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[I originally posted this story on StorySite. It was picked up, a few
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Little Girl Lost
by Ann O'Nonymous
The headlines practically screamed: "Jennifer Carlson Still Missing!" It
was in all the papers, on the radio and local TV broadcasts. Almost
everyone believed the little girl had been kidnapped and, later, killed.
Bill Porter had quite enough! He had to get away from all the sordid
sensationalism and this sad commentary on what constituted "news."
"I just can't take this too much longer," Bill forlornly thought, "I need
to get away. Just because a child's parents have money..... Damn people,
why couldn't they just leave her alone!"
In his mind's eye, he pictured the small, innocent victim in her helpless
state, crying for a mommy that wasn't there for her. It only took a few
seconds before the dam crumbled. First, a bit of moisture in the eyes,
then the slight burning, after that a full-blown cry. "Why! Why do I have
to be so damn sensitive," he thought, tears running down his face. Movies,
sad stories, missing children, they all did it to him -- "Bambi, Dumbo,"
normal people watched, he cried!
"Maybe a drive might help, it's a nice evening," he noted to himself. So,
he showered, shaved very closely, dressed. Bill now became Jenny, his
femme persona. Checking himself in a full-length mirror, then the make-up
in a smaller, magnifying one, he was sure he could pass any quick
scrutiny.
Twenty minutes later, Bill, now Jennifer, Porter was driving through a
quieter, somewhat seedy, side of town, consisting mostly of warehouses,
weedy lots and empty stores, when he had a strong urging to turn up a
small, rather narrow, street. Halfway up the street, he could barely make
out what appeared to be the figure of an apparently lost child huddled by
a stairway.
Jennifer, deciding that it was a child who may need her aid, pulled over
to the curb and said, "Hey little girl or boy, are you O.K.? Can I help
you!"
The child was up and running to the car. "Please, oh please, help me get
away from those bad men! They want to hurt me!" the child cried.
Jenny opened the car door, letting the child in. She took off, turning
first left, then right, another right and again a left, just about
constantly checking the rearview mirror for anything behind her. When it
was a little safer, she pulled into a well-lit mall parking area and over
to one side to get a better view of her passenger. The child appeared to
be about four foot seven inches tall, with longish blonde hair, blue eyes,
wearing a blue cotton dress, slightly torn.
From all the pictures, recognition came almost instantly. "By the Goddess,
you're that missing girl!"
"Some bad men took me away from my mommy. Please, can you help me get
home. I promise I'll be real good! Please," the girl pitifully begged.
"It's alright sweetie! I'll do whatever I can for you," Jenny replied,
rummaging around in her purse for tissues. A few minutes later, Jenny
handed the girl some Kleenex saying, "Blow your nose. Now, what's your
name little girl," Jenny asked as she wiped the girl's face with a lacy
handkerchief.
"Jennifer Carlson. My mommy calls me Jennie, ma'am," she politely replied,
confirming Jenny's suspicions.
"Oh great," thought Jenny, as she drove home to her apartment, "I've got a
little girl kidnapping victim half the city is looking for in the car and
if I get stopped, I'm in big trouble and that's with a capital B and T!"
Jenny talked to Jennie, asking more questions, as she drove slowly and
carefully back to her home. Arriving at her complex, she parked, got
Jennie out and lead her into the residence, saying, "You know, Jennifer,
my name is also Jennifer but I spell it J-e-n-n-y, how's your name
spelled?"
"J-e-n-n-i-e, I'm named after my mommy's mommy."
"That's nice," Jenny said leading the girl to his apartment. "Oh great,"
he thought, "my place is mostly masculine. How do I explain that?" Other
thoughts crowded his mind: what do I do now; should I call her parents,
let them know; should I keep her overnight; is she hurt inside, maybe a
hospital would be better; and, I couldn't just leave her there, what else
was I supposed to do!
He knelt down to Jennie's height and said, "Jennie, how old are you?"
"I'm now eight years old, I'm going to have a birthday soon! Maybe I can
get mommy to invite you."
