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My New Life
By Peg Thebois
Chapter One: The Pursuit
I can still remember the first time I ever met Christy, it
was a little more than a week after I had started seeing
Debbie on a regular basis. We were on our third date when
we ran into her. Debbie made a big deal about introducing
me as her new boyfriend, and expounding on how good I was
in bed, and made her feel like no-one ever had before. For
my part I was properly embarrassed at her praise, and here
I thought she hadn't gotten into it when we had been
together for the first time, after our previous date.
I remember Christy seemed very cold, the scowl seemed
etched upon the stone of her face, and it didn't shift at
all for the whole of their conversation. I thought to
myself how I pitied her man, because she came across as a
very dour and forceful personality. When I asked Debbie
about it, she dismissed my observations, saying, "You just
don't know her the way I do."
After Debbie and I had been dating for about a month she
phoned while I was at work and broke up with my machine,
funny, I hadn't even realized they were dating. That little
joke eked me through a dark couple of days before I decided
that I needed to be with her. Whatever had happened would
be fixed; I had to be with her. I tried to phone her but
she insisted that, "It's not you, it's just something I
have to do." After that she stopped answering my calls.
Still I wouldn't be deterred, messages piled up on her
answering machine, I stopped by the Internet provider where
she worked as a receptionist, often with gifts, forcing her
to suddenly become busy whenever I came in. I finally got
through to her after two months of trying; I think it was
bribing one of her co-workers to put a few things for her
in the breakroom that did it. When she arrived she found
the ceiling crowded with heart shaped balloons baring her
name, a box of chocolates and a bottle of Champagne.
I got a call from her the next night asking me to come over
that left me dancing around my apartment like Fred Astaire
meets the invisible woman. I showered and then shaved for
the first time since we had broken up. When I was dressed
in my most stylish clothes I bolted out the door. I stopped
on the way at a florist and picked up a dozen red roses to
help smooth over whatever concerns she may have had over
our relationship.
When I got to her home I saw it was a large two story house
that had been converted into a business on the first floor,
A large poster filled the window, proclaiming, "Faireytale
Wishes; photographic studio and costume rental." It bore
images of a couple dressed first in a heroic sort of
barbarian motif, followed by a second picture using
Medieval style garments. Thirdly they were featured as
Superman and Wonder Woman, followed by a standard couples
portrait. I smiled as I passed it, if Debbie's roommate ran
this business then perhaps one day we might get our
portrait taken here. The back door was left unlocked for me
and the staircase led immediately upstairs.
The scowl was there to greet me at the door, dragging along
the rest of Christy almost as a formality. She grudgingly
asked me into the living room to wait, while Debbie
finished getting ready. We sat down and an awkward silence
descended on the room, broken only by the springs of the
couch creaking as I shifted.
Finally when I couldn't take it any more I opened my mouth
to speak, and my voice cracked a little. "I didn't know you
two lived together."
"Oh yes, we're practically inseparable, we do everything
together."
When she said this for the first time I had seen the scowl
split like an overripe fruit and it's innards showed
through in a hideous smile. Seeing that smile made me miss
the scowl, it was resentful and at the same time smug and
superior, condescending and full of loathe.
She looked me square in the eye and I felt a shiver run
down my spine as I forced my gaze off her cruel grin. "You
aren't her type you know."
I blinked, "I beg your pardon?"
"Debbie, She's not the right girl for you. Just forget
about her and go home, I'll tell her that you didn't show
up."
I could not believe that she was suggesting this, after
everything I had done to get Debbie to give me a second
chance I wasn't going to run away now, and I told Christy
just that.
"Have it your way," she said, and that uneasy silence
reigned again. This time Christy spoke first, but that
smile hadn't left her face except for the moment when she
had made her absurd suggestion. She looked at the roses in
my hand, "Are those for Debbie? Let me put them in some
water."
Christy took the roses and that hateful smile disappeared.
When she returned Christy brought a glass of red wine with
her. "Debbie said to help yourself to a glass while you
wait."
I thought that seemed like just the thing to ease my
nervousness and so thanking her I took the glass and
swallowed quickly. It was a bitter wine, not that I knew
too much about various wines, but it packed a considerable
punch, going right to my head. Within a couple minutes I
was asleep.
***
When I opened my eyes everything was blurry and out of
focus. My whole body tingled, like when your foot falls
asleep. I blinked a couple times and tried to rub my eyes
but my arms wouldn't obey. Odd smells soaked their way into
my brain as I recovered and my vision started to clear.
Christy was standing in front of me and so that smile, that
evil smile was the first thing I saw. As feeling crept back
into my body I could feel that I was physically
uncomfortable as that smile made me emotionally. I wasn't
sure but I thought I had a wedgie, and was sitting on it.
My lips were numb and seemed to stick together making it
difficult to speak but I gave it the old college try.
"Werre's Devvie?" I slurred still feeling light headed and
unable to move. Well that's the college try for someone
who's never been to college.
Christy rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. "I warned
you. I gave you a chance to bow out and leave gracefully,
but no, you had to go and stick your thumb in someone
else's pie."
Her voice got louder as she went on, and my head started
spinning a little but more feeling returned in my body, yup
definitely a wedgie, and a tight feeling in my stomach,
like I had eaten something bad. But even as I puzzled those
sensations, her words still came at me, making no sense to
me.
"What do you mean?" I said.
Christy sighed exasperated, "I'll tell you what I mean."
She snapped. "Stop stalking my girlfriend. Debbie is mine,
she always was. When she slept with you that was only to
get at me because we had a fight."
