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The homecoming By Cassandra Morgan The skies are high in the midwest. Luke always smiled when he heard his neighbors say that. Hell, he imagined the sky was high in New York or Chicago, too. But there was something about the flatness of the land that made the Kansas sky seem higher. The blueness was so vast, so expansive. Even now, Luke McCall looked. One small cloud hovered above. That meant no rain today. That meant he had to turn on the irrigation pumps. Above him, a solitary bird flew. Not big enough to be an eagle, Luke thought. Maybe it was a crow. What was the old tale, that a single crow flying alone meant trouble was coming to town? He couldn't keep up with all of the old legends. It was a good life, more or less. Luke and his wife Tessa had had their farm for 18 years now. It had been 13 since ... well, since Vic had disappeared. It was funny. Even after all this time, that was the first time signpost that Luke thought about. The day their lives changed forever. The day the joy left. Luke walked across the field. He rubbed his neck, his skin like leather from working in the sun. His dog, Fang, bounded ahead of him toward the beaten up old pickup. Luke would rather have had a sports car, if you want to know the truth. But a sports car was no help on a farm. It would just make him look like a rube. Vic would be almost 20, he thought. He'd be a man by now. Luke wondered what he would be like. Would he have played ball? Would he have girlfriends? What bands would he like? Would he be ready to start college in the fall? It had been an ordinary enough day. Vic always spent time in the arcade while Luke loaded fertilizer. Give a kid a couple of dollars worth of quarters, and he could entertain himself for hours. Even after he stopped playing, he'd watch the other kids. That seemed strange to Luke, that a kid would watch the flashing lights of someone else's game. That day, when Luke was finished loading, Vic hadn't gotten back. That had irked Luke a little bit. He hated to go hunting for his boy. But when he did, he couldn't find him anywhere. The kid had vanished. No one had seen him. Hell, this was a small town. Everybody knew everybody in Ruskin, Kansas. So he had called the sheriff, Ted Langley in those days, and they had searched. They dragged the nearby pond - and that had scared his wife senseless. They scoured every backroad in the county. Vic was gone. A thousand times, Luke had felt guilty that he had let a six-year boy go to the arcade alone. He wondered if, down deep, Tessa blamed him. A bit of life had left his wife that day. Oh, she loved the twins, 12 year old Beth and Becca. The girls had been conceived because of their attempts to salve their aches over losing a son. But Vic had been her firstborn. A mother clings to that bond forever. It was getting hot now. Summertime was going to be a bear. Luke wiped his face. There were a lot of seeds to plant between now and then. He needed to hire some help this weekend. Workers were always drifting through town. He didn't much trust any of them since Vic disappeared. Maybe one of them snatched his kid. He pushed that thought out of his mind as he moved the truck His pocket shook. Even here, even in Farmland, USA, they had cell phones. He reached in and looked the display. It was Tessa. She never called him during the day. "Yeah," he said answering. "Luke? Luke, can you come home?" "Come home?" he frowned. "Tess, I'm all the way out by the mill pond." "Luke, they found Vic. Please, won't you come home." *** He sped. Okay, he drove like a bat out of hell. They had found his boy. Tessa didn't know much, and the cops weren't saying much. But Vic was alive. That's all that mattered. They were a family again. He needed to call his mom, his brother Caleb, but he needed to know more first. My God, the girls had never met their brother. He was in an incredible mood. He felt as if a boulder had been lifted from him, as if a darkness had disappeared. Bad things happen in life, but they shouldn't happen to children. His boy was alive! There had been so many nights he had tried not to wonder what had happened, so many nights he had imagined Vic's final hours. Now, his life had been restored to him. He sped past a tractor on the side of the road, past the wheat fields, past the church, past the old O'Donnell place. His mind was filled with a million questions. What had happened? Where had he been? Had he been fed? Cared for? Had he learned to drive? Was he dating yet? Was he religious? Kids go missing all the time. He had read the statistics. Most of them are never found. But there are support groups everywhere. Tess went for a while. He never