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The following is a work of fiction, all locations, with some exceptions, and persons are fictional and do not represent any person living or dead. Yes there is a Shenandoah Valley and a Commonwealth of Virginia and a Massanutten Mountain, but nothing like this has ever been recorded at any time since 1607. Valley Girls By Juliette Lima The farm was just perfect as far as Jarod and Marta could see. A nice two-story frame with wrap around porch and gingerbread trim was sited on two hundred twenty-five acres of Shenandoah Valley hill country. The western boundary climbed the east side of Massanutten Mountain and farm was bisected by a stony creek fed by a clear flowing spring. The rocky soil was covered with an alfalfa crop, which would be salable as hay to the surrounding farms giving the new owners a taste of farm life and a place to fit in with their new surroundings. "I can't believe there can be a place this beautiful" Marta offered. "I think you are right honey, you can turn any direction not see a single thing to spoil the view." "I still can't believe the owners sold us so much and so cheap, those tractors and balers cost more than our house in Richmond, and the orchard is small but according to the county agent the previous owner did good business with the 'pick your own' crowd." "And what about the vineyard they just put in? There's fifty acres of grapevines, ten planted in Merlot, eight in Cabernet, and seven in Pinot Noir, they must have had plans for those. The brand new juice presses and vats have not been used once, and the shrink wrap is still on the instructions for the bottling equipment" "Well I feel sorry they had to leave, but I'm glad we can be here, and have the pleasure of trying our hand at being valley vintners and living the bucolic life." Jarod and Marta had stumbled upon this rural haven while completing the sale of their previous businesses. Being in their mid fifties and having all offspring out of college they had succumbed to the offers of their business partners and sold their half interests in several ventures for substantial sums, and when reinvesting the proceeds required a visit to a lawyer, had found the farm was being disposed of by its owners, a couple anxious to leave the farm and all it held. So after a quick trip to view the property and fall in love with it, they returned to the offices of Ford, Jeannette, Hitchcock, and Starr and purchased their new home. From start to finish they only used five weeks and now standing on the hillside above the house they surveyed the land and wondered what could drive a person off of such a beautiful parcel. Since the previous owners had left all of their furniture, and little of it fit the taste of either Marta or Jarod, they moved out the strange and moved in the familiar. The large barn was soon full of castoffs so a sale was proposed. When looking for a place to post a flyer Jarod stopped by the local feed and seed store and asked the prim looking woman if he could post a flyer on the bulletin board. "Certainly young man, let me get my stapler and help you." Came the reply in a voice rumbling from about knee high. "I'm Edwina Booth, and I want to welcome you to Drescher's Glen." "I'm pleased to meet you." Jarod gulped. "I'm Jarod Langebruck, my wife and I just bought the vineyard and alfalfa farm south of here and we need to sell off the furniture the previous owners left, I hope we can dispose of it all Saturday and make some room in our barn. Excuse me Miss? Booth, but you aren't dressed like any other person I've met in a feed store before. No offense but until you spoke I was sure you were the local church's star soprano." "Not since I was twelve, but I do cover the bass parts. If you can stay awhile the wife and I will explain my getup and help you get oriented, is your wife around?" "Yes she went over to the beauty shop to see if one of our flyers could be posted there." "Great that's my wife's place and she has a better coffee maker than I do so let's go consume caffeine and have a chat." He turned back to the door and yelled "Daniella, watch the store while I go talk to Myra and Mr. Langebruck's wife." Jarod gaped as a tall thin blond came from the storeroom tottering on six-inch stiletto heels, wearing a tan miniskirt and green shell blouse. "Sure thing Edie, hey I just about have these heels down, oh hi there you just bought the Kurtz's place, I'm pleased to meet you I'm Daniella Boone." "This is Jarod, Daniella, maybe we can talk more tonight at the class and rehearsal, if he joins up. Now let's get across the street." The walk was short and upon entering the salon Jarod spotted Marta seated at a table at the back of the room speaking to a very attractive mature woman dressed in a tailored suit in burgundy shantung silk, with a lilac blouse. The woman turned at the sound of the door closing, and called out "I just called the store, and Daniella told me you were headed over, so I have your coffee poured and ready, Edie." As she spoke she rose and turned to Jarod and extended her hand. "I'm Myra Booth, I see you've met Edie, come sit down and let us tell you why the town of Drescher's Glen is different from the rest of the Shenandoah Valley." Virginia History-A short version. Myra and Edwina took turns spinning the tale, which consumed the rest of the afternoon, and