"We'll see. Now," he said as he got up and opened his front door, "I want
you to act like a grown-up, O.K.?" He held out his hand to her. She smiled
as she looked up at him and, taking his hand, calmly replied, "O.K., I
want to trust you. I do like you!"
Jenny led Jennie into the room, pointed to a couch and said, "Are you
hungry? How would you like some Bologna and Swiss cheese sandwiches and a
cup of hot chocolate with a marshmallow. Sit there and I'll make some for
us, O.K. honey?"
"O.K.," she replied.
Jenny left the room, thinking, "I've given her an out. Door's unlocked,
phone's right there, she can call or walk out and report me to the police
any time she wants. Oh Goddess, I do hope she trusts me. You know I would
never ever hurt a child!" She put milk on the stove to heat for the
chocolate, and found enough Swiss cheese for four sandwiches. Soon there
was a plate of sandwiches and two cups of hot chocolate. "Please, oh
please, let her be there," his mantra went.
Re-entering the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting, legs
curled up, observing something on the television. "Here you are, M'lady,
food fit for a queen," he said, thinking how ironic the wording. He sat
the plate down in front of her, and watched as she grabbed two sandwiches
with a "Thank you very much! I was really very hungry. Those bad men
didn't feed me much!"
"O.K., Bill, you got yourself into a mess here, now what do you do," he
thought, sipping the hot chocolate, watching her gobble down the
sandwiches.
When Jennie had finished, she turned to Jenny and said, "I'm tired and
sleepy. Can we call my mommy tomorrow?"
"Sure," replied a reluctant Jenny. Great! Now what? She's not a stupid
child, she knows male from female. "I don't have any nighties your size,
but I do have a pajama top that might fit. Why don't you get yourself
ready for bed. I'll sleep out here, on the couch."
"No, please don't leave me alone! I'm afraid," Jennie said practically
screaming.
"Goddess, what do I do," Jenny implored. He wished he could think, but
would he make a right or wrong decision given the time. A thought came to
him, "She should know the truth! Let her trust you, let her make up her
own mind -- tell her!"
Jenny sat down besides Jennie and said, "Jennie, I don't want to hurt you
in any way, shape or form. I would be lying to you if I told you anything
but the whole truth!" He went on to say he was a man, a cross-dresser, a
transvestite, and he couldn't stay with her all night. He had more than a
few terms to patiently explain to her, and she seemed to understand. "So,
I'll put you in my room tonight, and I'll sleep out here on the couch!"
She looked at him with expressive big blue eyes and said, "When you wear a
dress, aren't you a lady?"
"Yes, I try to be," he replied.
"Will you wear a nightie tonight," Jennie replied questioningly.
"Yes, but I shouldn't be in bed.... "
"Please," Jennie said imploringly.
Bill let out a long sigh. "Well, go ahead, stick your neck out further, so
the executioner has an easier target!" he thought. "I'll get ready for
bed, then you go get yourself ready, O.K."
"O.K.," she replied rather happily as she went back to watching the TV
program.
In the bedroom, Jenny removed her makeup, went into the bathroom,
undressed, took a quick shower and, wrapping herself in a towel, went to
find a nightgown for her and pajama top for Jennie. After drying off,
powdering, she dressed in a white lacy Victorian style nightgown, clean
white nylon bra (with breast forms) and panties, sea-green slippers and
matching robe. Walking to the living area, tying up her hair in a high
ponytail, she said, "O.K., young lady, time for beddie bye and no
excuses."
"Jenny, will you help me undress? I can't reach all the buttons on back of
my dress!" Jennie replied. "Please?"
"Well, alright," Jenny said.
"Jenny, you look real pretty. Do you have a, em, err," Jennie wasn't sure
what to say or how.
"No, silly, I don't have a, well, boyfriend. I like girls! Pretty ones,
like you'll be in, oh, ten years," Jenny replied with a laugh. She sat on
the sofa, pulled Jennie gently to her, gave her a hug and turned her
around saying, "now let's get you ready for bed!"
