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Chapter 53 The hot hiss of the shower sounded off the walls and steam rose from the cascading water running down Kelly's body. She dropped her head getting her hair wet and just relaxing in the soothing warmth, while water ran down her back in tickling warm rivets. Lifting her head, keeping her eyes closed she let the water spray refreshing heat into her face, opening her pours. Standing up let it redirect down her neck and over her breasts. She ran her hands firmly over them in the water, getting under them and spreading them out as she played, tweaking her nipples at the thought of how Deanna's mouth had explored them last night. A smile snuck up on her face as she inspected her breasts for bite marks, especially around the nipples. She grabbed the luffa, lathering it up with the liquid soap. Then running it lazily over her arms as she thought how wonderful the last week had been. She was in love with two people and the relationship wasn't as complicated as it could have been. Sure it was sticky with Brian, no Bridget she thought, yes Bridget deciding to live full time as a girl. But what could she expect really, he had been chasing that dream in his mind for a long time she knew. Well she had been chasing rather, Kelly corrected herself. That was going to take some getting used to she thought. It was one thing to refer to Bridget as a she when Kelly seen her, but Kelly fell back to referring to her, as a him in thinking about Brian. Rubbing the luffa over her breasts and under her arms she thought it would come with time like many things. Moving down to her stomach reminded her of the gentle kisses Deanna had placed there. Deanna was different in more ways than just being female. Sex with her was a playful affair, like two lovers exploring what each other liked for the first times. It helped that Deanna had a dirty mind and a great imagination, her fantastic body and beautiful face didn't hurt at all either. Things could so easily be suggested and dismissed or explored without any guilt or judgment. Kelly hadn't realized how much she enjoyed a good spanking until Deanna had teased her the other night. That's when they had decided they would tease Bridget with it. Of course Deanna was right about how much fun it was to have Bridget watch them play. Such a rush knowing she was loving her girlfriend and Bridget was getting turned on by it. It was clear by how hard her penis had gotten standing next to the dresser. Kelly thought she felt so comfortable around Deanna, that she could talk her into trying lots of things. It's as if once she let go of her fear of having a relationship with Deanna, a lot of silly little fears went with it. She felt so much more confident in who she was, perhaps that was the draw that pushed Bridget onward. An undeniable comfort with ones self that anything less seemed so foreign. Kelly thought what it would be like to have to ignore Deanna completely, only getting her when no one was around, or only once a month. She didn't know if she could live like that, it would be so hard to see her and only be able to touch her once in a great while. That she thought, is what it must feel like to want to cross dress and see it everyday in our society. How painful that must be she considered. She was so glad for having the relationship with Deanna that she did have. It also made her love Bridget all the more for struggling with that desire everyday even while she was around Kelly. She bent over washing her legs with the luffa ignoring the aches and pains from playtime, smiling to herself for how lucky she was to have two true lovers. A soft hand ran slowly over her ass, causing her to peek back. A beautifully naked Deanna followed that hand into the shower with her, still caressing her ass. Kelly wordless stood up, pulling Deanna toward her for a long tender kiss. She guided Deanna around her under the water, letting it splash over her wonderful body. Deanna closed her eyes as she leaned back to wet her hair, as Kelly softly ran the luffa over Deanna's deliciously perky breasts. Deanna pulled back up, opening her eyes to wrap her arms around Kelly's neck, as they exchanged another loving embrace, their tongues playing lightly. "Good morning, dearest," Deanna said soothingly. "Good morning, baby," Kelly replied with a warm heart. Kelly pressed her soap covered breasts up against Deanna's as she ran her hands around Deanna's waist, to finish cupping her tight bottom. Kelly gave Deanna a firm confident kiss. "I love you, baby," Kelly announced with a large smile. "I love you to, honey," Deanna replied with an equal smile. "There is only one person missing from this shower," Deanna said with a loving look. "Then we will have to remedy that next time, wont we?" Kelly answered her with an approving grin. Chapter 54 I turned the shower off dripping water from my hairless body, well mostly hairless anyways. My mind drifted again to wonder what it would be like to have a smooth toned body, perky breasts and maybe more. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind as I patted my sleek legs dry. Moving on to my hair, while not long was beginning to grow out some. I could tell because it was starting to just overlap the tops of my ears. I started thinking how long it had been, three weeks or four, I couldn't recall. Probably four, I always went longer than I thought between haircuts. Now it would be a long time, then again maybe not. I wondered who cut hair for the girls, and if I could get her to just give mine a trim, just drop off the dead ends. It would grow healthier if I did it that way while growing it out and I wanted long healthy hair. So it was another in a long list of things as a girl, I would have to remain aware of. I finished drying off and put on my nude bra, nestling in my silicone breasts. I cupped them and rubbed them against myself, enjoying the feel of their weight. "Someday ladies you will be real, someday," I whispered to myself. Sighing with longing I moved to put my nude panties on, tucking myself and retrieving my robe to wrap around myself. I opened the door to a waiting Lidia, who handed me the rest of my stuff and we left for my room. I was playing with my wet hair length as I wasn't ashamed anymore of my short hair. "Is there someone here who cuts hair? Maybe someone who could trim it so it will grow faster?" I asked. "Yes there is," Lidia said with a giant smile. I got a quizzical look at her sudden smile. "Should I ask?" I inquired with a chuckle. All I got for a response was a long drawn out. "You'll see," she answered still with her smile. I let it go as we had reached my room again and I needed to get ready, I was sure to have another day full of homework. I came in the door setting my stuff down and going over to the closet. Only two dresses left, the yellow one or the cr?me one. I pondered the choice for a moment and decided on yellow, I wanted to have a cheerful day so I wanted my dress to reflect that. I also decided on the black peep toes, they seemed to indicate fun, more so than the black strappy heels, which were the only two pairs of heels I had yet to wear. As long I was going to be here, well I wanted to wear them all. Our attire decided for the day Lidia made off to her room to change. Taking off my robe and returning it to the back of the closet door, I opened the dresser drawer to retrieve some pantyhose, noticing I only had two pairs left. Thinking I better make sure to get that