Message-ID: <16126eli$9810070531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16126.txt> From: tigger@alices.com (Tigger) Subject: RP TG: A Change of Direction (5/22) (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 X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <news@winter.news.erols.com> using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <361f9c4c.4226512@news.erols.com> A Change of Direction Part 5 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 11 Jacqui pulled her car into a parking slot set aside for seniors. Driving to school was a treat. Last year, when Jack had gotten his driver's license, Mum had insisted that he continue to take the bus with the rest of the students on his street. That had put a crimp in his plans. Offering rides home on rainy days was an easy way to get on a girl's friendly side. Jacqui did not plan to offer boys rides home anytime soon. As a one-time boy, Jacqui was well aware of the dangers inherent in that act of thoughtless kindness. Boys always tended to misinterpret such offers from girls. Jack certainly would have. One of them might decide she was coming on to him and try to take advantage of the situation and her. Whatever else might happen to her this year, boys were not on her agenda. Not like that, they weren't. The dashboard clock told her it was time to move or she'd be late for class. She got out of the car, trying to remember to move the way her Mother had been drilling her to move over the past weeks. One thing about the one inch heeled shoes Mum had laid out for her this morning - they cut down her stride so she walked more like a girl. She still tended to stride out like a boy when she forgot herself. She gathered her books and hurried off as quickly as she could in those damn shoes. She entered the building with the last of the stragglers and came up short as the enormity of it all hit her once more. She had been coming to this school all her life and now, it was different. It seemed bigger, probably because she was now five feet six inches tall instead of six feet and four inches. Anxiety, fear, and uncertainty all welled up and threatened to overwhelm her. She stopped dead in her tracks to try and regain control. --THUD-- Something crashed into her from behind and sent her sprawling onto the floor. Books and pencils went everywhere. "Hey! Why'd you stop in the middle of the floor?" Came a young, edgy female voice from above her. "Are you all right? You're not hurt, are you? I am really sorry, but you stopped right in front of me and I was rushing to not be late and..." "I am all right." Jacqui forced out, trying to stem the flood. She pushed herself to her feet and went over to where her things had ended up on the floor. Her assailant was right beside her. She knelt down to start scooping up pencils as Jacqui bent over to pick up her books. "Hey!" came the loud stage whisper. "Unless you want to show off those pretty panties to the boys, get down on your knees to do that. That skirt is too short for bending over like that." A fiery flush rose up Jacqui's face as she quickly dropped down and then spun around so her butt was to the wall. "Thanks. The skirt is my Mom's idea. I haven't worn them much, but she says it is time to learn to be more of lady." "No problem." A grin lit the gamine face. "Hey, we have to hurry. Who's your home room teacher?" "Miss Merriweather." "Hey, me, too. C'mon, I don't want detention the first day. Not by accident anyway." This time the smile was positively devilish, and Jacqui was quite enchanted. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 31 Days A. T. Jacqui's First Day at School. I let Mum take pictures for the special album I know she is doing on me. All things being what they are, it was not bad. I managed to make it through the entire day without even *once* trying to walk into the boy's rest room. I consider that a significant victory. I did miss seeing urinals, though, and it did take me a couple of minutes to figure out what that coin operated dispenser next to the door in the girl's room was for. Well, I may need tampons now, but I am damned if I am going to buy them at school. I put three of them in the bottom of my purse when I got home today. Academics look okay. I was a little worried that my brains had changed along with my body, but I still like math and science. I am glad, too, because I was really looking forward to those Advanced Placement courses in Calculus and Physics. I probably would have screamed if I had arrived at school to find out I was enrolled in Home Ec or Family Life. Thanks, Mum, I needed that. Gym was a revelation. We played around for a while with a basketball. God, that was depressing. The ball feels heavier, the hoop looks higher, I am a whole lot slower and my coordination just stinks. My shots fell short and moves that should have been graceful nearly took me off my feet because my boobs did not want to change direction with the rest of me. All that aside, I was still better than any of the other girls in the class. Ms. Williams, the gym teacher who also coaches the Girls' Basketball Team, asked me if I was going to try out for the team this year instead of cheerleading. I don't know what Mum will say about that, but I am considering it. I don't really want to be