Jenny untied the bow on her sash, unbuttoned and removed Jennie's dress,
followed by her slip. Next, she sat her up on the sofa and removed her
Mary Janes and anklets. Jennie, now dressed only in training bra and
panties, was led to the bathroom.
"I'll run you a bubble bath, O.K.?" Jenny thought that she could put the
girl's clothes in the wash so they would be clean in the morning.
After running a quarter tub of water, Jenny added her scented bubble bath,
and told Jennie, "I'll close the door, you take off that bra and soiled
panties, toss them out to me and I'll wash them for you." After doing so,
Jennie opened the door, tossed out the underwear, and closed the door. In
a minute, Jenny could hear the splashing of someone enjoying a bath. The
clothes were soon in a washing machine and would be ready in the morning.
She could iron the dress and slip then.
As she returned to the bath area she heard a plaintive cry, "Jenny, wash
my back for me, please."
"Great! Wait till she tells her mother about this, I'll be shot as a child
molester," he thought. "Honey, can't you do it yourself?" he asked,
knowing the answer in advance.
"Please, Jenny!"
He entered the bathroom, knelt by the tub and proceeded to wash her back.
Actually, he was beginning to enjoy her company. (He wondered if it would
ever be possible for him to have a "Jennie" in his life - he was ever so
lonely.) Taking care, he washed her all over and, when done, helped her
out of the tub. Next he patted her dry, dusted her with a scented talcum
powder, put the pajama top on her, laughing at the ludicrous sight. He led
her to a mirror and showed her how she looked. She started giggling, like
a normal happy little girl.
Taking her to the bedroom, he pulled the cover down and said, "you get
into bed and I'll be just outside on the..."
"NO! You promised. Please," Jennie said with a frown.
Jenny sighed, "Alright, a promise made should be a promise kept!" He
tucked her in, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and Jennie grabbed him and
gave him a big hug, "you are the bestest transvestite. I luv you!"
"Oh Goddess, I sure do hope things work out tomorrow," Jenny thought as
she hung up her robe, walked to the bed, removed the slippers and slipped
in beside her young, albeit temporary,
charge.
"Oh Goddess, Great Mother of us all, please keep safe all who dwell under
this roof. Guide and protect me, and those that I love; especially give
the little one here Your Blessed protection. So Mote It Be." Jenny
followed a different path to most people, she had accepted the Pagan Way
as a teenager and honored the Goddess Mother.
Turning to the little one, he saw she was fast asleep. Jenny laid there
musing on her past: booze at twelve, attempted suicide at fourteen and
sixteen because of what he was, painkillers and depressants at other
times. Then, a revelation happened -- a book on Paganism. All those past
years, he had heaped shame on
himself for what he did and what he was -- a pervert, a sinful less-than-
normal human. One small sentence: An it harm none, do as ye will!
He saw that he was different from others, but so is everybody else. All
those drugs, alcohol, suicide attempts were harming him. If he had
succeeded, he would have harmed his parents and his few friends! So many
other revelations came to him, and now this. This lovely little bundle
beside him, he felt so much responsibility for.
He cuddled up closer to her, not wanting to let go. A maternal instinct
seemed to kick in - was this what he really needed?
As it happens, morning came all too soon. Jenny wondered about the small
person next to her. After the morning fogged brain cleared, she remembered
what had occurred. "Oh Goddess, by morning's light, let all go right,"
Jenny said as she got up, put on slippers, padded over and put on a robe.
The first duty, as always, was lighting an homage stick of incense,
Jasmine in this case, saying, "Blessed Be! I light this in your honor,
Goddess Mother; I pledge to follow the Rede and to do my best in all my
endeavors now and always. So Mote It Be, Honored One."
Jennie was next. In time, they were sitting at a table having breakfast
together, just as if they had known each other for ages. Jennie chattered
on and on about school, her friends, parents and others. Jenny, for her
part, sat, amazed, at the amount of food the little one consumed. When it
was over, she gathered up the dishes and washed them. Next, while Jennie
watched a TV cartoon program, she got the clothes from the washer and
ironed them. The torn dress was nothing more than a pulled hem; a few
stitches easily fixed that.
