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A Losing Season - An Alternative Ending to Seasons of Change
Part VI
by Tigger
Copyright 1998

Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted
provided that no fee be charged, either directly or indirectly
(this includes so-called "adult checks") *and* provided that
this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are
maintained intact.

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons
of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989.  This story is
archived in its entirety at:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Joel_Lawrence

This story represents an alternative ending to Mr. Lawrence's
story.  It is essentially a parallel universe story where
things start out the same, but follow a much different path
than the one portrayed in the original story. 

A Losing Season: Chapter 22.  The Committee

"More tea, Carolyn, or perhaps another cake?" Michelle asked
as she reached for the elegant Limoges tea pot on the tray in
front of her.  She was in the front parlor of Jane's house,
seated in an antique, straight backed chair.  She was under
the microscope, knew it, and strangely enough, was beginning
to enjoy it.

"No, thank you, Michelle.  I am fine for now." said Carolyn. 
She, along with Sandy, Jane and Brenda Franson were seated
across from Michelle on the large sofa and love seat. 
Michelle had spent the last thirty minutes acting as hostess
for this small tea party, as Jane explained the purpose of the
meeting and what she proposed for them to do for her ward.

Brenda set down her cup and looked first at Jane, and then at
Michelle.  "Well, that is a remarkable story, Jane.  As to
what you want us to do, well, I am not sure about that.  I
have some concerns about this undertaking and I think I need
to talk to you privately about those."

Before Jane could respond, Michelle interposed herself into
the conversation.  "You are worried, Ms. Franson, about me . .
.about the fact that I tried to kill myself." she said flatly. 
It was not really a question, but Michelle got her answer when
the woman went white and looked away.  "It is something I am
trying to face myself.  In all honesty, I don't know what to
tell you, except that I am getting professional help in that
arena, and that my therapist does not think I am at risk.  If
you like, I will call her and tell her to discuss my case with
you openly, the same as she does with Aunt Jane."

Brenda stared at the person her mind told her was a seventeen
year old boy, but whom every sense told her was a beautiful,
elegantly turned out and poised young lady.  Finally, she
spoke.  "If you don't mind, Michelle, I would still like to
talk to your Aunt, but I will say that your offer has relieved
me somewhat." 

Michelle nodded, smiling her understanding.

"Well, I for one, don't see the big deal, Jane.  Aside from
playing such a dirty trick on another woman, getting this one
to pass that way shouldn't be any trouble at all as long as
she doesn't hit a growth spurt.  I told you I thought she was
the prettiest, most passable sissy you ever brought in to the
shop."

"*Not* a sissy, Sandra." was Jane's quelling response.  "We
are going far beyond the simple disguises that were enough
when the goal was to tease and torment an overblown adolescent
male ego.  Michelle is going to become a female impersonator
who can pass in any company, any situation."

A lascivious smile crossed Sandy's lips and she slanted a
thoroughly mean look at Michelle.  "*Any* situation, Jane?  I
know some guys who. ."

"Sandra!" Jane snapped.  "If you cannot or will not help with
this then you may leave.  We are here to help.  I asked you
here because you are the best at what you do, and because we
might have gone too far and contributed to what Michelle went
through that night.  Do you want to help or not?"

Sandy looked disappointed at the no-nonsense tone of Jane's
rebuff, but finally agreed.  "Although I cannot promise not to
forget and slip in a little jab every now and then.  I'm gonna
know who you are under all the satin and lace, and my teasing
is just something I've always done." She sighed.

Michelle thought about that and nodded.  "I can handle that,
Sandy."

Jane spoke up.  "As long as they *are* only slip ups and only
every now and then, Sandra.  Too many, too often and we will
have to reconsider the project.  Now, can Michelle count on
you?"

"All right, count me in.  Just smack me along side my head if
I get out line, Chellie."

Eyebrows lifting in surprise at the nickname, Michelle
grinned.  "Why I would absolutely *love* to, Sandy." and then
her voice slipped in the sly tones she had learned by
mimicking Jane at her sweetest and most insincere.  "Almost
makes me wish you do slip up every now and then."  

All of the women gawked at the femininely garbed young man.
Caro almost choked on a swallow of hot tea.  Sandy, however,
burst out laughing.  "Well, I guess that shows me, girl.  I
think I will be even more careful around you now than I would
have after Jane's threats."

"Oh, don't bother to go to any trouble on my account, Sandy."
Michelle responded sweetly.  

