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Right from the Start, Chapter Twenty - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door who has now married Simone; Mrs Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Friends, Mary is 'bi' while her spouse Sandra is lesbian; Toni and Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist;. Sophia & Alicia; Mary and Sandra's mothers;. Jeanette & Sandie: The sales assistants in the boutique;. Virginia: A Model who will come to befriend them. Chapter Twenty That evening Sandie's dad was too preoccupied to ask his daughter where she was going. When Virginia turned up at their door he still thought there was no need for any questions because his daughter now had a chaperone. He slumped dejectedly in front of the sofa as Sandie's mother chatted long and hard with her daughter's boy-girlfriend. The older woman pulled no punches as she pushed Virginia through every hoop she knew to try and garner Virginia's true nature. Virginia came up roses at almost every instance and even when she failed, her sweet nature and pure honesty impressed Sandie's mum. After nearly two hours of interrogation even Sandie's dad realised the women had been talking a long time. "Are you girls going to gas away all night?" he called. "Women's talk dad," called Sandie as she grinned to her mom. "Well can you talk up some coffee? My throat's parched." "Here let me make it," suggested Virginia. Sandie and her mom smiled. Long brooding silences by Sandie's father usually foretold trouble. He could hardly grumble if one of the prettiest models in the state served his coffee up. While Virginia delivered the coffee, Sandie dropped her bombshell to her mother. "Virginia and I know those two engineers, you know, the girls dad was talking about; the ones who made a stand about the concrete." Her mother immediately sensed the import of Sandie's words and she raised her eyes questioningly. Sandie nodded affirmation then added. "Yes, they're a gay couple but they're as straight as a die when it comes to materials and quality. Virginia knows them well from her alternative lifestyle so we might have some pull there. I'll ask Virginia if she'll put a word in." "What? For a job?" "Well, that or even sorting out this mess with the previous contract. If it wasn't the old man's fault, you can hardly blame him. His son let him down getting mixed up with the mob or whatever. Now a whole bunch of innocents lose out." "Yeah, that man's a real arsehole. He tried it on with your elder sister you know, even though she was already courting Alfredo." Sandie had little to do with her older sister or her brother in law. There was a big age gap and her sister was preoccupied with five kids already. At thirty, Sandie's sister was already a fat, oppressed Latino mamma. Alfredo worked hard at the same company as Sandie's dad so his job was even shakier. Sandie's mother's mind was working even harder as she weighed up the pros and cons. 'If Sandie's boy friend, or girl friend', whatever, could pull some strings, then it would be a big help.' Virginia returned with the tray and immediately sensed something was afoot. "What?" she demanded looking suspiciously at the mother and daughter. Sandie spoke softly to prevent her father hearing anything. Now he was drinking coffee and not engrossed in the television, he might hear something. "You know Mary and Sandra?" "Ye-es," replied Virginia expectantly. "Do they hire and fire." "No-oo, but they know a man who does." Sandie explained the situation with her father and brother in law while Virginia listened intently. She also spotted the other opportunities for her and Sandie. Her sharp mind quickly formulated a plan and the two girls bid the parents bye-bye with a promise to be in by midnight. That very same night, instead of going to the club, they called upon Dorie Lou, Simone, Sandra and Mary and explained the situation. "Well, we don't actually do the hiring but Harry the foreman does," remarked Sandra. "D'you have any pull with this Harry guy then?" "Yeah lots. It was us that got Harry out of the hole when the mob started putting the hammer on the suppliers. We simply stonewalled on the quality tests and all their efforts to threaten us and him fell through." "Yeah, it's surprising what a little publicity can do. And the earthquake worries were still a big thing after the Frisco quake and the Nimitz highway thing," added Mary. "So he owes you big time," replied Sandie. "Well it's a two way street. He saved me from an attack once. What's all this about anyway?" Sandie and Virginia laid the whole story bare and the four friends; Dorie Lou, Simone, Sandra and Mary smiled enigmatically. Mary and Sandra agreed to try a few irons in the fire and see what came out. As Virginia and Sandie returned home to