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Sharon's Journey
Part IV - A Good Year
Sharon groaned - the doorbell had just rung and she was in the middle of
scrubbing the bathroom. Her hair was clipped loosely up in a bun, and
despite the dreary winter weather outside, because it was a heavy
cleaning day, she was wearing black leggings, a pink tee shirt and black
ballet flats. The blast of cold air as she opened the door made her
shiver, and she let Julie in quickly so they could both get back into the
warm apartment.
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," Julie gasped. "I didn't know you were cleaning.
I should have called."
The beauty of their friendship was that it wasn't necessary to call, and
Sharon quickly poured her best friend a cup of tea. It was obvious she
was agitated about something, and the sooner she got it off her chest,
the better.
"Karen's really boiling about Ryan cheating on her," Julie said. "I can't
believe it! It's been, like, 6 months, now this has been going on."
"She has to talk to him," Sharon replied. Julie shook her head.
"She says he won't talk unless he's shocked into it. She..."
Julie froze. She tried to say something, but it was as if her brain
refused to allow her mouth to continue.
"Just tell me," Sharon said at last. "What is it?"
Julie shook her head.
"No," she said at last. "I can't do this. Karen is my friend but you're
like my sister. I should have just told her no."
After several more minutes of coaxing, Sharon finally dragged it out of
Julie - Karen had approached Julie to ask Sharon if she would be willing
to have a liason with her.
"Me?! Why me?"
Julie buried her head in her hands, her pretty blonde hair spilling out
between her fingers.
"Because you're the only woman she knows that she feels a genuine
attraction to," she replied mournfully. "And she thought that maybe, with
Jocelyn so tied up with her new job these days, you might be feeling a
little lonely and might be interested."
"Jocelyn and I are very happy together," Sharon said, a bit huffy. "We
are deeply in love and deeply committed to one another. Just because
we're...not like the rest of you...doesn't mean we don't have..."
"I know, I know. I tried to tell her all that. But she says that sooner
or later, every couple, no matter how committed they are, gets tempted
because one member is too busy to tend to the other. I tried to tell her
that you and Jocelyn were like Jack and me, different."
Sharon sat for a few minutes and fumed.
"I'm sorry," Julie said, starting to cry.
"No, Jules, I'm not mad at you. I guess I'm not even mad at Karen. I
mean, I guess I'm a little flattered that she is attracted to me, but I'm
also kind of pissed that she puts her own need for revenge above my need
for a warm and stable relationship; I mean, it's not exactly a good
start."
"I think she's just desperate," Julie said. "She says that's the danger
of becoming a trophy wife: that your only security in the relationship is
your sex appeal, and once he goes elsewhere for that, the only thing you
can hope for is a decent divorce settlement."
"I sometimes think Karen is a little too cynical for her own good,"
Sharon replied. "You don't worry about such things, and neither do I
because we have true, loving relationships. I think if Karen had worried
about that more than how good a living she could have, she might have
made some different choices."
The phone rang. It was Jocelyn, deeply apologetic, saying that some
crisis had arisen and she had to fly to Charlotte that afternoon. She
wouldn't even have time to come home, first; she would take the small
valise she kept in her office just for such emergencies.
"I'll be home the day after tomorrow," she said. "Please forgive me."
"Of course I do. Please call me when you get there."
"Wait. Don't we have that theater thing tonight with Rod and George? Oh,
shit! Can you...?"
"I'll make your apologies. And I still want you to call me. Just call my
cell, and if it's after the performance has started, you can just leave a
message."
"Okay, sweetie. I'm really sorry."
"That's okay. I know you'll make it up to me. I love you."
"I will! You know I will. I love you, too."
Sharon hung up and then called Rod to explain that Jocelyn had been
called suddenly out of town.
"They've been doing that a lot to her, lately, haven't they?"
"I think they're getting her more deeply involved," Sharon said. "She
thinks it's a good sign."
"Not so good for you, though."