two more pots of Hazelnut French Vanilla coffee. In due course the Langebrucks learned that Gustav Drescher and several related families had immigrated from the banks of the Rhein in 1732 and upon entering the port of Philadelphia had started east until they crossed the Blue Ridge just west of present day Harrisburg. Hanging a left after crossing the mountains they continued until they arrived on the east slope of a ridge in the middle of the valley. They began farming and since 1733 the little community had called itself "Drescher's Glen" in memory of its founder. In 1752 the inhabitants had fought a daylong battle with a large band of Indians, and had driven them off, thanks to the efforts of Clara Eberhardt who had perched in a tree with her father's rifle and had accounted for at least fifty of the attackers killed. Clara had been nursing the wounded that day but when the war party had flanked the defenders she and her younger sister, Polly, had climbed the tree and seeing the oncoming attack had started firing. The following year a young man came courting and not being present at the battle had scoffed at the idea of a girl of fifteen and a girl of twelve shooting so well and for so long. Clara told him she would never marry a man who could not match her shooting and when he boasted he was the best shot around she told him to meet at her Aunt Delia's house and bring his rifle and a friend to load for him. The next day at Delia's the young man was stunned when Clara and Polly told him and his friend they had to wear dresses and stays just like they had on to prove they were as good or better. The two men left and never returned, but word got around, and six months later Frederic Muhlenberg showed up at her dad's house wearing a dress and carrying two rifles, accompanied by his cousin Otto Glatenfeldter who had two bouquets of roses, two powder horns, and a bag of shot. Clara and Polly, who was now 15, were so smitten on the spot that out of twenty shots Clara made she missed eight, and Polly confessed latter she had failed to load shot in the last five tries to make sure Clara lost. For the next twenty years they celebrated the Battle and Clara's Anniversary with a daylong picnic and shooting match, with every man entered having to compete for the prize in the long skirts and rigid stays of the day, the trophy was a silver platter with a heart engraved in the middle, so a young man might say he shot well enough to win Clara's Heart. Since the battle and the wedding were on November 1 the logical thing was for there to be a big dress up party the day before, and with one thing leading to another over the years the dressing up got very competitive among the men, and the Anniversary morphed into a "Womanless Beauty Pageant and Wedding" show with ticket sales and the dinner funding the local community center. For the past fifty years the rule has been that to compete in the shooting match the men had to obtain sponsors to pledge money for every day between July 15th and November 1st that they wore women's clothes. New residents could start any time after July 15th, but those who had been resident before New Year's had to gather pledges at the Forth of July celebration. Once the pledges were tallied the man was credited for every day he spent in women's clothing with one round for the shooting match. Since it was July 25th there was still time to enter the contest Myra explained, and she added she had fifteen friends who had missed out on sponsoring a contestant, and would be glad to meet with Jarod that night, if he was of a mind to join the rest of the men in the area in the game. Marta asked "Is this a new arrival initiation stunt, I have seen Jarod dress up for Halloween so I know he's secure enough to last for a few hours, but I don't think he will last 'til November 1st, not all day everyday." "No it's not a requirement at all." Edie added. "All the men around here got into the idea of competing for the trophy, there are names on that platter going back to the 18th century, the town has produced the finest shots to live, we have our share of sons that left here and served in every armed conflict since the French and Indian War and some never came back. Can't say for sure but one of the boys from here was at Spotsylvania County when General Sedgewick learned about what could and couldn't be hit. We do this to commemorate a famous forbear, if a man finds his wife worth the trouble Frederic Muhlenberg took to win Clara, he sure will put more effort into keeping her. I know this may look strange, but if you'll give it a try for just ninety-one days, you will see a difference in your marriage." "Oh I'm sure I'll see a difference in Marta, if I traipse around in dresses, I just don't know about how well I can shoot, it's been a long time since I held a rifle, and I was a so-so shot then. Besides I only have an old bolt action 30-30 and it only has iron sights. I imagine I need a new rifle and scope." "No sir, we use the same rifle every man. We bought a seven-millimeter magnum, actually bought ten of them for the town shooting range. Every person in town is allowed to use those rifles for practice at the range over the hill to the north. The one chosen for the contest will be checked out by the club gunsmith and the stock has an adjustable butt with a pneumatic recoil absorber so no body gets a big