Sunday, November 24
Let's see.... What happened this week?
Oh yeah, well, Monday, all of the sister wives broke out in giggles every time we saw each other. Maddy was completely red-faced, but still giggling. I cornered her on the way to class and said, "So, sister Maddy, how'd church go yesterday?"
She erupted in laughter. "How'd you know? All of our teen Sunday school group was about chastity. The teachers couldn't use the word masturbation' but they were fixed on trying to teach us not to do that without telling us what it was. They kept using terms like self abuse' and they used the Old Testament story of Onan to tell us that we would die if we did that."
"Did I tell you about the woman who named her pet Parrot `Onan' because he kept spilling his seed on the ground?"
"Oh, Christy, you're funny!"
"Hey, new topic, did you hear that they're still trying to make a Barbie movie? I just heard that Margo Robbie is now going to be in it."
"REALLY? My parents won't let me see anything she's done. They say she's either too dirty or too violent."
"Yeah, well, Suicide Squad was a real violent mess. I can't believe my Mom let me see that. And Wolf of Wall Street may be the filthiest movie I've ever seen -- I snuck into Mom's Netflix account one night and watched it. But she's really a funny actress, and she'd be perfect as Barbie."
"I thought Amy Schumer was going to do that."
"Yeah, and Anne Hathaway."
"Ohhhh... I lived her in Princess Diaries."
"You know, Maddy, you look a LOT like Anne Hathaway."
"REALLY???? Ohh, you're so sweet. Thank you!!!
"Well, it's true. Hey, here we are," I said, as we passed Maddy's classroom. "I'll see you later?" It was more of a question than a comment.
"Yeah. Lunch?"
"No can do -- Mr. Mac is going crazy over the play. Gotta do that. But we'll figure something out. Maybe over Thanksgiving?"
"I'll call you tonite. Thanksgiving meal is a big deal at our house, but then the rest of the weekend sucks. Maybe I could come over Friday or Saturday?"
"I'm sure. Call me."
That night, Maddy called. I had a much better idea of our Thanksgiving weekend plans. Carlos was going to be out of town (sob) but Becca was going to be home from school, flying in Wednesday night. Aunt Lilly and Jason were coming over for Thanksgiving Day. Our tradition was to get up early in the morning and have a sinfully rich breakfast, then start cooking with the Macy's Parade in the background. In other words, Thursday was a tightly scheduled minuet.
But, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were all wide open. Maddy told me that at her house, boredom set in on Friday as her Dad and her brothers and any other male in the neighborhood binge-watched football. Women were expected to cook and stay out of the way, in a Stepford Wife sort of way. We made a date for Maddy to come over on Friday. She wanted to spend the night, but was pretty sure her overly-conservative parents wouldn't totally go for that. Whatever.
On Tuesday I went to see Ms. Hargrove. Normally, that's a Thursday thing, but with this being Thanksgiving, and such...
Anyway, I still think of her as Ms. Weasley in my head.
I flopped down on the regular soft fluffy chair and she got right into the questions. "Christy, what have you been up to since I saw you last?"
I gave her the whole story of the girls sleepover, with the Maddy, and how Maddy was repressed, and how we showed her some videos and gave her a safe space to learn to self pleasure herself. Explaining all that took me close to half the session.
Ms. Hargrave just listening intently, and when I was done, she sat back in her chair, closed her eyes for a minute, and then said, "Christy, that's terrifically advanced stuff for a bunch of 9th graders, don't you thiink?"
"Yes, ma'am, but what else could we do? I mean, our friend has --- or had -- some terrifically bad ideas about where babies come from and how to take care of her growing urges."
"Christy, how did YOU feel about all of this? How did you view this discussion given your obvious biological differences?"
"Ms. Hargrave, you know, maybe 95 percent of the time, I don't even remember I have a penis down there. My friends are the same." I told her about the joke about me watching the show `for future reference' and she laughed. "Seriously, my close friends all treat me like one of the girls, and that's great with me. Sure, Maddy's parents don't quite know how to take me, but they're trying. The rest of the parents hardly notice me."
I then told her about attending church on Sunday and how Dr. Strange wanted me to get outside of my comfort zone. She nodded about all of that.
"How about Carlos. Have you been seeing him?"
And that let me to tell her about our `date' on the sofa and how I went down on him and how he reached inside my panties and played with my ass and it almost made me cum right there with him.
"Do you think you could handle that? Many cis-girls in that.... Ahhh... position... reach under themselves and bring themselves off while I they're doing their partners. You could store a tissue down there to catch any mess. Be sure to discretely put a small tube of some hand lotion on the end table next to Carlos. If he is as bright as you say he is, he'll get the message and use the lotion on his fingers to be sure he doesn't bruise or tear your bottom."
I just nodded. She was giving me two great ideas to spice up the scene the next time Carlos and I were together.
Wednesday was nearly a waste of time at school, except that Carlos told me his family's out of town plans had changed and now he was going to be back by Saturday morning. He wanted to know if there was some way he and I could `get together'. I eagerly nodded, and figured Mom and Becca would cut us some slack on Saturday afternoon.
Wednesday afternoon, Mom and I shopped for the final things for Thanksgiving dinner. It was kinda nice to just `go out shopping' in my school uniform like any other girl. Pretty much every girl in school had now augmented the standard uniform with black tights, so while Maddy might look like a young Anne Hathaway, I looked like a reddish-blond Mia Thermopolis BEFORE her transformation. Nonetheless, it was great to get out and just be a girl.
We went to the airport to meet Becca's 8pm flight. She came running down the escalator to baggage claim and ran straight to the two of us with a big hug. Then she stood back, holding my hands in hers, and just looking at me up and down. I had changed into jeans and a sweater, but was unmistakably in girl mode with my nails colored, makeup, my hair in a hair band (and a few inches longer than she'd seen me before) and a decidedly more girlish figure with my padded bra. She was smiling broadly, and after a moment, said, "Chris....oh, it's Christy now... wow... I really always thought you were more girl than boy. Now look at you. Seriously. You are the sister I wanted all along. Now, tomorrow, we're going to work on your hair and nails. I have some ideas already."
We giggled like the sisters we were, and I helped her with her checked luggage and we bonded for the parking garage. On the way home, I told her I had Maddy coming over on Friday and maybe the two of them could work as a team. I also mentioned Carlos, and she wanted to hear all about him, so we gabbed for the entire ride.
On Thursday morning, Mom, Becca, and I pigged out for breakfast. Aunt Lilly and Jason came over about mid-morning, and we all started cooking. Everyone has a dish to contribute and we all managed without getting in each other's way.
Jason, Becca, and I flopped in front of the TV in the family room right off the kitchen as soon as our respective contributions were in the oven. Jason finally commented on how much my look had changed since September, the last time he'd seen me.
Becca chimed in, "You think you've seen a change! Hell, Christy was a boy when I left for school."
Jason laughed and said, "Christy was never a boy. Maybe she was pretending to be a boy, but she wasn't pulling it off very well."
I feigned anger and hopped p from the sofa, put my fists on my waist, and said, "Oh yeah! I'll have you two to know I'm in the drama club now. If I decide to act like a boy, I'll be a damned good one!"
Jason smiled and me said, "Christy, are you now a drama queen' or is drama princess' the right term?"
I thought Becca was doing to split her side over that one. Just then, Mom yelled for Becca to come help, leaving Jason and I alone in the family room. Jason asked me, "So, yo seeing anyone?"
"Yeah," I said, "A guy at my school named Carlos. He's your age.".
"I figured you'd end up with a boyfriend."
"You sound disappointed."
"No, no, I'm not. I mean, you and I are buddies. I'm here for you, but I see you like what, every 2 months?"
"Yeah, that's not gonna work. How `bout you? Girlfriend?"
"No one steady. Seeing a couple of girls at my high school. Not a big thing."
"Yeah."
Just then, Mom and Aunt Lilly paged us, too, to help with setting the table and such. Before we knew it, we'd eaten like pigs again and were all laying around with distended bellies. The rest of the day faded away.
Friday, per the plan, Maddy's Mom dropped her off mid-morning. Her Mom came in for a few minutes to have coffee with my mom. She'd never met Becca, and frankly I don't think Maddy's mom fully trusted a household with a trans girl daughter. But, seeing Becca and me as normal enough looking sisters and the leftovers from a traditional Thanksgiving dinner (as opposed to, maybe, some kind of pagan lesbian rituals or something like that) and an actual cup of normal coffee (again... what... sheep's blood?) gave her some comfort. She said she'd be back for Maddy mid-afternoon.
Becca was half-way awake, but was eager to play the `Christy makeover' game. "Little sister, we're going to work on your hair and nails and makeup. You're barely half-way presentable as is, and we need to do SOMETHING with your unruly mop of what you call hair."
Admittedly, I'd been letting it grow out for a couple of months, and it resembled more of a birds nest than a head of hair. I'd started using hair bands to keep it from flying all over the place, but clearly something had to be done.
Becca said, "Little sister, you and Maddy have some coffee. I'm going to the drugstore and I'll be back in 15 minutes."
Maddy and I just shrugged and headed for the kitchen. Becca grabbed Mom's car keys and ran out the door. Sure enough, 15 minutes later, Becca came running back in with a big bag. She looked at me and said, "you head for your bedroom and put on some shorts and an old t-shirt. Maddy and I will be there in 5 minutes."
I did as I was told. I felt a bit naked without a bra on even under my t-shirt, but I did as I was told. Becca and Maddy came in and we all crowded into my bathroom. Becca put a towel around my shoulders and neck like I was going to get my hair cut, and reached into the bag for the very first ingredient.
"This is Clairol Nice and Easy Copper Blond. It's a shade darker that what yo have now, and will look great with what else we're going to do." She mixed up the chemicals and started spreading a pasty like substance all thru my hair. At this point, Maddy was into the game. She'd pulled on an old white t-shirt to match the one Becca was wearing, and had put on long rubber gloves. When Becca motioned, Maddy started massaging the elixir into my scalp.
"Now, sit here for 20 minutes. I'll turn on some music and we can talk about boys or something." Maddy just giggled at that, and Becca started a 20 minute monologue on her college dating life, much to Maddy's amusement.
When the 20 minute beeper went off, Becca handed me two more bottles --- one said relaxing shampoo' and the other relaxing conditioner' and she said, "now, head for the shower, and DO NOT blow dry your hair. Just wrap it in a towel and we'll meet you in your bedroom in 15 minutes."
This makeover boot camp was turning into real work!
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in my bedroom at my dressing table with a towel wrapped around my bod and another wrapped around my head. Becca came in with yet ANOTHER t-shirt draped over her arm, and said, "First, let's look at your hair." She carefully removed the towel, and yes, it was a lot smoother than before, but still wet. She gently towel dried my hair, but only for a minute. Then she tossed the towel away and began drying my hair with the old white t-shirt. "This is an old trick, passed down from generation to generation of girls living in college dorms who end up with frizzy hair an hour before a date. The best way to get your hair smoothed is at a salon, and we may end up doing that next week, but for now, a t-shirt will do less damage to your hair than a towel.
After a few minutes of gentle drying with the t-shirt, she set it aside, gently combed my hair, and let it air dry.
"Now, for your nails. Maddy, the floor is yours."
Maddy reached into the drug store bag and pulled out a bottle of polish that roughly matched the copper hair color. She then sat next to me, and gently worked my cuticles and nails with acetone remover. Once she had my nails all prepped, she applied a base coat of nail strengthened to each nail and set them aside to dry.
My hair was slowly getting dry, so Becca took over with a curling iron, my hair dryer on very low, and a styling brush. Before I could blink, my hair was transformed into a copper red with the most wonderful curls!
Maddy jumped in again with my nail final coat, and then the two of them took turns on my face. After a while, Becca spun my chair around so that I could see the finished product. I barely recognized myself. I wasn't the Christy I knew anymore. I was the Christy I was hoping to become! I started crying, and Becca and Maddy were all smiles with me!
I shoo'd them away and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I headed downstairs, and Mom was flabbergasted. She looked at me, and then looked at Maddy and Becca, and said, "That is the most wonderful transformation I have ever seen! You girls have worked miracles!
We spent the rest of the day just gabbing about everything and nothing at all. I reminded Mom and Becca that Carlos was coming over tomorrow. The two of them gave each other a knowing smile and nod, and Mom said, "Yes, I think tomorrow would be a great day for Becca and I go to shopping for some more winter clothes for school."
Maddy's Mom came by about 3, and commented about my new hair color. Maddy told her how she and Becca had spent the morning managing my makeover. Her Mom seemed to be pleased with the results, which is the closest I've seen to her approving of me.
I went to bed wondering how I'd get everything to look the same for Carlos. I shouldn't have worried, because Becca was up with me in the morning and made sure I was beautiful before Carlos arrived. I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, because I didn't want to rub it in for Mom and Becca that Carlos and I were going to get nasty together, but they probably knew anyway. Plus, I knew how much Carlos liked to unwrap his presents. Underneath, I was wearing a plain white t-shirt bra and the cutest little white panties I owned, stuffed in the crotch with tissue just in case I needed it. On the end table downstairs, next to the sofa, I discretely left a small tube of very slick hand lotion, also just in case.
Before long, Carlos rang the doorbell, and Mom and Becca led him in. I was up in my bedroom, and could hear Becca say, "I'll go get Christy. She's upstairs getting ready." Becca bonded into my bedroom, and said, "Wow, everything yo said about him is true. He's a hottie!" I took a slow walk down the staircase just to let Carlos get a good look at what was coming. He smiled, and I could tell we were going to have a great time.
Mom and Becca were shortly out the door, leaving Carlos and I to the basement. He grabbed a seat, but I walked over in front of him, sat him his lap, and took the aggressive role by throwing my arms around his neck and lowering my mouth to his. He wrapped his arms around me, and we spent the next... I don't know how long.. just simply making out. He tasted so wonderful and his face felt so soft under my touch. His hand in the front of me slowly worked it's way down to the hem of my t-shirt and before long, he had my little, `under develolpment' right breast cupped in his hand. His other hand reached under the back of my shirt to unsnap my bra. With one quick pull, my t-shirt and bra were suddenly on the floor next to us.
I used this break in the action to stand up in front of him, and without missing a beat, he unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, lowering them to below my knees. I took them the rest of the way, stepping out of them, and sat back on his lap to renew my attack on his mouth.
After a few minutes, the inevitable that I'd longed for all week rose to the occasion. I slipped off his lap, lay on my belly next to him, and unfastened his jeans. Out popped the object of my affection, and I hungrily gobbled it all in my wet mouth.
Apparently, Carlos had seen the lotion on the table. I don't know whether he read my mind, or just thought this up on his own, and I don't care, but I cold sense him squirting a little bit of the lotion on his middle finger, and then sliding his hand under the waistband of my panties. Rather than the dry finger of last week, I now felt a smooth, wet finger massaging the crack of my ass.
This shot me into a frenzy, and he could tell it I'm sure. I used one hand to help with his cock, and then slid my other hand down underneath me to gently massage my own little toy. He and I were now of one mind, and his wet finger not only massaged my little butt hole, but actually slid in at least a knuckle. I'd never felt anything like that before, and it was so hot and erotic that I thought I was going to cum in an instant. I tried to stay focused on his cock, but he could tell I was being overtaken by his attention. He helped me out by grabbing my hair with his free hand and moving my head up and down on his cock. I just let my head go limp so that he could use me as he wanted to.
After hardly any time, I felt his cock start to spasm and my mouth filling up with his warm cum. I began to spasm myself, and just let my body do its thing without even thinking about it.
The rest of the night was a blur. I know we lay there for what seemed like hours. I finally got up and straightened up a bit so that he and I could at least make a presence when Mom and Becca came home. I remember running up to my bedroom to straighten out my smudged makeup, put on clean panties, and comb my hair. Carlos and I just hugged on the sofa for a while, and I dreamed of the day that he and I could do this in my bed rather than on the sofa.
This morning we we three went to church, Becca knew a few of the girls her age, and reinforced the facade that yes, I'd always been her sister, Christy. Mom and I put her on an airplane back to school that afternoon, and I went to the youth group meeting, that evening, which was apparently just an opportunity to pig out on pizza and ice cream (apparently good Episcopalian teens need plenty of pimples) and listen to two 17 year old boys play guitar and talk about some kind of ski trip in January.
And I came home and wrote this. And now I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed.