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Who's That Girl - Side B by Kelly Newman
With the first stage surgical work done on Martina, Whitehouse and
Pamela took Martina home. The next day was Monday and Martina was to be
the housemaid and skivvy again for the week. Only this time, she wore
her surgical gown all day, which she had to wash every evening before
putting on a pinafore to make dinner. Pamela would be out most of the
day shopping and sorting things for the wedding. Whitehouse would be at
his surgery. This was the only relief Martina got.
Whenever Pamela was in the house she took every opportunity to humiliate
Martina, calling her fatty, fatso and beached whale. Pamela would also
make Martina re-do any housework she had done, claiming Martina was lazy
and useless and had not done a good job.
Worse than this, though, was every evening after dinner. Martina would
have to remove the pinafore, stand in front of Pamela and Whitehouse and
dilate her vagina. Whilst doing this Pamela and Whitehouse would
canoodle. One time Pamela even gave Whitehouse a blow job.
Martina would then be left to clear up whilst Pamela and Whitehouse went
off to the dungeon. Martina would then be left alone.
Martina knew what Pamela and Whitehouse were up to - they wanted to
break her. But she wasn't going to break. She had a plan. When she had
returned from the hospital on the Sunday night she had looked in the
Wham! video box. There was a packet of Silk Cut cigarettes and a lighter
left for her by Linda plus a note. The note simply said: "Look in the
Bananarama video box." When Martina looked in the Bananarama video box
she found it contained a Jane Fonda exercise video. Whenever she was
truly left alone during the day that week Martina would work out to the
Jane Fonda video. At nights, once Pamela and Whitehouse had gone off to
bed, Martina would have a crafty smoke.
It was the present that Linda had left for Martina in her bed that
really made Martina quietly giggle, clapping her hands as she did so.
Linda had left an 8'' black battery operated vibrator for Martina with a
note attached that simply said: "Black is Beautiful". When she was alone
Martina would use this vibrator whilst fantasising about sex with any
man who took her fancy. She had to give credit where it was due, though,
Whitehouse had done an exquisite job on her - she came like never
before. The first time she used the vibrator that Sunday night it left
Martina in tears - tears of pleasure, joy and relief - they may have her
body but Martina was still in control of her sexuality. She could fight
them. However, she needed to be careful so Martina made particularly
sure her sobs could be heard throughout the house. To that psychopathic
bitch and the pervert surgeon they would sound like sobs of pure pain
and defeat.
Otherwise there was no sign of the cheeky Martin of old. For all intents
and purposes, he was gone and Martina the fat, compliant skivvy had
taken his place.
Over dinner on Thursday 6 November 1986, Martina suddenly said to Pamela
and Whitehouse, "Mistress? Sir? I'm ready to be your daughter now - can
we please bring forward my surgery by a day. I soo want to be Lorraine."
There was a pause and then Pamela said, "Mmm, I think it's maybe time.
Whaddya reckon Geoffrey? Is she ready to be our little girl?"
"Well, I'd have to re-arrange some other appointments but I know the
nurse is available and Fairfax the anaesthetist knows all about Martina,
as you know - to be honest I think he'd like something similar, so he's
always ready..."
"But can it be done tomorrow!" interrupted Pamela, "that's what I wanna
know!"
"Yes, of course, I'll make some calls," said Whitehouse and he was off.
Pamela turned to Martina, "Well, don't just stand there, girl, get this
lot cleared away!"
"Yes, mistress," said Martina disguising a smile - Martina knew if she
jumped the gun Pamela would be too taken with her getting her daughter
back than to question Martina.
After Martina had cleared away the dinner things, Whitehouse came into
the kitchen and confirmed it was all settled: Martina was to have the
final surgery the next day. The end of Phase 2 was in sight.
Friday 7 November 1986. The end of Phase 2. That morning, having ordered
Martina to drink a vial of Pamela's urine ("so you'll have even more of
me inside you") and then given Martina an enema, Whitehouse and Pamela
took Martina to Whitehouse's surgery.