laundry today so I have something to wear after tomorrow. Sitting down I carefully eased them up my legs smoothing out any lines and making sure they were not crooked. A bit of joy escaped me at the thought I was allowed, no expected to wear these now. How long ago had I dreamed of this very thing, God I loved being a girl. The yellow of the dress seemed to stand out so much as I put it over my head. I had never been a big fan of yellow, but I was becoming more open to the idea. Perhaps it was my male perceptions that didn't like yellow and now they no longer had any good arguments as to why I couldn't like it. I adjusted the fit around my breasts, straightening my sheer sleeves and smoothing the skirt around the back to make sure it was down. I slipped my peep toes on and sat down in the makeup chair. Again I had smoothed my skirt under me and crossed my legs with out thinking. I guess doing it all day in every class or anywhere I sat will develop the habit for you. It was then I began to understand the subtle subconscious affect the semi-formal attire had on you. You didn't actively think you needed to be careful, or conduct yourself in a lady like way, your brain just thought that's how you were supposed to act when dressed this way. I wondered if it was reinforced every time I saw myself or thought of how I was dressed, I bet it did. Like some small voice whispering a reminder in your head, don't forget to sit properly. "Ms Sherrim, you sly devil you," I said aloud, thinking that was what she had in mind all along. I started digging out my makeup, setting it all out on the top in order of use. I spread the foundation evenly over my face as I thought about what eye shadow would look good with the yellow. I dabbed a couple tiny drops of concealer under my eyes, tapping them gently around to fully cover any dark areas. A good dose of powder all over set it, blending in the edges. I looked in the mirror inspecting my eyes, I picked out some gold mixed in with the brown and green. So I thought I would find a light tan, maybe something with a soft gold tint to it, then couple that with a brown. Sure enough I found something called khaki and caramel. I put the darker caramel above the lid and used the khaki on the lid with a dash underneath at the corner. I ended up liking it as it really made my eyes stand out, so I ran some eyeliner over and under, then finished carefully with some mascara. In all I thought it matched my outfit rather well, cheery but not loud or cheap. I added some soft blush just under my cheeks. Then outlined my lips with a rose nude lip liner, which was like a pinkish brown and went with a light brown lipstick. That looked like lighter copper with pink undertones, it went very well with the eye shadow and was just different enough. I all I thought it a fun flirty make up job, just this side of ok for the office, that and it made me smile. I dug out the wig and brush, tenderly giving it a once over before setting it on my head. The usual rebrushing slash detangling happened, with me letting it hang in its normal gentle waves on each side of my face. I added the gold hoops, the apparent theme for today. Then I went over to inspect my work in the mirror and I had to say the over all look was great. The yellow of the dress and the gold brought out the same highlights in the auburn wig. The look was different form my normal, but I thought I looked good in yellow after all. I went back to the desk to drop the lip liner and lipstick in the black clutch along with some powder. Cleaning up my make up as Lidia arrived, she was getting good at that, timing it so I was just getting done as she showed up. "Oh wow, I love your makeup!" she gushed. "Why thank you Lidia, did I mention how awesome you are today?" I teased her with a big smile. She just shook her head. "No I do not think you did today," she returned my teasing, in her own yellow dress. "Oh well then, Lidia, You are awesome!" I announced with a bright smile, laughing in the end. She just laughed with me, thanking me. We gathered our books and purses before heading out for another day of classes. Chapter 55 The girls whisked around the office loading the catalogs onto the book carts. Taking a couple at a time and separating them on the cart by classroom. It wouldn't take them much longer and the first couple would be done. They would have to make a few trips but it was better than the alternative of carrying them all over there by hand. Kelly thought it was a pretty ingenious solution to the problem. The book carts were sitting in the library anyway, why not use them for now and return them once the girls were done. Coupling that with a strategic order in which the books would be delivered and placed on the cart to maximize each trip had been another triumph she could add to her resume. In all an excellent solution to a problem even if she did say so herself. She left the girls to finish their work and delivery to the classrooms. She sat back down at her desk in her standard blue skirt suit. Her cr?me colored blouse hid the white wonder bra she wore at the urging of Deanna. Of course Deanna had also talked her into the white panties with the pink heart on the front that nestled under her tan pantyhose. Her blue two inch pumps snuggled her feet and were pretty comfy for heels. Her focus returned to sorting some papers that had to be sent to certain professors. One in particular was the starting of the psychiatric evaluation of one Bridget Honeysett. Which Ann was to carry out tomorrow after classes in Ann's personnel office, which was on the second floor. Ann kept one up there as well as Ms. Sherrim, for whenever they were in town. The second floor offered more spacious offices while these down here were for daily interaction. Ms Sherrim had been in and out today, but mostly she spent her time assisting other professors in classes. Like providing in depth examples of how to make business deals for the business graduates Deanna had told her. Ann on the other hand had been out all day at the other school, the one for boys, over seeing matters there. Deanna told her it was always like this around summer formal, which was another reason why they really did need Kelly in the office. Kelly felt like she was beginning to become one of the team members, learning as she went. The other girls acted like they followed her instructions just as if they would Deanna's or Ann's. She was feeling more confident with her job each day she thought, and comfortable as well. It helped that her sweet heart worked with her, but she still wanted to make it on her own efforts. She felt like she had done a fair job of just that so far, today begin just another example. Kelly set the Honeysett file aside as she had a few other forms to put in it yet. Moving on to the other problems of professors and updating student files. She lost herself in her work as the first pair of carts left for the classrooms. It wasn't long and Deanna came out of her office to look over two more files of students who had arrived last week. Kelly thought she looked great today in her skirt suit, its overall light brown color had coral undertones. Her ivory blouse fit right in with both colors just like Kelly had suggested. As did the light browns of her alluring eyes and the neutral lipstick still made Kelly want to kiss her. Her hair was down on both sides and the suits color didn't clash with her long auburn locks. Her brass hoop earrings, necklace and bangle on her right arm matched