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Grass is Greener On the Other Side 2: Learning Can Be Fun
By shalimar
Steve woke up in a fog and felt pains all over his body. All of his bones
felt as if they were crushed. His insides near his groin felt like they were
gouged out. He had a sore throat. He felt soreness on his chest. His face
felt like it was pushed around. Except for his head above his ears his skin
felt like every hair on his body was pulled out one at a time the most
painful way. And through all this pain Steve realized he had to pee. The
strange part of having to pee is that the urge came from inside his body.
"I have to pee," Steve said to no one in particular. He barely got those
words out because of his sore throat.
"You're awake!" said Roseanne. "Simone is in the bathroom now. She just got
her period. Do you want a bedpan or would you prefer for me to get you to
the bathroom. It is only ten feet away."
"I will try the bathroom, if you can hold me," Steve whispered lightly.
"Sure, I'll help a sister in distress," Roseanne said as she helped Steve,
now Stevie, get up out of bed.
"I'm a girl now?" Stevie asked. "Am I also a witch?"
Stevie noticed that it was easier to walk if she swayed her hips a little.
"You are physically a girl, now," replied Roseanne trying to do all of the
conversation. "But your hormone level is still male. When your levels are
that of a woman you will have the witch powers. We can start the training
when you don't hurt so much, but the full training can only start when your
hormones are normal for a woman. And don't use your vocal cords too much
right now. They are just as sore as the rest of your body."
Just as they got to the bathroom, Simone came out.
"Let me help you," Simone said as she grabbed Stevie's other side.
Stevie noticed she was two inches shorter than Simone.
'Still a shrimp compared to my friend,' thought Stevie.
Simone and Roseanne put Stevie on the toilet seat and Stevie let the urine
out. It seemed to spray wildly to Stevie. Then the two girls showed Stevie
how to wipe herself.
"Lesson number one in being a girl," Stevie whispered as they took her back
to her bed.
"More will come as needed," replied Simone as she kissed Stevie on the
forehead. "You need to eat to regain your strength. that's a liquid diet
for you today."
When they got back to the bed Simone said, "Here's juice, soup and Jell-O.
Solid food is tomorrow."
Stevie was glad Simone was feeding her. Because of her aches she didn't know
if she could feed herself.
"You need to strip," Roseanne said pulling out a tape measure after Stevie
ate. "We need to measure you."
"Now?" asked Stevie in a horse whisper.
"You need clothes," replied Roseanne. "We can guess pretty accurately, but
if we are wrong, something would be too loose and something would be too
tight."
"But I feel like shit."
"We know," said Simone. "Sorry, love, can't help it."
Stevie stripped and stood up with the other girls help. She measured 34
1/2(36)-26-35. That made her a cup that was halfway between A and B.
"Typical," Roseanne said.
"Typical?" Stevie's word barely came out.
"I've yet to meet a woman with a perfect body," replied Roseanne. "Not to
her, not to standards."
"Well," noted Simone. "You're a six. You can still get into some five's,
probably not for too long."
They sat Stevie down on the bed and measured her shoe size at six, B. after
that adventure, Stevie fell asleep again. The effort to go to the bathroom,
eat, and stand for the measurements was too much for her recovering body.
Eventually Simone fell asleep on the chair next to Stevie. She would be sore
in the morning. Her period and the way she slept would take a toll on her
body.
Stevie woke up again four hours later. With all those liquids she had the
need to pee again. Although she was still sore, Stevie couldn't bare to wake
Simone. Struggling against the pain, Stevie went to the bathroom while
trying to hide her derriere that was exposed in the hospital gown. After she
did her thing, Stevie remembered she had to do paperwork. Finally finished,
she walked out and saw Betty.
"Can I have something to wear?" asked Stevie. "Hospital gowns don't hide
much, and slippers would help on this cold floor. Also, help me get Simone
into bed. She looks uncomfortable sleeping in that chair."
"Which do you want to do first?" asked Betty.
"Simone, of course," replied Stevie.
