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

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(this includes so-called "adult checks") *and* provided that
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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 27.  Vacation in the Mountains

Michael and Jane slipped out of the house before dawn for the
trip to Providence where they would catch their flight.  Jane
had decided on the early morning departure primarily to ensure
that her ward was not seen by any of the locals as Michael now
that he was well known as Michelle.  The return flight was
also chosen to have them arriving back home well after dark
for the same reason.  She also wanted to arrive in Reno in
time to rent a car and still arrive at their rented cabin on
Lake Tahoe during daylight.  Jane had been in the desert
mountains at night and did not relish doing it again.

As she maneuvered her Lincoln up US Route 1 towards the
interstate, she considered her passenger critically.  He was,
as they had both anticipated, somewhat effeminate in both
manner and bearing.  Although Caro had worked on his face,
hiding the finely arched brows and shadowing the smooth soft
skin, other things were more difficult to disguise.

Michael had to consciously remind himself to swing his arms
and not his hips when he walked.  After all his recent
experiences wearing mostly high heeled shoes, he also tended
to walk toe to heel instead of heel to toe.  His body
language, which was even harder to control, was extremely
feminine and Jane knew she'd have to keep a close eye on him
so that he would not give too much away when they were out in
public.  Additionally, he had a tendency to slip into
Michelle's voice whenever he forgot that he was supposed to be
Michael on this trip.  

All things considered, it was just as well that they were
going to be almost three thousand miles from home in a
relatively rural area during the off season.  October was not
Tahoe's best season.  Too soon for the skiers, and too cold
for the campers and boaters.  That, along with one other
aspect of their vacation location, made the place perfect for
Jane's purposes.  Michael would be able to relax and let down
his guard without the danger of being recognized, and
hopefully, he'd learn some important lessons that would stand
him in good stead later on in his life.

They arrived at the airport at just the right time.  They were
able to go directly to their loading gate without having to
wait outside the security area.  The less time spent in open
parts of the airport where someone might recognize her and
come over to chat, the better.

The loading onto the airplane, the flight and the arrival in
Reno went off without incident.  Shortly after ten in the
morning, local time, Michael was happily behind the wheel of
the four wheel drive sports utility vehicle that Jane had
reserved.  Driving was a pleasure that he could not afford to
do as Michelle because for all Jane's many judge contacts,
getting a driver's license for her ward in his feminine
persona had been impossible.  And Michelle could not take the
chance of being stopped by a police officer.  Even a routine
safety stop by the police would require Michelle to present
her license, which showed a young man, not a young woman.

They arrived in Tahoe around two pm and went immediately to
the realtor who managed the rental cabin in which they'd would
be spending the next week.  After obtaining the key and
directions to the cabin, they stopped at a supermarket for
supplies.

Jane carefully watched the people who came in contact with
Michael.  He slipped up in his masculine behaviors several
times, but no one seemed to take much notice.  She expected
that vacation escapees from San Francisco had inured the
locals to differently behaved people.

The cabin was beautiful, and the surrounding vistas were even
better.  Located up a mountainside, they only had a short walk
through a forest of mountain trees to be able to see the lake. 
The only drawback was the temperature, which was topping out
at fifty degrees F during the day, and dropping into the
thirties and twenties at night.  They would not be doing any
swimming on this trip, which was actually all to the best. 
Michelle's bathing suit tan had not yet faded from Michael's
torso.

Night comes early and dark in the mountains, but both
travelers were exhausted from the travel and from the eighteen
hour day they'd had in two time zones.  Nine p.m. local time
saw them both in their beds, sound asleep.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 5 - Day 81

Dear Diary

It feels strange to be writing in this thing and not be
dressed in Michelle's finery.  Still, I think I am going to
keep up with these entries.  Mostly because if I ever do
become a research psychiatrist, these observations, untrained
though they are, might be of value some how.

The second reason is kind of funny, really.  It has become a
habit to write things down in here.  Little victories and
little defeats.  Things that make me feel good or happy, and
things that make me feel low or sad.  I actually picked it up
to start writing without even thinking about it.

Come to think of it . . .I don't remember packing it.  I
wonder if I did, or if Maria did it for me?  No matter.  I am
glad it is here.