Sandie's they hugged each other ecstatically. Their delight was short lived however for that evening, Sandie's dad had finally realised that Virginia was the tranny model that the boys had all been talking about at work. The final shocker was when he picked up his wife's fashion magazine and he saw Virginia staring out at him from several pages that accompanied the article about her lifestyle. He had thrown the magazine across the room and bellowed at his wife for not telling him. Then the row exploded again when Sandie got home. As Sandie and Virginia arrived, Sandie's father was waiting for them. There was no violence but Virginia was told in no uncertain terms that she was not welcome anymore. As she drove sadly away, she was disappointed. Sandie was left to confront her father alone. "No I won't stop seeing her," screamed Sandie "Yes you will!" her father ranted, "I'll see to it that you will. That bloody job at the boutique can finish for a start. It must be a den of sin down there!" Sandie became furious. She had never seriously clashed with her father before but now things affecting her whole future happiness were at stake. "You can't stop me working at the boutique. Where will I get another job without a college degree? D'you just want me to end up serving at some table in some cheap-skate coffee bar just cos you spent all the money on my brother's education?" "Well anything's better than working with a pervert!" bellowed her father. Sandie realised that shouting was getting nowhere, neither was simply arguing about the boutique so she adopted another tack and talked softly. "There's no way I'm giving up that job. What do you want for me, the same as you and Alfredo; working hand to mouth all my life and never knowing when I'm going to be laid off?" Sandie's mention of 'lay-off' touched a raw nerve. Her father had not mentioned the full facts about his job. He already knew for certain that his son in law Alfredo's job was gone. Alfredo would learn of it tomorrow. He also knew that his job was virtually a goner for without the freeway contract the outfit would have to close up shop. By next week he would be looking for work. Fifty-year-old Latinos without qualifications were a dime a dozen. He would be sharing his slot in the jobs queue with his own son in law. Sandie sensed her father's worry and took advantage. "Or would you prefer me to marry some dumb, local, macho, Latino looser and produce a squad of bambinos? More mouths to feed! Then grow fat and discontented like my sister." Sandie did not wait or hold back her punches for she had more news that she had been holding back. It was also good news, something that was pretty rare in her home that night. "No! I'm not giving up the boutique! My job's got prospects. Already, Dorie Lou has offered me to go for six months to New York and help start up the new shop on Fifth Avenue. I'd be daft not to take the offer. There's a real career there for me. I may not be college educated like my brother but I can sell and I can sell well! I'll be dammed if I'm giving up at the boutique." Now her mother intervened at the mention of New York. "What! You say you are going to New York?" "Yes! So don't try to stop me. I'll be running the shop on Fifth Avenue and Virginia will be modelling every third week. She'll be here in this town for a week, then a week on the coast or in Houston then in New York. We'll be seeing each other regularly!" Sandie stamped her foot as she finished to emphasise her determination. Her mother stared open-mouthed with shock then turned to her husband. "You can't stop her now. She's got prospects, more prospects even than our son Raoule." This news had silenced her father. The idea that his youngest daughter had actually begun to make it in the big wide world came as a revelation. And she had done it without any family connections or string pulling, no back-room deals, no putting out to some local godfather. Sandie took his stunned silence as acceptance so she pressed her suit. "And I will still be seeing Virginia. She's my best friend and we make a marvellous team. She's the best model in America. Toni and Paula reckon she's the best model in the world!" With this last declaration she stamped up to her room and flung herself angrily on her bed. Then she started rummaging through her meagre wardrobe. She had decided it was time to leave the nest and she was choosing what to take. Downstairs she heard her mother and father talking. She could not make out the words but she was not really interested. Her mind was made up. Downstairs her father was asking questions. "Who are these people Toni and Paula?" For and answer, Sandie's mother recovered the magazine and angrily turned to the collection of centre pages where Virginia was modelling the designs. "There! See! There!" She turned