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This continues "Bianca," so there are plot references that occurred in that story. Bianca Takes Charge Chapter 1: Remembrances of Things Past "Hey Zoe, have you seen Beth anywhere?" Zoe is tending bar by herself for the first time and seems a bit perturbed by my question as she tries to make a margarita for a cross dresser sitting alone at the end of the bar. As soon as she delivers her concoction, she looks at me, rolls her eyes and discretely points to the floor behind the bar. I mouth "Thanks" and casually walk around to the end of the bar while scanning the crowd. Ever since Beth ran into Brenda, an old flame from high school, at the bar, precipitating an unexpected encounter with our estranged mother, old girlfriends popping up have become a regular occurrence. Between Brenda spreading the word among their old circle of friends and the fact that our little establishment has become a mecca for the LGBTQ community, the chances that an old lover walks through the door has increased greatly. Beth, now a wife and mother has become a bit sensitive about her promiscuous past. Of course it has hasn't helped that I've relished teasing her about it (all the while keeping my fingers crossed that none of my ex-boyfriends show up). As I walk around behind the bar, there is Beth sitting between the beer cooler and the sink. I decide to ignore her self imposed dilemma and talk to Zoe first. When I walk by, Beth reaches up and slaps my ass trying to get my attention. "How's it going, any problems?" I ask Zoe. "Nope, so far so good." "The gal at the end there, she's been there quite sometime, you watching how much she's had?" "Yeh, that's just her second drink, she nursed her first one for almost an hour. I talked to her a bit, it's the first time she's gone out in public. Poor woman is too frightened to move." I thank Zoe and walk to the end of the bar. "Hi, I'm Bianca," I say offering my hand. "Oh, ah, hi, I'm ah, I'm Stacey," she answered. "Nice to meet you. So, I hear this is your first time here, welcome." "Thanks, I..., ah, I..., am pretty nervous. I'm sorry." "Please, please, nothing to be sorry for. This is a really safe place for your first time out. See that rather menacing guy by the door? That's Justin, he makes sure all my customers are treated with respect." "You the owner?" "Yep, along with my sister Beth," I turned slightly and pointed to her, "that woman hiding behind the bar. Don't worry, she's generally harmless," I said loudly enough for my sister to hear me. Beth just glares at me and tries waving at me again to come over to her. "Well Stacey," turning my back on Beth, "you look very nice," and she really does. We chat for a couple minutes as I continue to complement her appearance to build up her confidence. "So, feel like getting off that bar stool and stretching those pretty legs?" I bend down and slip under the folding section at the end of the bar and take Stacey by the hand. "Grab your drink honey, I want to introduce you to a few girls." As I walk her to the lounge in back, I comment, "those are cute shoes, where did you get them?" It never hurts to complement a woman's shoes! Unfortunately at that moment, she briefly stumbles as we navigate through the crowd and I have to keep her from falling. "Sorry, I've only worn them around my apartment. Didn't start to dress seriously until a couple of years ago after I turned thirty. Now my closet is filled with heels, kind of obsessed with them." "Oh, me too honey. I became a serious collector of heels when I transitioned." I laughed. "Oh, I thought that..." Stacey fumbled for words. "Don't be embarrassed. I forget that not everybody knows about Beth and me. We're twins, but we're are not identical, my sister is cis and lesbian, while I am trans and straight." At a table in the back of the lounge, were four regulars, all gender fluid. I introduced Stacey, explaining it was her first time out in public. One of the girls grabs another chair and invites Stacey to join them. I really like our patrons. So, one good deed done for the night. I'm really starting to get into this whole empathy thing. I'd brag about it to my sister-in-law but I think she'd just point out that bragging kind of defeats the whole purpose of being empathetic. Then I remember my sister hiding behind the bar. I push my way back through the crowd (can never complain about a crowd of paying customers since they are financing my shoe obsession), back to the bar where Zoe looks down, indicating that Beth is still there. I walk behind the bar a second time now, stand in front of my sister, and squat down, too late to realize that in my leather pencil skirt a four inch stilettos, squatting is an almost impossible maneuver. I promptly tip over and fall on top of Beth. Zoe walks over, but rather than helping her boss and surrogate mom, she rolls her eyes, opens the beer cooler, and pulls out three bottles, totally ignoring my predicament. "So sis, who are you hiding from this time? I haven't seen anybody that looks remotely familiar." "There's a woman, around fifty, sitting at the small table near the entrance." I stealthily peek over the top of the bar, seeing who Beth is talking about. "So..." I say. "So, that's Donna, the one trans woman I fucked back in college." "So you dated an older woman back then, so..." "So, she's not alone. Her date has been standing in line at the restroom." "So..." I keep saying. "So any minute now her date will be back, and..." "Oh my fucking..." I gasp and duck back behind the bar and squeeze next to Beth between the beer cooler and the sink. Zoe walks over to us and bends over saying, "hey guys, your mom just walked by, want me to send a bottle of wine or something over to her table?" Chapter 2: Donna Mother has been to the bar a couple of times since our reconciliation, but always at our invite. Since ridding herself of the baggage imposed on her by our father, a rather impulsive and quirky woman has emerged. Much to my horror and Beth's chagrin, I seem to have inherited a lot of my traits from dear old mom. But she has never been here by herself, well at least as far as we know. "Wait a minute," crouching back down next to my sister, "what makes you think they're here on a date? Maybe mom just stopped by to say hello, didn't see us anywhere and just sat down at the first empty chair." This sounds plausible to me. "Totally a coincidence that it was next to another one of your ex lovers who has wandered in." Yes, nailed it! "You do make excellent points, dear sister," then sneaking a peek between the beer spigots, "but how do you explain this?" I join her spying at the table near the entrance where I can see Donna's hand firmly on mom's thigh, while mom has her head on Donna's shoulder. Then before I can sit back down, Donna gives mom a little kiss, on the lips. Beth and I settle back down on the floor under the bar. Neither one of us can think of anything to say. I just sit there staring at my shoes when I see a pair of pink trainers enter my gaze. Zoe bends down, looks at the two of us, "your mom wants the two of you to stop spying on her and to come meet her friend." Beth stands up first, then helps me to my feet. Standing at the end of the bar is mom, almost laughing, pointing at us, "so, what's happened to my two proudly independent daughters? Can't handle your mom trying to be more like you?" Ouch! I take Beth by the hand and walk around the bar, "well played mother," I say, shaking my head. As we walk over to her table, I ask Justin to find us two more chairs. Before we sit down, and before mother can introduce us, Beth gives a halfhearted wave and says, "hi Donna." Donna looks very confused. She takes a close look at Beth, then a second closer look to jog her memory, "Oh my god, we know each other, like in intimately know each other, right? Like several years ago, you were a student at the college near the office where I worked." Now it's mother's turn to look confused. Then a little light turns on and she sits down laughing, "Oh! Of course! Donna is one of your old girlfriends! No wonder you were trying to hide!" she says to Beth, who has turned bright red. "I have no idea why you were trying to hide, Bianca." She has a point, why was I hiding? "Oh I love this. I wish I was still in touch with your miserable father so I could tell him that you and I have slept with the same woman" she tells Beth. Beth puts her head down and gently pounds her head on the table, "make her stop, somebody make her stop!" It takes two bottles of wine, on the house, before the four of us have sorted everything out and are comfortably enjoying the situation. First, it was quite a surprise to find out that mother had neglected