Wonder if I should lead off entries with something other than
"dear diary".  The sounds awfully "Michelle-ish" for Michael
to be doing.  What would I call it - a journal?  Ahhh, what's
the point?  Surely I am too far along to feel threatened by
how I write in my diary.

Sure feels almost uncomfortable to be wearing cotton jockey
shorts instead of Michelle's dainties.  As for my other
clothes, well, let's just say the Sonja has had the desired
effect.  I have lost about 10 pounds and have tightened up
what's left.  And on my small frame and height, that is a
significant amount of weight.  I had to punch extra holes in
one of my belts just to keep my jeans from falling off me.  A
fashion plate or a candidate for a GQ cover I am definitely
NOT.

That's probably all right, since I keep slipping up and
putting on Michelle without even thinking about it.  Sometimes
I caught myself; sometimes Jane pointed out my little femme
habits.  At least if no one particularly notices me, they
won't look at me long enough to realize that my movement, body
language and attitudes can shift to those of my female
persona.  Of course, I saw several folks at the market who
were far more gaudy and swishy than I.  

It is just a little annoying that now that I do not have to
worry about being on stage as Michelle, it is Michael that is
becoming the role that requires conscious thought to pull off.

I am beat.  Gonna go to bed.

Michael Nash.

Jane set down the phone well pleased with her arrangements. 
They'd been in Tahoe for three days, and it was time for the
other part of her plan.  She'd waited this long because she
wanted Michael to become just a little more natural in his
male role.  Now the arrangements had been made for tomorrow
morning.  Actually, it had gone better than she had hoped.

In the kitchen, she could hear Michael humming to himself as
he prepared their evening meal.  One thing was certain, if
Michael was to be Michelle for any length of time, Jane would
have to insist that she take Home Ec when she returned to
school.  It was all right for Jane not to be able to cook, but
Michelle needed to learn.  Especially if she was going to feed
Jane.

After their meal, Jane helped with the cleaning up and then
motioned Michael into the small living room.  "Michael,
tomorrow I have planned a surprise for you. We need to be on
the road bright and early, so you might want to get to bed
early tonight."

"A surprise, Aunt Jane?" the young man wheedled.  "What is
it?"

"It's a surprise, silly.  One you will find out about when we
get to where we are going.  Now, go to bed."

Michael's grousing was good humored, and he surprised Jane by
planting a small kiss on her cheek before he went up to his
bed in the cabin's loft.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 8 - Day 84

Dear Diary

So Aunt Jane is planning a surprise for me.  A few months ago,
the mere hint of an "Aunt Jane's surprise" would have
terrified me.  Now, I'm looking forward to it with pleasant
anticipation - like I know it is going to be a *good*
surprise.

It's a good thing that this high, thin mountain air tires you
out so much.  I would have hard time sleeping if I wasn't so
beat from Jane's and my hike around the surrounding landscape
today.

God, but it is beautiful up here.  Seems so very far away from
my life and problems.  I like it.

Michael Nash

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

Somewhat to his disappointment, Jane insisted on driving them
when the departed the cabin.  "I know where we are going, and
I don't want you to know until we get there." she said
teasingly.

Michael had spent the greater part of he morning mulling over
what Aunt Jane had planned.  It wasn't a day at the casinos. 
He wasn't eighteen yet, and so could not even play the slots
legally.  Besides, he knew the route they had taken from Reno,
and Jane had not taken that turn.

The trip took about two hours, and by the time she made the
final turn onto the access road of their destination, Michael
was in a high dudgeon over her refusal to tell him anything.

They reached a sign that read "Mustang Ranch" and then came to
a gate with a small guard shack next to it.  A portly man in a
generic security uniform stepped out and came to the car. 
Jane rolled the window down and announced, "Jane Thompson.  I
believe your employer is expecting me."  The man quickly
checked a clipboard, nodded Jane a quick salutation, and
opened the gate.

"Mustang Ranch, Aunt Jane?  Am I going to learn how to ride?"
Michael asked. 

"In a manner of speaking, Michael." was Jane's faintly amused
response.  Michael smiled at the idea. As surprises went, this
one was at least different.  He might have preferred something
else, like taking in a Vegas-style floor show, but this could
be fun, too.

Jane parked the car in front of a huge, rambling house that
looked like it had seen many spur of the moment additions over
its lifetime.  Spires, dormers, octagonal towers were
seemingly thrown together haphazardly in whatever place that
might have had room for the addition.  The result was a place
that looked like a white clapboard combination castle and
ranch house.