Martina came round to a voice calling someone. At first she didn't
respond simply because she didn't think the voice was calling her. Then
she realised the voice was gently calling: "Lorraine, Lorraine, luv? Are
you alright?" It was the Thai nurse and she was speaking to her. She was
Lorraine. She came to but realised she could not see very well and her
face was smothered by something. Before she could panic, the nurse said:
"It's alright, luv, it's just the bandages on your face. It's ok."
Underneath the bandages, Martina - now Lorraine - smiled.
The next day, the bandages were removed by Whitehouse. Professional as
ever, he simply checked Lorraine over and said: "Good, very good, now
get some rest."
Lorraine slept through most of that day.
Sunday 9 November 1986. Lorraine awoke just before an excitable Pamela
came rushing into the room, squawking: "Where is she, where is my baby?
I must see her? Is she alright?"
"I'm here," croaked Lorraine, "is that you, Mummy?"
"Yes, luv, it's me. I'm - " and then she abruptly stopped.
"What, what is it?"
Pamela was in tears, but through it she said: "Oh, my God, you're alive
and you've come back to me!" and with that she threw her arms around
Lorraine.
"Can I see? I haven't seen yet?" said Lorraine.
"Oh, they haven't shown you? How typical! Here, look!" and with a
gesture that mirrored the day after the first surgery, Pamela reached
round with a mirror to show Lorraine her reflection. This time Lorraine
gasped.
There in the mirror was Pamela in all her blonde 80s trophy wife
glamour. Next to her despite the bruising from surgery was a plump but
beautiful girl with an 80s blonde curly hairstyle framing a soft round
face but with high cheekbones, a narrow but double chin that ended in a
cute point and plump cupid bow lips. When the girl turned her head she
could see she had a cute little upturned nose - just like the woman next
to her. In fact, the girl was clearly the woman's teenage daughter -
around 15 years old. That girl was Lorraine and in that instant she knew
the surgery was over. Interestingly, whilst she had the wide eyed look
of an ing?nue, her pale blue eyes were Martin's eyes. She burst into
tears, real tears at that.
"Oh, Mummy, look at me, I'm a real girl and I'm Lorraine! I'm so happy!"
"Oh, yes, luv, yes, you are!"
And with that they both embraced.
Monday 10 November 1986. Phase 3. Pamela, Whitehouse and Lorraine had
returned from Whitehouse's surgery the day before. Today was Mrs Smith's
first day back at work. When she arrived she was introduced to Pamela
and Lorraine, naturally as mother and daughter, and greeted them warmly.
For the rest of that week, it was pretty much business as usual.
Whitehouse went to work during the day, Pamela fussed about the wedding
and was out a lot. This left Lorraine to recuperate from the surgery.
And to work out. Every chance she got. In addition, Mrs Smith was now
about to do the cleaning and cooking. Lorraine was quick to speak with
Mrs Smith to ensure she got a healthy diet. Mrs Smith of course complied
- Lorraine was practically family.
Towards the end of the week, another familiar pattern started. Pamela
and Geoffrey would go out to dinner of an evening. Geoffrey had all
sorts of contacts via his profession and his club and he was keen to
show off his fianc?e. Whenever the two of them were out, Lorraine was
free to watch television, listen to music, work out and masturbate - not
necessarily in that order.
By Saturday 22 November 1986, Lorraine was fully healed from her last
surgery and Pamela took her daughter out for a shopping spree. Lorraine
got whatever clothes she wanted. There was definitely a change in
Pamela's attitude. Lorraine could do no wrong, something Lorraine played
up to by frequently calling Pamela "Mummy". This meant when it came to
buying Lorraine's all important outfit for the coming Monday, Pamela
either did not notice or did not care that Lorraine had to take the size
down from the one initially picked out by Pamela for her.
Sunday 23 November 1986, notable only for a boring church service that
they all had to attend as a family, especially as this church would be
where Pamela and Geoffrey would be married. Lorraine hated the big,
boring, bland dress she had to wear together with the ribbon in her hair
that made her look more like a 5 year old than a 15 year old but she was
careful not to show it.
Monday 24 November 1986, an appointment at The Higham School for Girls.
This was an exclusive private school. The headmaster, Berkeley, had
known Whitehouse at school and then again they had both been National
Servicemen in the army. Berkeley was now a member of Whitehouse's club
although generally Whitehouse steered clear of the man. It seemed to
Whitehouse that Berkeley taught in a girls' school precisely because
there were no boys about to tempt him into depravity. In any event, with
the Deputy Headmistress, Miss Hawksworth, Berkeley ran a disciplined
ship where 'gels' became 'ladies'. This was the school Whitehouse wanted
Lorraine to attend.
That morning, Lorraine dressed in the school's uniform of big blue
knickers, white bra, knee length white socks, white blouse, tie, grey
above the knee pleated skirt, Mary Jane black shoes, blazer and little
hat. Once dressed, Lorraine danced about in front of the mirror and
said: "My name's Lorraine and I'm soo pleased to meet ya. Twenty quid
for a bunk up," in the thickest Scouse accent she could muster before
dissolving into a fit of giggles. This was going to be fun.
Having passed the entrance exam with flying colours in everything except
Latin (after all, Martin had never done Latin at school), Lorraine
Lovell started at The Higham School for Girls as a day pupil on Monday 5
January 1987. She was a model pupil from the outset - well behaved,
bright, bubbly. All the teachers agreed that her lower class origins and
that accent of hers were the only problems but Lorraine seemed keen to
apply herself to her education as a lady, including elocution lessons.
In no time, Lorraine was top of every class, except Latin, which she
struggled with. She excelled at team sports and was soon in the school
first teams for netball and hockey. With the pupils Lorraine was at
first an object of ridicule: "Lorra, Lorra, Lorry" or "Lorry Driver"
they called her in mockery of her Liverpudlian accent, size and
background, following the lead of 'The Blonde Set', the most popular
girls in school who everyone craved to be. However, Lori soon won pretty
much all the pupils round. She did this by becoming one of them, taking
up the name Lori, adopting their accent, intensifying her fitness regime
to slim down to size 12 and being friendly to all, especially The Blonde
Set. Most importantly, Lori invited all the girls in her year to her
sixteenth birthday party on Saturday 31 January 1987.
Lori now had Whitehouse and Pamela in the palm of her hand and had no
problem persuading them to lay on a fabulous party for Lori's sweet
sixteenth at a posh country hotel. In her beautiful crimson ball gown
with her curly blonde hair swept into an up-do the now slimmed to size
12 voluptuous Lori was truly the belle of the ball. Everyone said so,
even her previous tormenters, for they were nothing if not shallow and
in thrall to money and status. Everyone said she should be head girl.
Currently, this position was held by Hermione Mountbanks-Smythe, the
most popular girl in school who had become head girl whilst only in the
fifth form owing to contacts, her role as leader of The Blonde Set and a
Thatcherite will-to-win.
In a manner of speaking, though, Lori already was head girl. She had
plied Hermione's chinless wonder boyfriend, Charles, with enough
champagne and dragged him outside to a secluded part of the grounds
where they were French kissing. Lori could feel the boy's fun size Mars
bar of a cock poking against his trousers. She knew what he wanted and
what Hermione probably didn't dare give him. "Let me show you how it's
done in Liverpool," she vamped to Charles and with an expert yank freed
his member from his trousers. "Mmm, so big, too," she lied. The boy's
terrified wide eyes told Lori she needed to get a move on if he wasn't
going to come all over her dress. In any case it was cold and this
wouldn't take long. Kneeling on Charles' jacket in front of him, Lori
took Charles' stiff little prick in her mouth and expertly sucked -
nevermind the braces on her teeth. With a posh cry of "Oh, my God!" he
came. Lori got to her feet and said: "Bet that's the best blow job
you've had since prep school." The look on Charles' face told Lori two
things: one he was hers; two her throw away remark was probably spot on.
It was working. Lori had convinced them all that she could not only be
one of them but the best of them. She was elected head girl soon after
the party, with no one caring for Hermione's increasingly desperate
protestations that: "The Scouse Tart is not a suitable candidate".
In the summer shortly after the Conservative general election victory,
Whitehouse and Pamela were married with Lori as bridesmaid (in an awful
puffy salmon pink organza dress that Martin would have loved to have
dressed in and Lori secretly hated, although Lori had at least been able
to persuade Pamela that Carstairs simply must remove the braces from her
teeth and whiten her teeth if she was to be her mummy's bridesmaid - the
early removal of the braces led to her teeth becoming slightly crooked,
but again Lori secretly liked this - these were definitely her teeth).
Following the wedding, Lori was legally adopted by Whitehouse - she was
now officially Lorraine Whitehouse but still Lori to the girls in school
and to Charles, of course.
That summer too, Lori gained A grades in English Literature, English
Language, Maths, Biology, French and History 'O' Levels but failed Latin
'O' Level. During the summer holidays she hung out with The Blonde Set,
went shopping with her mother and tried out every position in an old
copy of the Kama Sutra of Whitehouse's with Charles. He was a crap, if
willing, lover and Lori never came once. Lori was secretly amused,
though not particularly aroused, that Charles particularly liked having
a firm carrot shoved up his bottom. Shortly before a family holiday to
Sardinia, Lori dumped Charles on the simple ground that this was in both
their best interests before they both tried to run off with the next
pretty boy who came along. Charles put up no objection. Lori found a
real lover on holiday in the form of a rugged local Sardinian boy called
Francesco. The sex was straight up, rough, with Francesco in full
control. Lori came every time.
The sixth form was what Lori had been waiting for. Her ability to do no
wrong in the world's eyes had given her a lot of freedom - at home and
at school. Lori used this to her full advantage. She graced school with
her presence enough to stay out of trouble and on top of the work but
given she had done English, Biology and Theatre Studies as 'A' Levels
when she was Martin and some of the syllabuses were the same, the work
was easy. She kept up playing netball and hockey, though, and starred in
a school production of Romeo and Juliet - playing Romeo to Hermione's
Juliet, much to Lori's amusement - but stood down as head girl.
Outside of school, Lori was exploring the night life of London with her
new friend Julia. Julia Fortescue, afterthought daughter of a high
flying City Banker and his repressed wife who simply adored their older
Guards officer son, Giles. To Jules' friends, of which there was really
only Lori, she was 'Cool Jules'; to her enemies, who were legion and
included Hermione, she was 'The Bolshie Bitch'. A 5'9'' brunette with
soulful brown eyes and a figure to die for, she was forever in trouble
for wearing bright red lipstick and band badges on her school uniform
and for espousing causes like vegetarianism or feminism or Communism.
Not for her head girl status or dutifully going to school chapel or any
of that crap. Jules was a rebel. And Lori warmed to her more and more.
Of course, at first Jules wanted nothing to do with Lori - Jules had
been the only girl, for instance, who had declined to attend Lori's
sixteenth birthday party on the grounds that it was "bourgeois shit".
However, after the two of them dared each other to get pissed on vodka
before a Theatre Studies class and then made absolute tits of
themselves, they were firm friends. Together they would hang out in
Camden pubs, check out bands and flirt with unsuitable men. They also
got into the burgeoning Acid House scene, taking ecstasy.
It was whilst high on ecstasy that Lori told Jules she used to be a man.
Jules of course just laughed and hugged Lori but something in the way
Lori looked worried Jules and she quickly distracted her before Lori
dwelt on whatever she was thinking about. Jules had stayed over at
Lori's house that night, something she did from time to time despite
Pamela's objections to Jules as: "Not the sort of girl you should be
hanging around with, not like that nice Hermione Mountbanks-Smythe".
