Message-ID: <16473eli$9810150554@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (9/22) (Magic, TG) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tigger@alices.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <362034af.3305818@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 9 by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved. Archiving/publication of this author's work on any system that requires payment in any form is prohibited by the author and is in violation of my copyright to Chapters 7 and beyond. No archiving or redistribution of this work is permitted without this copyright attribution included, intact and complete, in the posting/archiving. A Change of Direction Chapter 15 Bronwyn sat in Laurie's library/den, wearing her own skin for a change. Ostensibly, she had been called over to "comfort" her friend after Laurie had suffered a terrible "ordeal". Now, with the cause of that ordeal sound asleep in her bed, the two women sitting behind closed doors, giggling like two adolescent girls. "You should have seen the look on his face, Laurie, right after she socked him the first one and right before the uppercut connected that put the little snot into dreamland. It was positively *priceless*." Bronwyn was all but chortling. "He thinks he is the greatest lover in the world and that no girl could possibly not want his attentions. Most of them are just afraid of him and his cronies. Before today, though, his nasty little games have always stopped well short of rape so his politician daddy has been able to keep him out of trouble. >From his perspective, I suppose, this was no different than those other times. Only this time, Jacqui disagreed with him. Forcefully!" "But why did he pick on Jacqui? I know her clothes are a little on the daring side, but we all agreed to continue that strategy as a tactic to get the males to pay attention to her a little more. I was hoping she would find one she liked enough to encourage just a little." "The nice ones all back way off when she hits them with "The Look", darling. Your daughter has very quickly mastered the fine art of cutting a young man dead with a well placed glare. This one today was trying to prove his manhood by being the one who took her down. He has all the sensitivity of ancient rock, so when she hit him with her whammy, he did not even slow down. I sensed her anxiety, fear and then her anger, and came a running, but by the time I got there, he had her backed into a corner of an empty classroom. She tried to push past him but he blocked her with his body and started running his hands over her. Next thing, I know, she has dropped her books and caught him flush on the chin with a left hook and then the upper cut. He went down like a tree. Then, she just picked up her books and left, calm as you could please. His cronies parted for her like the Red Sea. It was great." "Well, it was not so great for me when I got the call from the Principal to come pick up my daughter who was being suspended for fighting." Laurie said darkly. "I am glad you met me when I arrived so I was prepared with the basics of what really happened." Bronwyn sipped her brandy, her eyes still laughing. "You impressed the hell out your daughter in there, by the way. She was all but bubbling about how great you were when we walked way home, afterwards. So what really happened? If I believe Jacqui, you all but cut the man's heart out and fed it to him." "I was tempted, but it was nothing quite so dramatic. He was a conceited ass and all I did was trip him over his own tongue." Laurie's Story The secretary kept me waiting for ten minutes before she even called the Principal. "He's out in the halls for change of class, you know." Except he wasn't. He was in his office with Jacqui, trying to get her to confess to causing the whole mess. I know because I eavesdropped on Jacqui's public mind while I was waiting. Finally, I was ushered into the inner sanctum and this prig is seated behind his desk trying to look wise and scholarly, while Jacqui was sitting in this straight backed chair wringing her hands. "Mrs. Donovan." he said it in a very condescending tone. "I am afraid your daughter has been suspended for fighting and will not be welcome back here for four days." His smile put my teeth on edge. "I am sure you can help her correct the error of her ways in that time. We cannot permit our young women to behave in such an unattractive manner, I am sure you will understand." Since I knew the whole story from meeting with Bonnie, I decided to play along with the fatuous fool. "Oh, of course. I do hope the other young lady is not hurt?" He coughed and said something I pretended not to hear, making him repeat it again, louder this time. "It, uh, wasn't a girl. It was a boy." I raised my brows in concern. "Jacqui, are you hurt? Did he hit you, baby?" Jacqui, her face twisted in disgust. "He never laid a fist on me, Mum. He cornered me and was feeling me up under my skirt." "Under your skirt?" I turned back to the principal. "I assume he is being suspended, too?" "That is not germane to this discussion, Mrs. Donovan. Discipline in the school is my concern, not yours." I stood up and leaned over his desk. "Now you listen to me, you sanctimonious old fool. You weren't even going to suspend that boy, were you? That little punk molested my daughter in your school. I have been told that by two eye witnesses while I walked to your office." The idiot interrupted me. "I have witnesses that say her attack was unprovoked at the time and that her counter- accusations are untrue. Mrs. Donovan, if your daughter receives, shall we say, untoward remarks, it is to be expected when she dresses," he sniffed and looked down his nose at Jacqui, "in a rather obvious manner." I looked at her outfit. The skirt was a bit short, and the sweater she was wearing fit her very nicely, but there was nothing out of the ordinary for a pretty teenager. I saw