took to one himself. It was a lot of talk by parents about how they missed their kids. Luke heard the words, but his own pain was so great he could never feel theirs. He felt bad about it, because he knew these were decent people whose lives had been ripped up, just like his. But that's the way he felt. Maybe we would enroll him in the community college in Shelby, the next town over. Luke wasn't ready to let his kid go to college. Not yet. He pulled into the driveway. There was a police squad car parked there. He steered around it and parked on the grass. He jogged to the door and pulled it open. There was Nate King, the county sheriff. He had replaced Langley in the late 90s, a good old boy who had grown up locally. A female officer sat beside him. Luke didn't know her. "Nate," he said, shaking hands. "Hello, Luke. This is Trish Blackstone. She's with our department. The people from Lawrence thought it would be a good idea if we visited for a spell before Vic gets here, you know. Just to help ease things along." "Why do things need easing?" Luke asked. "The boy is coming home to his parents. What else really matters?" Nate looked at the floor. Tessa looked at Luke, then at Officer Blackstone. "What aren't you telling us, Nate? Come on. Out with it." "It's ... nothing, Tess," he said. "Vic was ... damaged," Trish interrupted. "He's alive, and he's healthy. But Vic was kidnapped, and he's lived with a couple for years. They... affected him. You need to know about it." Luke felt his knees buckle. Damaged? What did that mean? Was he hurt? Was he sick? Tess gathered herself. "Tell me," she said "Tell me now." "Mrs. McCall," Trish said. "Vic is a girl." *** He's...what? A girl? How can Vic be a girl? He was my all-American boy. He was a scruffy little kid who couldn't stay out of the mud. A girl? How? Nate sat back. He started to talk, then stopped, as if searching for the right words. Tess brought him a glass of ice water. He nodded his appreciation. "Vic was kidnapped, as you know," Nate said. "A freak named Vernon Gatsby and Judith, his wife. Evidently, they had done this before. There is a community of these losers in Los Angeles. The Family, they call themselves. They steal little kids, and they make them keep their houses clean. They feminize them. That way their parents don't know them, and even those who are big enough don't run home. But it doesn't matter. After a while, no one wants to run away. I think they call it the Stockholm Syndrome. Being a ... cleaner feels natural to them after a while. I think there are, like 17 couples involved in this ... society." "The bastards," Tessa whispered. Luke had never heard her swear before. "Is he...intact?" "Yes," Nate said. "He's still a boy...down there. Hell, eventually, these sadists may get their own surgeon. But so far, they don't have one. But i'll warn you. Vic does have breasts. He does wear girls' clothing. He answers to Vic, Vickie, or Victoria but not Victor." "Vickie," Luke repeated. "Look, I'm not going to judge here," Nate said. "You have your boy, and he's healthy. That's a pretty good deal to me. He's going to need time...and space. There are so many adjustments that have to be made. But I bet if I had asked you yesterday if you would take Vic back like this, you would have." Tess nodded. I nodded. "Vic will be here in about an hour, Mrs. McCall," Nate said. "I don't know what he's been through. The psychiatrist will tell you the rest of it. But I think for the rest of us, the task will be to pick up some broken pieces and put them back together. We all have adjustments to make." "Can I see the monster?" Luke said. Nate looked at him "Just give me 10 minutes," Luke said. "That's all I want. Just 10 minutes." "Luke, you know you can't. The law won't allow it. [Even if he was here and not in California.] Vernon Gatsby will be tried, and he'll go to prison, and hopefully he'll be there for 99 years. Judith Gatsby is in custody, too. Justice will have its day, I promise you." "Sheriff, do we know how long Vic has been a girl?" Tessa asked. "Hard to say," Nate said. "Maybe from the first. As I understand it, you'd never tell that Vic wasn't female. I'm told she looks like a pretty 19-year-old girl who, um, married an older guy. You know what I am saying here, Tess?" "Yes," Tessa said. "He had sex with my son." "Yes, ma'am. He did." "How did they catch him?" Luke asked, his lips tight, his eyes aflame. "Just a charge of passing bad checks," Nate said. "The worst criminals are always caught on the small things. Capone got caught on tax evasion. They caught the Son of Sam because of parking tickets. So Vernon and Judith were passing bad checks, and when officers went to their door, there was