a cheerleader. Crowded into a tiny locker room with 25 girls who were changing into or out of their gym clothes, was wild. Jack went nuts. There he was, in the middle of your basic male fantasy, surrounded by wall to wall, naked and near naked T&A, and all that happened was my nipples got hard and my crotch got wet. It will make for very nice memories tonight when the lights go out, though. Wait for it, Jack. It does make me wonder, a little, how other "real" girls feel about their bodies in that kind of situation. How do they feel about themselves and each other? I mean, guys in a locker room are always checking each other out. Who has the biggest penis, who has hair on their balls, who has "scored" - things like that. I know what *I* was thinking about in that girl's locker room and I don't think those thoughts were shared by very many of the "real" girls in there. Mostly, I felt really nervous. Would I make some stupidly male remark more appropriate to a boys' locker room? I know I turned away from the group when I buttoned my blouse. Not because I was shy, but because I have not yet gotten the hang of reaching for the buttons on the correct side. I don't know how observant women are about such things, but after Mum's intensive "Girl Basics Course", I am very conscious of such little habits. I saw the other girls do it without any thought at all. I did not want them to see me fumble doing it and wonder why. Oh, and only four of the girls were wearing skirts. I am going to keep track. I want some pants that do not feel like a straight jacket! Finally, I ran into this girl, or rather, she ran into me. Bonnie or something is her name. She is new to the area and she is drop dead gorgeous. She had Jack's mental tongue hanging out. She is shorter than me, with blond hair, big blue eyes and even bigger... well, let's just say what she possesses a wonderfully large and shapely mammary development that owes nothing to any woman's foundation garment. Another nice memory from the locker room that I will put to good use later in my bed. She seems to be quite a chatterbox, but she is also pretty nice. Once she found out I was not used to wearing a short skirt, she stuck with me all day and gave me helpful little hints when I needed them. She is in all my classes. I think I may have made a friend. That makes this whole mess all a little less scary. You know, I think that is why I am still upset with Mum. This is all so darned scary. Nothing is the way it is supposed to be. I should not be deciding whether to be a basketball player or a cheerleader. I should be playing ball and dating a cheerleader. Look up a couple of paragraphs. I don't even like writing the words "my vagina" or "my pussy" on paper so I wrote "my crotch", instead, but that does not alter the fact that I have one - I really, truly have a vagina and everything else that goes with that. I am completely out of step with everything that used to be my world. It is like I was a blind man (ok, blind woman) and someone came into my house and moved all my furniture around. I know I am still home, but I keep bumping into things that aren't quite where or what they should be. And I don't even have a cane to wave in front of me as I walk along so I have to bang my shins into everything. I guess I am just afraid. End Journal Entry ************** "You did not tell me she was a bloody mathematical and scientific genius, Laurel." Absolute disgust tinged every syllable. "Do you know how hard I am going to have to work to keep from being academically removed from all those courses I so blithely signed up for?" "Not your favorite things, Bronwyn?" there was a suppressed giggle in Laurie's voice. "No! I barely made it through geometry when I was in high school and I swore, then and there, that I would never touch a math book again. I see math symbols and I get hot flashes. Don't you dare laugh, blast it!" A coughing sound punctuated Laurie's attempt not to laugh. Bronwyn glared at her. She had arrived earlier, wearing her own body, for a little chat with Jacqui's Mom. "Well, you did not ask before you offered yourself for the job. Why don't you just eavesdrop on Jacqui's public mind during tests? She always got straight A's. Miss enough of the questions not to get yourselves accused of cheating, but still pass easily." Bronwyn grimaced. "I will have to, I think. Anyway, my real purpose for coming here as Bronwyn is to discuss a couple of observations. First, I am beginning to question the wisdom of her ultra-feminine wardrobe. She does not deal with it well and I am afraid it may make her withdraw. If she doesn't connect with the other kids in her class because she is so self conscious, she will never develop any real female friendships." Laurie closed her eyes in frustration. "It was a deviation from what my Mother did with me. She let me find my own way, fashion wise, after she Transformed me. However, I had already finished high school and had time to learn to deal with all the little mannerisms and restrictions of women's clothing. In Jacqui's case, I had my promise to help her change back as quickly as possible to consider. I thought having her dress very femininely, very strikingly would sort of be like shock therapy for her. That it would get her in the proper frame of mind about her new body much more quickly. The alternative was to let her live in sweaters, T-shirts and jeans at school, because she would not know anything about how to live in women's clothing by the time school started." "Too little time," Bronwyn mused. "She simply did not have any time alone with herself after the Transformation." "You will recall, Bronwyn, that the issue of timing was discussed, somewhat heatedly. The alternative we considered was to wait until after Jack had finished high school. I was worried that he would not have enough experience in his female identity to feel comfortable at school, but in the end, the general concern about the imminence of the coming conflict won out. We decided to Transform him as soon as possible so that Jacqui would be ready to join us as soon as possible." Bronwyn frowned, considering. "Well, that is 20-20 hindsight, now. I don't know if waiting would have made things any better. I could wish, however, that she had more time in her Transformed situation before she had to face her new peers. She is *very* self conscious about her looks, and she has to *think* about even the most casual movement. We are going to have to watch this, Laurie, and adjust her wardrobe if things don't turn around for her." Laurie wearily nodded her agreement. "I am not saying your decision was wrong, luv, only that we need to be ready to respond if she continues to be so uncomfortable or if she shows signs of withdrawing further into herself." Bronwyn took a sip of her drink before continuing. "My other mission may help preclude that, too. After watching her today in gym class, I think you need to get a basketball hoop put up here so that Jacqui can practice. I don't think the cheerleader thing is going to fly. She is not going to acclimate quickly enough to be able to fit in with those young women in that environment. I doubt she will even make the squad, no matter what influence we may try to help her. On the other hand, playing on the basketball team will still give her the opportunity to interact with other girls, but in situations that her still changing instincts can deal with from her previous experiences as an athlete. It would also give her something she can use to relieve stress. A couple of times today she got so wired I gave her a little mental nudge to relax her." Laurie sighed. "Okay. When the Sisterhood discussed the specifics of her Transformation, we decided that it would be best to give her a clean break with that part of her life. That was the reason we opted for the cheerleading thing, to fill in the empty spot in her life and to give her a social standing with the other girls at the school." Bronwyn nodded. "I remember, but at the time, we could not have anticipated the situation we are forced to deal with now. She needs something familiar to give her back some mental balance, and to help center her." Laurie agreed and was about to say more when Jacqui slipped into the room. She was obviously fresh from her bath, and wore her robe wrapped about her nightgown. A towel turban wrapped around her hair threatened to come loose. Laurie stood and came over to adjust it for her daughter. "Mum? I am going to go up to bed, now. Long first day at school. I am bushed." "All right, darling. Before you go, I would like you to meet Ms. Bronwyn Llewellyn. She is an old college friend of mine who just moved to the area." Jacqui offered her hand to Bronwyn the way her Mother had prescribed when meeting another woman and then smiled a greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Jacqui. I hope I can be your friend, too." A strange look fluttered across Jacqui's face and she stared at Bronwyn for a moment longer than politeness dictated before smiling again. "I can always use another friend. Well, I need some sleep." She leaned over and gave Laurie a pecking kiss on the cheek. "Night, Mum. Sleep well." She was out the door before a stunned Laurie could respond. "Laurel, what is it? What is the matter?" Tears were streaming down Laurie's eyes. "That was the first time she has kissed me. Since the moment of her Transformation, Jacqui has never kissed me and she did it just now because she had an audience, not because she still loves me or wanted to kiss me." Bronwyn stood to hold her longtime friend. "I think you are wrong. I think she kissed you because I was here to distract her and she forgot she wants to be angry with you. In that moment, her real feelings came out. She still loves you, Laurel. She has come a long way in the last few weeks." "Goddess, I hope you are right." So do I, Bronwyn thought as she held Laurie. So do I. Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 32 A. T. Mom put up a backboard and hoop for me. I got home from school just as the workmen were leaving. They even painted out a regulation half-court onto the pavement around the basket. Mum offered to play me a game of one-on-one, telling me that since she'd been a girl longer than I had, she would eat my lunch because I was still so "ungraceful". I murdered her, but it was a gentle death. I wonder why she did it? End Journal Entry Excerpt from the Journal of Miss Jacqui Donovan 42 days A. T. My period started again today. _DAMMIT_! End Journal Entry End Part 5. 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