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Bless Me Father 7: Narcissist
By Deane Christopher
One day, about five weeks after giving birth to a beautiful
baby girl, the former Catholic priest got the second biggest
surprise of her life. Stepping from the shower, Karen was
rendered spellbound as she caught a glimpse of herself in the
mirror. A proper diet and a good exercise routine had worked
wonders on her. A second, more thorough inspection, quickly
informed Karen that she wasn't just beautiful. She was absolutely
gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact, that she could easily hold her own
with any of Playboy's stellar playmates and probably, make a good
seventy five percent of them envious of just how her supple,
shapely and down right sexy her perfectly proportioned hourglass
figure was.
At that instant, as the dripping wet, slack jawed, Karen
stood there in her parent's bathroom, lecherously gawking at her
own reflection, an unabashed narcissist was born.
Though Karen remained as yet oblivious to the fact, by
God's Hand, her psyche was even then undergoing an unobtrusive
revamping of its' sexuality. In the next several weeks, her
sexual preferences would shift incrementally and she would make
the fluid transition from being a self-avowed homosexual woman to
being a bisexual woman.
God had a master plan in play. He desired for Karen's
newborn baby to be nurtured by the loving and balanced guidance
of both a mother and father. To achieve that end, God had
interceded. He had shed His Grace on Karen at the very moment of
little Danielle Patricia's birth, there by initiating the
subliminal process that would, in its' fruition, make it possible
for Karen to accept a certain, preordained male lover.
However, even though Karen was well on her way to becoming
a functional bisexual, she was still under the sway of a far to
long repressed male libido. And, by in large, so she would remain
until God called her to her Heavenly Reward.
Standing there in her parents' master bathroom, a
thoroughly captivated Karen was quick to realize that her male
libido was operating in overdrive. Reflexively, driven by the
fervor of her primordial desires, Karen's left hand shot to her
right nipple as the middle finger of her right hand entered the
crease of her womanhood and eagerly sought out the elusive nub of
her clitoral protrusion.
***
In her former life as the male Daniel Patrick Parker, Karen
had entered the cloistered life of the junior seminary at the
tender age of fourteen. Though she - as the he that she had been
- had been encouraged by his confessor/councilor to date girls
during his summer vacations as a means by which he could put his
calling to the priesthood to the test, Daniel had decided not to
heed his confessor's sage advice. Basically, liking girls the way
he did, the young Daniel feared that his resolve would be unequal
to the task of overcoming the temptation.
Abstinence and personal restraint was the key. Nancy
Reagan's anti-drug policy of 'Just Say No' was nothing new. For
centuries, members of the priesthood practiced the policy of
sexual abstinence. In fact, to harden their resolve to forego the
pleasures of carnal intimacy, prior to ordination, those that
desired to enter the priesthood took a Vow of Chastity. They
promised God that they would remain celibate.
Many, many times over his years as an ordained priest,
Father Dan had been hard pressed to keep that vow. A number of
women saw a member of the clergy as the ultimate 'Forbidden
Fruit' and therefore, a challenge to be plucked and plundered.
While some women teased with harmless flirtations, others were
deadly serious about bagging and bedding a priest. It fell to
Father Dan to discern one from the other.
And, women were only half the equation.
While Daniel Patrick Parker was a priest, he was also a
man. And, as a man, he was keenly aware that he possessed a very
healthy, and at times, somewhat over-active male libido. He liked
women. Truth be told, Father Dan liked women a lot. And, though
he tried his best not to, he had a marked tendency to spend an
inordinate amount of his idle time thinking about them. And, that
fixation of his had lead Father Dan to seriously questioned his
vocation to the priesthood every now and again.
To some extent, God had stepped in and resolved the issue
of Father Dan's vocational quandary. Though little Danielle
Patricia Miller been in a fetal state at the time, she needed a
personal savior to preserve her viability. The Original Karen
Miller had been seriously contemplating having an abortion.
