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Chapter 62 I awoke in my pink bliss to my alarm buzzing repeatedly for me to hit it, ok it was really trying to wake me, but its destruction sounded like a good idea. I restrained myself and lightly tapped it to silence. I awoke again to its buzzing, realizing I had drifted right back to sleep. Damn it. I hit it again and purposely sat up, throwing back my covers and swinging my feet over the side of the bed. I gently rubbed my eyes so as not to stab my eye out with one of my nails. Something I was seriously concerned about doing during some slip of awareness. Standing up and turning the alarm off for real this time. I staggered over to the mirror. "Sweetie, you, look like shit," I told myself in the mirror. I still rubbed my hands half heartedly all over my breasts, down my stomach, over my crotch and around my ass. Carefully scratching it in the end, girls still scratched their butt in the morning, right? I staggered still over to the dresser trying to convince my tired legs they did need to function this morning. Reaching the dresser I opened the drawer to remove the only pair of panties and bra left. I added laundry retrieval to my day's list of things that had to be done. I had no idea where I was going to fit that in, but hey I would have to find the time. Showing up naked to class I am sure was not lady like, especially not as a boy. Lidia showed up and I knew somewhere I was behind where I should be. "Wow, you look like crap, what happened? Did you sleep at all?" she asked when she came in the door. "Thanks, to long to explain and yes I think so. Need shower please," I mumbled as I put my robe on realizing I hadn't been wearing it, I knew something was wrong with that thinking, but I was too tried to care. Lidia laughed at me, helping me out of the robe and the nightgown. Putting the robe back on me and the nightgown in the hamper, afterwards grabbing my bathroom stuff as we headed to the showers. Walking down the hall helped my legs to get used to moving and I began to wake up more, only to realize I was really going to have a hard day being this tired. I sighed as Lidia just urged me along. Once I was under the hot water, I stayed in place, just enjoying the warmth. Running it across my face, helped to bring more life to me and soon I was running body wash all over. The warm water had helped to ease my stiff limbs and I had regained my senses enough to start hurrying as I knew I was running late. My hair was washed in haste as the adrenaline pumped new energy into me while my worry increased. Dressed, robed and fast walking down the hall, I promised Lidia I would explain things once we were on our way to class. Back in my room again, Lidia wasted no time in leaving as we had some catching up to do if we were going to be on time to English. Oh boring English so early in the morning, how cruel I thought, as I scurried around the room gathering my things. The cr?me dress, the last pair of pantyhose, and my black strappy sandals, came together on me in a rush. I took more time with the pantyhose, as it was just too easy to put a run in them and ruin them. Seated at my makeup desk with my heels already on, I grabbed all my makeup out in bunches, quickly putting it on the desk. I hurriedly spread my foundation all over my face, amazingly streak free. Two fast taps of concealer followed by excitedly tapping fingers, covering my dark circles under my eyes. Vigorously applied swathes of powered, hopefully set it and I gave the edge blending a once over. Eyeliner took concentration and time or else it look like you let some preschooler color on your eye. For eye shadow, I just went with a bronze toned brown above the lid and the cr?me colored on the lid, I didn't bother with anything more complicated. Mascara followed in fast strokes, a few quick brushes of light brown blush on my cheeks were next. Finishing with a neutral lip liner and lipstick applied in what had to be record time. The final product was surprisingly good looking, I laughed despite myself before grabbing my wig out of the closet. I gave it the quick brush out, then put it on my head, gathering the hair a ways down in back before flipping it over and clipping it to the back of my head with a clear hair clip. I picked out one strand to contour my face in the front, from the gentle curves on the side of my head, before putting in my gold hoop earrings once more. Lidia had returned and I switched out my lipsticks and lip liners in my black clutch, putting the powder back in as well. Quickly grabbing up our books and purses we made it out the door to scamper down the hall to hopefully arrive on time to class. Chapter 63 Kelly parted from caressing Deanna's lips with her own, to lift herself from Deanna's body, where she had pinned her against the door, before letting her get out. She thought she just couldn't help herself as they walked down the hall. Deanna looked captivating in her cr?me and tan skirt suit. The jacket and skirt were a rich color that reminded Kelly of vanilla ice cream. Deanna's blouse and heels were a caramel color that kept the overall effect from being to bright, more like a nice summer warmth. Her auburn hair was held back in a pony tail by a single bronze broach, that matched her small hoop earrings and the bracelet on her arm. The soft tans of her eye shadow gave her a natural look, but left her green eyes to shine as the only color beside her reserved burnt sienna lipstick. The lipstick color being somewhere between a rust color and a quiet pink. Kelly smiled to herself as the only hint to the naughty articles that lay underneath that outfit were the lines that ran up her copper colored stockings. Deanna's outfit made Kelly want to just hold her close and share soft slow kisses. Not the wildly passionate, clothes flying off kind, but the soft confidently slow kisses that lovers shared. She knew she had truly fallen in love with Deanna, somewhere they had went from sexual partners to life partners, the kind that stuck together. Which she was pretty sure Deanna didn't mind at all. The trick was finding a way to mix both Bridget and Deanna into the same household. Kelly had been thinking of just that lately and how she could make it so. Her latest idea had promise, in more ways than one, but that would require some giving from everyone involved. She had made up her mind already to accept them both, now it was getting them to accept each other that remained as the hurdle. She idly wondered what it would be like to have two wives, before they arrived at the office and the days challenges. Deanna adopted a business demeanor, making her way into her office, despite the tickle of her hidden attire. Kelly in her standard blue skirt suit, took a seat at her own desk, sorting through the tasks she had left for herself from the day before. Turning on her computer she decided to address a few morning emails before getting to some of the other tasks. Her hand brushed the Honeysett file with its post it note on top, indicating hand delivery as its reminder in pen. She had written that on purpose, as she wanted to talk to Ann in person about some things, before Ann had her first session with Bridget. It might be slightly intrusive, but it was her love and well, she was butting in anyway. She went back to replying to a few emails from some professors, requests for information, updating files with observational input, with a few questions jotted down of her own to ask Deanna later. It was her morning routine now and she was solving problems before she set off for that meeting with Ann. Chapter 64 "So what did she say?" Lidia whispered to me. "She only said she would think about it, I don't even know if she went back to her room," I replied sleepily. I had spilled the beans about last nights encounter between stifled yawns. Another day of English survived, though today's difficulty had