"Well." Caro interjected, trying to regain her composure.  "I
am in, too.  And I have a suggestion.  I think Michelle should
become a regular at my Wednesday classes for the local girls
on grooming and cosmetics."  Michelle's frown as she recalled
her last experience with that little gathering.  Regardless of
the fact that she herself had been thinking this might be a
good idea, returning to a situation that had been so. . .
frightening was more than a bit daunting.  Still, she settled
herself to listen with an open mind and said nothing. She just
kept her full attention focused on Carolyn.

"Well, I think it would have several positive effects.  First
of all, although you have learned that last lesson very well,
that particular style is not always appropriate.  You need to
know how to tone it down for looking professionally competent,
or how to lay it on without looking cheap when you are going
out on a date or to a party."

Now it was Michelle's turn to gawk. "Date?" her voice rose an
octave. "Party?  Who said anything about dating and
parties?!?"

"Males are a very big part of any near-adult female's life,
Michelle.  If you avoid them, that will be noticed.  You won't
be cloistered in Jane's house any more; taken out only on
specific excursions that are carefully planned to help you
remain undetected as a cross dressed male.  You will, as I
understand it, be learning to be a lady, a woman.  That means
functioning on your own, among other people who are not in on
the game.  And people *will* notice you.  As Sandy tried to
say, you make a very attractive girl and I suspect you will be
beautiful before we are done.  If you don't seem to do the
things that girls your age do, it will start gossip.  The
kindest of which would be that you are repressed and frigid. 
They might even decide that you and Jane have a same sex
relationship and that could make life very difficult,
particularly if someone calls in social services since you are
still a minor."

Jane nodded.  "Girls do tend to make friends with other girls,
and girls date boys, Michelle.  Men are something you need to
learn to deal with if you are going to present yourself to
your Mother.  When David leaves, we can have him come back as
himself by times to give you an "older man" boyfriend so that
you don't have to get *too* intimate with the boys you date. 
You can always claim you are in a committed relationship.

Caro nodded. "That works.  One thing we need to deal with is
why our young miss is not in school when we get into the
fall."

"I have been thinking about that, Carolyn." Michelle said
quietly.  "I have an idea that should explain both that as
well as why I wear wigs, in case I am ever seen without one
until my hair grows back.  Suppose I was ill before I came
here.  I don't know, some type of parasite that required a
treatment like the chemotherapy they use for cancer. Right
now, I am on a carefully managed program of diet and exercise
to help slowly get my stamina back, but it looks like I will
return to school after Christmas.  That way, it can be
Michelle leaving for boarding school so Michael can come back,
or Michelle going to school here."

"That will work." Jane said, a touch of admiration in her
voice.  "And I can make the cover story even better.  I know a
couple of doctors and someone in social services who will help
us with such documentation.  I have had to do something like
this in the past to keep my girls out of the truant officer's
clutches.  And since I am a certified teacher, we can home
school you during the remainder of your "recovery"."

Everyone seemed pleased with that solution, although Michelle
remained a little dubious about the dating-boys thing.  Still,
she had to agree with Caro's and Jane's rationale, as much as
she would have liked to be able to punch holes in their
arguments.

Defeated, Michelle shrugged and forced a smile on to her face. 
"Guess I will see you Wednesday afternoon, Caro."

A Losing Season: Chapter 23.  Making Up with Caro and Sandy

Michelle hesitated outside the door to Marisha Chalet.  The
odors of shampoo, hair coloring and hair dressing assailed her
nostrils.  It was not a pleasant smell and it brought back
even less pleasant memories.

Michael really wondered if he really wanted to try to pass in
the company of a gaggle of real girls.  Michelle cursed softly
under her breath.  This was the first time in weeks that she
had slipped up, even in her mind, and thought of herself as
Michael, or in the masculine tense.  It probably had a lot to
do with knowing that all the girls in there have been girls
since birth, while Michelle had not.  Unconsciously, she was
comparing herself to them and finding herself lacking in some
way - hence the backslide in self imaging.  He'd. . . .dammit,
*she'd* have to watch that in the future - particularly here.

And she had decided it *was* important to come here, although
her reasons were not precisely those given by Jane and Caro. 
Michelle needed to observe girls her own age so that she could
learn to act more them.  On careful reflection, she'd come to
the conclusion that her Michelle persona might be too mature
for her age, given that Jane was her principal feminine role
model.  That was certainly all right for tea parties and
formal events, but not for being out and about in less
structured situations.