a young maid there. It turned out to be Vic. You know the rest." "We'll never know the rest," Luke said. "The twins will be getting out of school soon," Tessa said, looking at the clock. "I can pick them up, ma'am," Trisha said. "I can even swing by and get my car so I'm not in the cruiser." "That's a good idea," Nate said. "If I need to get anywhere, Luke can drive me. Right, Luke? Luke nodded. Tess wiped her eyes. "I don't care," she said. "I'm sorry?" Nate said. "I don't care if he's a girl. I don't care. Just so my baby comes home. That's all that matters. Just so I can hold him. I don't care." Luke looked at his wife. There was strength there. There was resiliency. They would be okay, as long as they all had that kind of strength. They would get their lives back. Even if he has breasts, they can be removed. Happens all the time. They'd get him new clothes. He would be their little boy again. The rest of the time passed slowly, as if there was a heavy weight on the minute hand of the clock. Luke kept thinking about his son. Tessa stared out the window at the road outside. How do you adjust to your child's pain. How do you recapture the days when he was held down and hurt, when he was altered, when he was forced? No matter how it happened, a boy doesn't become a girl overnight. There had to be a thousand tears in the dark, a thousand questions why his parents weren't there to help him. Luke wiped away a tear. Damn you, Vernon Gatsby. Damn you. **** They saw the town car coming for a mile, billowing out dust behind it as it moved. The Sheriff, Luke and Tess all walked to the porch and watched it approach. Finally, it pulled into the driveway. It parked where the cruiser had been in the driveway. A deputy got out of the driver's side. Another out of the passenger's seat. A small blonde woman got out of the back. And then Vic. He was wearing a plain blue dress. His hair was long and brown. There was red polish on his nails. His eyes were downcast, but Luke thought he saw some eye makeup. Maybe some lipstick. He was wearing a pair of black flats. Was that hose? He looked up at them. His eyes were empty, and they held no recognition. Yes, he was wearing makeup. His whole demeanor was meek. Luke had seen that look before, in the eyes of a trapped animal. There was sadness there. There was darkness. "Hello, Vic," he said softly. "Welcome home," said Tess. "Welcome back." And then Tess's arms were around him, and her tears were flowing. Luke reached out and touched Tess' shoulder, then Vic's. He looked at Nate. Nate nodded. "Are you...are you my parents?" Vic asked. It was a female voice, small and soft. He had evidently practiced his pitch for years. "Yes, baby," Tess said. "We are. We have missed you so much. Every day. Every hour." "It's nice to meet you,"' Vic said. "It's nice to visit. Soon, I'll have to bring my husband to meet you both." The wind left Luke. His husband? Vern? The monster? How could Vic call him his husband? "Baby, you aren't here to visit," Tess said. "You live here, sweetheart. This is your home, Vic." "Victoria," he said. He looked lost, confused. "But I'm just here for the weekend, I thought." "No, baby," Tess said. "You live here now. Vernon is...going away." "Away?" Vic said. "When will he be back?" "Not for a long time...Victoria. "Now, let's go inside." The group went inside. Vic looked around the living room, then nodded. "It's a very clean houser, Mrs. McCall," he said. Luke thought that was an odd thing to say upon entering a home. Who cares how clean it is? Shouldn't Vic be running to them and holding them for all he was worth? The small blonde woman stepped forward. "Mr. McCall? Mrs. McCall. I'm Kelly Lockhart. I'm a psychologist assigned to this case. And I can assure you, Vickie is okay. She's just had a trauma. Twice, she's been ripped from her home, from the people she cared about. It's going to take time. But she's a lovely young woman. You'll like her very much." Luke frowned. He didn't like this woman referring to her son as Vickie. Or saying "her." But he bit his lip. His son was in a dress. He sounded like a girl. He looked like a girl. He talked about a husband. In the end, he sighed and sat down. "Do you need to freshen up, Vickie," Tessa said. "It's upstairs, the second door on the right. You have your own bathroom." Vic - Vickie - nodded assent, picked up her lone suitcase and began to climb the stairs. She had nice legs, Tessa noticed. I had those legs at 19. "Now that we're alone," Mrs. Lockhart said, "I was hoping we could talk." "Please," Tessa said. We sat. "As you can imagine, Vickie has had a tough time of it," she began. "She loved Vernon. She loved Judith. It may seem twisted to you, but not to her. She was happy in her life." "What life?" I said. "As a girl?" "More than that," she said. "As a maid. She ran that household, cooking and cleaning. Their sissy, I think they call it.She was very practical for them. It wasn't all about keeping them...satisfied. She worked for her keep, I'll tell you that." Luke clenched his teeth. He wanted to strike out, to hurt someone. This was all kinds of wrong. "There was quite a group of these people. We aren't sure how large. We found 17 lost boys in all. But some families raised their own sissies. Some swapped with other parents. There may be more than 100 families involved.' "How can their neighbors let them get away with it?" Tess asked. "They don't know. Most people in the big city don't care about their neighbors as long as they don't party too late on Saturday night or mow the lawn too early on Sunday. A family has a maid? Well, more power to them." "So how do we bring Vic back?" Luke asked. "Slowly," Mrs. Lockhart said. "You have to keep this in mind. She's been a sissy for two-thirds of her life. She's been in makeup and dresses for most of that. We don't know when Vernon became her "husband," but in her mind, that's normal. "Sadly, a lot of recovered kids run away again. We want to keep that from happening with Vic. We want her to welcome her life here. Remember, to her, Vern and Judith aren't the kidnappers. You are." Tessa let that sink in for a minute. She looked at Luke. "Then Vickie will be welcome in our home," Tessa said. "For as long as it takes." *** In her bedroom, Vickie unpacked slowly, efficiently. The McCalls seemed like nice enough people, she thought. A little vanilla, maybe. Farm folks. Church-goers. Salt of the earth. Were they really her parents? When Vickie looked at them, she didn't feel an attachment. She was a Gatsby, after all. She had been since she was a little girl. Oh, Vern had wanted to wait until she was 14 before sex, but she pleaded that she was ready long before that. One night, when she was 12, she was beside him on the couch, and she had reached over and grabbed his cock. It was magnificent. She had sucked it that night while Judith looked on and smiled. Soon enough, she was a woman. Shocked? That's the way it was in The Family. Sissies pleased their Masters. Oh, they didn't always call them that, not like in some fetish movie. She called her husband "Vern" and her Mistress "Judith" most of the time. Oh, there were others. The Family went across the valley, including doctors, lawyers, plumbers. And Vern would sometimes swap sissies for the weekend. But, mostly she was his, and to a lesser degree Judith's. She cleaned. She ironed. She vacuumed. She tended to babies across the Family. It was only hard in the spring and in the fall. Vernon was a field worker, and he would travel. That's how they had met on that long-ago day at the arcade. Judith had approached him and told him there was a puppy who was hurt. There was. It was just back in Los Angeles. Hey, Vickie liked her life. She wouldn't change it. No one seemed to get that. She wondered if she would have found her way to being a sissy if she'd grown up here in Farmville. Maybe. It was in her, after all. She was destined to clean and to cook for someone. If the policemen would understand that, maybe they would let Vernon go. Right now, she thought. I could use his cock right now. I'd like him in my ass, kissing the back of my neck, rubbing my breasts. She wasn't a child anymore. She had never been a child, really. She wondered if Ma and Pa Kettle would ever believe that. Maybe they would like to watch? *** Vickie got up early the next morning. By the time Mrs. McCall appeared in the kitchen, she already had the bacon cooking. She was in her work clothes. A gray dress, modest but alluring. She had a frilly white apron. A mob hat. Her nails were done, and her eyeliner was sharp, and her lipstick was fresh. "Good morning, Mistress," Vickie said. Tessa smiled. "Sweetheart, I'm not Mistress. I'm Mom. You look very nice." Actually, Vickie's clothes alarmed Tess. They were so...ordinary. That alarmed her most of all. From what little she had seen on TV, cross- dressers liked to dress elegantly, with fancy gowns and wigs. Vickie looked like it was just another Thursday. And because she looked so ordinary, it struck Tessa that she dressed so ordinarily. How many mornings had she dressed like this? How many eggs had she fried? Her son was a domestic. Her son was Victoria. She heard Luke bound down the stairs. He rarely ate. Some coffee, maybe a slice of toast. He walked into the kitchen and saw Vickie. He stopped in his tracks. His mouth hung open. "Good morning, Master," Vickie said. "I mean, Daddy. Are the girls awake yet?" "Not yet, Vickie. They're dying to meet you, though." Vickie smiled. She had never had a younger sister. Now she had two of them. They were about the age she was when she had started having sex. But she was a sissy. Sissies started early. They were advanced at that age. "Vickie," Tess said. "I usually cook for my family. Just be a teenager. It's okay." "Ma'am, you have a maid now. You can sleep in in the mornings. I'll take care of things. It's what I do. It's what I've always done." Tess didn't push it. It was going to be interesting having a sissy in the house. Luke poured his coffee and mumbled something about the North 40. He left the room in a rush, his feelings still a jumble. The fields felt like a sanctuary. Tess pulled up a chair. "Sit down, sweetie." Vickie started to protest, but in the end, she sat. She looked at this woman, her mother, and tried to sit taller. "What do you remember, Vickie? About being younger?" "Not a lot. Just being there. I remember dress-shopping with Judith. I remember my first trip to the hair salon. I remember dolls." "How old were you when you got your boobs?" Vickie looked at her, but she could see no judgment in her eyes. It was just a question a mother asked her daughter. Clinical. Matter-of-fact. "I was ...14, ma'am. I begged for them, so they gave me chemicals for a couple of years. Then at 16, then went in and shaped them, enhanced them. They're nice, don't think?" She pushed her chest out. "They're beautiful," Tessa said. "You should be very proud. Did you ever consider a vagina?" Vickie looked surprised. "No, ma'am," she said. "I'm a sissy. I have no need of a vagina. I couldn't have babies anyway;. And if my man wants to have sex, there is always my ass." "Vickie, don't be crude, dear. You know better." "Yes, ma'am," she said. "Vickie, sex is wonderful. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you were having it at an age your mother would not approve. But it's a personal thing between a man and a wo..., between two people. We do not need to broadcast it. If you end up with a woman, with a man, with another sissy, that's up to you. Either way, you are loved here. Never forget that." Tess covered Vickie's hand with her own. It was a real gesture, a tender gesture. Tessa hoped it would the beginning of a real relationship between a mother and her child. Because in the end, nothing else did matter. Not the clothes. Not the chores. Not the sexual partners. If Vic had grown up, and he had been gay, it wouldn't have made a difference. Tess smiled. Too many parents make it matter. Their son brings home a boyfriend, or their daughter brings home a girlfriend, and it seems as if the sky is falling. I want what any mother wants, Tess thought. I want someone who is loyal, someone who who is loving, someone who makes my child smile. That's all. Anyone who asks for more is stupid. There was commotion on the stars, and Beth and Becca came bounding into the room. They squealed as they saw Vickie. But Beth got a strange look on her face. "Why are you wearing a dress, Vic?" she said. Vic smiled. "Because it looked so pretty!" Vickie said. "Why are you wearing your dress?" "Cause I'm a girl." "And I'm a sissy. Isn't that okay?" "Sure it is, I guess. Tammy's brother wears dresses. He isn't as pretty as you, though. Want to go for a walk up by the lake?" Vickie smiled. Kids adjust so much easier than adults. There are no questions, no strange looks. Vickie knew a sissy back home who had a rough time of it. Her parents thought she should be treated harshly. They made her sleep in a dog's carrying cage every night. They spanked her. They kept her on a leash. But to Beth and Becca, it was explained away quickly. Kids are so loving, so non-judgmental. Maybe some day, when they were older, Beth and Becca could be maids with Vickie. Some day. When Vern got out. *** That night, for dinner, Vickie made a nice lasagna. She had garlic bread and salad and a cherry pie. Lasagna was one of the things she made best, because the ingredients weren't that pricey. She served them in her dressy black maid's outfit. Tessa had decided to let Vickie serve. Anything else would have caused a fight, and she had told that Lockhart woman that she would give Vickie time. So she watched television while the laundry was done. She read a book while she ironed. She did her nails while she made dinner. No wonder women like maids, Tessa thought. Tomorrow, she might go to the gym. Maybe she'd get her hair done. She wondered if Vickie would like to join her. It's amazing how fast the mind adjusts. One second, you are shocked at the circumstances that created Vickie. The next, she's the new household maid. Hmmm. When Vic was back, Maybe Tess would look into getting a maid. She'd like to be a mistress. After dinner, Vickie took the girls to bed. She took to reading to them every night while Luke unwound, He'd have a drink, maybe watch the news. Tonight, they were into Watership Down. She loved the symbolism. So she went upstairs with her sisters while Luke sat in his recliner and Tessa attended to things elsewhere. Then she brought him a whiskey sour. He thanked her. She fell to her knees. She reached up and started to unzip his pants. She touched his cock. His reaction was comical. He stood up as if goosed. His drink fell to the floor. He took two steps back and fell back into the chair. "Vickie! What are you doing. I'm your father!" She hung her head. "Vern always liked when I did that," she said. "I bet you'd like it, too." "Vickie, that isn't done!" he said. "A father doesn't have sex with his children." "You don't feel like my father," she said. "You feel like a horny old man." "Vickie, you can't do that. Not now, not ever." "It was only a blowjob," she said. "Still. No thank you." "If you change your mind, let me know, Mr. McCall. I'll be up." Vickie walked slowly away, almost sure that Mr. McCall - Daddy - was watching. If had been a foolish mistake. Farm folk weren't adventurous enough for a sissy. Still, it was kind of nice that he hadn't taken advantage of her. Most guys she had known, most Family members, would have. Guys like blowjobs. Some other sissies like them, too. Truth be told, she was pretty damn good at it. *** The trial took no time at all. Vernon Gatsby was found guilty of kidnapping, of statutory rape, of 17 other counts. He might be out in 30 years, He didn't seem flustered, however, He told Judith that he would turn his cellmate, make him the bitch. And he left. Judith was found guilty of kidnapping and 11 other charges. She would be gone for 20-plus. Vernon wasn't sure prison was right for Judith. She might be made the bitch in her prison, he thought. He missed Vickie. Damn, that was a sweet child. Originally, he had meant to sell her. Then to swap her. In the end, he had kept her the way Manson had kept Squeaky and Patricia Krenwinkle in that other Family. Broke her in right. When the McCalls found out about the verdict, they thought it a hollow victory. The Gatsbys would not suffer enough. Gradually, thoughts about Vernon and Judith faded from the front part of their brains. They began to sleep better. They also stopped thinking about trying to change Vickie. They were afraid of what she would do. Besides, she would never be able to wear a boys' shirt. She was who she was. And you know, the taunts went away, too. Oh, a few kids had something to say. But Vickie was a victim, not a gender outlaw. You'd have to be a sick bastard not to get that. She made friends, especially with boys. Eventually, Vickie stopped waiting for Vern to come back. Vern? He would have liked one more shot at that sweet ass of hers. God, he loved to peg her. He liked that even better than the blowjobs, to have her back up into his cock and gyrate. He had taught her to like sex, that it really wasn't that big of a deal. From now on, he was going to have his sex in a cell. If you thought of it as a giant cock cage, it wasn't that bad. *** For a long time, Vickie tried,. She really did. After she made the pass at Luke, the pass he rejected, she swore she would be a good girl. She kept her knees together. She worked, and she read, and she behaved. But one's nature is hard to deny. She'd first had sex young. She was used to it. She went to Disney movies with the girls. She walked in the park. She read a series of interviews on the art of domination. It was at the library that she fell off the wagon. Billy Bailey, the quarterback, was there one day, and he threw a paper airplane at her. She threw it back. They started laughing and joking. Doesn't it always start that way with teenagers? He touched her on the hand. She let his hand lay there. They looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, he said something about needing a book. He walked through the tall shelves of books. She followed him. He turned and backed her up against the wall. He took the bookstrap that held his own books together and he tied her wrists together over her head. Then he began to touch her. When the librarian caught them, Billy was taking her from behind. She was still tied up, her breasts bouncing as he pumped. The librarian told Tessa. She did not tell Luke. One butt-fucking didn't seem a serious matter. *** It was Sunday, the Lord's day. And from the looks of things, Vickie was going to be very popular. Everyone had heard about Vic, of course. It a small town, news travels with the speed of light. But as the boys gathered around the girl in the white dress, it was as if no one was aware that this was a male in their presence. They hovered about, and they flirted, and they cooed and purred like pets. Tess watched the scene for moment, then grinned and walked toward the Sunday School building to gather her youngest. Luke walked to the car to wait for everyone. It being Sunday, he did not drive the truck. It wasn't big enough. Sarah Washington approached him in the parking lot. "I was so glad to meet your daughter," she said. "She's such a sweet girl." "Thank you, Sarah. But you know as well as I do what her gender is." "Do you think all those boys know?" she asked. "I don't know. You can ask them." "Luke, a lot of kids are transgendered these days. A lot of kids are gay. We have to adjust to it Some boys just...like other boys." "I suppose, Sarah. Your Mark certainly seems like he does." Sarah looked up as her son reached out and took Vickie's hand. She flushed red. "Oh, Mark, we have to go, sweetheart. Say goodbye to your little friend." Mark Washington scowled. He said something to Vickie. She laughed and touched his arm. For a second, Luke was sure he was going to kiss her. He didn't, though. If his mom, and if her Dad hadn't been there, Luke was sure he would have. Luke didn't like that. Not because some kid was going to kiss his son. It was that some kid was going to kiss his daughter. *** Vickie had never dated a boy her own age. Vernon was so much older, and the other fathers in the Family were too. But Mark was her age, young and strong and gorgeous. Great teeth. Great eyes. Vickie felt her pulse quicken. She had lived with the McCalls for more than a week now, and no one was talking about her being a boy. That was good. Mentally, she had braced for it. Oh, she would return to this lifestyle eventually. That was for damn sure. But if she had to live as a boy for a year, well, she could. This was in her now. It didn't matter if she wore britches and a golf shirt every day. It didn't matter if they forced a double mastectomy on her. She was a sissy. She would always be a sissy. But this wasn't bad. She still missed Vernon and Judith, and she wondered what they would think of Mark. Judith could be strict. She liked to spank, and she liked to watch Vickie give blow jobs. Once, she had ridden Vickie with a strap on. Vickie had not been able to swallow that night, and it had gotten in her hair and on her face. And Judith had refused to let her bathe. Instead, she'd made Vickie lie in the tub, and she'd washed the sperm off with her pee. Vickie knew she would want that to happen again. But now she was riding in a truck with Mark - did all these rednecks drive trucks? - and they were headed for the lake. Vickie slid over into the middle of the seat. She took Mark by the hand. It felt like a real date. Finally, they arrived at the lake. "I like this song," Vickie said. She felt Mark's hand on her back. She twisted in the seat and smiled. She leaned into Mark. He kissed her, his lips toying with hers. He slid his tongue across her top lip, then pulled at her lower with his teeth. Her hand fell to his penis. Nice, she thought. She unzipped him. He was so hard. She lowered her face, and he pushed his dick deep into her throat. "Not yet," she told him. Instead, she worked on the tip, her tongue swirling around the end. She licked up the shaft. She kissed his balls gently, God, she loved sex. Maybe it was an addiction, like the celebrities claim when they get caught. Maybe she was a whore. She was glad her parents knew as little as they seemed to know. Actually, they were sweet. But how many 19 year old girls had their parents fooled? There are a lot of back seats in a lot of cars. She sucked vigorously, and all at once, he came. In spurts, long and thick. It was quick, she thought. She had wanted to sit on that hard on before he came. She had wanted to play with ice cubes on his cock. Instead, he was fumbling with her panties. Uh-oh, she thought. He reached inside, then looked at her strangely. He glanced down. There she sat, her skirt up, and her panties down. He saw something shiny. He looked closer, then asked what it was. "It's my cock cage," she said. "Vern used to make me wear one. But I have the key." Mark wondered if he should protest that she had a penis, as if he didn't know. Oh, he knew. All the guys knew. That was the attraction. They had a trans woman right there in their midst. That's why he was Vickie's third date of the weekend. He was pretty sure that he wasn't the first to see her cage. He wondered what it would be like to wear one of those? To be spanked? To have do the cleaning? He shuddered. No, that wasn't for him. Still, he wondered. *** It was after lunch, after the dishes the next afternoon, when Vickie had to stop by the mall to pick up pantyhose. Not sexy hose. Just plain old everyday hose. It was then that Melanie Butler approached her. She was a tall girl with frosted blonde hair, wearing slacks and a t-shirt. Vickie was wearing a yellow sundress. "So, skank, you still fucking other girls' boyfriends?" "Why, yes. And who are you? And which one is yours?" "I'm Melanie Butler, whore. And my fellow is Mark Washington." "Really? I think Mark may end up with a fellow of his own." Melanie laughed in spite of herself. "Yeah, he kinda has that fag vibe, doesn't he? But he has a nice truck." "You know what they say. From pick-up truck to pick-up fuck." "I like you," Melanie said. "You're okay. I was going to bitch-slap you like the biggest dyke in the barn, but you're funny." "Maybe you could bitch-slap me like the second-biggest dyke then," Vickie laughed. Melanie looked at her. "Do you really have a dick?" "Yeah, but I don't use it a lot," Vickie said. "I prefer my dicks orally applied." Melanie laughed. "Hey, you want to go get a beer? I know a place that sells it even if you're underage." "Sure, I'll go. But you have to make sure that a strange guy doesn't hit on me." "What about a strange girl?" "Oh, yummy." And so they left together. Well, Vickie thought, Luke has wanted me to date a girl. He just didn't imagine I'd be the one in the dress. The place that Melanie drove them to was a lesbian bar in Shelby. Yes, even small towns in Kansas have places where gay people, busting to be themselves, can end up. This was a smoky place, dark and friendly, with a rainbow on the wall. Melanie had been her before with Sophia Jernigan, her English teacher. She got an A that semester. As they walked in, Vickie felt Melanie take her hand. She found it pleasant. She had licked Judith often enough. But to be with someone young and pretty? That was a treat. Melanie found a booth on the far side of the bar. She slid in on the same side as Vickie. Any pretense was gone. Melanie intended to have her. "Kiss me," Melanie said. "Kiss me now." Vickie tilted her head. She was smiling as Melanie's lips devoured hers. She felt a hand on her breast. "Fuck boys," she said. "Fuck girls?" Vickie said. "Better idea," Melanie said. They kissed. They danced. They held each other. It was heavenly. Sure, Vickie had been with Judith on and off. But she never felt like a lesbian. Until now, until Melanie's breasts pushed into hers. Until they were sitting in the booth and Melanie took her hand and put in on her wet pussy. This was magic. There were stars. There was electricity. "Tell me about your mistress," she said. "She was an older woman. She was very harsh. I think she resented me being there. But she taught me things." "Did she teach you to say Mistress?" "Yes," Vickie said. "Say it to me." "Mistress," Vickie said. And Melanie kissed her again. It is impossible to say why people fall in love. Sometimes, it's as simple as a confrontation over the pantyhose display. But Melanie had something that Vickie craved. Control. Passion. Power. That night, Melanie became a fledging Mistress, born to push the buttons on her sissy. And Vickie became her pet. She would do her cooking, her cleaning, her grunt work. Oh, Melanie had a long way to go before she would be a Mistress. They aren't forged because a woman decides she wants to become one, and it doesn't matter how many leather chokers she buys for a sissy. But her soul wanted to control Vickie's, and Vickie wanted to be controlled. That would do for a start. There would be pitfalls - many Mistresses are strong on bondage and short on discipline. But she loved Vickie enough to be patient. And if she was over-zealous, well, so what if she or Vickie sucked an extra dick or two? The next month, they rented an apartment near the community college campus. Melanie - Mistress Mel - took classes. Victoria took a job at a cleaning service in town. Luke and Tessa were proud as they could be at their wedding. It had worked out. Luke's child had found a woman to love. Tessa's daughter had found a place in the sun. It was as it should have been. Luke adjusted. It took time, but after a while, he no longer saw a boy when he looked at Vickie. He was simple, but good-hearted. He worked the land, and he loved his family. Tessa was closer to Vickie, shopping and talking. And as for Vickie? She found that she liked the pussy of her new mistress. Especially the inside of it. Melanie was fierce and smart. She would be a good mistress. And Vern? Last anyone heard of him, he was sitting tall on a murderer's dick. Master Death, he called him. (c) 2015 by Cassandra Morgan