been increased given my lack of sleep. We continued on our way down the hall, as my feet tried to claim they never liked heels. I still enjoyed the way I was dressed but I was tired, my feet hurt and I basically felt frumpy. I guess everyone can have a down day now and then, today I was having mine. Lidia brought me back from my wandering thoughts. "Well you did good trying to give her reasons to stay, I just wish a mentor had found her, or perhaps if you would have been here longer to offer her some better advice. Disasters never wait for a good time to come though," Lidia considered out loud. "We will find out soon enough if my reasons were convincing," I replied, indicating to our Etiquette class. "Let's hope for the best," she added before we walked into class. I noticed right away the chairs were all against the walls again, the middle of the room bare. I could have sworn my feet groaned at the idea of another day of dancing, but I would push through. Lidia nudged me and gave me a head jerk to her right. I followed her hint to see Liz standing over with her mentor, a girl I didn't know. Liz's eyes were red and her face was slightly puffy, I assumed she had been having a rough morning to. I mustered all my energy, as I forced myself to become more awake. Ignoring Ms Locksby for the moment and everyone else I walked in a bee line to Liz, who looked up as I approached. I gave her a warm smile and a giant non girly hug as her mentor got a confused look on her face. Liz shuddered at first then just returned my giant hug, squeezing me tight. Everyone needs a good friend at some point, and I guess fate had thought I would make her a good one. We parted to a silent classroom as I took her hand in mine while everyone was suddenly interested in us. I ignored them all, as that wasn't my purpose for coming to her. "I am very glad to see you today, how you holding up?" I said with earnest eyes. She gave me a weak smile. "It's nice to see you too Bridget, but I aient sure this is me man. "The world is filled with people who will tell you, you can't. The first step to proving them wrong is saying you can," I said with heat in my voice, because it was a lesson I had taught myself many a crying night before I got here. In her eyes I saw the little girl in there somewhere who used to believe she could, but she had been knocked down, kicked and beaten till she could barely whisper maybe. A stuttered sob escaped her lips as her heart begged her to believe. "Just try it once, just say I can for me now, and later you can say it for yourself," I said with a mischievous grin, as if I was urging her to do something the world didn't want her to. She half laughed half sobbed again, before I got a soft, "I can." "Yes you can sweetie, and don't you ever let them tell you otherwise," I said with a stern face looking her right in her eyes. I cracked a smile as I quickly followed up with. "Keep saying it and soon you will answer you can't with, watch me motherfu-" I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth as Liz and my eyes bulged at my close call. We all erupted in laughter that filled the silence after my cut off statement. Ms Locksby quieted us down to restore some order to the classroom. "Well Bridget, perhaps you could come over here and apply some of that can do attitude to learning to dance?" Ms Locksby interrupted, while still carrying a small endearing smile for me. I sighed before telling Liz, "I can, I can," winking in the end. I left Liz with a small grin on her face and just maybe the small girl in her eyes had gotten to stand up. It was father than that little girl had been in a long time I thought. I caught Lidia and Liz's mentor standing close, whispering and nodding to each other when the music started. Dance I did, danced my damn butt off, not because I needed to, but because somewhere in my heart, my little girl hadn't believed she could and I heard her whisper, "Watch me motherfucker." Chapter 65 Kelly stood with the brown file in her hand, out side the office door on the second floor. She took a deep breath and exhaled into the plaque with gold letters on the black background that read Ann Mercer, before she placed a solid knock on that door. A quick "come in" followed and Kelly turned the brass doorknob entering through the doorway. Her heels sank into the soft beige carpet as she made her way inside to warm yellow walls with white base boards. She would have called it loud, but the cherry wood chairs, long coffee table with a cherry and black leather couch really tamed it all. A few tall plants decorated the corners with the silver and white lamps in opposite corners. Right above the couch sat a long thin waterfall with a mirror behind it and two small lamps on each side, very relaxing she thought. "Back here," Ann called from a side room off to her left. Kelly turned to see Ann sitting at a large cherry desk with two more chairs done in black leather, in an adjoining office. She had on a Teal suit jacket with a black blouse underneath, some silver hoops in her ears and a silver watch on her arm. Her short grey hair was in its standard messy chic style. Ann smiled waving her over as Kelly returned her smile making her way over with the file in her hand. Ann folded her hands on her desk greeting Kelly warmly. "What can I do for you Kelly?" Ann asked. "You requested this I believe," Kelly replied just as cordially handing her the file marked Honeysett. "Ah yes, I will be seeing her later today, you didn't need to bring that up here yourself. But that's not why your really here is it?" Ann asked taking the file and looking into Kelly's face. "No not really," Kelly replied steadying herself. "Please sit down and tell me what's on your mind," Ann said indicating to one of the chairs. Kelly took a seat, taking time to smooth her skirt under her and cross her legs. She took a deep breath, looking Ann in the eyes before answering. "I am here regarding Bridget's welfare," Kelly said firmly. Ann adopted an inquisitive look, before adding, "Go on." "First I am concerned with her being restricted from me so much, I feel like she is being separated from a stabilizing force in her life. One who has helped her deal with the very problem she is embracing now. Her decision to continue on living full time as a woman was done with out my input, so I have not influenced her thought process in that and I support her effort to find happiness one hundred percent. However the psychological strain that puts on her lends itself to requiring some grounding influence from a trusted source," Kelly explained. "Which is why she has a mentor, but you bring up valid concerns, please continue," Ann added. "Her mentor has proved to be wonderful, however without any true family support system she may generate feelings of abandonment, even with new positive people surrounding her. Those people are not grounded in her past and she may develop a disconnect from her former self, when an evolution is needed to her new identity. She must see herself growing into this new person, not as two separate entities." "Also valid points. So you see yourself as her family source to bridge the gap from her old identity to her new one?" Ann asked further, leaning back to give consideration to Kelly's points. "In a sense yes, but more to the point as someone her old persona identifies with and someone who will embrace and encourage her to be honest with herself when developing her new persona. She must see her new life as a continuation of her old life. My extended interaction and acceptance of her as a woman will bring about the realization that she is the same person, but with a different outlook than she had before, not a different person because her physical gender may change. Her mental gender identity has remained female, the same as always, which has been the root cause of her discomfort with herself for years." "I can see you really did pay