Michael started to get out, but Jane caught his arm. 
"Michael," she said firmly, "When we go inside, I want you to
do exactly what you are told because if you are going to
learn, you ought to learn well.  However, secondly and  most
importantly, I want you to have fun.  This is supposed to fun
for everyone involved."  Confused, Michael nodded his
agreement but could not help wondering how much fun a horse
could have when dealing with an inexperienced rider.

As they exited the car, a petite woman with gray shot black
hair came out on the porch.  She was dressed in a fine blue
linen business suit and beckoned the pair of them to come up
onto the porch.  "Hello there, folks. I'm Jean.  You'd be Ms.
Thompson?" she asked with a welcoming smile on her face.

Jane took the lady's hand and returned the smile.  "Yes, and
this is my nephew, Michael."  She offered her hand to Michael
and he also shook her hand.  

"Well, c'mon in.  Everything's ready." and she took them both
by their arms and walked into the strange house.

Inside the front door was an unusually large sitting room with
seating all around the periphery of the room, as well as
several small conversation groupings in the center of the
room.

A door on the wall opposite the entry way opened.  Michael
turned to see who was entering and did a classic double take.

The woman who entered the room was very tall, easily five
inches taller than his own five feet six inches if she had
been bare foot.  She wasn't.  In her spiked heels, which
Michael guessed had to be more than four inches, she stood
almost a foot taller than he did.  The rest of her was in
perfect proportion to her height.  

Physically, she was a very pretty woman. Her hair was long,
and a deep golden blonde.  She wore some light cosmetics, but
she had a lovely complexion that really did not require much
in the way of artificial enhancement.  She wore a one piece
mint green sweater dress that suited her and showed off her
incredible legs.

My god, Michael thought, his mouth going dry.  Change  her
hair to silver blond and she is a dead ringer for Sonja. 
Aware of her effect on the young man, the woman sauntered over
to where he stood with the other two women.

"Michael?" Jean said.  "This is Karen.  She will be your
instructor today.  Now, you have the entire day, thanks to
your Aunt's generosity, so pay attention and enjoy yourself."

"How do you do, Karen." Michael said with a lump in his
throat.  Was she going to change for the lesson?

"And howdy to you, too, Michael."  She answered, a small smile
on her lips.  Her voice was low, husky and had just a touch of
a western accent.  Michael was entranced by her.  "Well, shall
we get started?" she asked, as she took his hand and began to
lead him away.

"I will be here when you are finished, Michael." Jane called
to him just before they disappeared through the same door
Karen had entered from.  "Have fun, dear."

The two women stood there for a moment before Jean turned to
Jane.  "Y'know," she drawled.  "As I told you on the phone,
Ms. Jane, Karen isn't exactly my first choice for a cherry
picking.  Don't get me wrong - she's good at what she does -
very good, in fact. Your boy will have a great time, but she
isn't likely to get much out of it.  That is usually a part of
this type of thing - lettin' the boy know when he's done it
right."

Jane smiled enigmatically.  "Well, I hope you are wrong, but
Michael has a huge crush on a lady back home who looks very
much the same as your Karen, which is part of the reason I
picked her from your brochure."  And I can't tell you the
other reason which is that I wanted her all the more once Jean
had explained why Karen was not her first choice.  She really
rather hoped Michael was up to the task.  And if he wasn't,
he'd still have a very nice experience if the lady was as
skilled as Jean had promised.  Probably, even if she wasn't
that skilled, given the volatility of youth.

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

Michael was a little confused when Karen led him up a long
flight of stairs to a sumptuously furnished bedroom in one of
the octagonal towers.  His first thought was that there
certainly enough mirrors in the place.  

He turned to see Karen regarding him levelly, that little half
smile still curving her mouth.  Unnerved by her scrutiny,
Michael began to blather.  "Ummm. . . did we come up here so
you could change?" he asked.

The smile widened a bit.  "Sounds like a good start to me,
Michael."

"Okay." he answered her as he turned away from her to find a
place to wait for her to go off and change. "Is what I wearing
suitable?  Aunt Jane did not tell me what she'd planned so I
did not ask what to wear."