the pages then pointed to a small picture of the two Italian girls at the top of a four-paged article about the designs. "That's Toni and Paula! They're the talk of Europe and America and our daughter is selling their stuff, and these!" She turned back to the centre pages. "See these! All these pages, all these designs, that's what our daughter will be selling in New York! And see her, well you recognise her of course, she's Virginia! She's the model! Look! Look! Ten full pages of Virginia and the designs; and all this, all this, our daughter; 'our daughter!' will be selling. Don't you dare try and stop her. How often does a good girl escape from this neighbourhood?" "But this Vir, - this Virginia; she's a man!" protested her husband feebly. "So! If she marries him they'll both be rich. Oh and there's something else. Something you'll understand better." "What?" "Your job; and Alfredo's job for that matter, I'm not stupid. People have been talking ever since that newspaper article about the concrete. Everybody knows that the firm has lost the freeway contract and now several other contracts since that stupid son fell in with the mob. Everybody knows that outfit is about to fold and your jobs will be gone!" "So, I can get another, -!" "Don't be stupid! Another job! No you can't! Haven't you heard? There's a recession. It'll be every plant operator for himself in this town! You'll be at the back of the queue. Latino's are always at the back of the queue! That's why you can't stop Sandie with this boutique thing. Our daughter has made it on her own!" Her husband fell silent as his shoulders slumped. His wife's words were painfully true. She saw him sag with despondency and her heart softened. "Now! Maybe you'd like to hear some good news?" "What?" "There's jobs going with the new suppliers on the freeway. They've won the contract fair and square so they're looking for honest labour." "Yeah, it's an outfit from out of town, what chance do Alfredo and I? They'll be hiring people untainted by the concrete thing." "Only the big fish, people like you only did as they were told. Did you know the concrete was substandard?" "Of course not, I was only driving the back-hoe bucket or the drag levellers." "And Alfredo? What about him?" pressed his wife. "He's just labouring; odd jobs and stuff; on site mainly. He wouldn't have known. Only the guys in the mixing plant would have known. Until those bitches blew the whistle!" "Yeah! Well it's those so-called bitches who make it safe for us ordinary people. Whilst they're checking the concrete, the bloody freeway won't fall down." "OK! So what's all this about?" asked her husband. "Virginia knows those engineers, those bitches as you call them." Her husband fell silent as he slowly began to get two and two to add up. His wife dived in impatiently. "Yeah, those girls know the site foreman. They're like this with him, (She locked her little fingers and twisted them to demonstrate.), if Virginia puts in a word for you, there may be an opening." Her husband hesitated as he realised the set-up then he cursed, "Shit! I've just kicked her out of here! She'll just kick my arse." "That's just the point. That's exactly why our daughter likes her so much. Virginia's not a bitch! Nor is she a vindictive, vengeful, macho bully like the men around here! I doubt if she even hates you for your stupid macho ways. She's endured men like you ever since she was a child. You won't even have got under her skin!" "But she's still a, - a, -." "A what? A transvestite, a trans-sexual, a lady boy? So what! She makes our daughter happy and that's what important. If you want to lose Sandie forever, you're going just the right way. If you want another job, you're going just the wrong way!" Her husband fell silent. Sandie's steps were clacking heavily down the stairs as she dragged her tattered old suite case. Before either parent had realised what was happening, the front door slammed shut. Sandie had left the building. This was the final proof that Sandie's father had lost the argument. His wife glared at him. "Aren't you going after her? If you lose her now, she'll never come back." The man hesitated and his wife cursed him. "Dammit! I'm telling you! Go after her. At least get a contact number or something." "Why? We could contact her at the shop!" "She wants to see if you really care! Go after her. Don't scream or shout, don't try and humiliate her! Just try and talk to her, talk sensibly. If you lose her now, she'll make sure that you won't get a job! Irrespective of what her boyfriend feels. Let her go, but make sure she knows we're here for her. Make sure you separate on reasonable terms. Make sure you're still on speaking terms!" Sandie's father cursed then dashed for the door. His wife followed him to the sidewalk and watched as he