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Hi! I'm Tracy - Tracy Tanner ? and this is my story! I won't start at the beginning because I know you haven't got all day. The first thing you need to know is that my mother is a witch. Well, kind of. I've never seen her boiling eye of newt or heard her casting spells in Latin, but things just seem to happen around her. Especially to anyone who gets on her wrong side. I'll tell you what I mean. At our old house, our next door neighbour had a big German shepherd that always used to get into my mother's flowers and make a mess of them. He'd growl and bark at her if he saw her walking by. She told the people next door about it, but it never seemed to do any good. Then one day the dog snuck up on her as she was coming home from work and snapped at her skirt, ripping it halfway up her leg. "That darn dog!" she said when she got into the house, "I wish somebody'd do something about it!" Two nights later we heard an awful noise coming from my mother's flower bed. The dog had gotten mixed up with a porcupine and got a noseful of quills. That dog never ventured onto our lot again, and it whimpered and slunk away whenever it saw my Mom. Another time we had a prowler. We'd see him sometimes just after sundown lounging around across the street, eyeing our place. There was just my Mom and me at home; my Dad died when I was quite young and I can't remember him. Some nights my Mom thought she saw him peeking in the windows. Sometimes Mom's undies disappeared from the clothesline. Anyway, he got sprayed by a skunk one night right under our bathroom window and that was the last we saw of him. Then there was my mother's old boss. He used to try to take advantage of the girls in the office. A feel here, a rub there, and if he got lucky a little more. Every now and then a girl would get pregnant and leave. No one dared speak up about it because they all needed their jobs. And this was the 70's ? no one thought anything of it back then. Well, anyway, the boss started paying more and more attention to my mother, and his attentions started getting more and more persistent. She didn't tell me about it, but I noticed that she was agitated all the time and lost her temper easily. One day the boss's birthday came around and the girls at the office decided to surprise him. They hid in his office while he was gone for lunch and ordered a cake to be delivered shortly after he got back. Then they'd all jump out and surprise him! Well ? the boss came back from lunch, closed his door, sat down at his desk, pulled the new issue of Playboy out from under his jacket, and started to play with himself. His own little birthday gift to himself, I guess. What else could the girls do but peek out from the closet and from behind the curtains and try not to giggle?! No sooner had he finished his little business and slipped the magazine with Barbi Benton on the cover into his drawer than the cake arrived. The girls burst from their hiding places, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and covered him in streamers and confetti! Joyous occasion! Happy day! What fun! What mirth! They all giggled and laughed so much as they ate their cake and they all had such a good time ? all except the boss, who was very quiet and wouldn't meet anyone's gaze and left for the day as soon as the cake was gone. From that day on there were a lot of knowing grins and poorly disguised smirks around the office, and the boss never bothered any of the girls again. So do you see what I mean? Mom never really does anything to people. Things just seem to happen. I don't know whether you consider that being a witch or not, but that's how it is. I should know. I've been seeing it all my life. At the end of the school year, we moved to a new town. Mom didn't want to interrupt my schooling, but maybe it would have been better if we'd moved earlier. Here I was, a guy fifteen years old, new town, no friends, nothing to do and all summer to do it. I'd been in a little bit of trouble before, but nothing too serious. A few packs of hockey cards or cigarettes slipped inside the jacket, some discipline problems at school. You know ? kids' stuff. I was a little older now and had a lot more time on my hands. Mom's new job kept her out a lot of evenings. I started hanging around the park at night. I snatched a purse or two but mostly I liked sneaking up behind a pretty girl, copping a good feel and then disappearing into the trees. Worked fine for a few weeks but I guess the word got out, because one night I got suckered by a decoy policewoman. She was such a fox that it almost seemed worth it ? but of course sooner or later I was going to have to face the music. When I showed up on the doorstep shortly before midnight accompanied by the policewoman, I thought my poor mother was going to drop. She grabbed me by the arm. Was I alright? Where had I been? What was the policewoman doing here? She went on and on in a steady stream. She was in an awful state. The policewoman told me to sit on