with ease, right along with her four inch brown pumps. The only thing that stood out as odd upon inspection was the line up the backs of her legs in her tan stockings. Of course Kelly knew exactly why there was a line in her stockings. She knew the black garter belt that held them up also matched the black thong and matching wonder bra that Deanna was wearing. Why? Because she had taken her lusting time putting them on Deanna this morning. Each article was an exercise in kissing delight as they were individually applied to Deanna's body. Kelly smiled to herself at the memory of that game. Her smile grew as she decided to play that game with Bridget as well some day. Deanna came over to stand very close to her chair touching her leg to Kelly's as she spoke. "I need you to look over these two files and make sure everything is in order, then file them among the new arrivals," Deanna said giving her a hidden wink, and brushing her leg up against Kelly's. "Yes de- Deanna I will make sure they are in order and filed," she replied, just catching herself from saying dear. Kelly dropped her hand trailing it up Deanna's leg before taking the files. Deanna just smiled, turned and swayed her way back into her office, Kelly watching her go the whole time. Finally turning back to her desk and opening the first of the two files. Chapter 56 We had another trying day in English and I left with more homework to keep me busy. Yet I still felt happy during the entire class even while writing down the homework. I had to admit I might get to like yellow, the makeup helped add to my joy as I was proud of finding a different look I liked. Quite a few girls commented on how they liked it as well and how pretty I was. They would be some of the more attractive girls in the class as well, which I never really understood. Like the attractive girls looked in broken mirrors in their own rooms, never seeing the beauty queen staring back at them. Maybe the other girls who hadn't found success with makeup yet were intimidated by me, which was an absurdity all on its own. I did remind myself that it was possible, I was presenting the girl image I imagined myself as and those other girls saw what they wanted to see. When I had asked Lidia about it, she commented that it could have more to do with their own negative image of themselves, than me being pretty. Which I thought made sense, considering I could see a lot of those girls being pretty in their own right. Either way I did appreciate the compliments like any girl would. Etiquette class saw me dancing about. Not because I was happy, but because I was still practicing. I was becoming better Ms Locksby informed me, which brought a big smile to my face. Much less like a boy she added, which deflated my smile just as quickly. Lidia gave me a comforting shoulder hug, to which I gave her a joking pouty lip, causing us both to giggle at my lack of dancing prowess. Some other girls had some success and I thought they were really getting it, better than me. One poor girl fell flat on her butt, which caused some giggles until she started to tear up. Which brought on a group of sympathetic Awww's, a round of hugs and encouraging words. Class was cut short with the arrival of our dress catalogs. Each one had our names on a sheet of paper sticking out the top, like a large book marker. So of course we all had to put our heads together with our mentors and ogle the books right away. On the front was this thin little thing with perfect skin, wearing a spaghetti strapped dress, showing a good portion of leg and a tad of cleavage. I instantly thought they better have something that covers more or I am in serious trouble. Thinking to myself, I could pull off the leg, but there was no way I was going to be able to fake showing cleavage. I showed Lidia and indicated to my chest with a questioning eyebrow. She just laughed at me. "They have other tops, you don't have to show so much if you don't want to," Lidia replied with a goods grin. "Wait, what do you mean tops, aren't they dresses?" I asked. She gave me the wave off hand gesture, like I was getting it all wrong. "Let me explain how it works. Each dress starts with a simple sheath dress base, which they have a ton made ahead of time with varying sizes for the girls. Then each girl picks how she wants the top and bottom to look. The orders are gathered up and sent to a workshop, where tailors spend a week making everyone's dresses. It's easier to do since the dresses are really just being altered instead of being made from scratch. The tops and bottoms are sewn onto the sheath dress, making a unique dress without a large investment of time," she explained. "Ok I can see how that would work, but even so how in the world are a few tailors going to get all these girls dresses done in a week?" I inquired. "Easy, it's not just a few, its fifty tailors. Ms Sherrim explained how it worked in one of my business classes a few years back. See she owns a line of tailoring shops, which is one of her businesses that makes her money. So in order to address this tailoring need, every formal she keeps just a skeleton crew on at her shops, to handle any rush orders and sends the rest to work in this large warehouse altering the dresses. In all it's around fifty tailors and they only have to finish two, maybe three dresses in a week. Now take into account that they are really only altering them which makes it easier on them, not to mention they do this kind of work everyday. It's like having fifty experts handling alterations," Lidia elaborated. "Cool, how long do we have to decide?" I asked curious as to what I could pick. "Only two days, then you need to have the order form filled out and returned. This gives them a little over a week to finish them. Once you get sized, they have all your measurements to make the alterations from. Which reminds me, there will be someone here today in the cafeteria after classes to get our sizes, it shouldn't take that long," Lidia answered. "Oh I guess I will get sized twice in two days then," I added without thinking. Lidia chuckled and gave me big eyes hiding a grin. "And just who took your measurements?" I realized my slip and looked embarrassed I know. "I um, Ms Dunterbaum did. It was for some blue skirt suits, I need them for when I go over to Kellies on the weekend to help her clean up around the house, so I don't get my normal clothes dirty," I confessed, because well, the truth was far less embarrassing then any of the other reasons that ran through my head. Lidia's smile only grew. "I see, are you going to be the new office girl when you graduate?" I had barely caught what she had said as I was just coming to terms with what had rolled out of my mouth. Not from embarrassment, but from the realization that I had decided to speak the truth and what had been in that truth. Lidia caught my confusion and dropped her smile as she became concerned. "What is it?" she whispered, resting her hand on my shoulder, to comfort me. "I just realized two things, one I called the apartment Kellies, as if it wasn't mine anymore. It's silly but it hurts even though I know it's not really true," I replied with a sad smile. She rubbed her hand on my shoulder to sooth me. "Sometimes it hurts to let parts of our past go, but you are a different person now and hopefully a happier one. It doesn't mean you have to lose the people in your past, you have just changed and situations might have to be rearranged to accommodate those changes," she