attention in pursuit of your degree, that is pleasantly refreshing let me tell you. Now let me explain why I felt it necessary to separate her from you," Ann said sitting forward. "I had originally thought that perhaps your acceptance of her dressing had encouraged a furtherance of her fetish for cross dressing. Yet even separated from you she continues to accept herself as a woman, as far as her professor's report. I thought that presenting the difficulty of her restrictions would push her real desires to the surface and force her to question her true motives. However Lidia has only reported one incident of emotional breakdown so far, which lead to Bridget voicing her fears, only to have her return the next day more resolute than before and that was prior to me forcing your separation. So I doubt that she will stray from her chosen path now. However I can see the importance of having a supportive family influence, especially one with heavy ties to her male past. So I am also going to assume you have come up with some way to accommodate her greater interaction with you?" Ann elaborated. Kelly nodded. "I have an idea, it occurred to me after her last visit. It is my understanding that every girl here contributes to the betterment of the school in some way, shape or form?" she posed. Ann nodded her agreement. "That is true, are you thinking of some job that Bridget could fill that would allow her more time with you?" she offered. "Two actually. One that evolved from her old responsibilities as my boyfriend, just chores that anyone sharing an apartment have and now that she is gone are left for me to do. I felt that her taking up these old responsibilities would ground her new life in her old one. The familiarity of her surroundings would also comfort her and coax her into accepting herself as the same person in her new gender," Kelly suggested. Ann weighted her idea for a moment before answering. "Very therapeutic and good for an adjusting individual, I like it. What was the other one?" Kelly smiled mischievously before she let Ann in on her idea. Chapter 66 I sat upright, legs crossed in the blue fabric chair, its warmth sucking me in. My elbows were on the table with my hands folded across each forearm over top my dress catalog, holding it open. My head was looking down like most of the girls in the class room, with my hair falling to barely cover the sight of my eyes. If anyone had been paying attention they would have noticed I hadn't moved in about five minutes or more. My breathing was coming in slow rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. I had my eyes closed and couldn't care less if the perfect dress was on that page, right now I needed rest and that's just what I was getting. Sneaking it where and when I could. Mathematics, beauty and now fashion classes had been like this. Every chance we got to spend time looking at the catalog, I spent mine sneaking a bit of rest in when I could. A nap would have been like gold right about now, but fate would have left me snoring like a log probably. So this had to suffice. Lidia had been watching over me, since we had left Liz and her mentor Brandy. Both of whom I had met on the same night I was at the recreations room. I chalked not recognizing Brandy earlier to just being plain tired. Either way they both had hope somewhere in their eyes when we walked out of that classroom. I hoped that Liz would stick it out long enough for me to find a way to get her into semi- formal attire. I had an idea, but it wasn't a sure fire thing. The bell chimed and my time in restful hiding ended. Lidia and I picked up our books, catalogs and purses, making our way back to my room. We had talked earlier between classes how to handle the afternoon. I had homework to do still, I had my hour psychological session with Ann and somewhere I had to find time to get my laundry. All in all it really wouldn't have been that hard to do, had I not been dog tired. I could do my homework now, but my thought process was shot. I knew I wouldn't be affective at solving any problems nor in any shape for mental exercises. The final plan had been for me to head back to my room to catch an hour nap while Lidia went and retrieved my laundry. "Normally I would not do this for a student, but I know you spent your night trying to help another student stick it out," Lidia said walking with me arm in arm. "I will forever be grateful, Lidia, I just want some rest before I have to go talk to Ann. I think it is really important for me to be focused when she is asking me questions," I said trying to ignore my feet's protests of today's choice in heels. "Yes it is very important. It's also very important for you to be completely honest in your answers; otherwise you are just hurting yourself," Lidia added. "Hurting myself how?" I asked, with a fuzzy brain and just not generally following her train of thought. "If you lie or hold back, she might come to the wrong conclusion about you. There isn't some cut and dry way to determine someone's psychological state. You have to get a feel for the person, so she will be trying to understand Bridget the person. That's the person you need to show her," Lidia further instructed me. "Ok, I will keep that in mind, right after some sleep," I replied blinking a couple times to clear my head. We arrived at my room and once inside, Lidia gathered up my old laundry to drop off, as I removed my wig and heels, laying gingerly down in my bed on my back. Folding my hands over my stomach, so I hopefully moved as little as possible, as I drifted off thinking I didn't remember hearing Lidia leave. Chapter 67 Deanna signed the check made out to the locksmith, handing it to the middle aged man standing in her office. He was well groomed in his work clothes, polite and held his business demeanor to very respectfully while he had been here. Something Deanna was not used to dealing with, when it came to men. She thought either he had been used to interacting with beautiful women who locked things away, or that was just how he professionally did business. She had assessed by his mannerisms, the latter was most likely the case and thought better of him for it. He thanked her and told her it was a pleasure doing business with her, leaving his card in case they found themselves in need of a locksmith again. She assured him they would call him if they did, as she escorted him out. Thinking all the while what a pleasant difference he had been as opposed to the water heater man. At least one of them knew how to properly do business. He pulled away with a wave, from his light truck with its bed capped and locked with a small door, sealing away all his tools of the trade. She returned his friendly wave watching him drive down the road, before turning back toward the administration building. Deanna thought she would pass his name on to Ann as a possible referral for future work, as good business, deserved good word of mouth advertising. She made her way back inside, locking the front doors as the locksmith was the last of today's business. Meeting Cheryl at the front desk, as she was closing down the computers, still in her standard blue skirt suit. She was a still a student but had been here long enough and proven herself trustworthy enough to work the front desk and generally help around the office. "You can go ahead and take off, I will close up the rest," she said politely to Cheryl, she liked Cheryl as she was one of the more mature acting girls here. "Thank you Ms Dunterbuam, you have a nice evening," Cheryl replied, gathering her purse and things. "Thanks Cheryl, you too," Deanna answered with a warm smile, as Cheryl made her way down the hall to leave by a side door. Deanna made her way back into the office to find Kelly punching away at her computer answering emails from professors before the day ended. Kelly cracked a smile as she caught Deanna out of the corner of her