Suddenly, as the feeling was returning in my body my brain
just went numb with shock and despair. Debbie was a
lesbian? It couldn't be true. But it made sense, everything
did with that little piece of information, Debbie rubbing
into Christy that we were together and she had slept with
me, Christi's hostility towards me. Even Debbie's coldness
towards our lovemaking, and eventual disappearance, when
she and her lesbian lover reconciled.
The numbness in my brain must have distracted me for a
moment because Debbie was now standing beside Christy, she
was the bitch to Christi's butch. They were both dressed in
robes, but Christi's was gray flannel, and more of a man's
housecoat, where as Debbie's was a suitable feminine red
silk robe with a gold Chinese pattern on it. Debbie had
long soft hair, like waves of flaxen gold, where as
Christi's haircut was short and severe, and her hair was
dark and rough looking. Debbie also wore a light make-up to
refine her features to an angelic softness, and Christy
wore no make-up letting her blunt features, and masculine
tone show.
As I sat there in shocked silence Debbie smacked Christy
playfully on the arm, "You big meanie, you're scaring her."
I almost corrected her when my brain finally caught up with
my situation. The wedgie, the constricting feeling around
my gut, and the sensation that was very much like a vice
crushing my toes, added up. I looked down and affirmed my
suspicion, as the first thing I saw was a wide flared skirt
of some soft black material. Simultaneously I absorbed the
sight of my now smooth legs peeking out of the frills under
the skirt, and squeezed into fishnet stockings, as well as
the little lace frilled white apron covering a tiny portion
of my lap. I couldn't see my feet, no more than I could
move them, but the feeling in my toes left little doubt
that I was wearing high heels and something was securing my
feet to the chair legs. Likewise my arms which protruded
from the short puffed out sleeves of this ridiculous dress
I hand been placed in were handcuffed behind my back.
Horrified by what had been done to me I sat dumbfounded,
realizing that under this demeaning caricature I must have
been wearing thong panties and some sort of corset.
I felt Debbie's hand on my face before I had even realized
she had moved. As soft as a butterfly it lighted upon my
cheek, trying to be comforting in this situation.
"You wanted to be with me, be part of my life, well this is
how it has to be. Christy will not have you as a male or an
equal, but if you are a girl, a subservient girl, then I
can have you, and you can share me." While she had been
lulling me with her dulcet tones Christy had faded back,
and now stood beside the open wardrobe across their bedroom
from me. "Are you ready to meet the new you?" Debbie cooed
stroking my cheek.
I sat there dumbly; I wasn't sure how this had spun so
wildly out of control, or how to get it back into the realm
of reasonable events. We were supposed to get together, a
discussion, maybe a little romp and then get back to where
we were, not me transformed into some sort of demented
little slave girl. I didn't want to be a girl, didn't want
to serve these two cruel hearted lesbians who had toyed
first with my emotions and apparently now with my body. But
then I looked at Debbie, her long smooth legs, rising into
that short sexy little robe, hinting at the untold paradise
beneath, her soft sensual lips and sex kitten eyes, was
this girl not worth sacrificing something for?
As I pondered the particulars of my destination in these
events Christy finally reached the end of her patience.
"This isn't final Jeopardy you little bitch." As her voice
filled the room I saw Debbie cringe a little, I'm not sure
whether it was sympathetic or if she too was a little
frightened of her butch lover. "Maybe you don't understand
what is going on here. You have no choices now, you belong
to us. You wanted Debbie, MY Debbie, well you will get her
on our terms. From now on you will refer to me as Miss
Christy or Madam, Debbie will be addressed as Mistress."
Her face was growing flushed as she continued to dictate
the terms of the situation, and Debbie just slouched her
head down between her shoulders as though afraid of the
storm of words flying past her. "You will do what we say,
when and how we say it, or we will see to it that you very
much regret it. Everything you have done over the past two
months is a textbook stalking case, rife with sexual
harassment. If we turn you in, how do you think the cons
will react to this!" With a dramatic flare she shut the
wardrobe door revealing a mirror on it's face and reflected
in it was me.
I stared, befuddled and flabbergasted I stared, the face,
the hair, this could not possibly be me. This was some sort
of illusion, the reflection wore the same flare skirted
French maid's dress that I was dressed in, the same fishnet
stockings. The toe crushing high heels that I could feel
wedged onto my feet were also present in that lying
reflection. It had to be lying for the waist dramatically
narrowed as the fitted body of the dress passed down from
the bosom which mounded out against the upper torso,
straining against the material. And my hair was a light
brown, moderately long for a guy but not hippie, where as
the captive in the mirror had a head full of tight blonde
curls peeking out from behind a lacy headpiece. This image,
this non-me had large dramatic eyes drenched in make-up and
her lips were large and bow shaped, slick with bright pink
lipstick.
As I tried to deny this image was me, I could see her
struggle in counterpoint to my own squirming for freedom.
She had an identical Debbie flanking her, just as I had
beside me, it couldn't be me, but it was, it had to be.
"Be still Bitch," Christy barked at me, causing both me and
the reflection girl to jerk to a standstill. "This is how
it is going to be tonight. My girlfriend and I are going to
make love, if you make so much as one noise you will remain
as you are until morning, but if you are a good little
bitch I shall help you get more comfortable before you
sleep. What do you say to that?"
I glanced towards Debbie who was smiling all too broadly,
her eyes wide, and her expression pleading me to say the
right thing. I knew what Christy wanted to hear, and
swallowing the mouthful of saliva, which had flooded my
mouth, as well as my pride, I parted my pink lips, "Yes
Madam."
Christy showed me her grin again, because when I said that
I became a legally consenting participant in this twisted
little game, even if I left here I could do nothing. Those
two words had bound me more securely than handcuffs and
rope, more and fiercely than corsets and high heeled shoes.
Now their game was really going to begin.
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