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Oh The Webs We Weave; Conclusion By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction. To understand this final installment please read the previous two chapters. Any resemblance to any person, place or thing is purely accidental. Copy write held in author's name and no replication or reproduction is allowed except for personal pleasure. Pay site or other republication for payment is strictly forbidden without author's consent. [email protected] Oh The Webs We Weave; Conclusion Carol woke the next morning with a hangover and feeling very sore where Hillary had penetrated him the night before. As the memories flooded back into his aching head, Carol groaned loudly and slowly got out of bed. As he was putting on his negligee Ezzy walked in carrying a tray with his breakfast. "Miss Carol, how are you feeling this morning? I heard you had a late night and perhaps a light breakfast would be in order," she said cheerfully. "Darn it Ezzy why must you always be so cheerful in the mornings? I have a headache and I feel like someone drove a truck over me. Please just pour me a cup of tea," Carol replied. "Okay Miss Carol then I get your bath ready. Mz. Nelson wants to see you as soon as you get dressed," Ezzy told him. "What does that bitch want with me now," he mumbled as he took the offered cup of tea. "Miss Carol is that any way to talk about Mz. Nelson?" Ezzy said with a wide grin on her round face. "Oh..." Carol started to reply. "I think you maybe right. I think she is a bitch too! I don't like the way she bosses Miss B around so much lately. It's like she think she's the boss. Poor Miss B she not been feeling well and that...that Mz. Nelson bossing her so...It...It make Ezzy really really mad....Oh I am so sorry Miss Carol....I should not be saying these things," Ezzy said much to Carol's surprise. He had never heard Ezzy say anything bad about anyone before. "Ezzy that's okay. I agree but what's that you said about Auntie B? Is she really sick? Tell me everything you know or I will be really upset with you. So now tell me," Carol demanded. "She no want you to know she is not feeling well. I promised not to tell you. She doesn't want you to worry. It's her heart. The doctors they want to do a bypass but she says she is too busy. I worry about her Miss Carol," Ezzy said as she began to sniffle. Carol put down the cup of tea, his pain and headache forgotten in the moment. "Ezzy it's alright to tell me. I am worried about her just as much as you are," Carol said as he took Ezzy into his arms and hugged her. "Come on and get my bath ready while we see what we can do to get Auntie B the care that she needs," Carol said as they broke their embrace. For the first time since coming to live with her Auntie B Carol did not mind stripping naked in front of Ezzy. The fake vagina would fool Ezzy just as well as it had Hillary Carol thought. Carol even let her scrub her back as they discussed what they were going to do about Auntie B. Finished with the bath Carol sent Ezzy out to get her clothing ready for the day. In the bedroom Carol remover her negligee and pulled up a pair of bright violet panties with white daisies printed on them. A matching satin bra was followed by a starched white thin cotton long-sleeved blouse and a kaki skirt. White sling back sandals with a two inch heel completed the outfit. At the vanity Carol quickly applied a minimum amount of makeup. While Ezzy brushed his hair into a high ponytail they continued to talk but came to no conclusion about Auntie B. A few bangles for her wrist and a couple of rings for her fingers and Carol was ready to meet with Mz. Nelson. Oooo "Monday you start your first day of school at St. Elizabeth's and I will accompany you there to see that you are properly enrolled. Your school uniforms arrived and I have had Ezzy put them in your wardrobe. Here is a schedule of your courses that I had the headmistress set for you based upon my requests. Look it over and let me know if you have any questions," Mz. Nelson said. English Literature, Modern History, Business Math, Lunch, Secretarial Studies, Home Economics, and Gym were listed on the piece of paper Mz. Nelson handed to him. "Mz. Nelson this...this must me wrong! I can't get into college with these courses. I need higher math, science, and financial courses. How do you expect me to be of any help to Auntie B with....with these courses that you selected?" "Carol you are over reacting. Based on your previous school records you were not qualified to take any of the advanced courses," she smugly replied. "What are you talking about? I had an "A" average at my old school...n...n..and I took advanced math and science courses there. This...." He said pointing to the class schedule "is all wrong." "Dear didn't I tell you I had to substitute your original school records? You don't really think that we could have used your real records did you? We had to get a real girl's school records and finding a deceased person's identity that had the same name and approximately your age was not easy on such short notice. That is why I wanted you to be home schooled. Home schooling would have been much easier on all of us but you didn't like that idea, remember?" She did not wait for him to answer and continued talking, "I think that Robert did a wonderful job getting all this done so soon. This poor girl's identity that Robert obtained was killed with all her family in a tragic accident in Florida. You are now legally her with her Social Security number and everything. Unfortunately, the deceased was a traditional girl and planned on going to Secretarial school, getting married and raising a family. So you see, my dear, we had very little choice in the matter. Oh, by the way you now have a middle name. It's Marie and you are six months and nine days younger." Carol sat thunderstruck as Mz. Nelson explained the situation to him. He tried to respond but could only move his jaw up and down like a carp stranded on the shore. "Carol Marie is a pretty name for a pretty trans-gendered person, don't you think? Imagine legally being a real woman even though you haven't yet completed your transition? I'm sure that you must be thrilled to the core since your mouth is hanging open. I am so glad that we could move you along in the process so quickly. After all this is what you wanted, isn't it?" Mz. Nelson asked. Carol's mind was racing in a confused labyrinth of conflicting thoughts. On the one hand he was astonished that someone could actually take someone else's identity so easily and on the other emotionally distraught that things were getting so out of his control so quickly. He was also reminding himself what the consequences would be if he raised any serious objections to Mz. Nelson's efforts. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't. All he could do was accept that he was now Carol Marie and do as she dictated. "Well Carol, what do you think?" Mz. Nelson asked after a few minutes enjoying all the emotions playing across his face. Her words brought him back to the here and now. "I...I don't know what to say. I just find it hard to believe that you can bring the dead back like this so easily." "It really is not that hard if you know what you are doing. Since she was a minor and never had a job it was really quite easy for Robert to make a few changes to the records here and there. Here are your new school identification card, social security card, and State Driver's License," she said as she passed a brown envelope over the top of the desk. Carol rose in his seat and took the envelope. Inside were the identity cards she referred to and he emptied them into his palm. He was not surprised to see his picture on the two id's and a real social security card. He mumbled a "thanks" as he placed them in his purse. "Now for the important part and the reason for our meeting.... you are not to say anything about your school studies to your Auntie B, understand?" she said while staring him in the eyes. Seeing his confused look she amplified, "Don't do something stupid. She thinks you are a real girl and her grand niece. What are you going to tell her about all the stuff you have already learned in high school? What do you know about secretarial studies or for that matter how to properly hem a skirt? She will know from her upbringing all about sewing and the courses taken in home economics classes. She will ask detailed questions so don't mention your courses. If she should ask and I am certain she will. Change the subject to how great it is to be with other girls your age and all the fun you are having. Maybe by the time you graduate next year, you will be able to answer those questions with some knowledge. In any case, you start school tomorrow so you might want to try on your uniforms. I know how girls are when they get new clothing. Ezzy should be finished unpacking it by now. I'll see you at dinner," Mz. Nelson said as she dismissed Carol. As Carol walked out of her office Mz. Nelson's face broke out in a very bright smile. "I can hardly wait to have that conniving little bitch as my secretary once I get control of the company. After I have had my little fun I'll let Hillary take her or maybe marry her off to some dumb macho minimum wage guy. He doesn't fool me one bit. Carol wants to be a woman as much as I want to give up owning B's empire. Maybe I really should start looking for that minimum wage guy. Serve the little shit right," she thought. Ooo Monday morning and Carol looked at the clothing laid out for him to put on. They were as ridiculous looking now as they had been yesterday evening. White nylon brief style panties with a hint of lace around the waist and legs, white satin bra, white nylon half slip with scalloped lace edging the hem, white knee socks with bright forest green satin bows with four inch streamers sewn to the top center of each, black and white saddle shoes with a two inch block heel, stiffly starched white cotton long sleeved blouse with rounded collar edged in a thin band of white lace, black and forest green tartan knife pleated wool skirt exactly three inches above the center of his knee caps, forest green silk floppy neck tie and that horrible small forest green beanie styled hat that pinned to the front left side of his head. "I still can't believe that I have to wear this uniform five days a week Ezzy. It is so totally out of date and sooooo school girlish. It makes me want to puke. Why can't they wear regular clothing like everybody else," Carol complained. "Miss Carol you will look absolutely precious in that uniform. So quit complaining and don't forget just a little pink lipstick, mascara, a bit of powder and perfume. Now hurry up and get dressed or you will be late," Ezzy pronounced without any sympathy. "Alright Ezzy but I am not putting my hair into pig tails or pony tail. That I refuse to do," Carol stated as he began getting dressed. As Carol was getting ready Mz. Nelson was going over the household receipts. She noted the check she was about to write. "Emm...Drago Bustimante, the gardener's son, handsome in his own sort of rugged way. I think he just might be the one to introduce Carol into the mundane world of macho males and the blue collar life style. Think I will have to call his father into the office for a little talk about the garden while Carol entertains his son. Carol needs something to do beside wait for Hillary to come home from school," she thought as she put the check into an envelope. When Carol entered the Headmistress's Office he was surprised to see a rather large woman wearing a complete black on white nun's habit. She was in her mid to late fifties, very stern looking. She intimidated Carol immediately when she shifted her slate blue eyes to look at him as she rose ponderously from behind her desk. "Margaret it is so nice to see you again. I assume that this is Carol," the Headmistress said as she moved to kiss Mz. Nelson on the cheek. "Please have a seat while I give this young Miss a closer inspection. First things first, you do not wear your cap while inside. It is for outside wear only. Please take it off. Now turn around girl and let me have a good look at you. Not very hippy is she Margaret? Maybe she will fill out in time. Carol you go over and stand by Margaret while we get everything in order." Carol stood nervously beside Mz. Nelson while they discussed his enrollment and course schedule as if he wasn't even in the room. While they were talking he fiddled with the beret but finally decided to put it in his