"Oh, I think we can do a bit better than that, lover." she
crooned. and then almost stopped Michael's heart as she pulled
the sweater dress up over her head and then stood before him
in nothing but very slinky, very black lingerie.

"Ummmm. . . K.K.Karen. .. " Michael he stuttered.  "Have you
forgotten I am in the room with you?  You are undressed." 

A soft laugh bubbled up from her, as she began slinking
towards him, her eyes fixed on his. "Well, darlin', it is
pretty difficult for you to make love to me with all those
clothes on.  Now. . let's get you out of yours."

"Out of my clothes?  HERE???" 

She had her hand on his belt.  "Well, it is usually best to do
it in a bed the first time, but if you want, we can try some
other places once you get the basics down." and then she
pulled his much smaller frame into a tight embrace as she gave
him his first tongue kiss from a woman.

It finally dawned on Michael that the only mustang on this
ranch was painted on the sign outside the main gate.  Aunt
Jane had hired this lady to make love with him. . .no, not
quite. . .Karen was supposed to teach him how to make love.

Michael was not quite sure how it happened, but the next thing
he knew, he was nude and lying on the huge bed with Karen's
long, lovely body curled around him.  Her fist had his cock in
a firm, yet gentle grip as she stroked him to full erection
while her mouth did incredible things to secret places behind
his ears and the pulse points of his neck.  Caught up in a
wild maelstrom of feeling and emotion, Michael felt the sudden
tightening in his guts and the uncontrollable twitching that
heralded the onset of his climax.

Karen felt it, too.  "Well, if we're going to get anywhere
today, we have got to get you a little less. . .jumpy." she
whispered throatily as she sat up beside him.  Michael
expected her to continue the exquisite hand job, but instead,
she bent over his dick and then inhaled him whole.

The sudden wet, sucking heat felt so incredibly wonderful,
Michael's eyes crossed in pleasure.  But the immediate
pleasure was only momentary for within moments of her taking
him in her mouth, he was jetting his seed into her mouth.  

Michael simply laid there on the bed with Karen stroking him
as he gathered his shattered wits.  Then, he was disappointed
because it had been so wonderful, but so short.  Karen saw him
frown. "Hey, whatsamatter?" she asked softly.

He felt like crying, but managed to control that.  "It didn't
last long enough.  I barely knew what was happening and then
it was over."

A knowing smile lit her eyes as she began to stroke him more
seriously.  "Honey," she told him as she kissed him again, "It
isn't over 'cause it hasn't even started yet."

This time her kiss was oddly salty, but certainly not
unpleasant.  In fact, it was *very* pleasant.  It was not
until much later that he realized the source of that saline
flavor, and by then, it simply did not matter.

She soon had him fully aroused again, and after showing him
how to protect himself and her, guided him into her body.  As
great as it had felt when she had taken him into his mouth, it
could not begin to compare to this.

They spent the next two hours making love in a variety of ways
and positions.  He let her guide him, let her teach him how to
stroke into her slowly, and then pull out so that he rubbed
against her clitoris.  She set the initial rhythm, but slowly
let him take charge.  He learned how to use his hands and
mouth on her as both foreplay and as part of the actual
intercourse.

A Losing Season: Chapter 28.  A Coming of Age

About one in the afternoon, they took a break when Michael
needed to satisfy a more basic hunger.  He had not eaten since
a very light breakfast over five hours before and was
positively ravenous.  As with every other need he'd
experienced that day, the lovely Karen had anticipated this
need, too.  She left for a few moments before returning with a
tray piled high with tiny sandwiches, sliced fruit and other
snack type foods.

So this is what they mean by afterglow, Michael thought to
himself. And it really was a thoroughly unique experience,
feeling so mellow, eating finger foods while laying naked in
bed cuddled up next to a living Goddess.  He felt great -
never better, except. . .

Except what, he asked himself, aware for the first time that
something did not feel quite right.  Somehow, something
niggled at him at the back of his mind.  There was something
wrong.  No, not wrong, rather there was something missing, but
he couldn't seem to pinpoint what it could possibly be. 
Hadn't they just spent hours making love to each other, giving
pleasure to each other. . . .

He looked at the woman nibbling delicately at the hors
d'oerves beside him.  She did not look like he felt - there
wasn't any glow about her.  