Sharon explained that she had known what was coming when Jocelyn took the
job, and since starting it she had found she enjoyed it even more than
she had expected. She just felt badly to leave him without a date for
this evening.
"You don't happen to know anyone I could ask at the last minute, do you?"
he asked.
"I have an idea. Let me call you back."
She turned to Julie and asked if she'd like to have a night out at the
opera, that these two guys she and Jocelyn had met on the cruise had
asked them out to see "Turandot", and now one would be left without a
date. She had told Julie about Rod and George shortly after they had
returned from the cruise.
"You deserve a night out," Sharon said. "And it's not like you have
anything to worry about from these guys."
Julie's half smile told Sharon all she needed to know, and she gave the
phone to her. Then, while Julie called her husband, Sharon returned to
the bathroom to finish her work. When she came back, Julie was off the
phone and grinning; Jack would be home in time to take care of Megan, and
Julie would be there when the guys arrived.
"He was okay with it?" Sharon asked.
"He was a little baffled."
Julie wasn't baffled that evening. Wearing a short black halter dress, a
diamond pendant, diamond teardrop earrings and black high heel pumps, she
looked more lovely than Sharon had ever seen her. Sharon wore a burgundy
chiffon cocktail dress that came only to mid-thigh, with her left
shoulder bare; a fine gold chain with a gold heart pendant that Jocelyn
had given her for their "anniversary", diamond stud earrings and burgundy
stilettos.
Rod and George were both dressed in fine suits, and they surprised the
girls with a limousine for the evening. Sharon was pleased to see that
Julie quickly grew comfortable with her friends, and they with her. After
a while, she didn't even refer to Jack in conversation.
The next morning, she reported that Jack had been antsy when she arrived
home, and questioned her extensively about the evening.
"I think he's afraid you're going to convert me, or something," she said.
Sharon laughed at that, but Julie turned serious.
"How old were you when you realized you liked girls better than boys?"
she asked.
"I always liked girls. It never occurred to me not to."
"George seems to like you. A lot, I mean."
Sharon laughed, and recounted their meeting on the cruise.
"I just happened to sit next to George and Jocelyn just happened to sit
next to Rod, and now whenever we go out as a foursome, that's how we pair
up. When we were sight-seeing on the cruise, I had my conversations with
George and Rod had his with Jocelyn, so that kind of cemented everything.
But I also think that I have more in common with George - he's a real
romantic, and he knows that I am, too; Rod and Jocelyn are more
pragmatic, and so they are better suited as companions."
"You are a hopeless romantic," Julie said with a grin.
"Yeah. And yourself?"
They both dissolved into laughter.
Karen had been missing from their get-togethers at the coffee shop,
lately, and Amber explained that it was because she had decided to force
the issue with Ryan. She was involved in a little extra-curricular
romance of her own.
"Who with?" Julie asked.
"Her babysitter, who lives in the same building, and that makes it easy.
Apparently, they started out with trysts during the day, and then she
started going on girl's nights out. Ryan's come home to a different
babysitter a few times in the past two weeks, and seems to be finally
catching on."
Julie frowned.
"Well," Amber went on, "she signed a pre-nup so she has no leverage at
all. She can't threaten him with divorce, so she figures the only thing
she can do is hit him where it hurts the most - the ego - and hope that
brings him back to reality."
"Yeah," Julie said, "but he might also just decide to divorce her."
Spring had sprung. The park burst forth in a sequence of blossoms -
cherry trees, followed by dogwoods, followed by azaleas. Julie, Amber and
Sharon joined the Gramercy Park Arbor Club to see to the floral
wonderland which, in addition to the novel she was now working on, kept
Sharon busy.
New tenants had moved into the front apartment on the second floor, a
single mother and her 13-year-old son. He went to a parochial school over
by Second Avenue. He was quiet and shy, slight of build with soft
features, very polite to Sharon and Jocelyn; he reminded her of Ray at
that age.