said with a reassuring smile. Her words cracked my smile into a brighter one, because she was right for one. "That's, pretty sound advice there Dr. Reynolds," I half teased her. "I know, who would have thought the psychology classes would pay off, right? What was the second thing you realized?" she added with her own cheery smile. My smile grew as I got a giddy feeling in my stomach. "I referred to these dresses as my normal clothes. I didn't think about it, it just seemed so natural, so right. In that one sentence I confirmed that subconsciously I feel normal. I have rarely ever felt normal in my whole life Lidia, even as a child." She wrapped me in a large hug, class be damned. "Congratulations and welcome to the normal side. I haven't been here all that long myself, but the water doesn't feel bad after all, does it fishy?" "No, it feels wonderful," I said returning her hug. We both hadn't noticed the class had grown very quiet during our conversation. Only when Lidia and I parted our hug did we both realize that most everyone was watching us with endearing smiles, all the mentors were anyway. Ms Locksby was standing in front of us just beaming. "I'm glad you feel normal for once, Bridget. You look like your learning to swim pretty well, now if you keep trying, we might even be able to teach that fish to dance," she added, with a wink at the end. Her last comment brought a laugh from us all, as she smiled and left us to our own. I was still a little concerned about how much of the conversation they had caught. It couldn't have been too much because no one asked who Kelly was, so I thought my secret was safe for the moment. In our conversation Lidia and I had forgot about our catalogs. I opened mine to where the paper with my name on it was. Down the page on the paper were two smiley faces with ponytails sitting right next to one another. I knew who had put them on the paper, just not which of them had done it. It also let me know they were thinking about me. I leaned over to show Lidia, who just smiled and showed me her paper. It also had a smiley face, but it was winking and had a large hand giving the thumbs up gesture. I knew they approved of the job Lidia was doing as my mentor, I had to agree with them. Lidia and I spent a few minutes going over the catalog pointing out different looks to each other. She helped me find the tops that covered my breasts completely, only showing my arms and a small patch of my neck. There were actually a lot of choices, so I would have some options. The dresses also had a variety of options for the bottoms. They even went into small detail showing how they pinched the top, or cut a line in it for lower necklines. How several different bottoms could be added or altered with a tightening of the hem or cutting a line up the side, all sorts of things. The bell chimed about this time and we packed up our things to make our way to the next class. Beauty class was a short one as everyone was excited to get a look at the catalog. We did manage to have an actual class with some teaching and just enough time for me to get another bit of homework added to my every growing pile. I got comments on my makeup today from the professor and a few of the other mentors as well, which I thanked them all for. That didn't last as soon enough we were all digging back through the catalog looking for what we wanted to wear. Mathematics class ended up being the same way, half the time teaching, a dash of more homework for Bridget. Finally succumbing into an exchange of catalog ideas for each other, as we ran into something new with each page. Fashion class just became all about the catalog, as I guess it really did fit in. Each girl spent time throwing up her initial ideas about what she wanted to pair together. Then we would review how the combo worked or what rules it broke according to fashion law. Most I agreed with and some I just didn't understand. Never the less, I still wasn't able to escape the class without an assignment to make up. I sighed, as I was going to be a busy girl tonight. Chapter 57 Once class ended we grabbed our books, my pile of homework and our purses. Lidia wrapped her arm leisurely in mine as we headed down the all. I was always amazed at how easily she could balance her books and purse on one arm and still keep it in place. Mine always wanted to slide off my shoulder, and I had to fight to keep it there, Lidia thought it might be force of habit or maybe my shoulder muscles were differently shaped than hers. Either way I loved having a purse, but it could sometimes be a real pain. I had to laugh after a few seconds of thought. Lidia just gave me a giddy questioning eyebrow. "Just thinking of how to keep my purse on my shoulder, how long ago I would have dreamed of having that problem," I let her in on my personal joke. "I am sure you will have lots more of those little problems so solve now, Ms Normalcy," Lidia commented with a warm smile. I returned her smile, laying my head on her shoulder. "I love swimming Lidia." She laid her head against mine as we carefully walked down the hall. "I know you do and I am glad I could be here swimming with you when you learned how." "Me too," I added, truly appreciative of having Lidia as my mentor. We straightened up as we were about to reach the cafeteria and the line for registering your measurements was already visible. So Lidia and I got in line behind a bunch of other girls, when Teresa turned out to be right in front of us. She turned around giving us a big hi and girly hugs for each of us. She was wearing the standard uniform of the black skirt, white shirt, ankle hose and Mary Janes. However even in her uniform she looked anything but standard. Her hair was back in a single bouncy ponytail, wearing no foundation on her clean complexion. Only a touch of turquoise eye shadow, brown eyeliner and mascara, adorned her large blue eyes. Her pouty lips still carried their touch of pink lipstick. I had to admit they did look kissable, I was slightly envious that mine didn't have that quality, oh well you can't have everything you want. Her breasts seemed just a tad too large for her body and her wide hips stood out even if she wasn't leaning to one side. She looked almost like some videogame character that many an adolescent male had dreamed of, yet she was real. "Wow look at you guys, don't you both look so pretty. I love your makeup Bridget, you might have been rockin that dress before, now you are the one outshining it," she added showing me her great smile. "Thank you, but I just try to look good. I think your clothes get jealous of how good you look before you even have to try," I said in return with a teasing smile. "There you go again, winning a girls heart, with a few simple words. If only you were a boy," Teresa fired back with her own teasing smile. "Hello, mentor needs some love here," Lidia interrupted with a fake pouty lip. Teresa and I oohed and awed over Lidia, both of us hugging her on separate sides. "Oh Lidia please, the day you wear a bikini to a pool you better bring a gun," I reassured her. That brought a chuckle from both of them as Lidia asked. "And why is that?" I got a roguish smile on my face as I answered. "Because a stick won't be efficient enough to beat all the boys off of you. You will have to shoot them as they come running. Maybe you could just graze the cute ones, give them a better chance without letting them know you did it on purpose," I ended with a wicked little grin. That caused