"Jennie," she said as she finished ironing, "your clothes are nice and
clean. Let's get you ready to go home!"
"O.K.," came a muffled reply. Soon Jennie appeared in the room and, after
removing the PJ top, s/he started dressing her. Frilly, lacy panties
first, training bra next, followed by the slip and dress. S/he buttoned up
the back, and fastened the sash, tying a big bow in the back! Next, her
anklets and Mary Janes. Jenny then took Jennie to a bench and had her
seated across. S/he straddled the bench behind her, and proceeded to brush
and comb her hair. For some inexplicable reason, s/he found himself
getting sensually aroused by this simple act: a kind of mother/daughter
feeling, a genuine closeness with the child only a mother could have.
"Bill" felt like he could just spend the whole day doing this.
"Well, young lady," s/he said while fixing a scrunchie on her ponytail,
"you're finished. Go watch TV while I get ready!"
"O.K.," she said as she, unexpectedly, reached up, grabbed him around the
neck, and hugged and kissed him. She took off for the living area of his
apartment.
"Damn! Why does she do that. It's making it hard for me to return her,"
Jenny thought. S/he wished s/he could find someone who would accept her: a
special, kind and gentle woman. A few minutes were spent rummaging through
the meager wardrobe, with a few muttered "What should I wear, oh what to
wear."
Jenny settled on a basic black outfit, figuring she couldn't go too wrong
that way. So, shedding the robe and gown, on went the black pantyhose, a
black satin panty and bra set, a white full slip with a lacy hem (she
liked the black/white contrast), and a black knee-length short-sleeve
dress with a scoop neck. As she sat down to put on her makeup, a small
bundle of energy entered the room!
"Wow, you look pretty," Jennie said as she approached, "can I call my mom
and tell her I'm alright?"
"Please do," replied Jenny thinking it would be best that way. The blur
left the room at sub-light speed, and Jenny returned to the task at hand.
She had just finished with the lipstick when Jennie returned, announcing,
"line's busy, she's probably talking to press or somethin!"
"O.K., we'll try again before we leave."
"What are you doing?"
"Putting on my makeup," replied Jenny, "want to try it?"
"Please, may I," Jennie replied with a big smile on her small face.
Soon the girl had blusher, lipstick, and a little eye shadow on. A spritz
of "Charley" finished the job. "There you are," Jenny said with a grin,
"you look like a real big girl now!"
Jenny's next to last act was to put on a silver chain with a silver
Labrys, a double-headed axe -- the symbol of the Goddess, around her neck,
tucking it into the front of the dress.
After slipping on her 2-inch black pumps, Jenny again tried to contact Ms.
Carlson. There was nothing but the "brrp-ing" of a busy signal. "Well, I
guess I better take you home without calling," Jenny told Jennie as she
took her out to the car, opened it and got her into the car. Jenny then
entered her side, made sure the seatbelts were fastened and soon they were
off to Jennie's house.
With Jennie guiding her, the mansion was soon reached. As they entered the
grounds through a pair of tall wrought iron gates, supported by Granite
pillars, Bill could see a house that looked like something from the old
south plantation era: a white three-story building with blue shuttered
windows, a portico in front, and a large chimney at either end of the
building.
"There's my mommy's car," Jennie announced excitedly, pointing to an area
apparently reserved for parking. Jenny parked beside a rather nice-looking
late model Porsche, and, getting Jennie out of the car, asked, "Does your
mother drive that?"
With a shake of her head, Jennie replied, "No, that's Marti's. That's my
mommy's car," she said pointing to a late model Range Rover parked on the
grass. Jenny took Jennie's hand and led her to the front door of the
mansion. As they reached the door, it opened suddenly, a woman in a maid's
gray uniform and white apron ran out grabbed up Jennie in a big kiss and
hug.