They went back to the room and put Simone in Stevie's bed. Simone hardly
woke up during the experience. Betty left and came back with a pink
nightgown and matching slippers that were about Stevie's size. Stevie was
already asleep. The blanket was down and the two girls on the bed had their
backs toward each other. Betty sighed, put the nightie on the dresser next
to Stevie's bed and the slippers on the floor. She then pulled the covers
over the sleeping women. Sometimes Betty had to play mother to each of the
women in the place, but she was glad she was awake to help at the time.
Simone was the first to wake up. When she realized where she was she kissed
Stevie whose only reaction was to moan and turn on her stomach. Simone went
to the bathroom where she changed her tampon and pad. When she got back to
the room she woke Stevie up.
"Wake up, Stevie," Simone said in a cheery voice. "It's time for breakfast
and then we'll get you dressed. Someone left a nightgown and slippers here
for you."
"Betty," Stevie said with her eyes closed. She hardly noticed her higher
voice her vocal cords produced as she fell asleep again.
"Come on, sleepyhead," Simone said with a devilish smile as she tickled he
friend. "Wake up."
Stevie blinked her eyes constantly, trying to adjust to the light. "Stop
that!"
"Are you up?" asked Simone.
"No," was Stevie's reply.
Simone continued to tickle her friend. Stevie finally had her eyes open and
sat up. She stretched and yawned. Stevie then grabbed the nightie and put
it on after taking off the hospital gown. Slipping into her pink slippers,
Stevie tried to get up. The third time she succeeded.
"I still ache. Can we hold each other?"
"With pleasure, love," Simone said smiling.
They entered a cafeteria area. Everyone else was dressed. Simone looked
around and spotted the group of girls she was looking for. Simone helped
Stevie to the table. Stevie recognized Roseanne as one of the girls.
"Hi, you must be Stevie. I'm Peggy," said the girl with the chocolate brown
hair.
"Nicole," the raven-haired Italian looking girl said.
"Jocelyn. Most people call me Lynn, although some call me Jose," said the
dirty blond.
Stevie tried to memorize their names.
"Don't worry about remembering our names, yet. It's easier to remember
yours," said Roseanne. "Nicole, get these girls some breakfast."
"Yes, mam," responded Nicole as if she was a private responding to a superior
officer.
Stevie was surprised.
"Technically, I'm your supervisor," said Roseanne. "I usually don't use my
authority, but sometimes we forget what it was like for you."
"What it was like?" asked Stevie.
"You have joined the club," Peggy told Stevie.
"Club?" asked Stevie.
"The ex-guys club," Lynn explained.
"You all made this change?" asked Stevie.
"Yea, and we all were scared at first, and really didn't want to do it. Now
we think that it's the best thing we ever did, other than finding
boyfriends," Nicole told Stevie as she put the tray in front of Stevie and
Simone. Stevie noticed that the amount of food was less than she was sued to
eating for breakfast.
"That is except for you and me," Simone said sadly.
"The offer still stands," Stevie said as Lynn took her hand.
"And the reply is still the same," Simone said as Peggy took her hand.
Stevie bowed her head down. "I sorry," Stevie said. "I don't want to hurt
you, Simone. I don't ever want to hurt you. I love you." Stevie started to
cry.
"Don't be sorry," replied Simone. "You were honest with your feelings. I
know that will change. Deep down inside, I want to accept because I do love
you, too."
"It's the man in you that still wants Simone," Nicole explained. "We know
from experience that will change. That is the man in you. If you still feel
that way later we could help you."
Nicole held and stroked Stevie until the crying became sniffles. Stevie
pushed her tray away.
"EAT!" commanded Roseanne. "You need your strength, and anorexia is not an
option, here."
Stevie saluted and brought the tray back. The food wasn't that much compared
to when she was a guy, yet she was only able to eat most of it.
"We got you some clothes," said Lynn trying to cheer Stevie up.
"And we're going to fix you up," continued Nicole.
"What do you mean, 'fix me up'?" Stevie asked with her mouth full.
"You know, makeup, you hair," Simone piped in.
