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My Mistake: Chapter 3 free porn video
My Mistake
By Jessica81
Copyright 2004
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Before I get into the third chapter, I want to thank my two editors who
I know personally and trust with my life (and stories) Erica and Beth, I
owe a lot to you two for checking these before they ever make it to any
website where their posted. I also would like to thank all of my readers
for the kind comments, several people have said that I have the talents
of a good writer; unfortunately, I normally don't have the patients to
actually sit down and finish any thing I start. I attribute this to the
ADHD, and while this might actually be true, it's not a good excuse. To
give you an example, the first chapter of this story sat on various hard
drives for roughly six months, with just the first line, anyway, here's
chapter three. Also, I have created a blog for the story at
http://mymistake-thestory.blogspot.com. I have set the blog up so that
any one can make comments, and I will post the chapters that have been
written up until this point. I am still debating with posting partial
chapters, as I write them.
Chapter 3: Seeing Mom
As Katie started moving the car toward the interstate to head home, I
was starting to get nervous. The Last time mom and seen me dressed, I
was wearing one of Jen's dresses and pretty much looked like a girl even
though at the time I had shorter hair, which mom had explained away when
we went to eat that I tried to cut it by my self, and screwed it up
pretty badly. It was still longer than most boys' haircuts going to my
shoulders. This time I looked like a sixteen year old girl, to every
one. We rode in silence for a while, and the closer we got to the house
the more I started to feel faint. Katie noticed this.
"Are you alright Morgan?" she asked looking in my direction
"I don't want mom to see me like this." I stammered through rather short
breaths.
"Here take my hand." Katie said offering her hand, I took it and
squeezed. "Morgan, remember your mom is getting you all of your clothes,
I think she knows what's best for you."
"What about church on Sunday?" I asked, finally starting to breathe
normally again.
"What about it?" Jen asked.
"Am I going as a girl or a boy?"
"Well Mom did say full time, and for at least five months" Jen responded
to my question, "So I'd say as a girl" Just as Jen finished her
statement, Katie was turning the car into the driveway. I saw mom's car
in the garage, with the trunk lid open.
"Morgan, We'll get the bags, see if there is any thing else in your
mom's trunk." Katie said with a smile. I couldn't argue with her, I
loved her too much.
"Ok." I said grabbing the handle of the door and stepping out. It had
gotten dark out and was now in the upper twenties. I could have sworn I
felt my blood cool off in my legs as I walked toward the garage. I
looked in mom's trunk and picked up the only bag that was left and shut
the trunk. I walked into the house and met my mom on the way out.
"Oh, Hi, Morgan", she said after about running me down. "You look
pretty." I blushed.
"Thanks, Mom" I replied in a weak voice. She smiled, and then asked:
"Is that every thing from the car?"
"It's the last one and I shut the trunk." I said, still uneasy about mom
seeing me in a skirt. Mom shut the garage door, and came back in the
house. I was working on putting the cheese that was in the bag in the
refrigerator, unaware that mom was watching me. Straightening my skirt
as I stood, my mother's voice startled me.
"I never realized how much you acted like your sister" I turned to face
her.
"Mom!" I started, "I do not act like Jennifer"
"Actually you do." Mom stated, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you
were a girl." I thought about that for a second. Here was my mom telling
me I looked like a girl, which I probably did because I was wearing a
skirt, had hair that was well taken care of, and had soft features like
my sister. I skipped over to mom and gave her a hug.
"Thank you mommy." I said.
"What was that for?" She asked.
"For not kicking me out of the house when you found out what I had
done."
"Do you remember when I found you in your sister's dress after your dad
died?"
"Yeah" I said looking at her. I thought she was going to flip and kick
me out of the house, but she just took me in her arms and held me, it
was nice being held like that but I thought she was mad at me after
that. She and I just sat in the living room talking like mother and
daughter for about three hours then Jen came home and I apologized to
her for going in her room without her permission.
"Remember how we went out to dinner with you dressed like that?" I
nodded. My hair had been as long then as it was now, and not a single
person gave me a second glance when we went out and ate. We had also
gone shopping and gotten me some denim skirts and a few dresses, and
when I grew out of this "stage" those had gone into Jen's closet. "Well,
I told Jen to put those in the guest room, which will become your room
while your punishment is in effect. Now run upstairs and get changed for
all four of us to go out to dinner, and you and Katie to go to the
movies."