Jennie eagerly shouted, "Evie, I'm so happy to see you! This is my friend,
Jenny. She saved me from some bad men."
"Oh God, you look so good," Eve happily exclaimed, "Are you hungry? Did
you eat at all?"
Jennie shook her head. Pointing to her chest, she said, "Jenny made me a
breakfast. It was s-o-o-o-o good! I'm filled up to here."
"Oh, honey, wait till your mother sees you! Oh, it's so good to have you
back," exclaimed the elated maid. "Oh, excuse my manners," she said,
extending a hand to Jenny, "As you can probably guess, I'm Eve, short for
Evangeline. Eve, not Eva."
Jenny accepted the offered hand in both of hers and squeezed slightly, in
a friendly manner, taking note of the woman. She was in her mid-forties,
fairly attractive with brown hair, cut rather short, and friendly brown
eyes with flecks of gold.
"I'm Jennifer, or Jenny with a 'y,' Porter. I'm very pleased to meet you,
Eve," Jenny replied. "Now that you have her, I'd best be leaving." She did
not want to intrude on the family's happiness.
"Oh no you don't!" Eve took one arm and Jennie, at a nod from Eve, took
the other. Together he was taken "prisoner" and marched into the house.
Inside, the house appeared even larger, if that was possible. She was
turned left, into one room; then right, into another. In this room Jennie
left him and sped to a woman seated on a sofa yelling, "Mommy, mommy, I'm
back!"
Actually there were two women there: one, a "handsome" (the best
description here) middle-aged blonde Jennie headed for; the other, a very
attractive woman, in her late twenties - possibly early thirties, with
dark auburn hair to her shoulders.
The blonde was on poor Jennie in a second, crying, "Jennie, thank
God you're safe! I've been worried sick! Are you alright? Marti,
please, would you please look her over. Jennie, welcome home, dear!"
The dark haired woman, called Marti, came over to Jennie and said, "Come
with me dear, I just want to see how you are!" She gave Jenny a glance,
and her eye seemed to catch something. Jenny self-consciously looked down
slightly and, not wishing to offend, quickly pushed the silver Goddess
symbol back into hiding. After all, there was no need to upset anyone who
couldn't understand or accept.
As Marti left the room with Jennie, the blonde woman introduced herself:
"My name is Barbara Carlson. I'm Jennie's mother. How much of a reward do
you want?"
"Please, I just wanted to get Jennie home safe. I don't want a reward for
doing what's right!"
"Oh," Barbara said with a suprised smile, "Please forgive me. I really
didn't mean that as an insult. It's just that I feel you should be
adequately compensated in some way for your efforts."
"I did not take it as an insult, ma'am. I'm so glad she's home safe,"
Jenny stated.
"Come over here and sit with me, and I'll explain the situation," Barbara
said as she led her to a sofa. Eve returned to the room bearing a tray
with two glasses of wine, saying, "This calls for a little celebration!"
Both Barbara and Jenny took a glass of wine. Eve had a glass of fruit
juice telling Jenny, "I'm a recovering alcoholic! Ms. Carlson is the only
person who would take a chance hiring me. So, no alcohol for me!"
"Come on Eve, you can work anywhere you want. Jenny, here's what happened.
I'm in divorce proceedings and my soon-to-be ex-husband wants half of the
business I've built. He has threatened me several times. Jennie was taken
and held by two of my ex's friends. They were captured two days ago, but
Jennie was not where they said she was. When the papers reported it, their
capture was omitted, in an attempt to lure my ex out. They thought he had
her. I would have gladly given up the business just to have Jennie back!"
At that moment a small tornado ran into the room and flew into Jenny's
lap.
Marti re-entered and motioned to Ms. Carlson to join her. The two ladies
went off to one side to quietly converse.
"Jennie told me all about Jenny, how she really is a man. Still, I found a
recent, rather expert, mending on Jennie's dress. Also, she said she was
really scared and Jenny was sooo nice."
Ms. Carlson thought a bit. "How is she otherwise?"
"She's in perfect health. No scars, some very minor bruises but absolutely
nothing serious."
Ms. Carlson returned to her seat, glanced at Jenny, musing: "He does have
a nice appearance; strangely, almost a serene eloquence. Dress is
conservative. LBD's are always good for a first appearance. Make-up is
correct for daytime - not too excessive. Could use a little jewelry; a
tennis bracelet and engagement ring would look nice. He seems to be a
likable person. Maybe, just maybe."
Marti walked to where Jenny was sitting and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't get
a chance to introduce myself. I'm Martine O'Connor, Jennie's doctor." As
she spoke, she pulled a silver chain up from in front of her bearing an
Egyptian Ankh. "Although I do have a modern Medical Degree, I also follow
the Old Ways."
"My name is, oh Hell! I've got to be honest. I shouldn't be here. My name
really is Bill Porter, and I dress as a female because I enjoy the
feeling, relaxation, and the sensuality of the clothes. I use the name
Jenny as my female persona, and I shared my bed with your daughter because
she wanted someone to hold her," Bill confessed. "Please, I don't want
anything, I just wanted to see her safely...."
"Jenny, please don't cry," pleaded Jennie, "I still love you!"
She grabbed him around the neck in a tight hug. Bill grabbed her, held on
tight to her and felt the tears he knew so well.
"Well, this is an interesting revelation," Barbara said, "What type of
work do you do. Do you have a job at present, Jenny?" The emphasis on
"Jenny" cheered Bill immensely.
"Mostly office - word processing, spreadsheets, anything else that's
necessary. No ma'am, I was laid off a month ago because the company's in
Chapter 11," Bill quickly replied.
"I can see Jennie has really taken to you, and in such a short time, too.
I have a proposition for you, will you listen to it?" Barbara said with a
friendly smile.
Bill nodded his assent.
"O.K., Jennie needs someone to look after her. There are many times when I
must attend business meetings with important clients, Eve is busy with
household chores, and she needs help keeping her straight. Marti lives
here, but she has her own practice. What I'm saying I think you and Jennie
really belong together, you can become a surrogate mother to her -- get
her breakfast, take her to school and shopping. Looking at you, I think
you'd be a good role model."
Bill wanted to scream "yes," but was beaten by Jennie with, "please,
Jenny, please. I'll do whatever you want, just say yes."
Barbara continued: "I can give you a very generous clothing allowance,
computer access if you wish, and I'm sure you can make Jennie the lady she
should be. I'll arrange for all new furniture and you'll have your own
room and bath, right next to Marti's room." She said the last with a wink
in Marti's direction.
Well, what would you say to such an offer?
Epilogue
Well, dear reader, here's what happened later in this short saga:
Ms. Carlson was granted a divorce; her ex was convicted of aiding in
Jennie's kidnapping. He got a long sentence, along with his buddies.
After three years, Jenny married Marti, both wearing identical white
satin, silk and lace bridal gowns. Jennie was a very pretty bride's-maid,
and Barbara was matron of honor. Marti and Jenny lived with Barbara,
Jennie and Eve for a while, and when Jennie started high school, Jenny
started working in Marti's Pediatrics office as a receptionist/secretary.
Almost all of the women coming into the office said, "She had a way with
children." "She" and Marti eventually had three little bundles of joy of
their own, and guess who had the two a.m. feeding?
After finishing her schooling (through to MBA in business at Wharton),
Jennie went into her mother's office as a financial advisor to working
women, planning their investments, making loans, and managing retirement
funds. Ultimately she took over the business when Barbara decided to
retire. Bombarded with marriage proposals, Jennie finally settled on a
somewhat nerdy fellow she met in college, a non-jock, and he became a
multimillionaire in the computer software industry with a new billing
program for Doctors, Dentists, Hospitals and other medical professionals.
Readers: That's all folks, Annie O. I don't know if I have any more
writings to give. I'm thinking of starting a collection of thimbles for
left-handers.
Cathalina
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