eye, entering the office in her cream and tan colored skirt suit. "Everyone gone for the day?" Kelly asked, still typing away. "Yeah Cheryl just left, I just need to grab my purse," Deanna said as she walked into her office. She shut down her laptop, moved a stack of papers to the center of her desk to be addressed first thing in the morning. Locking her desk while she was at it, she picked up her purse and made her way back out to Kelly. "I'm getting hungry, how about you babe?" Kelly asked with a considering look on her face, as she shutdown her own computer. "Yeah I am, what did you have in mind, honey?" Deanna asked in return, leaning against her desk, crossing her copper colored legs and caramel heels. Kelly swiveled in her chair to face Deanna with a large naughty grin. "I was thinking ice cream," she answered in reference to Deanna's outfit. Deanna cracked her own smile at Kelly's comment before standing up and rubbing her hands down the sides of her breasts of over her hips. "Sorry this dish you put together for someone else, sweetest," Deanna added, rubbing her hose clad legs together, finishing with a wink. Kelly sighed sitting in her chair with her own legs crossed, watching Deanna's own little show. "That's one lucky girl," Kelly commented admiringly. "Twice as lucky really, but I wont forget to return appropriately decorated," Deanna said playing with the hem of her skirt in her hands. "Promise?" Kelly asked with a large smile. "Promise," Deanna stated, blowing Kelly a kiss in at the end. "Then I will just have to wait till later to eat my ice cream," Kelly sighed again in sexual anticipation. "Yes, you most definitely will," Deanna agreed. Chapter 68 I was in the most comfortable hammock, swinging gently back and forth in the wonderful summer breeze. Someone far away was calling me, as the hammock rocked faster. I wanted it to slow down, but it wouldn't, and that person calling me was getting annoyingly loud. I awoke with a start at Lidia's hand shaking me and giggling. I was still in my bed lying on my back. A quick glance at the clock showed it was two hours later. "Mom says no, you can't have five more minutes, even if it is hammock time," she continued to giggle. I had to grin. "Hey it was a comfy hammock I will have you know," I replied in my defense, wondering if I had asked mom for more time in my sleep or if she had just added that part. "Either way its time to get up girl, I let you sleep longer as you really do need to be refreshed when you see Ann. We will still have time to get to your homework when you get back," Lidia said sitting down in my desk chair. I sat up stretching my arms and legs, while swinging them over the side of the bed and yawning. I wiggled my hose clad toes, which felt great, before I reached down for my heels, placing them back on my feet. "How do you feel?" Lidia asked idly bouncing the foot of her crossed legs. I made my way over to the standing mirror in the corner. "Much better actually, I don't feel fuzzy brained anymore," I answered. I looked my reflection over; I didn't appear to have slobbered on myself which was a relief. Most of my makeup was intact; a little touch up would be required here and there, but nothing more. My dress didn't have any large wrinkles in it, not even in the back so I must have stayed pretty still while I slept, I thought as I twisted about looking at myself. "I gathered up your old clothes while you were snoring like a lumberjack and took them down to the laundry room. I also put away the clean clothes I brought back," Lidia explained moving to sit on my bed. "You are awesome, Lidia, and thanks for letting me sleep longer, I guess I really did need it," I told her, picking up my wig and gingerly putting it back in place on my head. "No problem, sister. After seeing Liz today I understand why you stayed up with her, even now she seems close to bolting," Lidia considered out loud. I sighed as I adjusted the wigs fit and look. "I am surprised she is here still, I was afraid when we entered class today she was sure to be absent. If I can just help her to live a little, she might find enough reason to stay," I added myself. "She needs more reason than living a little, to make it. You can't make her choice for her," Lidia chided me. I sat down fishing out my makeup for the minor repair job. "No I can't, but I can give her more reasons to stay. She has to make it Lidia," I replied brushing some powder around my face. "Lots of girls leave of their own free will, you can't force them to stay. They have to want it, like you do. Why is it so important to you that she make it?" Lidia asked curiously. I sighed, paused in patching my eye shadow. "Because I don't deserve to be here and she does." It was the real reason I hadn't gone back to sleep last night. Liz had left in plenty of time, but I had lain awake in bed staring at my room and couldn't shake the question, "what if Lidia had been Liz's mentor?" That one question had troubled me something terrible. Lidia came up off my bed in a huff, grabbing me by my arm, turning me to face her stern eyes. "Don't you dare feel guilty! You want this more than a lot of girls here. Nothing is given to anyone and you are struggling right along next to these girls trying to learn the same things they are," she fired back at me. I set my makeup down. "But I wasn't meant to be here Lidia and whose place am I taking? What girl won't make it now because I took her chance with a brilliant mentor?" I asked sternly. "We have all lost girls as mentors, each one chooses her own path, and we only try to help them make the right choice," Lidia answered me, her fire cooled as she let go of my arm. "Can you honestly tell me you would lose Liz?" I asked searching Lidia's face for truth. She opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it. For a heartbeat, we stared into each others eyes as she couldn't refute the fact; she really thought she could help Liz stay. "It is not a fair question, I don't know everything about Liz and she might not react to me in the same way she has to you," she tried to defend my question. "Now you're making excuses and dodging the question. But we both know what the real answer is," I replied calmly as I turned back to the mirror to finish my face. I heard Lidia sit back down on the bed. "What do you hope to prove by saving Liz?" she gently asked. I took a deep breath looking at her in the mirror. "That I deserve to be here. That my occupation of a room and a mentor, didn't cost a girl an opportunity at something better. In saving one girl from a terrible fate, I have justified my taking the place of another." "And just who are you justifying this too?" Lidia calmly asked. "Myself mostly, but to anyone who might find out about me someday," I replied, exhaling slowly and steadfastly marching on, in putting my makeup away. "You don't owe an explanation to anyone for trying to live a life that you want," she tried to console me. "No I don't, but I do have to justify the manner in which I tried to live it. Could I honestly say I am not indebted to this school or you?" I asked turning to look at her. She just shrugged her shoulders at me. "You don't owe me anything," she answered. "So you say, but I feel like I do, and I believe in paying my debts. I don't have any money to give, but I can help other girls while I am here. So that not only will I know, but if others find out about me, they will know too, that I wasn't just a boy living a fantasy to fruition. I tired to help others and gave back for the position I occupied," I finished. Lidia took a deep breath before asking, "And what will it cost you if you fail with Liz?" "A lost opportunity for her and me, but I have already bought my ticket for admission, I just need to help others so I can pay my passage," I answered determinedly. "Fair enough, but just make sure the price you set for yourself isn't too high to achieve," Lidia