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Only Women Do That, Chapter 1
By Leslie Lowe
Lynn Simpson was a young man in his twenties who had always been blessed-
-or cursed, he sometimes thought--with unnatural beauty for a man, thin
and petite, with a beautiful complexion and sexy blue eyes with long
lashes any woman would envy. He took a new job as the accountant for a
medium-sized construction company surrounded by manlier men. He had
always been bullied, and had for that reason tried to avoid working in
places like Reliable Contractors, but he had been out of work and
desperate to find any job that paid a living wage.
To make it worse, Lynn's mother, with whom he lived so he could care for
her in her aged and diabetic condition, had always insisted that he wear
long, flowing hair, at least down to his shoulders. He kept his auburn
hair in a ponytail at work, trying to look like some of the rough men
with the same hair style who worked on the jobs, but on Lynn, the style
succeeded only in making him look that much cuter.
Lynn's very dominant boss, Sherry Trainor, was the daughter of the
founder, Sam Trainor, who was getting old now but was gamely resisting
Sherry's efforts to move him out.
Sam came in a couple of times a week to give Sherry and Lynn--and
everyone else within reach--his usual speech about how tough the
construction business had been for him and how easy they had it, regaling
them for a couple of hours before heading off for his three-martini lunch
and an afternoon of sports viewing, dozing in front of his television.
Mr. Sam, as Lynn called him, also had a secret affection for exotic sex,
which he could exercise now to the limit of his endurance, since his dear
wife had died of cancer three years before. So along with his sports
shows, Sam surfed the Internet for "chicks with dicks" as he called them
and fantasized about having one for a girlfriend, unaware that Sherry had
picked the brain of the company's computer guy, who installed Sam's
system at home, and found out about the old man's special interest.
The crisis began for Lynn on one otherwise normal afternoon at the
office, when Sherry marched into Lynn's tiny office carrying a purse,
closed the door, and sat down in his single chair and grinned at Lynn
like a predator, which she was.
It looked like bad news to Lynn. She never came into his office. "Hi,
Sherry!" he said. Afraid but intrigued, trying to be upbeat and
positive, he said it a bit too loudly.
"Lynn," Sherry said with a wicked smile, "I'll come right to the point.
I want you to help me see if my dad is, you know, going off the edge."
"What do you mean? He's such a nice man. You shouldn't let his sermons
get to you. All parents do that. It's their job!"
Sherry took a tube of lipstick out of her purse, pulled off the cap, and
rolled out the bright red shaft. "I want to put this lipstick on you,
and some eye makeup and earrings, and send you over to his house to drop
off some papers. I think the old pervert's into drag queens and such,
and this will tell me if he is. If he takes a liking to you, instead of
kicking you out on your sissy ass, I'll know what to do."
"Surely you're kidding?" Lynn asked. But he feared she was not. This
woman was full of surprises, most of them nasty. "What if he fires me?"
he asked meekly.
"How do you like this purse?" Sherry said, holding up the red leather
tote from which she had taken the lipstick.
"It's okay I guess."
"I'm glad you like it. It's yours, girlfriend. I got it for you at T.J.
Maxx. Now come over here and let me do your lips."
Lynn hesitated.
"That's an order," Sherry said. "You know that I will not tolerate
insubordination from my employees."
Lynn knew it. He had seen the woman fire solid working men for the
slightest infraction of her silly rules. And it was common knowledge
around the office, the subject of much teasing by the guys in the shop
out back, that Lynn had obtained this nice office job merely because "the
last office girl" had been too sexy, too enticing to the men, and that
had made Sherry jealous. Lynn had no choice. He stood up and moved over
in front of Sherry.
Sherry looked up at him. "Well, you little sissy, kneel down so I can
reach your lips. Hasn't your mother ever given you a makeover, a cute
little fairy like you?"
Lynn knelt down in front of her, his heart beating wildly, afraid,
transported back to the days in school when he had been called a sissy
and made to play a girl's part in student plays, acquiring enemies right
and left when he was so easily transformed into looking like a girl by
the volunteer mothers doing makeup, actually a prettier girl than half
the real girls. How do these things happen to me? Being too nice, too
open--too feminine? He saw now that his having shared with Sherry how
badly he needed this job and why he needed it had put him in a totally
vulnerable position.
Sherry reached out and grabbed Lynn's chin, grinning broadly. "That's a
good girl! Isn't this fun?" She took her time and lavished the creamy
lipstick first on the top lip then slowly on the bottom. "Roll your lips
together. Good! You've worn lipstick before, haven't you, sugar lips?"