strode down the street trying not to break into a run. He caught up with Sandie at the corner and Sandie's mother watched as the pair remonstrated with arms waving and fingers wagging furiously. The mother sighed with relief to see that her husband did not lay a hand on her daughter but the meeting lasted several long anxious minutes. Eventually they parted and her husband returned up the street. The mother watched and was relieved to see Sandie stood watching her father for a few brief moments before she finally disappeared around the block towards the subway. When Sandie's father reached his wife she demanded to know the result. "Well? That must be the longest conversation you've ever had with one of your children. What did she say?" "She's going to live with that, - that, -." "Go on! Say it! Spit it out!" "That Virginia girl!" "Did she leave a forwarding address or anything?" "She wouldn't give the address but she gave me the telephone number of her new mobile. She say's she doesn't want me calling at the boutique but you can if you want." "Well that's something I suppose. Anyway, the boutique's a public shop. She couldn't stop us going in there, but respect her wishes. Give her and me time to resolve stuff. You're like an elephant in a china shop, never mind a bull." They returned inside whilst Sandie boarded the subway train. Half an hour later she arrived at Virginia's flat. "I thought you'd be here," observed Virginia as they hugged each other tight, "Come in." For several minutes, Sandie simply savoured the tight embrace on the sidewalk then reluctantly she broke out of it and they stepped inside. Virginia's tidy, comfortable apartment felt like a haven of peace and sanity. Gratefully, Sandie stripped, showered then clambered happily into bed. That night they didn't make love. Sandie was content to simply lie in Virginia's arms and savour the realisation of her final commitment. She had broken out of the poverty trap and made her own life style decisions. She felt like a fledgling that had just flown the nest." In the morning the pair explained the situation to Dorie Lou and Simone and a mood of relieved calm settled over the boutique. Sandie was no longer a prisoner of her upbringing. The evaporation of the tension in her life brought a sense of calm. A week later, Sandie's mum arranged to call at the boutique and things got onto a more regular, equal footing. Sandie had grown up. As they chatted over lunch at the caf? she explained the good news. "Your dad and Alfredo got the jobs." "Good, what about any others?" "Some did. The were short of a few operators with the new contract so a few of the more honest ones got to transfer over, new brooms sweeping clean and all that. Now what about you? Are you still going to New York?" Sandie turned to Dorie Lou who nodded the answer for her. Sandie felt if the answer came from Dorie Lou's lips it would have more gravitas. "She starts next month. The lease has just been finalised. She has to go to Italy first with me to check out some new stock. New York needs different styles what with climate and possibly more sophisticated tastes." Both Sandie's and her mother's jaws dropped as they chorused in Unison. "Italy!" "Yes. I presume you've got a passport." Sandie looked crest-fallen. "Oh bloody hell no. I mean, I've never, - I've never been abroad." "Well you'd better get on to it. You've only got a month, six weeks at most. I'll write you up a letter of need for business purposes. That can expedite things. Have you got your birth certificates and stuff?" Sandie turned to her mother who paled slightly. "I may have. I'm not sure. We might have to go to Chicago to get copies." Dorie Lou frowned. It was no fault of Sandie's but sometimes getting original copies could cause long delays. Identities had to be proved and checked out. "Well you'd better got onto it right away. Sandie, go with your mother right now and check if you've got your birth certificates at home and any other stuff; your mum's marriage certificate and anything else that might help. I'll call you this evening." Mother and daughter left immediately. Sandie's mother was determined that nothing affecting Sandie's foreign trip could be laid at her door. At home they were relieved to find a worn tattered certificate stuffed away with other papers in an old brown envelope at the back of the sideboard draw. Sandie had never seen a birth certificate before and she held the flimsy, worn paper in her fingers. It was strange to think that this single piece of tired, browned paper was the sole proof of her citizenship. She also studied her brother and sister's certificates and smiled thoughtfully. It seemed that her whole family history was bound up in these simple, innocuous, dog-eared pages. Still she was glad her mother had been able to lay hand to them quickly. "I'll get a photocopy of your marriage certificate." "Don't lose that then," cautioned her mother as she studied her wedding certificate thoughtfully. "Yeah, it proves I'm legal, not a bastido." "Don't you dare say that!" grinned her mother, "You know perfectly well, you're ours. You couldn't deny your aunty Maria and she's your father's sister. You're his alright!" "Right well I'd best be going. See you tomorrow in the caf?." They kissed and her mother watched proudly as Sandie traipsed busily down the sidewalk. Several local boys heads turned and stared but Sandie took no notice. Her mother did though and it only made her prouder. 'That was her daughter walking proudly down the sidewalk; her daughter, the beautiful, clever, successful one.' The passport took longer than expected but Dorie Lou was able to delay the trip by a week without missing any important fashion shows. Sandie of course, enjoyed the trip and while they were in Italy, Simone and Virginia paid another visit to Doctor Wendy. After completing the tests Virginia sat squeezing Simone's hand as they waited for the results. Eventually Doctor Wendy emerged from the laboratories and for the first time during that visit, she wasn't frowning. Virginia's heart flipped with fear for she didn't dare to interoperate anything from the flat expressionless mask that Doctor Wendy wore. As she approached Virginia half rose then sat back again apprehensively. Doctor Wendy decided it was time to smile. Not some huge grin but a soft brief twitch of her lips, enough to convey a tiny sliver of hope. "Well," whispered Doctor Wendy, "It's too soon to tell, but I've found a single live sperm. Something seems to be starting." "But you found a sperm last time." "Yes, but this one had a decent degree of motility. It was definitely alive. I'm starting to get some hope." Virginia felt her stomach sag with a mixture of fear and hope. 'Could it really be happening?" she asked herself. "How long before I start to make enough?" she whispered, hardly daring to tempt fate by asking. "Oh, it's doubtful that you'd ever make enough for a natural impregnation but with invitrio fertilization we think something can be achieved." "Are you certain? You're not just trying to boost my spirits." "I don't do lies Virginia. It only takes once healthy sperm to penetrate the egg. It's going to take some pretty tricky timing though. Finding one healthy wriggling little bugger in your sperm is worse than the needle in the haystack." "But, - but, - there's hope then?" "Some. I can make no promises. Come back in six months and keep taking the hormones." "Can I tell Sandie?" "I don't see why not. Just don't get her hopes up too high." After thanking Doctor Wendy with pathetic gratitude, Simone helped Virginia to her feet and they tottered unsteadily to the waiting taxi. Once again, Virginia hardly spoke all through the flight home. Simone recognised the issues and silently read her book. Two days later Dorie Lou and Sandie returned from Italy. That night, Virginia told Sandie everything. "We've got to go again in six more months to see if we're compatible then it's wait the regulatory time before we can become eligible. Apparently we have to have tried for two years before we can go for invitrio." The next two years flew by. Sandie was busy sorting out the Fifth Avenue boutique, whilst Virginia city-hopped between modelling sessions all over America. Simone and Jane Benson continued breast-feeding the babies whilst Dorie Lou worked with Sandie at growing the business. It was during this period that Virginia eventually married Sandie. At first Sandie's family found it hard to reconcile the marriage of their beautiful youngest daughter to a 'lady-boy' (for that was how Virginia now described herself,) but after Virginia had gently pulled a few strings with Sandra and Mary to secure jobs for Sandie's brother in law and father, the family were forced to reconcile themselves to the forthcoming union. It was actually the catholic priest who finally persuaded the family that it was match blessed by God. When he learned that Virginia was born a male and actually retained the functioning genitalia of a male, he was reconciled to the union. His reconciliation was further reinforced when he learned of Virginia's magnanimity towards Sandie's father. Any person who could still do a good turn by someone who had treated her so poorly must be a truly godly soul. It was this forgiveness and Virginia's sweet gentle nature that finally persuaded the priest. The priest told the bishop of his parishioner's intentions and because there was no legal obstacle the bishop gave his blessings. They got married in the local church to the excited surprise of the local population who were shocked yet excited and pleased that a celebrity should choose their little church. Virginia was by now feted as a model across America. The couple honeymooned in Paris and Milan. When the two years had passed by and Sandie had failed to produce a child, she and Virginia finally presented themselves at Doctor Wendy's clinic with modest hopes of conceiving a child. The interim visits had convinced Doctor Wendy that there was a real possibility of success for Virginia and Sandie but she naturally kept her hopes to herself. Each time they met for tests by Wendy, it was always 'ifs' and 'buts' or 'maybes'. That summer Sandie and Virginia took an ostensibly extended vacation and booked into Doctor Wendy's clinic. After two months of tests and examinations, Doctor Wendy and the rest of the medical team finally managed to impregnate two of Sandie's eggs with two reasonably viable sperm. It had taken so long because Doctor Wendy wanted to try for a son and daughter but the male sperm had been almost impossible to locate. Their survivability was almost none existent and it took weeks of examination before the team detected a viable male spermatozoa. Many sperm died during the various and difficult tests so it was touch and go with the chosen sperm. Finally however, Doctor Wendy and the rest of her team had two viable fertilized eggs ready to return to Sandie's womb. Four weeks later, it was a delighted Doctor Wendy who was finally able to confirm a successful conception to the ecstatic couple. It was the news Virginia had been praying and waiting for all her transvestite, lady-boy life. Now at last she could address the wicked injustices she had suffered at the hands of her cruel mother and sister. Eight months later Virginia and Sandie were blessed with twins, a daughter and a son. The first thing they did was get the twin's DNA tested. Not because they distrusted anybody but to be certain of revenge in the courts. Sandie was surprised at Virginia's vehemence but the more they talked of Virginia's brutalised childhood and the wicked conditions in Virginia's father's will, the more Sandie grew to understand. The biggest shock for Sandie was learning that Virginia had in fact been born to her father's first wife who had died in childbirth having Virginia. Virginia had never spoken of this and it was only now that Sandie realised why Virginia was so implacable in her search for retribution. Virginia's childhood had been one long life of torment at the hands of a stepmother who had demonstrated the very real hatred that often appeared when a stepparent found the previous child by an earlier union abhorrent. Scientists sometimes likened this hatred to the actions of lions killing the cubs of a defeated pride to ensure their genes prevailed when the lionesses came back into season. Humans were capable of such actions as well. Albeit covered in a veneer of caring parenthood. Virginia's mother had clearly disliked the child by the first marriage and turned the old man's mind in the latter days of his dotage. Being a much younger wife, she had used the usual feminine whiles to achieve her aims. The later discovery after her husband's death, that her stepson was a transvestite had simply played deeper into her arms. It gave her almost 'carte-blanche' to indulge her cruel aspirations and with the connivance of some less than honourable doctors, she had constantly tampered with Virginia's physical development by administering hormones throughout his childhood development. Virginia had been turned into a supposedly sterile 'lady-boy'. Throughout her childhood, Virginia had been ignorant of the terms of her father's will. She only learned of it when she reached her majority and the family lawyers were compelled by the terms of the will, to advise her of the terms and conditions. Six months after the twins were born, Virginia went to court. At first, his evil stepmother and sister claimed that over six years had passed since the will was passed in the courts and it was now out of statute. The conditions of the will could not now be overturned. However Virginia's lawyers cleverly pointed out that they did not want the will overturned. Indeed, if anything, they wanted the agreed conditions of the will to be enforced. The will clearly stated that If Virginia failed to father an heir then her father's whole estate would revert in descendancy to his young wife and then the daughter. Alternatively, and the will clearly stated this; if Virginia fathered a child then the whole estate passed to him. Virginia had now quite definitely fathered two children, one of each, and therefore Virginia's lawyers claimed that the will should be enforced. The judge was forced to agree (with a noticeable smile) that Virginia was therefore now rightly entitled to the whole estate for no time scale had been determined in the will. Virginia never revealed that she had occasionally seen the judge in Peter's club but she had never actually met him or identified herself to him so the legalities of being acquainted with a litigant were not to arise. Peter's club had a large clientele and many members were strangers to each other. Virginia left the court a very pleased and satisfied girl. The only shock Virginia suffered was the sheer size of her new fortune. Before the court case, she had absolutely no idea of just how large a fortune she stood to inherit. Needless to add it was an equally huge shock to Virginia's mother and sister to learn that they were now destitute and completely at Virginia's mercy. The main consequence of the court ruling in Virginia's favour was an immediate board meeting. After a couple of hours consultations Virginia left the boardroom breathless with excitement. When Sandie learned of it she came out looking slightly breathless and dazed so her friends took her in hand and retired to the little caf? to celebrate their good fortune. Sandie was still in a spin as they toasted the windfall. "It's millions of dollars!" Sandie gulped as Virginia sat trying to appear calm and collected. "I just can't get my head around it!" Sandie stuttered in a shocked daze." "It must be half the town," added Virginia, "it's much more than Peter the tranny and the city block he owns around his club!" she finished. "So it's a life of leisure from now on then," observed Dorie Lou, "I don't suppose you'll be working from now on." Virginia wagged her head. "Oh no, besides the stuff in this town, there's other property in other towns. I haven't even begun to check out all the stuff. There's a management company that has managed it since my father died. My mother and sister just sat back like lazy toads and let the management company run the whole show. I'll be a little more proactive but I don't know much about property stuff. Apparently I can get away with only attending board meetings about once a month if I feel like it." "Will you continue modelling?" asked Dorie Lou, hoping to get a 'yes'. "Hell yes. I love the modelling. I get a huge kick out of walking the catwalk and most of the other girls seem to be OK with me." Dorie Lou smiled with relief while Virginia giggled coquettishly as she went on. "The new girls are always curious; especially when we're stripped to our panties in the changing areas and they can't see a cock. They've usually heard a lot of rubbish about me and they're just so intrigued because they've all been told that I have got a huge cock. Some of the older girls have actually seen my erection and they can vouch for it. Then it's so funny to watch the new girl's faces when the older ones want to wind some of the young girls up. Sometimes, at the end of a modelling session the older girls have occasionally persuaded me to whip down my panties and give the curious new girls a flash of my erection; after sneaking one of the libido pills of course. Their young jaws just drop when they see what truly resembles a girl's bits turning into a massive stiffy." Virginia grinned as she continued revealing some of the secrets of her catwalk life before finally confirming her intentions. "Oh yes, I'm continuing to model. It's also good to wind up the girls who don't like me, the tranny-haters. Oh, and I also love the clothes." "But once a month, you will have to attend the board meetings," finished Simone as she swapped Virginia's daughter to her other breast. (Simone had taken hormones again to resume lactating. For like her stepmother Jane Benson, Simone had a strong suckling fetish.) "Only if I want to," replied Virginia, "there's going to be a lot of to- ing and fro-ing as the board members and I dance around each other until I know who to trust. I've already kicked my mother and sister off the board, that was the first move." "I'll bet," added Sandie as she happily shared the breast-feeding of her twins with Simone. After spending an hour in the caf? with all her friends to do with the boutique, Virginia and Sandie took Simone and Dorie Lou home to their apartment. Both girls looked around their cosy home and sighed as Virginia remarked to her friends. "I'm going to miss our little pad. It'll be sad to say goodbye to my little home. I did most of my proper growing up here." "Metaphorically you mean," finished Sandie as she and Simone completed the twin's feeds and gently tucked the twins onto their carrycot. Virginia nodded and swept Sandie into her arms as she sobbed with happiness. In Virginia's embrace, Sandie sensed the sheer delight that Virginia was feeling for having finally fulfilled her most ambitious dreams. At last Virginia had reached her goals; namely revenge for the awful abuses she had endured as a child and finally fatherhood. End of Chapter Twenty - To Be Continued