Father Dan, upon becoming aware of that possibility while hearing
the Original Karen's confession, had beseeched God to intercede
on the her baby's behalf and in doing so, had offered himself to
be used in any manner that God saw fit. Little did Father Dan
realize at the time that God would take him up on his offer. More
to the point. Little did Father Dan realize that God would step
in and resolve the matter in the miraculously unorthodox manner
He had.
Initially, the former Catholic priest found her new body to
be more of a turn-off than a turn-on. Illicit drug and alcohol
use, compiling in on the former owner's catch as catch can,
extremely non-nutritious eating habits had given Karen the
unkempt looks of a waif. That is to say that, as Karen, Father
Dan had found her new self to be anything but attractive. Karen
thought she looked more like a somewhat effeminate prepubescent
boy than the twenty year old young woman that God had turned her
into.
It was Gabriella's influence and patient tutelage that had
turned Karen the Street Urchin into Karen the Young Lady.
Starting with Karen's hair and continuing on with lesson
revolving around both the application of makeup and matters
involved with feminine hygiene, Gabriella helped the former
Catholic priest adjust to living life as the female she had
become.
A nutritious diet in conjunction with a daily exercise
routine also contributed to the ongoing the enhancements that
were being enacted on Karen's appearance. However, those
improvements were being masked by the concurrent changes that
were being wrought upon her body in order to accommodate the
infant that was even then developing within her womb. Though
people were constantly complimenting her on how wholesome and
nice she looked, Karen held a vastly different opinion of her
appearance. Contrary to what she was being told, Karen thought
that she looked fat, frumpy and far to ungainly to ever be
considered in anyway attractive.
***
"Oh!" Gabriella snickered. "So, I take it that we got off
on ourselves today, did we?"
Having become accustomed to her friend's uncanny psychic
abilities, Karen did not think to respond with a cynically
sounding, 'And, just how the hell did you come up with that?'
Instead, Karen, keeping her voice low in hopes that her mother,
who was out in the kitchen preparing dinner, wouldn't pick on the
exchange, nonchalantly acknowledged the fact that she had indeed
gotten off on herself.
"And, I assume that we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves?"
Repositioning Little Danielle in her arms as she did so, a
noticeable distraught and somewhat irked Karen tersely replied,
"Yes! Yes, we did! We - Or, I should say I! - enjoyed it a lot!
Now, before my mother catches wind of what we're talking about,
can we please drop the subject and talk about something else?"
"We could..." Gabriella teased. "But, we're not going to.
You see, Karen, I'm awful curious. And, I really want to know
what precipitated that little me'in and me'in session of yours.
And, I'm planning to keep after you until you fess up and tell
me. So, I suggest you do so now and have done with it. Okay?"
"All right!" Karen was clearly miffed. "If you must know,
when I got out the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the
mirror."
"Oh! And, I take it that you liked what you saw?"
"Yes! Yes, I did. I liked what I saw a lot."
"Okay! So, what you're saying is: you turned yourself on.
Then, I guess, one thing more or less lead to another and you
ended up playing a game of grabass with yourself."
"Yes!" Karen was incensed. "That's pretty much what
happened! Now, can we please drop it?"
***
During dinner that evening, Gabriella, after commenting to
Karen's Mom on just how delicious everything was, continued on to
say, "I don't mean to be presumptuous, Aunt Jean. But, do you
think I might prevail upon you to watch Danielle for a couple of
hours this evening so that Karen and I can run over to the mall?"
"Sure, dear. I'd be happy to..."
***
"Okay, Gabriella! What gives? Could you please tell me just
why we're going to the mall?"
"Because, silly! Now that you've finally come to realize
that you've got yourself one hell of a body there, I think it
high time for you to start upgrading that rather limited wardrobe
of yours..."
***
Though it took a good bit lot of coaxing and cajoling on
her part, Gabriella eventually managed to talk Karen into
accompanying her into a Victoria's Secret Outlet.
Sheepishly, as she gazed about the store, Karen said, "I'm
not so sure about this."
"Well, I am. Look, Karen! After everything you've been
through, I think it's high time you start pampering yourself a
little."