to mention that she'd dated a couple of women since father divorced her. If she had mentioned things like that rather than pretending to be the same old judgmental parent when she contacted Beth several months ago, things wouldn't have been so stressful. Oh well, water under the bridge. I just hope I don't start acting weirdly when I'm her age. Make that more weirdly. After the divorce, mother tried a few dating apps, but decided all the men she was meeting reminded her too much of father. One "controlling jerk" (her words) was enough. So why not see what pops up switching the app search option to "woman seeking woman," maybe at least find a decent dinner or theatre companion. Apparently mom found more than just companionship. Then last month mom was looking for someone interested in going to the opera with her. Mom said she got excited to see a trans woman pop up because she really adores Anna and sees how much she and Beth love each other. I was bemused that mom thought of Anna before me, until mom turned to me and said, "You are my inspiration, but you're into men sweetie, and I'm so over them." "So you're not worried that Beth is going to try to steal Donna back, are you?" I guess neither Beth nor mom found that funny, because I received a sharp kick in my left ankle from Beth and in my right ankle from mom. However, at least Donna was laughing. "Not even a remote possibility, Deb and I have so much more in common, including our ages. I'm really sorry, but the only thing I remember about Beth is her vibrator." Donna recalled. "Ok, I'm going to go call my loving wife and daughter and get my deflated ego a boost. Besides, I have actual work to do, the drag show should have started ten minutes ago. You guys can feel free to talk behind my back. I'm sure Bianca will give me the highlights later." Beth gave mother a hug, shook Donna's hand, turned to me and said, "no real point to ever hide again behind the bar, nothing could ever top this." Mom got up and said, "If you'll excuse me, Bianca, why don't you and Donna get to know each other better. I'm going to go talk to Zoe for a bit. The poor dear has been trying to overhear what was going on. Think I'll go bring her up to date." As an open trans woman I expect the odd situation now and then. Chatting with another trans woman about her intentions towards my mother did seem more than your run of the mill odd situation. "So, what are your intentions towards my mom?" I say with a little chuckle. "I absolutely love that story of how you got engaged! Deb loves to tell it. She just glows every time. You are a really lucky gal!" Donna gushed. "I don't suppose you have an engagement ring in your purse." "No, no, but I really do like your mom. She's warned me that you won't believe this, but she is funny and caring." "I see that now, I just wish that she could have been that way when Beth and I were growing up." "Well, I know she feels the same way. On our first date I told her how my parents fought with my school to get them to let me wear girl clothes. Unfortunately that was forty years ago and they lost the fight. Rather than giving up, they took me out of school and homeschooled me. By the time I met your sister, I'd been living stealthily as a female for thirty years, all because of my parents. I didn't mean to, but that made Deb cry. So I think she'll do anything to make it up to you two." "That is nice to hear, thanks," out of the corner of my eye I see Beth standing by the stage curtain arguing with one of the drag queens, "you don't suppose mom would be willing to do a drag act do you?" Donna looks puzzled, saying, "she has a lovely voice, but drag, why? Is there a problem?" "Maybe. Excuse me please," I think Beth is having a crisis. "Our first performer refuses to go on until his partner, who is stuck in traffic, arrives with his Barbra Streisand wig. And the second performer won't be done applying makeup for at least another ten or fifteen minutes!" I momentarily consider running over to the lounge and see if Stacey will lend us her wig which is sort of Streisand like, but that would be too much to ask. So the only other thing I can come up with is, mom. Not drag, but singing. Donna has been watching me, so I wave to her, point to mom, jump up and down waving my arms in some circular motion, and... Well, I'll be damned, she's interpreted my sign language and is bringing mom towards us. "Mom, do you remember the words to 'Lili Marlene'?" I ask, begging for a yes. Beth looks horrified, "your not suggesting she do that Marlene Dietrich act she used to do at dinner parties are you?" "Got a better idea to stall until the wig arrives?" I ask. "Yes," I hear, but it's not Beth speaking, it's mom. Mom looks perfectly calm. I grab the mic and Beth pushes a dismayed 'Barbra', sans wig, offstage. "Ladies, gentlemen, and all non specific gender patrons, good evening and welcome. We have a small delay due to a transportation problem involving a wig." Good, lots of laughter. "While we wait for its arrival, we'd like to offer you a special treat. Our mom, here tonight with her lovely girlfriend Donna, wave Donna, would perform a wonderful rendition of an old Dietrich classic when Beth and I were kids. She's agreed to come out of retirement for me and perform it one more time. May I introduce, my mom, Debra." I hand mom the mic then realize that in my haste, I'm volunteering to accompany her on the piano, like I used to. After I sit down on the piano bench I have trouble getting comfortable. Mom walks over, holding the mic, and tells me to swing my legs over to the side. She bends down and pulls my stilettos off. Mom explains to the crowd, "She didn't wear high heels when she accompanied me back then. I wouldn't let her, to hard to work the pedals. Of course, I didn't let her wear girl clothes at all back then, but that is a different story. She turned out beautiful despite that. Love you Bianca." I don't dare cry, as bad as I wanted to. I play a few bars to warm up, then mom, leans against the piano and in a voice that has aged well, and now sounds lower and more sultry than I remember, starts singing the original German lyrics and the crowd breaks into applause. The next few minutes are now my favorite memory of my mother. The crowd is mesmerized, half dressed drag queens are standing on the edge of the stage, mouths agape. We had to do an encore. While the crowd is standing and cheering, mom spots Zoe pointing at a guy by the door holding several wig boxes. Mom announces, "Ladies and gentlemen and other genders, or whatever Bianca said, the wig has arrived! Make way for the wig." I couldn't remember 'Pomp and Circumstances' so I played 'Here Comes the Bride' which worked beautifully because everyone sang 'Here comes the wig'. Even 'Barbra' played along, coming on stage as if she was receiving a crown. Beth ran out and hugged mom, Donna came up and gave her a big kiss, which now seems perfectly normal to Beth and me. Fortunately both Zoe and Elena from her hostess station, recorded everything on their phones. We can't wait to show Anna and Elsie. Chapter 3: Fame With the arrival of the wig, and the drag show starting, mom, Donna, and I returned to our table. Well, Donna and I returned to our table, it took mom a lot longer because she was constantly stopped by people telling her how wonderful she was. When she finally reached us, she was glowing. I don't think she has ever had that much praise in her life. Donna whispered to me that we should hear mom sing Kurt Weil. That may be a bit too esoteric for most of our customers. But it's an idea, maybe bring mom back by popular demand for a light cabaret or jazz night. "That was fun! Can you believe that some people wanted my autograph? And then all those selfies they asked for! I wish I had worn a dress tonight, can't do Dietrich justice in jeans. Or maybe I should get a tux like in that movie where she kisses a woman. I could put that into my act and walk through the crowd kissing lesbians." Oh no, I've created a monster. Forget that idea about a cabaret night, we won't be able to afford her now. A few minutes later Beth comes by, and tells her, "now that is something you could show your ex-husband, bringing the house down in a LGBTQ bar. Dear old dad would have a heart attack." "You know, he's not worth the effort. I think I'd rather go celebrate somewhere quieter with Donna." mom says, winking at her girlfriend. "Thinking of my place or yours?" Donna asks seductively, "Oh definitely yours, it's much closer." mom purrs. "Do you want Bianca and me to go hide under the bar again?," Beth moans. Mom sighs and shakes her head and says to no one in particular, "why is it that when you get to a certain age, your children start acting