A gentle hand came down on Michelle's shoulder making her jump
away, ready to scream.  "Easy, Michelle." came the quiet voice
of Carolyn.  "I saw you standing outside as I was returning
from my lunch."  She guided the girl away from the door and
walked her down the street a few blocks.  "Having second
thoughts?" she asked kindly.

"Try third, fourth and fifth, Carolyn." Michelle answered with
a self deprecating laugh.  "I did not think it would be so
hard, but I keep thinking that if anyone is going to see
through my masquerade, it is likely to be another girl."

"That's probably true, but I think I can help there.  Last
time I put you in the spotlight.  Of course, before I did that
to you, I made very sure you were looking very feminine *and*
feeling very submissive.  You were so terrified and
circumspect that was never any real threat of exposure.  I
won't be putting in the spotlight today."

"Thank god!" 

Carolyn laughed.  "I will have to tell Jane about that little
outburst for your green book, darling.  Now, what we'll do is
let you just be in the class, around the edges.  You won't
have their attention focused on you.  You'll be able to get
used to them and they will get used to thinking of you as a
girl.  Once they've accepted that mental image of you, you
will be able to take a more active role . . . . . again." she
added with a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

Shaking her head, Michelle refused to rise to the bait. 
"Sounds like a plan, Caro." she answered with a relieved sigh.

"Ready, now?" the kindness was back in Caro's voice and that
was what decided Michelle as much or more than her other
arguments.  She nodded, her eyes closed, making Carolyn
chuckle. "Okay, c'mon.  They really are a good bunch."

Michelle fervently hoped so as she let the older woman lead
her into the shop.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
August 19 - Day 34

Dear Diary

Well, I have survived my first *voluntary* class on feminine
grooming at the Chalet.  It was . . . okay.  I guess. 
Actually, what it was  . . . was damned uncomfortable.  For a
variety of reasons.

The first is the most obvious.  Regardless of Caro's help and
comments to the contrary, I was still certain that I'd be
unmasked at some point during the afternoon.  That does not
tend to make one feel very serene.

The second reason is that Caro was not quite square with me
when she talked me into the shop.  You see, while she did in
fact let me sit in the background during the demonstration
phase, she neglected to tell me that she had added a practice
session.  So I got to make up another girl after she made me
up.  Which means that I spent the better part of an hour in
very close quarters with Anna, a very striking girl of Italian
descent.  And the lovely Anna was looking at me, practically
through a microscope, trying to find the slightest of
imperfections.  I suspect that since she was concentrating so
closely at my face, she did not notice the *key* imperfection.

Which is the third reason.  These are all very pretty girls,
and the part of Michelle that is definitely Michael wants to
date (among other less gentlemanly behaviors) them.  

sigh. . .I guess this means wearing a gaff to Wednesday make
up class.  Ouch.

Still, on the bright side, once we got to the show-and-tell
portion of Caro's session, Anna and Michelle and the rest of
the group had all become friends.  We got to laugh with each
other as Caro pointed out our little failures and helped us
fix them.  The other girls loosened up when they saw Anna take
to me.  I think that, up until then, they thought I was more
than a bit snooty because of the way I did not chat or stick
around after that first time when Caro used me for a
demonstration dummy.

Actually, I did quite well on Anna.  Caro only pointed out a
couple of minor things that needed to be fixed.  I don't think
that it will be quite that easy to put on myself, however. 
But I will practice and I will master this, too.  

I wonder, though, if that was the truth or if Carolyn had
another motivation.

You are sounding suspicious and paranoid, again, Ms. Nash.

Yup.  I am.

Michelle Nash

~------------~

"You're kidding me, Carolyn. Tell me you did not really do
that."  Jane said into the phone, a gleeful smile on her face.

"I most assuredly did, Jane.  There was absolutely no way she
was going to be read in this group, so I decided to help her
get past this shyness around other girls. Thought the poor
dear was going to jump out of her panties or make a mad dash
to the door when I told them to split up into twosomes and
practice this style on each other."

"I don't doubt it for a minute.  How did you keep Michelle
from bolting?"

A smug chuckle came across the line.  "Paired her off with the
prettiest girl in the class.  Michelle was quite enamored of
her, too.  I think she got uncomfortably excited by having
Anna so close and fussing over her."

"Any ramifications?  Did she give you hell afterwards?"