One afternoon, she had just come in from working over in the park and,
having showered and changed, was starting to get dinner ready. Since
Jocelyn would be home late, Sharon decided to make French hamburgers. She
had already begun when she realized she was out of flour.
With a sigh, she slipped into her ballet flats and reached for her jacket
for a quick trip to the food store when she heard the distinct clop of
high heels on the hardwood floor in the apartment above.
"Oh, good," she said aloud. "Alicia must be home early. Maybe she can
save me a trip."
Taking a measuring cup, she quickly made her way up the flight of stairs
and knocked on the door of the front apartment. The sound of heels on the
floor stopped immediately. She thought she heard some rustling sounds as
well.
"Alicia? It's Sharon from downstairs."
She thought she could hear movement inside, but couldn't make out what it
was.
"Alicia? Are you okay?"
Silence.
"David, are you in there?"
She heard a little more shuffling. Could it be a burglar?
"I think I'll call the police," she said at last.
"Be right there," she heard a voice call. It was David's. A moment later,
the lock turned and the door opened.
David stood there, wearing jeans and an undershirt, barefoot, his hair
disheveled. The undershirt looked odd, and there was something about his
face.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Fine!" he answered, too quickly.
"I thought your mom was home, and I needed to borrow a cup of flour."
"No, she's working. She won't be home until 6:00."
"But, I heard...David, do you have anyone else in here? A girl, maybe?"
"No!!"
"But I definitely heard high heels."
Against his will, he flushed red. It was then she noticed the small glob
on his left eyelash. And the little smudge of pink on his lower lip - was
that lipstick? She reached out with her finger and rubbed his lip, then
raised the pink smudge to her nose.
"Lipstick," she said with a smile, as David looked more horrified. She
glanced down at his bare feet and saw the telltale impressions across the
top of his feet, just behind the toes. She reached out and touched his
shoulder; the undershirt had been thrown on in a panic over the bra.
"So," she said with a warm smile. "You do have a girl here. You."
He looked terrified, and she smiled as warmly as she knew how.
"It's all right, David. Well, I mean it's all right with me. Let me give
you a couple of tips, though.
"A tee shirt doesn't hide a bra at all; you need something heavy, like a
sweatshirt, and in a dark color. Don't try to wipe off makeup quickly; it
has to be done slowly and thoroughly because it stands out if you miss
it. And, even though you have small feet, your mom's are probably
smaller, and her shoes will probably be too tight on you; if you're going
to wear them, make sure you put socks on when she comes home because
tight shoes leave impressions on your feet."
He nodded absently.
"What size shoe do you wear? I mean, what men's size?"
"Seven."
"Perfect. Tell you what, David. If you'll fill this measuring cup with
flour and come downstairs with me, I'll give you a pair of my shoes,
because I'm an eight-and-a-half, which should fit you perfectly."
"Really?!"
He grabbed the cup and was off like a shot. He followed her downstairs
and left the cup of flour on the kitchen table, then followed her back to
the bedroom.
"This is nice," he said, looking around.
"Thank you. I try to keep it that way. How high a heel can you manage?"
He didn't respond right away, and when she looked around, he was blushing
again.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, most of the heels I see your mom wear are pretty high. Do you walk
all right in them, or are they too high for you?"
"Kinda high, but...I like how they look."
She smiled at that.
"Okay," she said. "Here are two pair I love but don't wear much because I
don't have anything that goes with them. These pink patent leather pumps
have a 3" heel, but they also have about a ?" platform, so the angle of
your foot shouldn't be too uncomfortable."
"They're so...sexy," he said.
"Mmmm. I thought you'd like them. Since your hair is blonde, I thought
they'd look better on you than on me. These are espadrilles, with a kind
of cordy looking covering to a wedge heel. The heel is high - four inches
- but there is also a one-inch platform sole, so the angle will only be a
little steeper than the pumps. And since the toe is open and the top is
canvas, they'll feel very comfortable."