like their your parents? Don't wait up for us." Mom takes Donna's hand, blows Beth and me a kiss and the two of them leave us sitting there bewildered. There is still a half bottle of wine on the table that we paid for, so Beth pours the rest out, raises her glass saying, "here's to mom, now that is something I thought I'd never ever say in my lifetime!" "To mom." Just then a very much more confident looking Stacey walks by on her way out, "Say, you're walking pretty sprightly in those heels, girl!l" I yell out. She stops and says, "thank you so much for ah, ah, rescuing me, yes that's the right word. I would have sat there afraid and alone if you hadn't made me get up and meet others. I had a blast talking about things I've never been able to talk about with anyone else. Even got several tips on walking in heels, been doing it wrong for years. Have not felt this good about myself since, ever." With the remaining drops of wine in our glasses, I raise mind and say, "here's to Stacey." Even though it's pretty late when I get home, Brandon has stayed up waiting for me to safely return. It's really nice being engaged to such a caring guy. "I see you had an exciting night," he says as soon as I close the door. "What are you talking about?" "You and Debra are going viral on YouTube. There are dozen of clips already posted. Looks like 'here comes the wig' is on its way to becoming a meme." I grab Brandon's phone and he's not kidding. It's probably a good thing that mom has no idea about social media. Hmmm, I wonder if my father does, wherever he is. "Are you interested in taking a meeting with our public relations department? I called Sarah and she asked if you'd like to stop by tomorrow and talk to her sister. She thinks you might start getting a lot of media attention, mostly good but maybe some bad, because of fucking trolls. Her sister could help you manage your fifteen minutes of fame. Well, she didn't exactly say it that way, I'm paraphrasing." Brandon's boss Sarah, started a publishing company with her sister Rebecca. Rebecca has been expanding the business into public relations, advertising, and marketing, mostly serving woman owned companies, which come to think of it, describes our bar. The unique thing is that Rebecca and her wife are both trans women. They've become an iconic power couple in the community. "I'll check with Beth in the morning, but I think this a good idea. Besides, I've been dying to meet Rebecca!" I answer, then pause for a couple of seconds, "so, are you interested in having sex with me while I'm still famous?" Brandon can't turn down a proposition like that and quickly guides me to our bedroom. Lucky for me, Brandon is a poor judge of time and we go at for far more than fifteen minutes. As we lay together, fully satisfied with our love making, I wonder if Donna knows she's fucking someone famous. After breakfast I try calling Beth but her phone keeps rolling to voice mail. Since she is notoriously bad at returning calls, I try Anna's phone instead. "Hi Bianca, bet you're trying to reach Beth, right. She's talking to Debra, trying to explain what's happening." "You mean mom's heard about YouTube?" I ask. "She does now after the local morning news showed a clip of you and her this morning." "The local news?" "Yes, you know, it's something they show on tv, that thing you play video games on." "My, aren't we snarky today," I observe. "Ok, sorry, Elsie keeps throwing her food on the floor because for some reason it amuses her to see me on my hands and knees cleaning up after her. I'll have Beth call you." About ten minutes later Beth calls, "Bianca, what are you going to do about all of this?" "Well, funny you should ask, but Brandon and I are already on it. We're meeting with Rebecca Andersen this afternoon to see if she can advise us. Want to come?" "You know, I'll let you handle it, believe it or not, I think I trust you. I know I trust Brandon." I've met some of Brandon's coworkers at parties, but never been to Brandon's work place. So I'm a little excited and nervous at the same time. I don't want to embarrass my fianc?! For some reason I've always pictured Brandon working in some modern high rise. So I'm surprised when pulls into an alley behind a turn of the century (turn of the last century that is) four story brick building and parks in a reserved space with his name on it. "You have your own space?" I ask, sounding really impressed. "Well, we only have about a hundred employees, so it's not a big deal." Still, I can only see about a dozen spots behind the building, so I'm going to be impressed if I want to be. After we go in through the back entrance, we walk around to the lobby in the front of the building, which is filled with flowers and kitschy antiques. "Hi Brandon, " the receptionist says, a little too friendly for my taste, "Rebecca is waiting for you in the conference room on two." She's also a little too cute if you ask me. We take the old fashioned steel cage elevator up to the second floor where there are women everywhere. Well, to me it seems like they are everywhere. I do finally see three or four males by the time we get to the conference room. And there were a couple of other employees that I couldn't tell. "Brandon, how many women work here? You know just curious." "Not sure, maybe around eighty percent now. Used to be almost a hundred percent when they started up. Why? You're not jealous are you?" "Me? No, not a jealous bone in my body." "Mmm hmm, so why did you just grab my elbow and start preening, sticking your boobs out and tossing you hair around?" Then he whispered in my ear, "you realize of course that half of them are checking you out and not me. Jerome, guy with the orange hair over there, he's the only one here that has a crush on me." Oops, I should be better reading a crowd, considering that I run a LGBTQ bar. Rebecca meets us at the conference room door and she is everything I've heard, stunning and smart. "Bianca, why haven't we met before and why aren't you already one of our prized clients? Please, sit, have some coffee or tea. Maybe entice you with a French pastry?" "Low calorie?" I ask, fingers crossed. "Only If we split one, I won't tell Brandon if you don't tell my wife," she laughs. "Well, first of all, let me say that your mother and you are just adorable. I'm sorry Kristen, my wife, and I missed your performance. We're not quite regulars, but the 101 Cafe is one of our staff's favorite happy hour destinations, so we've been here quite often." "Next time you're there, please ask your server to let me or my sister know," I tell her. Rebecca has an agenda prepared and she dives right in on her first item. I'm overwhelmed when she finishes. Her staff had analyzed the potential impact of the videos on our business, the marketing possibilities, security concerns, and more. It looks like the national media didn't pick up the local news feature so we are unlikely to attract right wing bigots protesting our existence. On the other hand, it seems doubtful I'll be invited to appear on Rachel Maddow. Rats! She did expect "an up tick in business over the short term." Beth is going to kick herself for not coming, she would love all this business talk. Glad Brandon is taking notes. "You should capitalize on this by drawing more people to your web site and to upgrade your social media presence," Rebecca states matter of factly. I look at Brandon and he is nodding in agreement so I nod too (I didn't know we had any social media presence, I hope a Beth does). So that took us took us to her next item, making me a prized client. I think I'm now way in over my head. I look at Brandon for help. Rebecca sees the worried look on my face and laughs a little. Is it appropriate to laugh at a prized client? "Bianca, trust me, I'm about to make you look like a shrewd negotiator," she says, and Brandon gives me a wink. "So, according to what we found, you just continued using the same services vendor that the previous owner hired," she looks at me, and I shrug my shoulders because I don't know. "I'll assume from your response that you don't know what your are paying," I interrupt and say that I am positive that Beth knows, then Brandon interrupts me saying that yes she does because he just texted her and got the amount. Damn, I should have thought of that. Brandon shows Rebecca who shakes her head and says, "that's ridiculous, that's even higher than my estimate! Our fees will be lower even without the family discount I'm offering." "We have a family discount?" Brandon asks. "As of today. Let's see, you are engaged to Bianca, Bianca's sister is married to Anna Myers, Anna is our most famous client. Congratulations, you qualify for the family discount." With that she