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Kindred Spirits - Chapter 2
06/22/05
Stepping Out (continued from Chapter One)
Mike turned the door knob and opened the front door all the way, as if to
present me to the world. From my toes squished inside my kiwi colored Keds
all the way up to the top of the bun in my hair, I was shaking like jelly.
I could feel my heart pounding. I nervously glanced out, and everything
seemed normal. The sky was a pretty azure blue. There were some puffy
white clouds above the apartment building across the street. The leaves on
the trees were still a deep, vivid green. Three kids were walking down the
sidewalk across the street towards the park. It looked like Mrs. Hopper
had weeded her flower garden next door. Everything seems normal.
But how could it be normal when I'm anything but normal! I'm in my wife's
body! I turned to Suzan/Mike, and looked up into his deep green eyes,
shaking even more.
The last 90 minutes had been a whirlwind of womanhood. Susan, in my body,
had whisked me into the shower and told me to wash my hair and shave my
legs. My wisecracks opened a friendly discussion between us over which was
easier, shaving your legs in the shower or shaving them while in the tub.
I have, or rather had, no experience either way, but since I've always
taken showers I figured it was easier. This got me one of those looks. You
know, tilt the head sideways with the head down, a hard stare, and one
hand on the hip for effect. She's telling me I'm a woman now, and should
know better. I guess that I have to practice that look...
Mike showed me how to dry my hair, make an easy bun, and put on my make-
up. I then had to wash it off and do it myself again so I could understand
the basics. Since most of the day was to be running around, just a light
touch of eye shadow, some blush, and lip gloss was needed. Then came the
yoga outfit; with a cute orange sports bra, cotton panties, black stretch
pants that stop around the knee, matching T-shirt and the Keds. While
dressing I got an update on her friends. Who is doing what. Where their
kids are in school and a quick summary of the problems they were having
with their husbands. She handed me my gym bag, we walked to the front
door, and I froze.
Mark sensed my hesitation, gently placed his hand on my waist, and looked
deep into my eyes. "There are lots of people who like to dress like women.
I'm sure more than you realize. Once you get the hang of it it's pretty
easy to slip into a bra, panties and something cute. But just wearing the
clothes doesn't make you a woman. You are currently blessed by being
inside my body, which I work long and hard at keeping healthy, fit, and
attractive. There is no one in this city that could look at you and have
even the most remote thought that you are a man. But being a woman is
much, much more than just the clothes and the body, it's also a state of
mind. Just take a deep breath, relax, and pretend you are me. You watch me
enough, so you should know most of it pretty well!"
He finished and then squeezed my side, as if to gently nudge me forward. I
take a tentative step out the door and stop. Nothing! No lighting strikes
me. No rocks hurdle down the street. No bricks fall from the roof to
prevent me from leaving! I tentatively look around and take another step.
Again, nothing happens. I glance back at Mark. He still seems to tower
over me, and starts smiling at me with encouragement. He bends down and
whispers in my ear, "Everyone we know is going to look at you and think
Susan. Just relax! You are you! Enjoy this! I certainly am" and he smile
turns into a grin.
I take a deep breath, deciding he is right. I slowly move down the steps,
feeling my hips move much differently, and turn right down the street with
Mark holding my hand. In some ways it was just like walking down the
street any day, or even yesterday, except I'm now much shorter and I can
truly perceive the differences. The things I could see before and other
things, like the cute red flowers on Mrs. Hopper's front porch, I can only
see the top of now. My stride is different too. It's hard to keep up with
Mark, and my boobs are bouncing as I walk at this brisk pace. These are
going to take a little getting used to! I finally realize that there is a
knack here. Keep the stride short, kind of sway the hips and my boobs
don't seem to bounce as much!
As we come up to the little grocery shop at the corner, I notice the usual
gaggle of teenagers milling around outside the entrance. As Mark they had
never bothered me in the past. I was always older and bigger. Now I'm just
older, and eventually have changed from a person who commands some level
of respect to an object of leers and dirty thoughts. I feel myself getting
very uncomfortable and very vulnerable under their glances. Mark must be
feeling my heart beat faster and tightens the grip on my hand, protecting
me like I have done to her for all these years. As I glance up at him
again, which feels quite reassuring right now.
We cross the street and leave the teens behind, walking under the
beautiful ash trees that have been here for years. These two blocks are
filed with wonderfully old and beautiful homes with impeccable
landscaping. We also pass three different men. Each of them size us up as
we walk towards each other on the sidewalk, and all three of them
eventually stare at my breasts as they pass us! What is going on here? Is
every male in Chicago a pervert? For years I knew Susan was very pretty,
but they shouldn't be staring at my breasts constantly!
We eventually turn left onto North Avenue and walk the half block to the
studio. This is a very old brown brick building that evidently used to be
one of the original car dealerships in town. There are two large showroom
type windows on the left side of the building, where I can see everyone
getting ready for the class. We turn into the old service entrance, with a
kind of 1910 style brick portico and expansive ornate blocks of granite in
the walls. The owner has filled this parking area with dozens of pots and
planters of every size and description, forming a riot of colors and
scents amid the brown brick. The scents seem much stronger than I can ever
remember, and we walk through the large wood and glass door into the
classroom.
Mark leans down and kisses me on the cheek and whispers, "Just act like
you have seen me act. Say Hi, give Suzy a hug, ask her how her love life
is going, and start stretching out!" He does make it sound so easy!
Margaret, the instructor, is at the far side of the room having an
animated conversation with a tall, dark haired, very muscular guy. My eyes
are just starting to drop down to gaze at his bottom when Suzy runs over,
wraps her arms around me and giggles. "Doesn't he just have the tightest
ass?"
"SUZY!" comes out of my mouth before I even think about it, and I put my
fingers against my lips like I'm surprised! We both start giggling at each
other like two high school girls. I glance up and Mark just smiles at me
and rolls his eyes. It's amazing! My body and reactions just seem to be
going on auto-pilot! Mark must have sensed that too. He pulls me closer to
him with my hand and kisses me long on the lips. "I'm going to shoot some
hoops with the guys.... Meet you back at the house later?" Before I can
protest, he slips out the door. Suzy grabs my hand and leads me over to
where she has placed her mat on the floor. I glance over my shoulder and
out the window at him... My mind is spinning between ?He is s so cute! and
?he promised not to leave me!' She pulls me back to reality. "You will
never convince anyone you're married if you keep kissing him like that!"
she teases.
The Stretch
I grab a mat and arrange it on the floor next to Suzy. My cute little Keds
go next to my bag, and then I'm on the floor, wondering what to do next.
My eyes wonder back to the muscular guy, who can't seem to talk his eyes
off of Margaret. The thought pops into my head that the two of them in bed
would probably be a performance you could sell tickets to. The brute force
vs. the passionate yoga master! He does have a firm butt... The girl
ahead of me starts stretching her legs out, so I start to copy her
movements. Suzy starts in about Cathy Henderson and how it looks like she
has had a boob job and is now flaunting it, but is still denying anything
happened.
As I start stretching, I'm absolutely amazed at how much flexibility Susan
has in her body! These are moves that I as Mark could never accomplish. My
back, legs, even the elbows seem to glide and move so easily, it's
absolutely amazing. I start thinking about Mark again and different ways I
could wrap my arms around him, when I realize that Suzy is eyeing me
curiously. I give her a questioning look. "Susan", she whispers, "Is
everything all right? You haven't said 10 words since Mark left!"
I looked right in her eyes, and could see the concern. "Oh Suzy! Mark and
I had this really deep conversation last night. We were talking about your
soul, how we thought that it worked, what it does, and how it can travel!
I just can't seem to get it out of my head!"
"Well girlfriend! You had better get your head clear for yoga, or you're
going to end up looking like a pretzel!"
We both laughed at that, and I was about to ask her about her love life,
like Mark suggested, when Margaret interrupted.
"OK ladies; let's start with some warm-up stretches and then the Moving
Cat Seal. Remember, let's start this gently and synchronize your breath
and movement!"
Evidently Margaret's hunk had left while I was stretching. Probably
better, it will make it easier to concentrate!
"Elizabeth, make sure that you roll your back more, and exhale properly!"
Suzy and I looked at each other and I kind of rolled my eyes, which
brought a nod to her head.
We then do the Shoulder Opener, then something Margaret calls the Downward
Dog, and then work into the Sun Breath. I'm amazed! This body is starting
to really feel good! I could feel my muscles start to loosen up, and I
fell so much more flexibility than I did in my old body. This was a real
treat! The feeling doesn't last as we continue stretch after stretch, pose
after pose for another hour. I now have these tiny rivulets of sweat
dripping down between my breasts, my sports bra is moist, and I can see
the wet spot on the front of my t-shirt. I guess that I can take come
comfort in that some of the girls here look to be much sweatier than I am.
Suzy appears to be doing really well, just starting to look slightly
tired.
Finally Margaret says the magic words! "Very good ladies! Let's have
everyone lie very quietly in savasana and cool down for 5 minutes. This
has been an excellent session!" It certainly feels good to relax he mind
and body as I cool down.
We then sit up, bow and say "Namaste" to Margaret. Suzy taps me on the
shoulder. "This was a tough session."
"It felt good though." I pause for a second. "This should put us in great
shape for some serious shopping this afternoon!"
"I really need a shower first though! You mind if I take one at your place
before I change?"
"After this workout? I insist!" and start to laugh. She laughs too and
starts to collect her things. We walk out together and head back to my
townhouse. The scattered clouds have given way to a brilliant blue sky,
and it's starting to get warmer.
Suzy is quiet for a moment, so I take advantage of this and ask "so just
how is your love life going? I'm just dying to hear the details!"
She brightens up immediately. "Mathew actually called me again this
morning before I left to come over here! He is so good looking, and has
such a deep sexy voice on the phone; it makes me all wet just thinking
about him!"
I just laugh and shake my head at her.
"So any way, it turns out that his niece from Libertyville is going to be
down next Saturday at Navy Pier with her high school team in some
cheerleading championships, so he thought that we could make an afternoon
of it. See his niece and family, then go to dinner!"
"But isn't he the one that hadn't called you for weeks?" I asked,
recalling the rundown that Mark had given me.
"I know! I was so pissed at that too! When he first called, he started
asking me how I was, and how things are going. I didn't know if I should
bring it up or not. I mean, I didn't want to sound like I was upset or
anything, but I guess that I didn't say anything for a moment, which
turned out to be good. He's in product marketing, and he said that they
had some emergency at their corporate office. They had him on a plane to
London in 4 hours with some other guys, and had to stay there for weeks,
working 12 hour days. He just got back Tuesday and has been pretty much
asleep since then, trying to recover."
"So do you believe him?"
"It kind of sounds on the level. He sounded sincere and apologized. He
said that he didn't get to any sight seeing at all, but did manage to pick
up a couple of things for me at the duty free shops at Heathrow, which I
guess is the airport there. Something about a little replica of the London
Eye, whatever that is?"
I laughed at her. "At least I'm slightly more international than you are
at the moment!"
This got me a dirty look and a "What?" from her.
"The London Eye" I explained "Is this gigantic type of Ferris wheel they
built on the edge of the Thames River that goes through London. They built
it for the year 2000 celebration, and you are supposed to be able to see
all of London from it! You know, I really think that him feeling guilty
and bringing you presents is a good sign!"
Suzy still looked worried.
"Is there anything he said that didn't sound sincere?"
"I don't think so..."
"Anything that didn't sound right?"
"Not that I remember..."
"Anything else stand out from the conversation?"
"He told me that he's really sorry he wasn't able to give me a call, but
with the insane hours and the time zone difference it never worked. He did
say he really missed talking to me thought..." she said hopefully.
"Suzy, you are one smart woman and you have an intuition that puts mine to
shame at times! Why don't you try assuming he is being honest with you for
a moment and go out with him. At least you will have the chance to talk
with him more and see if his story lines up, plus some of his family will
be there, which is a good sign that he is serious. At the best you and he
will talk more, and could end up even closer together for this."
She looked at me and I could see the indecision on her face.
"At the worst," I continued. "You dress to the nines, have a really nice
dinner with a handsome hunk, give every man at the restaurant a hard on,
and have dozens of women all over Chicago hating you!"
This brought the smile back to her face, and I could tell that she did
like that idea.
"So enough about me Susan. How are you and Mark doing? Is he still
treating you good?"
"You know love..." I said while sounding serious. "It starts when you sink
into his arms, and ends up with your arms in his sink."
Suzy shot me this worried look. Before she could say anything I continued
"Suzy, I'm teasing! It's great! I think that over these last few days Mark
and I have gotten closer than we ever have before!"
She rolls her eyes, laughs, and brings me back to reality and the thought
about how perfectly true my statement really was!
Bruised Butts
By this time we had just crossed the street and were walking in front of
the corner grocery store. We heard shouting from in the store, and
suddenly this tall, ragged looking guy in a dirty black trench coat bolted
out the door and started to run right over me. I screamed and promptly
fell on my butt while this oaf tripped over my legs and crashed on the
concrete next to me. Nickels, dimes, quarters and dollar bills flew up in
the air and then started falling down in clumps. The oaf spun around,
looked me square in the eye, and started screaming obscenities at me and
waving his hands. I froze, not knowing what to do and fully realizing that
I couldn't even protect myself against him. Then Karina, the manager of
the store, appeared at her door, yelling and screaming Polish invectives
and brandishing a long broom like she was going to whack him on the head.
I started watching her for a second, waiting for her to attack, when the
oaf suddenly shut up. Suzy and I flipped our heads around, and realized
that the muscular guy from the yoga studio was behind the oaf, with his
hand twisted behind him and pushing his head towards the ground.
He looked at me with a big smile, then looked over to Karina and asked her
to call the police. She smiled and nodded approvingly, and told us that
they were already on their way. Three minutes later the oaf was handcuffed
in the back of the police car and we were safe. Mr. Muscles introduced
himself as Jorge, a friend of Margaret's, and helped me up with another
big smile, and as I was giving a statement to the police, went in the
store and bought Suzy and I sodas to help us calm down. I kept noticing
him giving me the up/down, slowly letting his eyes drop from my eyes to my
toes and back, before I finished with the nice officer. Jorge them gave me
his card, asking me to call him if we (translated me) needed anything at
all or just wanted to talk about what happened. I must admit, when he put
his strong hand on my shoulder to "make sure that I was OK" as we were
starting to turn and walk back to the townhouse, I felt my knees go a
little week and those juices started to flow. Suzy quickly spun me around
and got me going again in just the nick of time. After a couple of steps,
she looked at me quizzically to make sure that I was really OK. I rolled
my eyes, put my hand on my upper chest, took a deep breath, and felt my
whole body still quivering at his touch. She just laughed and kept me from
turning around. I could tell that she had been waiting for Jorge to take
we then and there, right on the sidewalk in front of everybody. And I
think she knew that I was half expecting it, and maybe even wanting it!
We slowly made it to the front door of my townhouse, I opened my gym bag
and rummaged for the keys, unlocked the door, and Suzy and I collapsed on
the couch. We just sat there for almost 30 minutes, laughing at ourselves
and what had happened and reliving it over and over.
I realized that I had been "out" almost two hours, almost gotten maimed in
a robbery, almost had on orgasm when Jorge had his hand on my shoulder,
and now truly appreciated just how close girlfriends can be.
Lord only knows what going to happen when we go shopping together!
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Kindred Spirits, Chapter 2, by Linda Stevens
© 2007 by Linda Stevens & Friends, All Rights Reserved.
The author requests that this story be kept whole and complete, with
proper credit and this notice included.
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