She took a compact out of the purse and handed it to him. "Check out
your new look!"
Lynn stayed silent while Sherry took a pair of silver chandelier earrings
out of the purse--his purse!
"Aren't these cute?" Sherry said, plunging them into his pierced ears.
"You didn't think I would notice your pierced ears? I could tell you
liked to dress up. Now you know why I hired your sissy ass."
"I was in a band," Lynn said, feeling on his lips the gentle resistance
of the thick, creamy lipstick, seeing the earrings in the mirror, and
admitting to himself reluctantly that they did look cute on. He realized
hopelessly that his voice had fallen into the feminine range and had
acquired a musical lilt, automatically molding to his latest female role,
agent provocateur, femme fatale, boss' whore.
"Sure you were in a band, baby," Sherry said, laughing, "maybe female
vocalist?"
"You can really be mean sometimes, Sherry," Lynn said.
"Oh, Lynnette, please don't be such a wuss? Be a big girl now and put on
your own mascara." She dipped the applicator and handed it to Lynn,
watching as he expertly coated both sides. "See? Only a total girl can
do her lashes so well, without even a teensy smudge! Do you need a
little more, sweetie?" Sherry said, inserting and removing the
applicator. "Here, let me help."
Lynn knelt there as she finished his eyes.
"That's enough for the first test," Sherry said, putting the mascara in
the purse and hooking it over Lynn's shoulder, sitting back to survey her
creation. She reached into the purse and pulled out a bright pink
elastic band and put it on his ponytail. "There! That's perfect. You
look so cute! Take these contracts and get the old man to sign them."
She unbuttoned Lynn's shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms,
which were hairless. "That's nice. Show him a little cleavage when you
bend over, okay, honey?" She reached in and pinched Lynn on one of his
nipples.
"Ow!" He screeched, standing up, still holding the purse and the papers,
rubbing his sore nipple, feeling as if he might cry. "Sherry, please
don't make me do this? I'm begging you. You've had your fun. May I
please take off this makeup now that you've humiliated me?"
"Dollface, I have not yet begun to humiliate you. You are my cute little
tool. I know how badly you need this job, how sick your mother is,
remember? I know that no other company in town is hiring, that we get
ten applications a week for accounting girls like you. You'll do what I
say and be grateful. Is that clear, missy?"
"Yes," Lynn said.
"Yes what, you ungrateful little sissy?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Lynn said, his face burning and red, tears coming to his
eyes.
"That's better," Sherry said, dialing her cellphone. Looking up at Lynn,
she said, "I see those tears. Now run into the ladies' and wipe your
eyes carefully, before you ruin your mascara. I have to make a call."
Lynn left, hearing Sherry say through the door as he left, "Oh my God,
she's perfect. More girlie than I am. The old man is going to go wild."
As Lynn, shamefaced, scrambled for the women's bathroom, he passed one of
the shop men in the hall.
"What the fuck?" the guy said loudly.
"Ain't she pretty?" Sherry said to him, coming out of Lynn's office. "I
think her cat's out of the bag now, Bob."
Lynn didn't hear the rest of the teasing. He went into the ladies' room
and wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue and sat in the stall to
pee, as was his habit at home, to keep the bathroom clean for his mom.
He finished tinkling, wiped himself, and pulled up his pants. He checked
his lips in the mirror. Sherry had done a good job. He grimaced into a
sort of smile and wiped the red off his teeth. He checked his ponytail
to make sure it looked neat and tight, shocked again at the sight of the
fuzzy hot-pink band. Oh well, he said to himself, here goes nothing.
Old Sam will just fire me and that will be that. I did everything I
could.
# # #
When Lynn reached Mr. Sam's house, he pulled up the same way he always
did when coming over to get documents signed by the big boss. He checked
his lips and lashes in the visor mirror, took a deep breath, and opened
the car door. What else could he do?
He knocked on the back screen door, and Mr. Sam said, "Come in, Lynn.
Sherry told me you were on your way over."
Stepping inside, Lynn saw Mr. Sam sitting on his recliner in the corner
with a frosty drink by his side. He was flipping channels.
Lynn stepped quickly to his usual spot near the chair and held out the
papers, doing his best not to attract the old man's attention. Mr. Sam
finished finding something to watch and put down the remote, picking up
his drink for a sip.