advised me. "That's why I have an awesome mentor. To keep me grounded." I smiled at her. She only smiled back at me as she knew there was no point in trying to change my mind, I had already made it up. We made a quick trip to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth, before we came back and I finished reapplying my lipstick. I put a few things in my purse as I put it over my shoulder; it was time I got over for my meeting with Ann. Chapter 69 Ann sat in her Teal pant suit at her desk looking over Bridget's file. It had been filled out before to look complete, but now it really was her file and had been completed more so than many. If someone with any knowledge of the school procedures were to look it over, they would wonder just why it was so complete. Not something a new student would normally garner so early in her development. Yet that very development was the key to understanding it all, but she had to set that aside for another time. A firm knock came on the door to her office and Ann knew it was time. She granted entrance with a stern audible cue, as she arose from her desk closing Bridget's file. Lidia and Bridget entered in matching cr?me colored dresses and matching heels as Ann made her way out of the back office to greet them, with a pen and a pad of paper in her hands. "Bridget, Lidia, you both look beautiful today," Ann said warmly. "Thank you Ms Mercer," they both replied in almost unison. Ann took note of Bridget's appearance and how closely she blended in with Lidia's. No defining thing set her apart from the girl that stood next to her. Oh sure, maybe a stronger line in her jaw, or just a tad broad of shoulder, but things that she could share with many other genetic girls. Her legs certainly gave not hint to her true gender, most likely the envy of more than one girl, also something she probably wasn't even aware of. "You can leave her with me Lidia, and return in say about an hour?" Ann instructed and yet made it sound like a request as well. "I certainly will, Ms Mercer," Lidia replied cordially. Lidia turned and exchanged a girly hug with Bridget, before leaving her with a final encouragement that Bridget would do just fine. Parting with a girl wave and a smile for them both as Ann observed Bridget respond naturally in the same manner, just as she had with the hug. Bridget turned back to her as Ann said, "Why don't you take a seat and we will get started." Ann indicated to the couch, as she took a seat herself in the chair. Watching as Bridget sat her purse down on the coffee table, taking care to arrange the strap around it in an orderly fashion. Smoothing her skirt under her she sat on the couch crossing her legs. Her mannerisms didn't note a practiced response, but rather an ease in her attire Ann thought, she owned her clothing, the outfit truly was hers. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" Ann asked idly pretending to arrange her note pad and pen in some preordained preference. "No, not even close, I don't think, Ms Mercer," Bridget responded with a gentle shake of her head. It was clear the girl was nervous Ann considered as she added, "Well just relax and you will be just fine. Why don't you lie down, we will talk about why we are here." She watched as the girl readjusted herself to lie back, being mindful of her modesty and the lay of her hair on the pillow. Ann noted she had put her hair on the outside so that it would hang down rather than hide it in between the couch and herself. It was the first note Ann made, right along with the awareness to smooth her skirt down over her thighs, while she gingerly crossed her ankles. She had clearly adopted her new attire as her own without shame even in the presence of someone who knew her formally as a boy. Confidence in presentation was her next note. She had seen this before at brunch but thought that might have been for Ms Sherrims sake, today it was just them. "I am going to ask you some questions to just get a feel for how you are doing, and then if you want to talk about something in particular we can do that. Do keep in mind that there are no right or wrong answers to these questions, so just answer with however you feel. Also feel free to call me Ann, there is no need for formality here. Ok?" Ann informed her calmly. "Ok," was her simple answer. Ann leaned back in the chair, relaxing as she thought about what she was going to ask, observing the reactions and answers. "How do you feel today?" she started simply. Chapter 70 I sat and thought about the multitude of things that came to mind, not really sure what to say. "Just answer with the first thing that comes to mind, don't preprocess, just respond. Again there is not right or wrong answer," Ann encouraged. I exhaled and just fired away with whatever was going to roll out of my mouth. "I'm stressed, tired, happy, sad, giddy, and strangely content. Could it get any more confusing?" Not the start I had envisioned, but there it was, truthfully. Ann lightly laughed at my response and I felt a tad more at ease. "Normal for a girl just starting her first full week at school, I am glad for the honesty. Why do you feel strange about your contentment, in all those emotions? I'm just curious," Ann continued. "Well for one, because it doesn't fit in with the roller coaster of the others," I answered honestly, it was kind of perplexing me too, where that thought had come from. "Ok well lets look at the other emotions you described and maybe we can understand where this contentment comes from. Tell me what comes to mind when you think of those emotions?" Ann inquired, writing something down on her pad. "All right, I am stressed from school and trying to learn so much that I just don't know about. Dancing, clothes, beauty, rules, not mention just trying to fit in with the other girls. That seems to drain the energy right out of me more than any job I have ever had. Yet at the same time I get little shots of giddiness throughout my day whenever I see myself, or in the process of just doing my daily routine. Somewhere in this, just being me, makes me happy, without having to carry someone's preconception of what I should be. The acceptance of my fellow students without the judgment in their eyes on how I should act. Lastly the sadness comes from being away from Kelly, I can't share my new life with her, I don't get to experience my joy with her," I babbled, with my hands moving around as I talked, while the reminder of my nails added to the giddiness I just described. "Good, good, and what about those things makes you feel content, if anything?" Ann further encouraged. "I don't know, the stress comes from everything I am trying to learn, but I feel like I am getting all the information on being a girl I could ever want, even stuff I wouldn't think to ask about. I don't feel lost anymore, or stupid about stuff, I feel more knowledgeable about what I am trying to do. Even though it stresses me, trying to cram it all in my brain, I feel better for it. That taps me out during the day, after class, homework and just generally learning how to live like this. But in the end I love it, I feel like I am accomplishing something, like I'm winning," I explained. "And the other emotions? Giddiness, happiness?" Ann prodded. "I get giddy when I forget and then remember how I am dressed or maybe when I walk, or even now just seeing my nails and knowing they are mine. It all makes me happy, the dressing, the makeup, really just the living in general. Not having to hide, not worrying how people will see me. Being able to be myself around other girls, and having them just accept me for myself. Having friends who compliment me on my looks, are stupid as that may sound. Waking in the morning with the knowledge I get to be a girl again today and somewhere under it all, I don't feel weird anymore, I feel normal, solid, right," I offered. "What about sadness?" Ann continued to prod. "Not