the couch and took my mother into the kitchen. They stayed there a long time. I heard the occasional sob and started to feel pretty bad. When they finally came out of the kitchen, my mother's face was ashen. I'd never seen her like that before. "Tracy," the officer said sternly, "your mother and I have had a long talk and I am releasing you into her custody. She assures me there will be no repeat of what happened tonight. If there is, I'll have you in court so fast it'll make your head spin. Now I'm counting on you to be a good boy and not let your mother down. You've hurt her enough already." And with that she was gone. Now I had to face my mother. I wish she'd raged and screamed and yelled and hit me. I wish she'd broken things and cried. Anything would have been better than seeing her standing there trembling before me, racked with silent sobs. "Tracy," she said, in a broken little voice, "how could you do this to me? You're all I have in this world. I wish I had a daughter who wouldn't give me any trouble instead of a son like you." And with that she was gone. I think we both cried ourselves to sleep that night. I woke up the next morning and I felt so bad. My head was heavy and aching and all in a fog. I lay there for a long time before I was able to pull myself out of bed and shuffle off to the shower. I shrugged off the top of my old flannel pj's and was sliding my thumbs under the band of the bottoms when I noticed something different. My hands looked small and narrow and dainty. And those things on my chest, all floppy and fat and pointy... I knew there was only one word for them: boobs! With a sinking feeling I lowered my panama bottoms, knowing all too well what I was going to see. It was true. I was a girl down there too. It seems strange to say, but I was pretty calm about it, maybe because I was still so zonked out, maybe because something was happening to my mind and the feminine was taking over, or maybe because after being around my mother all my life not much really surprised me anymore. But really, deep down, maybe I was just relieved that something had happened that could put things right again between my mother and me. But I started to notice things. Like that my skin was all oily and dirty and that I smelled like a musty old sleeping bag. Must have been from whatever happened overnight. Without any further ado, I hopped into the shower and turned the water on full blast. I felt much better afterwards. My head was clearing and I felt all fresh and clean. I took a towel and wiped the mist from the mirror. The first thing I noticed was that my boobies didn't look half as bad from this angle. They weren't really big, but that was okay with me. They weren't small either. They tilted slightly upwards, giving them a saucy, pouty look. My nipples were a pretty pinky colour. As I looked down I saw a trim little figure and lithe, strong, kinda long legs. Nestled at the top of my thighs was the most adorable little pussy I had ever seen! Not that I had ever seen that many ? not this kind anyway ? but I did think it was sweet... in a pouty kind of a way! I raised my gaze to meet the face staring back at me. Big sad blue eyes. Wet blonde hair, cut in bangs, about shoulder length. Strawberry blonde, I would learn when it dried. High cheekbones, button nose, clear complexion, small mouth with full pouty lips, and a cute little dimpled chin. All in all, not too bad. I'd never put Farrah Fawcett- Majors out of business, but still, not bad at all. What to do now! Nothing but boy's clothes in my room. I couldn't wear those even if I wanted to. I'd lost about five inches in height, down to about five four, so my old clothes were too big in one direction and probably too small in the other. I didn't waste any time thinking about it. (I seemed to have developed quite a strong practical streak overnight). I just pulled on a clean pair of pj's and padded downstairs to meet my Mom. Tears again. This time joy! "Oh Tracy, Tracy! I dreamed you were a girl and look at you, it's true! I can't believe it, Tracy, I just can't believe it!" And on and on, holding me so tight. Tears were running down her face ? mine too ? and it just felt so right. I never wanted the feeling to end. When we both got our feet on the ground again, we realized that some practical details were going to have to be dealt with. Like clothes. Mom's were too big for me and I couldn't go around forever in these old pj's. There was no way Mom could afford to go out and buy me a whole new wardrobe, but she dug deep into the cookie jar and scraped together enough to get me some new undies, a pair of jeans, a couple of tops, and some sneakers. I'd never make Vogue dressed like that but at least I could leave the house. We spent the rest of the weekend doing girl things. Mom had fifteen years of girl stuff to teach me, and she had a great time doing it. We laughed and laughed and just felt so close. Being a girl and being with Mom was just so great ? sometimes I almost forgot I had ever been a boy! I sure didn't miss it. Monday morning came and Mom was off to work. I mooned around for a little while, wondering what I was going to do all day, and then it hit me. I'd get a job! I'd be able to help out Mom with the bills and I'd be able to get some more clothes for myself. That kind of idea never would have occurred to me when I was a boy, but now I wondered why it had taken me so long to think of it. I tied my hair back in a bouncy ponytail and was out the door. I didn't know where you should start looking when you're looking for a job so I just walked. I hadn't gone very far when I saw a florist's shop with a Help Wanted sign in the window. There wasn't anyone at the counter, so I just looked around for a few minutes. I saw some flowers in a vase. Kind of pretty, I thought. What if I just moved this one here and put that one back there... "Young lady!" Oops! I guess that meant me. I'd been having so much fun playing with the flowers that I hadn't noticed the woman come into the room. "Yes, ma'am?" "What do you think you're doing? I worked long and hard on that arrangement and..." Her voice trailed off. "...and I think you've improved on it! Where did you learn to arrange flowers like that?" "Well, I didn't, ma'am; not really, I mean no one's ever taught me. I just came in to see about a job and..." "Then you must just have a natural talent. Do you like flowers? Come on into the back with me..." And that was it. I was hired on the spot and worked the rest of the summer and even got a raise after the first two weeks because my arrangements were bringing so much more business into the shop. By the time school started I had lots of new clothes. Well, enough anyway. Now before I start back to school, there's something else you should know. When I became a girl, I inherited some of my mother's witchery. Only mine was a little different. Things didn't happen around me like they did around my Mom. But sometimes I would just know things, like the way I just knew how to arrange flowers. Or I would just know that something was going to happen. Just like Mom, I couldn't turn it on or turn it off. If you asked me which horse was going to win the race, my guess wouldn't be any better than yours. But if I knew that a car was going to go through a stop sign, there was no way I'd step onto the crosswalk. Another thing is that my personality changed a little bit when I became a girl. Quite a bit actually. I'd been kind of moody and dreamy when I was a boy. Now I was practical and decisive. Kinda spunky too. When I was a boy I got embarrassed so easily and I was always so worried about what other people thought. Now I didn't even think about that kind of stuff! I guess I still didn't fit in all that well, but it just didn't bother me now. I just kept barrelling along! And I loved being a girl! I almost never remembered ever having been a boy. I know that sounds funny, but think of it this way. You know when you've had a really strange dream? Next morning it's fresh and vivid and you know all the details. Next week you have to think hard to recall just the gist of it, and next month it's almost gone. An inkling of it may pass through your mind in an idle moment, but mostly it's as if it had never happened. That's how my boy's life was now. September came and school started. As a boy I would have been nervous and shy in a new school, but the new Tracy Tanner jumped right in - for all the good it did me! It was a pretty normal high school. Among the teachers, the only one who stood out was Miss Hiscox. Everyone said she was a women's libber, and everyone said she was really smart. A lot of the boys said really nasty things about her and most of the men teachers seemed to be afraid of her, but she always smiled at me in the halls even though I wasn't in any of her classes. As for the students, you had the jocks and the cheerleaders, the rich kid social set, the nerds, the hoodlums, and the losers. You know, the usual. I didn't really fit in anywhere, but that was okay with me. I found a friend and she didn't fit in either. Janie didn't have a mother, she just had a father. And he wasn't much of a father. He drank a lot and wasn't very nice to her. Janie always wore old straight-leg jeans and plaid shirts. The girls all ignored her because she was poor and the boys all called her Plain Jane because she didn't look like a cheerleader. I liked her, though. I just knew there was something special about her. Janie was taller than me by four or five inches. She wore her black hair in a grown out pixie cut and had the pale skin and freckles that sometimes go with black hair. She was lanky and gangly and never wore any makeup. In those days she always seemed to look sad. We both went out for the track team, that's when I noticed her. She went in for middle distance and I did sprints. I started talking to her one day at practice and we just clicked. The next day I realized that she was in almost all of my classes. She was so quiet and mousey that I'd just never noticed her! Before long, we were doing