Anxieties
By Lorraine B.
© 2006 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
Why in the hell did I ever take this job? Was it the money?
Was it the potential of promotion? Was it the travel? Was it being my own boss?
Was it all the benefits thrown at my feet? Was it in fact my own greed? Nope, I
had those loans to repay. This was my second job in five years since graduating
college. I was pathetically and depressively unhappy being that I missed my
family and friends after moving so far away from them all, I kept in touch but
I really did miss them. Mom and dad were always there for their three children,
my brother the oldest, my sister and me as the youngest. These thoughts rumbled
in my head as I drove down the road to my next destination and a brief
vacation. There was something missing, but what was it?
Was it being not married? Shit no, I had relationships with
the opposite sex, which proved to be calamitous from the onset of puberty, not
for girls but for everyone concerned. Was it Children? No, I don't know, maybe
it was not having kids around to torment me of course there was always my
brother and sister’s kids to drive me happily insane.
Entering the city, seeing the Holliday Suites I was to call
home for the next few weeks but the next fourteen days were mine to relax and
enjoy. I pulled into the parking lot and parked, removing my luggage with the
assistance of an employee. Checking in at the Front Desk, the bellman and I
went directly to my suite that I would occupy. On entering the suite of rooms I
sighed deeply not for the sterile furnishings but of the loneliness I would
endure. I knew I should have gone home, why was I staying here?
Quickly I disrobed from the androgynous clothing I wore
after the bellman had left. Looking disgustedly at the sports bra I wore and my
permned hair tied in back of my head into a ponytail I asked myself why life
was so cruel. Ever so swiftly I removed the sports bra allowing my over full C
cup breasts to be free, admiring them. I freed my hair from the confining
scrunchi allowing my shoulder length hair to frame my face. Massaging my
breasts to allow the blood to flow I made a decision never to wear a smaller
bra again, these beauties were the cause of all of my disastrous relationships
with everyone. What woman wanted to go out with another person with breasts
larger than her own, or a body that was more finely sculpted then her own?
Besides as far as male attributes I didn't have any yet that's what the Birth
Certificate says I was born as. Thank the Creator that my parents gave me the
names of Edith Evelyn Gayle-Smythe, named after some ancestor or other,
although that was another source of ridicule by many ignorant persons having
three undoubtedly female names. The doctors said at my puberty it was
gynecomastia and they'd more than likely shrink after it. Shrink my ass! They
got bigger along with my hips and bubble butt with my waist becoming very
waspish. My voice remained soft and high that always caused me problems as I
was supposed to be a male. My skin was always soft, so very supple and tanned
to perfection. Now my hair was Auburn everywhere as a woman's body had, it was
the same color my eyebrows were naturally thin on my oval face with high
cheekbones that are very prominent. Since I stood at five foot eight and at one
hundred and fifteen pounds, I was svelte and elegant in my body and movements.
I was a man's wet dream is what I had been told although that was years ago. My
mind said male but my body said Oolala, Mon Dieu, Mon Cherie, where's the men?
Why did my body change to what it was? No one could explain
as the Quacks always said, we need more tests and the results say you're a male
and then several said I was female. Make up your bloody minds already! I hope
your Bats die from all the blood they've digested from me! How about a CAT Scan?
Do I look like a male? I do get a kind of an orgasmic tingle when you put your
finger up my butt. Did you kiss me yet? Oh I love foreplay. Oh please my
breasts are tingling! Did you use protection? Ohhh…a finger rubber! Yeah Doc,
well stick it, Medical Science blows!
Taking off my white, silkened, nylon panties I took a red
robe, slippers and nightgown from one of the several suitcases I had and headed
off to the bath.
In that luxurious bathtub I relaxed as I had used the ample
supplies of bath oils and feminine products that were furnished and closed my
eyes; while resting them I must have fallen asleep and dreamt of my childhood.
The daylight broke through my bedroom window announcing the
beginning of a new day, a hot summer day. Today was my birthday, fourteen and I
looked forward to it, as I was no longer a boy but a man or so I thought. In
our family you were always a boy until you hit that age of fourteen and I
finally achieved it.
That morning I threw off the sheet that covered my small
body dressed only in my skivvies. Taking a shower in the bathroom I shared with
my brother Mitch, I noticed that my chest area itched, it was itching and
tenderer then ever and my nipples were larger as were the areola. I saw that there
was certain fullness in other areas, that they were also enlarged just as my
sister's breasts had been a several years before, but I remembered. I was
scared and humiliated that this was happening to me when there was a knock on
the door as I toweled dry. Sandra my sister just strode right in without any
regard for my privacy saying, "Happy Birthday, sorry twerp but I ran out
of a certain necessary commodity we all use." As she bent over getting a
roll of toilet paper from beneath the sink cabinet, she suddenly froze, took
her toilet paper and ran from the room hurriedly but not before looking, almost
staring, at my chest area.
Putting on fresh skivvies as my dad called underwear I heard
the sounds of hurried feet, many hurried feet. Mom and dad were the first
barging in on me followed by Sandra and Mitch. Mom took me to her breast with
tears in her eyes saying, "How are you feeling dear?" I felt fine
other than the slight discomfort I had and I told her. In front of the family I
was embarrassingly forced to raise the t-shirt I wore to expose my budding,
budding hell, exposing my large beauties, at least then I thought they were
large, with Mitch and dad being immediately thrown out of the bathroom by mom.
"Sandra, get my tape measure and you my little dear,
just how long has this been going on? Have you been taking pills or
anything?" Mom asked me knowing I wouldn't lie to her while Sandra ran
from the room.
"About three or four months ago I guess, maybe longer,
everything I wear hurts them, mom. I swear I haven't taken anything, you know I
hate any type of medicine." I said looking directly into her eyes as I
spoke when Sandra walked in with the tape measure handing it to mom.
"Oh dear…I'll be right back sweetheart." Mom said
leaving me with Sandra and her bourgeoning smile.
"Okay Sandi let's hear your words of wisdom." I
said knowing I'd get the crap thrown into my face. Instead she was sympathetic
saying, "They kind of hurt don't they? I remember when mine were
growing."
"Yes they hurt and I regret all the teasing I ever did
to you, I'm so sorry Sis. But this isn't supposed to happen to a boy. I'm a
freak!" I said as I cried the tears of frustration out of me hugging her.
"Edie…Edith, mom and dad will find out what happened to
you. Just think of all the kids that will look at you now." Sandra said
trying to get me to smile or laugh as I cried even harder when she went to me
and drew me to her hugging me close. I cried my tears of shame even after mom
and dad came back into the bathroom saying, "Sweetheart we called the
doctor and he's coming to examine you. I want you to slip this on and let
Sandra help you." Handing me a bra, Sandra helped me remove my t-shirt and
put the bra on and replaced my t-shirt. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that
they were breasts, but at least they didn't hurt with the bra on and felt good
as the mounds laid inside filling those cups with flesh. I began to cry seeing
those mounds of shame on my chest.
"Edie, please…" mom was saying as I cut her off.
"Leave me alone! Why don't you all just put me into a
dress and panties since I already have the bra." I yelled out running out
of the bathroom to my bed flinging my body upon it, crying even harder as
everyone left leaving me to my tears.
I had cried myself out when the doctor came and examined me,
doing what he could. He left some salves for the irritation and called the
hospital for more tests to be run by the specialists. Those tests began,
practically a lifetime of tests and experimentation with nothing and everything
being normal but borderline for a boy or a girl. The medicos were perplexed
with some even offering to do radical mastectomies or sex changes later, which
I both refused. I was a male with the body of a woman, almost!
That afternoon of my birthday I was so beyond mortified as
friends and family came over to help celebrate. I know they all saw my bra and
my breasts yet never saying a word, I became withdrawn from the festivities
when my best friend Kyle, that was sixteen, came over and sat next to me saying,
"Edie, we've known each other for years and years. We've slept in the same
bed when I stay with your family when mine were gone. Your mom and dad feel
responsible for what is going on with you. They feel helpless that they can't
do anything or what caused it. Most girls would give anything to have a set of
bazongas like that."
With fire in my eyes I screamed out in a high pitched voice
saying, "You don't get it do you? This isn't supposed to happen to boys!
I'm a boy! I'm a freak! Do you all hear me I'm a BOY!" I suddenly looked
around seeing that all conversation had stopped everywhere in the yard. I ran
from the yard through the house and into the safety of my room, slamming my
door.
Again I was on my bed crying when the door opened and dad
walked into the room. Slowly he walked to the bed soundlessly and sat next to
me saying, "Edie, you were very rude to your guests and especially Kyle.
Your mother and I have no idea what's happened to you; no one does. Until we
find out there's nothing you or we can do. Now I'm asking you to dry those
tears and come outside. I'm also asking that you apologize to your guests. If
it's any consolation I love my child, you, but if you become our daughter we
would all know it wasn't your fault because it was your mother's and my fault
since we conceived you in an act of love."
"Dad, I'm so afraid it's going to get worse and school
starts in two weeks. What do I do then? Baggy clothes won't work to hide…my
breasts because it's too warm." I said.
"I don't know, I don't think anyone knows; we'll just
have to take it as it comes." He said as he kissed my forehead, which he
hadn't done for years and dried my tears. Taking my hand he tugged me to follow
him, which I did all the way outside. I apologized to our guests individually
that made me feel better that I could be accepted by family and friends and not
ostracized.
Kyle it seemed became very protective as the weeks and
months went by with my body maturing even more. We kept in contact with each
other even when he started school earlier than I. I was mystified with all his
attention when Sandra said he saw me as a girl and a possible conquest. Okay so
I had breasts that were in awe by all the males and envious of many females my
age.
When school began my friends that I had, helped me somewhat
but there were still those both male and female that had to be assholes to
ridicule and taunt me with bigotry on their tongues. When I ignored the name
calling it escalated to physical abuse that the administration disregarded such
as the grabbing, pinching and of course the swirlies. The final straw was not
only the snapping of my bra strap but the twisting of my breast; that was done
in the lunchroom at lunch by another student in plain view of a male teacher.
That evening as I was in a bath soaking, mom came in and saw
the bruises I had endured. She was furious, telephoning the principal of the
school at home she told him in no uncertain terms he was an asshole and so was
his staff. The next day I began home study, as according to the school I was a
disruption to all my classes, maybe I was just once, when Sandra and Libby her
girlfriend dared me to replace my bra with a Bullet Bra from the fifties; wow,
talking about filling out a sweater or poking an eye out. One boy almost fell
out of a window in the classroom as he saw my bodacious breasts; fortunately we
were on ground level, as the boys laughed and the girls giggled at him. That
same boy was the one that assaulted me, maybe I deserved that Titty Twister but
that was another form of humiliation I endured.
My brother and sister, Mitch and Sandi were always there for
me to talk to them as was mom and dad. We all spoke to each other on every
subject that could be brought up. When I was taken out of school and placed
into the home school program they seemed to breathe easier as did Kyle.
Now Kyle nearly came over everyday to tutor me in Math and
Science as these were beyond my comprehension as the tutor once said. We were
alone in the house, as Sandra and Mitch were at school and mom and dad were at
work. Kyle was off due to some teacher in-service training at his school.
Both of us were sitting on the couch very close to each
other working on a math problem, which I finally began to understand, when he
got excited and kissed me on the lips when I understood it. I had a chorus in
my head saying no, then yes and then I said to myself oh, hell yes and I kissed
him back.
"That was good Kyle." I said after we finished our
kiss with him saying,
"Edith, I'm so sorry but all I see is a girl next to
me, a girl that's also my best friend." Excusing myself I went to Sandra's
room and cried briefly as her room was closest to my location. I was so
confused with my actions that I enjoyed kissing Kyle. For some reason I can't
explain I looked around Sandi's room and made up my mind that if all he saw was
a girl then I was going to be one hell of a girl for Kyle.
Taking off my baggy wind suit, sneakers, bra, briefs and
t-shirt; I found a white pair of red, high cut, nylon panties, a red and yellow
floral patterned sundress and red canvas, wedged sandals. Pulling up those
panties I marveled as how the material felt on my skin caressing my butt and
widening hips. Sliding on the dress I felt how light, soft and airy it was as I
placed my breasts into the bodice shelves, as it too embraced my blossoming
body. I used Sandi's flash red nail polish and did both hands and feet after a
manicure and quick pedicure. While the polish dried all I saw in the mirror was
a shorter version of Sandra and a younger version of mom although I was not as
well endowed as they are with Sandi being a growing C cup and Mom being a full
C Cup. OhMyGod, I'm going to be as large as them!
Placing my hair into a ponytail and applying the briefest of
makeup I had seen mom and Sandi use, I looked at Sandi, no my refection in the
mirror. Fastening the buckles of the sandals I prepared myself for my entrance.
I was as ready as I was ever going to be I said to myself as I opened and went
out of the bedroom. In walking down the hallway I felt the sensuous dress I
wore as well as the way my hips swayed. Kyle must have heard me as I walked
toward him turning his head, widening his eyes and smiling wider than I had
ever seen him smile.
"Okay Honey, you have your girl." I said going to
him and kissing him lovingly. The kiss must have been good as I felt him grow
pressing his weapon into my stomach as we held each other.
"I assume you like what you see Kyle?" I asked
with him saying, "I thought you were Sandra at first until the height
factor hit me. Damn, I finally have a date for all the dances and she's my best
friend on top of it."
"Dances, oh no, I don't date, I don't dance, especially
in makeup, a dress and heels. Kyle, how in the world can you ask a boy out to a
dance?"
"If there's a boy in that dress, I'm Sly Stalone."
"Hi Sly." I said as I kissed him and took him into
the kitchen with me for lunch that I made for us with my own two little hands
from scratch. We ate; we talked, with me becoming more comfortable with his
stares of adoration since this was the first and last time I would be dressed
as I was.
"Edith, would you be my date to the Halloween Dance;
look, I'll even get Sandra a date and we could double."
Did I just hear the word date as in Blind Date and Dance in
the same sentence? By the way Sis that dress looks better on you then it does
me, it's yours dear." Sandra said walking into the kitchen. I had
forgotten this was a short day for her a school.
"Sandi I didn't mean to offend you by saying that, I
asked Edith to be my date and I think she's scared to go."
"I am not a she! Now, how about a date for Mitch
too?"
"If you aren't, you'd better look into that mirror
again. Sure, we could all go together." Kyle said smiling with Sandra
agreeing with her leaving to go to work at Marjorie's dress shop. After
cleaning the kitchen and dishes the next few hours I was drilled by Kyle (No,
not that way!) in math and general science. I went into the kitchen for some of
the ice tea I had made when I heard the garage door open and I turned to see
mom. The next thing I saw was her letting go of the grocery bags and hearing
the shattering of glass on the floor.
"Mom, are you all right?" I asked as I went to
help her pick up the bags. I bent at the knees as I had seen Sandra and her do
all the time with her saying, “Edith Sweetheart is that really you? I swear I
thought you were Sandra at first. Whose idea was it?"
"I'll take the blame Mrs. Smythe when I asked Edith to
the dance." Kyle said as I glared at him and his big mouth. Mom looked at
me adding a smile that you only see with sharks after the feeding frenzy
saying, "Kyle I've always been mom to you too, so why the formalities? A
dance Huh…I thought and I quote you, boys don't date boys. Did you get a good
look at yourself? If you're a boy with that cleavage I see, than I'm
Rumpelstiltskin and I am not a gnome either."
"Sorry Mom S." Kyle said as we cleaned up the mess
mom made. He told her exactly what the deal was and what Sandra and I had said.
"Kyle dear I think that if you would like Edith to go
she should go just to get her tiny feet wet. By the way missy, go fix your face
it's been…Ah, very active and Kyle that color of lipstick doesn't suit you at
all." Mom said giggling.
"Mom! What will people say? I'll be a freak again to be
stared at and ridiculed."
"Edith, it'll be a Halloween party with costumes and
masks. Think of this party as a male playing a role in a play, look at the
Japanese Kabuki theatre and Shakespeare's plays during those times there were
no women playing female parts only young boys and men. To this day the Kabuki
follows the ancient traditions of no females.
I know you're scared, I also can see its hell trying to
pretend you don't have breasts but you do; dressing as a tomboy does not help
your psyche. Enjoy what Sandi and I feel, as we get dressed; besides look what
happened to you in not telling me what you were going through. Do I think
you're a freak? Sweetheart you're my baby, my child, I carried you for all
those months inside of me as you grew and were born. We all watched, loved and
nurtured you each day after you were born. We never chastised you kids as some
parents do when you and Mitch played with girl's toys or Sandra with boy's
toys. I never had a dysfunctional and argumentative household; sure you kids
always teased each other but it was never a hurtful type of teasing.
I know these bodily and psychological changes are very
difficult to and on you, I know that there will be those that cause and show
their bigotry toward you just as that wretched boy did to you in that school.
Think of those clothes you're wearing as a suit of protective armor that was
custom made for you. Let people see you as a girl and laugh in your boy mind
that you fooled them."
I knew better than to interrupt mom when she was on a roll
with her words. I listened the entire time as Kyle held my hand. I know you're
asking me if I was so much of a boy, why was I holding his hand? To be honest
with you my answer was and is, I don't know. I mean he gave me a feeling of
added protection yet I also stirred up his hormones into a frenzy. I knew he
wasn't gay because he had an active social life with many girls outside of the
school. Being his best friend meant I knew all the secrets and skeletons in
that closet of his. Being his best friend we shared an admiration and respect
for each other that worked its way within our family structures.
In the next few weeks everyone was in a flurry of activity
from hospital appointments, tutors to costume fittings. Dad and Mom were taking
the place of Kyle's parents as chaperones to this dance as they would be out of
the country on business. Kyle was put into my room and I was stuck with Sandra
while he stayed with my family. True to Kyle's word he found my brother and
sister dates that they went out several times with before the dance to get to
know them.
Mitch went out with Rhonda; Sandra had Patrick and guess who
I had? Yep I had good old reliable Kyle. Anyway Rhonda or Ronni as we called
her was a stone cold fox but she was a bit standoffish, that's a bad word to
use, shy seems more appropriate because of her height of five foot eleven but
then my brother was over six foot tall. She had and has a body that would make
the goddesses weep in envy, as she was very athletic just as Mitch was and is.
I could see this mating was a match, now Sandra faired just as well, Patrick
stood at five foot nine and built like a tank, but had a wonderful
intelligence, humor and finesse about him. Little did I know back then that I
was looking at my future brother and sister in laws that gave me just as much
crap now as they did back then just as my own flesh and blood did.
In those coming weeks I dressed pretty much in jeans,
sweaters, sweat shirts and sneaks. I was always fearful of dresses and skirts
as they reminded me of what was happening to me and the loss of my male body
such as it was. This was proved over and over again at each medical appointment
I had, you know, the inch added here and removed here and viola, instant young
woman's body. Sandra, Ronni and mom once said it wasn't the fear of the dresses
and skirts it was because of getting deeper involve with Kyle. Okay, so how in
the hell can I be the man in my mind yet dressed in all that froufrou and lace?
Look at what happened to me when I wore a sundress? I wound up kissing Kyle and
making a fool out of myself to the family, or did I?
All I knew was that evening I was given a very long talk by
mom and Sandra on the Birds and the Bees from a woman's standpoint that made me
blush for days to come. I was told everything from how to please a man sexually
to what was acceptable and what was not acceptable for a young woman to do
while dating. While listening to them the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir was
singing the benefits of masculinity while some heavenly choral group was
singing the benefits of femininity all in a syncopated, counterpoint, rhythmic
style that even got louder as methods of sex were introduced. I was at a
complete loss of words when they spoke how the male and female bodies would
react. I knew there was a problem with mine, as my body never had reacted to
the stimulus of masturbation, wet dreams or any other ways to have an
ejaculation. I also knew that in the shower or bath I received multiple waves
of sexual pleasure and fulfillment as I washed it. In addition I knew from past
experiences at the hospital that I never could give them a sperm sample no
matter what stimulus or eroticism was offered to my penis from gorgeous nurses
giving me a hand job or even oral sex; to the most stimulating of sexually
explicit photos. My penis, testicles and scrotum were beginning to be what was
called atrophied, as they all shrunk, yet the chorus sang their songs of being
a male in my mind.
A week before the dance Mom had told us that our costumes
were ready but Marjorie needed to do a final fitting for her. In my mind I
hoped mine would be male attire, but in those confined recesses of the gray
matter we called a brain, I knew my costume was going to be something feminine.
Hey, if it was Batgirl or some other fantasy character I could handle it, what
I received was more than a wakeup call.
All of us on arriving at the dress shop that my sister
worked with Marjorie meeting us closed the shop, smiling and saying, "Okay
I want the women in the back room and the men in the dressing rooms. Your names
are on the boxes and I want everyone to get dressed and then come out."
I was headed with the men when Marjorie grabbed my arm
pulling me along with the girls. When we were in the back room I saw stacks of
boxes with Edith, Ronni, Sandi and Carla which is my mom's name stenciled on
them. There was a look of delight as all the women’s faces, as they unpacked
their finery while I trembled in my little white sneakers.
"I think it was a marvelous idea to have a theme for
the dance. Okay ladies now please get undressed, no bras just panties."
Marjorie said.
"The guys really made a face but they were outvoted by
us. They wanted comic book fantasy characters and the girls voted for the
Southern Cotillion theme last year." Rhonda said as she took off her bra
and massaging her breasts. Last year? They all knew about this ahead of time? I
was in some very deep liquidly stuff that came from the body, like… excrement,
yeah that's it shit.
Undressing with everyone I saw there was an intimacy with
women, which men I had learned from the past, didn't have. They all looked or
praised each other, nothing was ever mean or spitefully said, and as we all
took off our clothes. Even Rhonda praised me on how my body was changing with
mom and Sandra chiming into the conversation with then showing photos of me.
This was very discomfiting to my male voices but the female voices said to go
with it.
"We need to get you different bras and panties
sweetheart those look a bit too small. I do hope those measurements I gave
Marjorie will be all right. Edith seems to be filling out so fast."
"I'll say, when she wears my clothes, they are not in
the least baggy were they once were." Sandra added to my displeasure with
me saying, “Sorry Sis but my own clothes don't fit anymore, anywhere, and I had
to steal your jeans, a sweater and my feet were cold…"
"Pantyhose and my boots that I stole from mom."
Sandra said as she hugged me to her naked breasts. Oh what an electrifying
experience that was, breasts touching breasts, my little perky ones and her
mounds of animated perky flesh with my nipples hardening. Maybe I am a
lesbian?
"We'll take care of Edith's needs later, now you girls
will have to endure something that I just know you'll hate, the corset, the
nightmare of women for years upon years." Marjorie said as I blankly looked
upon her face. What the hell was a corset? I soon found out, as I was the first
to be trussed up in that torturous device of emerald green satin and lace. My complaints,
tears and yells fell upon deaf ears as the lacings were pulled tighter and
tighter giving me a figure that girls in my former school only wished and hoped
they had. Marjorie said I was fortunate that this was the modern version of the
old whale boned ones women used to wear and those normally went to the thighs
while this one went to the a little past the hips.
By breathing in shallow breaths I manage to stay coherent
yet docile as my breasts were placed into and on the shelves of the cups making
my breasts seem as large as Sandra's were. Having me sit I was instructed on
how to place the silky smooth material called stockings on and up my legs. I've
worn pantyhose before but this was an experience that went beyond orgasmic, as
I felt those green gossamer silk stockings tug at the attached garters of the
corset.
"Due to the cost involved of replicating the shoes that
women wore back then I improvised with these." Marjorie said holding a
pair of three-inch spike heeled, emerald green colored, silk evening pumps
adorned with gold and silver threads that were embroidered into swirls of the
toes of the shoes. Once they were on my feet I was made to walk. Getting the
coaching and support I needed from everyone, I soon mastered or was that
mistressed the chore, no matter; I walked in the damn things. Bloomers and
petticoats abounded and then this creature they called a floor length formal
gown was added with the hem of the skirt attached to my wrist.
"You girls are lucky these gowns have zippers these used
to be made with buttons." Marjorie said as she and mom lowered the silk
fabric down on me, zipping me into it as they all fluttered about adjusting the
skirts; I was petrified to look into that mirror with my knees knocking. My
hair was placed into a bun after it was teased with butterfly pins adorning it.
After a fall was added and then the makeup, as I sat there bewildered at what
just had happened to me.
We were all dressed, powdered and perfumed when we heard a
knock and dad walked in. Mom was dressed in pastel blue, Sandra was in burgundy
and Rhonda wore a dark yellow gown that hung very well on them and were
gorgeous in them all. Dad was so very handsome with the blue suit he wore
matching mom's gown color. His jacket was open going below his knees accenting
the satin lapels and the satin strips of the out seam going down each leg.
When he turned the jacket even had tails in the back, at the cuffs of the
jacket his lace of the shirt showed, the vest was of blue satin matching the
labels of the jacket, which was buttoned over a white, very lacey but decidedly
masculine cut shirt with a string tie at his neck. At first I was very
humiliated with him seeing me like this until he smiled and took mom's hand,
saying, "Gwen really went all out designing those costumes. You all look
gorgeous in them." Gee thanks dad, just what my voices needed to hear with
me saying, "I can't dad, I just can't go like this, and I’m still
a…a…"
"Not this again! Edith, just take a look at yourself!
Do boys have the real things on their chest like you do? Do they have a body to
die for like you do? Damnit girl, I only wished I looked a fraction like you
do." Rhonda said making me look into the mirror. All I could think about
was getting out of this heavy stuff I wore, as she rambled on, as I kept my
eyes closed. She then pinched my arm to make me gaze at a young woman in the
mirror wearing an emerald green ball gown from a different era. I saw her
heaving breasts held into a silk, satin and lace bodice, her beautiful shoulders
framed but the same materials adding a dramatic flavor to her tanned-colored
skin. The ball gown made her green eyes shine dramatically and accentuating the
redness of her hair as she stood; her lips were the colors and fullness of ripe
cherries, she was the picture of loveliness incarnate from the goddesses of
another age.
"Is that a boy? I hardly think so Edith; besides it's
also Halloween when boys and girls can and will dress as they like without fear
of ostracism. It’s that time for everyone to let down their hair and enjoy
parties."
"I have to admit that I thought Gwen was nuts when she
insisted that you wear these costumes. She saw the styles on an old television
show called Yancy Derringer on some cable network. We both saw Gone With
the Wind and kind of shied away from it. These come from a period that was
more elegant and earlier than the Civil War and have a decidedly French/ New
Orleans flavor to them. You gals will be the Belles of the Ball. Don't you
dare even say it Edith dear!" Marjorie added as she took all of us to the
front of the shop to see the men, with their jaws hitting the floor. I was
impressed seeing that the men where attired in the colors we wore and the style
that dad wore with the addition of a beavered Top Hat and silver, eagle headed
canes. It was also I saw that the men had what looked like spats on their shoes
matching the suits they all wore and our gowns. They all looked suave and very
sophisticated to me, but look at me the one in the froufrou.
Kyle worked up his nerve as did Mitch and Patrick coming to
us with Kyle softly saying, "A boy huh? I really don't think so."
When the unexpected brush of his lips touched my cheek just as a camera flash
went off.
"Okay boys and girls I need pictures and I want them
now before you take your delights with each other." Marjorie said making
us stand or sit at her whim. Damn she even had us in dancing positions with
Kyle holding me very close to him. How do I know it was close? I still have the
marks from his erection that he tried to embed into my belly button. Kind sir,
my belly button is not a receptacle for your thingy, even though it is an
innie!
Undressing we all found out what it was going to be like to
wear those gowns when Marjorie told us we would have to wear the corsets during
our waking hours and we each had eight more to take home and to sleep in them.
After the dance she laughed and said to save them for our wedding gowns or to
tease our men with. Thanks Marjorie! Why don't you yell it out louder so all
the guys can hear what you said? I was unhappy as was Rhonda and Sandra, yet
mom had that smile of playfulness on her lips. Oh crap dad and her would be
walking bowlegged for the next week. Sandra made the comment of oiling their
bedsprings with mom countering with something about chastity belts and us
wearing them. Crap mom, don't I have enough problems? With my luck she'll turn
it around backwards to…Oh never mind you get the gist of what I was trying to
say.
For a week we wore those satin prisons during our waking
hours or in our case both day and night. The week of the dance became reality
with all of us fending off the amorous attacks and probes of the men. For a
week all I could wear was skirts, dresses, stockings and heels, much to
everyone's delight. I was angry I had to go to the proctologist being dressed
in a skirt, blouse and heels for a rectal exam, with the nurses smiling and
that doctor taking too much pleasure in his job as he really stuck it into me.
If I wanted this type of abuse I know Kyle would gladly volunteer or I can use
an Exlax or a glycerin suppository.
I was trained in the feminine arts and chastised
relentlessly by everyone, which included, Marjorie, Kyle, Rhonda and Patrick. I
hated having my knees together and smoothing out my dress. I hated taking short
mincing steps and the heels that I wore. I hated wearing makeup along with
shaving my underarms and legs. I hated learning to dance, kinda, okay it was
fun and I liked it. The things I enjoyed were the compliments and the attention
I received. I was even getting used to being kissed and probed by Kyle and
being referred to by all those feminine pronouns they so carelessly threw
around.
The day before I was made to really suffer at the hands of
everyone by being taken to this den of femininity called the beauty salon.
Makeup, pedicures, manicures, nail and hair extensions, highlights, body perms,
leg and bikini waxing; they did it all to us. The hardest part to swallow was
while I sat I fell asleep in the beautician's chair I heard a pop, pop, pop and
then felt the pain in my ears. On my slow, but rude awakening, stood two
beauticians on both sides of me smiling after they had pieced my ears three
times with starter studs in them. I could see one hole in each ear because some
males had them, but three holes? Only my sister, mother and many other women
had more then one hole for earrings. What was next my nipples? My hair was
finished, done up in an upswept bouffant style as were all of ours were; Sandra
and I could have been mistaken for twins and mom our sister.
Rhonda was so thrilled with her blond hair looking as
gorgeous as she was; she began to call our mom, mother. This was not a normal
salon adventure but this was a treat and present from Kyle's mom and dad after
they both saw our pictures that Marjorie took of us in the clothing she
designed. Walking into the house was a real delicacy when Kyle saw me and the
boys and dad saw mom and the girls. I never knew that men had more than two
arms and two lips; they seemed to be everywhere at once. Kyle had a lip lock on
me when I was suddenly pulled into the kitchen by mom and her saying,
"It's not safe in there for you or any of the girls. Now park it Miss.
Hotpants?"
I sat as mom went into that steamy, sweaty den of sexual
perverseness called the living room. My body was still tingling, my nipples
were erect, and I was breathing hard when mom came in dragging Rhonda and
Sandra behind her making them also sit-down.
I told mom what I felt, how it felt and my confusion as she
poured ice tea for all of us saying, "I think you were about to lose those
pretty panties you're wearing as we all were about to do. Sex to us women is
loving, very emotional and very intense. Think of a spark that later becomes a
bonfire or a forest fire and then dies; that's what it's like for us it builds
gradually to such force it consumes us and our partners in pleasure to
orgasm."
"Do I really want to hear this? Mom, I'm really sorry I
asked, I'm not a ……"
"Here we go again! Sis, by what you described to us, you
sure are a girl. But you have to know when to shut it all down before you
have…intercourse, either vaginal or anal." Rhonda said taking my hand.
Each day that Rhonda was around I was treated like a little sister, as was
Sandra. I and our family liked her a great deal there was a spark that began
with her and Mitch that was beginning to be a fire and later it was when they
married in a civil ceremony secretly.
For the rest of the day we stayed away from the guys and
their spears of enchantment and lust. During the evening I saw mom really
sexually teasing dad to the point he threw her over his shoulder and carried
her to the bedroom, Ya know we forgot to oil the bedsprings. Damn they were
loud!
The lights were all lowered and seemed romantic well anyway I
sat next to Kyle while Sandra and Rhonda had their way with Mitch and Patrick.
The smooching and heavy petting was hot and heavy until I heard the moans.
There was my sister practicing to be a sword swallower along with Rhonda
following her lead with Patrick and Mitch moaning. Between the moans, groans
and bedsprings I was going mad taking Kyle with me to Sandra's room to watch
television.
Somehow it didn't work out as I planned, with us doing the
same things as what we left; except maybe for us taking it a step further. I
felt every bit of pleasure he and I shared together as he licked my breasts and
I swallowed his sword to its inevitable outcome that I lapped up his seed
greedily. The one thing he didn't feel that I did was him buried deep inside of
me and the painful sensation as he inserted himself that turned to sexual
pleasure as we made love. My mind was in lust as he drove himself into me not
caring if mom or dad caught us. I wanted him, every bit of him until he
orgasmed with me following him to untold heights of delectation. My mind was in
a spin with the female side of me taking charge. I was in female hormone heaven
yet the doctors say I was normal for a male. I began to cry softly as we
cuddled together on the bed next to each other. I had no idea if they were
tears of tenderness, loss of my virginity or from our source of pleasure. That
was when Sandra came into the room seeing us both naked saying, "Kyle
honey, go to your room, take a shower and get ready for bed while Edith and I
speak. We'll meet you in the living room in a bit after we clean up." She
wasn't angry and kissed him like a brother then taking me into the bathroom
with her.
She adjusted the water, placed shower caps over our hair and
stepped under the spray with me in tow saying, "Edith dear, you just
stepped across that fine line from aggressive to passive, from male to female,
you do know that?"
"Everything was fine, and then it just happened."
I said sobbing while she tenderly washed my body with her saying, "Yeah
and that's how some of us get pregnant too. Okay so you can't get pregnant but
be sexually safe. Mom, dad, all of us are worried sick about you. I knew this
was going to happen to you and I tried to tell you. Honey, I've always loved
you since you were in mom's belly, I used to talk to you too. I didn't care if
you were a boy or a girl. When you were born I was just happy you were alive
and well for all of us to share. Secretly I wanted a sister and after fourteen
abysmal years I have one. Sure we tolerated each other before, but you and I
were closer than Mitch and me."
"What's going on in here?" Rhoda said seeing us
together in the shower.
"Well Sis here is now a woman, she did the big nasty
with Kyle. They crossed the line together, him a man, she a woman, with you and
I causing it all." Sandra said with Rhonda sitting slowly on the commode
saying, "No! OhMyGod! Oh Edith honey I'm so sorry. I never thought for a
moment that this would happen." Seeing her tears I said, "Ronni none
of this was anyone's fault, it just happened. I should have said no, but I was
weak and allowed it to happen. To be honest with you both, I enjoyed my first
sexually induced orgasm."
"What first orgasm girls? OhMyGod, turn toward me Edith
dear. You did it, didn't you?" Mom said closing the bathroom door behind
her.
"Mom, please don't be mad at us or anyone. It just…
happened. “I said as mom cut me off saying, "Yes, it happened and you now
share the same rules as Sandra does. What angers me is that the doctors say
you're a male dear, you're all girl and have the hormone highs we get. Darling,
and this goes for all of you, control those urges until you get married, drop
those lacey panties of yours again and really suffer from my anger, you'll be
grounded until you're married or twenty one. Am I angry, you bet, if you had
our plumbing you'd being going to the Gyne tomorrow for the pill and I'd be
praying you weren't pregnant as I tied those pretty knees together. I'll be
right back." In a flurry of pink nylon she was gone and returned as I was
drying off.
"Okay missy bend and spread those cute little butt
cheeks." Mom said making Rhonda and Sandra giggle as mom spread a cream in
and around my butt hole as I bent over. With a sharp slap on my butt she said,
"now missy, how do you like being a woman? An orgasm no less!"
"Mom I'm so ashamed, yet I loved it. Remember how I
felt with the doctor sticking his finger in there? Well I had pleasure this
time; when Kyle touched my breasts it was like electric and my tingle grew. I
mean it came wave after wave after it grew inside of me. It felt normal feeling
Kyle's seed in me, mom I mean it did hurt at first but then I wanted him deeper
and more of him inside of me, it was exciting being finally fulfilled. Mom what
boy never had an erection at my age? Or a wet dream? I couldn't get hard even
with a pretty nurse playing with me for a sperm sample. Mom does this mean I'm
gay?" Mom took all of us into her arms and hugged us to her saying,
"No not at all honey but your sweet little butt will comply to my rules
just as Sandra does. As far as sex goes, I don't want my daughters being
promiscuous; I don't want them getting a reputation for being an easy lay. I
want them to be good girls, get married, love their husbands and have kids or
adopt. "
We went back to the living room after putting on nightgowns
or pajamas and robes. Kyle and I sat on the floor with Sandra and Patrick. With
mom and dad's permission Patrick was allowed to stay over for the night while
the three of us went to Sandra's room with all of us sharing the bed. Gee I
wonder who was in the middle? Now I know how the cream filling feels in a cake,
smothered.
The day of the dance was maddening with mom throwing the men
out of the house and the baths were ours to enjoy and relax in. We relaxed around
the house in loungers and robes until Marjorie arrived with some of the girls
from the beauty salon. Mom was concerned at first because of the cost but was
assured that Gwen our benefactor, Kyle's mother had taken care of everything.
We weren't rich but lived comfortably within our means this pampering was
opulent and extravagant to mom and Sandra; this to me was a new experience.
We were all partially dressed when the guys returned forcing
us to scurry to get robes on. It wasn't a question of modesty it was that the
guys couldn't keep their hands off of us seeing us in our lingerie. It felt
good to be able to sit around in just our lingerie as our hair and makeup was
being done and redone. All but one beautician left us and she washed, trimmed
and styled the guy's hair tidying it up for them as we put our gowns on.
Putting on the satin opera gloves, Marjorie handed each of us a jewelry case
inside we all gasped in surprise.
"Ladies, these are the final accessory other then the
shawls. Gwen and Bart told me to tell all of you to have a good night and enjoy
yourselves. Oh by the way all the clothes are yours and the jewelry."
Marjorie said as she helped to put the jewelry on us."
This took us all by surprise never expecting anything but to
being privileged just to use these clothes. Being younger our jewelry was
basically a fairly large stone set in a gold setting as a pendant on a gold
chain with a stone cut in the color of or gowns, along with a pair of pendant
earrings, a bracelet, cocktail ring and anklet. Now mom's jewelry was more
dramatic as she was the oldest and the mother; her necklace had multiple large
dark blue stones in a gold setting forming a choker, her other jewelry was
basically the same as ours. My jewelry was emerald and gold, Sandra's were
rubies and gold, Rhonda was amber and gold and Mom was sapphire, diamond and
gold.
After we added the jewelry with Marjorie's help I don't know
what my feelings were as I was taken to a mirror to view myself with mom and
sis behind me. It wasn't they same person that stood there looking out from the
mirror that I saw all those years in the past. The woman standing there was not
a male and not a youngster, but a stately young woman, wide eyed and beyond
exciting and recherché, she was heaven sent to make a man's dreams come true.
Blinking my eyes I saw her eyes blink and then I smiled at her, which she
returned shamelessly.
"Yes dear she's all you, now are we ready to join our
men?" mom asked smiling as she sprayed me with perfume and placed a feathered
mask on a stick into my hand and a satin, beaded bag purse onto my wrist with a
fan.
The Halloween Party and dance was a success and so were we
all taking first prize for the most original and best costumes. I had to admit
I had never had as much fun or have ever danced as much as I did. I was
thankful to mom and Marjorie for the dancing lessons along with having me get
used to the high heels as I danced the night away with the many men that were
there; much to the enviousness of many of the young women and wives that
attended. Alas the ball ended and Cinderella had to go home with her Prince
Charming, Kyle. The only difference between Cindi and I was; I didn't lose my
shoe. I was still on a high as we pulled into the restaurant parking lot that
Libby's parents owned.
We were the first couples to enter the establishment when
Libby acting as the Hostess saw me, screamed and ran toward us saying, "Oh
Edith, I've missed you so much at school. Damn you're hot! I wish I could look
half as good." Now if you believe that crap I have some swampland I need
to sell you quick. Libby is a shorter version of Rhonda about five foot seven
inches tall and a body that made men beg and girls cry. While talking to her I
notice my opponent from school was there with several of his cronies observing
us all very closely.
Libby seated Kyle and rejoined me at the door as we both
went to the powder room making sure we were being watched. Libby and I
freshened up and left giving those boys a good look when I stopped turned
toward them saying, “Lance Taggert my dear, put your eyes back into your head
darling, as you'll never ever get a woman, any woman." As I stroked his
face with my gloved hand and then poured a glass of water into his crotch on
his erection that he sported, with the other hand, causing the boys at the
table to laugh at Lance.
"You Bitch! I ought to…"
"I highly doubt that, but you will leave and never come
back, just you Lance but your friends can stay." Libby said with Kyle,
Patrick and Mitch immediately behind us.
Chapter 2
I awoke as the water was becoming colder, draining the tub
as I got up from the water. I dried, powdered and placed my nightwear on and
slippers going out into my suite. After brushing out my hair I called room
service and ordered a meal with a full bottle of wine. While waiting I unpacked
my laptop and booted it up plugging it into the phone jack at the wall.
Contacting my ISP I downloaded my email and began to review
all my messages that I had neglected to do for a few days. There were several
from Mom, Sandra, and Rhonda that I decided to call them after I ate. Leaving
the computer at the desk I unpacked several of my bags until there was a knock
and an announcement of room service.
On opening the door the poor kid seemed to have lost his
voice until I realized I was practically nude in front of the poor boy wearing
a black diaphanous peignoir and laced panties along with black, satin-wedged
mules. In placing the cart and tray I saw the kid was ready for action, I was
tempted, but I gave him a generous gratuity and let him make his way back to
Betty Rose or whatever her name was, I wasn't about to tip him twice.
The food was good, as I ate slowly but it wasn't like my own
cooking or mom's cooking that I missed. I savored the wine then I dialed mom's
telephone number, letting it ring until mom answered saying, "Edith, Do I
have to beg you to call me? You have a cell phone and that's not even on. You
have email you never answer."
"Mom please, I'm at the next job site but I took two weeks
off as compensatory time. I was going to come home…"
"Now listen to me Edith, your father and I are coming
there. We'll see you tomorrow baby. We love you dear. “Mom said as she hung up.
What the hell was that all about? How can mom and dad come
here when they don't know where the hell I'm staying or the city? Why wouldn't
they let me come home? Did I give them my traveling itinerary and forget? Damn
I must be getting senile! Maybe Sandra knows what the hell is going on. I
dialed her house and Patrick answered saying, "Hi Auntie Edith your niece
says hi and your sister is out shopping as usual."
"Damn she's as bad as mom and daddy is
babysitting?" I said laughing, as I got comfortable, tucking my legs
underneath me.
"Sure, I can change her and everything, well almost
everything, Carla misses mommy's milk unless Auntie Edith would like to volun………."
"Patrick don't you dare start that shit."
"Well they are the same size as Sandi's and Mom's
breasts so, Carla would love and appreciate it."
"I won't discuss this subject any further you pig, tell
Sandi to call me at the Holiday Suites. Tell her also I took two weeks
off." I said giving him the telephone number before I hung up with Patrick
laughing. I then tried to call Mitch and Rhonda but there wasn't any answer. I
left a message on their machine and hung up.
For the next several hours I caught up on my weekly site
reports and expense reports as I managed to relax, sip my wine and send in all
the reports via email. That was when I received the email message from the
corporate office that I was to call the site office immediately. I angrily
fired back an email-stating no, that I was on vacation and that their problem
could wait. After I sent off the message I read the header oh wow did I screw
up, it was from the Admin Assistant for the C.E.O., damn I was big, deep, shit
now, now how do you spell Fired! I wrote another email stating I needed
a brief rest for a few days after the last assignment but I would telephone
them and to disregard my last message as I made a mistake. Maybe I just pulled
my sweet little ass out of the fire without the singe marks and went to lie
down on the bed watching the television. While watching some inane movie about
a prom, my mind drifted off and I shut my eyes.
Kyle and I were in his home one afternoon after my classes
at college. I took the GED the year before and was accepted to State majoring
in business and fashion design. I was dressed in jeans, a pink sweatshirt, pink
socks and sneaks. My breast size had increased to a C cup along with other
areas. I was being tutored as usual; it was then we tutored each other in other
areas. We somehow wound up in his mother and father's bed for an afternoon
delight when his mother walked in on us. Gwen knew we were sexually experimenting,
oh hell, we were active, it was just we just were never caught until just then
by her.
I was so embarrassed when I heard and saw the door open with
Gwen peering inside seeing us enjoined. She didn't say a word closing the door
leaving us alone, her face was expressionless. The one thing I will say is I
had a feeling Gwen was going to call my mom and that I would be grounded for
life for breaking her rules. It was too late for regrets but we were committed
in our act of love to its orgasmic completion that we shared together.
Entwined in each others arms we lay onto the bed and held
each other when Gwen came in saying, "Kyle please go take a shower while
Edith and I talk and get her cleaned up." There wasn't any argument as he
ran stark assed naked to his own room with Gwen saying, "He's as much of a
slob as his dad is, are you sure that you can and want to love a slob?"
Gwen said handing me a robe from her closets.
"Mom, I'm so sorry we used your room. I told him we
shouldn't but the next thing I knew I was deep in the thrills." I said as
I put on her robe and slippers she handed me, with me then helping her to clean
up our mess, not realizing both our sets of clothes went down the laundry
chute.
"He was certainly deep, now young lady lets get you
cleaned up and we can talk while you and I share a bath." She was so calm
and had an air of dignity about her. I probably would have freaked if I saw my
son drilling for Brown Gold in another boy's butt leaving an explosive deposit
behind.
The hot water was running into her sumptuous sunken bathtub
with her adding all manner of perfumed oils to the water. She helped me take
off the robe, putting my hair up on the top of my head and then she began to
remove her clothes. Finally disrobed, she took my arm escorting me into the hot
swirling water to sit, with the water up to our necks closing my eyes loosening
up.
"Edith Darling, Carla, your mother and my best friend,
have been speaking, we are very concerned about you. I do know about the rules
that you are to abide by and flaunt constantly, in all our faces. I do know
that Kyle has been in love with you and we do know how hard it has been for you
to adjust. Is that why you're rebelling?"
"Mom, I don't know, what I do know is I have a chorus
singing in my head, please don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy. That
chorus is my old male self, drowning out my new life. If I dress femininely to
the hilt or have sex, damn they drive me up a wall and then the feminine side
takes over controlling everything. I feel I'm normal with Kyle, I feel that I
am a part of the female world. When we make love I'm truly happy that we shared
our love and when we finish I feel so dirty, so deprecated.
I'm so tired of the doctors, the shrinks and their placating
words of sympathy along with their puzzlement. Mom and dad have bills coming
out of their butts because of me. I hear the whispers of former schoolmates
calling me those hateful, despicable words of sissy, faggot or shemale, when I
see them. Kyle has been around for me just as you all have…" I lost it all
as I cried with Gwen moving over to me hugging me to her breast saying, “Edith
darling, please listen to me like you used to do. First that chorus has to be
nullified by you and only you. By your actions your mother, your sister, sister
in law and I see you as nothing but a young woman even if she's a morally
impaired young woman. Those doctor bills have been taken care of by Bart and I,
with your mother and my best friend coming to help me in my business. People
will always be cruel, they fear what they have no knowledge of, either ignore
those people or tell them like it is. Now I'm really stepping out on a limb,
Kyle would like you to be his date for the prom."
I guess I failed to point out that Ronni and Mitch eloped
without anyone supposedly knowing what they did. The marriage was also supposed
to be a secret from everyone but we all knew and told mom and dad that they
would have to tell us when they were ready.
"Prom! Me? Why me, he has the opportunity to go with any
real girl he wants." I said sitting up in the tub straight.
"Darling you are a real girl to him, us, your family
and everyone close to you. If Kyle was to come ask his father and I to accept
you as his wife and our daughter in law you bet we would but with one
condition, for us to be grandparents." Gwen said holding me closer to her
and kissing my forehead.
"Mom thanks, but marriage, children, not yet; or at
least I hope not yet. Against my better judgment, I will go to the prom but I
can't afford everything." I said after the cheers of the chorus died a bit
down in my head. One thing about Kyle's parents were that had money but they
did not believe in flaunting their wealth in other people's faces.
"Oh yes you can darling, I know you can sue me but every
picture we took with our designs helped to further enhance the credibility of
not only my designing ability but get the company new and larger accounts. Okay
I forgot to pay you as the model and spokeswoman but I did put the money away
for you for college and for other things you'd need in a trust fund. How did
you figure your parent's were paying for your courses at state? “Gwen said
smiling.
"College, I never gave it much thought, sure junior
college was a stepping stone that I could afford. Those dress designs were all
your creative ability…"
"Sure, but it took the young woman wearing them to sway
the accounts and that was you sweetheart." Gwen said just as there was a
knock on the bathroom door and Kyle walking in and Gwen saying, "Did I say
you could come in? No! Now park that butt and ask your girlfriend to the prom
Kyle."
"Mother! What's the big deal I've seen you both in the
raw. Oh the Prom, I forgot, ah…Edith will you go, I know mom already told you,
please?" I saw poor Kyle's discomfort with Gwen saying, "Yeah and you
two did more than look, which was evident by the condition of my bed along with
your state of nakedness."
"Sorry mom, I'll take the heat for what we did but
Edith hasn't answered me, please?"
"Kyle Thompson, after what we have gone through
together your mother has to ask me to be your date? I am not pleased at all
about this, but for you my dear loving friend, always at my side ………Yes! Now
get the hell out of here so we can get dressed." I said smiling and threw
a washcloth at him, as Kyle went running and yelling happily from the bathroom,
through the house with Gwen saying, "That was cruel adopted daughter of
mine, very cruel. That's okay I do the same to his father, he'll get over
it."
"And whom do you think I learned it from mother? I
learned it from every female, not as a controlling device but to tease
them." I said smiling as we left the tub, dried off and powdered each
other. Going out into the bedroom Gwen went into high speed when she realized
she placed my clothes into the wash with Kyle's clothes. I was taken into
another room adjacent to the bedroom that was set up as a design and
photography studio.
"Darling, I've always wanted a daughter to share the
things I have and you my dear are she. From now on, you will work for me as my
publicity spokeswoman and to celebrate we are all going out to dinner, you will
only wear what I design, as will your Mother, Rhonda and Sandra." Gwen
said as she busied herself gathering lingerie and clothing and taking me back
to her room.
It seemed strange that Gwen knew my sizes and was prepared
with even the right bra and cup sizes but then since my first Halloween she
seemed to keep track as my body grew through my mother. I was in sensory heaven
as I dressed in the finest of lace and silk lingerie the colors of the emerald
green I wore that first time wearing her creations. The panties, garter belt
and bra were of delicate silk and sheer lace, the half-slip and camisole was
green silk with white lace. The stockings were seamless of sheer silk that sent
me into shock as I drew them up my legs.
The skirt suit I was handed was green linen that was
embroidered and cut out to form patterns and designs and to show the briefest
of my lingerie and entice every male near me. The skirt was tight in all the
right places as I zipped it up in the back noticing the hem was just above the
knee. The jacket was long sleeved, slightly long, stopping at the hem of my
skirt, buttoning in front that showed vast amounts of décolletage leaving
nothing to a man's imagination as to what a woman's breasts looked like or
their size. My shoes were made of sexy green satin at the toe with a bow and
fastened at the ankle with a three-inch heel. When my hair, nails and makeup
were finished it was the first time in years the chorus was quiet until a green
bow was added to my hair and the complete works of emerald jewelry was added
from my ankle to the pendant emeralds in my ears. At my throat was a diamond
and emerald choker and on my right ring finger was a diamond and emerald
cocktail ring but Gwen shocked me by giving me another ring for my left ring
finger that was encrusted with baget diamonds and emeralds with the center
jewel a blue-white heart shaped cut diamond, with Gwen saying, "That was
my mother's engagement ring and just a fraction of her jewelry you're wearing
dear. I want you to have it all from me, you see I made a promise to my mother
before she died I'd give it all her jewelry to my daughter and you Edith are my
daughter."
"I can't accept any of it, I mean it was your mother's
jewelry, the sentimentality of it must be overwhelming."
"Sorry darling it's all yours, I made a promise and
you’re my daughter so don't argue with your mother, well adopted mother
anyway." Gwen said as she hugged me when there was a knock at the door
with my mom coming into the room dressed to the nines in her x backed crepe
column dress with the front slit saying, "Young lady I told you my rules,
I'm not only angry but disappointed with you. Your father is livid with anger
and is speaking to Kyle at this very moment, if he had it his way you'd be
walking down that aisle all in white."
"But Mother I'm not…"
"Bull, if you can enjoy male companionship and sex as a
woman then guess what…you are a woman! As of this day you will dress in
whatever Gwen, Marjorie, Sandra and I say you will dress in, no more of this
androgynous stuff you've been wearing, look at how beautiful you are." Mom
said as she and Gwen escorted me to the mirror with Gwen adding a dramatic
portrait hat with a wide brim of green linen and a satin hatband, bow and brim
binding. Damn, it looked sophisticated as she placed hatpins at strategic spots
to make certain the hat remain on my head. Mom handed me green satin wrist
length gloves and a green evening bag.
"She does look elegant, the men will go nuts."
Gwen said.
"Oh no, not again!" I said as I began to strip out
of the clothes when both women stopped me in my demented state with mom saying,
"Listen missy you will go out with us attired as you are. You will enjoy
yourself and let all the men adore and fantasize about you. Damnit, if you can
enjoy sex as a woman, then why can't you enjoy being a woman? Darling please
listen you are not a boy, your beautiful body was a gift, how it was created we
don't know but we do know you're beautiful."
Effectively I was trapped between my tormentors as I was
escorted down the hallway and down the stairs to the parlor. At the doorway I
froze until I was almost carried in, as Kyle let out a wolf whistle. I was
ready to run and hide until Kyle wearing a suit, vest and tie came to me,
taking my hand into his walking me to a brocaded chair making me sit.
In front of my complete family and his he went to his knee
in front of me saying, "Edith, my love, my darling, you know me better than
I even do. We've known each other since we were babies. That ring on your
finger was grandma's engagement ring that I was to give to my intended wife and
that is you. I know we're still too young and I know you want to wait until we
finish college but afterward I ask you to marry me. I already asked everyone
for their permission and they all said yes but now I ask you as a promise first
to marry me."
Here we go, out of the frying pan and into the fire, I was
dumbfounded as Kyle said those words. I had fear in my eyes like a deer has
when they're caught in the headlights of a car about to be hit by that car. My
mouth was open and dry, if I said yes it was an admission to my femininity and
if I said no that was also an admission I was a boy yet. I stared at him saying,
“Kyle do you know you're proposing to me? Are you insane? Kyle, I love you too,
but marriage, or a promise to marry? How can you be so sure? I can't give you
kids! I don't even have a vagi…"
"Edith, just a yes please." Kyle said holding my
hand in his. I looked around the room seeing the smiles on everyone's faces.
This wasn't fair! Was this a trap that was premeditated by our mothers? Would
they stoop that low? Looking at Kyle's loving face my heart melted, as I knew
that Kyle knew what he was doing. If I knew him better than he knew himself
then he knew me the same way and how stubborn I could be. Damnit why was I
placed into this position?
"Okay Kyle dear, the answer is yes with two
caveats." I said remembering that term meaning a warning or requirement as
the female chorus exploded into joyous song.
"What are they?"
"One, not until I have the final surgery, after college
graduation and two we have to live together for at least two years."
"I agree to all the caveats Mrs. Edith Evelyn
Gayle-Smythe-Thompson now let's go celebrate and I guess you will be my date to
the senior prom and graduation festivities. Damn, my fiancé is younger than me
and is in college with a double major, now that is truly humiliating" Kyle
said kissing me to the whoops and screams of delight in the room.
Both families celebrated our………engagement. What a
frightening word to me, I guess I loved Kyle…Oh hell…Yeah I loved him as much
as he loved me. The nicest outcome was that Sandra became engaged to be married
to Patrick two weeks after I was wearing that rock on my finger and Rhonda was
pregnant with her first child by Mitch.
I worked for Gwen and went to school; I went to Kyle's prom
and was introduced as his fiancé to everyone. Damn, I was always a social outcast
but those bitches really had frosted panties as they looked at my ring in envy
and at the dress Gwen had designed for me. I saw the lust they had for Kyle in
their eyes but only for his wealth. Now the guys were another matter as they
drooled about the dance floor as they all stared at me. I thought that the my
first Halloween dress was bad, yet this one left nothing to the imagination if
it wasn't for the purple thong and the black thigh highs I wouldn't have been
wearing anything at all underneath that dress probably because it was so tight.
It was bad enough that my breasts were almost out of the cups and with my C
sized breasts; they were more than enough to manage and keep the roving male
hands away.
On Kyle's graduation I was so proud of him as both families
gathered at the ceremonies, as he was the valedictorian for his class. Kyle and
I celebrated that night when he unwrapped his present in the motel room we had.
I know you want to know what his present was…Me! I wore nothing but a big red
bow. The next day we were both walking bowlegged and had red eye as he and I
really enjoyed his gift. We both took a great deal of teasing from both
mothers, Sandra and Rhonda laughing their butts off.
The cell phone was ringing that brought me back to where I
was in the hotel room. I picked up the phone and saw that Rhonda and Mitch were
returning my call on the caller ID.
"Hi Sis, how are the babies?" I said as I went to
the living room and sat down in a chair crossing my legs.
"The kids are fine auntie, Edith what's wrong? We saw
Mom and Sandi they said something was wrong."
"Sis I really screwed up this time. I miss the family
so much and this traveling sucks."
"When Gwen sold out her business that started this
crap, we miss you too.”
"No Ronni it was before that…"
"Damnit Sis, when will you ever wake up and admit you
still love Kyle. He made a mistake and so did you by walking out on him."
"I do not! He did and I didn't! Look I don't want to
argue, I was lonely and called, I'm sorry." I said as I disconnected
cutting Rhonda off. Okay I was angry that the past was brought up and the
relationship I had with Kyle was gone. Going to the computer I dialed up the
ISP and downloaded my email thank goodness there wasn't anything from corporate
and went back to bed.
In bed I tried watching a movie and I tried falling back
asleep but my thoughts were still of Kyle. In my final semester of my senior
year I went home for lunch, home was the apartment that Kyle and I shared. On
walking through the door I saw him and a female student from his classes
sharing the couch with her head buried deeply into his lap. I was so hurt at
what I saw I packed my bags and left after I kicked the little blond bitch’s
ass out the door. I threw his ring at him and left slamming the door behind me.
Finishing out the semester and graduating, I left for home
to be greeted with the news that Gwen had sold her business to some business
conglomerate. There went my life with Kyle and my apprenticeship with Gwen.
With the cost of school escalating I was forced to take out a loan that was
going to be due shortly, I had to find work and fast. I was fortunate I found a
job as quickly as I did. It was in the design world but as a corporate business
troubleshooter, a head roller that made men pee in their pants when I came to
visit them, for over two years I did their hatchet work when I was approached
by a competitor offering me a better job with more money and benefits. I
grabbed it like a fool and that was why I was here in this room alone. I had
forgotten what it was like to love or be loved. I had forgotten what it was to
be a woman. I denied myself and denied my body to the point of not fulfilling
my promise of surgery to make myself whole. I had the money available, I could
make the time, and I just couldn't see a purpose without Kyle. When we broke
up, Gwen seemed to ignore me, never returning my telephone calls. I believe in
my heart she was just as hurt as I was.
Looking at the clock I saw that it was past Six AM, I hadn't fallen asleep. For some unknown reason I quickly showered and dressed in
a white bra and panty set, white Capri slacks and a low-cut green blouse with
cap sleeves. I applied my makeup, did my hair, slipped on a pair of white
sandals and grabbed my purse heading out of the room and out to the
restaurant.
I had just seated myself when my cell phone rang with mom
being on the other end saying, "Edith, where are you?"
"Mom, I'm at the Holiday Suites having breakfast in
their restaurant." I said when she disconnected me again. What the hell
was going on? It was then I heard mom's voice saying, "There she is!"
Turning toward the voice I saw her, dad, Sandra, Rhonda,
Patrick, Mitch and saw my nieces and nephews. I was so happy I cried seeing my
family and for us to be together again. Mom was angry, according to her I was
all skin and bones, is what she said. Dad, Ronni, Sandi, Patrick and Mitch were
all just happy to see me and I them. Of course my nieces and nephews saw me as
their own personal plaything that I loved. The day was fabulous for all of us
as a family from shopping malls, movies and talking.
We decided to get babysitters for the children and just the
adults to have an evening alone. On returning to my suite I checked my email
when I saw the message for corporate that I was to call a telephone number. I
had a funny feeling I was in very deep crap but I called the number anyway.
"Hi Edith, I'm Thelma the C.E.O.'S Admin Aide. He would
like you at the inspection site at Ten AM tomorrow morning to discuss what he
wants done."
"I'm on vacation and my family is here from out of
state." I said.
"The Boss says he understands but he needs to see you
and also to bring your family, he'll be sending a car and expecting you. Oh,
one last item, please dress appropriately in a skirt suit." Thelma said
hanging up before I could say a word. This was not good thing to be visited by
the parent company president and chairman of the board of a multi
billion-dollar corporation.
Sitting down on the bed in the bedroom I heard a faint knock.
It was so light and fragile it sounded as if a child was knocking. Hurriedly I
went to the door seeing Mitch through the peephole and let him in with him
saying, "No one knows I'm here but we have to talk."
"Mitch, I think you know that we can talk by now.
What's on your mind?"
"This job you took for starters, did we do something to
you or offend you?"
"Not at all, Mitch."
"Did you know that Kyle was absolutely livid you took
the first job and then this job? Do you know he loves you? Do you care? He was
the reason you took this job, wasn't it?"
Okay he was the reason! He transferred from an Ivy League
college to be with me. Damn his father was hot with anger and blamed me for
everything. Gwen told me what he told Kyle later, I was hurt that I was the
reason he left that school. I didn't want Kyle to leave that school, I assumed
it was his decision to make and he had discussed it with Gwen and Bart.
It was also a time of many other problems for them as Gwen
was doing well with her business but her husband's business was having problems
due to some internal manipulation of the books and embezzlement. It wasn't him
but it was the Chief Financial Officer and several of the upper management that
were executing the scam. Secretly he had a private investigation firm do an
internal investigation and found out what was happening but it was too late to
do anything about the financial mess the corporation was in.
Kyle and I were living together at college in a typical
student shanty. I had embraced my female side to the utmost and dressed as
femininely as any woman did. I made a home for the both of us and I enjoyed
life with him.
In our final year after Christmas break I had come home
after classes and smelled perfume that I never wore. Kyle I knew was tutoring
other students so I never gave it a thought until closer to finals I came home
early. On opening the door I saw he was lying on the couch with some bimbo,
with her head buried in his crotch. I slammed the door, which startled them
both with her scurrying to get out of the apartment as quickly as she could as
I flung epithets at her. Kyle's excuse was that they both fell asleep as he was
helping her with her studies. We both threw words in anger with me moving out
like a fool. I should have trusted him, I should have believed him but I was
hard headed. From that day on I allowed the male chorus to have their way in my
head. I never had another relationship with a man; I never wore a dress, as my
business attire was always a mannish styled pantsuit cut for the female frame
and woman's oxfords, or pants boots. I wore little or no makeup and confused
the hell out of everyone, yet I was good at my job when I was hired. In some
respect I was mad at the entire Thompson Family sending them back the gifts
they had given me over the years. It was only the past few years that I allowed
myself to indulge to dress more femininely while not on the job.
"Mitch I won't lie to you, yes it was and quite frankly
it doesn't concern the family."
"Sis, it does concern us, we feel you ran away from us.
Damnit we weren't very close, you and I, but I love you, you're the baby of the
family and I want you to know we're here for you, just don't turn your back on
us like you did Kyle, Gwen and Bart."
"How would you feel if you saw some bimbo in Kyle's
crotch? How would Ronni feel if she caught you?"
"Ah Sis…Didn't she or mom ever tell you? Shit, both dad
and I were caught in affairs. Dad was caught with a college age babysitter when
mom was pregnant with you and I was caught with a next-door neighbor when Ronni
was pregnant with Jason. Okay we were wrong and we did the act in our own homes
in the living room. We aren't perfect both mom and Ronni had it in their hearts
to forgive us. In Kyle's case I know he told you the truth, he loved you so
much he wouldn't jeopardize that love for a brief fling. Gwen sold the business
because she intended to have you work with her but she helped Bart out with the
money from the sale. Bart almost lost his shorts, well he did sort of because
of the bankruptcy."
I was in a precarious mental state when Mitch disclosed that
dad and he had affairs. I was stupid not to have believed Kyle and ran away. I
was lost in thought when I heard another knock at my door. Slowly I walked to
the door and opened it seeing Mom, Ronni and Sandra allowing them in as I
turned my back to sit down in the chair I was in.
"Damn we came all this way just to be ignored! You dear
brother get back to the babies. The women are here to talk to Edith."
Sandra said smiling.
"Mom, Ronni………I told Edith about our indiscretions, I
had to tell her." Mitch said with Ronni going to him as he fell apart into
tears. This was the first time I had seen my own brother cry since we were all
kids. They say that confession is good for the soul; well I didn't expect
anyone's soul to be bared to me.
"It's all true what Mitch said, you dear girl are
pining for Kyle and don't you dare deny it. If we can forgive, so can
you." Mom said I gave them all a hug but kissed my brother. I told them
about the phone call and the email that I had to get a skirtsuit just as there
was another knock at my door with mom saying, "Get in your room and get
ready, we'll take care of whoever is at the door."
I heard Mitch leave and no other voices while I walked going
into the bathroom. Pulling down my Capri style slacks and panties off, I used
the commode leaving them off then noticing how quiet the suite was. Was I alone
finally? Damn I still can't believe my brother and father had romantic
interludes. Was I wrong to have left Kyle? I mean if Mom and Rhonda could
forgive their indiscretions, could I forgive Kyle? What if what Kyle told Mitch
was true and nothing did happen? Should I go back on my hands and knees to him
and apologize? I don't know! Do I still have feelings for the man I once loved?
That answer is yes I do still love him as my heart raced as I thought about
him.
Chapter 3
Walking back into the bedroom taking off my top, shoes and
bra I slipped into a shortie terry cloth robe and slippers walking out into the
seating area and stopped dead in my tracks seeing Mom, Rhonda, Sandra and Gwen.
I was floored since I had not seen her in over five years; she looked as
vibrant as always and was smiling directly at me. I ran to her and hugged her
with the both of us shedding tears of joy for several minutes with no one
speaking.
"Hey you two cut the waterworks already; you almost
have us crying too." Sandra said in a serious tone of voice.
"I guess she's happy to see me again? Damn here I
thought she was mad at me." Gwen said sniffling with her makeup ruined.
"Mom I guess I was, oh hell I was mad at everyone but I
was a fool not to listen to Kyle."
"Yes and he was a fool for not going after you, that's
called male pride in his case because he felt he was wronged by your
acquisitions and lacked trust in him and female stubbornness in your case along
with the hurt. His father and I told him he was wrong and then we had all the
financial problems."
What I found out basically that they both had bailed out the
corporation by mortgaging everything they had together without a bankruptcy.
They then sold it to another corporation that made them both very, very wealthy
and the new corporation very lucrative to investors; it was the same
corporation I now worked for.
"Dear I was hurt that you sent everything we had ever
given you back to me. To be honest with you it was the contents of that jewelry
box and some of those original designs I did for you that gave Bart a second
chance before recovering most of the money those people stole. On paper I sold
the design business to his corporation because we were running in the black,
which helped to offset Bart's corporation and make them fluid. Edith this is
yours and there has been so much more added to it, if you ever send it back to
me again we will have a real problem." Gwen said as she and my mom gave me
back the jewelry chest Gwen had given me so many years before. I was at a loss
for words and began to cry again and ran from the room to the bedroom. Once in
the room I cried even harder with mom and Gwen coming into the bedroom with
Gwen saying, "Dear please stop the crying, are you still angry at
me?" Through my blubbering I manage to say I wasn't also I managed to say
how stupid I was, how much I missed Kyle and the entire family and how taking
this job was a mistake.
"Honey do you want Bart to talk to the C.E.O.? He does
know him and maybe he could…"
"Oh please don't do that, I think I'm in enough trouble
with him. I got an email from the home office and I shot one back that I was on
vacation. The next thing I knew I had to call a cell phone number that belonged
to the Admin. Assistant of the C.E.O., then I was told to be at the job site
tomorrow to meet with him and to dress in a skirtsuit. I'm really screwed this
time, mom if I get fired can I have Sandra's and my old room back."
"Now you know better than that!" Mom said giving
me the evil eye with Gwen saying, "Or you can come live with Dad and I,
the house is so empty without Kyle."
"Without Kyle? I don't understand, where is he?"
"Oh dear, Carla didn't you tell her?" Gwen asked
going into the details of Kyle leaving the nest after a tremendous argument
after our breakup. Damnit to hell! When I screw something up I do it well. I
even managed to screw up Kyle's life that he ran from his parents.
"Where is he? Oh please tell me, damnit I love him
Mom." I yelled with mom saying, "Ah Ha! The truth finally comes out.
Now maybe if you're a nice girl, Gwen will call Kyle for you as I am sure she
has his telephone number." Gwen went to her purse and pulled out her cell
phone and hit the memory button with her saying, "Darling there is someone
here that would like to speak to you."
I was handed the cell phone saying, "Kyle, I ……"
with nothing but dead air, he disconnected me! I gave the cell phone back to
Gwen with her saying, "Edie what do you expect? You broke all our hearts
but his especially. You haven't attempted to contact any of us since the
incident happened."
"How in the hell did you think I felt when I saw your
father's bare butt and him drilling the babysitter when I was carrying you? How
do you think Ronni felt? They all do stupid things but in Kyle's case I believe
him and you jumped to conclusions." Mom said angrily to me.
"Mom that's not fair, they were both at fault, Kyle for
not telling the girl to go home and Edie for not believing and trusting
Kyle." Ronni said coming into the bedroom.