sharing all of this with Kelly makes me sad. Not being around her to share my giddy moments or just sitting next to her when I am happily dressed. Doing things in life with her as a girl, like washing dishes with her, or having dinner, or even waking up and doing my makeup in the morning. Nothing about that makes me content, its just takes away from it, but every one of those things I long for in the contentness they would bring," I finished slightly sad. "I see, I see," Ann replied scribbling hastily away on her note pad. "You expressed feelings of gaining things during your time here. Do you feel like you have lost anything?" Ann asked. "You mean besides a life with Kelly?" I asked back. "Sure," Ann answered me. I thought about it a second, then it hit me. "Yeah, yes I have," I smiled. "And what would that be?" Ann inquired, jotting down something on the pad. "I have lost the desire, that haunting inch to dress whenever I got a chance. The reminder that I am not supposed to do that all the while being urged to just put on some female clothes, the call of that comfort in a skirt and heels. Now everyday I get to do it without feeling like I have left a piece of me stashed away in a closet somewhere." "Interesting," was all Ann said while she made some notes. I saw my chance. "Speaking of lost, can I ask about something?" "Sure," Ann answered suddenly attentive. I thought to tread carefully. "How do you determine that someone should wear semi-formal clothing as opposed to the normal attire?" "Well it depends on how large a difference that needs to be made from their former life, or if perhaps the normal clothing isn't having the desired affect. That being of instilling a sense of change in the girl, then semi-formal attire may be assigned to reinforce the idea of a new beginning or break from their formal self. So they can make a healthy change. Why do you ask?" Ann explained. "For two reasons, one because I wanted to confirm that it was for the reasons I assumed it was. Secondly because I think I know a girl who could benefit from it," I added. "You have been here barely a week. Are you sure you are ready to make those judgments?" Ann asked politely. "I have seen the way she looks at my clothing Ann. I recognize that tormented look, that desire to try it on just for a day, an hour. The longing for something you have been told you can't have, or worse, maybe you're not worth," I finished looking at her. "Maybe she isn't ready to handle the responsibility of the attire, do you think it would be wise to force that on someone who isn't?" Ann asked carefully watching me, I noticed her pen hadn't moved. "Would it hurt to ask her if she wanted to try? You could always give her the option of going back if you thought it might be too much for her," I asked in return. Ann was quiet for a moment as she just considered me. "Why is this important to you?" she asked me. "Because no one should have to live like that, when it would only take someone's offer, to make a change. Someone was kind enough to give me a chance, why can't I return the favor?" I answered. "Tell me the girls name and I will look into it, I cannot promise I will agree with you, but I will ask if she would like the opportunity," Ann inquired, pen at the ready, still watching me. I let out a breath I had been holding. "Her name is Liz, I mean Elizabeth, but she goes by Liz and her mentor in Brandy. She is in my etiquette class and Lidia knows who she is," I replied. Ann wrote her name down and I noticed she kept right on scribbling on the pad adding far more than just the girl's name. "Do you like helping people Bridget?" Ann asked still scribbling away. "I guess so, but that's not why I asked for her," I answered not really understanding what she was getting at. "I realize that, I mean do you like working with the purpose of helping someone, like when you visited Kelly for instance, despite the circumstances surrounding your visit," she continued, not looking at me and still making notes. "Well sure, I would especially like it if I got to see more of Kelly," I added, thinking I might shoot for the angle while I was fishing for an answer. "Interesting point you bring up there. Every girl is required to help out around here and after today I think you are well suited to take on some responsibility," Ann explained, finishing whatever she was writing and looking at me. "You mean like a job?" I asked. "Yes just like a job as a matter of fact. Girls in the real world are required to hold down a job, just like you will be. It might also give you some stress relief," Ann added, making some more notes. "I don't know, I am already pretty tired with school and all the extra home work. I was hoping I would be able to spend more time with Kelly, once I got caught up with my homework and proved I was really trying." "Suppose I were to grant that request, provided you were able to hold down some responsibility along with maintaining your school work?" Ann asked. "Agreed!" I practically shouted, almost before she finished her sentence. Ann just smiled at me, jotting down some notes while she said. "Quite the motivated response. I understand that during your last visit to Kelly you agreed to take on some of the more mundane duties around the house, in order to alleviate some pressure off of her?" "That is correct," I answered, a bit confused as to the train of thought. "Well you can start there then. Only you will be required to attend those duties on every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. As well as providing your services to Ms Dunterbaums apartment as well, given the nature of Kelly and Deanna's relationship, I don't think that should be a problem." "No problem, no problem at all," I agreed readily, hell I thought I was getting of easy, ah how soon we agree sometimes. "Of course that doesn't really constitute a job per say, as every girl has responsibilities every day. So during the days you are not... house cleaning for your dearest's, then you will work the front desk or aid in the offices of Ms Sherrim and I," Ann added with a grin at her teasing of me. "Um ok I guess," I responded, less enthusiastic at the thought of more time spent working. "Do bear in mind, that when you became a student you quit being an employee. However given the nature of your; acceptance as it were, Deanna and I decided to continue paying your wages and spilt the cost between us. So as not to further incur more hardship on you and Kelly." I was dumbfounded; I didn't really know what to say. I never suspected they would do that. I was already prepared to lose my car and what ever other bills I had to sacrifice, for Kelly to live comfortably. "Thank you, Ann. I would be glad to help out however I can," I stated with genuine thanks. "Glad to hear it and I will hold you to it. Now you won't start your duties until next week, so you will still have some time to catch up on your missed assignments. Also you will still be required to attend these weekly sessions, so that will not change. One change I would like to make however, is moving these meetings to Thursdays. Its much more manageable and it will give you more time to experience your jobs before we meet again," Ann informed me as she wrote on her pad again making a big circle with her pen on something. "Is there anything else you want to ask, before we end our session for this week?" Ann asked me with a gentle smile. I could only answer no as I was slightly overwhelmed with everything that had just happened. Ann told me I could sit up or remain comfortable while I waited for Lidia to return. There was some paperwork to do in her back office, so she was going to get on it and looked forward to me getting started next week. I had to thank her again, to which she was grateful and only encouraged me to stick with it, before returning to her back office. I sat up on the couch, straightening my hair and adjusting my skirt, before