Vicky's Secret

by

Susan Vasquez

 

I

 

We had just finished cleaning out the garage. It was the start of summer vacation and neither of us had yet found a job. So chores were the call of the day. I was over at my best friends house. His name was Brett Johnson. He was 17 and well built. He was a member of the high school swim team. He was also smart. I guess he got that from good genes. His dad worked a high level job for the government, a real big wig. His mom was a psychiatrist. Both were Ivy League graduates. No surprise their son would be following in their footsteps. Definitely a child of money. He was spoiled too, an only child. They lived in a wealthy section of town. Big house, big cars, you know the type. Brett also had his own car. They had a pool and hot tub, huge rec. room, the works.

"So how do I fit in?"

I'm Victor Wagner. Son of working middle-class parents who worked hard for their living. I didn't have even a fraction of what Brett had. I studied hard to get the good grades. As a result I didn't have time for team sports, not that I would have wanted to. I wasn't athletic or muscular. I wasn't small either. Just the kind of guy who blended into the woodwork. I dated some but nothing spectacular. Yep, still a virgin. Not that I hadn't tried but I wasn't suave and sophisticated like the jocks. In that area I was kind of clumsy. Hence the result. My parents worked a lot so I got the run of the house. I lived alone with my parents. I had an older brother finishing college and a sister who died two years ago in a car wreck. That's how I met Brett.

My family was driving home late after a party at one of my dad's friends house. We never saw the pick-up. It had hit us broadside at an intersection. The driver was drunk and now he was dead. Unfortunately not soon enough for my sister. She ended up with the guys front end in her chest. At least she didn't feel anything. I ended up in the hospital with internal injuries. My parents were just badly shaken. They're still not yet over her death.

Anyhow, it was while recuperating that Brett came to be my room-mate. He had come in with appendicitis. Being macho he had kept his mouth shut about the intestinal pains he had been having. It was only because he collapsed at swim practice that he got the attention needed. He ended up with a pretty severe infection so he convalesced with me for two weeks. We got to be good friends during that time. Seems all his friends were to busy with swim practice and meets to come to see him much. I ended up his confidant by default, a jock with a geek. Lock two kids up in a room and level the playing field, results in two good friends.

In the two years since we had become best friends. I got to spend the night almost whenever I wanted. He got a friend who wasn't too busy for him. He was still a jock and I, a geek. So here we were doing chores left for him by his parents. I didn't mind. The pay stunk but the fringe benefits were awesome. We were done for the day. It was hot. We were sweaty. There was a pool. Need I say more?

Brett said we deserved a swim. I didn't argue. Into the house we ran. I stopped when it dawned on me I had forgotten my trunks. He was in the downstairs bathroom. It had a door that opened to the patio. If you were swimming and needed to go, it was very convenient. I waited outside the door trying to think of a solution. Brett was a smaller waist size and he always wore Speedo's. I always wore shorts style trunks. I was too self conscious to ever wear a Speedo.

He came out and asked what was wrong. I explained. He said use one of mine. It's just us here. So I tried. Was that a mistake? I wasn't much developed but my poor little balls hurt. I gave up and told him so. He thought for a minute. I said his dad's would never stay on he was a big man. Suddenly a smile crossed his lips and he went into the bathroom. I followed. He pulled his mom's bikini bottom off the rack where it had been drying and tossed it to me.

"No way!" I protested. "I'm not wearing a woman's swimsuit." I was beet red embarrassed.

"Just try it." He said. "If it fits then wear it. We'll be in the pool the whole time and no one ever comes around. It's just us. It's either that or get naked." He started laughing.

I shoved him out and locked the door. I undressed and pulled them on. Great, I thought, they fit. I didn't like the bulge though so I tucked myself back. Flat front. Now I look like a girl. What the hey. I reached over and put on the top as well. Nothing to fill the cups but I still looked girlish. I looked good in his moms swimsuit. I started to get excited. Definitely uncomfortable when tucked. I pulled it back out. That made it worse. Now the bottoms tented out or Jr. peaked out over top. Neither was desirable. No choice I guess so I started to relieve myself.

