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Chapter seven An Unchained Dance
Momma taught me many lessons in the next week or so, lots of feminine
things. Cleaning the right areas, how to take care of odor and itch. I
admit I found it nice that I had to wipe to clean me and not some rubbery
gizmo between my legs. Then there were the more simple ones, like
perfume's when and where. I think she had always wanted a daughter as
much as I had always yearned for a mom. We made quite a pair.
I will admit that it was the lesson she showed that night in my bed that
I practiced the most. I found myself exploring my body almost every
night. I once even jammed the dildo between the mattress and box springs
and practiced my oral skills on my knees. I have no idea why, but mom
said it was important and who was I to argue with her? She had made up
some "practice cum" for me to use with the squirt bulb and I was getting
fairly decent at swallowing without gagging or spitting up.
Other lessons were more mundane. I found laundry was more complicated
than before. That fact alone was confusing considering how much more
expensive women's clothing was. I would have expected more easy-to-clean
wash and wear, but it was exactly the opposite.
During the lessons momma and I would talk, usually nothing too serious.
Often she would slip in a new life hint or two and I would file them
away. Once in a while she would ask how I was doing and I'd reply I was
fine, at least until the day she asked about my concerns about friends
back home. I told her that Angela was my only concern. I didn't know how
we would get on, now that we were both girls. I remember telling her, "I
wish I could arrange for Angela to have the same experience as me, but to
male of course." Momma just remark that we would have to wait and see.
Sure.
We were at dinner one night when the phone rang. I stood up and went over
to the wall phone, "Hello?". "Hey sis, is mom there?" It was Bruce. I was
taken aback for a moment. It really hadn't occurred to me that Bruce and
I were brother and sister now. I gathered myself with a smile. "Yes she
is, hang on."
"Momma, it's for you. It's Bruce."
She took the receiver and started to listen. "Yeah.... OK.....Sure.....Sounds
good....I think we can do that...Sure, we'll come down right after church on
Sunday so we'll see you about two. OK? OK, See you then, Bye, bye." She
hung up and turned toward dad and me.
"It's time for Cindy to go home and Bruce has invited us down for the
dinner Sunday night. He said the crew has Monday off and there's a party
planned. So, Cindy, you need to start packing first thing tomorrow.
Heck with that, I started after dinner. I didn't have that much to pack
really. The hardest part was everything that had to go into hanging bags,
dresses and lingerie. Two suitcases took care of the rest. My cosmetics
case was nearly one of the heaviest. Only the bra, slip, panties, garter
stockings and dress for church the next day were left out.
Getting ready the next morning couldn't happen fast enough. It was hard
to take the time necessary. One of the lessons I'd learned was that it
always took a female longer to get ready for anything. I guess not if she
didn't make up her face and just wore jeans and sweatshirts. I didn't
know because I didn't even own slacks and certainly not a sweatshirt.
Sitting in church was also tough, it seemed to last forever. I also
almost laughed out loud at the sermon. I had met Father Jeff and knew his
position on gays and any other gender definitions. They pretty much
matched those of my birth parents. At one point he started to rail
against those who fight God's plan. "Those who do not accept what God has
planned for them, who fight against their assigned place in the universe.
Those who will not change to be one with God's plan are in sin and will
suffer until they change and become one with the great plan of the
universe."
I don't think he meant my interpretation, in fact I knew he didn't. I
started to stifle a guffaw at the idea that I HAD CHANGED TO MEET GOD'S
PLAN and was at peace. Momma looked at me and she too was grinning and
she playfully tapped my knee. Together we looked down as if praying and
giggled under our breath.
In the reception line after the service Father Jeff took my hands by the
fingers, "Cindy, aren't we looking beautiful this morning. I suspect it
won't be long before I'm officiating at you r wedding."
"Thank you Father. I have to say that I understood and agree with the
sermon more than you know. The ideas of acceptance and change are near
and dear to my heart." Momma pinched my rear before I went any further. I
did a slight curtsy and slipped my fingers from his grasp and headed for
the car.
We left for the city right from church. A late spring snow in the lake
affect area had been predicted. Half way south it did snow, but not much
and not long. We all breathed easier as we neared the airport north of
town. It meant we were out of the snow band area.
With a quick trip through downtown, up the hill, past the college and we
were at the house. It took a few minutes for the boys to get everything
into the house. I waited in the kitchen with Angela as momma and the
others hung my clothes and put my things away. Then I was taken into my
room. It was all set. The old clothes were gone and nothing remained from
before. My closet was full of new things and even the dressing table was
laid out.
Then momma sat me down on the bed. "You and Andy are going out to dinner
in a while and we will all meet at the club after for a party everyone
has arranged. So it is time to get dressed. There is a special dress in
the bag on the bed. I'll let you get ready and see you to do your hair
before you go." She rose, kissed my forehead and left.
