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Operation Rescue: The New Co-Ed Chapter 15 -Witching Season A young man gets in trouble and loses his scholarship. It looks like his dream of college to escape a poor future is doomed - until he sees an ad recruiting 'adoption facilitators'. The Dean's daughter confronts Tommi, complicating her life once more. As mid-terms approach, Tommi winds up at a campus Halloween party. [email protected] ********************************************************************** The girl in the student center was making no secret of the fact that she was staring at Tommi. Consequently, Tommi felt uneasy by the intensity of her stare. It was more unnerving that the girl staring at Tommi was Jillian, the Dean's daughter. Tommi took one last bite of her salad and glanced up. She felt relief when she saw that Jillian was no longer at her table. "Excuse me." A familiar voice sounded to Tommi's right. Tommi started at the unexpected interloper and was startled to see Jillian, the Dean's daughter, standing, still peering intently at her. "Uh, yes?" she managed to stammer. She hadn't seen Jillian moving from her table. "I'm absolutely sure that I know you from somewhere," Jillian said confidently. "Uh, are you sure? I don't think we've met." Tommi tried to sound hesitant and uncertain. Uninvited, Jillian slid out a chair and sat down. "I'm sure," she repeated. "And I think you know me, too." "You're probably mistaken," Tommi replied nervously. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need ..." Jillian sighed. "Maybe I am mistaken," she admitted. "It's just that you looked so familiar, and I usually never forget a face." "Hey, Tommi," Diane called, as she paused beside Tommi's table, "we're going to go out for pizza tonight. Wanna come?" Tommi glance up at Diane. "Sounds like a plan." She looked back at Jillian. "As I was saying ..." "Tommi. Tommi," Jillian repeated to herself over and over several times as her mental gears turned. "Tommi? Tom?" Her eyes widened. "I _knew_ I'd seen you before! Isn't that right, Tom Wilson?" Tommi's eyes widened with fright. "Shhh!" she said insistently to Jillian. "Please keep your voice down!" She glanced around, terrified that someone had overheard Jillian. Fortunately, the din of the dining area had worked to Tommi's advantage. "You _are_ Tom Wilson!" Jillian exclaimed softly. "I _knew_ I'd seen you before! Holy shit! What happened to you?" Tommi grimaced. "Can we go somewhere a little less public?" she pleaded. Jillian stared at Tommi. "What the heck did you do?" she asked again. Tommi glanced around nervously again before she decided to take matters into her own hands. She stood and gently clutched Jillian's forearm, lifting it to get the girl to stand. Still holding Jillian's arm, Tommi led her one-time paramour out of the dining area and out of the student center. "I'll tell you all about it, but in private," Tommi hissed, still glancing around nervously. Tommi and Jillian walked to a small bench under some trees, a quiet area that was, at present, devoid of students. Tommi sat down, and Jillian sat beside her. "Okay, now, what's going on here?" Jillian demanded softly, her curiosity raging within her. "Last time we talked, we were," she grinned mischievously, "you know." Tommi sighed. "It's a long story." "I'm dying to hear it," Jillian replied. "I wondered what happened to you. I figured Daddy just arranged to kick you out of school, like he usually does." She sounded unhappy, even a touch remorseful, at what she thought her Dad's had done. Tommi felt her stomach knot at the mention of Jillian's dad. "He tried," Tommi admitted. "He got my scholarship taken away." Jillian's face fell. "I'm sorry," she said softly. After a moment, curiosity got the better of her. "I don't get it. Are you disguising yourself as a girl to stay in school? That sounds kind of extreme!" Tommi shook her head. "No, I'm not disguising myself. I _am_ a girl - at least for my job." She saw the confused look on Jillian's face. "You ever heard of the Morris Foundation?" "No." "They're an anti-abortion adoption facilitator," Tommi began. "They arrange for babies to be saved from abortion, carried to term, and placed in loving families." Jillian frowned. "So how does that affect you? You're not a girl!" "The Foundation has a donor mother carry the baby to term, and then it's given for adoption." "They can do that?" Jillian asked, surprised. Her features clouded with confusion again. "What does that have to do with you and ... this?" Tommi sighed. "When I lost the scholarship, I needed a job. I applied for a job as an adoption facilitator. I thought it was something clerical. Turns out it wasn't. The job is to carry an unwanted baby to term. The Foundation gives a generous stipend, and it helps with school expenses. There's just one problem." "Carry to term - that sounds like having a baby. And you're not ... " Jillian's eyes widened as realization dawned. "So you had a sex change so you could get the job?" "Well, yeah, but not the old way. You know about cloned organs, right? The Foundation developed that technology. They used that process to grow female parts based on my DNA, so I could carry babies." "So you _are_ a girl? Really? Completely?" Jillian asked, astonished. "Yeah, completely. Head to toe, inside and out, I've got all the right parts." Jillian glanced at Tommi's large breasts, neatly outlined by the tight polo shirt Tommi wore. "Including ...?" "Everything. Including ... that time of month," Tommi blushed as she spoke. "Really? Wow!" Jillian exclaimed softly. "That would explain some of the odd things I heard Daddy saying on the phone after ...." "Yeah," Tommi nodded. "Damn," Jillian began, her voice cracking a bit. "I never intended for you to lose your scholarship, let