I guess it's time to come clean. I have been dressing in girls clothes since I was little. Don't know why I started just did. I liked it. I had to dress every once in a while or I'd go nuts. My sister had caught me once but since we were like two peas in a pod she didn't say anything. Eventually she agreed to help me. It allowed me to be her little sister every once in a while. She loved that. At the time of her death she was helping me try to figure out why I liked being a girl so much. Her death hurt me more than it did my parents. I still dress as often as possible. My parents don't know and neither does Brett.

I was suddenly brought back to reality by Brett banging on the door. He wanted me to come out; either dressed to swim or naked to swim. I didn't want to take off the top. Jr. shrunk so I re-tucked. I took a deep breath put on a smile and opened the door.

"Tadahhhh!" I yelled raising my hands like a game show model.

He started laughing so hard he fell on the floor. I was hurt but I wasn't going to show that so I started laughing. He finally stopped and stood up. Before he could say anything I piped up. "If I gotta dress girlie then I might as well go all the way." He laughed again then suddenly stopped and ran upstairs. I called after him to find out what he was up to? He screamed, "you'll see." As fast as he left he was back. In his hands were two Nerf balls. He stuffed them into the top saying I needed a little buoyancy. I looked ridiculous. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out to the pool.

He tried to throw me in but only succeeded in putting us both in together. The balls soaked up the pool water instantly. Now I had weight to my breasts. What was really bad is that now they almost looked real. After some more kidding around we just started to have fun. About an hour later I was getting tired so I got out of the pool and sat on a lounge. He stopped swimming and just stared at me. I got self conscious and embarrassed. I turned away. He got out of the pool. He asked if I wanted something to drink. I said sure and got up to go in. He said, "that's okay, I'll get it." Then left.

That was weird. He never in the past offered to get me a drink. Usually he'd offer, then make me get them. He also looked at me funny. I laid back on the chair and waited. I was really enjoying being a girl in a bikini. It just felt good.

A few minutes later he was back. His arms were full. Soda, towels, radio and a floppy straw hat were all dumped onto the patio table. He came over and handed me a towel and the hat. It was his moms. A big floppy thing you see women wear on the beach. He said, "wear it so you don't burn." He wasn't teasing. It was like he was saying it to like his girlfriend. I put it on then he poured me a pop with ice. That too he brought over. This was getting weird. Not just because he was treating me different but because I was really liking it.

We sat talking and drinking our pop. The wind had started to kick up and storm clouds were moving in so we pick up the stuff and moved inside. I wanted to shower but when I went to the downstairs bath Brett said I should use the one in his parents room. Something about the shower leaking prevented me from using this one. Whatever. I went up to their room. It was big and beautiful. His mom had a knack for decorating. The master bath was big. The shower was a nice size. So I stepped in and started. I hadn't yet taken the bikini off. I figured what better way to rinse the chlorine out. Yea right.

I finished, stepped out and toweled off. Great no clothes I thought as I remembered I'd left them downstairs. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom I ran right into Brett. He apologized profusely. Not at all like him. I told him I had forgotten my clothes downstairs. He said they were in the wash because they were so dirty. No problem I thought I'll just wear this towel in the mean time. Brett still had that weird look on his face. I got self conscious and looked down. No wonder he looked at me like that, I had wrapped his mom's fluffy pink towel around my chest not my waist.

He had showered. He was wearing shorts and that's all. He kept looking at me as I re-adjusted the towel. He was up to something and I couldn't figure it out. We were inside now so he couldn't pitch me in the pool. I had enough of trying to guess what he was up to so I asked. He blushed. Then he asked if I had ever worn anything else feminine other than the bikini. I suspiciously asked why. Now I was worried he may have figured out my secret. No reason he just thought of it since seeing me dressed earlier. He said I looked good. Hearing that I responded," maybe. You know with my sister making me." He smiled then asked if I'd like to try it again. I hesitated. He said he'd do it as well.

"All right." I said. "But this is never ever mentioned to anyone for any reason. It's my secret!"

He agreed and proceeded into his moms walk-in closet or should I say walk-in dressing room. I followed amazed at all the clothes. There was everything, dresses, skirts, suits, slacks, shorts, and shoes. One wall was all drawers. He pointed to them and said pick out what you need. The drawers were filled with all types of lingerie and scarves and accessories. I had died and gone to heaven. Overwhelmed is what I felt. I turned to look at him. He said that I should go first. Not realizing what I was doing I didn't even respond. I just started searching. After a few minutes I had what I needed.

He followed me out to the bedroom in silence. Of course he could have been confessing to multiple murders and I would have been none the wiser. I had found a bra with built in padding and an air pillow you inflated with a straw. I put that on first. I had a little difficulty with the air chambers. But Brett quickly helped me out. It looked like he was sucking on my breasts. Too weird a feeling. Next, I carefully donned a pair of Victoria's Secret seamless pantyhose. I had been dreaming of the day I'd be able to get my own. Oh, they felt so wonderful. I was getting very aroused. I jumped when I remembered where I was and what I was doing. Then I realized Brett was watching. I think he knew what I was thinking. To distract me he asked what kind of hose did I have on.

"Vicki's." I said as I quickly drew up a pair of VS silk panties.

"Vicky's?"

"They're Victoria's Secrets seamless pantyhose." I responded.

That put me at ease again. So I continued. I finished with a short half slip. He had a big smile on his face as I declared I needed some outer wear. So I skipped into the closet. I found a cute short black skirt and a form fitting light sweater. You could still see the bra through it. I stepped into some strappy sandals with a small heel. I took a breath and stepped out.

"Your turn." I demanded trying to distract his deep gaze.

"Not yet you're not finished."

The look on my face asked the question.

"Put on make up and blow dry your hair." He answered.

I pouted but marched my sexy butt into the bath. I dried my hair into a femme look that I always used when dressed. Then went back and sat at the vanity. The makeup was as vast as the clothes but I knew what I was doing. Five minutes later Vic was gone. I had gotten so into it that it had only taken a half hour to get ready. Obviously not my first time with any of this. A fact I had forgotten to cover.

"You are so hot. You're a babe, Vic. No wait that won't work. What was it you called them? Oh yea. Vicky! You are cuter than any of the girls on the cheerleader squad. You dress better and even your makeup is better. You've done this before. You're too good at it."

Bam! Busted by my own exhilaration at an unlimited wardrobe. I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to run, to deny, to shrink and crawl away. I looked down and all I could say was, " Yes. "

"I dress all the time. I really like it." I confessed.

I was ready to cry. Brett came over and put his arm around me. I tensed up, paralyzed with fear. I thought, I don't know what I thought.

"Relax Vicky. I still like you. I don't mind that you like to dress like a girl. Gosh, you're beautiful."

He held me in his strong arms and his words so comforting. I don't know why but I started crying. Someone other than my sister now knew. Just like my sister he liked me anyway. Brett half walked, half carried me to the bed. I just buried my face into his shoulder and cried. He let me cry. He didn't say a thing. He just waited. As my sobbing subsided he raised my face to his, looking deep into my eyes. A long time passed then it happened. He kissed me. Not rough but tenderly right on my lips. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. It felt so good. We started making out. I couldn't get enough of his lips. I felt so secure in his strong arms. He then started to fondle my breasts and caress my legs. I was turning him on. He wanted me. The petting got pretty hot because soon he was putting my hand on his cock. It was big and hard. I knew what he wanted. Inside something said stop.

As I pulled my lips away he forced my head down toward it. I got scared. I mean I'm not gay. I've never done this before. Hadn't even thought of it. Well I had but the other person was a girl not a guy.

Brett had suddenly changed. He was hot and wanted completion. He no longer thought about what was happening. All he wanted was this bitch to suck him good. This hot sexy bitch!

I pushed away and fell on the floor.

He'll do her on the floor if that where she wants it.

I was scared. I screamed.

"You know you want it so why scream Vicky!" Wait not Vicky it's Vic. What had he done? Brett was surprised by himself.

I began sobbing uncontrollably.

He began to apologize profusely. To him Vic had become Vicky just another date who would give whatever he wanted. He was the jock and she just a scatter brained hunk pleaser. Another girl latching onto him for popularity.

I got up and ran into the bathroom. I wanted to run home. To get away. Outside it was pouring rain. In the mirror I saw how I was dressed. What had I gotten myself into? It was all my fault. My makeup was ruined from crying and kissing. I was a sight. I settled to the floor sobbing.

Brett couldn't believe what he had done, and to his best friend at that. He could here her sobbing. It actually broke his heart. He didn't understand why this time was different then the past. I mean besides the fact Vicky was really a guy. He felt different toward her. There it is again. Her, no him. He was as confused as his friend. He went over and knocked gently.