just about everything together. Like studying. I found I was becoming a bit of a bookworm. I'd always scraped by in school with as little work as possible, but now I just loved researching projects, poring over class notes, and doing extra reading. Janie was in the same boat. She'd never put much effort into school either, although her marks had been better than mine. Now all of a sudden she took off academically. From our study sessions I could see how really smart she was. At first it was me helping her along, but before long it was me riding on her coattails. By the middle of October she was leading the class, and I wasn't far behind. October was an unseasonably hot month. Janie and I had sleepovers at my place most weekends ? as a matter of fact, she slept with me on a lot of week nights too. Our favourite thing to do was to watch Charlie's Angels together. We loved the Angels. I'd always tease her and say that she looked just like Kate Jackson. She hated that because it was a little too close to the truth: she wasn't the glamorous one. But I think she liked it too because Kate was still plenty cute! She said I was just like Cheryl Ladd and I didn't mind that at all. Anyway, one very hot October night neither one of us could sleep. I don't know how late it was. We pulled the covers off, but we were still roasting. Our hair was matted on our foreheads and our pj's were all damp and sticky. "I can't take this any more, Janie, I've got to get out of these old pj's! They feel like a fur coat." Off they came and Janie's weren't far behind, but the room was still like an oven. "I know, Janie, I'm going to let in some fresh air. No one's going to be peeking through the window at this time of night." I threw back the curtains and opened the window as far as it would go. I walked back around to my side of the bed and eased myself down beside my friend, propped up on one elbow. A cool breeze caressed our overheated bodies, sending a delicious chill through us. I looked down at Janie. The moonlight was streaming in on her naked little body, and for the first time I realized how beautiful she was. For the first time I saw her not as plain old gangly Jane, but as the elegant lady she would become. In the moonlight I could see her finely- drawn features emerging, the strong cheekbones and jaw, the patrician nose that made mine seem little-girlish, the gentle but penetrating eyes. My gaze fell to her budding breasts which rose and fell softly with her laboured breathing, the long graceful lines of her hips, thighs, and bottom. She looked so beautiful lying there that I just couldn't help leaning over and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Oh Janie," I whispered, "you're so beautiful..." She turned to me slowly and, getting up on one elbow too, said "Gee, Tracy, no one's ever said that to me before." I could almost see a tear in her eye. She brushed the damp hair away from my face and kissed me back, gently, first on the forehead, then on the cheek, then on the lips. Maybe it seems funny for girlfriends to be doing that but I just knew it was right. I kissed her right back and we both seemed to like it so we did it some more. Someone's arm brushed against someone's breast and no one seemed to mind, then someone's hand was on someone else's breast, and first thing you know we were both panting like we'd just run the quarter mile. Someone's hand wandered down there and, finding a warm reception, did what I only do to myself when I'm locked in the bathroom having a bubble bath. I know it l sounds kinda cheap to tell it this way, but it was really beautiful. You had to be there, I guess. When it was over, we lay there for a long time. The breeze had cooled the room, so I pulled the sheet back up over us. Forget the pj's ? they were all damp and clammy and ready for the laundry hamper. It was Janie who finally spoke. "Tracy," she said in a small voice," do you think this makes us like... you know... queers?" "Don't be silly," I answered. "We both like boys. It's not our fault they're all too stunned to notice us! You know what I read about in Greek history? That Plato and all those philosopher guys used to do just what we did. Every once in a while they'd... you know, like we just did, just to show that they were friends and they thought a lot of each other. Of course they didn't make a habit of it... and no one called them queers! Don't you worry, Janie, this just means that we're best friends forever." "You're so sweet," said Janie, running her fingers through my hair. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Well you know Mr. Fritz, the guidance counsellor? He asked me to come over and have a swim in his pool ? this is the latest he's ever had it open - and talk to me about maybe applying for a scholarship next year. Didn't I tell you about that? Must have forgotten. Why don't I call him tomorrow and see if you can come too? I'm sure he wouldn't mind..." My voice trailed off. I felt a trembling on the bed beside me. It was Janie, she was silently sobbing. "Janie," I said, "what's wrong? Don't cry. It's all right. You can tell me." I held her for the longest time until she could speak. "It's Mr. Fritz, Tracy. Don't go! Don't let him..." And she broke down in tears again. "Tracy," she said when she'd regained some of her composure, "I've been going to Mr. Fritz since last year. He makes me do terrible things, Tracy. He says that if I won't do them or if I tell anyone, he'll get me kicked out of school and I'll end up in jail like my... like my... like my mother!" She broke down again but struggled on. "He makes me do terrible things, Tracy. He makes my put his thing in my mouth. Don't go, Tracy, don't let him get a hold over you like he has over me." Once I started to get over my shock and I found myself getting angrier by the minute. "You listen to me, Janie! That man's just made the mistake of his life if he thinks he's going to pick on Tracy Tanner! And no one is going to treat my friend that way and get away with it! You think Charlie's Angels are trouble ? that creep hasn't seen anything till he's tangled with us!" When I left the house the next afternoon I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with that lecherous old Fritz but I knew I was going to win. I had on my freshest makeup, my best little girl skirt and knee socks, and my favourite top. If he wanted to move in on an innocent little teen, here I was! I hummed to myself and swung my little carrybag as I skipped up to his door. "Tracy, so glad you could make it! Did you walk all the way in this heat? You must be worn out. Here, let me take your bag and get you a nice cold drink of lemonade." As I followed him to the kitchen, I had to admit that he seemed perfectly charming, but I knew better. He had his comeuppance coming and I was going to give it to him. The Angels didn't shy away from danger and neither would I! A few minutes later I changed into my bathing suit and joined Mr. Fritz at the pool. He looked a little crestfallen when he saw my suit. It had a darling little pleated skirt and a big bow at the bosom. My bathing cap was covered with bright rubber flowers. I think he thought it was a little young for me but that was okay. I was ready to have some fun! I frolicked and played for two hours straight! If Mr. Fritz was going to try anything, he was going to have to slow me down first! Any time he got close to me, I splashed him and swam out of reach. Finally it started to get late. I pulled myself out of the water. "Well, Mr. Fritz, I sure had a great time, but it's late and I should be getting home." I took off my bathing cap and made a show of shaking out my hair, knowing that it would display my little boobies to advantage. That's what an Angel would do! "I guess it is getting on, Tracy. The time certainly does fly when you're having fun. Why, we haven't even had a chance to talk about your scholarship! Tell you what ? why don't you run along inside now and get changed, and you can come back tonight to talk about that scholarship!" "That would be great, Mr. Fritz." I skipped off to the house all smiles, but glancing back over my shoulder, I noticed that he was making no move to leave the pool. I knew something must be up! I tossed my wet swimsuit into the sink and hopped into the shower to wash off all that smelly old chlorine. I was standing in front of the mirror towelling myself dry when I got a funny feeling. I knew he was watching me. Sneaky as I could I checked around. Looking in the mirror, I thought I could see a peephole in the wall behind me. I put my face up really close to the mirror, pretending I had a zit or something. I had a real good look at the wall behind me, and sure enough, where an old towel rack had been, there was a little hole that had never been plastered over. I kept calm. What would Cheryl Ladd do? Then I remembered that I had changed into my suit in the bedroom next door ? and my clothes were still there! I took a deep breath... and then a plan just came to me. I knew what I had to do. I turned to face the peephole, rubbing my little boobies with the towel. I wanted to keep him distracted. I moved slowly towards the peephole and towards the door at the same time. Once I was sure I was out of his range of vision, I wrapped the towel around me and bounded out into the hall on my tiptoes. "Mr. Fritz! I'm sorry ? I didn't know you were in here! I just came in to get my clothes!" Mr. Fritz started like a woman who's just seen a mouse. He turned around with a look of terror in his eyes. His trunks were down around his ankles and he had his thingie in his hand. "Mr. Fritz! What happened to you? Are you alright? Your thingie ? it's all swollen up! Is that an allergic reaction or something? Oh, I know, Mr. Fritz ? it's the Indian yoga! I bet you do that meditation and those exercises and all that stuff! I bet that's how you do it!" "Ehm, ah... er... yes, Tracy, that's it, it's the... ehm... er... Indian yoga. What a... ah... smart... and sophisticated young lady you are to be familiar with such an ... er... esoteric subject like that... There aren't many people in this town..." As he fumbled along, I could feel his eyes feasting on me, and it started to make me uncomfortable. After all, he was 30 years older, eight inches taller, and a hundred pounds heavier than me, and all I had on was a wet towel. I pulled it up a little higher around my boobies. A little too high, I guess, from the way his gaze dropped and his eyes bugged out! I took another deep breath to calm myself and thought of the Angels. They wouldn't back out at a time like this, and neither would Tracy Tanner! I had him at a disadvantage and I was going to keep him there. I advanced on him, trying to look confident. "But Mr. Fritz, it's so big and so strong and it stands right up like that. I've never seen a thingie like that before. Can I feel it, Mr. Fritz? Oh Mr. Fritz, it's just as hard as a dog bone! And it's so big my hand will hardly go around it!" I gave it a good squeeze just to see if it really was as hard as all that. Mr. Fritz let out a gasp. Then I started moving my hand up and down on it like Mr. Fritz had been doing when I came into the room. "Is this how you do it, Mr. Fritz, is this the Indian yoga?" It must have been, because Mr. Fritz closed his eyes and put his head back and made that "Oooommm" sound people are supposed to make when they're meditating. "And these things down here, Mr. Fritz, They're so cute and fuzzy and cuddly!" I cupped them in my hand. When I squeezed a little bit they squirted away inside their little bag so I made a grab at one of them, the same way you would if you were trying to catch a grasshopper. I must have grabbed a little too hard I guess because he let a big puff out of him and doubled over with his face all screwed up. "Oh Mr. Fritz! Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" I wasn't, really, but it never hurts to be polite. An Angel is always a lady. "Anyway, Mr .Fritz, I've got to go now, but I'll be back tonight to talk about that scholarship ? and maybe you can show me some more of the Indian yoga!" I grabbed my clothes and got out of there as quick as I could. I hurried home as fast as my little legs would carry me and by the time I got there I had my plan all made. I called Janie right away. She came over and we got to work. By eight o'clock it was dark and I was knocking on Mr. Fritz's door. I was wearing a nice skirt and a cute little top, and for the first time in my life, my recent life anyway, no bra. I felt kinda naked without one but I knew it would help me with what I had to do. Farrah would do it if it would help her solve the case, so how could I refuse? I wore a jacket on the way over, though, so I wouldn't have to parade around like that in public. "Tracy, I'm so glad you could make it over! Come right in and we can get right down to work on that scholarship. Here, let me take your jacket." I handed him my jacket, and I could feel his eyes on me right away. I guess my little strategy worked. After the walk in the cool night air my boobies were quite noticeable through the thin material of my close- fitting top. He could hardly take his eyes off them. I tried to let on that I didn't notice, but once in awhile I'd "accidentally" catch him looking, just to keep him off balance. That's what you call "feminine wiles", I guess ? an art that I seemed to be learning quickly. I could see that feminine wiles could come in handy in a tight spot. An Angel should never be without them. "Now just come over here, my dear, and have a seat by the coffee table." He sat down on the couch beside me. "Now Tracy, about a scholarship... I have very good connections at a number of very good universities. What you might call the Old Boy's Network. I have a number of highly placed friends who would like very much to have an attractive young lady like yourself on campus, especially if that attractive young lady is skilled in the art of the Indian yoga. Each year I take an attractive young lady like yourself under my wing, as it were, and endeavour to give her the very specialized training that will enable her to meet the exacting standards of these collegiate yoga masters. If you are willing to train with me for the next two years, and... and I must stress this... and to keep our little arrangement absolutely secret, from your friends, from your teachers, even from your own mother... if you are willing to agree to all this, then I feel confident in saying that I can almost guarantee you a full scholarship to a major university. What do you say, my girl, are you up to the challenge?" "Oh, Mr. Fritz, yes! Of course! I'd be honoured! What a surprise for my mother! Just think, wouldn't she be proud of me! A full scholarship! I know she wants me to go to university but she could never afford to send me ? wouldn't she be pleased!" "Now remember, Tracy, this has to be kept absolutely secret. If one word leaks out about this, there will be no scholarship and the Old Boy's Network will see to it that you are never admitted to any major university on this continent. Do you understand fully?" "Oh yes, Mr. Fritz, you can count on me. I can keep a secret better than anyone else in the whole world! And I do so want to learn the Indian yoga. It's supposed to be so good for your concentration and everything. When can we start?" "Momentarily, Tracy. Just let me change into my yoga gown." Mr. Fritz sure wasn't gone for long. He came back in his yoga gown, which looked an awful lot like a blue bathrobe to me, with a big book under his arm. "This ancient yogic text will serve as our training manual. It's called the (I can't remember the name exactly ? it was something like "Karma Suture" I think). But perhaps we'll leave that for another night. Your first lesson will be a short one." He sat down in a large overstuffed armchair. "The first lesson, one that all novices must master, is an exercise in obedience and submission. You must demonstrate that you can trust and obey your guru and help him to reach a higher spiritual plane. By raising me you will raise yourself and your journey towards enlightenment will have begun. Do you understand and accept?" "Oh, yes, Mr Fritz... er... Mr .Guru... er..." "'Yes Master' will do nicely. Now there's a good girl, come and kneel here between my thighs... yes, like that... there's a good girl, now. Now open my robe... that's right... just like that... "Mr. Fritz! Your thingie! Why it's almost as big as it was this afternoon ? and it's getting bigger! Is this how you do the yoga, Mr. Fritz, like this?" I put my hand around his thingie just like this afternoon and moved it up and down. He seemed to be going into his meditation trance, so I moved my hand a little faster, hoping to move him to a higher spiritual plane. He was hot and hard now in my little fist. His thingie was really what you might call a"dong", all red and angry and swollen with big ugly veins sticking out. It was starting to twitch a little bit too. It was straining so much that a little drop of stuff started to drip from the end of it. "Very good, Tracy, you've mastered the first stage. Now it's time to move on to the second stage." He was huffing like an old horse. "Move your hand down to the base... yes, just like that... now I want you to lean down and take me into your mouth." "But Mr. Fritz, it's so big, I don't know if it's going to fit!" "Yes it will, take my word for it. Now come on, Tracy, this is your first test. Show Mr. Fritz what you can do!" I put my head down close to his big ugly dong. It looked back up at me like a thing that wanted to hurt me. Now I knew how an Angel felt when she stared down the barrel of a loaded gun. Don't back out now Tracy, I told myself. I looked up at him and gave him what I hoped was a teasing grin. An Angel never loses her sass! I took a deep breath, opened my mouth wide like you do at the dentist's, and lowered my head till I felt his big purple raspberry brush against my lips. Just then there was a blinding flash. Before I could fully recover there was another, then another. Janie came clambering in through the open window, my new Polaroid camera in her hand. "Janie, you dear! Am I ever glad to see you!" "Just in the nick of time, I guess! I thought I'd never figure out that flash!" "Why, what is the meaning of this?!! What do you girls think you're doing?!! Why I'll have you both..." "You'll have us both what, Mr. Fritz? On our knees sucking on your big ugly thingie? Not anymore you won't! Let me tell you something, you creep, you picked the wrong girl to tangle with when you picked Tracy Tanner! See these pictures? One for me, one for Janie, and one to be hidden in a safe place. If you ever bother Janie or me again, or if we ever hear of you trying to take advantage of any other girl in the school, we're going straight to..." "Straight to whom? Who will ever believe you? It's your word against mine, and I don't think anyone is going to take very seriously the word of two little girls of dubious moral character!" "We'll go straight to Miss Hiscox, and nobody will have to take our word because we have these pictures, and they show your face and your dong really good. Miss Hiscox'll have you out of a job so fast it'll make your head spin and you know it. So you better mind you P's and Q's and be very nice to us and treat all the girls at school with a lotta lotta respect or you're going to be really sorry! Now have you got that?" Mr. Fritz slumped in his chair, looking as fallen and defeated as his shrivelled dong. He knew he was beaten. "Yes girls, as you say." Another flash. Janie flipped the developing print in his direction. "Here's something to remember us by, you creep." "Little bitches," I heard him mutter as I moved towards the door. I spun around on my heel. "My mother says that's just a word men use for a girl who gets the better of them, so if you want to call us bitches, you go right ahead - we've earned it!" And with that I flounced out the door. We walked calmly as if nothing had happened till we turned the corner, then we ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran.