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Becoming Malissa, part 3
By: Malissa Madison
My skirt was swaying side to side in time with my hips as I walked along
the side of the highway, thankful for the full shoulder to walk on.
Carrying my books in front of me I smiled to myself, cars slowed down as
they passed me the drivers gawking at the pretty girl.
I'd not crossed the highway knowing that the country store parking lot
would be full of Juniors and Seniors with their own cars.
"Hey Girl, come on over here and let me buy you a soda," Greg Farmer
taunted from beside his old pickup. Smirking to myself I thought, 'How
ironic, Mr Farmer, living in a small farm town, himself a farmer, how
clich?.' I neither sped up nor slowed down, but I realized I'd slipped
into flirt mode with my walk. Oh my god could it be any worse?
Thankfully I was past the store in just a couple of minutes and I'd
passed the Post Office before remembering I was supposed to stop and get
the mail from the box. I spun around marching toward the post office in
a hurry now.
"Hey Greg, look she's coming back for you," teased Matt Long. "Damn that
girls like one hot lookin piece of ass."
"I wonder where she's from, I never saw her in school before today."
Shane Saner commented. "I'll ask Tammy tonight. I think they're in the
same grade."
Ducking into the post office I almost giggled. There were three seniors
who didn't know who I really was. Oh my god Bernice could totally be
naughty right now, I started to worry. It took three tries to get the
combination right on the PO box. And I pulled out a handful of letters
and bills.
When I came out again they'd all crossed the highway. "So what's your
name little girl?" Asked Shane. "I'll give you a ride home in my car."
He was flanked by the other two and they were between me and the
direction home. I started to panic, this could get real bad, real fast.
I heard gravel crunching behind me as someone else pulled off the road.
"Boy's, I hope you aren't up to mischief," Mr Redhorse said. "Malissa, I
thought that was you. You better hop in before you get into trouble."
"We weren't going to hurt her Mr Redhorse, honest. We were just having a
little fun that's all." Greg tried to sound convincing.
"Would that be the same kind of fun you had with our sister," asked
someone else from behind them. When they whirled around I saw Darren's
two older brothers standing there with Axe handles.
The three split as fast as they could run to their cars. And I blushed,
"Thank you sir," I said to Mr Redhorse.
"David, hop in. Darrel, will you escort Malissa home the rest of the
way? You're welcome Honey, tell your Momma David and I will drop off the
feed out at the farm."
"Yes sir, Thank you again.
He reached out and took my books from me, then offered his arm which I
took hold of.
I knew where they'd come from, their family owned the feed mill at the
back of the store parking lot.
As we walked I felt myself drawn closer to him, he was strong and
ruggedly handsome. I caught myself laying my head against his arm and
blushed in embarrassment.
"You want to watch out for those three," he warned me. "Don't ever let
yourself be alone with any of them, especially after what they did to
Darlene." I tried to get him to tell me more but he said no, it wasn't
for him to tell. But made me promise to stay away from them.
Momma was standing at the top of the steps and watched as he walked me
to the railing. He handed my books back to me, as I stepped up on the
first step. But before he could turn to leave I reach out and took hold
of his shoulders, lifting up on tip toes I kissed his cheek.
"Thank you Darrel" he blushed. "Tell Darren I said hi and hope he gets
well soon."
He'd just crossed to the other side of the highway when his dad and
brother slowed down and he hopped in the back of the truck.
"Malissa, did something happen?" Momma asked me.
"No Momma he just walked me home. But school was like so awesome."
"So I heard this morning from Mr Hall. Come in the house and let's talk
about it, shall we?"
I thought I was in trouble, and hurried into the house. "Momma, please
don't be mad at me. I just couldn't help it, everyone thought I was a
real girl. I mean like I'd just transferred in from someplace else."
"Are you sure that's all it was, just you having a bit of fun?" she
asked with concern.
I threw myself into her arms, "I wish I could go to school every day
like this. Be myself instead of," I shivered at the thought, "Donnie."
She held me tight, her hand caressing my back and hair. "I wish you
could too Sweetie. I wish I could snap my fingers and make it all
possible."
She didn't say anything as I cried silently into her blouse. When my
grip loosened and I started to wipe my eyes she let me go. "Malissa, if
this was the Reservation you would be accepted for who you are. But for
now I have to keep you safe. I will worry about you from the minute you
walk out the door until you're safely back home again. And that's my
right as your Momma, so please don't try to hide things from me. I know
why Darrel Redhorse walked you home."
"I'm sorry Momma, I didn't want to make you worry."
"Do you have homework tonight?" she asked.
"Yes Momma, not too much. Maybe an hours' worth," I told her.
"Ok, Russ, err John come on lets go do Chores. Malissa you stay here and
watch your baby brother while you do your homework. If we aren't back
before you finish, would you start dinner?"
"Yes Ma'am," I smiled.
I sat down at the kitchen table and did my reading assignments. Then
wrote a quick report on the French and Indian war. Then while I held my
baby brother on my hip I started dinner. The steaks were still half
frozen, so I put them in the pan with the lid over them.
A voice in the back of my head said, "Add a squirt of lemon juice, and
let them slow cook." I giggled and Eddie giggled, I'd learned to trust
Erika's advice on cooking.
I put Eddie down in the living room while I peeled the potatoes, then
sliced them really thin into the pan of boiling water. Next I got out a
can of Peas and opened that up to put into a smaller sauce pan.
It was starting to get dark outside, as I flipped the steaks over in the
pan and added another squirt of lemon to each one.
Straining off the water I dumped the potatoes into a bowl over a stick
of butter, and added a bit of milk just as a pair of headlights came up
the driveway. I was smiling to myself as I started the mixer to whip the
mashed potatoes.
"Momma," Eddie squealed from where he sat in the living room floor
watching a rerun of Police Woman. I knew he was too young to understand
it but I loved Angie Dickenson, she was so pretty and talented.
"That smells good," she complimented me as she picked him up. "Your
sissies a good cook isn't she?"
He giggled nodding his head, as they came into the kitchen. John dipped
his finger into the mashed potatoes and she smacked his hand. "That's
rude, go wash up for dinner."
I set the plates and silverware out and got out glasses. Then frowned as
I was taking the steaks out of the pan, they kept falling apart.
"what's wrong Honey. Did they burn?"
"No Momma, they keep falling apart." I told her.
"That's a good thing dear. It means they're nice and tender." She
sniffed at the pan, "They smell so good. Did you use lemon juice?"
Blushing, I admitted as much. "I've never tried that before. You'll have
to show me." I promised I would.
Later we sat on the sofa watching TV as I told her about every part of
my day.
"So did you freeze your legs off this morning?" she asked casually.
"It was pretty cold, but it warmed up by the time we had to go outside
again."
Reaching out she caressed my leg, "You'll want to shave those again
before tomorrow. I have a surprise for you."
I looked at the clock and realized it was almost Nine PM. I got up and
went to get a nightie out of her room, then headed for the bath room.
When I dropped my panties to sit on the toilet I squealed in disgust
jumping up. "John! God, why can't boys ever put the seat up before they
pee." It was made worse by his giggling in the other room.
"John, you go apologize to your sister right now!"
Standing outside the closed door he said, "I'm sorry."
"Please try to remember that ladies sit down on the seat. And it's not
polite to leave pee all over it," I said.
I took off my makeup, and plucked a few more eyebrow hairs then got into
the hot bubble bath. I only let myself relax for a few minutes before I
started shaving my legs again. I went over them twice before I was
satisfied I had all the hair. I'd taken off the wig, and shampooed my
hair using conditioner after I was finished. I let it stay on until I'd
finished bathing. Thinking it might help my hair grow faster.
Then while I was blow drying it John pounded on the door. "Hurry up I
have to pee. What's taking so long? I might understand if you were a
real girl, but you aren't just unlock the door and let me in."
"John Russell, leave your sister alone. She'll be out in a minute."
Turning off the hair dryer I put my wig back on then wearing my nightie
I opened the door. "All yours, I even lifted the seat for you." I walked
into the living room.
"Show me what you're going to wear tomorrow, I want to see what would
look best on you." Momma said. So I went and brought out the black dress
with the white polka dots on it. and she frowned a bit. I thought she
was disapproving. But then she said, "If that's really what you want to
wear I'll let you decide if you want to wear pantyhose or stockings."
Giggling she said, "Damn if I was a boy I'd totally go for you myself."
"Stockings? I've never worn those before. But pantyhose get awfully hot
after a while." I could feel myself fading into the background
"There's no time like the present for you to learn then." She lead me by
the hand to her room. Opening the opposite top dresser drawer she took
out a sheer black lacey thing.
"This is a Garter belt, it's for holding up stockings. And most guys get
really turned on by them." She shook it out till the straps hung down
then said, "This hooks behind you like a bra. When you have your
stockings up you hook them into the clasps like this." She showed me how
they worked. "Are you ready to try it?"
I hooked it around my waist, then rolled up the black stockings before
putting my foot into the toe and unrolling it up my leg. Then I stood
and used my hands to smooth out any wrinkles and pull it further up to
mid-thigh before fastening the straps. She said nothing as I did the
same with the other stocking.
She watched in silence as I adjusted the straps then stepped into a pair
of heels.
"Are you sure you've never worn stockings before? You did that like it
was second nature."
I heard Bernice's voice answer. "I just love stockings Momma. But
Malissa hasn't ever worn them before."
"How long have you been out front?" she asked.
Giggling Bernice answered, "Ever since you pulled this wonderful garter
belt out of the drawer. Thank you Momma, can she really wear it to
school tomorrow?"
Momma cocked her head looking at Bernice, "Only if she really wants to.
Don't you think you might want to let her decide that for herself
though."
I felt the pout on our face, "Oh alright." And she was gone leaving me
standing there in front of Momma.
"Malissa?"
I giggled, "Yes Momma. And yes I want to try it. it feels so naughty and
so Girly." I shivered and giggled.
"Do you know how to put them on?"
"Yes Momma, I was watching Bernice." I told her.
"Alright then, now get ready for bed. I'll be in in a minute."
I carefully took off the stockings and garter belt laying them on top of
the bra and panty set I'd picked out for the next day. I was so sure I
wouldn't be able to sleep, but I woke up to the sound of the alarm.
"Malissa, Honey get up. You don't want to be late for school do you?"
She urged from the doorway.
Stretching, I rolled over running my fingers through my longish hair.
Damn it sure felt longer than yesterday.
I rushed to the bathroom to potty before my step brother got in there. I
sat on the toilet looking at my hair as I brushed it out, it sure looked
a lot longer than yesterday. It was almost touching my shoulders. When I
was finished I rushed back to her room to get dressed.
"John get up and get ready, if Malissa gets in the bathroom again before
you do you'll have to wait until she's done. Now move it."
I was about to put on my wig when she stepped into the room, "Let me see
you without the wig," she commented. And I followed her into the living
room.
"Wow." She seemed to be measuring my hair. "Looks like your Boobs aren't
the only things that Grow fast. That's six inches in the last week."
She took the wig out of my hands. "You don't need this today Sweetheart.
Tonight we'll style it a bit when you get home. Now go put your face
on."
I grabbed my purse off the end of the sofa and sachet to the bathroom,
waiting for John to finish up.
Opening the door he looked at me kind of funny, his face pink with
embarrassment. "All yours Princess," he giggled and headed for the
living room.
"Why are you being so nice to him?" I heard him ask Momma. "You know if
it was me having to wear a dress and act like a girl he'd be so mean to
me." I was tracing along the edge of my lower eyelid as I listened to
the conversation. The liner pencil paused as I waited to hear her
answer.
"John, if it had been Donnie, I was prepared to make his life a living
hell. But that's not Donnie in there. That's Malissa, and she needs My,
Our help and understanding. She isn't anything like Donnie and it would
be wrong to punish her for the things he's done to you. Can you
understand that?"
"No, not really."
"You can't look past what you've always seen and see the Sister. The
girl that's crying to be released. The girl that has gone out of her way
to be nice to you since she came out front?"
"You're just like grandma, you want me to be nice to that girly boy
freak. Well I can't. I can't see any difference between her and the rest
of them. And I won't ever let Bernice get me alone again." He said.
I was stunned, I didn't know of any time that he'd met Bernice. But then
there was so much that I couldn't remember. I focused on my makeup
knowing I didn't have all day.
I put on my mascara, then picked out a light blue for my eye shadow. I
was thinking to myself, 'My god Bernice what did you do?'
And in the background of my mind I kept hearing giggles.
"Damnit Bernice, it isn't funny. What did you do to John?" I demanded of
her.
"Well if you must know," she paused in her haughty stuck up manner. "I
was feeling a bit lonely, and there he was sleeping in the bottom bunk
with his hand in his pants. So I just decided to have some fun." She let
me see her memory of the incident, as she'd slipped into his bed,
threatening to tell everyone how tiny his penis was if he didn't let her
play with it.
I watched the memory as her hand closed gently around it, her thumb
caressing the tip then leaning over to kiss it, only to have him explode
in her face. And the sound of her hysterical laughter at his
embarrassment.
"Bernice, you're a cruel Bitch, you know that?" I asked her.
She just flipped her hair and pranced back into the shadows.
My hand was shaking as I put on my lipstick, it took a minute to fix it
where I'd over done it.
When I started to put everything back into my purse I realized the rest
of the house was too quiet. I gathered up my towel from the night before
and my skirt and blouse and the bra. Looking around I didn't see the
panties. But I carried everything to the laundry and there I found them
stuck down beside the washing machine.
I was wondering what I should say, if I should just let it drop or what.
"Malissa? You better hurry or you'll be late." She reminded me. I looked
at the little black cat clock hanging on the wall its tail swinging back
and forth to count the seconds. It had to be wrong, it couldn't have
taken me forty minutes to put on my makeup.
"Where's John?" I asked worried.
"Honey, sit down," she said.
"Momma I'll be late for school."
"I'll drive you this morning, now sit down and eat."
I ate a quick bowl of cereal, Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries.
"Malissa, John's very confused right now. He's going through an awkward
stage," she began.
"Momma I know he is and I'm sorry for what Bernice did. It wasn't right,
and I want her to apologize to him. But I don't think that will help." I
was trying to be honest.
"Yes and I know you didn't know what she did," she said. "we heard you
yelling at her."
"You what? I wasn't even talking out lou,,," I stopped myself from
finishing, realizing I had no idea if I had kept my voice inside or not.
"what did she do? I won't be mad at you. I just need to know what she
did."
I was crying now. "She humiliated him Momma, humiliated in the worst way
possible." I looked up at her my eyes blurring from the tears. "she
started to give him a Blow job and when he came in her hand she just
laughed at him."
I had to go redo my face again before she would take me to school. But I
got there just as the bell had rung, and ran as fast as I could in
heels.
Charlene was looking at me funny, as were Tammy and Mona. Finally Tammy
said, "We were afraid you weren't going to show up."
"You've been crying, I can tell," Charles/Charlene said. "What
happened?"
"You wouldn't understand," I said. "It's so complicated."
"If my mother let me wear a Garter belt and stockings to school I damned
sure wouldn't cry about it." Charlene said. After a second she asked,
"Or did she make you wear them?"
"See you all think it's about this dressing up. But it isn't. it's about
all the, never mind."
"Malissa do you three have something you'd like to share with the rest
of the class?"
"No Mr Buelley," I answered. And stuck my nose in my book reading the
assignment while he graded our homework in silence.
When the bell rang Charlene said, "Ok what happened?"
"I can't talk about it. Sorry," I told him.
"Hey I told you about wanting to marry Joe Namath. So you can tell me
anything," he said.
"Ok but not here."
"Out in the hallway we had a bit of hurried privacy. "I have these other
people inside my head. And sometimes they do things."
He kept silent as Mike/ Michelle passed us. "Like what?"
"Well one of them is kind of like a nympho maniac."
"Oh my god, you mean Bernice?" he asked flooring me with surprised
shock.
"How do you know about her?"
"We talk sometimes, she's really nice, not like the other one. Just like
you are." We were almost to our next class, "Don't worry I won't tell
anyone else."
"Thanks," I said and hugged him the way real girls would do.
"How did you know I was wearing stockings?" I asked.
"I saw the straps and the tops when you were running down the hall to
class," he giggled. "Carla's like so jealous, Mike won't shut up about
how much cuter you are than she is. And then you show up wearing that.
your boobs look so real."
When I blushed he said, "They have some bounce, kinda like a seventh or
eighth graders."
Leaning closer I whispered, "They are real."
"No way those are real!" She/he blurted out in the middle of English
Literature. Then we both sat down embarrassed by his outburst.
Everyone was staring at us now, and Tammy edged closer, changing seats
to sit on the other side of me, "Did Charles, I mean Charlene just imply
that those are real?" she reached out quickly and squeezed my right
breast. Jerking her hand away, she just stared at me and then her hand.
She didn't say another word the rest of the class. I was wondering if
she was going to make my life hell or what when she reached out from the
janitors closet dragging me inside. Followed closely by Charlene who
crowded in closing the door.
Before I could react she had her hand inside the top of my dress feeling
my breasts. "God they are real Charlene, not like your Chicken boneless
chicken breasts." To which Charlene blushed.
I didn't know what to say, I just stood there. "This is like so cool,
how did you hide them all this time? Does anybody else know?"
"You aren't going to freak out are you, tell everyone, and laugh at me?"
"God no Malissa, but you and me are going to talk after school. So
invite me over to do homework, ok?" she said. "Besides I want to talk to
your Mom about makeup."
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