"Thanks," he whispered, overwhelmed. "You won't tell my mom, will you?"
"Of course not," she said with a laugh. "Just make sure you find a good
hiding place for those. Oh, and one other thing: a few times a year, we
put old clothes out for charity. When we do, we leave them in a red
laundry bag just outside the front door."
He broke into a grin and rushed upstairs.
"Do you think that was wise?" Jocelyn asked when Sharon recounted the
incident with David over dinner that night.
"I remember the sense of discovery I felt when I was 12 or 13 and went to
dress up and discovered that my mother's clothes actually fit me. All of
a sudden, the clothes that I had loved for so long felt like they
belonged on me. Before that, I had pretended to be a girl but I hadn't
actually felt like one; once the clothes felt like they were really mine,
I actually felt I was a girl."
"But if Alicia knew you'd actually encouraged him, she'd probably be
pissed."
"Maybe, but he's going to dress with encouragement or without it. He has
someone who knows his secret and doesn't mind, and that has to make him
feel better about himself."
"Well," Jocelyn replied, taking Sharon's hand across the table, "I guess
you'd know that better than anyone."
That night, Jocelyn made a close inspection of Sharon's breast
development. The measuring device might have been less than exact, but it
delighted them both, nonetheless.
"Ooohh," Sharon purred, laying invitingly back with her arms and legs
splayed wide as Jocelyn licked and suckled her nubile mounds. "Don't
stop."
She didn't. Burrowing a little further into the raised babydoll, Jocelyn
also nestled her glistening pubis against her lover's half-erect nub,
causing deeper purring, punctuated with sighs and the occasional gasp.
"Dr. Hadley certainly seems to know what she's doing," Jocelyn said, then
took an erect nipple into her mouth and sucked on it hard.
Sharon moaned, and then when Jocelyn let it slip from her lips, she
purred, "More, darling! Please more!"
"Little slut," Jocelyn whispered. Then she turned around and went to work
on her little nub, already slick from desire and foreplay. Sharon pulled
down hard on her torso, raising herself up to lick her lover where she
wanted it the most.
Jocelyn teased her to complete hardness while the storms of climax
gathered within her, and she turned around and pushed Sharon back down
before mounting her, thrusting down on the now-hard member while she
teased and tweaked the rock-hard nipples. When orgasm exploded over them
both, Jocelyn clamped her mouth over Sharon's, muffling the screams of
both of them.
As they lay quietly cuddled together afterward, Jocelyn whispered her
love to Sharon.
"Most of all, though," she said, "I want to make sure you are happy. You
look beautiful, and I love making love with you. But is it turning out
the way you had hoped, the way that you wanted it?"
"Of course it is. I'm pretty much your wife, and I love that. Even my
girlfriends think of me that way. My body is softer and prettier than I
ever would have dared dream, and I love our life together. I only worry
sometimes that I don't bring enough to..."
"No," Jocelyn cried. "Don't ever say that. You bring the softness and the
love I never thought I'd ever find. To me, you are the perfect woman. I
could never be with a man, and I could never be with a genetic woman.
"You are perfect. You're my soulmate. I love you."
Sharon fell asleep in her arms, as happy as she'd ever been.
In early June, Dr. Hadley informed Sharon that her breast development
from the hormone treatments was complete, having reached a very full B-
cup. In some styles of bra, she was actually more comfortable in a C. Her
hips were nicely rounded.
"If you want fuller breasts," the doctor said, "you'll have to go with
implants. But these are fine. Your other steps, the lip treatments and
the electrolysis, have also really worked out well."
"I know," Sharon said, excited.
"Your, um, appendage won't get any smaller, unless we resume anti-
androgens. And I know you want to retain full functionality, so I don't
recommend we do that. Are you all right with it?"
"It's pretty small," Sharon replied. "I like it just the way it is."
"So," Jocelyn said. "She's a real girl, now."
"She was always a real girl. We just had to work a little to bring it all
to the surface."
That was why Sharon loved having Dr. Hadley as her doctor.
They went home from that appointment and dressed for dinner. Jocelyn was
taking them out to celebrate. Over dinner, it turned out she had
something else to celebrate as well.
"There's talk that Charlie McDevitt, our CFO, is retiring next year,"
Jocelyn said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice but failing.
"Katie tells me she thinks that things will be clearer by the fall."
"Who's Katie? I haven't heard you mention her before."
"Kate de Vries. Her official title is Vice President of Financial
Administration. But she actually functions as McDevitt's right hand in
dealing with internal organizational matters."
"Sounds like someone who might be interested in the job herself," Sharon
noted. Jocelyn laughed and reached across the table to take her lover's
hand.
"Always the protective one," she said, giving the hand a squeeze. "But,
no. For one thing, she doesn't have an advanced degree, which is a
requirement for the job. My masters from Wharton will serve very nicely,
I think. For another, some people thrive as the power behind the throne,
and that's Katie. We've just gotten to be good friends."
"You don't need a power behind the throne, Jocelyn. You're more of a
lone-wolf kind of decision-maker. People like that are always looking to
put themselves in the middle so they can push their own agenda, so be
careful."
"I didn't mean it that way," she said with a laugh. "I just meant all the
internal politics and stuff. She's very good. She knows everything that
goes on and she's very supportive of me."
"Be careful," Sharon repeated.
"Don't worry, my darling. You remain my most trusted advisor. And that's
because you're the only one who doesn't want anything other than me."
Nothing was announced in the fall, and by the time Christmas approached,
Jocelyn was beginning to get just a little nervous. Sharon decided to
decorate nicely for the Christmas holidays, hoping it would cheer Jocelyn
up. She put electric candles in the front windows inside wreaths that she
and Julie had made by hand; she hung garland around the frames of the
French doors and strands of holly across the top.
She also convinced Jocelyn to have an open house on Christmas Eve, for
which she sent invitations to all of her girlfriends, all of the tenants
in the building, Rod, George and Lionel. She also invited anyone she saw
in the park regularly and even some people at the farmer's market. She
even suggested to Jocelyn that she invite people from the office, but
Jocelyn decided against it.
Two days before Christmas Eve, Sharon went on a frenzy of preparation,
making cakes and other treats. Julie came over the day before as they
prepared lots of hors d'oevres. And on the day itself she prepared a
large roast.
It was all laid out on the dining room table, which had been pushed to
one side. On the tea cart that served as a divider between the dining
room and the living room stood bottles of scotch, rum, bourbon, gin,
vodka and Canadian whiskey, and two decanters of wine. All the candles in
the sconces as well as the candelabra on the dining room table and the
candles on the mantle were lit, and there was a small live Christmas tree
in the corner of the living room, lit and visible from the street.
Not surprisingly, Rod and George were the first to arrive, both dressed
in their tuxedoes. When Sharon answered the door, George took one look at
her and yelled, "Aha! I told you, Rodney!"
"Yes, you did," Rod replied, somewhat sheepishly.
"Told him what?" Sharon asked as they came into the apartment.
"Just look at you!" George said.
Sharon was wearing a cranberry-red, ankle length A-line gown,
asymmetrically pleated with a fan of satin fabrics at the waist, with an
alluring V-neckline that could be seen under the matching bolero jacket
with 3/4 length sleeves. She also wore matching high heel sandals.
"I knew you two would be dressed to the nines, and I insisted we try to
keep pace," George explained. "Where's the love of your life?"
"Who wants to know?" Jocelyn asked as she emerged from the kitchen. She
was wearing a beige floor length chiffon halter gown with a lace midriff
that decorated the slim waist with glittery floral highlights and bone
pumps.
"I really hope you have someone here tonight with a good camera who knows
how to use it," Rod said. "Because you two are a picture!"
