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THE QUINCEANERA PARTY - A MIND MELD STORY
BY
JANICE
(I meld to a Mexican girl having her Quinceanera, a Mexican ritual for
girls on their fifteenth birthday; it is a sort of coming out party, or
coming of age. For more information, look it up like I did.
[Mind meld - Ron Baxter is a sixteen year old quadriplegic who has the
power to enter peoples mind and either control them or just be a
passenger, and just go with the flow. He is also a frustrated cross
dresser because he has never had the chance to cross dress because he has
been confined to a wheel chair since he was about two years old. He has a
sister and a mother. While melding with other people part of his
consciousness, remains with his, Ron's body and goes about his own
business.]
This took place during the story "Mind Meld". It is not necessary to have
read Mind meld before this, but it would help.
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I had not melded in several weeks, maybe more, and was getting bored,
when I heard that the Mexican girl down the block was having a birthday
party, she was going to be fifteen years old. When a Mexican girl turns
fifteen it is like an American girl turns sixteen, there is a big party
and stuff. She, Carman, had several friends who, when they passed my
house and I was either at my ground floor window or in my wheel chair
sitting on my porch, I always got a big smile and a friendly wave from
them.
I will give that she was a very pretty Hispanic girl and, like most
Hispanic's, was proud of her appearance. I always saw her and her friends
dressed, not always so fancy, but always clean and neat, not dressed in
sloppy, oversized clothes like most teenagers wear these days.
I knew that the party was going to start a little after noon, so I melded
at noon so I could be present for the whole party and then some.
Typical of the way I do things, I was a day early; her party was not
until the next day but, when I melded with her I learned something
interesting.
I knew that on most Saturday's, she, Carmen, and her friends, would
disappear for several hours, I always wondered why. When I melded with
her I found out and it was so interesting.
She was dressed in a multi colored tube top and a pair of black denim
pants. Her friends came over in about a half hour, all dressed similar
to her.
The five of us, Carman/me and her three friends, and her mother got into
her car and headed for the hospital.
I decided that their errand was so interesting that I did not want to
interfere so; I stayed as a passenger so I will tell it as if happening
to her, which it was, but me just hanging in there, and maybe, once in a
while, making a remark but not interfering with any of her actions, OK?
We went immediately to the nursery where babies were. We were greeted by
the nurses and taken to the ward where we could do the most good.
The ward was for the special babies, the ones born with serious defects,
the ones born addicted to drugs, the ones who were just dropped at the
hospital room or police station, the ones whose mothers wanted nothing to
do with them and the ones born to mothers still in their early teens.
What we did was simply to hold them and comfort them, we fed them and
comforted them; in some cases we were the only physical contact they, the
babies, had. We spent several hours every Saturday with these children,
and felt good about it.
After the hospital we went out for something to eat and just hang around
at the mall.
I knew noting interesting was going to happen so I melded back to my own
body and sat on my porch to get some air. I saw the girls coming home and
gave them a nice big wave, proud of how they spent their spare time when
they could have been at the mall hanging out with guys, and as pretty as
they all were there, would be no shortage of guys wanting to hang with
them.
I knew I wouldn't mind hanging with any of them, we are all about the
same age but why would a good looking girl want to hang out with a
cripple?
I had seen the dress/gown that Carman was going to wear for her
Quinceanera and thought that if I were able to cross dress as a child, or
as myself, this would be one of the ones I would give almost anything to
wear; being trapped in a wheel chair because of my affliction, a
quadriplegic, I never had the chance. Since learning to mind meld, I use
every opportunity to meld with girls to make up for not being able as a
youth, and even now. I do not always meld with females or cross dressers,
as a matter of fact, about seventy five percent of the time I meld with
guys, but do not write about it; who would be interested in my melding to
go to a movie, or to the mall, or just hang with guys. So I only write
about the times I meld with females deliberately, or in some cases, where
I inadvertently find myself melding with a cross dresser, there sure are
a lot of them/us out there.
I got carried away for a minute there, back to the Quinceanera.
I melded back with Carman early in the day. I knew it would be several
hours before the party but I had nothing better to do.
I found myself in Carman's room with her three best girlfriends all
discussing the party. I had no idea that there was so much to plan,
especially for a party of this magnitude.
Since the girls were to be her court (Assistants) for the party they were
all going to get into their dresses at her place. Now I guess I am going
to sound a bit perverted here but I was looking forward to seeing three
fourteen, and fifteen year old girl in all sorts of undress, what red
blooded teen age guy wouldn't; and I was not disappointed.
Let me forward to getting dressed. Of course Carman's dress was the
prettiest; after all, it was her party.
Her dress was a soft pink strapless gown with light net material from the
crew neck to her snug waist. The bottom (Skirt) came to about half way
between her knees and ankles and had stiff netting which helped push the
soft skirt out from her body. Even though I was just a passenger I still
got a thrill wearing this lovely dress. Her mother had made an
appointment for a hairdresser and make-up artist to come over and do her
hair and make-up. I had seen her like a million times and never saw her
as beautiful, and as long as I was in her body, I was beautiful.
We were all dressed, mom included, when the Limo arrived to take us to
the hired hall. I had no idea what went on at a Quinceanera so I let
Carman be in charge. The dancing was fun, and so was receiving presents
and money, even though there was nothing I could do with it.
All too soon it was over; the guests were lined up to say good bye to the
Quinceanera girl. I Knew that saying good bye would mean getting kissed
by all and there were several guys on line, but my experiences melding
with girls taught me not to let boy's kissing me bother me, besides,
there were probably three girls my age to every boy, so it wasn't too
bad.
Just to keep up the fun I did not merge back to my self until me (Carman)
and my court changed out of our gowns and back to civvies. Who knows when
I would get to see so many almost naked girls again.
I did have one idea that never came to fruition, I had the idea to meld
with her the next day to take control and spend the day mall hopping with
her and her friends but she was going to spend it with her grandparents,
that did not sound like fun.
Maybe some other day.
Oh! I did mention to my sister about being able to go to the hospital to
tend the babies but she was not interested, maybe someday I will meld
with her and make her do it, I had so much fun the day I did it as
Carman.
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