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From this moment on, you are a girl...part 4
-Seven Days Earlier - 9 p.m.-
Sarah's knock came exactly at nine. I of course knew she was coming as I
had been peeking through the peep hole since about...oh seven...and
pacing...and worrying.
Was she going to show up with the police and have me arrested? Or some
boyfriend I did not know about and beat the shit out of me? I went over
scenario after scenario in my head, but none of them really seemed to
match what happened that afternoon and what I had seen in her eyes, her
face.
None the less, I was flushed and shaking when I opened the door to her,
managing a weak "Hi" and gesturing for her to come inside. She was
dressed smartly in studded jeans and a flower print blouse that hung down
over her hips in soft ruffles, her dark hair loose and flowing down her
back.
I had taken a shower and was in chinos and a button up shirt. Seemed
appropriate to meet whatever came that night clean and in the best
clothing I could muster.
As she came in she held up a bottle of wine and two glasses, smiling and
saying, "I didn't know if you drank wine or had glasses, but today seems
to be a day for new experiences...soo...."
Her eyes lit over me and she frowned slightly "You look nice." She said.
I was not convinced either.
"Yea..uh...I mean Yes, so do you," I stammered as we shared an awkward
moment.
Finally I remembered myself "Uh...come in, let me take those." She
relinquished the bottle and glasses and swung a bag off her arm moving
into the kitchen seating area.
"Here are your clothes," she said putting the bag on my small kitchen
table.
I said, "Thanks...uh..." I pointed to the dress hanging on the door to my
bedroom. "There is yours..."
She nodded and her eyes moved about my small apartment, taking it all in
and murmuring, "Nice place..." I wasn't convinced either.
Looking at the wine, I said, "I uh...don't have a bottle opener."
She made a gesture and said, "Twist top. Only the best!"
She turned and walked into my living room, looking around and picking
small items up for examination.
"You uh...you want wine now?" I asked and she replied, "Sure." I opened
the bottle, poured out two glasses, and joined her in my small living
room.
She took the glass from me and clinked it to mine. "Cheers..." she said, a
sly look on her face.
"Cheers," I replied simply and tasted the wine. I generally didn't like
wine, but smiled and made a yummy noise anyway.
She said, "Thought it might take the edge off, so drink up sweetie." And
she plopped down on my couch.
I began "Sarah...I really am sorry fo-" She held up a hand and stopped me.
"No, we are not going to go there Andy, at least not yet." She gestured
"Sit."
I sat. "Here it comes..." I thought.
Sarah looked around again and remarked, "I imagined your place would be
at least a little more feminine feeling...this is...very 'guy'...and kind of
'sanitized'. "
I groped for a response..."Well, um...yea, I am kind of living that way..." was
all I managed.
"Why?" she asked.
When I appeared lost again, she continued, "I mean, transgendered people
are not exactly mainstream yet, but Christ we have like six on campus,
several are friends of mine, and my high school even had two people in
transition....so, why not you too?"
"It's a long story," I replied stiffly.
She noted my tone and replied, "Well, given what you did today, I think I
deserve to hear that story, don't you?"
After a few seconds, I reluctantly nodded, and haltingly began... "Not much
to tell really."
My parents both died of alcoholism when I was young. My dad when I was
five, my mother at eleven. I was passed into foster care, where "fitting
in" and "not making waves" was required if you wanted to stay with
people. I was struggling with the experiences of living with an out of
control adult from age 5 to 11 and it was all pretty tumultuous with the
trauma of that AND the dysphoria I was feeling about my gender.
Sarah asked about some specifics, and I reluctantly shared. We talked
for almost two hours.
"So..." she said when I had finished. "Not a lot of time or space to deal
with feelings of being a girl?"
"No," I replied and felt hot tears come. "Not...until the past two years...
once I finally got on my own."
She put her hand on mine and squeezed. "What about your parents...I mean,
your foster parents? Don't they know?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No. They....we don't talk much...anymore."
"Whooo....that's heavy," she said and was silent for a few moments.
She took another sip of her wine and asked, "Have, or are you talking to
anyone about all this? Any sort of counseling?"
I nodded. "I go twice a month. Because I was a 'ward of the state',
they pay counseling fees until I am 25."
"And, how much do you tell your counselor?" she asked. "Do they know
that you are trans? Do you talk about that with them?"
I nodded. "Yea..."
She nodded back "Good. What are they telling you to do?"
I looked at the ceiling and sighed. "They...she...is telling me that I
should explore it...come to 'grips with it'...stop...what she calls the 'hide,
deny, and repress' mentality that I learned under foster care."
Sarah nodded again and gestured. "Yea, looking your place I never would
have guessed that you weren't 'just another guy'. Kinda' wondered about
what you told me earlier..."
"It's, how I've learned to live..." I said.
"And now?" she asked. "This is an important moment in your life
Andy...today changes things...it has to. Don't you think?"
I blew my breath out. "Yea...probably...but...I don't know...I don't know how."
She smiled and squeezed my hand again. "Well, for starters, we have to
get you out of sneaking into girl's bedrooms."
I looked abash and she continued with emphasis, "By getting you your -
own- bedroom filled with girl things...and the freedom and confidence to
enjoy it."
She stood and stretched, shaking off the heaviness of the past minutes.
"Speaking of bedrooms, show me yours...and your girl things. I want to see
what you have."
As we passed into the hallway towards the bedroom, Sarah fingered her
pink dress hanging on the door and said, "You have an iron...good." She
grabbed the dress down and spun on her heel, holding it up to me. I
turned red and backed up a little but she moved with me holding the dress
up to my body. "You are a little taller, so it comes shorter on you, but
it is a nice look. You should keep it," she said handing me the dress.
She turned back, opening the door to my bedroom and going in like she
owned the place. She said over her shoulder, "You will need it again I
think."
I stammered, "Thanks...uh, what?" and followed her in.
My bedroom was one place that I felt safe enough to have some girl things
out and I had left my pink comforter on the bed and a few items out even
though this 'girl' was coming over.
Sarah looked around "Now, this is a bit more like it," she said running
her finger over the coverlet and looking at the dark purple curtains
covering the blinds.
She turned and reclined back on my bed and said in a sultry voice, "So
Andy...show me what you got..."
I turned beet red and I froze, my mind trying to determine what she
meant.
Sarah giggled and said, "Your clothes, Andy, show me your girl clothes."
My closet contained just a few things I had ordered off the internet -
skirts, blouses, rhinestone girl jeans, and two dresses. All of them
were, to be honest, overtly feminine and I felt none of them fit me like
they should. I pulled them out one at a time, and Sarah asked me to hold
each up to my body.
When I was done, she asked quizzically, "Is there a maid's outfit in
there somewhere too?"
I flushed and after a second, nodded. "Show me," she said simply.
I reached into the far back recesses of the closet and produced said
item. It was satin, black and pink and very short and very frilly. She
gestured as I held it out and I put it up to my body, flushing in
embarrassment.
She looked at me pointedly and said, "There is no shame in that Andy.
Christ I have a 'fucking machine' in my closet!" and laughed. I laughed
too, and tension seemed to drain away.
She patted the bed. "Bring that over and sit down." I did and she took
the outfit from me, removed it from the hanger and put it up against my
sitting body, spreading the skirt out over my legs. "You hold the top
up," she said as she sat back and regarded me. I felt the soft cool
satin and the lace as I held the bust to my chest feeling foolish and at
the same time, liberated.
Sarah sat back and said softly, "So...this is all at least a little sexual
for you, isn't it? I mean, why would you try out my fucking toy if it
weren't? Yes?"
I nodded slowly looking down at the shiny black and pink ruffles
cascading over my pants.
"And, you have fantasies about anal sex...sex with men? Sucking cock?"
she continued.
I nodded again feeling flushed.
"There is no shame in that," she said and I looked into her face and saw
that she meant it.
"And what about women? Are you attracted to women?"
I nodded and said softly, "Mostly I'm attracted to women really. "
"But you fantasize about guys too? Are you a woman in those fantasies?"
I nodded, glancing up to see her reaction. A soft smile lit her face.
She considered for a moment and asked, "If I could snap my fingers and
make you female right now, would you do it?"
I looked up sharply and said firmly, "Yes."
She sighed and considered...at that moment, I actually wondered if maybe
she could...
She turned back to me, very serious. "Will you explore being a girl with
me, Andy? Is that something you want?"
My fears quailed, but my heart and my mouth instantly said, "Yes."
"You know what that means?" she asked. I shook my head "no".
Sarah smiled. "Well, we will explore what it means together..."
Sarah took the maids outfit from me and laid it on the bed between us,
then stood up motioning for me to stay.
She went to my dresser and pulled open drawers till she found panties,
lingerie, which she inspected, closing the drawer. She turned back to
me. "Makeup, jewelry?" she asked.
I pointed to my adjoining bathroom. She went in and I heard her opening
drawers and rummaging. Clearly she found it as she came back out with a
set of 4 inch gold hoop earrings. These she held up to my ears, looking
at my lobes and commenting, "You should get your right ear pierced...these
would look good on you."
She set the earrings on the bed next to the maids outfit and gestured for
me to stand up.
I...was so uncomfortable and turned on by this...all this...I was trembling.
Sarah noticed, but did not do what I hoped she would do.
She took my hands in hers and said, "We are both going to take a week to
think on this."
My disappointment showed clearly, but Sarah pursed her lips and nodded,
leading me back out into the front room.
She stopped in front of the door and turned to me. "I need a week to
plan things out, and you...you need a week to decide if this is -really-
something you want. And if you want me to be an active part of." She
put an emphasis on the word "active".
"So you need to really give this serious consideration Andy," she
stressed looking me directly in my eyes. "Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"I would like to begin next week...unless you put a note under my door
saying 'No'. That's all I need," she said.
"If you decide you want this, then go get your ear pierced as a gesture
to me that you are up for what we will do together...and remember, you are
getting involved with a girl who has a 'fucking machine with a bondage
harness'." She said that last forcefully.
She looked up into my face and kissed my cheek. As she opened the door
she got a wicked grin on her face and said, "I am a dangerous girl with
plans...you should be a little scared."
And then she closed the door and was gone.
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