"No, not really.  I think she was still too smitten by Anna to
be very angry or upset with me.  And she did hang around the
shop for a few minutes after everyone else had left. 
Personally, I think she was dealing with some unsightly
swelling and had to wait for it to go down."

"Poor Michelle." Jane chuckled.  "So, besides your little
victory over her shy reticence, how did Michelle do in the
class?"

"Very well.  Surprisingly well, in fact.  She has a knack for
being able to physically reproduce precisely almost any
technique once she has seen it done, so she got the basics
down quickly.  She also has an unusually good eye for color
and made some substitutions more suitable to Anna's skin tones
than the ones I had used on the girl I demonstrated on.  And
she did not even ask if she should."

"A natural, eh?"

"Well, I don't think we will have to show her how to do
anything more than once.   Jane, I have to run.  See you
later, okay?"

"Bye, Carolyn, and thanks."

~--------------~

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
August 21 - Day 36

Dear Diary

I just get my pulse rate back to normal after Caro's little
stunt of putting me nose to nose with the lovely Anna, and now
this.

Anna just called.  Seems she is having a party tomorrow night
at her parents house, and she wanted to know if I could come
on such short notice. Sort of a last fling before school
reopens. She even tried to entice me by promising that some of
the best looking guys in the area would be attending.

Joy, oh Joy.

I didn't think I could say no, but I did dutifully ask Aunt
Jane hoping for assistance from that corner.  Of course, she
let me down and told me to have a "wonderful time".

Joy, oh Joy, again.

Well, fortunately, Anna's parents will be home, which means
that things should not get out of hand.  Ought to be a safe
first introduction.

Oh, and this reminded Jane that I was supposed to be getting
dance lessons.  So next week, I am enrolled at a dance studio
downtown to learn ballroom style dancing.  Cripes, I don't
know how to dance like a guy leading the girl, and now I am
supposed to learn to dance the female part.

This has not been one of my better days.  The one bright side
is that I don't need to go shopping.  I already have a very
nice party dress that will work just fine.

I wish I had thought to ask if Beth could come, but it is too
late now.  Besides, she probably would not want to go anymore
than I do, and Jane would side with her on this.  Jane has
really eased up on Beth since the incident and the acceptance
letter.  I am not looking forward to being here alone with
Jane, either.

Darn.

Michelle Nash

~------------~

Jane stood in the front foyer, all but tapping her toe in
impatience.  Where *was* the girl, she fumed silently.  They
were going to be late getting her to this party.

And Jane was determined that Michelle was going to attend. 
She needed interaction with people her own age.  More than
that, she needed to learn how to deal with young men her own
age if they had any prayer of achieving their aims.  It would
not be a much of a problem except for one small point.  As
Sandy had said, Michelle was the prettiest student she had
ever had.  Although she might wish to deny it, the girl was,
quite literally, a head turner, and she was going to attract
boys.  This party, particularly since it was going to be
tightly chaperoned (Jane had called to check), was a
relatively safe first step.

Another check at her watch and Jane was striding up the
stairs.  She came to Michelle's room and was about to knock
when she noticed the door was open.  Upon entering, she saw no
sign of her ward, other than the fact that the light summer
weight party dress was still hanging on the door of the
armoire.  A quick check of the hallway revealed a light
peaking out from under the bathroom door.  As Jane approached
the door, she heard a gagging, retching noise coming from the
bathroom.

Jane had learned early in her career of reforming young men
that locks on the doors of her students' rooms and bathrooms
were a nuisance.  Particularly when one of the little dears
would lock themselves inside and refuse to come out after or
before one of Jane's little scenarios.  She could always get
in, of course, but that often required tools and time.  The
easiest solution had been to reverse the doorknobs, so that
the rooms locked from the outside, but not from the inside. 
This had the additional benefit of keeping a recalcitrant
sissy where Jane put him until Jane was ready to deal with
him.

Although Jane had given Michelle back the privacy of her own
room, she had neglected to do the same with the bathroom she
shared with Beth.  Another bout of retching noises had Jane
opening the door and rushing in.  There was Michelle,
outfitted in her party lingerie, kneeling in front of the
toilet trying to vomit.  "Trying" being the operative word
because it was patently obvious her stomach was empty and she
was suffering from a bad case of dry heaves.
  
The spasms passed and Michelle's body relaxed.  She sat back
on her heels and then realized she was not alone.  "Oh, no!"
she moaned.  "On top of everything else, I have to deal with
knowing you saw me like this."  

Without responding, Jane filled a glass with water and handed
it to her.  Michelle started to rise, but Jane stopped her.
"Stay there a minute.  Rinse your mouth and then sip the water
slowly.  Even if it doesn't stay down, it will give your poor
stomach something to send up."

Cautiously, Michelle did as Jane had bid and tried to rinse
the foul taste out of her mouth.  It took almost half the
glass before she was willing to try a tentative sip.  "Thank
you, Aunt Jane." she said after that first sip had made it all
the way to her stomach without bouncing.

Jane settled on the edge of the bathtub and reached out a hand
to gently stroke her ward's hair.  The girl had not even
gotten her wig on yet, Jane mused.  It must be worse than I
thought.  Michelle sighed and leaned into the soothing caress. 

"Nerves, dear?" Jane asked finally.  "Butterflies in your
tummy?"

"More like B2 Stealth Bombers, Aunt Jane, only they're not
being very stealthy."

Grinning at that, Jane tousled the soft fuzz on Michelle's
head.  "Well, if you can make a joke, you are feeling a bit
better.  Time for another little time out, Michelle.  Meet me
in your room as soon as you collect yourself."

Her ward arrived moments after Jane had seated herself on the
bedroom chair.  She motioned her over to the bed.  "All right,
Michael." Jane began.  "Is it the party itself, the danger of
discovery, or the danger that you might not be discovered and
have to deal with horny teenaged males as a lovely teenaged
female that has you trying to heave your intestines into my
toilet bowl?"

"All three, Aunt Jane, but mostly the third.  This is very
different than anything I have done since I came here.  There
won't be anyone there to help me.  I will be alone at that
party.  Heck, even at the makeup class the other day, Caro was
there to make sure I didn't foul up too badly.  As for the
last two reasons, well, those are pretty obvious.  I just
don't know what I'd do if some guy got fresh with me.  My
inclinations are to knock his head off, but that would be out
of character for Michelle."

As she had thought, Jane mused, but it was obviously much
worse than she had thought it would be.  Maybe it was too
much, too quickly.  How long had Michael actually been giving
his best effort towards being Michelle. . . Just over a month,
actually.  Of course she'd be a bit anxious.  "All right,
Michael.  We can do a couple of things.  The first is that you
don't go to the party.  I will call Anna's mother and tell her
that you are ill - unable to keep anything down - and I am
keeping you home.  That has the advantage of almost being the
truth."

"Okay," Michelle murmured, "What is my other option?"

"You go to the party, of course."  Michelle started looking a
little green again, so Jane hurried on. "Look, you don't have
to do anything at the party other than make a little small
talk.  If you don't want to dance, beg off.  Act shy and
uncertain.  Tell Anna you are having cramps and don't want to
dance. That will be a non-confrontational way to avoid that
aspect of the party.  Make sure you are always with several
other people so no boy can get to you one on one.  Go home
early.  I can be back there at eleven.  Blame me.  Tell them I
have you on a curfew because I don't want to be out driving
late."

She watched Michael consider all these things.  "Okay,
obviously you want me to go.  What would I gain if I went and
avoided the guys the way you say?"

"I did not say avoid them, dear.  I said avoid being alone,
one on one, with any of them.  As to what you'd gain?  Maybe
some friends.  And you could watch the other girls there deal
with the boys.  Maybe find some strategies that you could
borrow to help you deal with them.  So, Michael, what do you
want to do?"

"I want to pull the covers over my head and make it all go
away, Jane." came the reply in Michael's voice. "But," and now
it was Michelle speaking, "what I am *going* to do is get
dressed and go to the party."

Smiling, Jane rose as Michelle did.  "Good girl.  I will wait
for you downstairs." and then her face became stern.  "And
*don't* dawdle.  We are already late."

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
August 22 - Day 37

Dear Diary

Well, I don't feel like singing "I could have danced all
night" like that woman in the musical, but I have survived my
first party as a girl.

Anna was all solicitude when I hinted that I was in a very
feminine condition and did not know if it was wise to go
bouncing around on the dance floor.  I don't know what she
said, but that was sufficient to keep all but the densest of
the male set from pestering me for dances.