slides a folder with detailed proposals for me to take to Beth and our attorney (I hope we have one of those too, maybe that guy we used when we bought the bar). "Now, I've two other items I'd like to ask you about. When I looked at some of the video clips, I recognized your mother's girlfriend, Donna. Donna and I have been on a few fund raising committees for the local opera company. Would you be open to having a fund raiser hosted by Donna and me? Always looking for ways to reach out to new audiences." "Sure, absolutely!" I don't know a thing about the opera, but maybe that's another thing I might inherit from mom. "While I'm thinking of it, you might find it amusing, but several of the video captions identify you mother as transgender and not you. We can't figure out why." "Lastly, do you have two trans girls, on your staff? I'm asking because one of my tech people who looked at the videos thought he recognized two girls that have a YouTube channel that gives advice to trans girls." "You mean Zoe and Elena?" I asked, surprised at the question. "Yes," Rebecca confirmed, here, give my a second while I find their site, got the URL here somewhere. Rebecca turns her laptop around and there are Zoe and Elena sitting on the Murphy bed in their new apartment in the cellar of the bar. "That's my girls alright. They were homeless after being rejected by their parents. A few friends and myself have been helping them finish their education and get back on their feet." "She's being modest," Brandon says, "the girls call her mom." "They do, and I am glad they do, but Zoe and Elena are eighteen and adults. And I am really proud of them," I have to wipe away a couple of tears. Rebecca continues, "well, I hear their channel is popular and from what I personally saw, they give very thoughtful advice. If I had to guess from what I just heard, I'd say they are paying it forward. I am wondering if they would be interested writing a book targeted at teens and younger about being transgendered. I would have loved having something like that when I was young even though I had a really supportive sister in Sarah." "Me too, absolutely. I might not have treated Anna so badly," I said. "I'll certainly ask them, even encourage them. Thank you so much." Brandon has work to do, so he hands me the car keys and gives me a kiss. He'll get a ride home from Jerome, he lives close to us. I've never worried before when he got a lift home. Now maybe I better keep my eye on Jerome. If I find one curly orange hair on my man, I'll scratch Jerome's eyes out Chapter 4: Pearls and other Assets The next few months are uneventful. Well, there were events like Elsie saying her first words (thankfully none of them were the f-word), Elsie took her first steps, Anna's next book was published, Brandon got a raise (and I got a pearl necklace, that I'll him about when the time is right), and then there was the fund raiser with an unexpected outcome. Maybe I should explain that last one. Our redesigned web site, Facebook, and Instagram accounts were bringing in new customers, especially on non-weekend nights when we now have special evenings featuring local talent, and even Elena's idea of an alcohol free night for LGBTQ youth. Our new media sites have cool clips like the one of mom singing and other recent performers. Last Wednesday we hosted the opera fundraiser. Unfortunately the combination of our new web site and opera (explanation coming) brought an unwanted visitor. Mother of all people came up with the theme for the fund raiser. Because they are trying to attract younger fans, they wanted a clever theme that would appeal to LGBTQ people. They liked her idea, "Come as your favorite soprano who dies at the end," as something weirdly appropriate for our venue. Not having any idea what mom had in mind, Beth and I decided we would instead dress very classy as the hosts. In my attempts to make sure I was not copying my sister's look, I had gone a bit overboard with my hair considering I was now in my late twenties. So I decided it was time to get rid of my long platinum hair with purple streaks. On the evening of the fund raiser I arrived with my newly styled black hair, cut to just above my shoulders, straight and gently framing my face. I wore a sleeveless black satin top and a flared black and red skirt. I even wore sheer stockings with red kitten heels. But most importantly I wore the my pearl necklace. And, because I forgot to reorder my contact lenses, my black rimmed glasses. When I walked into the bar my first thought was to scream. There were blood splattered people everywhere. Fucking right wing terrorists have attacked my bar, my people! But why are the blood splattered people standing around drinking champagne? Zoe walks up to me and says, "welcome to the city opera fund raiser, name tags are available on the table..." "What the fuck are you talking about Zoe?" "Oh my god Bianca, you look so beautiful, I didn't recognize you," she said. I'm giving her a bit of a dirty look. "I mean, more beautiful than you usually do." "Thank you, I think. What's up with all these people in bloody white dresses?" "Apparently there is some opera where the soprano kills her husband on her wedding night and goes mad." "Really? Hmmm maybe Brandon and I need to make a donation. This opera sounds like a violent video game we play." "So everything going good then?" I ask. "We may have one problem. There's a guy that arrived early and sat down alone at a corner table. He's on his third drink so I'm going to cut him off, but he's asking inappropriate and offensive questions. I wasn't going to have Justin through him out until I was certain he wasn't some big important donor something." Zoe explained. "I don't care who the fuck he is. If he's being offensive, I'll throw him out! Tell me what he asked" "Ok, he's been pointing at women and mumbling 'is she a guy, I'm looking for the one used be a guy', so far he hasn't said it loud enough for anyone to hear but me. "Ok, I'll find Rebecca or Donna and make sure he isn't a drunk bigwig, though I can't imagine they would tolerate someone like that. Then I'm throwing the asshole out of my bar. Show me where he is." We walked to the back of the main room and Zoe pointed to an overweight man with cropped gray hair, around sixty. My stomach dropped, then I felt flushed. I turned to Zoe and asked if Beth was here yet. "No, she called and said to tell you she and Anna were going to be late. Anna's mom is sick so they are going to bring Elsie, Elena is going to take care of her in our place." "What about my mother, is she here? Wait, no, Beth and Anna are picking her up." "Ok," I tell Zoe, "that's not a bigwig. Ask Justin to standby, I'll signal if I need him." "Why not just have Justin through him out?" "Because I know who that is." While I'm standing there with Zoe, he lifts his empty glass trying to get Zoe's attention. He doesn't seem to recognize the person he's been asking for. "Hey, I need another drink," he says as I approach his table. "I'm sorry sir but you've had three drinks in less than an hour, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you off." "Who are you?" he asks me. "I'm the manager this evening. You've also been rude to my staff by asking about our customers' sexual and gender preferences. Also, this is a special event for the city opera, not our usual crowd, I doubt you'll find anyone here interested in whatever you're looking for." "I know what this is, I have season tickets. I looked up this place on the invite. I know who owns it. I want to see your bosses. I want them to tell me where my wife is!" "Why would they know where you wife is? I'm sorry unless you give me more information I am not about to bother either one of them with a rude drunk." "I'm sorry, you seem like a nice woman and I know you're just doing your job, I respect that. Please sit down." I have no idea where this is going, but I'm curious to find out so I sit down, "ok, I'm listening, go ahead, convince me." "I saw a video of my wife singing on this place's web site and she was with our son wearing, not sure what, I only saw his back and blond hair. I know he and his sister own this place." I interrupt, pointing out, "two sisters own this bar, not..." "Ok, I know, he's not a guy anymore, I don't mean to offend..." "You are, but besides that, I've met Debra and I know she told me she's been divorced for years." "Yes yes, but I still think of her as my wife, I want her back." I have to be dreaming this! "Wait, I know she told me that her husband dumped her for a trophy wife!" "Yeh, well she ran out on me," he's starting to slur his words a bit more, probably was drinking before he came here, "should have had a prenup, she's trying to sue me