"Makeup?"
"Trust us. It'll be fun," replied, Roseanne. "We all liked it the first
time we had it done."
"Besides, you have an advantage over our first time," Peggy said. "You have
is with you."
"I see what you mean by cooperation and sharing," Stevie told Simone. Then
to the group she said, "I could easily let my hair down."
"When you get some," said Roseanne. They all giggled including Stevie.
"By the way, I have a spring complexion," Stevie said. "I hope you have the
right colors."
"You're already ahead of the game," said Lynn.
"Don't worry, Simone told us about you," Nicole continued.
"You're in good hands," noted Simone. "US."
It was then that Betty showed up at the table.
"I have a book for you, Stevie," Betty said.
It was a large copy of "Gray's Anatomy."
"Study it, Betty continued. In order for you to be a healer you need to know
where everything is."
"Everything?" asked Stevie.
"Everything," Betty continued. "You can't cure a hiatal hernia if you don't
know where the stomach is or what it looks like. Eventually you will know
how each part of the body works. When you finish with your courses you will
know as much as any recent graduated medical doctor."
"WOW!" exclaimed Stevie. "I'd better buckle down right away."
"Would you like to join us?" asked Jocelyn. "We're going to give Stevie a
makeover."
"I don't know," said Betty looking at her watch. "I have a few minutes. I
could stay for part of it."
The left the cafeteria and walked a few doors down to a room marked Beauty
Parlor. Stevie was a little squeamish going into exclusively woman's
territory.
"Come on," said the girls as they pulled Stevie through the door. "We have
some clothes and the makeup equipment here. You'll be all right."
Peggy handed Stevie a pair of panties and bra. Stevie pulled the panties up
under her nightgown and stopped. The other girls noticed Stevie's
embarrassment.
"There's nothing you have we haven't seen in ourselves," Betty told Stevie.
"We will help you learn how to put things on, and how to adjust what you
wear. Also, for the time being, how to pad it."
"Pad it?" asked Stevie squeamishly.
"Your bra," Roseanne said.
"Bra?" asked Stevie who didn't look too happy.
Stevie took off her nightie and tried to put on her bra. She finally was
able to hook the two hooks in the back. Peggy the showed Stevie in front of
a mirror how to adjust her straps so she would not look like a Picasso
painting. Nicole then brought out a beautiful mint green dress and helped
Stevie into it. Nicole then plumped the new girl in to a swivel chair by a
mirror. As Roseanne painted Stevie's toenails a light green, Simone brought
a pair of peds and a pair of mint green pumps with a two-inch heel. When the
nails were dry, Simone helped Stevie put the shoes and stockings on. Peggy
put a huge plastic bib on Stevie's neck.
"We wouldn't want to ruin that dress, now dear," Said Betty as she looked at
her watch. "Got to run."
"Bye Betty," the girls said.
"She's nice," remarked Stevie.
"She is," replied Nicole. "You just saw the fun part of her job."
...
"Try some peach blush," Nicole suggested.
"Salmon lipstick," suggested Peggy. That ought to do the trick."
"What do you think, girls?" Roseanne asked as she turned Stevie around on the
chair so the others could see her.
"Beautiful," said Simone.
"Gorgeous," replied Nicole.
"Ravishing," noted Peggy as she nodded in approval.
"I'm jealous," said Jocelyn. "Want to see yourself, Stevie?"
"Please," said Stevie as Roseanne turned Stevie to the mirror behind her.
"I think I'm in love," remarked Stevie when she saw her reflection, amazed
how beautiful she looked.
"Didn't you say something like that a few minutes ago?" asked Simone.
"A fickle filly, remarked Peggy.
They all giggled including Stevie.
...
Simone heard the other girls call out, "Hi rabbi," in the distance.
"I want you to meet someone," Simone said to Stevie.
"Who asked Stevie looking up from her studies. She was trying to learn the
branches of the aorta. Something in her mind told Stevie that this knowledge
would be very important for her. "That handsome guy with the black curly
beard and cute butt over there?" 'Where is those handsome and cute butt ideas
coming from?' Stevie thought.
After talking to some of the other girls, the man walked over to Simone and
Stevie.
"Stevie, this is Rabbi Samuel Jacobson. Rabbi Jacobson, this is my best
friend, Stevie Becker, the one I told you about."
"Hi," Sam and Stevie said at the same time as their eyes met. They kept on
staring at each other. Their handshake never materialized. They just held
each other's right hand as they talked.
"I'm new on the area," Sam said. "I'm the assistant rabbi at a synagogue
about four blocks from here. I've bee around for about six months. Part of
my assignment is to help the ladies here."
"Are you Jewish?" asked Sam.
"How do you look at the jewel?"
"Crazy Conservative."
"Interesting," remarked Stevie. "Not according to you, sorry."
"Don't be," he said. Besides, you could always fix that."
"I was fixing that until I got here," Stevie replied. "I have too much to
study now. Later, when I have time I will continue."
"Five minutes a day?" asked Sam.
"Would you help me?" asked Stevie.
"Yes," he replied.
"I would also need Orthodox supervision."
"Why?" he asked.
"If I stay this way it's for our children," Stevie replied.
It was then that Simone realized that she was out of this conversation for
good. "I'm going to do something else," stated Simone. "Like wash my hair."
And to see if they were paying attention, "or jump off the roof."
Simone left shaking her heard in disbelief.
"Okay," said Sam still looking at Stevie.
"See you later," said Stevie still looking at Sam.
Stevie and Sam talked for hours about inconsequential things and about their
lives. They never stopped staring at each other. It was if their eyes were
two strong magnets pulling each towards the other. They also continued to
hole each other's right hand.
It was well passed midnight when Sam said, "I have to leave."
"Not without this," Stevie said excited.
Stevie leaned over and kissed him. Sam not only kissed back, but also pulled
her into his arms. She put her arms around his neck, and melted into his
body. It pleased her that he got hard from the embrace, but they both knew
that now was not the time or the place for sex. After about a half an hour
of this embrace, Stevie reluctantly walked Sam to the door. There they
kissed several times, and then he promised to return tomorrow evening at six.
When Sam left, Stevie leaned by the door for a while with a smile on her
face thinking about him and what they said, and how he made her want him to
touch her all over, and how much she needed him.
Stevie was humming. She walked in a way that seemed more like a dance back
to her room where a sleeping Simone was in the bed next to Stevie's. Stevie
woke up enough to notice the humming, then went back to sleep.
The next morning had Simone waking Stevie again. When Stevie was awake
enough, Simone asked her about last night.
"He's a nice man. I like him," Stevie said. She was humming again.
"Is that all?" asked Simone surprised at Stevie's answer.
"What do you mean, 'is that all'?"
"I never thought I'd see it," Simone continued. "Love at first sight."
"What do you mean, 'love at first sight'?" asked Stevie.
"Your eyes and his eyes were like two magnets staring at each other," Simone
explained. "You two acted like no one else existed. I saw it and everybody
who passed you two last night saw it. I was reminded of two songs, "I Only
Have Eyes for You," and "The last I've Seen of My Heart'."
"That bad?" Stevie mused. "I guess you're right. At the time he just seemed
like the only one important to me."
"Yes, that's what I mean," Simone continued. You also were humming when you
finally got to bed this morning. It woke me long enough to notice it."
"I did?" asked Stevie. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Simone said soothingly. "Do you realize that you are humming as
talk about him now?"
"Now that you mention it, I see what you mean," Stevie said.
"PROPOSED?" asked Stevie surprised. I don't remember hearing the "M" word or
the words: wedding, husband, wife, bride, groom, beloved, proposal or ring in
English or any other language. In fact, I don't remember hearing or saying
the word 'love' last night."
"It was coded in between you beginning conversation," Simone said smugly.
"You want to hear it?"
"I'm listening," replied Stevie. "Even though it's gibberish."