Actually, once I had been there for about an hour, I figured
out that no one was going to see me as anything other than
"one of the girls".  After that, I was able to relax and even
began to enjoy myself.  I liked chatting with the girls I had
met Wednesday at Caro's.  Most of them are pretty nice people
although a couple of them seemed to want my blood.  I didn't
know what I had done, so I asked Anna.  Turns out neither of
them currently have a steady guy, but saw the guys they wanted
giving me the eye.  God, I never even noticed, but Anna
thought that the boys had been pretty obvious in their
attentions.

I think that is one of the things I learned tonight.  Girls
are much more sensitive to what is happening in the periphery
about them.  Guys are more direct and focused, and tend to see
what is directly in front of their faces. Whereas women, or at
least these women, just soak up information from all around
them.  I don't know if I can learn to do that effectively as
the real girls do, but I am going to make an effort to see
more than just what is right in front of me.

As Jane had suggested, I watched the other girls handle the
guys.  Most of it I have been on the receiving end of, but
never recognized before.  The half smiling, gentle retreating
brush off, the "aren't we friends?" deflection all the way up
to the "looking down my nose at something yucky stuck to the
sole of my shoe" disdainful departure.  I saw them done to
great effect, but somehow, I don't think doing them myself
will be quite as easy as a couple of the girls made them seem.

I also met a guy - his name is Dennis.  He's about six feet
tall, and athletically built with black hair and grey eyes.  
Yeah, I know what I said to Jane, and I meant it.  Its just
that this guy sort of snuck up on me.  He never pressed, and
he always let me move off when the group we were in dwindled
to the pair of us.  It did not help at all that he was funny
and was able to make me laugh.  Before the night was out, I
was happily chatting with him and never even realized we were
alone on the couch.

When it came time to go home, he asked if he could call on me
at Aunt Jane's, which caught me completely by surprise.  What
the heck could I say?  In a short lived burst of rationality,
I told him I would need Aunt Jane's permission and he should
call me first, so I could ask her.  He *promised* that I'd
hear from him.

Then, he took my hand in his and *kissed* it.  I got all
flustered and basically *ran* out to where Jane had the car
waiting for me.  

Dammit, I promised myself that I'd be honest in this damn fool
diary if nowhere else in this crazy life of mine, so . . . .

My hand tingled when he kissed it.  Hell, *I* tingled - I even
started getting hard, for heavens sake.  I *don't* like this. 
Not one little bit do I like this.

And to make matters worse, Anna called me today to
congratulate me on hooking the guy most of the other girls
wanted for themselves.  Evidently, good ole Denny has not been
very easy to land, but he is very good at nibbling at the bait
without getting caught on the hook.  

Great.  Just what I need - a guy, that every other girl wants. 
Maybe I need to practice those "make the guy go away"
maneuvers I saw last night?  Wonder what Anna will say if I
just toss him back into the sea, or just cut the line and let
him swim off?

Michelle Nash
     
Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
August 25 - Day 40

Dear Diary

Well, Jane was as good as her word.  Dance classes started
today - two evenings a week - Tuesdays and Thursdays.

And guess who else is in my class?  You got it - Dennis.  He's
also my practice partner, although I cannot figure out quite
how he managed that. So now, I spend about 2 hours twice a
week up close and personal to him. 

Fortunately, when you are simultaneously trying to count and
remember where to put your feet without falling down, you can
ignore other things.  What will happen if I ever actually
start getting good at this stuff is another matter.

He kissed my hand again at the end of class.  Same reactions
as when he did it to me at the party.  I had hoped that first
time had only been a one time thing because the sensations was
completely new to me and because he'd caught me unawares.  

Nope.  Definitely not one time only.

And I am scared to death.

Michelle Nash

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
August 26 - Day 41

Dear Diary

I went to make up class today and saw Anna.  While we were
chatting, she asked how things were going with Dennis.  I
shrugged and told her that I wasn't trying to push anything,
but had been surprised when he'd been in the same dance class
as me.

Anna had burst out laughing at that.  It took me several
minutes to calm her down enough to find out what was so funny. 
Then she told me that Denny's mother *owns* that dance studio,
and the last thing he needs is dancing lessons.

It does not feel quite that funny to me.  In fact, while I am
not sure quite what I feel, it definitely is not amusement.

I am all jumbled up inside.  Oddly, a part of me is rather
flattered that he would pursue me quite like that.  Another,
larger part, however, feels something like what the fox must
feel like during the bugler sounds assembly for the hunters
and hounds.

What next?

Michelle Nash.

End Part 6


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