them to bust out laughing, I had to join them in the end, it was a pretty funny picture. We quickly quieted down though as everyone in line was wondering about the source of our amusement. Teresa just shook her head at me, leaning into whisper to Lidia. "If any of the cute boys manage to get to you before they talk to Bridget you might get to keep one or two," Teresa said with a teasing smile for me. Lidia just giggled back. "I know, right?" she said confirming my supposed sly tongue. "Whatever, any boy couldn't be any safer with me than if he was with his own mother," I tried to counter their teasing. Lidia and Teresa laughed a little with both their eyes getting big. Teresa added with a smile. "So are you saying you don't like boys?" Her smile never left her face as she waited for me to answer. I got this half look of over confidence on my face as I was about to confirm just that. When I realized what I was saying. My eyes about popped out of my head as I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh at my own slip. Lidia the little stinker never stopped me. Teresa leaned into me to whisper. "Your secret is safe with me, you're not the first lesbian to walk these halls." I was flooded with relief at her words, I had escaped with only begin thought of as a lesbian, instead of something with far greater consequences. I mentally vowed to guard my mouth better in the future. "Thank you," I told her with genuine appreciation. She told me I was welcome before a devilish smile crept across her face as she shifted her hip to the side, resting her hand on it and tilting her head. "Have you met Megan yet?" she asked with the biggest smile. "Oh yes!" I replied fanning myself. This had them both giggling at my antics. Causing more girls in line to look our way again, starting their own giggling at our repeated silliness. "If I ever see boys burst into flame around her, it wouldn't surprise me in the least, that girl is seriously hot," I added with emphasis on hot. This had the affect of another round of giggles coming from all of us and a few other girls who caught my comment. That was before we had to abruptly be quiet as down the line came Deanna dressed very nicely in a brown and coral skirt suit. She stopped in front of us, confident she had found the source of the giggling. "Lidia, Bridget, Teresa, should I ask what we are talking about?" She asked sternly but slightly amused. "Just girl talk, Ms Dunterbaum, I didn't mean to disturb anyone," I replied, I figured since I was the one causing the problem I would answer for it. "Oh you know something about that do you?" she asked me with a slight smile and a questioning look. The others might have thought it was and odd question, but I knew what she meant. "I am working on socializing with others like myself, so I hope to learn," I answered sweetly, thinking that should cover anyone's curiosity. "Be that as it may, your socializing is causing a disturbance, no matter how amusing it is," she said in a friendly tone. "I apologize, Ms Dunterbaum," I answered with a small smile. "Accepted, now why don't you come up front, so we can get you through the line as I am sure you have more than enough homework to finish yet," Deanna suggested, with a lazy hand indicating farther up the line. "Yes I do, Ms Dunterbaum, thank you," I agreed making my way past her to head up the line. She gently swatted me on the bottom as I passed her while saying. "Don't thank me, this isn't a prize girl, its punishment for not conducting yourself properly while waiting in line. Now scoot." Chapter 58 My eyes opened with surprise at the swat on my behind, which all the girls took for correction I am sure. I didn't expect it, but it actually turned me on a little, knowing it happened in front of everyone else. I did scoot faster either way and I decided to wear my gaff more often as I was worried about my true feelings showing in my panties. I bit my tongue to take my mind off what had just happened. It worked as the stirring in my panties calmed with the pain. I made it to the front of the line and waited for the current girls to finish, with my hands demurely folded in front of me, a posture I had automatically adopted once she spanked my bottom. Deanna and Lidia came up to stand next to me with Deanna only smiling at my hands. I seen her smile at them and had to bite my tongue again at the memory of our game. If this continued I would be known as wounded tongue girl before long. Three tailors were taking measurements of three different girls as three others wrote down their information. After the first girl finished Deanna had me take her place standing up on a stool and the process I had went through last night started all over again. My sheer sleeved arms were once again held out to my sides as she measured them, then I had to hold up my hair as she made her way around to different parts of my body. Tickling me in various places with her hands, even though I knew she didn't mean too. In all it didn't take all that long, ending with me once more taking off my heel to size my foot up. Somewhere in sitting down on the small stool, a small feeling of joy crept through me as I had to carefully take off my heel and still retain my modesty. It was the mental reinforcement that arranging my dress was causing me to remember, that and I loved the look of my feet and painted toenails in my hose. A refreshing sigh escaped me as I put my heel back on, because it was clearly a girls shoe, it was mine and finally I felt pretty when I put it back on. Lidia was next as I stood next to Deanna awaiting her to finish with my hands again folded in front of me. Deanna didn't say a word to me or act like I was any different than any of the other students. I tried not to fidget, but my attire was in my thoughts and bothering me for some reason. I just couldn't get the little burst of joy out of my mind at the realization of how prettily I was dressed and standing here in the midst of all these girls. I think their acceptance of me as just one of the girls helped to fuel that joy. Lidia was finished and Deanna audibly excused us to the study hall, with an emphasis on me getting on that homework. I confirmed my compliance as Lidia and I quickly left. I couldn't help having a spring in my step as we made our way down the hall. The inner joy was still taking too much delight in being one of the girls. Lidia just shook her head at me. "You need to be careful about what Teresa called you," Lidia reminded me with an easy smile. My joy dimmed a bit at the thought of Teresa calling me a lesbian and what problems that could cause if it got around. "Yeah I got carried away and wasn't watching my mouth," I replied in agreement. "Well it is a good thing for you Teresa can be trusted, someone less honorable might try to use that knowledge against you," Lidia warned me. "I don't know what I was thinking really, it felt so wonderful to be accepted as a girl. I just relaxed and let my real personality out. I want to really be taken for me so badly I forgot to guard myself. Hey why aren't you yelling at me for almost blowing my cover or try to you stop me?" I asked in the end somewhat confused. Lidia smiled warmly. "What cover? You are the living as the girl you see yourself as now. There is no cover anymore, be that girl all the time. Just remember like any girl who likes woman too, while you're here that knowledge must be guarded. Once you are out in the real world you can express yourself anyway you want. You