"Ok, Mom" I said, turning to go toward the stairs. Walking into the
guest room, I saw Katie sitting on the bed reading a book. It looked
like my copy of Left Behind, and from the looks of it, she had just
started reading it. On the bed was a red sweater that had a keyhole
opening right above where my sternum started, a red and black plaid
pleated skirt that looked like it was shorter than the one I had on. On
the floor were a pair of black boots with a five inch platform, and 3
glittering silver padlocks hanging open. I looked at Katie, who had not
seen me come into the room, she was wearing an identical outfit but the
sweater and plaid were white instead of black. Her boots had 2 gold
colored locks and they were already locked. As she realized that I was
there, she turned to me and smiled. I saw that her sweater was identical
to the one that was laying on the bed, except hers had a gold padlock in
the keyhole opening. I walked over to her and hugged her, then fingered
the padlock.
"You like?" She asked.
"Yes I do, although I've never seen you have a gold plated lock before."
I replied. I've always thought that Katie made some of her own clothes
because she had all sorts of stuff that could be locked shut from pants
and shorts to shirts to sweaters. I had always admired that she had the
courage to lock herself in her clothes and wear them to school. She was
on the Girls Tennis team at school and had even made her own skirts for
the games that she could lock shut.
"The gold locks are new. Your locks are going to be silver, and I think
you'll like this outfit." She said picking sitting my book down and
picked the skirt up. She unzipped the zipper at the back of the skirt
and I saw two locks, one at the center of the zipper, and one at the top
which looked like it held a both ends of a chain that ran through the
waist band. She smiled at me.
"What's the chain for?" I asked.
"To make sure you can't' remove it." She said, unzipping her skirt to
revel two gold locks and a silver chain that went through her waist
band. I smiled at her then watched as she zipped her skirt back up and
when she brought her arms up to hug me I thought I saw a golden
reflection out of her sleeve.
"Is there a lock at your right wrist too?" I asked reaching for it.
"Yes there is," She replied holding her wrist out to me, "and you'll
understand the point later tonight." That got me thinking 'what was she
planning for later tonight' "Let's get you dressed" she said taking a
key from the nightstand. She bent down and unlocked the lock on each
boot, and unzipped them. She pushed me back until I fell on the bed, my
skirt flying up and would have been showing my panties if I didn't have
a pair of tights on. Katie giggled, and then pulled my boots off. I
stood up and unbuttoned, and unzipped the skirt I had on, and then
pulled the sweater up and over my head, dropping it on the floor with
the skirt. I picked up the skirt from the bed, and stepped into it,
pulling it up and holding my hand out to Katie, instead of getting a
lock, which is what I wanted I got a handful of keys.
"What's this?" I asked looking at the keys.
"The keys to my outfit, there's a pouch in the front of your skirt that
will hold them." I folded the waist band down and sure enough there was
a zipped compartment there, with a ring at the end of it. I slipped the
keys in the compartment then zipped it shut, holding my hand out again,
this time getting a silver lock. Slipping the hasp of the lock through
the hole on the zipper, and the through the ring, I closed it. I could
have sworn that Katie purred when I did that. I went back over to the
zipper and then stuck my hand out again, receiving a second lock. I
slipped the hasp through the rings and closed it, sticking my hand out
again. Instead of getting a lock, I got a kiss, and heard a click. I
looked down and seeing Katie had closed the zipper on the skirt. I
stuck my hand there and felt the outline of a lock. I picked up the
sweater and slid it over my head. Katie came over and closed the two
locks at the wrists. Then she handed me a lock and that was when I
realized that the collar of the sweater had a chain running through it.
Katie was standing over by the full length mirror in the guest room,
which had become my bedroom with my punishment, brushing her hair. She
tied it up in a ponytail using a white ribbon. I walked over to her at
the mirror. We were the same height, and I did some real quick math in
my head if I was five foot five, and she was five foot three, and my
boots were five inches, that meant she had to have on her seven inch
platform boots.
"Katie, Hun, are those your seven inch platforms?"
"Yes, Morgan, they are. You've never seen them have you?" She responded
smiling.
"No, I haven't" I said looking at her boots. Some day I'd have to try
those on. Katie moved behind me and started brushing my hair after
taking the two ribbons that held my pigtails up. She brushed my hair
out. Let me tell you, if you have never had some one else brush your
hair, you should try it some time, it is one of the most relaxing things
I can think of. When Katie was done brushing my hair, she tied it up
with a red ribbon, then she gave my makeup a little touchup and we went
downstairs to see mom and Jen.
"Were ready, Jackie" Katie said to my mom.
"Oh, good. I was about to have Jen assemble a search party and go
looking for you two girls." Mom said smiling. I smiled back and took
Katie's hand, as we walked out the door to Mom's car. Katie and I sat
in the back seat and I was a whole lot more graceful than when I sat
down the first time. Jen and mom got in up front.
"Mom, where are we going?" I asked after I buckled my seatbelt.
"Were going to the Max and Erma's at City Center." Mom said.