purse. He was not very pleased to hear about all the things he was going to be learning in home economics which included child care and all the domestic duties. What got his attention occurred when the Headmistress handed a form to Mz. Nelson that authorized the use of corporal punishment which she quickly signed. "Carol this authorization allows the school to spank or otherwise punish you should you misbehave or fail to perform in class as expected. We are a strict school but a fair one and expect our students to be their very best. I trust that you understand me when I say that I do not spare the rod when it comes to disobedience or disruptive behavior. Do you have any questions? No, then here is a copy of the school rule book. I recommend that you memorize it quickly as we do not take kindly to infractions of any rules. You are in violation of one of those rules which requires all of our young ladies to wear their hair in either a pony tail or pig tails. I will not punish you for it this time as you are new but don't let it happen again. Additionally you will curtsey whenever you meet or leave the presents of any teacher or staff member. Is that clear? Now fix your hair while I buzz for your student advisor to come and get you," the headmistress said. Carol was just finishing wrapping a rubber band around his pony tail when someone knocked on the door and entered when told. The young girl entered, performed a curtsey and came to attention near the desk. The girl was petite about Carol's age with long auburn hair in two pigtails tied off with small forest green satin ribbons at the base and ends. Her nose was freckled slightly turned up and her pink lipstick covered lips were turned up into a smile. "With that uniform and hairstyle she looks at least three years younger than she probably is. Gosh I hope I don't look that juvenile," thought Carol. "Harriett this is a new student, Carol Marie. Please take her to get her books then to class," the Headmistress instructed. Harriett performed another curtsey after saying that she would be pleased to do so and turned to face Carol. It took him a few moments to remember to curtsey and tried his best to immolate what Harriett had done. With a soft sigh of relief he accompanied her out of the office. "You better practice your curtsey. Like, I am so surprised that Headmistress allowed you to get away with that one. This place is like so friggin straight you'd think this was the dark ages. Don't you just hate these uniforms? They are like so uncool. I still can't believe my Mother sent me here. Better give me your schedule, the book store is just around the corner and don't forget to curtsey. Sister Geraldine is really strict and likes to use that ruler," Harriett said without seeming to take a breath. "Ruler?" Carol said as he pulled his schedule from his purse. "What has a ruler got to do with a curtsey?" "Carol Marie you have to be kidding me? Like you never had your knuckles rapped by a ruler before? Believe me when I say you don't want that to happen but you probably will. Most newbies find out their first day here. Oh...here we are now watch what you say and curtsey. Good morning Sister Geraldine, "she said as she curtsied in front of the Dutch door. Carol was much quicker in copying Harriett and said good morning to Sister Geraldine. Sister Geraldine was dressed in full habit and leaning on the bottom shelf of the door. A standard wooden ruler was sitting beside right her hand. She was tall and plump with pale thin lips and piercing dark brown eyes. "Good morning Harriett," she said before turning her attention to Carol. "You must be the new student. What's your name child?" Carol was flustered under the steady gaze of Sister Geraldine and without realizing it did another curtsey before stuttering, "Car...Carol Sister Geraldine." Her scrutiny made Carol want to pee his panties as he felt like she was looking right through him. Fortunately Harriett spoke up and turned her attention away. "I have Carol's schedule right here Sister. The Headmistress sent us to pick up her books and materials," Harriett said handing the piece of paper over. It did not take the Sister long to gather the necessary books and supplies up and put them in a forest green book bag with the school's emblem embroidered on the back in bright gold and pink thread. She set the bag on the door's shelf along with a piece of paper and ball point pen. "Sign here. It's a receipt for you school books and supplies. It will be your responsibility to return all your books and bag at the end of term in as good a condition as you have received them. I do not tolerate dog eared pages or any writing in your textbooks what so ever. Do you understand?" she said. Carol nodded his head and signed the receipt. As he finished signing, Sister Geraldine said stiffly, "That just will not do child. Where is the ribbon for your pony tail? Imagine trouncing around with just a rubber band in your hair. Hold out you hand young lady." Carol timidly did as instructed and quickly felt a searing pain as the ruler came down hard across his knuckles. "Now turn around while I get a ribbon for that hair. Better yet why don't I put it up in pig tails for you so that you can look just like Harriett? Just be glad that you are new here otherwise it would have been three strikes of the ruler," she said as she turned back into the room. Carol did his best to keep from crying but a tiny tear escaped out the corner of each eye. Soon Sister Geraldine had two poufy forest green chiffon bows with long satin streamers fashioned to the base of each floppy pig tail and two much smaller satin bows tied at the ends. He and Harriett performed another curtsey and quickly left the book room. Carol felt like a complete dork as he felt the two pig tail brush his cheeks as he bobbed a curtsey. Harriett was giggling softly until they were far enough away from the book room. "I am like so sorry for giggling but now you know what the ruler is for and how much it hurts." The bell rang and the halls quickly filled with girls all wearing the dreaded uniform. Unlike his old school it was relatively quite but a steady buzz of conversation could be heard over the soft rumble of moving feet. "Come on we have to get to second period class before the bell rings