"How can we help?" George asked.
"Actually," Jocelyn replied, "Sharon's got all the food well set up. But
if you'd like to serve as bartender, I'd really appreciate it."
"Your wish is my command."
Jack and Julie arrived next, and Julie and Sharon exchanged air kisses so
as not to disturbed painstakingly applied makeup. Amber and Frank came
by, and Alicia and her son David came down from upstairs.
"Oh, Sharon!" Amber said. "You look gorgeous!"
It seemed to be the prevailing sentiment. David ogled her until he
finally followed her into the kitchen and offered to help.
"No, thank you, David," she said. "But it was nice of you to offer."
"You look totally awesome tonight, Sharon," he said at last, and she gave
him a little kiss on the cheek. "That's the most beautiful dress I ever
saw."
"Thanks. Coming from you, that means a lot."
He blinked.
"Are you teasing me?" he asked at last.
"No, I meant it."
She returned to the party. A little later, Alicia came up to her.
"I think my son has something of a crush on you," she said. "I hope you
don't mind. I don't think he understands...things."
Sharon regarded her questioningly. Then, it dawned on her.
"Oh," she said. "No, he's a bit young for that, although kids learn fast
these days."
"They do, indeed," Alicia agreed with a momentary frown. "I just wanted
to make sure you didn't mind."
"No, not at all. He's very, very sweet."
More people poured in, some neighbors but several from the Arts
Foundation. Soon the apartment was filled to overflowing, the sound of
voices carrying to the street. Sharon grew quite warm and finally decided
to shed the bolero jacket, which not only made her feel cooler but also
won her many new appreciative glances.
Karen and Ryan came in. Sharon welcomed them both. Karen looked lovely in
a short black cocktail dress and spike heels, but she didn't seem
especially happy. Sharon noticed throughout the evening that she seemed
to be drinking rather heavily.
"What happened with them?" Sharon asked Julie when they were alone in the
kitchen.
"They were ready to file for a legal separation, and she just went back
to him," Julie replied. Later, Amber would take Sharon aside and add one
comment: "Complete surrender on her part, because she would have gotten
wiped out in the divorce."
As Sharon came back into the jammed dining room, she heard someone
banging persistently on a glass with a spoon, and presently everyone
quieted down.
"Thank you," George said. "I just wanted to take this opportunity to
thank our two lovely and gracious hostesses, Sharon and Jocelyn. You are
both beautiful, stylish, generous, friendly and warm, and I think I speak
for everyone when I say thank you for inviting us into your lovely home,
and I hope you have a wonderful, peaceful and loving holiday season."
"Hear, hear!" several voices cried out.
"Speech!" called out Julie. Sharon turned to Jocelyn, who shook her head
emphatically and pointed back at her.
"I'm just so happy what we could share tonight with all of you. In fact,
I really hope we can make this something of a holiday tradition. I feel
so lucky that we have so many wonderful friends. So, I'll just be happy
to quote Tiny Tim: 'God bless us, every one'."
Rod, George, Jack and Julie stayed after everyone else had left to help
clean up and get everything neat and tidy. Sharon insisted they all join
them in a nightcap, and they all shared a bottle of cognac that one of
the neighbors had brought.
"Thanks, guys," Sharon said.
"Fantastic turnout," Rod said.
"I was surprised to see Karen and Ryan," Sharon noted.
"Me, too," Julie said.
"Pity Lionel didn't come," Jocelyn put in.
"I don't think he's well," Rod said, softly. "Our paths used to cross
sometimes, but I see him very rarely now."
"He's one of those people that no matter how much you see of them, you
never really know them," George added.
"He reads people very well, though," Sharon said. "I wish him well."
"You wish everyone well," George replied. "That's why we all love you so
much."
It was after 3:00 by the time Sharon slipped into bed, wearing a long
chiffon nightgown. She cuddled with Jocelyn, but they were both too
exhausted for lovemaking.
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