alone to end up like this, too?" She had a pained expression from what Tommi guessed was guilt. "I'm so sorry, Tom." "Tommi," Tommi interjected. "Tommi Sue. The girls christened me Tommi Sue." "Tommi Sue? The girls?" Tommi nodded. "I'm living with a great bunch of girls in Avery Hall," she explained. "They've helped me a lot with adjusting to this." "You're living in the girls' dorm?" Jillian rolled her eyes as she realized what she'd said. "Duh!, Of course you are! You're a girl! That was a stupid thing for me to say!" "I've heard a lot worse." Jillian looked back at Tommi, her eyes a bit sad. "I'm so sorry," she repeated. "I feel like this is my fault. That and Daddy's being an asshole again!" The last part had a tone of resentment that surprised Tommi. "You're - you were - a nice guy. One of the nicest I ... dated. I'm so sorry." Tommi noted that Jillian's eyes were misted; she was either a damned good actress, or she was genuinely sorry. "I wish I could undo this," Jillian continued. "It wasn't fair of Daddy!" "Well, it's too late now. And at least I get to finish my college education," Tommi said unenthusiastically. "And then what?" Tommi smiled. "Once I finish my ... contracts, I'll have another surgery to change back to normal." Jillian looked up and down Tommi's body, pausing noticeably at Tommi's ample breasts. "In a way, that's kind of a waste," she said with a sly grin. Tommi noticed Jillian's appreciative glance. "I've heard that once or twice already," she admitted. "But I'm still a guy inside." Jillian laughed at Tommi's comment. "Are you sure? The way you walk, talk, and dress, you're more of a girl than some life-long girls I've known!" "I doubt that," Tommi protested weakly, but her blush at the implied compliment belied her words. Jillian's curiosity seemed to explode. She began to grill Tommi on the entire process; what it was like to be pregnant, to have a baby, how the process worked - everything. Tommi was grateful that the topic had shifted from her own personal situation; it was still unnerving to Tommi to have other girls saying she was feminine and attractive - especially after the recent debacle with Erica. So Tommi was only too happy to shift the subject to the process. Still, it was yet another girl who was curious about pregnancy and childbirth, and she, Tommi, former guy, was giving lessons from first-hand experience. Suddenly, Jillian glanced at her watch. "Damn! I didn't even notice the time!" she exclaimed. "I'm late for class!" She practically leapt to her feet and scooped up her backpack. "Gotta run!" She bent over and gave Tommi an awkward hug. "I'd like to get together again. I'll call you." She scampered off, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at the confused girl still sitting on the bench. ********** "Call me paranoid," Katie snorted, "but she's the one who got you in this mess in the first place. I don't trust her!" Tommi leaned back against her pillow. "I don't know. She seemed sincere." "I don't trust her," Katie said again, even less charitably. "She's up to something." Sara, reclining on Katie's bed, nodded. "I agree with Katie. You shouldn't trust her." "Why are you two so suspicious?" Tommi asked. "She was nice. She was pleasant to talk with. She apologized for what her dad did to me." A knock on the door interrupted the conversation. "Come in," Tommi replied, eyeing Katie and Sara warily. She hoped, not so secretly, that the newcomers would distract her little sister and "big sister" from hectoring her about Jillian. Diane, Ashley, Erica, and Kim walked in and helped themselves to seats. Tommi made a point of giving Erica a smile, but was rewarded with a very icy look. "Look, Tommi, just be careful," Katie cautioned. "She's got a reputation as being a manipulator as well as being a slut! You don't want your reputation ruined by hanging out with the likes of her!" "You guys must be talking about Jillian," Kim noted as she stretched out in Tommi's chair. "Sheesh, what a whore! From what I've heard, she does two or three different guys every week!" "Yeah," Diane echoed, lazed on Katie's bed with Ashley. "The way she gets around, she's probably had bunches of STDs, and maybe even an abortion or two!" Tommi ignored the biting comments, lest she add some impoliteness of her own. Instead, she noted that Erica was still standing uneasily. "C'mon, Erica," Tommi prompted, "have a seat." She scooted up her bed, making room for Erica to sit. Erica visibly stiffened. She glanced around, and realized that everyone was staring at her. Bowing to the inevitable, she sat on the edge of the Tommi's bed. It was enough that she sat, but her initial unwillingness to sit next to Tommi and the awkwardness of her position hinted at a story she and Tommi wanted to keep secret. "Sheesh, Katie," Tommi grumbled. "You sound like a mother hen!" She saw the stubborn look on Katie's features. "Okay, okay," Tommi sighed. "I'll be careful." "Good. That's all I wanted to hear." "So," Sara changed the subject, "are you going to the costume party at the end of the month?" Katie shook her head. "Nah. That's not my type of thing. Besides, that's _weeks_ away!" "It's never too early to start planning, especially when costumes are involved. And it'll be a blast!" Kim disagreed. "And it's not just a 'date only' party." "Yeah. There are prizes for best costumes, too!" Ashley added. "And it's a _lot_ safer than a frat party!" Sara perked up. "I heard the frat parties were pretty good." Katie laughed. "If you're a 'little sister' sorority brat, or if you're an easy girl. Those guys are nothing but horn-dogs, and they'll do anything to get laid - whether the girl is cooperative or not!" "Yeah," Kim agreed. "They usually spike the guests' drinks! The girls get drunk, the guys have their way with them." "But ... that's