"He said, 'Are you Jewish?' and you said 'no.' If you were Jewish he would
have asked you then and there to marry him. He then gave you the condition:
you could be. You said you were changing and asked him for help, therefore
accepting the conditional proposal."
"You're imagining things, me thinks," replied Stevie.
"You mentioned children by using the word 'OUR' to him," Simone remarked.
"I did?" asked Stevie. "I guess my Freudian slip was showing. But the offer
still stands."
"Thanks, answered Simone. "But women don't marry women, at least in this
state. And I think you'll stay this way, at least for him. Don't worry
about me. I'm happy for you."
Simone gave Stevie a hug, which was given back. Stevie noted a sniffle from
Simone.
"We'll still be close," stated Stevie.
They were happily holding each other at forearm's length.
We're best friends, doing almost everything together," answered Simone. "How
could we not be?"
They gave each other another hug. They disengaged and started towards the
cafeteria area with their arms around each other's waist.
"Maybe he has a friend," stated Stevie.
"Ask," replied Simone.
"That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"Perfect."
...
"It's Friday night. We're going to that synagogue," said Stevie.
"What do you mean, 'WE'?" asked Simone.
"If what you said the other day is true, I need a chaperone."
"You're volunteering ME?" asked Simone.
"Friend?" asked Simone.
"The one you asked me about," Stevie replied.
"There is one?" Simone asked, hopefully.
Maybe," said Stevie. "I'm not sure. But I still need you to hold my hand."
"HE'LL probably hold your hand," replied Simone.
"Yeah," Stevie said smiling from the suggestion. "But the idea of going to
his territory scares me."
"Okay," conceded Simone. "Just this once. I still say you're going to leave
me hanging there to dry."
"Thanks." Stevie kissed her friend. "We need to get ready now so we can get
there on time."
"What should I wear?" asked Simone.
They discussed what to wear and what they would do when they got to the
synagogue. Simone still thought she would be left alone during part of the
evening.
When they arrived at the synagogue, Stevie seemed to be following the service
better than Simone who seemed bored with the process. Sam led most of the
relatively quick service that had only about two dozen other people besides
the three of them. As Simone predicted, Stevie and Sam left her alone for the
first fifteen minutes while Sam introduced Stevie to everyone. Stevie
finally noticed her friend and had an idea. She brought Sam to her friend.
Stevie and Sam sat down with Simone.
"Howdy, strangers," said Simone sarcastically. "What brings you to these
parts?"
"I just had a brilliant idea," Stevie answered.
Stevie held both their hands.
"The last brilliant idea you had was saved by some girls across the hall from
my apartment," replied Simone.
Sam looked at the two of them confused.
"It's just this. I love you, Simone and I want to be with you all the time."
Stevie stopped Simone from responding. "And I love you, Sam and I want to
be with you all the time." Stevie stopped Sam from responding. "I just
figured a way for me to never have a conflict in my mind between you two.
Simone, I suggest that you be Sam's second wife."
Simone said, "Are you crazy?" as Sam said, "That's impossible."
"It's not crazy, nor impossible," answered Stevie. "You have been allowed to
do it, Sam, since January, 2000. I haven't heard anyone ordering to continue
the ban. and if the ban is over, then you're allowed. Will you both think
about it?"
"Okay," Sam and Simone said at the same time.
Stevie smiled. To her it was a step in the right direction.
"We must be nuts," said Simone.
"I know," said Sam. "But it makes sense. I know that I am not as close to
you as to Stevie, yet I feel close enough to you that if she wasn't there
I could consider you over time.
"I can't say 'yes' or 'no' at this time," answered Simone.
"We both need to think about it," they said together.
"Do you realize that you indirectly proposed to Stevie by considering her
crazy idea?" asked Simone.
"Yea," he replied. I still need to talk to someone about this though, to
make sure it's legal according to us. Two for the price of one. That's
nice. Especially the pair I'd be getting."
"Is that a proposal?" asked Simone.
"I don't know," Sam replied.
"Fair enough," Simone said. "My answer would be, 'I don't know'."
