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THE TRIO - Part 2 Author's note: This is a continuation of The Trio - Part 1, and that should probably be read first. THE SEDUCTION OF SARAH The next day was Sunday, which meant church. I got up and took my shower. The feeling of my hairless body was different, not bad, but just different. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and reached for my robe, only to discover it missing, having been replaced by the pink one from yesterday. I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom and dad were both up, and mom suggested that since I was wearing a girl's robe, I could prepare breakfast. I didn't see the logic in this, but I did as I was told. After breakfast, mom pulled me over to one side, and suggested that since she had noticed a reaction when I wore panties, maybe it would be a good idea if I wore panties all the time I was not at school, just to get used to them. "What happens if someone sees me wearing panties?" I complained. "No one will know, unless you show them off," she said, dismissing my complaint. So I dutifully went upstairs, slipped on a pair of panties, this time light blue nylon trimmed with lace. When I pulled them up, I got the "reaction" my mom had mentioned. I could feel my cock pushing against the smooth fabric of my panties. I sat down, and thought about the music for church until my cock finally went down. I then put on a button down shirt, slacks, socks, and slipped my feet into a pair of leather loafers. I went into the bathroom and examined my face to make sure that there were no traces of makeup left. I ran a comb through my hair and pulled it into a low ponytail, fastened with a rubber band Church was uneventful, except for Ashley commenting that she thought she saw a panty line showing through my slacks. "Are you wearing panties?" she asked with a wicked smile. "Huh?" I grunted, and made no answer. Ashley just continued to smile. I couldn't imagine that she could see a panty line. After church, Mrs. Benson pulled me aside, and told me that Ashley had given her the music we would be performing for the talent show. "I would like to go over the music with you to work out the harmony and accompaniment," she said. "Ashley also told me what you agreed to do. That is really great of you to do it. I asked if she thought you could pull it off, and Ashley explained that she, Kimberly, and your mother had been buying clothes yesterday for Sarah's new wardrobe." She smiled at me and said, "Do you like dressing as a girl?" I decided not to answer that question. Part of me liked it a bit. While I wasn't really comfortable with the disclosure, I knew that it couldn't remain a secret from our accompanist. "When do you want to go over the music?" I asked. "How about this afternoon, at my house?" "Okay, about 2:00?" "That's good," she confirmed. "Oh, by the way I want Sarah, not George, to be there." I was not really comfortable with that, and I told her so. She made no comment, but smiled at me. At lunch, I told my parents about Mrs. Benson's request. My mother thought it was a good idea, because I needed all the girl practice I could get. "You need the practice playing the piano in heels and a skirt or dress," mom added. The logic of this escaped me, because Mrs. Benson would be playing the piano, I wouldn't. I guess that mom just wanted me to dress as a girl. If so, so be it. I went upstairs to get dressed as Sarah. Mom came into my bedroom, without knocking. I commented on this. Mom said, "Girls are used to other girls seeing them undressed, so get used to it." Mom then took charge of getting me dressed. "Put on one of your new bras," she said. "You need to learn how to put it on and take it off." I did as I was told. "Let's see how your new skirts look," she said. "You probably should wear your waist nipper so your skirt will fit right." I ended up trying on all of the skirts. She finally chose a dark blue A-line skirt. "That skirt is not lined, so you will have to wear one of your half slips," was her next comment. "And put on a pair of panty hose." She helped me with the waist nipper and the panty hose. Mom then selected a white sleeveless blouse with ruffles in front. When I had my skirt and blouse on, mon said, "reach under your skirt and pull the bottom of the blouse down." I did as I was told, and was happy with the way this made me look. I went to my closet to pick out a pair of shoes. "I would rather wear the flats, if that is okay?" I enquired. "No, you need the practice with heels," she said, Mom looked me over. "We have to do something about your hair, and you need some makeup." She led me into her room and sat me at her vanity. She brushed my hair, which I enjoyed as before, and then pulled my hair into a ponytail high on the back of my head. "Girls wear their ponytails high up, unlike boys," she offered as a explanation. That