Vicky had no where to go. She didn't know what to do. She had no answers. She just opened the door while sitting on the floor. Brett came in. He looked down at her and saw the pain and fear in her eyes. It made him cry. The big jock was crying. He reached down to help her up. She flinched. He sat next to her on the floor then used a hand towel to wipe her face. He didn't say anything. Then he turned and left.

I looked in the mirror and walked out. Gone was my beauty. Now I looked like I really was. A boy playing dress up. Reality had come crashing down. Brett was gone. The bedroom was empty. I sat at the vanity and used remover to clean myself up, tissue after tissue removing all the paint. By the time I was done I was smiling again. It felt good to feel clean. Checking myself in the long mirror I didn't look too bad. I still felt cheap and used but I guess that's what the clothes were telling me.

I went back into the closet and stripped off the skirt and blouse. I dropped them into a nearby hamper. I looked around the clothes again and found what I needed. Gingerly I stepped into the blue jean skirt. I brought it to my waist and buttoned it. It fell nicely to my knees. Next I found a more modest knit top. It showed my curves but covered me well. I chose some slippers for my feet. Back before the mirror I liked what I saw. I looked more my age.

Still looking too much like a boy in a dress, I decided to apply a little makeup. This time I only highlighted what I had. Real light blush, some mascara, subtle eye shadow and lipstick that blended well with my natural color. A few gentle strokes with a brush and my hair looked pretty again. Back at the mirror I liked the girl I saw.

Sitting down on the bed I had to confront my emotions. I didn't like what Brett had done. I didn't like my part in it as well. I really liked Brett. The kissing was a fantasy come true. But in reality the sex scared me. I wasn't gay was I? I had always dreamed my first time would be with a girl. Someone I was really crazy about. I had weird fantasies because I was a girl as well in those dreams. I needed time to sort this out. I wanted to talk to someone. Oh how I wish Mary were still alive. My sister could always say just the right thing to help me understand. I felt alone.

I'd been sitting there quite a while just thinking when I remembered Brett. What was he up to? What was he thinking? Probably thought I was a tease. No I need to be civil. I need to give him a chance to explain. Heck I still didn't understand all that had happened. I stood, smoothed my skirt and went from room to room on the second floor looking. No Brett. As I started down the stairs the phone rang. I heard Brett talking. He was in the rec. room. I proceeded toward the sound of his voice. I was about to enter the room but instead stopped and listened. He was talking to his mom.

A moment of panic gripped me as I realized how late it was. I looked back down the hall to the grandfather clock. Six thirty it read. His mom should be pulling into the drive. Obviously she was just about home. Just calling to check if anyone was around I'm sure. Could things get any worse? She heard him finish then rise from a chair. Quickly and as quietly as possible she hurried back to the stairs. No time to go up so she turned then pretended to just be coming down as Brett came around the corner.

He was startled not expecting to see her. What an awkward moment. Vicky stood with her hands folded looking down. She didn't speak. She wouldn't look at him. And why should she after all he had just tried to rape her orally. Brett didn't move. He gazed at her longingly. He had messed up. He had strong feelings for her. And now it seemed he had blown it but good. He looked her up and down. She had changed clothes. She briefly lifted her face. Man was she hot. She had cleaned up her face and now she seemed to glow. He had to fix this. He had to say something.

"Uh, Vic.....Vicky......"

"Look I...uh....blew it. I thought you like really wanted....No.......I was wrong! I have been treating girls like that for too long. I got lost in the moment and well....I have no excuse. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. For once in my life I really regret treating a girl like a piece of meat. You're not just a fuck hole. I'm the ass hole. I deserve all your anger. I'm mad at myself. For the first time I actually find a girl I'm nuts about and I freakin treat her like trash. I don't want to loose your friendship. I've got it bad for Vicky but I don't want to loose Vic as a friend. If you don't ever want to be Vicky again I understand but don't stop being my friend Vic. If you want beat the shit out of me I won't fight back. That's what I'd do if someone treated my girl like that. So have at me I deserve it."

Vicky looked up at him.