for everything I have. But I hid assets in Debra's name, I got her, ha." "Well, I don't think Debra is going to be interested, she's usually here with her girlfriend, as in lesbian girlfriend. "Well fuck the bitch then. Shhh, don't tell her about that asset thing. She's too old too. Not young and pretty like you. You know I could help get you something better than a gay bar manager, or are you gay too?" "No, I'm straight, not that it matters," I hold up my ring, "engaged to a successful publisher." "Too bad, you're my type, tall, dark hair. Well, shit, anyway, if you change your mind, I'm Mark Skyler, here's my card, honey." I wave to Justin, "Well, Mark, you've convinced me not to let you see Beth." Justin joins me and says, "yes Bianca?" "Oh, and by the way, I'm Bianca Skyler, and you are not going to see me either, ever again!" "Justin, escort this guy out my bar, put him in a cab, and make sure he never gets in here again!" As Justin pushes my father towards the door, and I see the horrified look on his face, I stop the voice recording on my phone, and walk away. Zoe meets me half way and I ask her, "you didn't by any chance video any of that?" "Of course I did just in case he got out of hand." "That's my girl, I love you Zoe." "Love you too, mom." When Beth, Anna, and mom arrived, I greeted them with overly exuberant hugs. After getting over the shock of my new sophisticated look, they wondered why I seemed to be bouncing of the walls. I didn't want to ruin their evening since it was obvious they went through a lot of effort to dress for the evening, so I'll save my news for after. Beth looks absolutely lovely in a long red evening gown with her hair up. Mom and Anna are in period costumes, but I don't know who they're supposed to be. At least neither of them are blood soaked. Anna makes some comment about keeping her head, so I'm guessing Anne Boleyn. Mom is just going to have to tell me later because I just spot my Brandon coming through the door. Wonder how long it'll take him to recognize me. Not long. "Wow, I love your hair! And your dress is beautiful." So it's not a dress, it's a skirt and top, but I'm giving him a pass. "What do you think of my accessories?" I have my finger caressing my pearls. "Is that new?" Ok, I doubt that Brandon has ever inventoried my jewelry box. "Mmm hmm, do you like it?," I ask, then tell him, "there is only one right answer." "They suit you beautifully. You should wear pearls more often, a lot more often to get our money's worth." "You rat, you knew already, didn't you?" "Bianca, my love, you forget that we share all the household tasks, so when I do the laundry, I do fold and put your panties in your dresser drawer. Not a good place to hide a necklace." "Then to ensure we get our money's worth, guess I'll just have to wear my pearls to bed tonight, and nothing else." I whisper in his ear. "I wouldn't want you to get chilled. Why don't you wear those adorable red shoes too," he whispers back, "and the stockings." "I can do that," giving him a quick kiss. Can't have too much PDA, after all I am the boss. The fund raiser was quite the success, even without Mark's possible donation (which I doubt he could make given his current financial mess). While the staff finishes cleaning up, I asked my extended little family to join me in one of the private party rooms where Elena and Elsie are waiting. I'm pretty sure most of them think I'm going to announce our wedding date at some exotic location (I would if Brandon and I could agree on one, he wants some Greek isle, I prefer something a lot less extravagant, like Disneyland). After I reveal my encounter with dear old dad, everyone, except for Zoe of course, is in a state of shock. Then mom summed it up, "he was always a miserable human being, now he's a fat miserable pervert who hits on his own daughter, and failing to recognize you is not an excuse because your eyes still twinkle like they did when you were a baby." Then Brandon and Beth hit on the most important thing, the assets hidden in mom's name. "Debra," Brandon asks, "what do you remember about the divorce settlement? How were the joint assets divided?" "Well, it was just after the big recession and his business was in terrible shape. His accountant showed it was hardly worth anything. I settled for a couple hundred thousand and the house." "Any retirement investments?" Beth asked. "He said everything was liquidated to cover his debts." "I'm betting he put a lot of that in your name to hide them from his creditors. Do you remember what you had?" Beth asked. "Just the usual kind of stocks like Apple, Facebook, Amazon, some bonds I guess, why?" Mom asks. We're all looking back and forth at each other before Elena finally says the obvious, "wow, I think you may be a very rich woman Debra!" "I'll bet he's been pocketing all of dividends. We need to hire you an attorney and a tax account first thing tomorrow." Beth says. "Donna's an attorney," mom says, "can she help?" mom asks. "Deb, I haven't practiced in years, and I just did family law. You need a high powered lawyer." "What about your brother, isn't he a partner in a big New York firm?" mom says, "he might give us a family rate." I shouldn't be thinking this right now, but maybe mom will give us that Greek isle wedding. Chapter 5: Plans Mom is not giving us a Greek isle wedding. Oh, she can afford to now, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't want exotic, I wanted traditional. Just Brandon and I sharing our vows in front of our friends and family. A Mediterranean sunset cannot cannot compete with the smiles of people who love you. I realized this a couple of days ago, when Beth and I were having coffee. She remembered how we used to play bride and groom and fight over who got to be the bride. She remembered how she always gave in because I would cry, saying it wasn't fair that she would get to be a bride when she grew up and I couldn't. Then Beth said "you deserve to be a bride, with all the silly trappings, the bridesmaids, the impractical wedding presents, all of it. Besides, mom didn't get see Anna and me get married. I think she's earned a chance to be a mother of the bride." When I told Brandon he looked relieved. His parents have been pressuring him to have a local wedding so all of their family and friends can attend. "So we're agreed," I said, "a big old traditional joining of a man and a transgender woman." "Bianca, I know you're being cute, but I never put a qualifier on you other than beautiful." "What about, smart, funny, caring, quirky, ..." I protest. "Ok, those too and many more," he laughs, "now all we have to do is set a date. Think six months from today gives you and Debra enough time?" "It'll be tight, but let's go for it." "Now for the hardest question, when do you want to meet my parents, before or after your surgery next month?" That is a hard question. The evening I ran into my father, I had promised Brandon a great night of sex wearing just my pearls, stockings, and heels. Unfortunately that night I was hit hard with dysphoria. Maybe it was the stress of seeing my father and hearing him refer to his son, but I had a bad night. Bad enough that in the morning, Brandon handed me the folder I keep with information on gender confirmation surgery and said, "it's time," and it was. Brandon grew up here and most of his family still lives here, except his parents. They are currently professors, teaching at a college twelve hundred miles from here. So I haven't met them yet. Brandon is not a fan of sharing personal information and photos on social media. He hasn't even sent his parents pictures of us because he thinks first impressions should be made in person. In a way I want to wait until after surgery, but they should meet the woman marrying their son sooner than later. His parents sound, let's say interesting. Brandon says they are very progressive, very much social liberals. Even though Brandon had never dated anything other than cis women, when he told them he was engaged to a trans woman, they didn't skip a beat, immediately saying, "congratulations dear, we're so happy for you." Brandon said he wasn't surprised, they're non judgemental. I hope that's true. Sometimes even the most enlightened person can become closed-minded when it comes to their own child. So with me listening in, Brandon called his parents, Martin and Laura, to see if they were interested meeting their future daughter-in-law. We offered to fly out to see them, but they insisted on coming here this weekend, by train. I didn't even know we had a train depot here. The other thing I didn't know was that Brandon had called them on FaceTime. I thought we were just on speakerphone. I was multitasking, texting Beth and