"Mom why at City Center, if there is one at South Ridge?" as we drove, I
realized that we were headed toward the one in South Ridge.
"Mom you're confusing me." I said aloud, Jen turned and grinned at me.
It was when we pulled into the lot of the Max and Erma's in South Ridge
that I realized that we were in fact going to the one where several of
my classmates in different classes worked. I knew for a fact that
several girls from my Pre-Calculus class worked tonight because they had
been discussing schedules. Mom also knew that several girls from some of
my classes worked here and she was going to make me pass in front of
class mates.
"Morgan, you are a cousin that is visiting from Jacksonville for a few
months and you will be attending school here, Jen, your brother went
back to Jacksonville to attend to the requests of your Aunt Betty, who
is Morgan's mother by adoption and is suffering from health ailments." I
didn't expect any one to believe this and so I said something.
"Mom, no one will buy that. I don't even look like a Floridian."
"Then what do you propose?" Mom had parked the car and we sat discussing
this with the heat on.
"I like the cousin bit, that would explain why I look like Josh, but how
bout I'm from Oakville, and our house collapsed with no one home, and my
dad enlisted Josh to help with the rebuilding so I'm staying with you."
"That will work, should any one ask. Morgan, don't forget your manners,
unless you want to be 'read'." Mom said. We got out of the car, and
because the car was nice and toasty, it felt like it was two degrees out
side. I knew it wasn't because the multifunction computer in the car had
said it was 23 degrees outside. Of course the wind was blowing, and
therefore, it felt colder. As we walked in the hostess, who I recognized
from her traversing with Jen in the hallways at school looked up at us
and smiled at Jen. What I didn't know was that Katie also knew her. They
shared three classes together.
"Welcome to Max and Erma's, how many in your party?" Asked the hostess,
who was wearing a white button down shirt and a pair of black slacks,
her long brown hair was tied up in a bun. She had a name tag pinned to
whose name tag read 'Amber'
"Four," Mom said smiling. Amber grabbed four menus, and then Amber said
to me,
"You look familiar; do you go to South Ridge High?"
"No, I go to Oakville High." I responded as we approached the booth we
were going to sit in.
"Oh, I like Katie's and your outfits."
"Thanks," I said smiling. Katie sat down and scooted into the booth.
"Are the locks functional?" Amber asked staring at the lock at the
collar of my sweater.
"Yes," I said sitting and maintaining her gaze, "and the keys are at
home." I said. Amber glanced at her gold watch.
"I go on break in ten minutes, do you mind if I come back and we can
chat?" she asked. I glanced at the others seated around the table, they
were just smiling.
"Not at all," I said smiling. Amber smiled as the waitress came up to
greet us. One thing I have never understood about the restaurant
industry was why you always get greeted to the extent of three or four
times.
"Hi, I'm Erica, I'll be your server today, and can I get you any thing
to drink?" I recognized her from my lunch period. I didn't even know she
worked here.
"I'll have water" My mom answered, it was then Jen's turn.
"I'll have a Sprite" Jen answered.
"I'll have a Sprite also." I answered.
"I'll have water" Katie answered.
"Okay, two waters and two sprites. I'll be back in a few to get your
orders, and by the way, I like your outfits." Erica said nodding toward
Katie and I. As she walked away, I glanced at Katie who was grinning.
"What?" I asked
"Your doing this like a natural, like you've done this for your entire
life." Katie responded smiling. I smiled back.
"This is a play, the world is my stage." I responded. Erica came back,
carrying a tray of drinks. Erica put the drinks on the table.
"Here are your drinks. Are those locks functional?" Erica asked me.
"Yes they are. I can't take my outfit off with out the keys which are at
home." Erica got a sudden twinkle in her eye.
"What all on your outfit is locked?" Erica asked, while flipping her
papers to jot our orders down.
"My sweater, skirt, and boots." I replied sticking my foot out so she
could see my boot. She glanced down and smiled.
"I've always wanted a pair of shoes or boots like that. Now, what do you
want for dinner?"
"I'll have a plain burger and fries." I replied smiling. The order
sounded pretty much the same all the way around the table. I mean what
more do you expect when you have four girls out to eat. I slipped my
hand into Katie's, and she smiled. I looked at Katie and she
absentmindedly played with the lock in the keyhole opening of her
sweater. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Morgan," Mom started, "Are you having fun with your punishment yet?"
she asked. Jen and Katie were smiling. The look on my face must have
said it all. "I can see that this is not a punishment to you. What was
that about this being a play and the world as your stage?"
"Earlier when we were going to the mall, Katie reminded me of the play I
was in last year, if you recall, I wore skirts and dresses around the
house for three months to get ready, even going as far as wearing them
out to places with you and Jen when we went some where other than where
we normally shop, I replied to Katie after she told me to think of the
world as my stage and this as a play, that that is exactly what it is."