A few minutes later, Gabriella had to laugh. "All right!
So, I guess we've learned something here. You're not into lacy,
frilly things. So, what do you say we look at something in satin?
I mean, you do like the feel of satin don't you?"
Karen did like the feel of satin. Fact is: she thought she
liked the feel of satin a little to much for her own good and
told Gabriella as much.
"So, what's wrong with that?" Gabriella impishly teased. "I
mean, I don't think being a little self-indulgent is going to
hurt you. I mean, get real here, girl! There's no way that you're
going to rot that precious soul of yours by simply wearing a
satin bra and panty!"
"No!" Karen freely admitted. "You're right. It won't. But,
it could lead to temptation. And, temptation could lead to sin."
"Oh!" Gabriella sought clarification. "So, I take it that
what you're saying is: you're still hung up on the masturbation
business. Look, Karen! We've hashed this out before, but it looks
like we need to hash it out again. As a man, didn't your doctor
encourage you masturbate as a means of safeguarding your health?"
"Yes! Yes, he did."
"Well, let me ask you a question. Isn't your mental heath
as important as your physical health?"
"Yes! Of course it is!" Karen was noticeably ill at ease
with the subject matter; fearing that a salesgirl or another
shopper might overhear what she and Gabriella were saying to one
another.
"Okay! Let me ask you another question, girl. Hasn't
getting off on yourself helped you to relieve all the sexual
tension involved with you and your being a guy with a girl's
body?"
"Well, of course it has! But..."
"There's no 'buts' about it, Karen! Look! If playing a game
of grabass with yourself helps you deal with you and your being a
girl and all, what's wrong that? I mean, it more or less goes
without saying that since God chose you to be Danielle's mother,
He wants you to be the best mother that you can be. And, if that
means you have to masturbate in order to maintain your sanity, I
can't envision Him gigging you for doing something that helps to
keep that crotchety and, at times, perverted old male mind of
yours on an even keel."
As much as she wanted to, Karen found herself at a loss to
find fault with her girlfriend's logic. What Gabriella had just
told her made a lot of sense.
"Okay, Gabriella! You win! I'll buy a set just to see if I
like 'em."
"Oh, you'll like 'em all right. Trust me. You're going to
love 'em. And, you're not buying them. I am."
"Oh, no you're not. I'm not going to have you spending your
money on me..."
In the end, Karen won the argument, but the lost the war.
Gabriella eventually conceded and allowed Karen to buy the
matching satin bra and panty ensemble she had selected. However,
once Karen had completed her purchase, Gabriella handed the
salesgirl another six of the satin bra and panty sets along with
her new check cashing card.
"Oh, so you decided to pick up some for yourself too?"
"No." Gabrielle smirked as she coyly replied. "These aren't
for me. Since they're on sale till the end of the week, I just
thought I'd be nice and pick them up for this hardheaded friend
of mine who takes perverse pleasure in giving me such a hard way
to go all the time. I mean, you'd think by now that she get it
through that thick skull of hers that I really do have her best
interest at heart..."
***
Karen absolutely loved the feel of satin against her skin.
She also loved how down right sexy she looked decked out in the
pair of skintight jeans that Gabriella had pretty much coerced
her into purchasing. Fact is: Karen liked the way she looked in
the jeans so much, two days later, she asked if Gabriella if she
could see her way clear to stopping by the mall on her way home
and picking her up two more pairs. Gabriella was more than happy
to oblige.
"Hey, I picked you up something else when I stopped off to
get those jeans for you."
"What? What'ya get me?" an intrigued Karen gleefully
inquired.
"They were on sale, so I got you a pair of shoes. Here!"
Gabriella said as she proffered Karen the bag. "How about trying
them on to see if they fit you."
"Hey! What gives?" a clearly disgruntled Karen said upon
opening the shoebox. "These shoes have heels."
"Yes. They do, don't they. But, I'd say that they're only
about two and a half inches, so they shouldn't be all that hard
for you to handle. I mean, you did tell me that you like seeing
girls in heels, didn't you?"
"Yeah... but..."
"But, nothing!" Gabriella coquettishly countered. "Like it
or not you're a girl now. And, by your own admission, a
narcissist one at that. So, I just figured that since you like to
see women decked out in high heels, you might as well go for the
gusto and starting wearing them yourself... Tell you what, kiddo.
Once you get the hang of these, I'll pick you up a pair of three-
inch heels. Likewise, once you feel comfortable with them, we'll
move you up to a pair of four inchers..."
***
Occasionally, when the rare opportunity for an
introspective evaluation of her current situation presented
itself, Karen would start off by asking herself the very same
question she always asked herself. 'Did she like being a girl?'
Her answer, as always was an emphatic and resounding 'No!' Though
she had become quit accustomed to functioning as the female, had
the former Catholic Priest had any say in the matter, prior to
Danielle arrival, Karen would have jumped at the chance to be a
man again.
However, Karen had to admit that there were certain aspects
about being a woman that she absolutely loved.
For starters, as much as Karen had liked being a priest,
she loved being a mother more. God, she realized, had gone the
extra mile and provided her with a very healthy maternal
instinct. As demanding as job as motherhood was, Karen found that
even though she occasionally grumbled about it, she would not
have had it any other way. As much as Danielle needed her, she
needed Danielle. Danielle was her reason for living - her rock,
as it where. And, she in turn was Danielle strength, at least for
the near to immediate future.
Though it had thrown her for a loop initially, Karen had
come to realize that being a sort of self-contained narcissist
was as neat as it was handy. It was, to her way of thinking,
eroticism carried to the nth degree.
Though she was always circumspect about it, lest her mother
catch her crassly playing with herself, Karen thoroughly enjoyed
experimenting around with all those nifty erogenous zones that
her new body had come equipped. She loved to tweak them. She
loved to caress them. She loved to keep herself simmering just
sigh of the event horizon of a full-blown state of sexual
arousal.
It became game for her. And, Karen, being the perfectionist
that she was, soon began a grand master of it.
Knowing full well that she might have given in to the lure
of situational ethics, Karen, after one hell of a lot of soul
searching on her part, concluded that Gabriella was probably
right about the masturbation business Aware of the fact that she
had no recourse but to seek such sexual realize as a means by
which she could maintain her tenuous grasp on sanity, Karen had
come to believe that God would not look upon her actions with
disfavor.
***
"Karen." Jean Miller said as she joined her daughter at the
kitchen table. "I know I've told you this before, but I think it
needs to be said again. Both your father and I are so very, very
proud of you. Not only have you turned your life around, but you
really are a fantastic mother."
"Thank you, Mom." Karen was on the verge of getting choked
up. "Hearing you say that really means I lot to me. And, I've got
to tell you, I really appreciate all the help you and Dad have
given me..."
"While I don't mean to probe, honey." Karen's Mom
introduced a new topic, "What's going on between you and Mickey?"
Guardedly, Karen replied, "Nothing that I know of, Mom. I
mean, he's just a friend."
"Oh!" Jean Miller response clearly conveyed a sense of
cryptic disbelief. "Are you sure that Mickey knows he's just a
friend? I mean, he drops by to see you almost everyday."
"That's because he's new to the area, Mom. He hasn't made a
lot of friends yet."
"Well, he certainly isn't going make many new ones hanging
around here, now is he, dear?"
"No... I guess he isn't... So, I take it that you're saying
that he has an ulterior motive for hanging around here, Mom?"
"Yes. That would be my guess."
"So, am I to take it that what you're not saying is: Mickey
likes me? And, not just as a friend?"
"Yes. That would sure seem to me to be the obvious answer.
The question is, dear: do you like him?"
Being as honest as she could be, the former Catholic priest
thoughtfully replied, "I'm not really sure, Mom..."
"Well, honey, don't you think you owe it to Mickey to find
out?"
"Yes. You're right, Mom. I guess I do at that..."
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