purple bruise that shows through his finery at the wedding the next day." "A bruise?" Marta asked, "How do you get a bruise shooting a rifle?" Myra jumped in by adding "Dear that rifle is more than capable of hitting a target over 700 meters away, and one extra special target in the contest is at 1000 meters, which by the way was one of the shots Clara made with her father's rifle, it was measured by a surveyor shortly after the battle while the Indian's blood was still marking the ground, we can show you the spot where the brave fell, and where the tree still stands if you care to measure the distance. So the recoil of the rifle is sharp enough to raise a bruise after only two or three shots, the men shoot anywhere from 50 to 101 rounds so imagine the beating their shoulder takes, and the ladies that make the gowns for the wedding celebration just love to use sheer fabrics like voile and open work laces. So big purple bruises have to be avoided." "How many hit that 1000 meter target?" Jarod asked. "Every damn one that places in the top ten has hit the target, and the groom has rung the bell five out of five times every year for the past five years." "Well I would certainly like to take lessons from the groom if I'm going to join in." Jarod replied. "Sure thing Jarod, we can start this evening if your missus has no objections, and Myra and her ladies get done with you by the time our classes start." "What kind of classes do you have?" Marta asked. "Well we do basic safety for first time competitors, makeup and movement, those with some semblance of a voice can work on vocal technique. Also we go over the script for the wedding show, and make sure competition stays fun for all. Look this is not a situation where we try to humiliate the newest guy or make him look like a fool in front of the whole town. Everybody in town is comfortable in his or her own skin and the celebration just grew into its current form over time. Now if you want to meet with your sponsors in time to make the meeting, go in the back room with the pink door and take off every stitch of clothes, put your wallet and keys and such in the pink and yellow basket, put your pants, skivvies, shoes and socks in the pink shopping bag, then get into the robe that's hanging on the coat rack, and bring the basket and bag out here." Marta began to giggle at the thought of her husband complying, but Myra shushed her by telling her to go to the other room opposite the one with the pink door, and do exactly the same thing. "If you expect your husband to bear up under the experience you have to share the experience." A few minutes passed before the couple moved toward the rooms, but shortly afterward they re-emerged baskets and bags in hand. Edie relieved them of the bags and baskets and left the salon. Marta and Jarod watched him carry the baskets to the center of the intersection and place the baskets upon a short brick pillar set amid the crossroads. He then took the two bags to the feed store. Myra broke the silence "You can leave anytime just take off the robes and walk over to the stele and get your keys and stuff. Now Marta you go over to Karen's station so she can start on you, Jarod you come with me. Susie, please call Josie Earp and tell her to call her friends together for a sponsor's meeting. " With that the crew at Myra's salon fell to work on the Langebrucks tweezing followed waxing, and shampooing followed tweezing, Jarod tried to gut out the waxing but by the time the last splash of hot wax had been pulled from him he was gasping aloud and only the loud playing radio in the waiting room and her own loud yelps, kept Marta from hearing his wails. While the hair removal went forward the manicurists did first Marta's and then Jarod's fingernails, and while they sat under dryers the pedicures took place, just before comb outs happened Myra used her high power xenon flash to obliterate Jarod's beard, and applied makeup quite tastefully. As Susie combed out Jarod's newly extended and tinted locks, Myra oversaw Karen's makeover of Marta's face. Myra returned to Jarod and approving his hairdo handed him a white lace trimmed garter belt, beige seamed stockings, a pair of white satin panties, and white patent leather pumps. With Susie and Myra helping Jarod donned the lingerie and stockings and slipped the pumps on his feet. Myra then pulled the robe off his shoulders leaving him standing in just the panties and garter belt. Susie approached with a white brasserie, which he allowed to be slipped up his arms, and hooked in back. He noted the cups were judiciously padded to give him some shape. Myra led him to a door and told him to enter the dark closet and turn to his left, and stay very quiet. He waited for about a minute in the dark and then heard a door to his right open and heard Myra say " Step up, and turn to your right and stay quiet." Jarod could feel the presence of the other person and was about to speak when the doors in front of him opened and he and Marta were propelled forward on the little dais into the salon waiting room into the presence of fifteen mature women seated in a semicircle around the dais. They stood stunned, dressed in identical lingerie, and with identical hairdos. The very grandmotherly woman at the left of the couple asked softly. "Are you the couple seeking sponsors? If so will the young man please say Yes Ma'am