I knew Brett and could see the sincerity in his face. He really meant it. I could haul off and beat on him till I ran out of steam and he wouldn't raise a hand. He wasn't just feeding me a line. He had bragged in the past how he could do anything he wanted with a girl. A lot of times I wondered if the girls really wanted what he had done to them. Now I knew first hand. Vic really wanted to lay into him. But that was his way not Vicky's. I walked up to him and took his hands. I would find a way to let him feel what I and all those other girls went thru. Only then would he never do it to anyone again. Looking into his eyes, I forgave him.

He could almost not contain himself. He let go of her hands and threw his arms around her. As soon as he did he let go and backed away.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry here I go again".

Vicky smiled then put her hands around the back of his neck and kissed him. She held it for a bit then let go. His smile said a lot. They walked to the kitchen. She sat on a stool. Fixed her skirt then took a deep breath.

"I guess I'm ready to be caught dressed like this by your mom."

"What do you mean?" Brett asked.

"It's late and that call was your mom wasn't it? I guess she'll be walking in any time now right?"

Brett smiled.

"No, sweetie, she called but to tell me she'll be staying at her sisters since the storm is so bad. She won't be home till tomorrow night. Dad's in DC remember so he's gone for a while as well. It's just us two all night. I mean till you need to get home. Hey are you hungry?"

"Yes, I'm famished."

Brett quickly pulled out some leftovers from the previous night. Dinner was nice and quiet. They both had a glass of wine. One of the perks of wealth, the kids get educated in the finer social graces. Brett wouldn't get in trouble. I would if my parents knew. It helped us both relax.

After dinner we went into the living room where Brett lit a fire and put on soft music. We sat arm in arm in front of the fireplace on the sofa.

"Brett, I'm not sure about all this. I mean I love being a girl and everything but I'm not sure about the sex part. Don't get me wrong you're a great kisser and all. I love making out with you. But I don't think I can enjoy anything oral or you know. Plus I'm still real nervous. You really scared me upstairs."

"Vicky you get me excited just being near you. The look of your face, your figure, the smell of your hair, even the feel of your skin. I promise not to do anything you don't want to. Besides I know you're a guy and I'm not gay."

"I'm a guy as well as a girl. So I know when you're excited you need to climax. You showed me that you can forget I'm Vic."

"You're right when you're dressed like this I don't see Vic at all. I've been a jerk around other girls. There's no justification I'm just admitting it. I forget you're really Vic when I look into those deep beautiful eyes. Man it's amazing what makeup can do...."

"Brett?" I tried to interrupt as I was feeling real uncomfortable. This was getting too serious in a direction I didn't want to go right now.

"No wait let me finish. When I got horny I would have loved to fuck you. All I saw was babe. I still see a beautiful girl but I won't make that mistake again. I'm like you with the sex thing. I wouldn't even consider it if you didn't look this good. I'm confused as all get out. It's going to take some time to sort this out. If we do go further it will only be on your terms, Okay?"

"You jerk you just make me want to do you right now in spite of my confusion. No wonder you jocks get all the girls. Now shut up and make me bark like a dog!"

The look of shock on Brett's face was too precious. He didn't know if he was coming or going. Brain freeze! I couldn't hold it and started laughing myself silly.

"Hey what gives? That wasn't very funny!"

"Oh yes it was you big jerk. Treat me like a piece of meat will you?"

With that I grabbed a pillow and fired it at his face. Direct Hit! No time to revel in the glory of the moment. I dashed off the couch and headed off into the house laughing and barking as I went. Brett wasn't stunned for long and returned fire as I disappeared into a doorway. We were like to little kids rough housing thru all the rooms. Finally he caught me in the kitchen. Turning on my feminine charms I prevented him from revenge.

We went back to the rec. room to watch a movie hand in hand. All that running and laughing left us tired and refreshed. The heaviness that had hung about the house was gone. I picked out a chick flick and tossed it to him. As he loaded it I took the opportunity to commandeer the best spot. As I sat on the couch I stretched my legs out taking up even more space. When he turned around and saw me lying on the couch he started to protest then promptly came over and sat on my gams. A little playful arguing and I gave up space. He sat and once again I stretched out my legs, now on top of his. A girls gotta get the upper hand so to speak.

