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Lake
By Connie W (aka ponygirlTS)
Chapter One: Another E-mail from Wilson
Well here it is, another of Wilson's, "get the old fire-team back
together," schemes. So why can't I go this time? You would think
that they would realize, that after 20 years, we needed to get on
with our lives. Maybe I should just tell them the truth. We don't
have anything in common anymore, except those tired old war
stories that they always seem to drag out when we are together.
I mean look, they golf, I bowl, they have expensive cars and I
have an old 1974 pick-up truck (that I can't even afford to put
gas in most of the time). They have their clothes tailor made and
I often find mine at a local thrift store. All they talk about is
corporate high finance and the closest I can come, is talking
about the newest version of Windows.
But you know we haven't been together, as a group, since we all
made the pilgrimage to New Mexico, for Staff Sargent Miller's
funeral. Cancer was not the way a man like him should have gone
out.
So I took the time to re-read the E-mail. It seems that Wilson
has this four bedroom time share in LA for two weeks and everyone
has agreed to be there, on the condition that I go. Wow, a lot of
weight on my shoulders. Smith and Andrews want to bring along
their sons but they are leaving that up to me as well.
So how did I get so popular? The only time they ever came up
here, was when their wives threw them out. One by one, it seemed
like clockwork.
Every two years, one of them seemed to wander in, dump his
expensive luggage on my floor and sleep on the couch for a week
or two, wandering around town, helping me fix computers or
toilets or whatever else someone needed fixing. It seemed that I
was a flop at graphic design (the one thing that I did have a
degree in) but I was good enough at almost everything else. They
each tried to get me to go back to civilization with them and
they had each promised to set me up big.
Well, I had only been out of the hills once in the 20 years,
since I left the army and maybe it was just the right time to do
it again.
So I accepted.
It wasn't ten minutes later, that I got another E-mail from
Wilson, telling me that he would send me a plane ticket but I
quickly declined. I decided that I'd take the bus and just make
this a really slow relaxing trip. I'd get off in LA and then
backpack it to the resort. You know, get back in the old Army
spirit. Sometimes, the old ways are just the best ways.
Well, it seems that corporate types don't have much imagination
themselves and so I quickly found that I wasn't going to be
walking alone. In fact, we were all going to be meeting at and
then walking from the bus station.
Chapter Two: Santa Monica Greyhound Bus Stop
If you ever feel the need to be humiliated, just hang out with
your old army buddies. As we walked, they brought up all of the
most embarrassing moments that I'd spent 20 years trying to
forget. Yes, they all seemed to be directed at me.
There was the time that Andrews and I had gone to a bar. We were
already blind drunk and he had picked up two girls. After quickly
loading them into my 67 Mustang convertible, we took them to a
local motel for some fun. I can still remember sitting in the
front seat chatting with one lady, when Andrews threw his jacket
and shoes over the upstairs walkway rail and he ran down the
stairs as his clothes floated into the back seat of the car. He
was yelling something the whole time.
A moment later, he was at the passenger door and pulled Inga (I'm
pretty sure that was her name) by the arm and dumped her on the
asphalt.
Okay, I've done some low things but I tried to play the gentleman
and got out to defend her. I'd pulled her almost half way up,
when he finally got his breath.
"It's a guy damn it," Andrews had been trying to yell at me and
finally got out.
I was still holding her there as I asked her, "you're a guy?"
"Well, I haven't had my surgery yet," was all I remember, hearing
her say.
I dropped her dead on her bum again. You just can't imagine how
bad I felt about the way I acted that night and to hear it again
as if I was some kind of a hero, didn't help at all.
It was funny just how many of these memories I had suppressed and
just how impressed they seemed to be with them.
In all, this was not the most dignified way to meet their sons,
David Smith and Martin Andrews. They must have thought that I was
a complete jerk by then.
Chapter Three: Ready to go Home
We finally arrived at the resort and I was long ago, storied out.
If this was the way things were going to go, then I was ready to
go home.
I noticed something was wrong when we first entered the
townhouse. It just looked too "Wilson." Then I picked up his
backpack and found that it was full of wadded up newspaper. We'd
been scammed. This was Wilson's place with his front door right
on the beach.
While Smith and I gave him hell, Andrews (maybe I should start
using first names or this is going to get hard), Mike and his son
Martin walked out on the patio. They chatted for a long time and
after we got an apology out of Wilson, (oh yes) Jerry, I wandered
out to see how they were doing.
It was not a conversation meant for my ears. So I wandered
further into the grassy common use area of the complex. This was
a large grass area, with walkways and pine trees between the two
rows of townhouses. Along the middle, there was a long line of
crochet games set up. It looked like they were having some kind
of a tournament. I checked them out with binoculars and it seemed
that all of the players were young people and families.
A young blond girl threw something at me and I caught it. It was
the size of a golf ball and it had a little weight to it but it
was really soft and spongy as well. I threw it back and so did
she. After a couple more times, I threw it past her so that I
could go back inside.
I walked back in as Jerry was talking about how he had just
bought the place and about how he was finally getting back on his
feet after his divorce and bankruptcy.
I'd listened to this for about an hour when David came in. He's
Allen's son (Okay Allen is Smith's first name.) and he had just
received the third degree from the girl that I'd played catch
with. It seemed that her name was Lake.
Jerry overheard and warned me that Lake used to be a boy. But I'd
grown past worrying about that. She was too young and perfect for
me. I wasn't going to have sex with her but she did interest me.
After a little razzing, I went out to see her.
"Hi Lake, I'm Jeff," I told her.
"I know, Jerry told me all about you. Did he tell you that I was
born a boy?" she seemed to have too much confidence and at the
end, she paused to pout for a moment.
"Yes, does that bother you?" I asked.
"No, does it bother you?" she replied.
Then she kissed me on the cheek. God, I haven't felt so close to
someone in a long time, she just had this weird hold over me. I
tried to move my lips over to hers.
"No Jeff, you must never kiss a whore on the lips. It's like
giving a blow job to all the boys that I've ever slept with," she
said.
"Is Jerry paying you, then?" I asked.
"No, Jerry is sweet but he is way too corporate for me. We talk a
lot and he talks a lot about you. Even the bad parts," she really
knew how to press my buttons.
She pulled my hand and put it in through a slit in her dress, all
the way to her naked pussy.
"I'm a ponygirl Jeff. Do you know what that is?" she asked me and
I guess I gave her this kind of blank stare because I didn't have
a clue.
"Ask Jerry, he'll tell you all about me," then she walked back to
her croquet game, only looking back long enough to blow me a
kiss.
I was dreaming, right? This only happens in the movies and only
in dream scenes but Jerry said no. She was the one that talked me
into trying one more time to get you fools out here. It was all
her ploy and she seems to have known what she was doing.
Chapter Four: Ponygirls
"So what is this ponygirl stuff that she was talking about or
should I ask you that privately," I asked Jerry but it was David
that answered.
"Ponygirls are really cool. It seems that they set back women's
lib about a million years," David started snickering for a
moment. "I had an English teacher in high school that preached on
them one day, for the whole class period. She got so mad that her
face was red and it was all because she found a ponygirl magazine
in a student's backpack."
"You're kidding me right," Allen chimed in. "I mean this is what
they are teaching in school? So what's so different about a
ponygirl anyway?"
"Well, they've gone back to when women were considered chattels.
You know, property. They sign these contracts that take away all
their rights and accept a life as livestock," he grinned for a
moment. "It is kind of silly but I've heard that they're cleaner
than most women, to tell you the truth. But they aren't allowed
in restaurants, churches or anywhere that is religious or were
food is prepared. They can't even go into a grocery market."
I had to ask, "so what makes them ponygirls?"
"They have a lot of training and go through a lot of surgeries."
David said.
"So why is Lake interested in me?" I asked and David shrugged.
"They do have multiple partners. I mean that they fool around.
Hey, what can I say? Try it, you may like it," David really
seemed interested.
"Why don't you go out and have sex with her? She is closer to
your age," I was really confused at this point.
And the more they told me about ponygirls, the more confused I
got. Like, ponygirls dress as Moslem women when out in public but
then they turn around and pose naked for this ponygirl magazine.
What was up with that? Lake was wearing a short summer dress and
short sexy high-heeled boots when she was playing croquet.
The more I listened, the worse it seemed to get. But in the end,
I was more interested in who Lake had become and not what she had
become. It was that question that helped me regain my interest in
spending time with her.
Chapter Five: Larry to Lake
"I'll come clean Jeff. She was the person that got me off skid
row. It was about a year ago and I was working as a bank teller.
She wandered in one day and offered me lunch," Jerry confessed.
"She knew all about us. She gave me a business plan that she'd
worked out and a hundred dollars for listening to it. To make a
long story short. It worked, I've paid off all my debts, paid
cash for this house and I have a lot more in the bank. Oh, and I
also bank at the same place that I was a teller. I really get a
kick out of it."
"So what's her story?" I asked.
"Well, she used to be a boy until her father found a pair of her
mother's panties, between her mattresses. He took her to a
ponygirl farm and sold her. It seems that he was a truck driver
and wasn't home much. But one of my friends, used to take him
fishing and spend time with him," it seemed that the haze was
starting to lift as I listened to Jerry and I thought that I knew
who he was talking about. "She had been sold twice and when her
last owner died, she decided to put the ponygirl stuff on hold
for a while and look me up."