digging out my compact and checking my makeup while I waited on Lidia. I didn't sit long, when her knock came at the door. Ann instructed me to answer it, as I should get used to greeting people. So a quick wave and good bye saw Lidia and I on our way back over to my room, to retrieve my books and then head to the study hall to hit that homework. Chapter 71 I sat at the study hall computer, typing away on my outline of fashion influences of different generations and their effects on market trends. It wasn't an essay or anything, but just mostly a review of what we had covered in class. Still it was important to show I had grasped their impact, just from an enrichment point. It was harder typing with nails than without, but you got the hang of just using the space in between your finger tip and the flat of your first knuckle. At least that's what I was doing. The short hop back to my room had been a review of our assignments and what to bring to the study hall. Everything, pretty much covered it for me I thought. Lidia again was only saddled with some light homework, but then her real homework was sitting right next to her, me. We had been here for quite awhile and I was nearing the end of my daily ordeal. Today seemed easier or perhaps I was just getting better at doing homework. Either way, I was happy to see the end over the horizon. She flipped through her dress catalog as I tried not to catch my sheer sleeve on the edge of the desk. I was pretty sure she had narrowed her selection down to a top ten, maybe. That poor girl was seriously Miss Indecision when came to her formal attire. The fact she could wear any of them and still look fantastic didn't aid her in the process either. I barely had a chance to look over them and I planned on putting some time in tonight doing just that. Lidia hadn't said much coming back from my meeting with Ann. Truthfully I hadn't either as my mind wondered on what all Ann and I had talked about. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of being the house cleaning girl, but it gave me more time with Kelly and I would suffer a lot for that time. I had been truthful when I told Ann that source of sadness. In the end this wasn't the way I had pictured me spending time with her, but I could understand tying it in with fulfilling my contribution to the maintenance of the school. Lidia had only asked how I thought the first session went, to which I had to honestly replied very well. That had seemed to be all the explanation she had needed, never prodding me for further details. I absently wondered how I would handle this load of homework with my duties? What would working the front desk be like? What duties would I be filling in aiding in Ann or Ms Sherrim? All questions that piqued my curiosity as to how they would earn me more time with Kelly. I felt a sharp pain in my hip, again the culprit was a girl and her catalog. "What do you think of this one?" Lidia asked me as I rubbed my hip where she had poked me with her pen. "It looks great and I am sure you would look fantastic in it. Like the last twenty you have shown me. Do you have to poke me so hard?" I commented still rubbing my hip. "Well since you were dreaming, instead of doing your homework, I had to bring you back to earth somehow. Are you about finished? We still have to find a dress for you at some point," she smiled while teasing me. "Yeah, just let me wrap this up," I replied, jotting down the last line, a summery of my overall thoughts. A few minutes later and I had managed to write something that satisfied what I was trying to say, which was always harder than it should be. Simply say it and type it out, but it never came off that way. Finished at last, I printed it out and put it in a folder for safekeeping. This small amount of time passed, Lidia had found an entirely new dress and yes it was just as beautiful as the last twenty or twenty one as it were. I quickly organized my other assignments to make sure I had all of them done. Then put them in the folder with the fashion assignment and gathered up my books. Lidia let out an exasperated sigh closing her dress catalog and following suit. She would have an easier time if she just let it fall to a page and then picked one from that page. But I didn't think she would be satisfied in the end. I couldn't blame her, I wanted something nice too, and I hadn't even gotten to really look through the catalog. Thinking of why I had been so busy brought me back to thinking of the meeting. "Is there something you want to talk about? You have been really quiet since you got back form you meeting," Lidia asked walking arm in arm with me, down the hall. "I was just thinking about the meeting with Ann. I think it went really well and I didn't feel like I was being interrogated," I replied. "Well good, that's what you're supposed to do. Sounds like you too had a good talk; do you think you learned anything from it?" Lidia inquired, as we continued down the hall. "Yeah I did, but I think Ann learned more about me. Oh yeah I am getting a job, well two actually," I answered idly. "What?!" she asked excitedly. "I am getting a job, Ann said she thought I was ready for some responsibility. Ok well two jobs, one is helping clean apartments and the other is helping with the front desk. That and aiding Ann or Ms Mercer rather, and Ms Sherrim offices. Though I don't really know what that means, other than sounding like a third job," I replied. She gave me a giant one armed hug. "That's great! Congratulations!" she beamed proudly. "Thanks, I guess. I mean it will give me more time around Kelly, with the cleaning of her apartment and all, but working the front desk to, is going to kill my free time. Not to mention aiding Ann; well Ms Mercer and Ms Sherrim," I answered somewhat troubled. She just stopped me in the hallway and looked me in the face like she expected to find something. "You have no idea what this means, do you?" she asked somewhere between amused and baffled. "Apparently not, clue me in," I answered, feeling once again I had missed something. She just groaned, and pulled me along again. "Girls aren't giving responsibility until they are viewed as stable enough to handle it. That means whatever you two talked about convinced her that you are ready to move on to handling a job or two as you put it. That's pretty awesome considering that was your first meeting. You should really be happy," she said shaking her head at me. I took a second to digest what she was telling me. Then it dawned on me. "You mean she sees me as a functioning girl?" I asked with a beating heart. Lidia just beamed at me. "Enough to see how you handle some responsibility as a girl. It's a big step for the regular girls here, as it means they are progressing. In your case it means she is accepting the girl you are presenting and the one she is seeing. And it takes more than a good looking girl to convince her you are ready. What did you say to her to make her accept you so fast?" she stated. "Honestly I don't know. I just tried to follow your advice and be the real me. Bridget the person, as you put it," I added, somewhat euphoric as we reached my door. "Well there must have been something you did, to assure her you were ready for working the front desk," Lidia offered, walking into my room. I was looking down, trying to think of what if anything I had said that could have convinced Ann, when I ran into the back of Lidia who had stopped abruptly just inside my room. "Hello, Ms Dunterbaum," Lidia said, as I walked around her to find Deanna seated on my bed. "Hello Lidia, hello Bridget; I was beginning to think I would have to track you two down." Deanna said to us. "Hello, Ms Dunterbaum," I echoed Lidia's greeting, looking over Deanna in her cr?me color skirt suit, her copper colored legs, casually crossed. She cracked a smile at me, never getting up off my bed. I don't know who dressed her