or we'll be punished," Harriett said as she grabbed Carol's hand and began pulling him down the hall. Ooo When Carol got into the car after school Mz. Nelson for one of the very few times since he had met her was grinning from ear to ear. "What?" Carol asked. "Nothing child but I do find your pig tails tied with those outrageous bows combined with that outfit to be amusing. I think I like your pre- teen innocent look. Maybe you should consider dressing like this at other times than for school. I am willing to bet that if Hillary saw you looking like this it would blow his mind. Don't you think? For your next date you should consider changing into plain white cotton panties and a size smaller white cotton bra. I am sure that would get him really hot for you. He will be back in two weeks you can do it then. When we get home make sure you tell your Auntie B and anyone else you see just how much you love your new school uniform. Keep it on until after dinner. Leave the ribbons just like they are and wear your hair that way from now on. I'll see that you get a special school uniform for when you go out with Hillary." Carol couldn't believe what Mz. Nelson had said. He wanted to tell her to go to hell but she held too large of a hatchet over his neck. No matter how much he hated to wear his school uniform anywhere other than at school if he rose too much of a stink she might make him wear one all the time. With tears filling his eyes he simply replied, "Please Mz. Nelson don't make me do this....I've done everything you have asked....just don't make me wear it all the time." "Carol you will do what I said or you will find yourself dressed like a little ninth grader for the foreseeable future. I might even decide to put you back into pull ups and poufy party dresses. So you had better think twice before you complain about your school uniform to anyone including Ezzy. Do I make myself clear? Fine, now dry those tears and put on a happy face we are almost there," Mz. Nelson firmly said. The next two weeks were pure drudgery for Carol. He had to wear his hair in pig tails with chiffon poufs and satin ribbons every day only changing the colors. Not only that but he had to keep his uniform on until after all his home work was completed. Ezzy gave him all kinds of grief over his changed attitude about wearing the school uniform and hair style but after a few days quit questioning him about it. Auntie B for her part thought the uniform to be juvenile but if Carol was happy so was she. They were still talking about how to get Auntie B out from under Mz. Nelson but since Carol couldn't tell Ezzy the whole truth they got nowhere closer to a solution. Mz. Nelson true to her word within two days purchased a special school uniform for his pending date plus a number of chiffon poufs in various colors with pink being the primary color. The special uniform was not that much different from his regular one from the outside at least. The blouse was almost transparent in frosted white polyester and the skirt was two inches shorter. However it came with a pair of crotch less white cotton panties with dainty pink satin ribbons woven into the hems, a white cotton bra one cup size smaller, white cotton garter belt with white satin highlights and small pink bows on the six tabs and a pair of white sheer hose that had bright pink bows attached on the outsides of the welts. In a separate box was a pair of bright pink patent leather T- bar shoes with pointed toes and a three inch block heel. Carol made sure that Ezzy did not see the lingerie and hid them in his short's drawer. He had to show the rest of the uniform to Ezzy and Auntie B while acting like it was the best gift ever. He gushed over it like it was all his Christmas and his birthday gifts all rolled into one. He almost gagged when he insisted on wearing it on his next date the Hillary to show him just how cute and precious it was. Carol did not miss it when Ezzy turned her head to the side opened her mouth and poked a finger into it making the universal sign of vomiting. He felt like a total ass but there was nothing he could do about it. Saturday morning Mz. Nelson called Carol into her office then shut and locked the door which was unusual. She walked up behind him were he was sitting in the straight backed chair and began massaging his shoulders. "Carol I know you are anxious to see Hillary. After all it has been almost a month since he was last here but I wanted to have a little chat first of my expectations. First and foremost you will be wearing your uniform, the pretty undies and I think the white chiffon ribbons. Next you will tell him that you want to eat at the drive inn instead of the restaurant and you will order a corn dog on a stick with mayonnaise and whatever drink that comes pink and bubbly. You will dip the corn dog in the mayo and eat it like you were performing oral sex. No don't say anything until I am finished. Next you will tell him to take you to this motel and ask for the honeymoon suite instead of going to see his parents. Memorize the name of the motel and address before you leave this office," she instructed while handing him a piece of paper. She moved away from him and went to sit behind her large desk before continuing, "There you will do anything and everything that Hillary asks of you. No...don't say anything yet until I finish. Should you choose not to cooperate then I have another young man I think you will enjoy dating. His name is Drago Bustimante the gardener's boy. I am sure that you have seen him around the estate. When I say that you two will become a real item and a disappointment to your Auntie B I mean that sincerely. So don't cross me on this. This little act of yours will assist me in my dealings with his father. As a reward for your good behavior I will let you out of your school uniforms as soon as you get home. Now be a good little boy/girl and repeat my instructions." Carol slowly recited her instructions to Mz. Nelson's satisfaction. Thinking furiously he said, "What about Ezzy? I can't let her see me put on that...that underwear. She would raise six kinds of hell if she sees it and she would lose all respect for me. She'd be sure to tell Auntie B. This...gardener's boy....Auntie B would never allow me to go out with him in the