"Look, I made a mistake, but right now I have other
worries such as keeping my job tomorrow. I haven't worn a dress or a skirt or
heels in years since all this crap happened and now my meeting tomorrow I have
to wear them. Because of everything that's happened I prayed I could go back to
being a male and you know what… I can't, maybe I don't want to do so. "
Gwen hurriedly left the bedroom with mom saying, "I
think we need a girl’s night with you, so Ronni run a bath for Edith and Sandra
call the men and tell them to go eat with the children then call room service
for us and order…"
"Rose' wine please several very large bottles, I think
I'll need them." I added just as Gwen returned with her arms full clothes
bags and cases.
I was thrown into a very hot bath almost forcibly, well not
quite that bad. Once in the water I began to relax when Ronni and Sandra came
into the bathroom carrying a glass of wine for me. As I sipped the blush
colored wine Sandra sat on the floor and Ronni on the commode.
"Okay what are you both up to now?" I asked as I
sipped the wine.
"Jeez Sis, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you
sick? You’re all skin and bones." Sandra asked concerned.
"Are you kidding I wish my breasts were that
large." Ronni said.
"Okay layoff please, I eat about two meals a day but I
strive for three but you know how that goes, especially since I detest that
damn fast food crap. When I travel I sometimes stop and eat but when I get to
the hotel or motel either I'm too late to eat or I'm too tired. "
"This traveling crap is killing you! When you go there
tomorrow tell them to stick the job." Sandra said knowing full well what
my answer would be.
"Yeah, right, if I'm not fired first." I said.
"Maybe that would be the best thing to happen to
you." Ronni said just as mom and Gwen came into the bathroom with Gwen
saying, "Oh my lord, she has lost a lot of weight Carla, those suits
should fit her though."
"Ah, excuse me but she or he or what the hell is it, is
in the bathtub, would you two kindly speak to me without the analytical
observations."
"You my dear are neither a he or a what the hell is it;
you are and have been a young woman and my adopted daughter. I am also very
angry with you for not taking better care of yourself. Now come along our
meals have arrived that you can no longer afford to miss." My thoughts ran
rampant, Damnit what the hell is all this about? Okay so I forgot a few meals
here and there, so I lost some weight! Looking at everyone I asked them all to
leave and to let me relax in peace. My Chorale group sang the praises of both
mothers.
While they all trooped out of the bathroom I relaxed adding
more hot water to my bath. With my mind going back to more happier days and
times. I remembered the support he always gave me. I dreamt or daydreamed of
all the dances Kyle and I attended. I remembered every photo session with Gwen
or Kyle being present. Damnit, why didn't I hide my own insecurities and listen
to Kyle? Why didn't I believe him? He gave up so much to be with me and I
treated him like crap. He suffered through the reproofs of his father to be
with me. I should have been more supportive; now it was too late he didn't want
to talk to me. Could I repair the damage I had done? Was it too late? I had to
try after I had my meeting with the Boss in the morning.
That was another topic that I had to concentrate on. I knew
that my supervisors were all watching me; so I made sure my reports were done
correctly and all time accountable for billing purposes. Never was I tardy,
absent or took extended lunches. Never did I pad my expense account with false
charges being billed to the corporation. I wrote my reports noting my
observations with clarity and sincerity, when the axe was warranted it fell on
those that deserved to be fired with reason. When praise was to be handed out
it was reported. Since my hiring, I knew my job performance was well above the
average exceeding those standards set by the corporation.
Okay my heart wasn't really into what I did; my heart was
really into the fashion industry or Rag Trade as it was called. I loved to
choose the fabrics and design the clothes that would be on the racks and
shelves of stores everywhere for the female public to wear. I loved to choose
the accessories that would grace our styles along with the choosing of the
footwear. Damnit I truly missed doing that. I was brought out of my thoughts
when someone knocked at the door and it opened with Gwen coming inside the room
saying, "Could I come in?"
"Sure Mom, before you say anything I have to say I am
sorry for what I did to all of you. You have no idea how much I've missed
everyone, my life fell apart, I was so hurt I didn't even go to my graduation
but went right to work."
"Edie darling, I know, but Kyle was the one that was
hurt, he loved you so much, he was devastated when you left him without you
listening to his explanation."
"Don't you think I've suffered too? I denied myself
working in the industry in what I love to do, what you educated and groomed me
for. Kyle was wrong too in letting that girl remain in what we called our home.
If he was tired he should have made her leave."
"I think he knows that now but at the time he thought
you were overreacting. I agree with you that he was wrong, Bart and I told him
what we thought, and that was why he left. Now enough of this, I want you out
of that bath and eating with us, please."
I stood up after letting the water out with a towel being
handed to me. Gwen helped to dry me off and covered me with my robe, pulling me
into the seating area to join everyone. It was an enlightening time that we all
shared as we ate together between the companionship, wine, the food and the
multitude of chocolate deserts I was in feminine heaven. We laughed, giggled
and cried as we enjoyed being together with each other. Sorry to say it the
evening was enjoyable but at Ten PM I had to call it a night and kissed
everyone as they departed to their own rooms. Closing the door as they left I
went to my bedroom falling asleep in my robe with a contented smile on my face.
At Six AM I was awakened by the telephone ringing that I was
tempted to ignore until my sleep fogged brain reminded me I had a meeting that
morning. I answered the phone with the front desk wishing me a good morning in
a cheerful voice with me grunting into the receiver and hanging up on them. I
am definitely not a morning person as I rose from my rented bed, I thought just
as there was a knock at my door. Going to the door I swore as I stubbed each
and every toe I had, plus my shins not knowing how I avoided the bags and
suitcases the previous night going to bed.
Making sure my robe was closed I flung open the door
revealing a man from Room Service saying, "Good Morning Mrs. Thompson,
your mother and mother in law ordered this cart for you last night. Oh and
thank you for the gratuity. Is the seating area alright for you?" I was
about to say I wasn't a Mrs. But I just let it slide as I nodded yes and let
the man inside bring the new cart in and taking the cart from the previous
night with him he left closing the door behind him.
Going to the cart there was a card saying: Good Morning
Sweetheart, You will sit-down and eat everything on this cart or we will force
feed you. We ordered all your favorites. We love you, Mom and Mom G.
I had to admit the food looked great but I was more
interested in the coffee but I should have smelled it first, it was cafe au
lait. This I was not prepared for at all. I expected was my regular go-go juice
I was becoming afraid to check out the other plates. Okay I had to admit the
aroma of the coffee was grand and the taste superb as I said the hell with it
and sipped the chocolate flavored coffee.
Removing the closest dish cover to me I had an order of
Belgian Waffles smothered in Strawberries, chocolate shavings, piled high with
whipped cream and nuts. What was even more delicious was the melted chocolate
in and on the waffles. I was in a Woman's Nirvana or Heaven as I ate the rich
high caloric food. What I ate was a fifty-pounder meal going directly to my
hips, ass and thighs, to hell with the rabbit food and the five-mile runs. I
was feeling the cholesterol flowing through my arteries, as I stuffed my face
in glee to the rhythm of my lifting fork to shovel it all in. The whipped cream
and waffles ceased their shoveling into my mouth as I approached the half
waypoint; I was stuffed, satiated, engorged and very, very happily
chocolatized. This was my Librium, my Valium, my Deprol, Prozac and my
Thorizine all rolled into one; I was on a chocolate high when there was a knock
on my door. I didn't want to move being in my chocolate blissful, overfilled
mood until the knocks became louder and persistent.
I finally got off my butt, placed the two large chocolate
éclairs into my room fridge and answered the door seeing both Mom and Gwen with
smiles on their faces as they came through the door seeing the massacred
remnants of my breakfast meal.
"That wasn't fair you two, you knew my weakness and
exploited it." I said as they walked into the suite.
"Yep, but it was good wasn't it? It was rich,
wonderfully decadent and loaded with calories. Now let's get you ready for that
meeting." Mom said as she and Gwen escorted me to my morning shower. It
was funny that I was so calm and relaxed as I showered, honestly I didn't care
what the old asshole of a Boss wanted to do with me. Between the chocolate and
the hot water hitting me I was invigorated, I began to like myself again as my
womanly chorus sang on. I was smiling as I left the shower and dried off and
powdered my body. I was giggling as I dried my hair, brushed it out and braided
it, not giving a thought that my high was from that rich, thick substance known
as chocolate was doing this to me. Okay it was possible it wasn't, however
right now I didn't care as I braided my dried hair and giggled to myself. I
went out into my bedroom seeing that my clothes were laid out on the made up
bed that I didn't make up.
Drawing the red satin panties up my legs and the red satin
bra around my chest drawing down the full satiny and lace slip down my body, I
had almost entirely forgotten what these exquisite materials felt like on my
skin. I was pleased how sensual everything felt as I adjusted my breasts into
the cups and adjusted the slip. I was in heaven as I drew up the nude pantyhose
as they sculpted my darkly suntanned legs.
Stepping into the lined, silk shantung, red skirt I noticed
that the waist was drawn in to fit me, as I adjusted, then buttoned and zipped
it up. I was pleased as I looked at how it was cut and hung on me. The hem was
over three inches above my knee but it was business like apparel. Drawing the
Black colored, sleeveless, silk shell with the v-neck over my head felt
wondrous as it floated down my upper torso. The shell was loose but it accented
my proud bustline. At the foot of my bed were my shoes for the outfit in black
patent, three-inch heeled pumps. On putting them on I was worried as I hadn't worn
a heel this high in years but I managed to move around as gracefully as ever.
Don't even tell me wearing heels is like learning to ride a bicycle, you never
forget, that's just plain ignorant as it takes balance and finesse. I applied
my makeup and was ready.
Quickly I grabbed my double-breasted red silk jacket and
went out to the sitting area where Gwen and mom were waiting. I saw their eyes
widen as I walked into the room with Gwen coming to me with mom to help me with
my jewelry and them taking me to the mirror to look at myself. Damn I looked
great seeing a teardrop shaped ruby on a heavy gold chain between my breasts,
ruby pendant earrings in my ears, a ruby tennis bracelet on my right wrist.
They held the jacket for me as I put it on with Gwen adding a very large
brimmed straw hat to my head giving my face and me an added air of mystery.
"Mom, does she look like a boy to you?" Gwen asked
smiling with mom smiling and saying, "Not in the least mom and she better
call for the car for her meeting." I called the office I was to audit and
asked for the car to be sent stating there would be nine adults and four
children. I was informed the cars would arrive in ten minutes and the Big Boss;
the Head Honcho was already waiting for me.