He didn't object. That surprised me. Then I understood as he began caressing my legs and massaging my feet. It felt real nice so I didn't resist. The movie was good but I was very distracted by his touch. To tell you the truth he was getting me very aroused. I didn't want him to stop. A couple times I just closed my eyes and basked in the sensations. Half way into the movie I was down right turned on. I looked over at him and noticed he was no longer interested in the movie. All his attention was on my feet, calves and thighs. I also spied the tent in his shorts. No need for a repeat of earlier. I needed relief and so did he. Swinging my legs around, I stood declaring I needed to powder my nose. Trying not to look at him I headed off to the powder room.

I used his mom's upstairs. I locked the door and lowered my underwear. I was so aroused the panty and hose made it painful as I released my tucked member. It sprang to life. I had barely touched it when I got the relief needed. That felt so good. I wiped then sat to get different relief. His mother had clothing catalogs in the magazine rack by the stool. I perused them having nothing better to do while I did my business. So many pretty outfits. Unfortunately, that got me aroused again as I pictured how I might look in some of the evening wear and lingerie. This is not very lady like I thought as I worked myself to another orgasm.

I was taking some time in the bathroom on purpose. I was busy getting relief both ways so I knew Brett would be doing the same. The last thing I wanted was to walk in on him if he was still on the couch. I cleaned using the bidet. Unique experience as I'd seen them but never tried one. Then a quick search of her cabinets granted me success. I lined the panty with a maxi pad then re-tucked. Much more comfortable. I drew the hose back on then straightened the rest. That had to be enough time for studly down stairs. A glance in the mirror, something I never grew tired of and off I went.

Brett was sitting on the couch where I left him. A satisfied look on his face. Though now he had the best seat. I frowned and sat down next to him. He put his arm around me as he re-started the movie. Interesting. As Vic I would have taken a different seat like on the other side of the room. As Vicky I just naturally chose to sit with him. Enough analysis I told myself, just enjoy the show. I pulled my feet next to me and snuggled up to his shoulder. This time Brett controlled himself. I noticed and smiled to myself.

Vicky really loved making out with Brett. He was so soft and tender. They moved off the couch and onto the rug and pillows directly in front of the fire. He lay next to her wrapping his arms around her. Her aroma was intoxicating. Her skin so soft. And those legs wrapped in that luscious nylon. Their kissing became passionate but not violent. Vicky was just melting. She wanted him and he wanted her. He pulled the strap of her negligee down exposing her supple but pert breasts. He gently sucked on the nipples, kissing and caressing those lovely orbs. This just made Vicky want him more. Enter me she pleaded between moans. He carefully lowered her panties. Slowly not ruining the rhythm, he got between her legs. She looked down and saw his member come in contact with her bush. She shuddered as she felt him enter. Oh yes, yes was all she could think. Suddenly there was a flash of lite and a roar of thunder. Wow is he good. Then another. Wait a minute no ones that good.

Vicky had been dreaming. The storm outside had awakened her. She realized she had fallen asleep on Brett. They were still on the couch. She was still a boy underneath the clothes. Then she heard him breathing deeply. Asleep she figured. She felt comfortable where she was at. The television was on and the screen covered in snow. Obviously neither one had finished watching the show. The clock on the mantle read midnight.

Carefully as not to awaken Brett, she got up and made her way into the kitchen. She phoned home feeling sure his mom would be up worrying. She was but felt relieved when she heard from him. She figured he was still at the Johnson's on account of the storm. He told her he would stay the night.

With that taken care of she retrieved her clothes from the laundry went up and showered again. This time she took time to shave her body. She dried and powdered and went back to the closet where she got new underwear and hose. Before leaving she took a sexy babydoll nightgown. No sense having the night end now. Ready for bed she crept back downstairs. She quietly tiptoed over to the sleeping Brett. Stopping she threw a blanket over him. Then just as quietly went back upstairs.

After a short debate with herself she chose Mrs. Johnson's bed. After all she was dressed for the part. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. Some time during the night she felt Brett lay down next to her. Just to sleep she hoped. Soon he was snoring. Brett slept deep that night. He would get more rest than he had ever. Vicky slept deep that night too. In spite of the tactile sensations her babydoll and nylons gave her all night.

She let herself out into the early morning. It had stopped raining. The sun was just rising. She got on her bike and rode home. Vic had come over but it would be Vicky from now on. Something happened tonight. She had accepted she was a woman. What her sister had been trying to help her find out. Now all that she needed to figure out was could she be fulfilled by a man or a woman. Great she thought more confusion.

 

 

 

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