against school policy and illegal, since most students are under the legal age!" Tommi was shocked that the guys would do such a thing. "It _could_ be worse," Katie cautioned. "When I was a freshman, one frat lost their charter and was kicked off campus because they were using date rape drugs. A couple of the guys were expelled and wound up in jail." Sara's eyes were wide with fear at the stories she was hearing. "Wow! I didn't realize." "That's why the student center party is the place to go," Ashley said. "It's a lot safer." "But ... what about costumes?" Kim inquired. "Are we going as a group, or individually? It's a lot harder to come up with a group theme for costumes!" Erica glanced at Tommi. "You know," she said wistfully, "you should go as Tinkerbell!" It was the first comment or glance that Erica had directed at Tommi. Tommi's eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? Me? As Tinkerbell?" "Why not? You've definitely got the figure for a sexy Tinkerbell, and it'd be easy to style your hair to fit the 'sassy Tink' look perfectly!" Tommi tried to picture herself in a tight-fitting very short Tinkerbell costume - and didn't like the resulting mental image. "I don't think so," she answered. "I don't have the legs for it. I hate short skirts. And I'm not sure I'm even going to go!" "Sure you are," Sara argued. "It'll be fun! I've always wanted to go out on Halloween with my sister, and this year, I'm gonna do it!" Kim grinned. "You'll be the best-endowed Tinkerbell anyone has ever seen!" A momentary dreamy look flitted across Erica's features. "That'd be a sight!" "Tinkerbell was blonde, if I recall," Tommi protested, hoping to find at least one thing to slow the momentum of the brewing conspiracy. "That's easily fixed," Katie joined in the fun. "Haven't you ever heard that blondes have more fun? Don't you want to find out if it's true?" "You guys are going to push me until I say yes, aren't you?" "Um," Kim stammered, not sure how to reply. "We just want you to come with us." Her lie was transparent. "Yeah," Ashley added. "Yes, we're pushing you," Sara said bluntly. "You haven't really done anything social since you had the baby! You're done pumping, so it's time to have a little fun before you have your next procedure. And this will be fun!" Tommi glanced around, seeing the expectant faces of all the girls. "Okay," she relented. "I suppose I'll go." Sara's face brightened. "I'll pick out your costume!" she offered. "No," Tommi countered quickly. "I'll get my own." Sara's expression fell. "But ... I wanted to do something for my big sister!" she complained. Tommi saw Katie's warning glance and knew what the answer was. "Oh, all right," she finally agreed. "But nothing too racy or revealing, okay?" Sara's grin and the sly glance she exchanged with Erica made Tommi nervous. "Okay?" she prompted again, more insistently. She got no answer. ********** "Donut or cookie?" Tommi gazed longingly at the pastries, cookies, and other sweets in the student center coffee shop. They seemed to call to her, seducing her with their promises of sweetness and, in the case of the eclairs, their sweet creamy filling. Tommi fought the impulse to indulge her sweet tooth. "You're killing me, Jillian," she whined. "My diet won't let me." Jillian laughed. "So have an extra-large diet Coke to make up for it." Tommi gave Jillian one of those stares. "Yeah, and we both know it doesn't work like that!" She turned back to the counter. "How about a small, whole-wheat blueberry muffin? Hold the butter, please. And a small decaf." Jillian shook her head. "Here I am treating you to a mid-morning snack, and you go for something plain and," she made a show of shuddering, "healthy!" When the girl behind the counter rang up the total, Jillian plopped down her debit card. "Out by the fountain?" Tommi suggested. Jillian smiled pleasantly. "Yeah, it's such a nice day. That sounds perfect." The two girls gathered their food and walked toward the doors. "I don't get how you can stick to that diet," Jillian observed as Tommi took a bite of her muffin. Tommi laughed. "If you knew Dr. Tina and Rachel, you'd understand. They can be tyrants about my health! If I put on even one extra ounce, I'd get sentenced to extra time in the gym working with a trainer who's a reincarnated Nazi!" Jillian chuckled. "It can't be that bad!" "Well, maybe I'm exaggerating - a little!" Tommi joked. "But, since my transfer is in a little over four weeks, I've got to work extra hard now to avoid weight problems later." Jillian did a little mental math, and her face clouded. "That's mid- terms week! How are you going to work around that?" Tommi's eyebrows shot up. "Damn! I forgot about mid-terms!" "I suppose you'll have to get a medical excuse to postpone them - unless you want to take them early." "I'll have to talk to my Profs and see what I can arrange." Tommi took another bite, relishing the sweetness of the blueberries. "What do your parents think of you doing this?" Tommi about choked. "Uh," she stammered, "not much." Tommi looked down. "Ma and my older sister hate it. I've been practically disowned." "I'd imagine this was pretty hard for your dad, too." Tommi felt her eyes misting. "Dad's ... gone," she said very softly, fighting back tears. "He died ... a few years ago." Jillian reached out and put her hand on Tommi's. "I'm so sorry," she said slowly. "I didn't know." Tommi noted a strangely sympathetic sadness in her voice. Tommi wiped at the tears. "The hardest part," Tommi continued softly, her voice a bare whisper, "is that nobody understands how hard it is." Jillian's lip trembled, and tears started streaming down her cheeks. "I do. Two years ago, my mom ..." Her voice choked, and she began to sob. "She had cervical cancer," Jillian finished through tears. Tommi felt a sudden bond with Jillian; each had lost a parent and each was still hurting from that loss. Not quite knowing why, she leaned to Jillian and pulled her into an embrace, so the two girls could cry on each other's shoulder. "I'm sure your dad..." Tommi got no further. Jillian reared back, and her eyes flashed despair. "He's an asshole!" she cried, not even trying to hide her tears. "He never has any time for me! He doesn't care how I feel, or how I hurt!" The tears continued streaming down Jillian's cheeks as she slowly sank back to Tommi's shoulder. "I'm all alone now!" she sobbed bitterly. "Just like you are." Tommi gulped. Jillian was _more_ lonely than Tommi was; Tommi had a loving little sister and Katie, her "big sister." Tommi had caring staff at the center. It sounded like Jillian was completely alone in her pain and grief. Tommi couldn't help but wonder if her loneliness and pain was behind Jillian's need to feel wanted by someone, anyone. ********** "I am _not_ going to the party!" Tommi snarled. "Not like this!" She stood in a skimpy costume in her dorm room, and her expression was not happy. "Aw, c'mon, Tommi," Sara pleaded. "You said you'd go!" "And I also said I wouldn't wear anything skimpy!" Tommi countered angrily. "Look at me!" "What's wrong with your costume?" Erica asked, her eyes giving Tommi an appreciative once-over. As threatened, the girls had gotten a Tinkerbell costume for Tommi. Time in the gym, her genes, and the strict diet of the clinic had given her very shapely hips and waist, and her bosom was more than ample enough for a classic hourglass figure. If anything, she stretched the top of the costume a little beyond its designed C-cups and threatened to defeat the built-in strapless bra. The skirt ended barely below Tommi's hips, flaring out as if to emphasize the roundness of her bottom. With the fake wings fastened to the back, Tommi felt absurd. To top it off, her hair was now blonde, and done in a classic Disney Tinkerbell style. She looked adorable. "I'm ... indecent!" Tommi cried. "Look at how much cleavage I'm showing!" Tommi wasn't exaggerating her exposure. "I _am_ looking!" Erica said enthusiastically. Erica's costume was a sexy, busty nurse in a very short white dress, though, even with a bit of padding, she didn't get nearly the same effect that Tommi got naturally. "This isn't funny!" Tommi complained. "I look ... ridiculous!" Sara shook her head. "Not at all! You look really good! In fact, I wish I looked like you!" Kim had dressed Sara as a nun. Sara resented the costume's implication that she was an innocent little girl. In retaliation, Sara had gotten a 60's go-go-girl getup for Kim, with a skirt hem that barely covered her panties. Tommi stamped her foot in frustration, and it only made her look _more_ like a petulant oversized fairy. "And I _hate_ being to be a blonde! Aaarghhh!" Katie looked up from her books. "You look nice. Go and have fun, but be home early!" "Katie," Tommi complained, "look what they've done to me!" "I did. Have fun. Now go, so I can get my studying done!" She sounded like she was quickly running out of patience for the costume arguments. "Let's go," Diane and Ashley called from the doorway. Diane was a cave-girl, complete with a fake animal skin dress and mussed cave-girl hair, and Ashley had made herself up as a zombie. With a final withering glance toward Katie that Katie didn't even see, Tommi stomped out the door with her friends and little sister. As they came to the stairwell, Shelly emerged from her own room, and nearly collided with Erica and Kim. She wore a Roman toga. She glanced over the group and gave the girls a sneer. "Going to the student center dance?" Ashley asked, trying to be pleasant. Shelly snorted. "That dance? Don't be absurd! I'm going to the Gamma party!" "Figures," Erica muttered under her breath. "You're their type." "What?" Shelly snarled, turning angrily and glaring at Erica. "I said, 'have fun'," Erica said with a faux smile, her voice dripping with sugary false pleasantness. Shelly turned and stormed out, barging in front of the other girls into the stairwell. Erica laughed once Shelly was out of range. "Slut! She'll get what's coming to her at the Gamma party!" The student center was only a few minutes away, and as the group neared, they couldn't help but hear the sound of a dance in progress. From various dorms, a slow march of students was converging on the student center, drawn to the social event like flies to honey. Small and large groups of students were milling about outside the center. The girls weren't inside for more than a few seconds before Tommi began to attract attention, as she'd feared. Before the girls were twenty feet inside the auditorium, Tommi had turned down three offers to dance. She glared at Sara and Erica as the two giggled at her plight. "This isn't funny!" Tommi yelled to be heard over the music. "I _knew_ this was a mistake!" "Oh, knock it off!" Kim yelled back. "Just enjoy yourself." In short order, Kim, Ashley, and even Sara were out on the dance floor, while Tommi had turned down several more offers. Tommi glanced around to say something to Erica, only to discover that Erica wasn't present. Tommi frowned, and started looking around. Eventually, she saw Erica on the dance floor with a girl in a scanty witch's costume. Tommi wasn't quite sure what she felt, but it was unpleasant. For a moment, she wondered if she was perhaps jealous of Erica dancing with another girl. Almost as soon as the thought formed, Tommi pushed it from her mind. It couldn't be true that she was jealous of Erica, because that would mean she had feelings toward Erica that were stronger than just friendship. Tommi rationalized that she was unhappy because she'd been abandoned by the other girls to fend off would-be dance partners. It didn't quite seem fair that the other girls were enjoying themselves while she stood on the sidelines like a wall- flower. "Punch?" Tommi turned, half-expecting to see another guy making an unwanted pass. Instead, it was Diane, holding out a cup of punch for her. "Thanks," Tommi answered with some relief. After having to yell to be heard above the band, Tommi's throat was a bit sore, and the punch was just what she needed. "I'm going to circulate and see who I know," Diane shouted. Before Tommi could answer, she disappeared into the crowd. Tommi waited for the other girls to return from the dance floor. This was her first major social appearance since the surgery almost a year earlier, and she felt quite self-conscious. Her skimpy outfit didn't help; if anything, it made her imagine that even more guys were staring at her. Given her appearance, however, it was natural that guys were staring. Tommi didn't realize just how sexy she looked in her Tinkerbell outfit. Tommi decided to wander to the refreshments area and get some more punch. It didn't look like the girls were returning from the dance floor anytime soon. As she walked, she felt like many of the guys were looking directly at her cleavage. By the time she got to the punch, Tommi was fuming. She was more than just a good figure and a large pair of breasts! But the guys were treating her as a sex object! Eventually, Sara came off the dance floor and found Tommi. "Are you going to dance?" Sara asked cheerfully. Tommi shook her head. "I knew this was a bad idea. All the guys are staring at my chest!" Sara laughed. "You're just imagining that! C'mon, lighten up and go dance." "I'm _not_ going out there with some guy who can't take his eyes off my legs or tits!" Tommi replied defiantly. "And that rules out just about every guy here!" "Don't be so self-conscious. Guys can't help it - they're genetically programmed to notice girls' assets! Now go dance!" Tommi glared at her little sister. She was definitely _not_ going to go bump and grind with some hormone-stimulated guy who couldn't see past Tommi's cleavage. "This is a dance," Sara insisted again. "So dance!" Tommi sighed. She noticed that, coincidentally, Erica had just come off the dance floor and was headed their way. "Okay," Tommi replied sternly. "I'll go dance." She walked up to Erica, took her hand, and told her, "Let's dance." Erica's eyes widened in surprise. "Okay," she said hesitantly. Hand in hand with Tommi, she went back to the dance floor. It was Tommi's bad luck that the next song the DJ played was a slow song. Tommi felt herself being drawn close to Erica, held tightly, as the pair started swaying to the slow rhythmic music. The intoxicating aroma of Erica's perfume was like an aphrodisiac to Tommi, and the feeling of Erica's sexy body pressed against hers gave rise to powerful feelings of sexual desire. Memories of their intimacy made Tommi feel warm and sexy as they continued to dance. "I thought we were going to try to keep it to friendship," Erica whispered in Tommi's ear. Tommi nodded. "We are." Erica laughed softly. "So why are you dancing with me instead of any of the guys who are interested in you, and why are you so close?" "Not that I'm objecting," she added quickly. "I love feeling your body so close to mine." Tommi started. She honestly didn't know why she'd chosen to dance with Erica. "Uh, force of habit?" she asked hesitantly as her mind searched for an excuse. Was it because Erica was safe, and she didn't want to dance with a guy, or was it because she _really_ did have strong feelings for Erica? Erica laughed. "That's good enough for me." She continued to hold Tommi tightly, losing herself in the intimacy of the dance. Too soon for Erica, the music ended. Before Tommi could back away, Erica gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," she said softly in Tommi's ear. Tommi's eyes widened. "For what?" "For dancing with me." Erica released her embrace, and walked slowly from the dance floor, a sad smile on her face. Tommi stood momentarily, wondering what had just happened. As a new song started, she shook her head and moved back to where the girls were. "Okay," she announced defiantly to Sara, "I danced. Good enough?" Sara sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked rhetorically. "You said dance, and I danced." Tommi noticed that guys were still glancing her way, but their expressions were different. "All you did was announce to every guy here that you're not interested in them," Sara sighed. "Good," Tommi countered smugly. "Mission accomplished." Sara tilted her head back and rolled her eyes. "Sheesh!" she exclaimed in frustration. "Kim, would you try to talk some sense into Tommi? She won't listen to her little sister!" Kim laughed. "I've known her long enough to know that she won't listen to _anybody_ - except maybe Katie and Rachel." She paused a moment. "I need a quick break." "I'll go with you," Diane volunteered quickly. Tommi knew, from the past year of being educated in girls' code words, that they were taking a restroom break - and that girls never went alone, a fact which still confused Tommi as impractical.. "Hi, Tommi." The voice, though loud enough to be heard over the music, was still familiar. Tommi turned, a little too quickly she realized, as her boobs bounced in the inadequate bra. She recognized the newcomer at once. "Hi, Brian," she replied unenthusiastically. "Wow!" Brian exclaimed. "You look ... wow!" Tommi nodded. "Yeah, I've heard a lot of that tonight," she said simply. "You look ... interesting." Brian smiled. He looked like Captain Hook, with a scarlet coat, knee- length pants and long socks, a curly wig, and three-cornered hat. His "hook" was a piece of plastic painted to look like steel, with a cup that hid his hand. The only way it could have been a better match for Tommi's outfit would have been if he'd have been Peter Pan. "Thanks. You wanna dance?" "Uh," Tommi stammered, "I'm not ..." "Sure, she wants to dance," Sara interjected. "Tommi has always _loved_ to dance!" Tommi shot Sara a warning look, but Sara just smiled sweetly. "Just a sec. I've got to have a little _chat_ with my sister." Tommi grabbed Sara's elbow and pulled her away from Brian. "What's going on?" she hissed. "You're trying to set me up, aren't you?" Sara glanced at Ashley and Erica, then back at Tommi. "No." Ashley and Erica flanked Sara to present a united front against Tommi's anger. Tommi glared at the other girls. "I don't believe that! This can't be coincidence that he's dressed like Captain Hook and you guys pushed me into a Tinkerbell outfit!" "Honest," Ashley swore, holding her right hand up, "_we_ didn't talk to him to coordinate costumes or anything!" "Yeah," Sara continued. "We just want you to have some fun. That's why we're trying to get you to dance. Brian is a nice guy, unlike some of these creeps, so we figured you'd be safe dancing with him." Tommi sighed. "Well, you've got me trapped now, don't you? I guess I'll have to be polite and dance." Sara smiled. "Oh, and one more thing." She quickly pulled a small vial from her pocket, and before Tommi could react, spritzed a little perfume on Tommi's both sides of Tommi's neck. "What's that for?" Tommi practically screamed. "I didn't need _that_!" "A girl's not only gotta look pretty, but should also smell pretty!" Ashley replied sweetly. "Now, off you go!" She pushed Tommi toward Brian, who was waiting expectantly. Brian graciously offered Tommi the crook of his arm to escort her to the dance floor. Feeling awkward, and knowing that many guys were staring at her, she took his arm. Tommi quickly forgot her trepidation about dancing with a guy. Brian was keeping a respectable distance from Tommi. For her part, Tommi realized that she couldn't dance quite as enthusiastically as she had as a boy. She worried about her skirt lifting too high and her breasts bouncing out of the inadequate cups. Still, she had to grudgingly admit that it _was_ fun to dance again. The song ended, and Tommi stayed out on the floor to dance more. She was relaxing, and Brian was being a gentleman so she didn't feel uncomfortable. When the second song ended and Brian gave her a quizzical look to see if she wanted to dance more, she nodded. Tommi was surprised when the third song started. It was another slow number. She hadn't expected that, and having already indicated that she wanted to dance more, she was trapped. Brian noticed her uneasy look. He moved closer, and wrapped his arm around her, holding her close, but also making it obvious that he was keeping a respectable distance. Tommi knew how most guys acted during slow dances, and she feared that Brian would have his paws all over her, grinding in a very sexually suggestive manner with their dance partners. In fact, she'd done the same sort of thing when she'd been Tom, and Erica _had_ been all over her while _they_ had danced, but that was different somehow, Tommi reasoned. To her surprise, Brian kept his hands properly placed, not even down on her hips, but at her waist, while he allowed space between the two of them. It was close, but not uncomfortable. As the music continued, Tommi found herself enjoying dancing with Brian. She felt comfortable and warm, and most surprising of all, safe and protected from the predatory guys in the auditorium. Brian was close, but not too close, and he didn't seem threatening at all. As they danced, Brian whispered that her perfume smelled very nice, to which Tommi blushed. As the dance ended, she found that she was closer to Brian than when they'd started, and she realized, to her shock, that _she_ was the one who'd pulled him closer rather than the other way around. "Another dance?" Brian asked hopefully in the temporary lull in the music. Tommi head swirled. This wasn't what she'd expected when she'd agreed to come to the dance. "I need to take a ... break," she muttered, hoping she sounded convincing, even when she herself wasn't convinced she wanted the dance to end. Brian nodded graciously and escorted her from the floor back to her friends. All the girls were watching her as she drew near. "Okay, I danced." Tommi shot them a warning glare. "I need a little break." She glanced in the direction of the restrooms, hoping the girls would take the hint. Kim noticed her glance and read her intent. "Okay," she agreed cheerfully. With Tommi at her side, she strode lightly through the crowd to the rest room. No sooner had the door shut than Tommi turned on Kim, her visage angry. "You set me up!" she hissed. Kim drew a breath to respond, but thought better of trying to deny it. "Okay, so I did. So what?" "You _know_ I don't like getting attention from guys!" Tommi rebutted angrily. "What did you do, call him to let him know I'd be here? Did you coordinate costumes?" Kim felt herself getting defensive. "It wasn't like that! I bumped into him between classes, and he asked if you were going to the dance. To be honest, I think he wanted to ask you on a date, but you'd been the 'Ice Queen' so long he was afraid of being rejected. But the costumes were a coincidence, swear to God!" Tommi glared at Kim, her nostrils flared and her lips pressed tightly together. After what seemed an eternity, she turned and stormed out of the bathroom. Kim followed Tommi long enough to see that she was leaving the auditorium. She debated following Tommi, and when she saw Sara hot on Tommi's tail, Kim decided she should follow - just in case. Tommi was very angry, and her reactions were apt to be unpredictable. Sara hurried to catch up to Tommi. "Wait up!" she cried to her sister. Tommi paused, not turning toward Sara. Tommi's fists were clenched, and she was breathing very deeply. "Are you going already?" Sara asked innocently. Tommi wheeled on her. "Yes," she replied. "What do you expect after my so-called friends set me up?" Sara recoiled from Tommi's outburst. "I ... I thought you were having fun," she stammered innocently. "I thought you were enjoying dancing ... like you used to!" Tommi closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "That's not the point!" "Yes, it is!" Sara argued. "I just wanted you to have fun." "So, you want me to experience everything as a girl?" Tommi shook her head angrily. "I think you're trying to get me to like being a girl so I'll stay one! What's next? Are you going to arrange a sleepover with some guys so I can experience sex, too?" Sara stared wide-eyed at her for a moment. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as her lip trembled. "That's not fair!" she complained in a trembling voice. Before Tommi could react, Sara spun and ran back toward the dance sobbing audibly. Tommi stared after her sister for several seconds, wondering what she just done. She was confused by her feelings from the dance, and from the anger at being set-up, and at how she'd lashed out at Sara without really meaning to. "That was mean." The voice was somber and emotionless. Tommi turned toward Kim. She hadn't seen Kim follow her and Sara from the dance. "You're on her side, aren't you?" Kim stood her ground. "No. I was your friend before I was Sara's." "But..." Kim shook her head, refusing to permit Tommi to interrupt. "The point is that Sara had good intentions. She wants you to be happy and to have fun. Maybe subconsciously, she wants to keep her big sister, but can you blame her? She's felt all alone for most of her life, and suddenly she has a caring, loving big sister." Tommi started to reply, but Kim's words sank in. "I ... " Kim looked at her friend. "You're confused, aren't you?" she asked, her voice shifting from being chiding to sympathetic. "I think we all saw the look in your eyes when you came off the dance floor. You _enjoyed_ dancing, but you're confused by that." Tommi started to give Kim a defiant glare as a response, but instead she dropped her gaze. "Yeah," she finally stammered. "Maybe I did push a little bit too much," Kim admitted softly. "Just like we pushed you last year with the makeover. But we _all_ know you're confused right now, and it's taking an emotional toll on you. I just thought it might help you to confront some of your feelings." Tommi looked up at Kim, her eyes glistening with tears. She abruptly hugged Kim. "I know you guys mean well," she said softly. "Sometimes, though, I think you go a little too far." Kim nodded. "Yeah, maybe. Now go find Sara. You two need each other. You're the only _loving_ family she's got, and vice-versa. Right now, she's pretty upset." Tommi nodded. "Thanks." She gave Kim a quick hug, letting Kim know that Tommi wasn't angry, before turning and scurrying back into the student center and the ballroom. Inside, Tommi wondered how she was going to find Sara. The crowd seemed larger than when she'd left only a few minutes before, but Tommi realized that might only be her perception, since she was now looking for one specific person in the throng. She stopped in the doorway, scanning the crowd for her little sister. A girl in a nun costume _shouldn't_ be that hard to spot, she thought hopefully. "Are you okay?" Tommi turned, startled, and saw Brian looking at her, concerned. "Uh, not really. My sister and I had ... an argument. She's pretty upset, and I need to find her." "I'll help," Brian offered immediately. Tommi was grateful for the assistance. "Thanks." She looked around again. "Why don't you go that way," she suggested, "and I'll go this way. We'll meet back here." Brian nodded. "That makes sense. We can cover twice as much ground." The two split up, walking purposefully through the crowd, searching for Sara. When they returned to the starting point, Tommi was disappointed that Brian hadn't found Sara, because she hadn't either. Tommi felt her heart sink. Brian read her distressed expression. "Maybe she's in the restroom?" he offered hopefully. "I'll go check." "I'll wait here and keep looking, in case we missed her." Tommi nodded and went to the restroom. She returned without having found Sara. Brian was waiting, and he hadn't found her either. "Maybe she went back to the dorm?" "I hope so," Tommi sniffled. Her eyes were red and teary. "If anything happens to her ...." She was too upset to continue. "She'll be okay. She's not a kid," Brian tried to be helpful. "I know," Tommi said softly. "But she's all I've got." She looked up at Brian. "Thanks for helping me look." "I wish I could have been more helpful." "I'll see you in class Monday?" Tommi wasn't sure she wanted Brian's company at that moment, and hoped he'd take the hint. Brian nodded as he walked with Tommi. Outside the building, he felt the unexpected chill of a change in the autumn air. "It's getting cool," he offered. "That cold front must have come through early." Tommi was holding her arms tightly across her chest, feeling the cool air against her arms and legs. "Yeah. Wish I'd have brought a jacket." Brian quickly doffed his scarlet costume jacket and held it out to Tommi. "Here. Take this." Tommi looked at him, bewildered at his chivalry. "But ... you'll catch cold!" she protested. "Besides, it won't exactly fit over my wings." Brian laughed and wrapped his coat around Tommi. Her wings were framed with flexible springy wire, so they crushed a bit without being damaged. "I'll be fine. I've got more clothes on than you do," he explained. Immediately, he blushed at his implication that Tommi was scantily dressed. "But...." "Besides, it'll give me an excuse to walk you home so you'll be safe," Brian added generously. Despite the jacket keeping her arms and torso warm, the chilly air on her exposed legs caused Tommi to shiver. Brian noticed. He edged a little closer and wrapped his arm around Tommi's waist. Tommi looked up at Brian, surprised, but didn't object. Slowly, as they walked, Tommi's head leaned to the side, until she was resting against Brian's shoulder. In front of Tommi's dorm, she straightened, up as Brian dropped his arm. "Thanks," she said softly. "It's been a pretty trying day for me," she explained. "But I enjoyed dancing." She took his jacket off her shoulders and handed it back to him. "I hope everything will be okay with your sister," Brian offered. He reached out to take the jacket, but surprisingly, Tommi didn't let go. Tommi nodded. "I owe her a big apology." "You're a pretty caring sister," Brian observed. Slowly, as he let his arms drop, the jacket lowered and Tommi was drawn a little closer because she hadn't let go either. "She's lucky." Tommi looked up at Brian as they got closer together. Slowly, he lowered his head toward hers. To her, the world began moving in slow- motion. She let her eyes drift shut as her lips turned up toward Brian. She felt like she was a passenger in her own body, driven by desires that were foreign to her, as his lips pressed against hers. She found herself letting go of the jacket and reaching her arms up until they were encircling Brian's neck. At the same time, she found herself wrapped in Brian's arms. The kiss, though it only lasted a few seconds, seemed to go on forever, as Tommi felt warmth spreading inside her, making her feel happy and safe, and making her forget about all her troubles. Abruptly, Tommi broke the kiss and turned her head, looking down. "I ... can't!" Tommi said softly but firmly. Brian let his arms drop. "I don't understand," he said. There was confusion on his face and in his voice at her sudden mood change. Tommi shook her head, feeling the tears flowing again. "I'm ... I'm not who I seem to be! There's so much about me that you don't know! I ... can't ... get involved!" she cried. She looked up at Brian again, then turned and fled into her dorm with tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving him standing outside, still holding his costume jacket and thoroughly baffled by what had just happened. Tommi walked up the stairwell, and suddenly felt overwhelmed. It had been a trying day; Tommi felt like she'd been through a turbulent white-water ride. She still didn't know where Sara was, or whether she'd hurt her little sister beyond forgiveness. She'd danced with Erica, and in the process, had reignited her internal debate about whether she _loved_ Erica. How much additional pain had she caused Erica? She'd danced with Brian, and then had let him kiss her - and she enjoyed it! Tommi leaned back against the railing as the trickle of tears turned into a torrent, and she cried aloud and buried her face in her hands. "Hi," the soft familiar voice called from beside her. Tommi started; she hadn't even heard the door or the footsteps on the stairs. She looked, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, at Sara. "Hi," she said tentatively. "Are you okay?" Tommi shook her head. "No," she cried. She turned and buried her head on Sara's shoulder, tears still flowing. "I'm ... sorry," Sara said softly. "I shouldn't have pushed you like I did." "No," Tommi replied, "I'm the one who needs to apologize. I said some things that were pretty mean. I'm really sorry! I didn't want to hurt you!" Sara felt her own eyes watering. "Maybe you were right," she said softly. "Maybe I _was_ trying to convince you stay my sister. I'm just ... scared of what will happen when you go back to being a boy! I don't want to be alone again!" Tommi hugged Sara tightly. "I don't want to lose you," she sobbed, "but I'm scared myself. I feel like I'm losing who I am, like I don't know myself any more. I felt like you were pushing me somewhere that I don't know if I want to go!" Sara nodded. "I'm sorry. I know it's your decision." "I'm so confused," Tommi sobbed. "I want to feel ... special and loved and ... held tight! But I don't know what to do." She lifted her head and looked into Sara's eyes. "I ... had ... an affair ... with another girl," she admitted slowly, watching for a reaction from Sara. "Yeah, with Erica," Sara finished nonchalantly. "I know." "You ... know?" Sara laughed. "There have been rumors. And it's pretty obvious from the way you two have been acting. She adores you, and you show hot- and-cold feelings toward her. Like when you two went dancing tonight. It was _very_ obvious to anyone watching that you're attracted to her." "It's supposed to be a secret." "Some secret," Sara snorted. "And you seemed to enjoy dancing with Brian, too," she added. Tommi felt her cheeks redden. "I ...." She dropped her gaze, ashamed. "After we looked for you, he walked me back here. He let me use his jacket because I was getting chilly. I let him wrap his arm around me. And I let him ... kiss me." Sara's eyebrows shot up. "And?" "I liked it," Tommi admitted softly. "Part of me did, anyway." She shook her head. "Just like with Erica. Part of me liked it, and part of me didn't. I feel like I'm stuck between two worlds. I'm a guy in a girl's body, but I'm afraid I'm losing the guy part of me." Sara laughed. "As long as you find Erica hot, I don't think that 'guy part' is gone." Tommi stared, then blurted out a laugh even though her cheeks were still moist from crying. Then she shook her head. "The only thing I know is that I'm confused, and that I'm going to carry a second baby, and that all I can do is take this day by day." Sara grasped Tommi's arm and turned up the stairs. "And I'll be here beside you, day by day." ********** (to be continued)