I undressed and took a shower. I had been out with Andy before, but
momma's attitude had hinted that this was special. I shaved my legs, and
washed my hair. The feel of the sponge on my skin was somehow different.
I was preening for something, but I didn't know what. Dried off I re-
enter the bedroom. Dropping the towel, I opened the bag.
Inside was a completely new outfit. I recognized several tags as coming
from Mary's shop. There was a new lacy garter with six clasps, sheer lace
panties that wouldn't hide much, a balcony bra, a crinoline petticoat,
and new stockings, all in black. I ran my fingers through them and took
in the sensation. Then there was the dress. I was mid-calf in length with
a boat collar. The neck line dropped so it would show almost all of my
chest with a similar drop in the back. There was a sash at the waist and
another that followed the neck line in front, was attached at the thin
shoulder straps and the ends hung down the back to the waist. It was
exquisite. On the floor was a new pair of three inch black pumps. It was
all amazing.
I began with the bra. It held my breast out as if they were being
presented for inspection. I wondered how the dress was ever going to
cover them. Then I wrapped the garter around my waist and drew up the
stockings. Six clasps and I took my time doing each one. The panties slid
on with a feeling that could only have come from real silk. I looked in
the mirror and saw how all of this hung over my hips. Then I sat down and
proceeded with my makeup and nails. With my face complete, I called for
momma.
She came in and placing a hand under my chin, lifted my head to look at
her. "Beautiful my dear, beautiful." She took the towel for my hair and
let it fall. It was almost dry. Picking up the brush from the table she
began to stoke it through my hair. It was log now, at least half way down
my back. My old bangs had grown out and were shoulder length. When she
let go of the front locks they draped over my breasts and tickled
slightly. Looking in the mirror I could she my two large mounds rise and
fall with my breathing and jiggle slightly as momma gently tugged at my
tresses.
When the hair was dry enough, momma parted it around the top of my head
at my hairline and drew the hair back. She then secured it to the back
with a large barrette that had a black bow on it. The sides hung down
over my shoulders and back. Momma then went over and took the dress off
the hanger as I stepped into the petticoat. It had several layers that
touched my legs to the bottom of my knees and out five or six inches at
the lace hem.
I looked at momma and she nodded her head back to tell me to raise my
arms. I stood there as she came over and placed the dress over my head.
It fell down my arms until it touched my shoulders and over the rest of
my body. A step behind me and she zipped the back. I was held firmly in
the wrapping. Her hands swept my hair so that it lay over my shoulders,
back and breasts. A few flicks and the wayward strands were in place. She
fussed with the sash, tying it to accentuate my waist, then straightening
the draped material over my shoulders. Then she made sure that the
material in front didn't obscure the view of my cleavage. I stepped into
the shoes and momma bent down and straightened my hem of the petticoat
and skirt. "I guess this is as close to seeing my daughter on her first
prom date as I will come." I could see a tiny tear forming in her eye.
I could see myself in the mirror on the closet door. I was no raving
beauty, but I was pretty. I too started to tear. I could never have
imagined how good I felt. I turned and gave momma a hug and she took a
finger and plucked the tear from my eye. "Can't have you ruining your
makeup so early." We smiled, she took my hand and we walked out to the
living room to meet the others.
There were gasps all round. Angela had changed into a very nice dinner
jacket, formal shirt and bow tie He came across the room and stood in
front taking my fingers in his hands he kissed my cheek and whispered,
"You look so beautiful. I hope you feel that way."
As he stepped back, "We have an eight o'clock reservation so we had
better get going." He went to the closet and returned with a coat, opened
it and offered it to me to slip into. One arm at a time, I put my bare
arms into it. It wrapped around and tied with a belt in front. It had a
furry collar the tickled my cheeks. Momma handed me a black sequined
clutch and assured me that everything I need was in it. Placing his arm
around mine, we said our good-byes and went to the car. Andy held my door
as I swung in and arranged my skirts. He got in and we drove off. "We're
going to the Brandy and Beef."
As we drove I remembered the last time we were there. I tried to figure
out if this was a first date or had the last time counted. I thought that
I felt like a wrapped present, but I didn't know the occasion. I let the
myriad of sensations waft over me and enjoyed the ride.
We arrived and parked. Andy opened my door and offered me his hand, I
stood. He locked the car and arm in arm we walked to the door. He stopped
us at the door and turned me to him, kissed me and said, "I hope tonight
is very special for you." He smiled and I reached up and wiped a smudge
of red lipstick from his upper lip. "Me too."
Our table wasn't ready yet so we turned left at the reception desk and
went into the bar. Several people greeted Andy. At each stop Andy
introduced me. "Oh aren't you the lucky one," they told him, and "what a
beautiful couple." I took in all of the compliments, smiling back and
making small talk with the ladies. We took a table and Andy took my coat
as I untied it.
We sat and drank. I had a nice local Riesling. Andy had a seven and
seven. We were near people he knew and the men eventually became absorbed
in conversation and left three of us girls to our own devises. As we
talked it came to me that this was some much more relaxing then previous
bar nights. I was at home talking to the women, not as predator and prey,
but as equals. I was having a good time. The night was becoming special.
At one time, the three of us rose to "powder our noses" and headed for
the ladies room.
Our small talk lead to pointed questions once we were alone. "So are you
two and item?" "Andy is such a fine gentleman, you're a lucky girl." And
"If he weren't yours and I was single, you would have to watch out." I
knew the boys were probably saying similar thing about us, from previous
experience. This side of the conversation seemed so much more natural
though. I had never liked the male side much. I guess that's why I was
always the "safe date."
When we got back, Andy was standing and informed me that our table was
ready. We met the waiter at the front desk and were escorted through the
main dining room and into a small room off to the side. A bottle of wine
was already on the table. The waiter held my chair and I rustled as I
swept the back of my dress and sat. He then took the bottle, opened it,
poured a touch into a glass and offered it to Andy. "Perfect, that will
do nicely." The waiter then poured our glasses and announced that the
salad would be coming soon.
Over the course of at least an hour we ate, drank and talked. Most of the
conversation was about old times and how Antony's holdings were doing.
The table was cleared, the bill paid and the waiter told Andy that there
was no rush, "Please sir, you and the lady take your time." Andy poured
the last of the wine into my glass and took on a nervous look.
"Cindy," long pause, "Cindy..." another drop.
"What is it? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no, not you, me." He reached over and took my hands. We looked into
each other's eyes. He was nearly crying.
"I want, no I need you to listen. Please just let me go or I may not be
able to do this." He rolled his lips in as if to bite them off and then,
"I don't deserve your friendship. I have been telling you a lie. I, I
really like you and didn't want to lose you. I thought that if you knew
the truth, you'd pull away. I knew you weren't gay so I didn't tell you."
I was confused. I must have looked it too. He squeezed my hands and
looked down at the table. "You met me as Angela. That was the lie. I put
on Angela so people would think that I was female acting as a man on
stage. It was a way of making a living. In reality I AM Andy, not Angela.
I would have told you, but when you took on Cindy, I found myself really
liking you and I was confused. What I feel worse about is that I was part
of the plan that they came up with. I should never have kept it a secret,
but Bruce's mom thought it best to let you discover yourself without
complications. Now, I am so scared you'll hate me and I'll lose you
forever, but I can't lie any more. You are so nice and beautiful; both
inside and out, that I have to risk your walking away. I'm so sorry." He
was in tears by now and he started to pull his hands back.
I don't know why, but I squeezed this time. I wouldn't let him withdraw.
He slowly raised his gaze to meet mine. I looked at him and saw nothing
but sincerity. I took a deep breath. "I should be mad. The lie wasn't
what friends do, but..." now I paused. "Momma was right. She was right
about a lot of things. Andy, somehow she knew I was Cindy, or needed to
be Cindy, so that part worked out alright. I too have to confess to
confusion, but not about me, about you. Dressing and acting and going out
with you I couldn't figure out why I was attracted to you. I liked
Angela, but never kissed her. I kissed Andy and found out I liked that,
but as you said, I'm not gay. I didn't know what to think. Momma
straightened all that out, but I worried about Angela. Now I don't have
to do I?"
Andy looked at me as I never saw him look before. He sat there wanting to
say something, but not saying anything. Then there was a quiet, "Really?
Can you forgive me?"
I looked to the door of the room. It was ajar. I stood and walked over to
it, slowly latched it and slid a hasp to secure it from the inside. I
walked back over to a spot in front of Andy. I knew now why momma had
taught me her lessons and what Betty meant by women had a power over men.
I looked Andy in his eyes and smiled. I slowly knelt in front of him,
arranging my dress and petticoat as I did. I kept my gaze on him as I
gently pushed his knees apart and I moved in closer. My hands slid up his
thighs. His look was a mix of confusion and excitement. Never leaving his
eyes I reached up and undid his belt and his fly. My fingers manipulate
the opening of his boxers and I released his already stiffening penis. I
took it gently in both hands and kissed the tip. Still looking at him,
"There is really nothing to forgive, my love."
I looked down and with my hands holding the fabric of his clothing away
from my face. I took him in my mouth. It felt softer that the practice
toy. The small was musky and the temperature warm. I worked my head
slowly up and down while moving my tongue around the shaft. Andy's hands
gently found the back of my head. He didn't push, but rested his hands
above the barrette. He was swelling when he tried to gently lift me up by
my shoulders. I slowly shook my head no, never releasing him from my
mouth and pushed a hand away. He began to arch his back, he became larger
and stiffer and I could feel his hard on as it prepared to let go. And
then it did and he grabbed the back of my head and held on for what
seemed dear life. My mouth filled with his cum and I swallowed as fast as
I could. Practice had made perfect.
With release came relief. He sat back in the chair as I looked up and
continued to clean his privates. I licked until there was no more taste.
It was better than the practices. Andy took my head on both sides and
looked into my eyes. "I love you. Cindy, I love you, I have from the
moment you helped me on stage, but..." I reached up and put a finger to his
lips. "SHH, no more about that." He took my hand and kissed it." I stood
up and straightened my dress and petticoat. He took a napkin and wiped
what must have been a bit of dribble from the corner of my mouth. The
white cum and red lipstick announced to me that I really had arrived.
The awkward after time had arrived. I sat back down as Andy straightened
himself out and redressed. We decided that we should both go to the rest
room and "Wash up" and I needed to refresh my makeup. So off we went,
trying not to grin like Cheshire Cats. We met back in the room and sat
finishing our wine and having a cigarette. We didn't talk much until Andy
noticed the time on my watch. "Oh my, we're going to be late if we don't
get going. They're all at the club."
"They can wait."
"Come now Cindy, they'll think something's up if we're too late."
I giggled, "I took care of that didn't I?
Andy blushed, really blushed. "No joking, we have to go." We were both
smiling as we put on our coats and started to the door. Andy turned as we
got there and planted a deep long kiss on my lips. I let them part and
his tongue entered as smoothly as his cock. We separated, I grabbed his
arm with my clutch in hand and we walked back through the dining room. I
swear people must have seen me glow as they turned and nodded and smiled
what I took to be a knowing smile.
The ride downtown was uneventful. Andy parked the car in the lot down the
street from the club. I noticed things hadn't changed too much from the
last time I saw the area. The attendant greeted us and told me it was
nice to see me again. I didn't know how he recognized me, but the light
that last night must have been bad and I was hanging on Andy's arm.
We walked down the street enjoying a smoke and each other. When we came
to the door we held each other in one long wet kiss. I wiped his lips
again and redid my lip stick and hand in hand we entered. Everyone we
knew was there. Johnnie, or the actor who was Johnnie, was the first to
great me. "I hope you can forgive me Cindy." I smiled and kissed him.
"All is forgiven."
I saw momma and dad near the bar talking with Randy and taking Andy's
hand, I dragged him over to them. I threw my hands around daddy's neck
and kissed him, nearly taking his ear off with my clutch. Then I turned
to momma and began to tear as I wrapped around her, planting a big kiss
on her check, "Thank you, thank you for everything. Thank you for making
me right," and kissed her again. Still latched on I could see us in the
mirror behind the bar. Momma was looking at Andy and he was looking back
with a smile a nod and a thumbs up. Momma grabbed me as never before, "My
daughter you are so welcome."
We were all having a great time. I hadn't seen many of these people for
quite some time. Some knew all and others who cared, they didn't need to
know. I was introduced as Andy's girlfriend, and I relished the sound
every time I heard it. Then Andy came out on stage and took the mic.
"I know we hadn't planned any shows for tonight, but if my wonderful lady
would join me," he stretched out a hand and motioned for me to join him,
"I would like to do something special."
I was reluctant, but momma told me to do it for him and I walked up to
the stage where it all began.
"Would you dance with me?" He bowed, I curtsied. He took my left hand and
placed it behind his neck and placed his hands on my on my hips. I put my
right hand into my left. The music started, "Oh, my love, my darling..."
It was Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. We swayed and then we
turned and it something of a waltz, Andy led me around the stage in a
spot light as he sang to me. "I need your love, I need your love, god
speed your love to me..."
Everyone else was gone. Between the moment and the blinding light of the
travel spot it was just Andy and me dancing. "Oh my love, I hunger,
hunger..." he spun me out and back and we continued to sway in each
other's arms. Then the end, he hit every note, "Are you still mine? I
need your love, I, I need your love, God speed your love, to me..." he
stopped us, brushed my hair away smiled at me in a way no one had ever
smiled at me. I wanted to kiss him, but he took a step back releasing me
and as the instrumentals died off in the background, he reached into his
pocket and began to sink to one knee. I stood there dumbfounded, not
knowing what to do. The music ended and Andy knelt there, raised his
hands to me and opened a small black velvet box. My hands rushed to my
gaping mouth, I took a deep breath, "Cindy, I have loved you from the
moment I met you. I want to always love you and care for you. Will you
marry me?"
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