I am" "Yes Ma'am I am" replied Jarod. "Then bring the paddle on the floor between you to me so I may sign it." Jarod complied and the sweet old lady said after she signed the paddle "Please bend over I need to blot this ink." Trembling at the thought of what she was about to do Jarod bent over and tensed as she drew back the paddle only to involuntarily laugh as she patted his bottom lightly with the board. "Please stand and return the paddle to the dais dear, I'm Clara Schumann I'll be your sponsor. Young lady does your husband have your permission to compete in this year's contest? Is so please say yes Ma'am he does." Marta Murmured "Yes ma'am he does. " Mrs. Schumann replied "Please pick up the paddle and bring it here dear." Myra fetched the paddle and brought it to the elder lady, and was told "Please initial my signature there. And then give me the paddle to blot the ink." Myra inked the proper place and bent over when done and was patted on her bottom as Jarod had been. Then she returned the paddle to its place on the dais. This procedure repeated fourteen more times, as each woman asked her question, signed the paddle, patted first Jarod, then Marta, and had them return to the dais. Finally the ladies broke into polite applause and brought out matching slips and dresses for the couple. Clara then announced that for the duration and in any future contests Jarod would be addressed as Jeri. She then produced a gold pin, which spelled out the new name and pinned it upon Jeri's bodice. The last task was to jointly walk to the stele in the crossroads and retrieve the baskets containing keys and wallets, as they proceeded to the center of the intersection all the town stood on the corners and applauded the couple, and the few cars parked nearby had their horns blown. When they returned to the salon Marta and Jeri were presented with matching handbags and the man's wallet Jeri had carried was replaced with a more ladylike one. Then the couple was separated as Jeri went to join the men's gathering above the feed store and Marta went to the community center with the sponsors. Jeri Meets the Membership of the Drescher's Glen Shooting Sports Association. Edie lead Jeri across the street to the feed store and up the side stairs to a door labeled "Drescher's Glen Shooting Sports Association' Established 1753 AD. Upon Jeri's entrance the assembled group rose to their feet and applauded. Jeri was ushered to a seat in the front row and when the applause ceased he was handed a microphone and aided in ascending a small box and directed to introduce himself. He related all that had brought him to the town, and also how the chance meeting in the feed store had put him in the contest. He also added the yard sale was still going on One of the men, Elle Krause, asked "How do you think you'll do in the shooting match?" "I was a so-so shot as a boy and managed to learn to do better thanks to good instruction from the Army" Jeri replied. "Well the 7 millimeter magnum will pack a punch. You can reach out and touch somebody's heart right forcefully though. But we will be shooting offhand from a tree, in 18th century stays and dresses, so a new dynamic will be in play." Elle continued. Krause told Jeri there were several songs that were traditional parts of the pageant that he was sure Jeri could acquit himself quite well with and he would have the arrangements ready for him the next meeting. Jeri was shown to the dance instructor next and the testing was pleasant but Jeri had stated at the outset he was not a really great dancer. Salome (AKA Solomon) Fischer told him that practice was all he needed, "besides Jeri even Fred Astaire felt he was in constant need of practice." Salome added. After the individual meetings the group reassembled for the mass walk to the community center where all men rejoined their wives. It was quite a sight to behold with fifty couples all in dresses, and with each husband and wife in identical outfits. Jeri found Marta and they joined the line for the buffet. Marta filled Jeri in on how her meeting went, and told him she was sure the whole town would be at the farm Saturday morning for the yard sale. Jeri allowed as how that was a real possibility since all the men had stated their intent to appear. "We have fittings scheduled tomorrow at Mrs. Schumann's home, she and the other ladies are making both of us a new wardrobe. I don't know how I will like being dressed exactly like you for the next three months." Marta added. "Probably you'll be more comfortable than I am." Jeri replied. "How are your feet holding up?" "They are beginning to be a bit of trouble, I don't as a general rule wear 31/2 inch heels." "Miss Clara had a hanger-bag of outfits for us and low heels and sandals to fit both. We will have matching clothes for the next three months, and we get to help make our own clothes Thursday night when we meet with our sponsors group. The whole group is going to make a bridal gown, a bride's maid gown, and shooting uniforms for all of us, it seems we will preserve the fashions of 1752 by having all sponsors and spouses dressed in period dresses. How do you think you'll do in the shooting match?" "I was a so-so shot as a boy and managed to learn to do better in the army, but that was with the M-1, M-14 and M-16, we're going to be using 7MM Magnum rifles and as Myra stated they pack a punch. You