aren't the only lesbian here even now, but all those girls know they need to keep that to themselves, so as not to create problems. But while they are here, it is also a way for us to prepare them for the less than accepting world they currently live in. So be careful who you let know that, as rumors and jealousy still happen in these walls and it can quickly make life tough," she advised me. "Your right, I am falling back into hiding who I am, thinking that you should have stopped me. I need to be more aware of the girl I am presenting to the world and how my sexual desires might create problems. I will try to take your advice to heart Lidia," I confirmed, my thoughts focused on how I wanted to be seen. We had arrived at the study hall once more and I sat my homework and purse down on one of the many tables. Pulling out one of the chairs, I smoothed my skirt under me as I sat down, digging a pen out of my purse as I crossed my legs. Lidia took a seat next to me and was earnestly looking over the dress catalog as I dived right into my homework, starting with English. Chapter 59 Kelly moved about Deanna's kitchen making sure everything was cooking correctly. She had removed her blue jacket and had only the Cr?me colored blouse on with the blue skirt. Her hose she had discarded as well in favor of just her plain legs as it left her feeling cooler and more relaxed. She had popped the blue two inch heels back on as they were relatively comfortable and so as not to be walking around barefoot in the kitchen. Stirring a pot with a wooden spoon during her inspection, she was satisfied it was close enough too done. So she turned down the heat to simmer, to keep it warm enough, until Deanna came back from her errands. A quick check of the oven confirmed the contents were equally done and so a reduced temperature followed there as well. Her meal on hold and still waiting, she washed her hands in the sink, wiping them on the towel hanging on the stove and decided to freshen up a bit before Deanna got there. Walking into the bathroom she examined her face, noting her makeup held up pretty well through out the day. She touched up her eye shadow and mascara, moving on to retrace her lipstick. A dab of perfume on her wrists and another on her neck, each rubbed into place. Running a brush through her hair and playing with how it sat, before returning to the kitchen. Kelly had just finished checking on the simmering food for a second time when she came in the door. Deanna still looked great in her brown and coral skirt suit, especially the way it hugged her athletic body. She swayed over in her brown heels to plant a seductive kiss on Kelly's lips while her hand gently cupped Kelly's face. "Hi honey, I'm home," Deanna said with a sly little smile. "Yes you are baby," Kelly said returning her kiss and smile. "I'm starving, is it ready?" Deanna asked, breathing in the aroma. "Just waiting for the final scrumptious dish to walk in the door," Kelly replied with a wink. That earned her another kiss from Deanna, before Kelly opened the oven to pull out the roast, setting on top of the burners. She sliced it up as Deanna went about getting them both drinks. Plates followed and were filled, leading to both being seated at the dining room table with drinks and silverware accompanying. They each took their time enjoying the first few bites of the meal in silence before they broke into discussion around the food. "I had to discipline your sweetie today," Deanna commented with a sly smile before taking a bite. Kelly chortled, setting down her glass from her drink. "Oh really? What did she get herself into this time?" she asked. Deanna finished chewing and swallowed her bite. "She was causing a giggling disturbance with Lidia and some other girls, while standing in line. I think they were talking about, of all things boys," she replied amusingly. Kelly smiled to herself. "Sounds like she is making some friends. Maybe they were talking about her date, Sebastian?" She posed before taking another bite. Deanna thought. "Perhaps, but Sebastian or just making friends, I took the opportunity to swat her on the behind, as if I was truly punishing her, which of course I wasn't," Deanna elaborated before taking a sip of her own drink. Kelly giggled with her mouth still full before swallowing. "And how did she take that?" She asked still amused. A devious look passed between them as Deanna replied. "I would say she liked it very much. She adopted her proper posture with her hands in front of her, folded together, while she waited to be measured. If I didn't know any better I would say she was biting her tongue too," Deanna replied brightly. They both laughed together, enjoying the affect they each had on Bridget, returning to their food as they further contemplated Bridget's reception to their game. A few bites lost in thought, brought a comment from Deanna. "Perhaps we should play the game once more, when she comes over again?" Deanna inquired. "That might be fun, but I don't think that would be a good idea. I don't want her to think we are taking advantage of her, or we are being sadistic. I couldn't bear her thinking of me as cruel, flaunting my beautiful girlfriend in her face," Kelly said suddenly somber. Deanna smiled warmly at Kelly. "You wouldn't let it happen and she knows you better than that, dearest. It is one of the reasons I love you. Is their some other game your beautiful girlfriend could help you play?" she asked taking another bite. Kelly only returned Deanna's smile before a twinkle in her eye caused her smile to curve into deviousness. Deanna arched an amused eyebrow at her actions. "There is a game I can think of, if you are willing to play it?" Kelly asked still retaining her frisky mood. Swallowing her food, Deanna answered, "For you dearest, I would be willing to do a lot." "Then how about we play a new game, we can call it, promises," Kelly suggested with a sultry grin, before explaining the details to Deanna. Chapter 60 I flipped though page after page of tops for the dress, as I wondered what I should try to pull off. Oh how I never thought I would be doing just this so many days ago, but here I was in earnest trying to find the dress that would allow me to appear my best in. A wonderfully girly thing to have to do, and I didn't miss the significance of it. Nope, I flipped the page, nope again I told myself, flip, flip, followed by a maybe and an earmarked page. Lidia's flipping and silent nopes echoed my own as she enjoyed the same process. This was how it had been the last hour for the both of us, as we sat in the study hall. My home work had been my focus for the three previous hours, with Lidia's only lasting a little more than an hour. In the time difference she had been casually flipping through her dress catalog, earmarking pages for the both of us. I joined her after the aforementioned homework had been conquered. She had showed me several suggestions, most I didn't like, as they weren't the style I really saw myself in, which was fine with her as she had just earmarked almost anything that would work for me. Each idea we went over, with reasons for what I did like or why I didn't like something. Some I just earmarked in my book as maybes, so far nothing had struck me as "ooh must have." Lidia had earmarked some very conservative ideas for herself. Which I immediately made her forget as I had seen her body in most of its glory and there was no way I was going to allow her to cover it up. She deserved to