"Why you? I mean, yeah, why you?" Allen asked.
"Because she looked you all up and I was the only one that was
really failing," he paused for a moment. "So anyway, as a
ponygirl, she isn't allowed to own any property or even have a
bank account. She can go on her own anytime but she still has to
live by certain guidelines."
"Okay, so are the two of you married?" Allen asked.
"Nope, I did buy her contract but I don't even own her," he
looked at me for a moment. "You do Jeff, she's all in your name
and that's what she wants. Look, she has put in 15 hour days for
the last year to make the company work and her contract cost me
$400,000 but she's more than worth it." Jerry floored me with
that one and I started to get really pissed.
"Look, this sounds like slavery and I thought that was one of the
things that we served in the military to prevent?" I just
couldn't see any other point of view.
"What do you what me to tell you? You're right but it's what she
wants and it's what she says that she's wanted since she was very
young," Jerry told me. "Talk to her and see if you can understand
her point of view. Personally, I think that you'll like her a
lot."
So Lake had been Larry; that skinny kid that lived in a studio
apartment with his mother. I'd picked him up often and taken them
out. It was kind of like a big brother thing. I just felt so
sorry for them and I remember when his father left with him. His
mother came over and cried all night. She never saw either of
them again. She moved in with me for a while. I had an extra
bedroom but soon she moved back in with her parents.
Now, she's married and lives in a big house on the lake. It is on
the same one that Larry and I used to fish at. What would she
think of this and what am I going to do about it? I think that in
the end, those are the real problems.
Chapter Six: Lake
It was nightfall before I went back out. I really hoped to see
Lake again, as I walked toward the beach to sort things out.
"Jeff, Jerry called to let me know that he told you everything.
He also said that you didn't take it so well," she said but I
could tell that she was hoping that I would be willing to talk to
her.
"I'm not upset with you. I'm just trying to understand it all.
It's just so different," I told her.
"Perhaps, but it works well for me. Oh, there are a lot of hard
rules but I can accept them as well," she said watching me and I
had my mind out into space, somewhere around the moon.
"So how do I fit into all of this?" I asked her.
"That's easy, you just enjoy it. Did Jerry tell you that you own
half of his company? Jeffery, you are a very wealthy man." She
sounded excited. "That company, brought in, one and a half
million dollars in profit in its first year. And that wasn't
ripping off the employees either."
She seemed really proud of that.
"Look, I'm a ponygirl and I can't own my own contract. So if you
don't want me, then you can sell me or I can go back to working
for free. That's right, I'm not allowed to get a paycheck or open
a bank account either. So what do you want to do?" she paused
with that question. "Would you like to see me naked," she finally
said with a smile.
I slowly shook my head and I could see it in her eyes that she'd
hoped that it would go easier somehow but I wasn't ready for that
yet.
***
"Look, when my father found the panties, he also found a copy of
"ponygirl magazine" as well. First, I got the belt, then he
packed me up and dragged me around in his truck for about a year,
"to help me regain my manhood." But eventually, we had a heart to
heart and he asked me if I really wanted to be a ponygirl?
"He'd heard of a ponygirl that was dancing at a strip club in
Denver, Colorado and we were on our way there next. We got into
Denver early on Thursday and I waited in the truck while dad went
in to talk to her. He had scheduled us to leave on Monday so that
he might convince her to spend some time with me and show me the
horrors of what I wanted to get into.
"She made a phone call and introduced dad to a man that ran a
ponygirl stables just outside of town. Dad said that they talked
for a while and he didn't feel that dad had anything to offer
him.
"He had asked dad point blank, 'Why should I expose my ranch and
ponygirls, to an outsider?'
"But it seemed that dad's pleading soon paid off and we were
invited to spend the weekend at the ranch in the guest house, for
a fee.
"We got there on Friday morning about 8am and the ponygirls were
already in training. It wasn't like an organized ponygirl
training ranch where ponygirls had classes and everything. This
was more like a working horse ranch, where a few ponygirls went
to play and quietly hone their skills but I got to see a lot and
talk to some real ponygirls and their owners.
"When I told one that I wanted to be a ponygirl as well, one of
the trainers talked to dad about taking me under his wing for the
afternoon. Dad thought that was a great way to finally scare the
idea out of me. In the end, it only cemented my resolve.
"Dad was given the address of a real ponygirl stables in LA
before he left, since that was where we were headed next. But dad
still wasn't ready to give up on me yet.
"'Look, how about we settle down when we get to LA? You can't
start ponygirl classes until you're 18 anyway and that's two
years away. But if you get good grades, I'll get a really nice
car for you,' he told me on the road after a long silence.
"I knew that he'd give it to me anyway because ponygirls aren't
allowed to drive and it would mean that I'd have to give up my
new car, to do it.
"The next day, dad sold his truck and got a job with the trash
company. We settled down to a normal life, except that I went to
my ponygirl classes every weekend. Dad sent me to a private
school to catch up on my schoolwork but he registered me a year
behind, since I'd missed a year of school while being on the road
with him. I spent the year working hard and made up the year
thanks to a counselor and teachers that looked after me.
"So I got my new car (a red Mustang convertible) and I soon
talked dad into letting me go to the ponygirl classes during my
senior year. After he called the number that he'd been given, we
went to a large house in the hills. We simply lied a little about
my age and dad was given a little class on how to treat a
ponygirl.
"Jeff, it was really wild. The guy had two ponygirls and one
spent the night with dad. I spent most of the evening with dad,
watching a video on what a ponygirl really was, in the family
room of the stable owner. After I went to bed, they talked more
about me.
"By that time, mom had moved in with you, dad was going nuts but
I told him that you were only a friend and that he should be
happy that you were looking out for her. After all, he never
suggested that she should come down and live with us.
"After about six months of ponygirl classes, I was put up for
sale on the Internet. Dad had already signed my contract at that
point but nothing had happened. I'd check everyday to see if I'd
been bid for but nothing happened.
"It had been suggested that having my sex changed would increase
my value. So dad took a month off work and they arranged for me
to have the genital surgery during the Christmas vacation. I was
so excited but it wasn't easy and I did a lot of second guessing.
Even after the surgery was completed. I was still wondering if I
did the right thing.
"It was a hard two weeks recovering but life got much better when
I got back to the stables and then back to school. By January, I
was back in the groove but dad insisted that I still live as a
boy in public, so I wouldn't get beat up.
"Soon, I was over 18 and my year of training was up. I also had a
buyer and Dad took me to the stables on a school day to sign my
contract. I had to give up my brand new car and driver's licence,
since ponygirls aren't allowed to drive and they tattooed me, as
well as pounded in the stables that would hold my toes to the
shoes.
"I was so excited, I'd worked a whole two years for this and now
I was really going to be a ponygirl.
***
Now I had a question, "so you did all of this because you saw a
copy of ponygirl magazine?"
"No silly, I'd always wanted to be a girl and I saw this as a way
of paying for it. That's how it started and to tell you the
truth, it is a lot better than hooking on the street," she paused
for a moment. "I'm happy with who I am and I'm hoping that you'll
be happy with me too. I never thought of sex when we were out on
the boat but I have thought about you a lot since I became a
ponygirl."
I had to ask, "why?"
"You looked after me when dad was away and I'd always felt safe
with you. That is important in life," she told me. "I'm yours
body and soul if you want me. Or at least keep me for a little
while and see if it works out, please."
How could I resist her?
Chapter Seven: Judy
Lake was so much like her mother. I'd met Judy (what, 8 years ago
now) working at a fast food joint. She was the closing assistant
manager and she'd taught me the ropes. Judy often talked about
her son Larry. She'd been worried that his father had always been
on the road and never spent any time with him. They'd never
married and he just stopped in now and then to have sex with her.
All the joy had been out of that for years and she'd only
tolerated it, to keep him in Larry's life. I'd liked her from the
start but I never tried to start anything.
Then one night, she asked me if I'd spend time with Larry, "I
came home early to change and he was wearing one of my dresses."
She was really in a panic and so I agreed. We were almost like a
divorced couple. I would pick him up a couple of weekends a month
and we would go do things together. He was a good kid and just
liked having someone around to talk to.
"I can't talk to mom, she just never has the time and she doesn't
understand when she does," he once told me but now, I realize
that there were things that he couldn't tell me as well.
I suddenly had another question to think about. How was Judy
going to react to having Lake in town? I suddenly felt the need
to call her and ask.
"What are you thinking?" Lake suddenly asked.
"I was thinking about you and your mother. How's she going to
react to you?" I said frankly.
"She has seen me, she used to come to some of the ponygirl shows
that I was in. I was always kept away from her and we've been
talking on the phone about my coming back for about a year now.
She likes the idea and she says that I couldn't have made a
better choice. She told me that she wishes that she could have
landed you herself," Lake told me.
"So you think that you've landed me?" I teased.
"Yes, I do. I think that we will have our problems. For instance,
I've been sleeping around. Oh, I won't do it if you keep me but
as a ponygirl, I've never been the exclusive sex partner for
anyone before. That will be weird for me when it happens but
until then, I hope that you understand that, I'm still community
property, in that respect," she was serious.
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