today, but she looked alluring to say the least. Even her makeup was more noticeable than it had been in the past, like she wanted you to know just how beautiful she really was. I made my way over to set my books and purse on the desk as I had to stop starring at her. That's when I noticed the tube of pink lipstick and lip gloss that were standing on end, on the desk. I knew I hadn't left them out. "We were just finishing up Bridget's homework as she had her meeting earlier with Ms Mercer today," Lidia explained, with Deanna's effect apparent in her voice. "It is all right, I have not been waiting that long. Lidia would you excuse us, there are some things I need to discuss with Bridget. I also want to make sure she gets to bed early tonight, after her professors reported her dozing off in class today," Deanna said standing up from the bed, with a friendly smile for Lidia. "Ok, sure. I will see you tomorrow Bridget," Lidia said making her way over to give me a girly hug and a hidden questioning look. I could only give her a hidden shrug of ignorance and return her girly hug. "See you tomorrow, Lidia." "Good night Lidia and keep up the good work," Deanna said encouragingly as she held the door for Lidia. "Thank you Ms Dunterbaum, I will. Good night," Lidia replied as she passed Deanna to leave my room. Chapter 72 I watch Deanna gently shut the door when I noticed the line running up what I knew were her stockings now. I had been watching the way her skirt caressed her ass when I saw them. I couldn't help it, Kelly's girlfriend was hot. She turned easily to catch me looking at her legs and smiled to herself. "Please come over here and sit down," she said indicating to the bed. "Yes, Ms Dunterbuam," I answered, smoothing my skirt and crossing my legs as I took a seat on the bed. "You professors reported you were not your bright and cheery self today in class, napping from time to time as well. Anything you would like to tell me about?" she asked swaying over to the desk to check her make up in the mirror. "I had stayed up late, as I was concerned about a fellow student. I have already talked to Ms Mercer about it today in our meeting and she is going to look into helping the girl. So I think it will be ok, Ms Dunterbuam," I answered, once again drawn to stare at her legs. I think it was the fact that her copper legs were a darker color than their usually tan or nude hose. The light skirt only seemed to announce her shapely legs all the more. Right along with the four inch caramel heels that added tone to her calves. It really wasn't my fault I was drawn to them, I was a leg man, or leg girl as it were. I trailed up her body with my gaze to find her smiling at my admiration in the mirror. "Well good, I am glad you were able to settle that with Ann and I trust you will make sure you have plenty of sleep this evening?" she asked making her way over to stand in front of me, with a grin still on her face. "Yes Ms Dunterbuam," I replied, wondering why she was really here. She suddenly got a serious look saying, "Not so long ago you and I stood in this very room, just like now. How different we both are today. Are you happier now Bridget, than you were then?" she asked carefully watching my face. I recalled the exact day she was referring to and how I was dressed now compared to then. I thought about my wonderful cr?me and black dress, pretty tan hose, the heels on my feet, the makeup adorning my face, the nails shining on my hands. Then I thought about the outfit I had worn that day. The simple tan shorts, the plain white shirt or canvas shoes. Even the ankle hose seemed to pale in comparison to what I was wearing now, not to mention how plain my face had been. Was I happier now? Happier couldn't even come close to the joy that filled my days at times. I just looked in to her amazing eyes and answered, "I do not posses the words to adequately describe how much happier I truly am." A genuine smile spread across her face. "Me too." "Well it definitely shows on you, Ms Dunterbaum," I said indicating to her outfit. "Thank you dear, I take it the outfit is to your liking?" she asked slyly. "Oh you look absolutely fantastic in it, Ms Dunterbaum," I replied with an honest smile. "Really? What is your favorite part?" she asked sporting a grin. I fuddled around for an answer, as she didn't really have a bad part on her, I thought as I starred at her legs again. "Its ok, you can say it," she coaxed me with a crooked smile. We both knew what my favorite part was so I just came out with it. "Your legs look incredible today, Ms Dunterbaum." "Ah, yes, these stockings are really great, so smooth and light. You should really feel them, you wouldn't believe how lovely they are," she replied, moving up to me, putting one leg on each side of mine. My legs were still crossed as her skirt hovered over them, where it had been pushed up to show the black band of the stocking tops. She leaned over at the waist taking my hands in hers and guiding them to rest my palms her thighs. She reached her hands up to cup both sides of my face as she stared into my eyes. "Go ahead caress them, they feel incredible don't they?" she asked with a bright smile. I could only nod and rub my hands on her legs. They felt so smooth and soft as my hands slid along them. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and moaning her appreciation. "Lower honey, caress my calves," she whispered. I did as she requested, bending at my waist, which put my face very close to her skirt covered crotch. "Now trace the lines back up, dear," she added. I knew she meant the lines that ran up the back of her stockings and I did just that once I found them with my fingers. Caressing her legs the whole way, to stop just under her ass, leaving my face once again close to hers. "Good girl," she said with a sultry grin. I swallowed as somewhere my mouth had gone dry. "Ms Dunterbaum, I don't think our girlfriend would like us doing this. I think we should stop," Truthfully my hands never left her legs, I meant well, really I did. "That's so sweet of you to think of her, very loyal indeed. But just whose very explicit instructions do you think I am following? That's right sweetie, she had so much fun doing it, she was sure you would enjoy it to. You are enjoying it aren't you?" Deanna asked me with a bright smile I had to half laugh at the absurd notion that she had to ask, "I am enjoying it very much, you will have to thank her for me." "Good now stay put and answer another question for me. Did you really tell Kelly to make love to me that night after the dinner?" she asked searching me face for the truth. I could only smile warmly. "If she wanted to, yes I did," I replied honestly. Deanna kissed me slowly and passionately, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She held my face carefully in her hands, as her mouth and tongue gently caressed mine. Parting she gave me another soft kiss. "Thank you so much. You have made me a very happy woman," she said with earnest eyes only inches from my face. I returned her gentle kiss. "Thank you for making Kelly a happy woman as well," I added with an easy smile. A smile trickled across her face. "Would you be willing to indulge our girlfriend in another game to keep her happy?" she asked placing her hands on my shoulders. "Of course," I answered assuredly. "Promise?" she asked with a very large smile. "Promise," I replied confidently, removing my hands from her legs, I had absently kept them there to steady her. Yeah that was the reason, sure. "Ok but I can't help you, it is part of the rules," she stated with an amused warning, as if I had to adhere to them, because she was going to. "I see, I will just have to manage by myself then," I accepted, intrigued at what I was going to have to do, alone. Deanna stepped back from me, straightening her skirt. Then she placed her right heel on my bed next to me, exposing her stocking to