listening at the same time. I'm afraid now that Martin and Laura just got glimpses of me wearing one of Brandon's old shirts and a baseball cap. Not a great first impression. Friday evening, Brandon picked up his parents at the train depot (I looked it up on Google so I know where it is now, just in case we want to take the train somewhere for a romantic getaway). I needed to be at the bar for a couple of hours and planned to meet everyone later at home. But Martin and Laura insisted on going directly to the bar and meet me right away. I'm standing at the far end of the bar rail talking to one of our food vendors when Brandon and his parents arrive. Brandon points in my direction and they start walking towards me. I am getting ready to greet them when they stop just short and greet the woman seated at the end of the rail next to me. A very confused Stacey is hugged and told "welcome to the family." The look on Brandon's face was precious, half embarrassed, half amused, and half bewildered. Yes I know, the math doesn't add up, but neither did the situation. Stacey looks very nice, her makeup and wig have really improved since she started coming here. But come on now, I've been on hormones for a decade. I have real boobs! "Mom! Dad! No, this is Bianca!" Brandon yells while wrapping his arm around my waist. His parents' expressions were part embarrassment and part relief. I quickly realized that Martin and Laura were prepared to accept me regardless of what I looked like. I'll be able to easily fix their erroneous preconceptions. Wait until they meet Anna, my girls, and some of my other trans sisters. After I get my belated hugs and welcome, I invited them to a table I've reserved with a very nice bottle of pinot noir waiting (Martin and Laura's favorite I've been told). After their little faux pas, I can tell Martin and Laura want to say something nice about me but are afraid too. Afraid to say that I look like a real woman and accidentally imply I'm not one. Brandon to the rescue, "it's ok mom and dad, you can tell her she's beautiful, she loves hearing it." Ewww, close, but a miss, now I sound vain. "But what I love about Bianca is her intelligence, her kindness, her sense of humor. She's funny, quirky, and cute as hell. All together, I am in love with Bianca." He shoots, he scores! With that little awareness out of the way, we really hit it off. It was easy to see where Brandon gets his romantic hero mode. Martin and Laura are active in so many causes it's inspiring. They knew more about legislation affecting the LGBTQ community than most of my customers and sadly me too. After two hours of conversation and three bottles of wine (good thing our place is only a one mile walk from the bar), Laura felt comfortable enough to ask if she could help with my recovery after surgery. Between mom, Beth, Anna, Anna's mom, Donna, and now Laura, I'm going to be well looked after. Chapter 6: Consummation I wasn't anxious about the surgery, just the recovery. After all, I was out cold during the surgery. I was more concerned about being in pain afterwards. According to Brandon, I was not the diva he expected me to be. Since I've been known to have an emotional breakdown over a blister while wearing brand new high heels, he had a right to be concerned. What helped me recover was mom's presence. Not that she's a great nurse or anything. It was that she figured I was a captive audience and this was the perfect opportunity to pour through endless bride magazines, discuss the pros and cons of every venue within thirty miles, and go through huge lists of people to invite (for every person I scratched from the list because I had no idea who they were, she would add two more). My mind was so numb I would have welcomed some distracting pain. However, she did make a humorous observation that I made a part of Brandon and my marriage. She remembered the doctor saying I could have intercourse in about three months, so plenty of time before the wedding. Then she remarked, "so if you wait until your wedding night, you'll be a virgin, strictly speaking." What a wonderful, old fashioned idea. Brandon thinks it's the most romantic gift I could give him. The wedding itself was magical, but then aren't all weddings? Beth, Anna, Zoe, and Elena were bridesmaids. Three of them would never have dreamed they would one day have that experience. Of course having four lesbians presented an interesting situation for the groomsmen. But they all had fun with it. The most emotional moment for me was walking down the aisle and seeing Brandon. What made it extra special was that Martin accepted my request to escort me and give the bride away. Brandon is an only child, and his dad was really touched to be asked. When Brandon and I were pronounced "husband and wife" I was on the verge of crying uncontrollably. But as my husband lifted my veil, I saw him crying uncontrollably. It was so sweet, my romantic hero needed a little rescuing. I took the edge of my veil and dabbed his eyes. He gave me a little grin and I immediately jumped into his arms and kissed him. I think we went at it longer than we were supposed to when amid laughter and cheering, Beth came over and playfully swatted us with her bouquet. As we got ready to leave the reception, mom handed us card telling us our wedding suite had been upgraded to the penthouse (courtesy of her and Donna). When we went outside, someone had put a sticker on Brandon's, I mean our car, "Just Married, Caution Virgin Onboard." "I'll take care of that," Brandon said loud enough for everyone to hear. At the hotel, Brandon insisted on carrying me over the threshold. Of my husband's many attributes, great physical strength is not one of them. Nonetheless, if he's game, then so am I. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifted my right leg so he could grab it, then hopped so he could grab my other leg. Actually I was quite comfortable. Brandon smiled and said, "wow, you feel really light, how much weight did you lose on your wedding dress diet?" "Only four or five. Must be your gym workouts." "Well I have been doing more weight training." "That must be it. Suppose we should open the door and go in?" "Good idea, can you reach the handle? I can get the key card inserted, but Brandon needs to bend down for me to open the door. But he has me firmly in his arms and I feel very safe. The door swings open and my husband carries me across. I have become a fan of this old ritual. A few minutes later our luggage and a bottle of champagne arrive. We decide to save the champagne for later. I hurriedly opened my suitcase and retrieved the special lingerie I bought. "Give me a few minutes." I went to bathroom, closed the door, and undressed. I looked at my naked body for almost a minute before accepting that this was really me. I took the sheer white peignoir from its box and held it up, admiring the lace trim before slipping it on. I then took the matching panties and pulled them up over my legs. I paused a moment, taking one more look, before covering my pussy. Brandon, my husband, was waiting for me in one of the hotel robes. "Bianca, you look amazing" He kissed me gently on the lips, then guided me to the bed. "Brandon, I'm actually nervous. All the times we've had sex, and for the first time I don't know what to do. "Hmmm, then it's a good thing I do," he smiled and then kissed me. Suddenly I was aware that in his arms, I was no longer nervous. I felt a tingling between my legs and a desire to be touched. Brandon slowly slipped his hand into my panties as he has done so often before, but this time I felt his hand cup my pussy for the first time and then gently massage my clit. The foreplay was intense. I had taken his cock into my mouth and knew how hard he was. At any time now he would penetrate me. Enter my vagina for the first time. I couldn't wait any longer and begged him to fuck me. My husband smiled and kissed me as I felt him slowly push himself into me. The feeling I experienced was everything I could ever hope for. Intense pressure and pleasure as he began to thrust in and out. I furiously rubbed my clit and began to feel spasms throughout my body. 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I met him in Sweet Temptations. I didn't know where my friend was. She ditched me and left me drinking strawberry tequila. I was watching others dance then head to the sex rooms. I was curious as to what happened back there. I noticed him staring at me from across the room and he blushed and looked away when he realized he'd been caught. I walked over and introduced myself. "Hi. I'm Bianca. What's your name?" "I-I-I'm Diamico. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. Would you like to dance?" "Sure."...