Stevie got what she wanted. They were thinking about her suggestion. It
would solve her problem and make the two of them happy. She gave them both a
hug. It ended in a three way affair.
...
It snowed the night before. There was eight inches on the ground and the sky
was now clear after the storm. Peggy looked out the window and told the
other girls about the beautiful sight.
"Come on," Peggy said. "Lets go out, and play."
They all got dressed against the cold weather and went out. They first threw
snowballs at each other.
"Let's make a snowman," Nicole said.
There were echoes of "Great idea," and "Let's do it," from the other girls as
they rolled the first ball into the snowman's bottom. The second and third
levels were added with ease as the women helped each other. They used their
fingers to make the smile. The nose was additional snow.
"Something is missing," said Jocelyn.
"I know what you mean," replied Simone.
"How about we change it from a snowman to a snowwoman," thought Stevie out
loud.
"Maybe there is a dress in that thrift shop across the street," said Roseanne.
"Let's go," answered Nicole.
They went across the street to the thrift shop that was surprisingly open.
They found a dress that could have been a tent for any two of the girls.
They bought it despite its faded condition and put it on the snowman after
making two breasts to change it into a snowwoman. When she was dressed they
looked at their creation and giggled. They then made a second snowman so the
snowwoman would have a boyfriend. Peggy took out a camera and got someone
inside to take a picture of the six of them with their new friends. Just
after that, Stevie stared in the distance and lost color in her face.
"OH, NO!" Stevie shouted a few seconds later. "We've been discovered."
"How?" asked Roseanne.
"I don't know," replied Stevie. "I just know we have been."
"Shit," said the usually demure Nicole.
"I couldn't have said it better, myself," replied Stevie.
"Was it the thrift shop?" asked Peggy.
"I don't know," Stevie answered. "Could be."
"It's strange that it was open today," said Simone.
"It was also strange that it just had something we needed," Jocelyn said.
"Let's discuss this over something warm inside, like hot chocolate, coffee or
tea," Roseanne told them, taking command again.
"Good idea," the rest of the girls replied.
They went in and went to the cafeteria where the hot drinks were served all
around.
"What do we do now?" asked Peggy.
"I have to let Betty know," said Stevie.
"No, WE have to let Betty know," said Roseanne.
"I guess you're right," replied Stevie. I'm blaming myself for not seeing
the trap."
"None of us saw it until it was too late," replied Simone.
Stevie started to cry.
"What's wrong Stevie?" asked Nicole putting her arm around her friend.
"I'm going to loose Sam because of this. We're going to have to move and he
can't come with us. Not yet. First it was Simon. Then it was Simone. Now
it is Sam. How much more can I take?"
"What's this about loosing Sam," asked Betty who happened to be walking by.
"And what do you mean, 'move'?"
The girls were startled to see her.
"Not here. Your office," replied Roseanne.
All seven left, taking their unfinished drinks with them.
When they got to the office, Betty was filled in with the details of the
discovery. Betty sighed. She realized that Stevie was right. To protect
the facility they had to move it a different location. Stevie was not the
only one to loose a loved one in the process.
"I need you girls to go back outside and try to see if there is anything else
you can find out," commanded Betty. "If you could link you minds together
you might find out more. Hurry. Magic dissipates quickly outdoors,
especially with a wind."
The six downcast girls walked out of Betty's office and again donned their
winter clothing and tried to sense anything they could to help them. They
found out the storm was magically intensified and the thrift store was never
open. They also noted that magic produced their need to play and go outside.
"Why didn't we see it?" asked Nicole.
"Magic seeks magic," replied Roseanne.
"Besides, we are studying by the wayside," added Stevie. When the other
girls looked at Stevie weirdly, she said, "At the end of Genesis, Joseph
admonishes his brothers not to study by the wayside because he didn't want
them to blame anyone, especially each other, for what they did to him. This
is the same with us, for we know what to do. Blaming someone would only make
matters worse. I blamed myself until Roseanne said WE were going to tell
Betty."
"The snow couple is still cute," noted Simone.
"That's better," Stevie said.
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