red. "Why you prudish hypocrite, her outfit is attractive, but it is also completely in line with the dress code you sent home on the first day of school. Now you listen and listen well. My daughter has an unblemished record at this school, and I also believe, is very well thought of by all her teachers. If my daughter is suspended, or if I leave here without a formal apology from you, I will start making phone calls. First to my lawyer, then to the media." "My word is final on this subject, Mrs. Donovan, and you are being offensive. Please leave and take your daughter with you." He stood to open his door. "If you don't leave, I will have the security officer escort you off the grounds." I stood to leave. "Oh, I will leave. Enjoy dealing with you phone calls. Did I mention, that one of the eye witnesses was your vice principal?" He stopped me before I could get out the door with Jacqui. As you know, Thea, the vice principal, is one of us, and although she did not actually see it happening, she did "see" it. She tried to get in to talk to that fool and tell him so, but he was too busy trying to protect that kid because of his father's political connections. "Anyway," Laurie continued, "the rest was sort of anticlimactic. Thea came into the office with write-up on the incident and a list of the other witnesses. Jacqui was cleared, the kid who did it is facing expulsion, and the ones who lied to the principal are all being suspended." "It was quite the big splash on the News at Six on TV." Bronwyn commented. "Guess you decided to call it in, anyway?" Laurie laughed. The principal had been filmed running to his car, trying to escape the reporters who had gotten wind of the "sexual harassment coverup plot" at the local high school. The political angle had made it particularly juicy once the word had gotten out to the reporters just whose kid had been the harasser. Neither the principal nor the politician daddy were likely to get much public support in the near future. "But I didn't. Turns out it was the principal's secretary. Once she found out what had really happened, she'd called her sister who happens to work at the city desk of the daily paper. It just took off from there." "Well, at least it all worked out, and you made a lot of points with Jacqui, today. Besides, as you are well aware, her growth in the power follows the growth of her own self awareness as a woman. Today she became very aware of two critical factors. One is the potential vulnerability of being female, and two, that you would come running to her rescue and not doubt her story for even a minute" "As if I would." she snorted. "But I lost ground, too. She has demanded that we going shopping for jeans. She told me she has spent almost six months in skirts and she wants pants that aren't so tight she has to lay down on the floor to put on. She was doing so well in the skirts, and now this." "Don't see how you can say no to her, Laurel." Bronwyn said solemnly. "For the first time since the Transformation, she is dealing with the inherent vulnerability of her new condition. She won't catch the next guy who tries to play cute games with her by surprise, and she knows it. She is a virgin, and rape is a scary thing to contemplate. Let her have her pants, Laurel. The skirts have served a purpose, and I don't think she is going to give them up entirely. Bonnie won't let her." she added with a sly smile. Laurel sipped and closed her eyes tiredly. "Wasn't going to say no. Wouldn't do any good anyway because she swore she'd buy her own if that is what it took. Told me there'd be hell to pay if I got rid of them as I had Jack's things that first night." She paused, letting the brandy warm her insides a bit. "We will go shopping for them tomorrow since she is not going to school again until Thea tells me that little animal has been expelled. We will shop tomorrow and she can have all the trousers she needs to feel safe." "You know, Laurel, it is a good thing that she doesn't know the Transformation Spell, yet. When I walked her to her class after she clobbered that fool? There, in her public mind, was the picture of him as a Dolly Parton clone with the morals and needs of a rabbit in mating season." She grinned. "It was all I could do to keep myself from making her little wish come true." Laurie smiled at that. "I understand how she feels, but it still means that she sees the whole thing as punishment." Her voice was dejected. "Boys don't often get raped, luv, and she thought she was going to be. We will watch out for her. And that is another thing. Boys. We need a couple." The change of topic had Laurie's head spinning. "Huh? What do you mean?" "You said it yourself, earlier. You have been dressing her to get her involved with boys. It has not worked. She still cuts them dead with just a look and there are some rumors starting to fly about the halls about me and Jacqui being lesbians. Regardless of how true that is or not, it is not the reputation we want her living with just now." "Well, my little ploy worked so well she is demanding loose fitting pants as protection. What are you going to do?" "I have a couple of nice young lads all picked out for us. In fact, I have been discreetly influencing them for about two weeks now. They are growing quite infatuated with the blond bombshell and the gypsy goddess upstairs. They are going to ask us out to next week's dance and I am going to tell Jacqui that we need to accept. Camouflage, you see." She grinned mischievously. "I will even get her to be "nice" to the boy, maybe a good night kiss or two on the drive home. If it works out, and there is no reason why it should not, they can become our "steadies". I will keep them from getting too amorous by imposing some strong inhibitions on them and by giving them some very interesting dreams to keep their manly urges at a tolerable level. I might even talk Miss Priss upstairs into giving hers a friendly hand job in the back seat one night. Do her good to get her hands on a cock, again. It will also further increase her self awareness. She is repressing her sexuality and that will inhibit her growth to her full potential." Laurie listened in stunned disbelief. "You stinker." she said admiringly. "You know? It ought to work. I don't know about the sex, but she will go along with almost anything to keep on Bonnie's good side and to stay in her bed." Then maternal instinct flared and Laurie pinned Bronwyn with a stern glare. "You are sure these are *nice* boys? If they hurt her, I will turn them into harem slaves." The thought of the usually gentle and forgiving Laurel as the vengeful wicked witch made Bronwyn chuckle, but she hastened to reassure her friend. "Picked 'em myself, luv. Popular enough for our purposes with the "in" crowd, but still independent of them. Smart, polite, and good natured. Just all around nice guys - the kind you bring home to Mother." "Her first kiss, huh?" Laurie took a fortifying sip of brandy as she recalled her own first time with a boy's mouth and tongue on her own. "That ought to make it in that diary-that- is-not-a-diary of hers. Hope it's a good one!" She raised her snifter in a toast. "To young love." Chuckling, Bronwyn answered the toast with her own drink in the air. "Here, here." Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 5 months 3 days A. T. Well, the times, they are a' changing. I have a guy try to force himself on me (I don't think it would have been rape - that time), get in a fight, almost get suspended and watch my mom turn into a virago in front of my eyes. At least I have gotten some comfortable pants out of the deal. And Mom isn't laying out my outfits for me anymore, either. That is good and bad. The good is that I don't feel quite so. . . all right, I will say the word (go hide in your cave, Jack) *sexy* when I pick out my clothes. I don't know why, but Mom really seemed to have a thing for showing off my legs and figure. I have not said anything about it to her before this, because she said it was a key part of the program to get back to being male. Now, I wish I had questioned her more. Anyway, on the other hand, now I have to make sure things match. Grown up girl clothes do not come with little animals on them that you can match up to ensure that the outfit works together like little kid clothes do. She let me go a couple of days, but yesterday was more than she could stand and she let me know that the two colors I had on clashed. Today, I wore a skirt to school for the first time since the fight. Bonnie thought I looked great and gave me a big hug (she really *likes* me in short skirts - which is okay. I like the way *she* looks in them, too). Actually, wearing the skirt made me feel pretty good, too. Mostly because I *hate* the idea that something that jack ass did to me was making me change anything! Mom was proud of me, too. That helped, because in all honesty, getting out the door in that outfit (I was wearing the exact same one because it was the exact same one) was not very easy. When she told me she was proud of me, it gave me the little nudge I needed to keep from running up to my room and coming back down in jeans. The other big change is one I am not so positive about. Jack, go hide again. I am going to have a boy friend, or at least, I am going out with a boy. These two guys asked us to the dance tomorrow while we were sitting together at lunch. I was going to say no immediately, but Bonnie kicked me under the table and accepted for both of us. After they left, I started to give her hell and she shut me up quickly enough. Seems that we are too much of an item around school, and some folks have figured out that we spend a lot of time together out of school. Bonnie says her dad will freak if he finds out she likes girls and so she wants the cover of a boy friend. Says I need one, too, and those two are really nice guys from everything she has heard. I wouldn't know. I don't much listen to the kind of girl talk where guys are the main topic. Now the kicker. She says I have to encourage him, gently. I have to be nice to him. What does that mean?? Lord, not that I don't remember what Jack would have thought of as a girl being "nice" to him. (not that any girl ever did anything like that with or for me back then.) When I asked her to be more explicit, she said a kiss or two would be fine - for now. For NOW?!??!?? Oh, hell. I don't *want* to be *that* nice to a boy. End Journal Entry. **************** Laurie and Jacqui were relaxing in the living room a few days after the incident at school. Jacqui was sitting cross legged on the floor, peering at a magazine article discussing self image. She was dressed in loose shorts and a t-shirt. She looked so much like any other, ordinary teenaged woman-child that Laurie felt tears pricking at her eyes. "Mom?" The questioning tone keyed Laurie that something was bothering the girl and she looked away from the newspaper she was reading. Seeing she had her Mother's attention, Jacqui continued. "What does "acclimate" really mean?" Caught off guard by the question, Laurie considered for a moment. "Since you can use a dictionary, I assume you aren't asking for generalities, are you, dear?" Jacqui shook her head slowly. "No, I mean as in the "acclimating to being a woman" thing you said I had to do to master the Transformation thing. Frankly, I don't know what that means, and that is starting to scare me. I don't think I am ever going to be able to do that." A tear trickled down her daughter's cheek. A little frightened herself, Laurie patted the arm of the overstuffed chair she was seated in and beckoned the girl over. She was more than a little surprised when Jacqui all but scrambled over to her and sat down there, leaning down into her Mother's shoulder. "Okay, now give. What is bothering you. Specifically." She tried to keep her tone no-nonsense in the hope that would help. "Everything!" Jacqui sobbed out. Undone by having her daughter crying on her shoulder, Laurie just held the girl and let her cry. When the tears started to ebb, she said with a tart touch. "Well, "everything" certainly narrows it down." Jacqui knuckled her eyes and gave a watery giggle. "Real precise of me, wasn't it?" She took a deep breath and snuggled tighter into the chair with her Mother. "Mom, I don't think I will ever be as womanly as you are. It's like the clothes thing. I know you told me that learning to wear them and to deal with them was part of the learning process. And I have tried, Mom, but after . . after. . " her voice faltered, before coming out in a rush. "After last week at school, I am more uncomfortable with them than I was in September. And I probably ruined everything by making you get me pants, but I don't think I can wear that other stuff all the time again just now." The tears were starting to flow again. "Easy, luv. Now, let's take it from the top. The clothes were something I did to try and force you to acknowledge you were a girl. It has been partly a success, and partly a problem. However, you did your best, and for the most part, your best was pretty good. I don't think wearing slacks is going to set you back if that is what you are worried about. I have told you often enough how jealous I am of how fast you have learned the healing arts. Those are a woman's craft, dear. That should tell you how well you are doing and how far you have come." Not to mention that incredibly strong second sense you have developed, Laurie whispered to herself. "You mean it? I can wear the pants without losing ground?" "Wel.l.l.l.l..l," Laurie drew the word out teasingly. "I would not trade in your silky undies for jockey's, and it would be nice if you could dress up occasionally like you did the other day, but I think wearing jeans to school now and again won't hurt your progress, love." Then she grinned. "In fact, I know it won't." Jacqui hugged Laurie tightly, then leaned back to look at her Mother. "I was worried. This "acclimating" thing is so ill- defined. I mean, Mom, I still *look* at girls instead of guys. Girls turn me on, and guys challenge my competitive instincts. I want to be better than they are at school and stuff because they think I shouldn't be. I know you said you can't tell me what the lessons all entail, but can't you help me understand this? You are a really feminine woman. If you are the example of what I have to become, well, I just don't know if I can ever do that." Laurie nodded her understanding. She'd never had this conversation with her own Mother because by this point in her own Transition, she'd known she was never going back to being Larry. "That is a very hard question, Jacqui, because the answer is different for each one of us. My answer, or the way I live my life, won't be your answer or the way you will live your life. As the line goes, dear, you must "to thine own self be true". I think, that eventually, you will find that there will come a time when you don't fight yourself so hard. When the different perceptions and instincts implicit in being a woman will no longer seem "different" to you. Basically, you will be "acclimated" when you are happy with yourself as you are then, regardless of how that person is perceived by others." A frown furrowed the girl's smooth forehead. "But doesn't that mean that to be able to return to being Jack, I have to reach the point that I don't want to be him, anymore?" There was a touch of accusation in her voice. Laurie smiled gently to defuse her anger. "No, love, that is not what it means. It is not an "either-or" situation. Just because you are happy living one way does not mean you cannot also be happy in another, drastically different situation, too. Jacqui, the learning you have yet to undertake is not intended to deprive you of your old self, or to brainwash you so that you no longer want that for yourself. It is intended to help you find and come to like, the real woman that you, Jacqui Donovan, could have been." Should have been, came the silent whisper. "And first, you have to discover her for yourself. You had seventeen years to discover Jack, luv. I don't think you have done such a bad job with only five months to find Jacqui." Uncertainty still clouded her eyes. "You promise, none of this will take away my real choice to be Jack again? There is nothing that this discovery thing does that will force me to change how I feel about that?" Laurie hugged the girl again reassuringly. "Only you and your own free will could make that change, dear. I would never impose such a thing on you. I promise. And it won't be so very hard. I quite like the person you are becoming, dear. I think you will, too, in the fullness of time." Jacqui started to say something in response, then closed her mouth. She hugged her Mother again, then slipped off the chair and went to her room. ***************** Lancaster read the message with increasing anger. The bitches had figured out something was up and had taken action against his operations. Effective action, too, since his two targets in Atlanta and in Charlotte had suddenly become much more surveillance conscious. He could not take them now without coming to the attention of the local officials. One thing about power, though, *when* you used it is often much more important than *how much* you used. He had time. He would continue to watch the elements of the Sisterhood he had identified and bide his time. If nothing else came up, the cessation of his operations against them might give them a false sense of security. Additionally, there was still something he was missing in that situation in California. What was their name, again? Oh, yes, the Donovan women. Well, he'd would let things work for a while. The longer he waited, the stronger his Brotherhood became. Time was on his side. ~-------~ End Part 9. 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