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JanTakes Charge

Jan Takes ChargeBy MasterIncThis story is pure fiction and is not based on any persons I know or have known.  It comes entirely from a fantasy world.Chapter One:  Introduction to JanJan Oaks is a beautiful redhead with a stunning figure and classic good looks.  She also has those deep green eyes that many true red heads have.  She is a junior in one of the state universities and the president of an underground sorority on campus.  This sorority is by invited membership only and does not...

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Bianca and the AmnesiacChapter 3

MARCO LUCCHESE SLIPPED THE ringing cell phone from his grey silk suit pocket. "Scusi," he said softly, turning away from the small group of guests mingling in the expansive living room. He answered the call with a brusque, "Pronto." A dark cloud passed over his face. He smiled an apology to his guests and stepped out of the living room. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice lacking all civility, the smile vanishing to be replaced by hardness. "We found them in Cordoba, just as you...

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Flirting Can be Hazardous to your Health Chapter 2 Sandy Takes Charge

This is the second part of Sandy, Kristy and Ken's story of flirting, jealousy and revenge. In this chapter the transformations that Ken and Kristy underwent in chapter 1 take root in the changelings minds affecting mannerisms, desires and instincts. Also, unknown to Sandy the talisman had further reaching affects on Ken and Kristy. The most obvious is the ten-fold increase in their already substantial libidos. Less obvious is the size of Kristy's new penis. Ken's penis was large,...

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Jane Takes Charge

This is Chapter 2 of New Rules at the Condominium Jane and John had suffered being disciplined by the dominatrix Miss D in front of the condominium’s Chair and Deputy. John was realising a long held dream although his wife, Jane, was unaware of that. Jane on the other hand wanted to find out what it would be like to discipline her husband, a real alpha male. This continues their journey in to the world of discipline ….. It was quite by chance that Jane met Miss D a few days later. Jane was with...

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Jane Takes Charge

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MindControl Panties Story 14 Slut Takes Charge

Story Fourteen: Slut Takes Charge By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The figure stepped out of the mist and opened the front door of the house. For once, it wasn't entering a public place. Even the house party it had visited a few panties ago had been open to all. So many youths had flooded in and out of that house, anyone could have entered unnoticed. But at this residence, anyone who didn't belong would stand out. Even the figure. The...

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Mitzi Takes Charge

One night when Mitzi and I were fucking when she said that she REALLY needed to go pee. I laughed and told her that THAT would just have to wait, it was getting really good and I was NOT about to stop now. I kept fucking her hard and she kept screaming and squirming and telling how bad she had to pee. I told her HELL NO, Hold it! Well, the sadist in me came out a little and I intentionally fucked her as long and as hard as I could. I seemed to be lasting even longer than usual. I think the way...

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Conchita takes charge

Conchita takes charge Chapter 1 I'm so used to this body now, and my new place in life. I wake at 5am, shower and wash my long dark hair. I slip into my short blue uniform and a pair of modest dark tights and flat black shoes. Then long before the master awakes I have begun the daily clean. My routine is so well established now that I drift through it all on auto- pilot - scrub the kitchen floor, clean the oven and fridge, dust the main living room. It always brings me pleasure...

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Incestuous Mind Control Explodes Chapter 1 Mother Takes Charge

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Two: Mother Takes Charge By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Deidre Icke, the president of the Institute of Apotheosis, shook her head as she stared at the camera feed of her two eighteen-year-old children each lying unconscious in separate storage rooms, locked inside and kept away from the others in the Institute. It was all falling apart. Guilt pressed down on her. Dr. Blavatsky...

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Lesbian Mind Control Incest Chapter 1 Mommy Takes Charge

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Wendy Takes Charge

The cell door opened and I looked up to see a Hispanic looking man being ushered into the holding cell. The cell door clanked behind him and he took a seat on the bench along the opposite wall. We eyed each other for a bit and then he said: "Hey man, what you in for?" "Beating the shit out of a cop. You?" "Back child support. No shit? You stomped a cop?" "Afraid so." "Wow man, that's heavy shit. Why ain't you all busted up and bruised? Cops don't like it when one of them gets...

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Robin and Jimmy Olsen Part 5 Jimmy gets fired Jamie takes charge

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The Lady in BlueChapter 9 Lisa takes charge

Lisa's point of view Surprisingly, to me, the politician refused to leave until Ted was looked after. He pulled off his jacket and firmly took charge. "I was a combat medic in the army years ago. I haven't forgotten everything. Hmmmm." He moved Ted's hair and examined his head. Then, he wiped his hands on his shirt and opened Ted's eyes one at a time, giving each eye a quick look. "Good news, it doesn't look bad. It looks like the bullet glanced off and didn't penetrate." I...

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Biancas Assistant Part II

Author's Note: I want to say thanks to everyone who left such great reviews on the first chapter! It's incredible to get that much feedback on a first submission. There's a lot of build-up with this entry, hopefully the payoff is worth it. You should go back and read Part I if you haven't yet. Thanks for reading, comments are always appreciated! Bianca's Assistant by Charlene B. II. Justin and his mother pulled up to the familiar driveway of the Sinclair house. She leaned...

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Donna Takes Charge

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Alice Takes Charge

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Tiffani Takes Charge

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Mindcontrol Panties 14 Slut Takes Charge

The figure stepped out of the mist and opened the front door of the house. For once, it wasn’t entering a public place. Even the house party it had visited a few panties ago had been open to all. So many youths had flooded in and out of that house, anyone could have entered unnoticed. But at this residence, anyone who didn’t belong would stand out. Even the figure. The unremarkable, boring, plain figure would be obvious. However, this was the perfect place to plant its newest pair of...

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Fluffy Duffy the Devonshire AffairChapter 7 Fluffy Takes Charge

A popular weather-man's definition of an English summer is three fine days and a thunderstorm. The thunderstorm had come at three in the morning, waking Fluffy after she had tossed and turned restlessly for what seemed like hours, trying to keep to her side of the bed and not to roll into the middle. Now, Fluffy sat up in bed, feeling sticky, stinky and sore. It was daylight outside, and her Ray of sunshine was on his back, snoring gently. She had worn him out. There was a feather sticking...

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Biancas Assistant Part III

Justin awoke with a start, orange curls matted to his forehead. His body was shivering, though it was the dead of summer. She was laughing. He could still hear her laughing. His eyes darted to the clock. 3:52 AM. A few hours to go still... Justin's chest slowed and he sunk back into his sheets. Fuck. This was the third time tonight she had dropped into his dreamscape uninvited. This time he was in a cage, crouched and cowering like an animal. A crowd of people surrounded the...

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Incestuous Mind Control ExplodesChapter 2 Mother Takes Charge

Deidre Icke, the president of the Institute of Apotheosis, shook her head as she stared at the camera feed of her two sixteen-year-old children each lying unconscious in separate storage rooms, locked inside and kept away from the others in the Institute. It was all falling apart. Guilt pressed down on her. Dr. Blavatsky entrusted his dream to her, leaving the Institute in her hands. She was charged with guiding the cult to finishing the creation of the Halos, locating the twelve new Gods,...

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Randi Takes Charge

She wondered what it would be like to French-kiss him, and stared blankly ahead at her wall with her lips slightly parted while imagining their lips locked in a moment of heat; their wet tongues mingling with teen passion. Her thoughts kept going back to the feel of his body against hers, and she imagined Michael without his shirt. She hadn't really seen him much outside of school, much less without his shirt, so she had to imagine what he was like underneath the fabric. In her...

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Ted Takes Charge

Chapter 1 Ted was an officer at the New Orleans police department. He had served for 2 years, and so he was considered a veteran instead of a rookie. After graduating high school, he had entered the academy ASAP. He already knew what he wanted to do with his life, because he had seen the cops rescue his mom from his abusive dad, who was trying to kill her and her unborn baby with his bare hands. Ted had called the cops at just 4 years old, and this act had saved his mother's and sister's...

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Ted Takes Charge

Note : This story is completely fictional! Ted was an officer at the New Orleans police department. He had served for 2 years, and so he was considered a veteran instead of a rookie. After graduating high school, he had entered the academy ASAP. He already knew what he wanted to do with his life, because he had seen the cops rescue his mom from his abusive dad, who was trying to kill her and her unborn baby with his bare hands. Ted had called the cops at just 4 years old, and this act had saved...

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Charlotte Takes Charge

“Mum, I don’t need Nellie to check up on me,” Daniel bleated.Maggie looked steadfastly at her sixteen-year-old step-son. “Yes, you do. Your sister will phone daily and pop-in a few times a week just to check you are Ok.” After a moment she added firmly, “And that the house is Ok. Understood?”Maggie was actually Daniel’s step-sister and both had been adopted when under a year-old, but the whole family ignored that fact and saw themselves as mum, son, and daughter.Daniel said a reluctant, “OK,...

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Wife takes charge

At first my wife was just your average pretty house wife. Five foot four one hundred pound blonde. Her blue eyes are very seductive and her legs never failed to attract attention from every guy around. My friends constantly asked how I scored such a hottie. I have no idea why she picked me to marry. I'm six one two hundred and twenty pounds but my penis is only four inches long when it's rock hard. I have a kinky side and over time I've been able to teach my once innocent wife some kinky stuff....

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Wife Takes Charge

Sex has always been high on our list of priorities, this story is a true version of one of our sexy sessions. My wife and I are in our fifties but we see no reason to stop experimenting with sex. Jac asked me out of the blue one evening what I thought about being dominated by her during our sex games; I am willing to try anything I replied.A little while later she called me over to the computer to show me a sex toy site she had found. She had compiled a list of products, she asked me if we...

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Getting a Charge

Pale blue eyes coolly surveyed the crowds of people that crossed the Pavilion in a spat of free time before the next Shift. Black-gloved fingers twitched inside her pocket as the Conduit watched the milling throng, placing dark grey digits against the edge of her holo-goggles. “Conduit K to Base.” Her voice was unemotional as she watched a rowdy group of men and women in varying shades of blue and green cavorting fifteen yards from her current position. “Base to Conduit K. Situation?” The voice...

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Biancas Assistant Part I

The CEO's new assistant took a deep breath as he approached his boss's office. A stylized logo, featuring a snake in the shape of the letter S and some slender whiskered creature in the form an M, was emblazoned on the glass door window. It's almost over, he told himself. Just a few more minutes of this and then the weekend will be here and you can start the next week anew. Let's get this done, Justin. He adjusted himself and checked for any loose buttons or tears in his office...

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In Charge

Their parents went away on business almost every weekend, Liz was always left in charge, and Sammy always rebelled against her, it made her hate being ‘in charge’ because the title promised power, but never delivered because her sister was a whiny little bitch. ‘This time will be different,’ Liz thought, ‘this time; I’m going to assert my authority.’ An evil grin crept across her face and she felt a slight tingling in her groin as she made plans to be sure that Sammy obeyed. Sammy zoned out on...

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Hidden VideoChapter 8 Missy Takes Charge

After a few minutes, Cris caught his breath. He reached down and slipped the elastic of his shorts back out, covering up his softening member. Missy stood up and took both Cris and Michelle by the hand, pulling them up. “Come on. Let’s go up to my room. I’m not done yet.” She smiled as she lead them toward the stairs and up to her bedroom. She stopped next to the bed and turned, pulling Cris down for a kiss. He could taste the faint saltiness that lingered on her lips from sucking and...

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Olivia In Charge

Jenny and Olivia lived next door to each other and, even with the age difference, got on well.It was unusual given that Jenny was fifty-eight-years-old and Olivia was seventeen-years-old. However, Jenny enjoyed the friendship of the teenager, and Olivia loved being around a grandma figure. So, as time went on, Olivia would often knock on Jenny’s door with a cake or biscuits she had cooked herself and they sat in the kitchen and chatted about what they had been doing, just like friends...

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Jaden In Charge

Jaden looked at the three bare bottoms facing her, as her two sisters and step-mum had their noses pressed against the wall with their hands on their heads and were fully naked as they spent time on their naughty spots thinking about why they were going to be spanked.The three bottoms belonged to Jaden’s step-mum, Valentine, and her two sisters, twenty-three-year-old Velvet, and twenty-year-old Alexis. Jaden smiled as she looked at each of the three bare bottoms which she was going to turn red...

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Taking Charge

It was Tuesday afternoon. My husband worked late every Tuesday but I got off early and that gave me some free time. Actually, it wasn't really free time.   Let me back up and explain the situation. I'm Sadie and I’ve been married to Dan for sixteen years. I will add that some of those have been long years. Our marriage had been fun, sexy, and exciting - until Dan became boring, very lazy and - how should I put it? - hmm, sissified. I have no idea where the man in him went.  In time, I was doing...

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Tonight Im In Charge

Steph walks into the candlelit bedroom. She is wearing a black corset with a pair of black crotchless panties. She sees her lover Tim standing there before her.Usually Tim is the one in charge of their sexual interludes. But tonight, she's the one who has all the power.Tim is 6'1 with black hair, brown eyes, and a 10-½ inch dick. She thinks he looks so deliciously handsome in his black leather boxers.Steph is 5'8 with brown hair, brown eyes, 40B breasts, and an amazingly tight pussy.She walks...

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