The next day, Jules asked Lori: "Lori, what did you mean about being a
man last night? Was that just the e talking? It's just you looked
suddenly strange."
Lori looked blankly for a moment at Jules and then, slowly, she said:
"It's true. I did used to be a man." And then in an instant, the whole
story came pouring out of Lori and by the end she was sobbing. Maybe it
was the come down from the ecstasy, maybe it was the weight of telling
someone the whole story. Whatever - Lori was in tears and she ended by
saying: "And now, I don't really know who I am! I helped them kill
Martin Taylor! I stole a dead girl's identity to help them create an
awful posh Tory girl!"
Jules had been listening to the story with a mixture of emotions:
disbelief and amusement even at first then as the story went on and it
seemed actually, really possible, revulsion, shock and fear. But finally
she knew one thing, this was now Lori. Dear Lori, the girl who seemed to
have everything and Jules had at first hated as the new Leader of The
Blonde Set who Jules had come to know as her best friend and who now had
a past unlike anybody else's. It didn't matter who she had been, it
mattered who she was now. And she needed Jules.
Jules put her arms around Lori and said: "It's alright, please don't
cry. I believe you but you shouldn't hate yourself. You were vulnerable
and they took advantage of you. But you've survived and become your own
person. You were Martin, then Martina, then Lorraine and now you're
Lori. I won't judge you ever, Lori, you're my friend."
"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, Jules. I think I've been going a
little crazy recently. I'm so glad you understand. But please don't tell
anyone. We've all done a bad thing but I'm not sure what good would come
from coming clean to the world."
"Y'know, you're right, Lori. But you and I both know that you can't live
their way forever. It's a world that stinks! But hey, come on," said
Jules suddenly breaking into a smile, "never mind the politics. Do me a
favour, and do a man's voice," said Jules with a slight laugh, "Come on,
I want to hear Martin's voice come from out of that posh mouth."
Lori laughed, "Fuck off, you weirdo! What - does it turn you on?"
"Well, it's not every day your best friend turns out to have been a
lovely young bloke," said Jules.
"Hello, my name's Martin, pleased to meet you," said Lori in a voice
that sounded like it was - a girl trying to imitate a man's voice -
badly.
"That's rubbish! You can't even talk like a man anymore!" cried Jules
and with that the two girls collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Towards the end of the day, Lori and Jules went to visit Linda at her
salon. Linda greeted Lori like a long lost daughter with the two hugging
and squealing. Lori introduced Jules to Linda and the two immediately
hit it off. Linda was so pleased that she sent everyone home and shut up
shop - it was the end of the day and the last appointment was just
finishing anyway. Once the salon was closed the three of them sat down
to have a good chinwag. Linda was so pleased that Lori was doing so well
and pleased that she had such a good friend in Jules that she could tell
her everything.
From then on, Lori and Jules spent a good deal of time out of school at
Linda's salon, usually in their cool attire of Doc Martens boots, torn
501 jeans or short skirts and bright tights, tight tops and biker
jackets. Both of them quickly had their hair restyled in a wavy shoulder
length style reminiscent of The Bangles and, of course, often wore lots
of bangles on their wrists, with their faces heavily made up just like
their heroes to boot. They were a particular hit with Linda's nephew,
Leon, and his friends who were a little older and would come into the
salon from time to time. Linda only minded if this looked likely to get
in the way of the good running of the salon, reminding everyone: "This
is a salon, not a dancehall!" Otherwise she couldn't care less, since
she knew Lori and Jules could look after themselves (something they
certainly did, allowing Leon and his friends who seemed to have
different girlfriends every week to get close but not too close, until
Jules lost her virginity to Leon at a party - Lori later joked with
Jules that it was just as well the homophobic Leon got lucky with Jules
and not Lori given her 'background').
In June 1989 with their 'A' Levels finished, Lori and Jules pulled their
masterstroke. They announced that they were not going to take up the
university places they had been offered conditional on their 'A' Level
results, but were going to travel the world together. Both girls knew
they were in a position of strength: Jules had turned 18 in March that
year (Lori had done so in the January of that year), they had both had
adult passports since age 16 (necessary for ski-ing holidays in winter
and holidays in Sardinia, Tuscany or the Algarve in summer) and they had
even both passed their driving tests just before their 'A' Level exams.
Lori's confrontation with her parents over this was a high point for
Lori. With Whitehouse shouting at her that: "We gave you everything you
wanted, you little bitch, and this is how you repay us!" and Pamela on
her knees like the melodramatic soap queen she was, sobbing: "My baby,
my baby, you can't leave me!" Lori stood still and with quiet vehemence
said: "No, I am not your baby."
Lori continued: "You took advantage of me when I was Martin Taylor, you
made me into an awful spoilt brat so you could live out your twisted
Tory fantasy. Well, guess what, you forgot that I'm still a person and
I've been seeing through your bullshit all these years! I did what you
asked and now I am going! Oh, that'll be her now."
A key had gone in the door and someone was coming in, to Pamela's shock
and Whitehouse's consternation. "Who is that? How come they've got a
key?" he demanded.
"Oh, that, my dear father, is Jules, of course," said Lori, as in walked
Jules similarly attired to Lori in sandals, scruffy summer dress and
biker jacket with a rucksack on her back but, most noticeably and unlike
Lori, her hair crewcut.
"Hiya!" said Jules as she entered the room.
"Hello, darling!" said Lori and with that the two girls embraced and
French kissed passionately.
Pamela screamed and passed out. Whitehouse was at first too shocked to
move then made to cross the room but Lori broke off from the kiss and
said in a heavy Liverpudlian accent: "Yeah, that's right, Shitehouse,
your daughter's a lezza! She's leavin' yer to go travellin' and when she
gets back she's moving into a lesbian commune in Liverpool! Tell that to
your fucking club, Geoffrey!"
"Get out! Get out of my fucking house, the pair of you!" stormed
Whitehouse, then, seeming to regain some composure, with an evil leer he
addressed Jules: "You know what she is, I take it?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr Whitehouse, I know all about Lori here and what you did,"
retorted Jules, "And I know all about you, and your former prostitute
wife, and that dungeon of yours. Don't worry, your secret's safe with
me, you perv! Oh, and I think this is yours, Geoffrey, we've no more use
of it."
And with that, Jules brought out the silver dildo that Martina had been
forced to use to dilate her vagina, holding it between finger and thumb,
and ceremoniously dropped it on the floor.
"Come on, Lori, let's get out of this hole," said Jules. And with that
the two girls left holding hands and laughing.
Outside of the house, Lori turned to Jules and said: "My God, that was
amazing! I never expected you to get a skinhead, though. Anyone would
think you really were a lesbian!"
"Now, darling, you know how important it is to keep up appearances.
Besides, I didn't hear you protest last night. Admit it - you rather
liked it when I shoved 'Geoffrey' up you!"
"Mmm, but I think you liked it more, honey! Anyway, you still cool with
the plan? We spend the rest of the summer at Linda's, party likes its
1999, work in the salon to get a bit more money behind us, take that and
the trust fund money we both came into at 18, and go travelling for a
year. And then move to Brighton to train as nurses?"
"But of course - will you chill out!" laughed Jules, "That is exactly
what we're going to do. The Scouse Tart and The Bolshie Bitch, together.
Martin was a student in Brighton wasn't he? I can't wait to get out of
this stifling world and do something. Anyway, seeing as we're burning
bridges, come on, we need to put on the same show for my parents."
"Ooh, yes, can I wave around the black dildo this time?" squealed Lori
in mischievous delight.
"Yes, but we're keeping that one," replied Jules with a foxy grin.
THE END
Copyright 2011 Kelly Newman
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