"That's a good way to think about it. You and Katie are going to go
shopping tomorrow by your selves. Katie, I want Morgan to pick out what
she wants. Morgan, you can have five pair of pants. No more, they are to
be obviously feminine, and you can only wear them when you ask me first.
Now, what movie are you guys going to go see tonight?" I looked at
Katie, who looked at me.
"What do you?-"we both started at the exact same time.
"I don't know what's playing" Katie said to me with a smile. "Let's go
shopping instead." I shrugged.
"Ok," I said smiling. Somehow I knew there was going to be a little bit
more than shopping going on. "I'll drive." I said looking at mom after
looking at Katie. Mom frowned. I had just gotten my drivers license in
July, but had never driven in heels.
"No, you won't" Mom said looking at me. "Not until you and Katie have
gone to the school's parking lot and you've learned how to drive in
heels. Furthermore," Mom paused looking around, "your legal documents,
all have your male name on them, you've already been reenrolled at
school as Morgan. But you can't drive with out a driver's license, and
yours says Josh, not Morgan. So therefore you're not driving." Mom said.
I looked at her and pouted. I liked to drive.
"But, Mom, Technically I'm still Josh; I'm pretending to be Morgan. I've
talked to some one on the Internet who has been stopped for driving her
car while she was dressed. The car was registered to the mile name, and
she was able to prove that she was he." I said.
"How by lifting up her skirt?" Jen asked.
"She didn't provide details." I replied looking at Jen. Amber grabbed a
chair and sat at the end of the booth. She had a salad in a bowl in her
hands. I looked at her.
"How did you get your food already? I asked looking at the salad.
"I put my order in the computer just before Erica put yours in. She'll
be out in a second." Just as Amber finished talking Erica popped out of
the kitchen holding a tray of food. This was happening like it was
scripted and that worried me. Erica sat our food down and then came back
with more drinks.
"Katie, where are the keys for your locks?" Amber asked.
"They are inside the front of the waist that is locked shut, and her mom
has the keys."
"Where did you get the sweaters, and boots?"
"Ask her." I said nodding my head back to Katie.
"I had them custom made." Katie replied between bites. Amber's eyes got
wide, and a smile broke on her face.
"I want a dress that locks so I can have my boyfriend hold the keys, or
I can put them in water in the freezer and then wait till it thaws to
take the dress off."
"I'll see what I can do." Katie replied, "Get with me sometime on
Monday."
"Ok." She replied glancing at her watch. "I have to get back to work.
Have fun." She winked at me. I finished what I could of my food. By the
time I finished every one else was done and ready to go. We got up and
mom went and paid, Katie, Jen and I were back in the car with it warming
up, I was shivering because it was in the lower thirties, Katie started
shivering also so I cuddled up to her to combine our body heat,
unfortunately, our body heat was not much of a match for the cold
interior of the car. Even after the car had warmed up we stayed sitting
in the back seat with me holding her in my arms. Mom walked up to the
car and got in.
"Where are you guys going to go shopping?" Mom asked putting the car in
gear and backing out of the parking spot.
"Probably over to Oakville to make sure that no one recognizes Morgan."
Katie said.
"Ok," Mom started, "Are you staying over tonight?" She directed the
question at Katie.
"Yes. I'll swing by my house before we go shopping and clothes for
tomorrow." Katie said, slightly lifting her head from my chest. "Hun,
you need boobs."
"What was that?" Jen turned smiling.
"I said Morgan needs boobs" Katie said, returning the smile. I saw mom
smile in the mirror.
"I'll work on that tomorrow." Mom responded.
"We bought B cup bras today," I volunteered, thinking she might need
that info. I knew that was needed because the school had to purchase a
pair of breast forms. I wore a simple denim skirt, black sweater, white
panties, bra, and tights for the play. I was self conscious for the last
three weeks when I was wearing the similar outfits every day. It was
weird walking among my classmates in a skirt. I got a lot of support
from the girls, most of who were in pants, but they seemed to appreciate
the fact that here I was a guy, and I was willing to wear a skirt, to
school nonetheless, and I made a lot of friends during the eight weeks
we were in practices. The first time I walked on stage wearing a skirt,
I felt as if every one could see right up it. After a few days of
wearing the same thing or similar on stage, I kind of started acting
like a girl. Eventually, I was so confident that I started going by my
stage name in all of my classes and at home because I was not wearing
pants at any point. I even learned how to do makeup, although it was
just the basics.
"Ok, I'll get you a pair of B cup sized forms tomorrow. I want you two
to be home by midnight, any later you both are in trouble." Mom made the
turn into the driveway from the street.
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