be able to show it off some and enjoy the attentive rewards that would bring. She was an attractive girl, with a great body, I thought she had a chance to share those great curves with everyone else. She didn't have to be overly revealing, but she could at least wear something that accentuated those curves. We had a couple of good ideas for her, but I hadn't really found an outstanding winner for myself and we had run out of time tonight for further pursuit. So we packed up our things and headed out of the study hall. Again we walked with our books cradled in our arms, purses over our shoulders, in time down the halls. "I guess I knew that the dance was coming, I just never imagined I would be picking out a dress to wear on a date with a guy." I shook my head in amusement. Lidia laughed at my discomfort. "If you look as good that night as you do today, I don't think Sebastian will be looking at much else," she lightly teased me. I playfully swatted her shoulder. "Thanks, but I would rather he just had a good time, and nothing more. He really seems like a nice guy, he just has very different problems to deal with than we do," I replied. "That might be, him being a good guy and all. But despite what you may feel you are still going to attract guys, even if your interests lay elsewhere. You are starting to embrace who you are and I think you are only going to get prettier from here on out. Like most girls once you are happy with who you are, it is going to show in how you act and that is only going to add to your attraction," she added with a sympathetic smile. "Lidia thanks, that's really sweet of you. I think I will just be me, but I can see where guys might be attracted to me. I mean I do dress and do my makeup with some decidedly male input," I replied. "You are welcome girl. Your makeup and dressing will improve even more, but that's not what I mean. You are already beginning to put your personal stamp on how you look, but more importantly your personality is also starting to shine through. You had almost that whole line of girls laughing today and you were talking about boys, which I know isn't one of your favorite subjects. When a girl finally gets comfortable with herself and lets her true personality out, one that is fun and friendly like yours is, she attracts attention from everyone, as people want happiness and warmth in their lives," Lidia informed me. "Oh shit, you mean I am going to be popular? Lidia I don't know how to be popular," I asked in true worry. Lidia just laughed at me. "Silly girl, you are already popular, you just don't know it. Be true to yourself and you will be fine, just don't forget to keep your preference for the female form a secret," Lidia smiled brightly at me. I just sighed, not really knowing what to think about her revelation to me. We had reached my door by then and after a girly hug, Lidia wished me a good night. I went in setting my books and purse on the desk. I took a moment to look at myself in the full length mirror. It wasn't some strange girl who looked great in the yellow dress with her makeup done in shades of copper, it was me. I sighed as I thought of how I was going to handle being a popular girl, I just wanted to be a girl. The truth was I loved the way that girl in the mirror looked, even more so when I forced myself to acknowledge I was that girl. "I am still going to be me, the girl, Ms popular or not," I assured the mirror. I took out my hoop earrings, removing the wig afterwards, breaking the image of the auburn haired girl in the mirror. I messed up my hair as I wondered what I would look like as a short brown haired girl. I didn't spare it much time though, returning to my undressing task. The wig hung gingerly in the closet, I removed my heels placing them down below. The dress followed in the correct mesh hamper bag and with the tan pantyhose next. I grabbed one of the two remaining nightgowns left from the dresser drawer, easily slipping into it. I had been leaving my breasts and bra on lately as I wanted to get used to having breasts. Girls didn't take theirs off at night why should I? I returned to the desk to remove the makeup from my face. It wasn't long and the plain face stared back at me. Somehow I looked different, perhaps I just was finally seeing the girl without the makeup. Either way it didn't matter to me, I was confident in who and what I was. I set my alarm before crawling under the pink comforter, to sigh with delight in my comfy bed. Chapter 61 A loud noise awoke me from my sleep. I could here soft cursing coming from the other side of my door. We didn't have a night watch walking the halls, none that I knew anyway, so I was curious as to who could be outside my door. I stealthily rolled out of bed to lightly creep across the floor. Guy skills every girl should be trained in, a lot more of them would survive the scary movies then. I silently listened with my ear against the door. I could hear muffled cursing and some sniffling crying. I slowly turned the handle to not make any sound and ever so carefully cracked open the door once the handle stopped turning. Light peeled into my room hurting my eyes, but soon I was able to make out a kneeling girl, dressed in the standard uniform of black skirt, white shirt, no ankle hose and wearing the Mary Janes. Her sandy blond hair was cut short and her build was gangly, she was plain faced and mostly flat chested, like she hadn't eaten well in awhile. She was picking up clothes off of the floor, cursing with tears still leaking from her eyes. I opened the door more so I wouldn't be talking though a crack. I knelt down so I wouldn't be standing over her. "You ok?" I asked. The girl promptly jumped out of her skin, spinning around to fall on her butt and scattering all her clothes. It was an amazing all in one move, but I didn't think she could repeat it again if she tried. I realized then I was sitting in the doorway of my room still half in the dark, very boogieman like. I moved out into the hallway light asking her again. "Are you ok?" She just started crying more, looking at all her dropped clothing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," was all she said trying to pick it up again, crying all the while. "Here let me help you," I said as I crab crawled around picking up some of her clothes as I was still bent down trying to cover myself with my nightgown as much as I could. "You don't have to help me man, ok, just don't tell anyone you seen me, ok man, and I wont tell them nothing about you, I swear ok?" she said between sobs, picking her clothes up in a wadded pile. "Its ok, I will help you and I won't tell anyone I saw you. Just tell me what are you doing out her with all your clothes?" As soon as the question left my mouth I felt like an idiot, as it was pretty clear what she was doing, running. She stopped picking up her clothes and gave me a look with her brown eyes, that the stupid question deserved. I just held up my hands, indicating I didn't need an answer. She returned to picking up her clothes still sniffling as I tried to help her. "In my stupidities defense, you did just wake me up," I stated giving her a friendly smile. That got a sad laugh from her, but not much else. She finished picking up her clothes into a wad, I had a nice folded stack that I was going to hand to her. Seeing my stack she just started crying again. "Just tell me what's wrong, I am not stupid all the time, I swear," I tried with an easy smile. A half sob, half laugh escaped her, as she looked at me with her red tear streaked face. "What's wrong? I don't belong here man, that's what's wrong. I don't fit in with the rest of the girly girls ok? I don't even know why I agreed to come here. This place, so isn't me man," she said sighing heavily. "Well let's at least fold up the rest of your clothes, so you don't drop them. You sure you don't want some socks? I mean you are looking at a very long walk and in those shoes without socks, your feet are going to hate you," I tried to reason with her. She just half smiled at me, and I thought she looked familiar. "I don't want to wear the socks, they are too girly, attract too much attention. I appreciate you being cool to me and all, but you don't have to help me. I am sorry I woke you up, k. I just need to split man." She stood up stacking both sets of clothing together and clutching them in one arm. I stood up with her, extending my hand to offer her a goodbye, she didn't seem like the hugging type. "I am sorry I never got to really know you, uh." It occurred to me then I didn't know her name. "My friends call me Liz, my real names Elizabeth, but that's too heavy for me," she said taking my hand and smiling weakly. It clicked where I knew her from. "It's nice to meet you again Liz, I'm Bridget, Lidia introduced us at the recreation room, last Friday," I said in a friendly tone. She just looked at me like I was crazy. I also recognized her as the girl who fell down in etiquette class today, but I didn't think she really wanted to be reminded of that right now. "You can't be Lidia's Bridget, she has long auburn hair and no offense chicky, but she's much prettier," she replied letting go of my hand. I had to laugh at the prettier comment, I just smiled really big. "Well again in my defense you did just wake a girl from her bed. The auburn hair is a wig, this short boy looking stuff is really mine," I stated scrunching up my short hair. She still looked at me like she didn't believe me. "No shit?" she asked in disbelief. "You can come in and look at the wig if you want? That is unless you got somewhere real important to be in the next two minutes?" I asked with an easy smile. She looked down at her pile of clothes in her arms taking a deep breath. "No I guess I got a minute, but then I gotta bolt." "Fair enough, come on in," I said turning on my light and inviting her in. She came in looking around the room, like it looked odd. I didn't ask, as I was digging out the yellow dress and putting the wig on my head. I turned around with the wig thrown into place and held the yellow dress up to me. "See, you will have to imagine the face as it takes me awhile to do it," I replied batting my eyes at her in silliness. She plopped down on my bed with her mouth open as the recognition showed on her face. "Well shit, it is you man. I am totally blown away," she stated with genuine surprise. "And you thought I was just some boy looking thing hiding in her nightgown," I added putting the wig and dress back in the closet. "I wouldn't say that, I mean you still look girly, but you are just so pretty when you're all dressed up and stuff, I just thought that was how you looked all the time," she replied looking down. "Would you like to look girly?" I asked taking a seat next to her. "Oh that aient me man. I'm too boyish, ya know? I mean I aient got the goods. Even if I did, I don't think I could take all that time to learn that stuff and then messing it up everyday. It just takes to long to figure out, right, you already been here awhile and all," she explained getting up to leave. "Wait, it really isn't that hard, I mean I have only been here about a week and you wouldn't believe how far I have come," I assured her, thinking how true my comment really was. "No way man, that shit just can't be," Liz doubted me. "I'm serious Liz, its been about a week since Ms Sherrim caught me working in the flowerbed with my panties hanging out, then she put me in those dresses and changed all my classes," I stated truthfully. Which was pretty much the truth, expect I didn't have any classes before she caught me, but hey who's splitting hairs, right? Liz chuckled at my panties hanging out and sat back down. "Oh man that had to suck," she said. "At the time I was balling my eyes out to tell you the truth, I felt so stupid. I thought I would never be good at being a girl. I mean before she got a hold of me, I was the closest thing you could get to a boy in panties. Even before that I dressed like a guy, I hung out with guys and I practically was one of the guys. Now look at me, I love being a girl," I carried on. There I was again skating along the edge of truth so close, sparks should be flying off my tongue. It was technically, well mostly the truth. Liz just watched me in partial disbelief, like you can't believe what you're seeing, but you know it's true. "How did you learn it all so fast?" Liz asked, almost captivated. "Well when Ms Sherrim found me, she had Cheryl do my nails that very same day. I had the wig and dresses the next day and I have been dressing that way since. You learn pretty quickly to smooth your skirt under you and sit down in those dresses, you just naturally feel pretty and you can't help it. I have been in beauty classes every day, which really helps with the makeup. I also have a great mentor in Lidia who is like a best friend," I stated matter of factly. I saw the sadness in her eyes. "Sounds great man, but I cant do that, I aient pretty enough like you. I gotta bolt man. This place aient for me," she stated standing up again. I stood up too. "What do you mean you aren't pretty enough? Didn't you just accuse me of not really being me in the hallway? I don't look that much different than you do," I asked in earnest. "Well yeah but-" Liz tired, but I never let her finish. "So I wonder what would happen if we put you in those dresses and found you a wig of long hair and did your makeup? Think you might look a lot different?" I fired away. She paused at the thought, I could tell she liked the sound of it. The desire was open on her face. "Have you ever owned any clothes like these?" I asked gently. A few tears fled from her eyes as she answered just as softly. "No." "If I could get you dresses and a wig and makeup of your own, would you be willing to stay for awhile? Just to try it out?" I asked quietly, taking her hand in mine. She half smiled. "You got connections and you only been here a week?" She asked in return. I slyly replied in jest. "I know some peeps, I might be able to hook a sister up." She laughed at me. "And what will it cost me?" Her eyes were guarded again but she never let go of my hand. "Nothing more than staying here and putting forth an earnest effort to become the best girl you can be," I insisted, sitting down on the bed and making her sit down with me. "I don't know man," she replied looking down. I squeezed here hand gently. "And what's waiting down the road? Anything? You have a chance at something you have never had here. You can always leave if you don't like it," I urged her. She just looked up at me, her eyes said everything, she wanted it, that chance, but somewhere in her life chances had never worked out and she was scared of this one too. "I'm going to ask you the same question a beautiful woman asked me sitting in this very spot about a week ago," I said with a warm smile. She sighed heavily. "What's that?" she asked in a small voice and weak smile. "So Elizabeth, are you game?" I asked with the biggest smile.