Lynn stood there holding out the papers, waiting patiently, his purse on
his shoulder, hoping vainly that his appearance might go unnoticed, yet
knowing the storm was about to hit.
As Mr. Tom put his head back to sip his drink, he finally looked at
Lynn's face. His eyes got enormous and he choked on his drink, spraying
gin and ice all over the front of himself. "What the--"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Sam. Let me find something to wipe that up with."
Lynn scurried into the kitchen and came back with a roll of paper towels.
He soaked up the spills and wiped everything off, finishing by blotting
with his towel on Mr. Sam's crotch, which he noticed was rather prominent
with a robust erection. Realizing what he had just done, he let out an
embarrassed giggle and backed away, apologizing again and feeling more
embarrassed than ever, wondering what the old man must think. How could
he be so stupid as to touch him? Was he channeling Sherry's desire to
catch the old man with his pants down, trying to seduce him?
"Sit down, Lynn," said the old man, taking Lynn's hand. "I think we need
to talk."
Lynn did as ordered, and tried to relax, just sitting there on the couch
and waiting, with Mr. Sam holding his hand as if he were a child, and
staring at him, smiling. Finally the old man said, "Are you wearing
lipstick?"
"Yes, sir."
"Only women do that." He looked at Lynn, letting it sink in. "Do you
know any men who wear lipstick?"
"Maybe movie stars or actors on Broadway?"
"This is not Hollywood or New York. So why are you wearing it??
?I--I just like the way it feels. My lips feel nourished. And I guess I
like the way I look. My face doesn?t look all washed-out.? Lynn had
heard his mother say it countless times.
?You sound like a woman all right,? Mr. Sam said, patting his hand. ?You
can tell me, son. Are you a fairy, or a transsexual, or what??
This was something Sherry had not prepared Lynn for. Should he lie or
what? He hesitated. If in doubt, avoid the question, Lynn thought.
He shrugged and rolled his eyes. He tried to smile at Mr. Sam in a
girlish way. He batted his eyelashes at the man, feeling really obvious
and really foolish.
?Not that you don?t look very pretty,? the old man said, smiling.
Lynn felt himself blush all over again. ?Thank you, Mr. Sam,? he said,
and found himself giggling musically. Where did that come from?
Mr. Sam pulled Lynn?s hand and pressed it into his lumpy crotch.
Lynn felt the old man?s penis. He opened his mouth and sucked in a deep,
surprised breath. He squirmed a little and panicked a little, blushing
furiously. But then, on further thought, he decided he would play his
part. What?s the harm in giving the old guy a few thrills? Smiling as
prettily as he could muster, he said, ?This is really embarrassing, but
I?m glad you think I?m attractive.? He tried to relax and smile as if he
were enjoying himself, as if he were a woman who was flattered and maybe
a bit turned on.
Mr. Sam continued to rub himself with Lynn?s much smaller, softer hand.
?Does Sherry know you?re dressed up like this??
Lynn responded with a gentle, massaging squeeze of the old man?s
surprisingly large penis. ?Yes, she knows.?
?What did she say when she saw you with your purse and earrings, and
those sexy red lips??
Lynn was gaining confidence. ?Does that really matter??
?She gave you a hard time, didn?t she? Don?t tell me. She can be a real
bitch, that girl.?
?How did you know?? Lynn said, nodding, trying to look hurt. ?She
teased me mercilessly!?
?Well, you tell her I said that if you want to be a girl, you can. We
don?t discriminate against wetbacks or n--or anybody. As long as you
know how to do accounting and hustle our contracts back and forth, who
gives a shit? Excuse the language.?
Lynn was amazed that the old man was being so sweet to him. He was
treating him like a woman. And not just any woman, but one he was
attracted to. Wow!
?What I?m saying is, if you want to be a girl, you go right ahead and be
a girl. It?s a free country, and you?re not hurting a blessed soul.?
?Yes, sir, I will. And thank you so much for being so sweet to me.?
Lynn gave the old man?s erection one more gentle squeeze and tugged his
little hand loose from Mr. Sam?s rough, leathery catcher?s mitt of a
palm.
?Do you have a boyfriend?? Mr. Sam asked.
?No, sir.? Lynn placed the contracts in front of Mr. Sam on the coffee
table, in neat stacks, very prim and orderly, aware that he was being
watched, adding just a little bit of feminine grace to his movements to
reward his audience for the attention, aware that he was a prima donna at
heart, a born performer, and for just those few seconds, having
compassion for himself, being himself, fully and without reservation.
Nice.
The old man signed the documents slowly, obviously also lost in his own
thoughts.
Lynn pointed with a slender finger to the three spots Mr. Sam had missed.
Stacking the completed contracts, Mr. Sam handed them to Lynn. He put
his large hand on Lynn?s cheek and slide it down slowly to his chin, then
turning the young man?s face toward him.
Lynn was afraid he was about to be kissed. Or was he excited by the
possibility? He honestly did not know which.
But the old man just caressed his cheek again, patted it one last time,
and let go. ?I?d like to see you in a dress next time.?
?Really?? Lynn said, a bit shocked, realizing he had not thought there
would be a next time after this display of affection, unaware exactly
what Sherry had planned to get rid of this poor, lonely old man.
?Well, sure,? Mr. Sam said. ?Anyone who wants to be a girl should wear a
dress. You know you want to.?
?I--I guess so,? Lynn said, standing up.
?I?d like to see how you look in a dress and high heels. I bet you?re a
sexy little thing in the right clothes.?
?We?ll see!? Lynn blurted, escaping out the door. ?Bye, Mr. Sam!?
# # #
When Lynn arrived at the Reliable offices, he went straight in to report
to Sherry. He knocked, and Sherry said ?come on in.? Lynn was dismayed
to find her sitting on the couch with one of the company?s top job
managers, Rod Roddick, who was now grinning at Lynn?s new look.
?Well, who?s this young lady?? Rod said to Sherry. ?I told you it would
work. The old man?s probably in love already.? Roddick was Sherry?s
boyfriend.
?Okay, rub it in,? Sherry said. ?You get the credit. It was a hell of
an idea.?
Rod looked at Lynn again. ?Turn around,? he said.
Lynn turned.
Rod watched him, slowly, unblinking, his laughing eyes scanning Lynn?s
red lips and earrings, and finally taking in his purse and the shape of
the body. ?Goddamn amazing. He carries that purse just like a woman.
And he does look like a fucking girl.? He shook his head in amazement.
? Hell, he?s even pretty. And sexy. Nice little ass. Look at those
hips.?
Sherry looked at Lynn, waiting for a response.
Lynn just stood there after his pirouette, frozen, mortified, thinking of
what it would be like now that two men in the company had seen him, or
rather three. His life here would be hell, high school all over again,
cries of ?sissy? and ?fairy? following him relentlessly whenever he went,
his inadequacies as a man providing entertainment for all the real men,
as if he had a bright pink target emblazoned on his chest.
?Well, Lynn, aren?t you going to thank Rod for the compliment like a
proper young lady??
Lynn took a deep breath. ?Thank you, Rod,? he said meekly. Thinking,
was this Rod?s idea? This scheme to move the old man out of the company?
?Say it like a girl,? Sherry said. ?You need the practice.?
Actually, Lynn did not need the practice. He had long ago mastered the
feminine voice and manner when he had first taken the female lead in
?Grease? as a sophomore in high school, and his voice was no different
now, rather high-pitched, higher than some women, Sherry?s for example.
So Lynn said sweetly and musically, ?Thank you so much, Rod! It?s so
nice to be accepted so graciously by the cutest guy in the whole
company!?
?Whoa,? Rod said. ?I think she?s making fun of us now, Sherry.?
?I think you?re right. Maybe you should turn her over your knee and give
her a spanking for trying to be cute with us.?
?You wouldn?t!? Lynn said to Sherry, before he could stop himself.
?What? You don?t think I can?? Rod said, picking up the gauntlet that
Lynn had most assuredly not intended to throw down.
?Sure you can!? Lynn said. ?I mean Sherry--she-she shouldn?t--?
?Come here and bend over, girly man.? Rod extended his arm and crooked
his large finger to indicate he meant what he said, also looking sideways
at Sherry, obviously showing off his machismo for his girlfriend.
?Please?? Lynn begged. ?I did what you said, Sherry. There?s no need to
tease me. There?s no need to hurt me.?
?Oh, I don?t know,? Sherry said, smiling and looking at Rod, the two of
them feeding on each other, a couple of dominant personalities enjoying
their power over a weaker person. ?I think a little discipline can be
good for a girl, and some even find it erotic. I wonder if she?s one of
them?? She reached out and grabbed Lynn at the crotch, feeling his
erection. ?I thought so! You?ve been a bad girl, Lynn, enjoying the
seduction of a poor old man and now trying to steal my boyfriend away
from me. Spank her good, Rod. The bitch deserves it. Oh, does she
deserve it.?
Rod was up before Lynn could move. The large, massively muscled man
grabbed Lynn?s wrist and twisted it up and behind. Rod sat and forced
Lynn to bend over his legs, always maintaining the tension on the smaller
man?s arm.
Lynn had been whimpering, and now, as he felt the breath knocked out of
him as he landed on Rod?s muscular thighs, he tried to scream for help.
?Help! Help me! Please, no!? The words came out in a feminine shriek,
and Sherry and Rod just laughed at him.
The door flew open and one of the shop men rushed in, an Hispanic man
they called Johnny. He stopped abruptly as he puzzled the scene out.
Sherry stood up. ?It?s okay, Johnny. We?re just having some fun with
Lynn.?
?I?m sorry, Miss Sherry. I thought it was you. I thought--?
?No problem. Thank you for checking on me. You can shut the door behind
you.?
?Si,? Johnny said, nodding emphatically, almost bowing as he backed out,
smiling now, having seen Lynn?s lips and earrings and helpless,
childlike, spanking position, all sorts of wild stories already
developing in the workman?s mind. Wait until the other guys hear about
this shit!
Lynn wanted to die, right now; let it all end. His life was over at this
job anyway, and there were no more jobs, and he couldn?t leave his
mother--but what? His panicked thoughts were interrupted by an even more
intrusive sensation, hands working on his pants.
Sherry had reached under his squirming little body and had unbuckled and
unsnapped his pants. Zip! Then Rod pulled Lynn?s pants down. ?Damn, I
would a thought he?d be wearing lace panties.?
Sherry pulled Lynn?s briefs down to his ankles with the pants, and Rod?s
massive, calloused hand landed on Lynn?s exposed ass, with a painfully
loud slap.
?Ow!? Lynn cried, the tears coming fast, as Rod landed another and
another slap to his butt. ?Please stop, Rod? Please? I?m begging you.
You win! Sherry, you made your point. I?m sorry. I didn?t mean
anything! Please? Please? Please--? His cries tapered off as he
realized Rod had stopped and was caressing his ass with that same large
hand.
?Like a girl?s ass,? Rod said, ?feel it.?
Sherry felt it, massaged it, tickled it, standing behind Lynn, using both
hands, moving her hands into his crack, taking one hand away for a few
seconds, after which Lynn realized she was teasing his anus with a
moistened fingertip, probing as if to penetrate him, which she did.
?Oh!? Lynn squealed in shock. Despite his attempt to gain control of
himself, he allowed a groan of pleasure to escape, feeling the teasing
delight of intimate touches in the midst of his shame, humiliating him
further, bringing him to complete submission. He heard, ?Mmmm,? and
realized the sound had escaped again.
Sherry popped her finger out and gave Lynn?s ass a tender pat. ?She?s
ready for the old man to fuck,? she said, laughing, and gave Lynn another
swat, this one hard enough to make him cry out in pain again.
Rod put him on his feet, facing them, his pants still all the way down,
shielding his privates with his hands, crying, sniffling, looking down,
too ashamed to see another human face right now, wanting to just--just
die. What did he have left to live for?
?Put your hands up, partner. Let?s see what you?re packing there,? Rod
said.
Lynn complied, holding his hands up by his shoulders, all resistance
gone, and with it all hope.
?Look how tiny his cock is!? Sherry said.
?Yeah,? Rod said, ?and it?s still hard.?
?But so petite, more like an engorged clitoris,? Sherry said, giggling.
?Look at me, sissy.?
Lynn looked at them, sitting on the couch, relaxed and oh so amused by
his humiliation. He hated them. But somehow he thought in that moment
of Marilyn, and then J.F.K., and said to himself, ?Don?t get mad, get
even.? And his plan began to ripen in his mind. His life as a man was
over, at least in this town, and he had to stay here to take care of his
mother. But had he ever been a man to these people, in school, in this
community, in this company? Not really.
?Make yourself cum, girlfriend. I want to see if it even works.?
?You?re not serious?? Lynn said.
?Oh yes,? Sherry said. ?We like to watch sissies pleasure themselves.?
?We do?? Rod said.
?Well, there?s a first time for everything.?
?Right,? Rod said, laughing, then speaking to Lynn. ?Do it, before I
spank you again, you little fag.?
?Okay,? Lynn said meekly, starting to masturbate, a familiar enough
movement to him, a man who had never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for
that matter.
Sherry stood up and slapped him in the face. ?He?s yes sir to you, do
you understand that, girlie girl??
?Yes, ma?am,? Lynn said, getting close already, beating his small penis
so hard, the waves of pleasure flowing over him.
?I think he likes a little pain,? Rod said, watching Lynn start to
shudder after Sherry?s slap.
?Uhhhhh!? Lynn hissed as his little penis exploded in a spout of milky
cum, trying too late to direct it toward an open space of floor, instead
spraying the couple?s feet and the couch.
?Now clean it up, bitch,? Sherry said, ?starting with Rod?s boots. He
needs to get back to the site. You wouldn?t want him going back to work
with your feminine juices all over his boots, would you, girlfriend??
?No, ma?am,? Lynn said, as he knelt to begin the final, undeniable act of
utter degradation and humiliation that would, more than anything else,
fuel his later actions.
# # #
?Okay,? Sherry said, later that afternoon, as she finished questioning
Lynn in his office about the results of his first meeting with her
father. ?This is perfect. I knew you were a little slut. All we have
to do now is give the old fart what he wants. After we close this
afternoon, I?ll take you to the mall and buy you a sexy outfit or two,
and some heels. We?ll make the old dear?s dreams come true, in spades,
and then his ass will be mine, nursing home city. This will be fun!?
?Yes, ma?am,? Lynn said, checking his lips in his compact and freshening
up his lipstick with Sherry watching, trying his best to go with the
flow.
?God, you look so normal doing your lips!? Sherry said.
?Thank you, ma?am.? Said Lynn, who had been working all afternoon on his
accounts, trying without success to stay in seclusion in his office,
trying to keep the flashbacks at bay since cleaning up his tormentors?
feet and Sherry?s couch with his tongue. His fanny still hurt from the
blows. He had seen the redness and bruising on his tush in the ladies?
full-length mirror when Sherry took him there and nursed him, washing his
face and applying a cool cloth to his burning ass, then reapplying his
makeup, telling him he was a girl now and would be using the women?s
restroom from now on.
?Do you think you can have fun with this? I?m not a bad person, once you
get to know me.?
?Yes, ma?am.? Already in this first afternoon most of the men in the
shops out back had come in on some accounting-related pretext to see how
Lynn looked as a made-up sissy, Sherry having been very liberal with the
eye shadow and eyeliner and even plucking Lynn?s eyebrows into gracefully
feminine arches. Actually, it had been amusing to see the effect on some
of the men, especially the younger ones, several of them saying sweet
things like, ?you look pretty,? and ?yes, ma?am.?
?Yes what??
?Yes, ma?am. I?ll do my best to have fun.?
?That?s better. You?re a good girl. I know you will do your best, sugar
lips. This is your destiny. And don?t think I don?t know that you?re
aching to get those pretty red lips of yours around my Rod?s cock. I
might even allow it, if you?re sweet tonight.?
?Yes, ma?am,? Lynn said, shocked to hear such things but not reacting,
resigned to his public humiliation, accepting that he will now be the
laughingstock of the company, the mall, and the town, the little feminine
man who was turned into a woman by his powerful Amazon boss and her manly
man boyfriend. And yet not resigned, because Lynn had decided that his
months of training as an actress could serve up revenge to these two
horrible people, and perhaps give old Mr. Sam a few days of happiness.
Yes, the truth was that Lynn had now transformed himself in his mind into
a special kind of woman, and she was a woman of substance, one who who
would use her feminine gifts to lay waste to the criminals and to spread
joy and love to the good hearts in her world. ?You can call me ?she? if
you want. It?s kind of fun. Did I ever tell you I was Sandy in ?Grease?
when I was in school??
?No!? Sherry said, impressed. ?Were you good??
?I think so,? Lynn said demurely. ?Everyone seemed to enjoy it, and lots
of little girls wanted my autograph. It was so fun!?
?I think we?ve found your true calling, girlfriend.? Sherry came over to
Lynn and hugged her like a daughter. ?I wish you had told me earlier
that you wanted to be a woman. I wouldn?t have needed to be so rough
with you.?
?I?m so sorry,? Lynn said softly, thinking, laughing to herself, of her
favorite show as a child, ?The A Team.? I love it when a plan comes
together.
[To be continued, in the unlikely event anyone is interested in seeing
more.]
(c) Copyright 2012, by Leslie P. Lowe. All rights reserved.
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