may have been true some time ago, maybe not now, but I saw no reason to challenge it. Somehow she came up with a light blue ribbon and used it to tie the ponytail with a big bow. "If you are really concerned about being identified as Sarah at the show, we should look for a wig. If your hair color is different, and hair length is different, it should be a pretty good disguise." She then took my chin in her hand and turned my face to allow her to plan my makeup. She started my makeup with a foundation. "Pay attention," she said, "you'll need to learn how to do this yourself." She put a blush on my cheeks, not much, she said, because this is " daytime makeup." I couldn't see the difference, but what did I know at the time? She defined my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. "We really should trim your eyebrows," she said. "I don't want to have to show up at school with trimmed eyebrows," was my response. "We'll talk about it later. We don't have time today if you want to get to Mrs. Benson's at two," she said. Next came eyeshadow. She picked a color which she said went with my clothes, and was "my" color. Frankly, I thought that I didn't want have my own "color." Eyeliner and mascara came next. "Just a little, after all it is daytime," she commented. I really didn't care, but I paid attention because I knew that she would make me do it myself sooner or later. She rummaged around her collection of makeup, and pulled out a tube of pink lipstick. "I think that this will go well with everything," she explained. She looked at my ears. "Oh my," she said, "we should have had your ears pierced yesterday. I'll have to see if I have any clip ons." I really didn't want my ears pierced. How could I explain that at school? As if reading my thoughts, she said, "A lot of boys have their ears pierced." Not this boy, I thought. She began a search for clip on earrings, finally coming up with three pairs. She held up each pair to my ears, looking for something, I know not what. Finally, she made a choice, without, by the way, any input from me. The earrings were not comfortable. They hurt my ear lobes. I told her so. "Women have to endure a little pain to look beautiful," she said. I couldn't imagine why, but kept my own counsel. "Okay, stand up," she commanded. Once standing she started fussing with my skirt, top, and hair. "I guess that'll have to do," she said. She handed me the lipstick which she had used and told me to put it in my purse, and put the purse strap over my shoulder. We went back downstairs. She grabbed her purse and car keys and said, "Let's go." I wasn't as self-conscious this time about being outside. We arrived at Mrs. Benson's house just about two on the nose. I got out of the car as gracefully as I could, and waved to mom. "Call me if you need me to pick you up," she said. She waited until I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Benson let me in. Mrs. Benson is maybe ten or twelve years older than I am, and as they say, "easy on the eyes." As far as I knew, there was no Mr. Benson in the picture. "My, don't you look precious," Mrs. Benson exclaimed as she took my hand. "Even better than I expected. The boys are going to be falling all over you." I certainly didn't want any boys falling all over me, but I said nothing. She led me over to the piano and asked me to sit down on the bench which I did in as lady like fashion as I could. Mrs Benson appeared to notice this and smiled approvingly. The music was already on the rack. "I want you to play it as you hear it in your mind and the harmonies you want." She stood directly behind me so she could also see the music. I began playing. It was a really girly song. I hummed the harmony, and then went back and sang the melody. "Yeah, I think that will work," she said. "We'll have to get Ashley and Kimberly over to make sure, but I want to get our parts down first." She leaned a little closer to the piano, and I felt her hands on my shoulders. It actually felt pretty good, and I leaned back into her hands. We played through all of the songs, she and I making comments on the harmony and accompaniment. She leaned over to make notations on the score, and when she did, I could feel her breasts against my head and face. I could feel my cock beginning to stir, and make a little tent in the front of my skirt. There was no way I could cover it, sitting where I was, and with her behind me. I just hoped she didn't notice. When she leaned back, she kept her hands on my shoulders. She began to softly rub them. It felt really good, and I must have let out a soft moan of pleasure. The rubbing did nothing to calm down my cock. She then leaned forward again, to make another note on the music, and her breasts pushed against my head. She moved slightly sideways, so one of her breasts was against my face. My cock was now at full attention. I squirmed a bit, but that didn't help. I had stopped playing the piano, but Mrs. Benson did not move. She just had to see the tent in my skirt. She did, but didn't stop what she was doing. "It appears that something is happening," she said, almost in a purr. With that she moved one of her hand to my face and began to caress my face and neck near my ear. Now I really moaned with pleasure. "Do you like that?" she asked. I gave a little moan in reply. She moved her hands from my shoulder and face, and took both of my hands in hers. She gently pulled me up from the piano bench and led me to a couch. It was obvious that my cock was stiff, from just looking at the front of my skirt. "There is a store that sells things to keep that hidden," she said, telling me the name of the store, "but we don't need it right now or today. You'll have to go by yourself. I don't think that you want to ask your mother to buy it for you, it would cause too many questions." We turned towards each other on the couch. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her. I could feel her breasts against me. My cock felt like it would explode. I put my hands around her neck. I really liked this, as we held on to each other. She then moved her face close to mine, and I felt her lips against mine. I didn't want it to stop. I then felt her tongue against my lips, pushing for entry into my mouth. I really didn't know what to do, but I parted my lips slightly, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I rubbed my tongue against hers. She withdrew her tongue, and parted her lips, and, following her example, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She closed her lips slightly and began to suck on my tongue. The feeling of her kiss was electric. It was a pleasure which I did not know existed. We finally pulled our faces apart. She stared into my eyes, and moved one of her hands to gently rub one of my ears. I smiled a smile of pleasure. She then moved her face to mine and commenced another passionate kiss. I moved one of my hands from around her neck, and gently brushed it against one of her breasts. I figured that if she didn't want me to do so, she would let me know. She didn't complain. I gently touched her breast again. She smiled and let out a soft moan. I cupped her breast with my hand, and she moved her hand to cup the breast of my padded bra. I could feel her press against my nipple. After a bit of time, she moved back from me. I gave her a hurt expression as if to ask if I had done anything wrong. I felt that anything that felt so good couldn't be wrong. Still looking in my eyes, she said, "Does Ashley kiss you this well?" I paused for a moment, not wanting to confirm my inexperience. I then said, "I don't know. We never kissed like that." "You know, we probably shouldn't be doing this," she finally said. "Do you want to stop?" The last thing I wanted to do is stop. I just shook my head. "You know that we can't tell anyone about this. I have to trust you, because if it became known, I could get in a lot of trouble." "I want another kiss," I finally said, and we moved our faces together for more passionate kisses. When we broke apart, I asked her a question which had been on my mind since we arranged to meet at her house. "Why did you want me here as Sarah, and not George?" "Well, I have to confess that I like girls a lot better than boys. When I would look at you in church, I though how you could be a pretty girl. I wanted you as a girl, not as a boy. I'm a lesbian, or at least a bi- sexual. Right now I see you as a girl, a very attractive and desirable girl." She gently caressed my face. My cock reacted, tenting the front of my skirt. She looked down. "My oh my, we'll have to do something about that." She slid her hand up my skirt, finally finding my rigid cock. She began to stroke it through the fabric of my panty hose and panties. I could barely control myself. She lifted the front of my skirt and slip up to my waist, and with both hands she hooked the fingers of her hands around the waist band of my panty hose and panty, and began to pull them down. I grabbed the back of the couch, and raised my ass up off the cushions an inch, and she pulled my pantyhose and panties down my legs. My cock, freed from any restraint, sprang to attention. She looked again into my eyes, and then lowered her eyes and head toward my crotch. She wrapped a hand around my cock, lowered her head further and began to lick the pre cum from the tip. I moaned with pleasure. She then moved her mouth down over my cock and began sucking it all the time playing her tongue over the shaft. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. "I'm going to cum," I said loudly. She didn't stop what she was doing. My cock jerked and in a second I was pumping my cum into her mouth. Even though her mouth was full of my cum, she continued to suck and milk every drop from me. She then moved her head up, close to my face and put her lips to mine. She pushed her tongue against my lips, and when I opened them she pushed a mouthful of my cum into my mouth. I looked at her face, and I saw her swallow the cum in her mouth. "Swallow," she commanded, and I did. The taste of my cum was not unpleasant, in fact it was nice. She straightened up and reached over to pull my pantyhose and panties the rest of the way off my legs. My skirt and slip were still bunched up to my waist in front. She gently pulled my skirt and slip down. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up a bit," she said, "and then it's my turn." "No, I'm not going to let you fuck me. As I told you, I am a lesbian or at least bi-sexual. The bi-sexual part just gave you a blow job. Now my lesbian side has to be satisfied." Being inexperienced in sexual matters, I wasn't quite sure of what was expected of me. She took both of my hands, and pulled me up. She then led me to the stairs and to her bedroom. "Your makeup and lipstick are a mess. I want a good looking girl, not a slob." She sat me down at her vanity, and I cleaned up the mess as well as I could with a tissue. She reached into a drawer, and pulled out a tube of lipstick. "Not an exact match, but it'll have to do. You need to make sure that when you leave that you apply a fresh coat of the lipstick you brought, or your mother might get suspicious," she advised. "Women pay a lot of attention to the color of lipstick." I stood up, and moved to her. I embraced her and gave her a loving kiss. "There goes your fresh lipstick," she said with a laugh. She was dressed in a rather tight pair of slacks and a nylon blouse. She removed her shoes, all the time looking at me. "I'll let you take the rest off of me." I moved close to her, and started to unbutton her blouse. I then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her slacks, after she had cautioned me to only remove her slacks. I pulled her slacks down and had to kneel to get them off of her legs. Under her slacks she had thigh high hose. She had to lift each foot in turn, and she steadied herself by putting her hands on my head. Her blouse hung loosely from her shoulders. The front of her panties were now only inches from my face. I could see the mark of her female juices on the front of her panties. Still holding my head, she drew my face into contact with her damp panties. Not knowing what to do, I took a guess and kissed the front of her panties. I could taste and smell her. She moaned, and lifted me up to my feet. I slid her blouse off, and reach behind her to release her bra. Not knowing how to do, it I fumbled around until she reached back to unfasten her bra. "Maybe I should show you how that's done. Your girlfriends may appreciate it," she said. I cupped her now naked breasts in my hands, and lowered my head to lick her nipples. They responded immediately by getting hard. I licked, sucked and nibbled on her nipples while she kept saying yes, yes. yes between moans. She wrapped her arms around me and I reciprocated. Our lips and tongues met for another series of kisses, each better that the prior one, if this was possible. She backed up against her bed, and pulled me with her onto her bed. "Take off my panties," she breathed. I reached down and began to remove her panties. She lifted her ass up to allow me to complete the job. She was totally naked, except for her thigh high stockings, which didn't appear to be necessary to be removed. I moved my hand up and down her legs, over her hose, and up to her crotch. For the first time in my life, I touched a vagina. She sensed that I may not know what to do next. "Put your fingers inside," she said. "Feel around for my clit. It should be hard, like your cock was." I moved my fingers around. She would direct me by telling me to go higher or lower. At last I found her clitoris. I knew I had found something just by the changes in her breathing. I rubbed her clit listening to her moaning. "I want you to lick it," she gasped breathlessly. I lowered my face to her crotch and began probing with my tongue, as she directed me where to lick. Suddenly she bucked up and down on the bed. It was everything I could do to keep my tongue in place. Her breathing became louder and in short breaths. Suddenly she grabbed my head with both hands, forcing my face into her vagina. With almost a scream she yelled, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming, Oh God, don't stop, yes, yes." With the final word she spasmed and then relaxed. I kept licking, but she grabbed my head and pulled it from her crotch. "That was wonderful," she said with gasping breaths, "after a few more times you should get really good at it." I moved up and hugged her. My face was close to hers, and with her juices still on my tongue and lips, I gave her another passionate kiss. When we broke off the kiss, she said, "That tastes good. There is nothing better than the juices of passion." We laid there, together, sharing the afterglow of our mutual lust. Shortly thereafter we both nodded off. After a while, she sat up with a start. "We fell asleep!" she exclaimed. "What time is it?" she rolled over to look at her clock, and then fell back on the bed. "It's okay, it's only a little after four. What time do you have to be home?" "We eat dinner at about six, so any time up to five thirty," I replied. "I don't think that we have enough time for another go around," she said with a tinge of regret in her voice. "I really would like to do this again, someday, if it's okay with you. Remember, not a word of this to anyone." I nodded my head in agreement. "Let's jump in the shower and get cleaned up," she suggested. I removed the rest of my clothes, and we walked into her bathroom, and joined each other in the shower. "Too bad you aren't all girl," she said looking at my cock. "If you were, you could know how wonderful it is to have a girl type orgasm." After I had put my clothes back on, she and I sat at her kitchen table, sharing soft drinks. She looked wonderful in a gauzy peignoir, and I could hardly resist fondling her body. I turned to her and said. "I have a question which I hope you don't mind answering. Why did you want oral sex, and not actually intercourse?" "Because I am mainly a lesbian, and I prefer oral sex," she said. "But you didn't seem to mind giving me a blow job," I responded. "Well, when I sucked you off, you were a girl." "That's why you wanted me to come over as Sarah, not George." "That's pretty much it." A while later, she said, "Maybe it's time for you to head home. Don't forget to fix your makeup before you see your mother. And you better try to hide that satisfied look on your face." I just smiled in response. "Why don't I give you a ride home, that way we can be together a few minutes longer," she suggested, and began to change into street clothes. When I got home, my mom said, "Did you get a lot done?" "Yes," I replied, all the time thinking that it was not what you could have imagined. "She didn't mind that you were there as Sarah?" "Of course not. Remember, she's the one who suggested it," I replied. "Well, you look happy, so you must have enjoyed being Sarah too," she commented. "Yes, I'm getting used to it." If only she knew. "Are you and Mrs. Benson going to need to practice again next week?" she asked. "Probably." "Do you plan to go as Sarah, again?" "Remember, it was you who suggested that I dress as Sarah as much as I could before the talent show." "Oh yeah, I did," she replied. "I'm glad that you are trying to get a hold of your feminine side. When the talent show is over, I'm going to miss my daughter." "Mom, with all the clothes you bought me, I can be Sarah for a long time, if it is important to you." "I might like to have Sarah around from time to time," she said with a wistful look on her face. "Yeah, but what will dad have to say about that?" "You let me worry about that." MORE SHOPPING All of my spare time was taken up in preparation for the talent show. My mother wanted to do more shopping. She said that a girl could not keep on wearing the same clothes all the time and that I needed more underwear, skirts, tops, blouses and dresses. "You said that I could have Sarah around from time to time after the talent show," said mom, when I questioned the amount of girl clothes she wanted me to have. I hadn't remembered it quite that way. I thought that dad had to approve. "I talked with your father, and he has no objection to Sarah being around after the talent show, so I could have a daughter occasionally. Anyway, don't you really enjoy shopping for clothes?" I had to admit that shopping for girl clothes wasn't all that terrible, especially considering Mrs. Benson's preferences. I guess that dad was just going along with mom to keep peace in the household. That Saturday, my mother and I again went shopping. This time we started in a store that sold wigs. I was surprised that they came in such a wide range of price and quality. Naturally the better wigs were the more expensive ones. A clerk came over to us. "May I help you ladies?" she asked. "My daughter needs a wig for a talent show," my mother replied. "Her group is singing songs from the 40's, 50's and 60's and she needs a hairstyle appropiate for that time." "I'm certain we can help you," she said, and picked out several wigs. We finally decided on a moderately priced wig in auburn. The hair was longer than mine. It went down to between my shoulder blades. "You will want to have it styled," the clerk said. "Most hair salons can do it. Bring in the wig and a picture of the style you want. By the way, you probably should have a form and wig box to keep it looking good. When you are not wearing it, it should be on the wig form. You might also want to consider a wig cap." Mom grimaced at the total cost. "I thought it was you who wanted Sarah around after the show," I whispered to her with a smirk on my face. "Sarah better be around a lot, for what this costs," she replied. We then proceeded to a dress store, where we met Ashley and Kimberly. We had decided on the clothes we would wear for the show. We wanted a McGuire Sisters, Andrews Sisters or Lennon Sisters look. We bought matching outfits. Mom insisted on buying me a bra which would allow me to keep the top buttons of my blouse unbuttoned. On the way out of the mall, I noticed several boys giving me the once-over, I smiled. I never has this much attention as George. The Saturday thereafter I made a shopping trip by myself. Neither mom nor dad could drive me, so I took the bus. I was getting pretty good with my makeup and hair styling, so I was in full girl mode. I was looking for some particular pieces of lingerie, with hopes that I could wear them to Mrs. Benson's house. Once I was in the mall, I headed directly to Victoria's Secret. I was looking for really sexy looking under things; the briefer the better. I particularly wanted a garter belt and sexy looking hose to go with it. The clerk told me to wear my panties over the garter belt to make it easier when I had to use the toilet. I thought that it would make other things easier, since I hoped Mrs. Benson would like me wearing a sexy garter belt and stockings. I was very pleased with my purchases, but I knew that I couldn't show everything I bought to mom. Mrs. Benson had told me where to shop for something to keep my cock under control, and I visited that store. It was a small shop, specializing in corsets and the like. After all, I did need an additional waist nipper, since I couldn't wear the same one every day and I wanted it in black to go with my new lingerie. The clerk was a lady with a friendly smile. "May I help you with something, miss?" she asked "I need a waist nipper and a gaff," I replied. "A gaff?" she asked. "Yes." This caused her to look at me again, and much more closely. "I see," she said after a pause. "You make a cute girl. You said you need a waist nipper also? What size?" "I have my waist nipper on right now. If I can take it off and you can match the size," She directed me to a changing room in the back of the store. I undressed to the point where I could remove the waist nipper. The clerk stepped into the room and handed me a gaff and gave me instructions which I followed as she watched. The girls and I had scheduled a session for the next day with Mrs. Benson. With the girls there, it would be difficult to engage in any other activities. However, I came as Sarah, wearing my new garter belt and hose. I didn't want to wear the gaff, because I thought it would just get in the way. It was a long session with Mrs. Benson. After about two hours, the girls had to leave and Ashley's mother picked them up. When the girls left, Mrs. Benson and I sat on the couch. We did some heavy kissing, and I brought up the subject of my recent purchases. "Ooh, let me see," Mrs. Benson cooed. I stood up and lifted the hem of my skirt. Mrs. Benson smiled and made approving sounds. Without saying any more, she reached over and pulled down my panties. My cock sprang to attention. I was still standing, and Mrs. Benson moved from the couch and knelt in front of me. She put her hand around my now pulsing cock and moved her head forward. She kissed the end of my cock, licking up my pre-cum. She then took my cock into her mouth and moved her head back and forth. It didn't take me long to shoot my cum into her mouth. She then stood up, moved her face to mine and put her lips on mine. Like before, she pushed her tongue against my lips, and when I opened my lips she shared my cum with me. She moved her head back and we both swallowed. It tasted as good as before. She smiled at me. "The garter belt really turned me on," she said, "I couldn't control myself. Well I did you, now you owe me one." The talent show was less than a week away. It appeared that my time as Sarah would be coming to an end. "Do you ever think that Sarah may reappear after the talent show?" Mrs. Benson asked. "My mom said that she would like to have a daughter on occasion, so Sarah might show up after the talent show." "Well, I can hardly share Sarah with your mom," she said. "I don't think that your mom would approve of what I have in mind." I had to chuckle. "You are probably correct." "I have another question," she said. "Do you ever envision Sarah going out on a date with a boy, and after the date making our in the back seat of his car?" "No, I've never thought of either," I responded. "I think that you enjoy being a girl, and you appear to like the taste of your own cum. You might want to consider it." With only a weak smile on my face, I said nothing in reply. Kiss a boy . . .? I wonder, was my thought. THE TALENT SHOW Finally, it was the day of the talent show. It was a Friday, and people who were in the show were allowed to go home at noon to get ready. Since Sarah was in the show, and George wasn't, I had to sit through the whole day of classes. I had prepared that morning. I had done another hair removal treatment, and I was wearing panties, a matching garter belt, and hose with a seam up the back. I had on a white bra, and a white camisole. I covered it all up with athletic socks, loose jeans and an oversized sweat shirt. No point in letting anyone see what I was wearing underneath. At last, my last class was over, and mom was waiting for me at school with the car. We rushed into the house and I pulled off my socks, jeans and sweat shirt, and put on the gaff. I slipped into my blouse, pulled on a white half slip, and took my outfit for the show off of its hanger. Mom was waiting for me at her vanity. The first step was the wig which we had purchased to hide my true identify. My mother began fussing with it and fastening it to my head. As mom was doing this, I put on foundation and powder. I waited for mom to be finished with my hair before I started with the eyebrow pencil to define my eyebrows. I then put on brown eye shadow. After the eye shadow, I outlined my eyes and put on a layer of mascara. All that remained to be done was lipstick. Finished, I lifted the hem of the skirt, and pulled the tails of my blouse down past waist of my skirt. Mom was smiling brightly. "You're getting good at this. Sarah, you look divine!" she said, as I put on the tan jacket. On our way to the talent show, I thought about what Mrs. Benson had said about going out with a boy. In my mind I pictured myself moving my red lips up and down his cock. The thought made my cock react, so I purposely drove those thoughts our of my mind and concentrated on the music we were singing. All of the participants in the talent show were gathered in rooms around the auditorium. Mrs. Benson was able to get some time with a piano, and we ran through our songs an additional time. I thought that we really sounded good. Ashley, Kimberly and I were rather nervous, and pretty much stayed with each other and tried to make small talk. "So, Sarah," Kimberly asked, "are you all Sarah tonight?" I looked around and no one was paying us any attention that moment. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it up to show my lingerie. "Wow, girl, are you trying to get lucky tonight?" asked Ashley. I blushed. "No," I replied. "It's just that having fancy lingerie on makes me feel good, and that helps me sing. Otherwise, I'm the same old George." "I'm not sure of that," said Ashley. "You seem to be really getting into this girl thing. There doesn't seem to be much of the same old George here." The truth was that I was beginning to like being a girl. At 7:30 the first participants were called to the stage. They were a garage band, and they had done nothing to look good. They sounded even worse. We were scheduled third from last on the program. I was nervous, and the gaff was less than comfortable, so I started pacing back and forth, my heels clicking on the floor and my hair swinging back and forth. I could see some of the boys in the room staring at me. I didn't mind. I liked looking good. Ashley and Kimberly and I were all dressed alike, trying to emulate the sister trios. Mrs. Benson had on a floor length gown, and was stunning. As I heard some of the other participants performing, I began to realize that we actually had a chance. Finally, we were on. It was one of those nights where everything "clicked," Our timing was right on, our harmonies blended perfectly. The accompaniment was at the correct level. The audience seemed to love us. When we were finished we went back in the room and hugged each other. Some of the boys came over and said that we were great. The MC announced that the judges were tallying the scores, and then he came backstage and asked us if we had an encore we could do while the tally was being done. We did have an encore, which we would be expected to perform if we won. I wondered if being asked to sing now meant that we had been eliminated and our encore would not otherwise be necessary. We went out again and performed our encore. When we were done, the MC came forward to read off the results. To our surprise, we had won! The night ended with a celebration at a local restaurant, with the girls, the parents, Mrs. Benson and Aunt Jane. Aunt Jane, who had financed our performance was particularly pleased, and said it was worth every penny. As we were leaving, Ashley and Kimberly pulled me aside and asked me what I was going to do with all of my girl clothes, and could they have some. I stopped to think. "We can share It's possible that Sarah may be back from time to time." Mrs. Benson overheard this and said, "I hope that's true."