can reach out and touch somebody's heart right forcefully though. But we will be shooting offhand from a tree, in a dress, after walking the mile uphill, and climbing the darn tree. Not dying from a heart attack is first priority." "Oh the town community center has a fitness center and we have an appointment for tomorrow to get an assessment from the town personal trainer. Seems the folks around here have a healthy attitude toward getting everything right the first time, not waiting for something to break and then fix it." "Well Miss Marta I would suggest we make tracks back to the farm and get a good night's sleep." "Is sleep all you want? I was advised by our sponsors to be certain you got plenty of "manhood affirming behavior" while you wore women's clothing, does anything feel a-firming?" "I feel quite a-firmed, in fact darn near rigid." "Well let's go get the tension relaxed. I've said my good nights do you need to speak to anyone?" "Nope, I'll see Edie tomorrow anyway." The couple left the community center and made their way to the pickup truck they had left home in that morning. Jeri found climbing in a revealing experience as his overly high step caused an upward slide of his hem and exposed the lace of his slip and the tops of his stockings. One of the sponsors, Ellen Ratcliffe, had accompanied the couple to the truck and was quick to advise Jeri of his less than lady-like entrance, "Jeri you will have to be more dignified entering and exiting that truck, you just showed your lingerie and nearly showed the world your panties. I know skirts are new to you but please don't reflect poorly on those of us that sponsor you, and be so indiscrete. We can take you to the wood shed and give you a reminder of just where your bottom is if you forget to keep it covered." Marta could not resist throwing out a bit of history "Oh this isn't Jeri's first time in skirts, he has dressed up as a woman every Halloween since we were married. Will you really take him to the wood shed? I'd like to see that happen." Miss Ellen looked quizzically at Jeri and asked "Is that true dear have you worn women's clothes regularly for several years?" "Yes Miss Ellen, I'm sorry to have been so inept, I have never driven this darn truck while in such a tight fitted skirt, so I forgot the laws of physics." "Well I should have you over my knee as a reminder if you have worn skirts for at least two weeks accumulated time, how long have you been married?" "Thirty six years ma'am." "Why that would amount to thirty six days of skirt wearing dear, I must insist you come with me to the wood shed and take your medicine like a proper lady. Is thirty six days all the time you wore dresses?" "Oh no Miss Ellen he also wore dresses for several plays he was in and had a long run in Charley's Aunt, I think he's had skirts on for about eighty or eighty five days over the past thirty six years." Marta blurted out trying to add to Jeri's growing embarrassment. "Jeri go fetch the paddle from the community center and then meet me at the wood shed in back. Oh and please ask Miss Clara to join us I'll take Miss Marta with me, now quickly don't dawdle. It's best to get this out of the way and get you on the right track quickly." Jeri went in to the community center and looked around, seeing Miss Clara he approached and asked her about the paddle's whereabouts. "Oh my dear, have you done something untoward and gauche?" Miss Clara asked. "I was sloppy when I mounted my truck and showed a lot of petticoat lace and my stocking tops, so Miss Ellen is taking me to the wood shed, much to my embarrassment and Marta's amusement." "Oh dear I'm afraid the embarrassment is just not going to stop tonight the paddles are hung up in the rafters of the community center and the only way to reach them is to climb the penalty ladder and make your way to your paddle along the walk of shame." "Oh rats, where's the penalty ladder?" "Out front where everybody can see up your skirt." "I suppose the paddle and walk of shame is out in the open too." "Oh of course dear it does no good to let the men hide from sight when the penalty is invoked." "Shall we go find this ladder, and then you and I shall go to the wood shed to meet Miss Ellen." "Certainly dear, now don't rush through the climb or the walk, we don't want any bad falls." "No Ma'am we don't." Jeri accompanied Miss Clara to the front of the community center where a set of irregular steps led up to a pair of boards set two feet apart. The steps were set so that each one caused Jeri's skirt to climb as he ascended so that he had his white panties on display after the second step. His ascent to the boards hiked his skirt, and his traverse of the two boards kept his skirts up and his panties on display. He had to search for the paddle among the numerous ones hung there, and when he found it he had to fetch the paddle and make the same traverse and descend to the ground. On the ground he started to pull his skirt down, but was stopped, and so had to walk to the wood shed, a small slat walled structure where he saw two silhouettes waiting. Upon entering he approached Miss Ellen and offered her the paddle. She took the paddle from him and seated herself upon a straight back chair. She then announced " Jeri Langebruck you have committed an unladylike behavior after wearing women's clothing for more than seven days. Since the rules require corporal punishment for this action have you brought the sponsor paddle to me?" "Yes Ma'am I have." Clara added, "I observed his retrieval of the paddle." "Good. Marta Langebruck raise your skirts and lie across my lap." Marta sputtered "Me what did I do? I didn't show my slip." "Jeri has suffered the shame of public exposure, you will endure the paddle strokes, since husbands and wives are one flesh it is equitable that they share in all of life." Marta started to protest more but complied with the order, and after raising her skirt, soon felt sixty sharp swats impact her posterior. After the spanking Jeri was sent to return the paddle, a much more uncomfortable experience as the front of his panties showed his rather ample erection and the continued exposure made the embarrassment even more acute. Upon his return to the ground he and Marta were sent to retrieve their purses from the town center stele with skirts still raised. When at last at their pickup Clara and Ellen told them the spanking rules. A husband who exposed his slip or panties earned a climb and spanking for his wife. A wife would make the climb for the paddle if she exposed her panties or made a similar faux pas and her husband would endure the spanks. The spanks are set by the number of days a man has worn women's clothes with sixty being the absolute maximum. "If I had kept my mouth shut how many would I have gotten tonight?" Marta asked. "Only five dear, that's why we make it look like the husband is getting the spanks at first, wives just have to spout off to make matters worse because they think they are going to see their husband get spanked for showing his panties. Now Jeri don't go showing your rear just to get Marta spanked, we can deal with that quite severely, and we will. Now run along and get a good night's sleep, we'll see you for lunch and a sewing session tomorrow at eleven at Clara's. Good night." The ride home was quiet except for Marta's occasional gasp from the bumps in the country road. Once home the couple removed each other's clothing and Jeri rubbed body lotion into Marta's still pink buttocks. The massage escalated to more fevered grasping and other areas received the attention of Jeri's hands and mouth, soon they coupled in the age old horizontal dance of passion, that ended in the blissful moment of explosion. The early rays of dawn revealed two nude bodies formed into the beast of two backs, soundly sleeping the childlike sleep of the innocent. The ninety plus days that followed were filled with fittings and sewing, rehearsing and practicing in the dance studio and on the firing range. Neither Marta nor Jeri caused a return to the woodshed and the yard sale removed all of the former owners' strange belongings from the peaceful lives. In late October a new couple moved to town, the Landers, he was a young handsome man and his strikingly beautiful wife made quite a stir in town. They moved in to the farm next to the Langebruck's and were quite friendly. They had arrived too late for Jim to joint the festivities but after hearing the Langebrucks tell of their story were quite sure they would take part next year. When Cindy told how she had caused Jim to spend ten summers in their home town's "Womanless Wedding" Marta laughed to herself at the thought of Cindy over someone's knee because she surely would not keep Jim's secret from the others. The pageant was a rollicking good time, the men had rehearsed several choral numbers and each man had a solo number as well as individual dance numbers. Interspersed with the performances were evening gown, swimsuit and interviews for poise and demeanor. Finally the votes were tallied and to Jeri's surprise he was named winner of the pageant and would be this year's bride if he did not win the shooting match, should he win the shooting match the first runner up Edie Booth would be the bride. Edie congratulated Jeri and told him he looked forward to having him as his bride. Jeri allowed as how that was a real possibility, but also told Edie to not be over confident. The following day the shooting competition was held, and dressed in matching dresses each man and wife walked through town accompanied by their sponsors. As the last entry Jeri was the last to shoot, and having only ninety-one rounds would have a very difficult hole to climb out of. The competition had ten popup targets at one hundred meters, these were reaction targets the knocking down of one raised a new one the session continued until all ten targets had been shot ten times. The maximum points to be gained was one point for each hit times the number of targets, or one hundred points. The next twenty targets were progressive knock down targets that only fell if hit in the ten ring, an area from the head to the diaphragm area and extending a heads width down the center of the man-shaped target, all targets had to be shot and only fell when hit severely enough to be dead. Hits out side the ten ring cost two points, ten ring hits added ten points, total score was points total times targets killed, maximum was two hundred points, but multiple shots off the ten ring would expend rounds and cost points. These targets also ranged from three hundred to one hundred fifty meters in distance. As soon as these targets were all down, or the shooter was down to twenty rounds, the targets changed to moving targets traversing the range only a solid kill shot knocked down the target, and there were twenty total targets, knockdowns scored twenty points hits without a knockdown scored minus 1 point. Targets let go by were not repeated and the multiplier was only targets hit. At five rounds remaining the target switched to the thousand-meter target. A silhouette of a standing Indian with a white breastplate of beads and white, red, and black war paint face stood atop a hill. A kill shot in the painted area scored fifty points a body wound scored ten. The Clara's Master shot scored one hundred points; this was a shot to the polished silver bell suspended in the crotch area of the target. To be named groom a man had to make every shot count and have as many rounds as possible available for the thousand-meter target. Jeri checked the score board and saw Edie had, as expected, shot almost perfectly putting one round in each target before the thousand meter one and had had fifty seven rounds available at the thousand meter session. Edie had placed thirty shots in the body and seventeen in the painted zone. The remaining ten had been sent toward the bell but had gone low and hit air between the legs. The tiebreaker would be points per round average times percent of rounds on target. Jeri climbed the historic oak to its top and drew up the rifle and his ninety-two rounds. Once ready he called out to the range master "Ready on the firing line." And the targets began to appear. Jeri made haste quite slowly and placed a single round solidly in the kill zone on every one of the first fifty targets, and joined a small group of men to do the same. Now with forty two rounds he observed the thousand meter target, and deliberately and slowly fired placing his first eighteen rounds in a small fist sized group over the target's heart area. Lowering his aim he compensated for the slight left to right breeze and sent up a shower of splinters from the right leg of the target. Adjusting he fired and saw a clear miss, low and left. Adjusting again he fired and saw the range master mark the hit just left of the first hit. As the count dropped from twenty- four rounds to one round left Jeri scored fifteen more hits and had only one hundred points separating him from Edie. Taking the deep breath Jeri held steady and just at the point between beats of his heart completed the squeeze of the trigger, and the whole town heard the clear ring of the bell. Jeri had the exact same score as Edie. The scorers conferred and computed and as Jeri descended the tree the decision was arrived at. When the scores were posted Edie walked over to make his congratulations, and told Jeri "It is sure nice to have a pretty bride who is an excellent shot." Miss Clara patted Edie on the arm and tutted, "Now Edie I would not class you as a really pretty bride, you're not a homely one mind, but there have been prettier brides than you." "What are you saying Clara? I shot the same score as Jeri. He won the beauty pageant and will be a very pretty bride." "Now dear don't fret, you did well, but Jeri's efficiency and points per round product is sixteen point three seven yours is only thirteen point nine eight, you tied but he won the tie breaker. Now turn around dear I need to collect my swatch for the bride's quilt. And don't fret so there's no shame in being Best Man, after all you are placing in the top ten." Edie sputtered some more but soon was missing the seat of his skirt and petticoat. In due course all the men's skirts and those of their wives and sponsors were similarly cut, with Jeri's sponsors collecting the swatches into a wicker basket. The "Clara's Heart" trophy was presented to Jeri and he received a small replica to keep at home. Over the winter the swatches cut from each skirt seat would be sewn into as many quilts as possible and sold to raise funds for civic projects. As soon as the trophies had been awarded for the top ten spots, the men were whisked away to the dressing rooms of the community center and quickly shorn of their long locks and returned to men's clothing. When they returned to those assembled they joined their wives and were escorted to the "Rehearsal Dinner" where the cast of the "wedding" were arrayed upon the raised dais. Jarod met his "bride-to-be" the lovely Daniella Boone who had been second runner up in the pageant and hand been in tenth place until Jarod fired his last shot. Each couple performed the previously rehearsed roles, and it became clear why every man had learned every part. After the dinner the men still in dresses went with their wives to celebrate the "Bachelorette Party" while the newly re-masculated men had a "Bachelor Party" albeit with their wives in attendance. The wives took the opportunity to dress up as hookers and the party while looking wild to the uninformed outsider, was actually a mild affair with each man returning home after partying with his own wife. The next day was more festive with more and more visitors driving in as the day progressed and at six PM the ceremony started with a procession to the community center, several solo and duet performances, and a reenactment of the age old marriage ceremony. By nine PM the visitors had finally left and the townsfolk had finished cleaning up. As the citizens of Drescher's Glen made their way home an early snowfall began to dust the hills about the town.