Message-ID: <16474eli$9810150556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (10/22) (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: <3624354e.3465710@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 10 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 Pace Chapter 16 Laurie surveyed the utter chaos in Jacqui's room with a benignly maternal mein. The room looked like a tornado had struck her daughter's closet and armoire and had deposited every single garment the girl owned in the middle of the room. Bright colors splashed every square inch of horizontal space in the room and hung from most of the handy vertical pieces of furniture. "Has this room been ransacked by some arch thief searching for the Maltese Falcon, or perhaps a super spy searching for the classified designs of your new secret weapon?" she asked, as much to let Jacqui know she was there as to poke fun at the girl. "Moo-oom!" Jacqui responded, managing to add a few syllables to the name in her distress. "What *am* I going to wear, tonight?" "Well, you are going dancing, luv. I would wear something that was easy to move in. This," and she picked up clingy, mini-skirted knit dress, "would let you kick up your heels and look pretty at the same time." The look on her daughter's face held more than a little bit of fear in it. "But, but, .. it's so . . . . short." Mine field, Laurie realized. Maybe Bronwyn had pushed this too fast and too soon after the incident at school. Sighing, she moved through the rainbow of colors. "I guess you could wear these jeans. I understand that many girls do wear jeans at dances these days." The look of abject despair on Jacqui's face pulled at her mother's heart. "Bonnie said I couldn't. She is wearing a dress, so I have to wear one, too." And I still have not bought you anything that is middle of the road, have I, Jacqui, her mother silently sympathized. I wanted you to constantly aware of you womanliness, and your clothes tended to reinforce that. The only things you have that aren't intended to put you in the spotlight are the jeans you demanded last week. Looks like I put you in a pickle. "Sit down, Jacqui." She said as she cleared a spot on the bed for them both. Dejectedly, Jacqui plopped down beside her Mother. "Now listen to me. Bonnie is your friend, and I am your Mother. You don't have to wear a dress if it really bothers you. First dates are tough for all girls, but especially for folks like you and me who did not grow up thinking of boys *that* way." "I don't want to disappoint Bonnie, but I don't have anything I feel . . . " she searched for a word, "comfortable wearing." Laurie heard the word she meant to say, that she had nothing she felt safe wearing. "I don't have a chastity belt for you, darling. . . " "MOM!!!" The girl flushed bright red at the thought and at the fact that her Mother had read her so clearly. Laurie put a finger to Jacqui's lips to shush her. "You did not let me finish, love, but I do have something that might help. I will go get it while you find the longest, fullest dress or skirt you have." She stood and left before the girl could ask her what she was up to. In her own bedroom, Laurie found what she was looking for and hurried back to the room. Darn Bronwyn, anyway, she should not have pushed the girl so hard. And darn herself, too, for not foreseeing the need for her daughter to look nice without looking too sexy. They should have been ecstatic just to get her out on a date with a male, but no, Bronwyn had to go for the home run and make her feel femininely vulnerable, again. She returned to the room to find Jacqui standing in front of the mirror holding the same outfit Laurie had first suggested. *That* was the longest skirt she owned?? No wonder she was in a panic, Laurie thought to herself. "Here, put this on. It will be a bit small on you because it is mine and you are taller and more rounded than your dear old Mom." The garment she held out was white and looked like running shorts. Carefully, Jacqui took the proffered item and looked at it. "What is it?" she finally asked in confusion. "Something you don't really need, luv, so I did not buy you any. It is a long line panty girdle. I use it when I am stalking to keep gravity from winning, but you can use it as a pretend chastity belt. They are bloody hard to get on and off, so even if you find out you like boys, you won't find your panties down around your ankles before you are really ready to take them down yourself." At that, Jacqui's face darkened and Laurie raised a hand to forestall the deluge she saw coming. "I *know* you don't intend to have that happen, dear, but I have to be honest with you. One aspect of the Transformation is that you are a very excitable young woman. I wanted you to enjoy your sexuality, so I .... well, I gave you a little help." "Gee, thanks a whole lot, Mother." was Jacqui's disgusted response. "You're welcome, I'm sure," was Laurie's cheeky response. "Now, toddle off to the bathroom and do your business. You are not going to want to be fighting your way into and out of this thing all night." She smacked her daughter's panty-ed bottom to hurry her along. She was ready just in time. She wore pantyhose since Laurie did not have any regular stockings that were short enough for the panty girdle, and her one inch heeled pumps. The knit dress looked great on her, showing off her high breasts and narrow waist perfectly. That boy was going to be in terminal lust before the night was over. Laurie had helped her with making up her face, using a somewhat heavier hand than Bronwyn had taught the girl. It was a dance, after all, and it would be dark in the gym so she'd need the extra color and definition. At least, that is what she told Jacqui. She'd approved of the young man, too. Marcus Arnold was tall, maybe six feet one or so, and he dressed nicely in slacks, loafers and a knit pullover. His manners were excellent and he made real points with Laurie when he complimented her daughter by comparing her with her mom. A quick, magical reading of the boy showed that there was no malice in him; he was simply a nice young man looking forward to a good time with a very pretty girl. Bronwyn had chosen well. Teary-eyed, Laurie had waved to them as they drove off. She'd wait up for them, but she would only show herself if she sensed any upset or panic in her daughter. She'd run the boy off then, but if everything went well, tomorrow was soon enough to try and share those little "first date" mother/daughter confidences. The car Marcus was driving had bucket seats, a center console and *no* back-seat. At least, Jacqui thought, I won't have to worry about getting caught in that old cliche. Marcus tried to make conversation with her on the trip, but she was so nervous, she answered in monosyllables, if at all. At school, he rushed around the car to open her door and hand her out. She smiled in appreciation for the gallant move, but not for the reason he probably assumed. It was darned hard to move in the girdle. There was no way she would have gracefully managed getting out of the low slung car without his help. As it was, she only barely missed flashing him before she remembered to spin both her legs out the door and to keep them together while she stood. Again, she regretted the promise she'd made Bonnie that she'd wear a dress or skirt tonight. He offered her his arm, and it took her a moment to realize that she was supposed to put her arm in his for the walk to the door. As she walked beside him, she wondered at the size difference between the two of them. Jack had almost always been taller than his friends. Being so close to someone so much taller than her was a very new experience. Since her Transformation, she mostly spent time with her Mom and with Bonnie, and they were shorter than she was. Even on the team, only a few of the girls were really taller than she was and she did not get all that close to them. They entered the darkened, noisy gym. The music was loud and the kids were louder. Marcus said something to her and she could not hear him. He yelled in her ear "Do.... You.... Want.....to.....Dance?" Hell no, she thought frantically. Swallowing hard, she looked at the dance floor and realized it was the fast kind of dance kids like, with very little body contact. Closing her eyes, she nodded her agreement. He gently took her hand and led her out into the milling throng of dancing kids. Dancing was a little harder than she remembered from her boy- days. First, she was in heels, and no matter how low they were, they *were* heels. She made sure she kept her balance first and the beat second. Besides, the rapid, athletic style of movement she had preferred on the dance floor as Jack did not suit her current stature, build or dress. Surreptitiously, she glanced around at the nearby dancers until she found another girl dressed in heels and a skirt dancing nearby. Using the girl as her model, Jacqui began learning how to dance like the girl she was instead of the boy she had been. We forgot this part of it, Mom, she thought ruefully, and then another, scarier thought hit. Whatever was she going to do when they started slow dancing? What little of that she'd done, she'd done as a guy and guys led. Should she claim not to know how to dance that way? The turn of her mind kept her from really enjoying the dancing. When that set ended, she asked (yelled) if they could take a short respite so she could go to the lady's room. On the way there, she was intercepted by Bonnie who went in with her. "How's it going, girl? Isn't he a great guy?" Bonnie bubbled, trying to figure out how it was *really* going. "It's okay, I guess. I don't know how to dance, but I am faking it on the hip-hop stuff. Don't know what I am gonna do when we slow dance." Bonnie grinned easily, trying to relax the girl. "That's easy. Just hold on to him, go where he pulls you, and try to keep your feet out from under his." Remembering Jack's own attempts at crushing a girl's toe, Jacqui laughed nervously. Maybe that was all it would take. "Well, I will try, but if he hits the same toe three times, I will accidently nail his little toe with my heel." He remembered a girl doing that to Jack, too. Bonnie came out of the stall and finished refreshing her makeup. "Aren't you going to use the convenience? It is going to be a long night." Jacqui simply shook her head and rubbed her belly with one hand as she moved to the door. "Can't. All locked in." and she sailed out into the hall where Marcus awaited her anxiously. "Locked in?" Bronwyn asked herself and then thought, Laurie, what have you done? Her own date, Jeremy was waiting for her. She'd have to talk to her young charge again later to find out what the story was. In the end, it was a case of the "best laid plans of mice, men and witches oft times go a leigh." Bronwyn never caught up with Jacqui again that night, having to use some mighty quick foot work to keep her own toes intact. She saw Jacqui leaving on Marcus' arm as the teachers were trying to herd the kids out so that they could go home, too. At least she had been smiling up at the boy as they walked to the car. Now, if only the last "good night" went well. Once she had talked with Bonnie, Jacqui had stopped fretting so much. The girdle, for all the discomfort it caused her, would be ample protection against any improprieties she did not welcome. The music was great and she'd always loved dancing. Even the slow dancing was okay, and toward the end of that, she had decided that being held close against a big strong warm body had possibilities she had not considered before. And Marcus had not stepped on her toes even once. He was a much better dancer than she was or than Jack had ever been. The evening had flown by. When the two of them weren't dancing, they would step out into the hall for a refreshment or a chat. She discovered that Marcus was an English Major, which explained why she did not see him in her science oriented classes, and that he was going to Washington State for college. He wrestled instead of playing basketball, and he liked tennis for recreation. It was also very obvious that he liked Jacqui, too, and surprisingly, that did not bother her as she had thought it would. Eventually, the dance had come to a close and with that had ended her short idyll. Now, driving back toward the sanctuary of her house, she started worrying about the kiss Bonnie had insisted she bestow on her gallant escort. Do girls really kiss on the first date, she thought in a mild panic. Bonnie had insisted that they do. "It's only four lips touching, idiot. You and I do it all the time. You seem to like it well enough." Had been Bonnie's scathing comment when Jacqui had initially bridled at the idea of kissing Marcus. Yeah, Bonnie, but you are a girl and he's a boy, and part of me still thinks like a boy. In the end, she convinced herself that she would "tough it out". As he had at the school, Marcus had nearly fallen in his dash to open her car door when they pulled up next to the darkened house. There were no interior lights on, but Mum had left the porch light on for her. Jacqui managed a more dignified exit from the car this time and found herself standing very close to Marcus once she gained her feet. His hand still held hers as she looked up into his face. She had no where to go, just then, for the car blocked her retreat and his body blocked her advance. This, then, was her moment of truth. By now, Jacqui had a reading on Marcus and knew him to be a decent and gentle guy. All she had to do was let him know that he was too damned close and pushing too hard for a first date and he'd back off in an instant. But she'd promised Bonnie. . . Shyly, she rose up on her tip-toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Marcus," her whisper was raspy with her nerves. "I had a wonderful time." Taking her kiss as an invitation, Marcus clumsily wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He brought his lips down on to hers and made a very sloppy attempt at a more intimate, mature kiss. His tongue swept her lips. Involuntarily, her arms came up around his neck and she returned the kiss, dueling with her own tongue. A dog barking next door, startled the two deeply involved teens and they broke apart. Staring at one another, they simply stood there unmoving for several seconds. Finally, Jacqui broke the silence. "I should be going in." "I will walk you to the door." Marcus answered, his tone brooking no argument. She gave him her arm and allowed herself to be led to the door. She took her key from her purse and then unlocked and opened the door. She started to go in, when she stopped suddenly and moved up to kiss him once more, this time on the mouth. "Good night, Marcus. Thank you again." Shocked at herself, Jacqui quickly closed the door and all but ran up the stairs to her room, not seeing the smiling Laurie standing in the deep shadows of the darkened front room. Well, Bronwyn, she thought happily, looks like you won your gamble again. Very pleased with the night's work, Laurie settled herself on the couch to wait for her daughter to fall asleep. No sense letting her know that Mom was watching out for her when she was being so brave. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 5 months 4 almost 5 days A. T. I have survived my first date with a boy with my virtue and sanity intact. Actually, it was a really good time once I stopped worrying about being a girl and just had some fun. If I was going to write like a girl, I would say that Marcus was sweet. Well, he was, Jack. I did not even need that blasted foundation garment from hell Mom found for me. Having it was nice, though. I felt much safer in it when I left for the dance. I am not sure I would have been able to get out of the house without it, unless I wore pants. I, Jacqui Donovan, do hereby swear that I will not let Bonnie Davis talk me into any more promises that scare the hell out of me. Wearing skirts to dances. Going out with boys. Kissing boys. God, what will the girl come up with next. Actually, the kissing wasn't so bad. He was really shy about it. I think if I had said "boo" to him, he'd have fainted. The strange thing is that I *think* I was really the one in control. Or I was until my brain shutdown. Good thing that dog barked or I might have been trying to figure out how to get out of that panty girdle. Now there is a very honest and very scary bit of truth. Mom told me that Transformation Spell she cast has given me, now how shall I put this delicately, an enhanced enthusiasm for sexual adventure. More bluntly put, I am going to have to be very careful in the future because as I found out tonight, I have tendencies toward being easy. Being smaller than a guy has some distinctly interesting aspects to it. For one thing, I felt. . . .protected(?) by him when he held me tonight. New feeling for me because I have never felt anything like it before. Not a bad feeling, I think, just different. Well, if he asks me out again, I am going to go. I am going to have to think about that damned panty girdle, though. Might be smart to wear it a few more times, particularly if he kisses like that all the time. I am going to have to find out if that was beginner's luck, I think. He has nice eyes. I like him. Damn, Bonnie is going to crow about this. She was so sure she was right. The fact that she was makes me want to spit. Can't she be wrong about this girl stuff - just once so I will know she is human? End Journal entry. **************** Bronwyn sipped the tea that Laurie had prepared. "So the "locked in" was a girdle? And she wore it because she did not feel safe in that dress? Lord, Laurel, she did not have to wear something that provocative just because I made her promise not to wear trousers. Couldn't you talk her into something in between?" "She... uh, she doesn't have anything "in-between", Bron. That was chosen as the longest skirt she has. I must admit that I have gone overboard making her dress like a very girly girl when I first outfitted her." "No lie!" was Bronwyn's emphatic response. "I never knew. She needs other clothes, then, Laurel. She needs women's clothes that she doesn't feel exposed in and that are still obviously feminine." "I know. I asked her to come shopping with me this weekend. I let her believe it was for me, so we won't be going to the youth oriented boutiques I dragged her to last summer. She'll relax and we will find things she likes wearing, hopefully." Laurie sipped her own tea. "She liked the kiss, by the way. She would not come right out and say it, but by the scarlet blush that covered her when I asked about it, she must have liked it a lot." "Good. That bit of self knowledge should help her. How is her training coming?" "Great. She just soaks it up, and she has a very gentle touch with healing." A sly grin stole across her features. "My periods have not been this easy since my own Mother passed over. She is also very strong. And she anticipates knowledge. I mean, she is very intuitive. Sometimes I think she already knows what it is I intend to teach her." "What about other magic? Illusions and such?" "I haven't started those yet. As you know, those skills are not the strengths of my craft and I have been practicing them first. It is too bad she can't take that teaching from you. I think you would do much better with her than I will in those areas." "Two problems with that. One, the Sisterhood tradition is that a Mother teaches her Transformed child. I could get around that one, but the other one is a harder nut. If she is intuitive as you say she is, I don't want her around Bronwyn Llewellyn enough to see something that reminds her of Bonnie Davis. Not yet, anyway. That is reason I have not been around here as often lately." "True. I'll start in a couple of months. There is time. What is on your agenda for her?" "More boy-stuff. She needs to keep exploring that aspect of her personality and it is best that I help keep young Marcus on a fairly tight leash for her. I may have done my work too well with him, because I think he is falling for our Jacqui and falling hard." "Is that a problem? It was nice when the boy who gave me Jack liked me a lot." "Not a problem, but your impregnator was on his way to the Viet Nam war and you were able to move away and disappear after you "caught". Marcus is going to want to marry the girl. It is the way his mind works. He is the honorable, responsible sort. We'll just have to move the two of you somewhere else if he does become the one who gives her the baby she will need to master the Transformation Spell." Laurie's shoulders slumped a bit at that news. "I have liked living here, but if that is what is best for Jacqui, then we will move." It was a long standing tradition with the Sisterhood that the fathers of their children never knew of their existence. Men tended to take a dim view of their sons suddenly being Transformed into daughters. In most cases, the Sisters arranged "accidents" so that they could "die". Then, they would alter their appearance and move elsewhere to raise their child and to continue the Sisterhood. "Well, no need to do anything about it right away. He is good for her right now, and she evidently likes him. She may find someone else while he is away at college. We will wait and see for now." Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 6 months, 2 days A. T. This intuition stuff is really starting to get to me, again. When is something intuition and when is it paranoia?? Case in point. Mom's friend Bronwyn. When I first met her, she said she wanted to be my friend, but lately it seems that whenever I get home and she is here, she immediately has to leave. Like I said... Paranoia, probably. But it just keeps . . . . tickling at me. And I have this deja vu kind of sensation. It sounds like one of Jack's tired old lines, but I feel like asking her if we've met before. We probably have, now that I think about it. She is an old college chum of Mom's which means I might have met her years ago, when I was really little. It is just that this intuition thing is so bloody nebulous. It's there and it's not. You *feel* something, and then when you look for whatever it is, there is nothing to *look* at. I feel like I am searching for the monster under the bed, sometimes. On a similar issue, I have been playing chess with Marcus. He is a fairly good player for an English major. No match for Jack, but more than good enough to give Jacqui a run for her money. I don't think I am going to repeat as school district chess champion. I can beat Marcus, usually, and I always clobber him when we play a speed game. I have spent a bit of time analyzing my game lately. Fortunately, my memory is still nearly eidetic, so I have reconstructed all my games. My openings and my end games are just fine. In fact, my end game, if anything, is better. I seem to have this killer instinct that I did not have before. Maybe the female is deadlier than the male. It is the middle game where I get into trouble. If I can't clear the board quickly and force a confrontation; if my opponent forces a strategic battle for position with an eye towards winning by a pawn or some such, I get beaten pretty much every time. Holding more than three or four moves in my head now is really difficult. I seem to find too many other things to attract my attention. The other problem is that I am *slow* in that situation. I would have defaulted one game on time limit if my opponent at the chess club had not put me out of my misery on his previous move. No, the only reason I will be in the tournament in March is because I am defending champion. The players at school now know better than to get into a speed match with me and the ones with a mature middle game can cripple my end game thrusts. Oh well. 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