first place....n...n..I..." "Carol don't worry about Ezzy. I plan on her being out of the way while you get ready for your date. As far as dating Drago... believe me... your Auntie B will not find out about it until it is all over town. I'm sure that your public carousing will make the Sunday edition of the High Society Section in the very near future if you do not do what I want tonight. Believe me when I say that you will date and become very intimate with Drago if I so decide. Otherwise I will tell your Auntie B what I have suddenly discovered about you and your family. Understood? Now get out of my office and do as you are told." Ooo Sunday morning Ezzy came to wake Carol as usual with a cup of her special tea. She was surprised to see her still asleep lying on her stomach. Ezzy reached down and gently shook Carol on the shoulder noting that her hair was a tangled mess. As Carol groggily rolled over Ezzy jumped back startled as Carol hadn't removed her makeup. It was smeared all over her face and pillow. "Carol why did you go to bed without taking off your makeup? You not only look a mess but you have ruined the satin pillow case. How could you do this? You know better than that," she demanded. Carol sat up letting the cream colored satin sheet slide down his body. He felt horrible both in mind and body. He glanced over to the alarm clock and groaned seeing that it said 8:00 a.m. He didn't get to bed until almost 4:30 that morning. "Eeeerrrr I...I had a very late night last night.....Sorry Ezzy....Eeerr..I'm so tired and sore. Please don't yell at me Ezzy....please. Ju...just give me my tea..please," he managed to say with some effort. "You been drinking Miss Carol? You look horrible. You should no be drinking. You know that. You not old enough and you could have gotten into big trouble. What if Miss B find out you been drinking? You tell Ezzy all about it," Ezzy scolded him as she handed him his tea. "Oh Ezzy it was horrible but please...just let me drink my tea and get a bath. I feel as bad as I probably look. I promise to tell you all about it after I have bathed," Carol replied. "Okay but I want to know everything. You want me to help?" Ezzy said somewhat placated. "No...please ...Ezzy just make me some more tea. I will go get cleaned up by myself," Carol said as be slipped out of bed. As he slid his legs over the edge of the bed he noticed that he was just wearing the white cotton bra and the white crotchless panties. Keeping his thighs tightly pressed together hoping that Ezzy hadn't noticed grabbed his nearby negligee. He didn't put it on but used it to cover his front. Ezzy gave him a curious look but didn't say anything as he staggered into the bathroom. With a glum look on her face she reached down and picked up the makeup smeared pillow and removed the case. "I don't know what happened but it was not good," she thought as she walked out of the room carrying the pillow case. Inside the bathroom Carol locked the door for the first time since getting his prosthetic vagina. As he looked into the mirror he let out another groan. His face was a mask of smeared mascara and lipstick. His hair was a tangled unruly mess. "Damn I look like shit," he thought as he moved over to the commode. His panties were slightly stuck to his crotch as he pulled them down his trim legs. He couldn't help but examine his groin as he sat to pee. His pubic hairs were matted together stuck in the remains of Hillary's semen. He felt a bowel movement start but felt wetness trickle out first. "Oh shit that hurts," he mumbled to himself as he finished. As he sat miserable on the seat the events of the previous night flared up in his mind. He did not want to remember any of it but couldn't help himself. Sitting at the drive inn eating that disgusting corn dog with mayonnaise as if he was sucking Hillary's cock. How damn demeaning that had been but he had to do it. The look on Hillary's face was one of pure unadulterated lust and he jumped at going to the motel. Carol could tell as soon as he skipped, yes skipped, into the foyer to meet him that night that he caused an instant hard-on. Carol's old male self, what little remained of it, would have had blue balls the second someone dressed and looking like he was that night came into sight. He could easily understand Hillary's reaction especially when he mentioned going to the motel. Hillary practically drooled and almost shot his wad in his pants. It was the reaction Mz. Nelson wanted but Carol was very scared and shuddered at the thought of what was going to happen. The motel's honeymoon suite was ostentatious to say the least. "It had to be a set out of a porno movie," Carol thought as he first viewed it. It was a very large room with a king sized heart shaped bed fitted with bright fire engine red satin sheets and bright satin pink comforter with large white hearts and a bright red enameled hot tub filled most of the room. Next to the bed were four bottles of cheap champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. Gaudy was no where near the description fitting the honeymoon suite. It was absolutely gross and hideous to Carol's way of thinking but Hillary loved it. "How friggin romantic. Babe we're gonna have one friggin hot time tonight," Hillary said joyfully. "Go figure," was Carol's only thought. Carol's hopes for a quickie and get it over with date did not come to fruition. Hillary was hornier than a man just come home after a year on a deserted island. Carol was taken just about every way a person could be taken with stops only for champagne and to step into the hot tub. Hillary even made Carol give him a blow job underwater in the tub. No wonder his hair looked like shit. Carol douched twice and still felt dirty but the soothing fragrant waters of the tub helped ease his pains. As he regrouped in the warm water and frothy bubbles he had to decide what to tell Ezzy. He certainly did not want to tell her of his shameful behavior but in the end decided to tell her everything including Mz. Nelson threat. "Ezzy is my friend and I have to tell her the truth. I hope that she doesn't hate me when I tell her about my family's plan and that I am really a guy. At least I use to be one until I drank her tea. Maybe she will forgive me and can help me. Two heads are better than one so they say," he thought as he got out of the bath. He tossed the panties into the trash and used a tampon to prevent any more leakage from his sore bottom hole. Pulling the negligee wrap around his shoulders he opened the bathroom door and went out to met Ezzy. She was waiting for him with two cups of tea sitting on the vanity. "Come sit here at the vanity and let me see if I can do something with that wet hair of yours," she said. He did as told and she began running a comb through his damp hair she asked, "Well you gonna tell Ezzy what happened or not?" From her tone Carol knew that she was not happy. Carol told her everything that happened and of Mz. Nelson's demands and threats. The only thing he left out was the various sexual positions he had been put in. He only told her that he had to have sex with Hillary or face the consequences. Carol was surprised that Ezzy did not interrupt him or ask any questions while he told her everything. The only reaction that he could detect was during certain parts of his story she pulled harder on his hair as she combed it. Otherwise she said nothing and it was beginning to worry him. He expected her to cuss him out, physically assault him but the silent treatment was totally unexpected. He tensed up as he revealed that he was actually a boy expecting a very loud denouncement but Ezzy continued combing his hair. When he finished Ezzy let out a long stream of Spanish that he could only surmise was a lengthy discourse on what horrible, devious scoundrels he and his family were. He dared not turn around to face her. He could only sit there crouching down on the vanity stool, his face pale as a ghost, sweat sparkling his brow and tears in his eyes. At one point he brought his hands up to protect his face she was swinging her arms so fiercely. After some time Ezzy calmed and sat on the edge of the bed. She had a wild look in her eyes but seeing Carol shaking with his arms around his body the fire seemed to go out. She looked at Carol and told him to look at her. He fearfully complied and looking into her eyes she surprised him by saying, "Chiquita we must tell Miss B about this. We cannot wait any longer. That bitch will be in so much trouble when we tell her." Carol could not believe his ears. She was not upset about the charade he and his family had pulled or that he was a male. It did not make any sense to him and finding his tongue stuttered out, "Ezz....Ezzy are....aren't you mad at....at me? And....n..wha...." "Carol don't be stupido! You are like a daughter to me no matter how you were before. Miss B she loves you too. Besides....I...I am also at fault. Look what my tea has done to you. How can you ever forgive me for doing that? I stole your manhood from you.....for that I am the one who should go to jail," Ezzy replied as tears streamed down her face. Both crying freely got up and rushed into each others arms. They hugged amid tears and mutual apologies until they both sagged to the carpeted floor. It took some time but finally they gathered in the emotional turmoil and sitting still embraced calmed down. Carol was the first to say anything. "Ezzy it's not your fault. You did what you thought was best. If it weren't for Hillary and Mz. Nelson I would be a very happy person right now. There is nothing we can do to change things and I think I have come to accept the new me. What I really care about now more than anything is Auntie B. I can't stand the thought of doing anything that would hurt her. The only reason I have told you everything is that Mz. Nelson has to be stopped. I desperately need your help but telling Auntie B right now does not seem a good idea." Ezzy just looked at him blankly for a moment then asked, "Why not? She is a witch and we must do something now." "No...no Ezzy we cannot tell Auntie B. What will she think of me? She'll send me and my family to jail after what we have done. She'll hate me and I don't think I could stand it. I nev....never wanted to hurt her. It all just got so out of hand....We didn't plan on all this happening. It was suppose to be for just one stupid day. I love her and don't want to see her hurt." Carol pleaded as the tears fell down his cheeks. "Carol your Auntie B loves you very much and would do nothing to hurt you or your family. I know her like my own Madre and she will take care of you and that Mz. Nelson as well," Ezzy stated firmly. "Ezzy I have no proof that Mz. Nelson is doing anything! It would be my word against hers. I can't do anything until I can prove that she is trying to take Auntie's money. Please I need your help to prove what I am saying about her is the truth. The only thing I can prove is that I am a man under this fake vagina. What little there is left to prove and that would only strengthen Mz. Nelson's case. All she has to say is that she was only trying to help me transition. Hell Robert was a witness to me stupidly saying that I wanted to be a woman. I didn't know what being transgendered meant...Right now she would come out as the good guy....not us. Don't you see?" "Alright Miss Carol we will wait but not too long. I will see what I can do and...and you be careful. Mz. Nelson is not finished with you. Come let me help you get dressed," Ezzy finally agreed. Ooo PE was the worst of his classes. He still had some of his male urges and seeing twenty-six nubile young ladies stripped to their panties and bras or naked left him a little shaken. Harriett had the locker next to his and was a natural red head. He discovered that when he turned his head as he sat on the bench tying his shoe laces after class. She had asked him a question and turning his head to answer came face to face with her bare pussy. She was facing him holding two bras in her hand. Carol was dumb struck as his eyes focused on the tight auburn curls surrounding two perfectly formed pink vaginal lips. "Carol, which of these two do you like the best?" Harriett was asking. Fortunately for Carol Harriett was not looking at him. She was looking at the bras. One bra was a shimmering white satin and the other a pale blue satin with floral lace overlay and much fancier. Forcing himself to look up again he had to gulp as her pert breasts came into view. "Oh gosh....Harriett...I...I don't know. The blue one I guess." He managed to say while turning his head away blushing furiously. "Man I hope she didn't notice me staring," he thought. "I have a date with Billy after school and I just don't know which one he would like the best. Like he is such a hunk and I really want to get his attention. Like that bitch Lisa has been trying to get him. She's a skank don't you know. They say she would put out for just about any boy she takes a liking too...hehehehe...that is any boy with a dick. If I really liked a boy...well...you know I might let him get to first base but he would have to be like totally awesome first. You know like Billy. I think he'll like me better in the blue one. Do you think I am pretty? Would you let a boy go all the way with you?" It was hard for Carol to concentrate at the moment. "Damn Harriett can go off on tangents so quickly. How could any guy hope to keep up with them much less ever understand them but I had better learn and quickly too," he thought. For the past several weeks he had gotten to know Harriett and some of the other girls and their frank talk about boys scared and surprised him. They were worse than the guys ever were. He had some insight to how they thought about different things but it was still a major learning process for him. Thinking as fast as he could under the circumstances, he managed, "Eeerrr sure. You are one of the prettiest girls in school. Billy should like you for who you are. You know you should only go as far as you want....if he really likes you he'll still go out with you." Harriett dropped her hands to her sides, cocked her head to the side in thought for a moment then turned to look down where Carol was sitting. "Carol you are so right on girl. Then again like Lisa has those really big boobies....." She paused then taking her hands pressed them against her breasts squeezed them together. "Do you think I have nice boobies? You know like all the boys just seem to go zombie like when they see girls with big boobies." Carol was in total shock. "Harriett!" he exclaimed then managed, "Yeah... Sure they are nice but having big boobs can't be everything. The really nice boys really shouldn't care how big your boobs are but how nice you are. Now please get dressed. We have to go class is in fifteen minutes." They quickly got dressed in their uniforms and headed for their last class of the day. Carol could see the faint outline of the blue bra under Harriett's blouse. "Damn, I envy Billy," he thought then realized that his envy was directed more to the pretty bra. As he sat in his sixth period class Carol had a hard time concentrating on the subject matter. He had a date tonight with Hillary and was praying that all he would have to do was let him peek at his bra. "Yeah, like Hillary would be happy just looking at my bra through a thin blouse. I'll be lucky if he just wants a blow job and a quickie. I hope we find some way to get Mz. Nelson soon. I don't want to go out with Hillary any more than I have too. What would Harriett think of me if she knew just how far I went with a boy? If she thinks Lisa is such a skank I've got to be lower than whale shit. Girls think differently than I do but I am one of them now and have to learn. There is absolutely no way for me to return to my old self. Other than being shocked at seeing Harriett up close and personal I didn't feel anything. I can hold my own when it comes to clothing, makeup and even boys but they think differently about relationships. I have to have a long talk with Ezzy about this," he thought as the final bell rang out. When he arrived back at the house Mz. Nelson was waiting for him. She had a small smirk of a smile for him as he sat down in front of her desk. "Carol I don't think that I have to tell you to be extra nice to Hillary. I am leaving tonight for New York to meet with Mr. Dupont. I will want to know all the precious details of what happens while I am gone. For the life of me I can't think how it could get any better than your last date. You looked so darling in your little school girl innocence. Who would have expected just how rambunctious a child you would prove to be? Be a good girl tonight and maybe I will rethink getting you together with Drago. Now off you go," she told him. As Carol left the room Mz. Nelson leaned back in her chair and bringing her fingers together palm to palm placed them under her chin. "Robert come on in he is gone," she said. Robert stepped through the side door where he had been waiting. She sat back up and indicated for him to sit in the chair recently occupied by Carol. "Oh my I cannot believe how gullible that little twerp can be" she began as he took his seat. "If he thinks I am going to forget about abusing and humiliating him utterly he has another thought coming. In another month he will be such a slut. I will have so much on him he will always do what I dictate even after his poor maiden aunt has passed. Once I show that DVD of what went on in the motel room to Mr. Dupont he will have no choice but to do what I say as well especially when I tell him Carol is only seventeen. Once he approves the merger we can do away with Hillary and Carol can begin dating Drago. Maybe I will even schedule Carol's corrective surgery so he can find out what it is like to be really fucked. Both literally and figuratively, hahahaha...Oh how I love it when all my plans come together. Well, have you got everything ready for our meeting with Mr. Dupont tomorrow?" "Yes, everything is in order Ma'am. All the merger documents are ready for signature and have made a tentative offer to...ahhh...this Mr. Drago. He is more than willing to do as we ask. As a matter of fact when I mentioned what we had in mind for Carol he seemed more than eager to introduce him to his barrio gang. If I may say so, I think we offered him more pay than would be necessary," Robert said. "What of the extra copies of the DVD? You have them in a safe place?" she asked. "Of course Ma'am I have them safely hidden in my DVD collection where nobody would think to look. Anyone can break into a safe or locked desk as you well know but who would look through a bunch of DVD's? The same with our preliminary notes, I have them hidden between the pages of my law books. Like I have always said, ?hide your real valuables in plain sight' and nobody will find them," Robert finished smugly. "I am glad that you have everything under control Robert. Your impeccable attention to detail has always been a comfort to me my dear brother. Now let's get going. I can't wait to see the look on Mr. Dupont's face when he sees the DVD," Mz. Nelson said as she rose from behind the desk. Oooo Carol wasn't feeling well by the time he reached his room. Mz. Nelson was getting worse with each meeting and he felt so helpless. He was surprised that Ezzy wasn't there to greet him. Sighing he sat on the edge of his bed and began to remove his uniform. "Damn I am so not looking forward to my date tonight," he said as he removed his shoes. Putting on a white diaphanous negligee he headed to the bath. He was surprised that Ezzy was still not in his room when he finally emerged from the bathroom. Going over to his closet Carol rummaged through the vast array of dresses and gowns trying to decide on what to wear. He finally decided on keeping it simple selecting a grey wool straight skirt and candle glow poly blouse with lace ruffles on the three quarter length sleeves and low rounded collar. Matching candle glow lingerie, black three inch pumps and gold accessories would complete his dressing. As he sat at the vanity finishing his makeup Ezzy looking ecstatic came into the room carrying a small briefcase. "Where have you bee....." he started to say but was interrupted by Ezzy. "Oh Miss Carol...Oh Miss Carol I have wonderful news. Look what I have found," she said as she placed the briefcase on the bed and opened it. Carol went over to the bed and saw several unmarked DVD's and a stack of papers. "What is it?" he asked. "Miss Carol it is the evidence we have been looking for. I scanned most of it and while I didn't understand most of it....well Miss B will," she said enthusiastically then frowned as she turned to look Carol in the eyes. "I am so sorry Chiquita but I looked at the DVD....You should have told me....." Ezzy couldn't go on as she broke out in tears and hugged Carol tightly. "You should have told me," she kept repeating between sobs. "Told you what Ezzy? Calm down. I don't know what you are talking about," Carol said as he returned the hug. "What that bitch made you do with that bug Hillary. He is a pig and cabronne a...an animal. I curse them all....may they rot and live in the filth they deserve," she said as she pulled out of the embrace. She fell back to the bed rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand smearing the running mascara all over her face. "Come on Ezzy tell me what is the matter? I have never seen you this way," Carol said as he handed her some tissues. Ezzy finally stopped her sniffling and explained everything to him. What the papers showed of Mz. Nelson and Robert's scheming and devious plans. The plans showed that they knew from the very beginning that Carol was a boy and how they could twist his disguise around to their benefit. They would use him to get to not only get his Aunt's wealth but absolute control over him as well. The papers were surprisingly detailed. The DVD and others they would get would assure Carol's complete cooperation. On hearing what was on that disc Carol almost fainted. He couldn't believe that they had bugged the motel room where he had behaved like a wonton slut and had it all on disc. "Ezzy we can't show that DVD to Auntie B. It would destroy me and her. I can't bear the thought of hurting her by letting her see me act like that. I had no choice but still I'd rather die than let her see that," Carol said almost in a whisper. "We must Carol and we have to do it now. Mz. Nelson and that bastard Robert are on their way to meet with Mr. Dupont. He is a nice man...not like his bastard son..Miss B will know what to do but she needs to know what's on that DVD. Miss B will not be mad at you but I don't think I would want to be in their shoes later. Come we go see her now," Ezzy demanded. Reluctantly he followed her out of the room to where his Auntie B was sitting. Amid many tears and unnecessary apologies the whole truth was revealed. Auntie B was livid as she realized what had happened right under her very own nose. She surprised Carol as soon as they all calmed down when she told him she knew that he was a boy all along. She hadn't denounced him or exposed his trickery as she wanted to see how it all would play out in the beginning. However as they got to know one another and saw that his true self was the woman that he was becoming accepted him as her real niece. Auntie B was not the old fogy that she appeared to be and was aware of transvestites and transsexuals. Seeing Carol's ready acceptance of his training during the summer had convinced her that he was one or the other. She had decided early on that she would accept him either way he chose to be. More tears, hugs and kisses followed until Auntie B settled them all down. "I will call Mr. Dupont and explain everything to him and what is about to happen. He knows some unscrupulous people and I don't want to know what he plans to do about our two ex-employees. He is quite capable of taking care of the situation and finding a suitable resolution to our problem. I will assure him that all copies of that DVD are destroyed and that I hope we can work together in the future. Now if you two will please leave me while I make the call...." Auntie B ordered. "Oh shit. Hillary will be here any minute. What do I...we...I mean what do I tell him?" Carol exclaimed. "Tell him to go to hell. Say it loud so he will know that you are serious. It's that simple," Ezzy said. Carol did just that when the doorbell rang and a lengthy discourse on exactly what he could do with himself as well. Ooo At the end of the school term Carol went on an extended vacation with his Mother and Auntie B. When he returned home with Auntie B he was a new woman and very pleased with the results. While it had never been his intention to become one of the fairer sex he was thoroughly enjoying himself now. Life could not be any better as his Mother moved in with them and soon he would be attending a very well respected business college. As far as his brother was concerned well let's just say that being a Harvard Law graduate was plenty enough compensation for losing a brother and gaining a sister. Finis