That was IT!  *He'd* received pleasure.  He had reached
orgasm, but he could not recall anything like that happening
to Karen.  Didn't women have orgasms, too?  Surely, they must
or else the human race would not be overpopulating the planet. 
So why hadn't she reached her pleasure with him?  Was he
really *that* inept?  She hadn't said so, but then again,
would she say so?  She might be concerned about the reputation
of the house if he did not go away feeling like *the* man.

Dammit, that pleasure had been too wonderful not to share with
the person who had given it so selflessly to him.  Michael
wanted, *needed* her to enjoy being with him, not endure being
with him.  Step one, he thought, was to find out why. "So,
Karen . . " he started off handedly, "What do I have to do to
give *you* pleasure."

The bite of food stopped midway between her plate and her open
mouth.  She slid him a look beneath her lashes, before setting
the tidbit back down.  "What makes you think you didn't?" she
asked with a bit of a tremor in her voice.

Gotcha, he thought.  "Oh, the fact that you didn't immediately
deny it." Michael said in what he hoped was a reasonable
semblance of Jane's equanimity.  "That and the fact that I
don't recall any reactions from you that remotely approached
what you produced in me.  So, Karen, what did I do wrong?"

Karen's face fell, and she bounded off the bed.  Michael was
after her immediately and had caught up to her before she
could make it out the door.  He was shocked to see tears
streaming down her face.  Gently, he pried her fingers from
door knob and pulled her back to the bed.  

"Okay, Karen.  what is the matter?"

She just shook her head.  "You did nothing wrong, Michael. Its
just that. . . well, this is your first time, and it is
supposed to be wonderful. . .*perfect*," she said just before
the tears came harder. "And if you are one of those special
guys who needs to give as well as take, you won't find that
with me.  Please, let me call Jean.  She'll get you another
girl and you'll see.  You are easily one of the most
considerate young men I have ever been with, and you will see
how well you do once she is here instead of me."

"And if I want to be with you?  If it is you I want to
pleasure?" Michael asked quietly.

He watched as her beautiful strong body was racked by sobs. He
wanted to comfort her, but needed to know the facts.  Finally,
she regained control and looked him in the eyes.  "Look,
Michael.  You've learned very quickly and you're really quite
a cute guy - but. . ."

When she hesitated to go further, Michael pressed.  "But,
what?"  Karen shook her head, her lips compressed tightly,
like she was trying to prevent the words from escaping her
mouth.  "Please, Karen - tell me - so I will at least know the
truth."

Her shoulders slumped.  "All right.  You are really cute for a
guy, Michael, but that is the problem.  You *are* a guy.  I
enjoy making love with guys.  I find pleasure in giving them
pleasure, but I can't seem to reach orgasm with a guy."

It was not the strangest thing Michael had ever heard.  It
surely did not even come close to a house where boys became
girls so they'd become better men.  Or where a boy became a
girl to wreak retribution on his Mother.  "So, tell me.  What
does get you off, darlin'?"

She gave him a very disgusted "what do you think" look. 
"Girls, Michael.  Pretty, petite girls in frilly, slinky
lingerie. I guess it is because I am so gigantic,. ."

Michael interrupted her. "Tall, stacked, gorgeous.  I don't
want to hear you put yourself down like that!"  

Surprised by his outburst, she gave him a momentary, shy smile
before continuing, ". .since I am so *tall*, I like the little
ones.  They make me very hot."  

Michael could see her bracing herself for a putdown.  He only
smiled.  "So, tell me, Karen.  Any of your girlfriends got
some stuff that would fit me?"

Her stunned, unbelieving stare was just about as satisfying as
anything else he'd experienced yet today.  "You mean. . . girl
things?  You want to dress up and see if that would help get
me really aroused?"  Michael nodded, and then watched the
emotions flit across her face as she considered that.

"Have you ever tried it like that with a guy?  Dressed as a
girl, I mean."

"N. . n...no." she said, a considering look in her suddenly
intensely dark eyes.  "And you would qualify as petite next to
me."  She thought about it some more.  "But I don't think any
of the girls would like it very much if I let you borrow any
of their dainties, but there is the stuff down in the
dungeon."  There was just a touch of "put up or shut up"
challenge in her demeanor now as she stood to her full height
and fixed her eyes on Michael.

Not quite sure he had heard her correctly, Michael swallowed
hard.  "What did you say? The dungeon?" Michael was a little
less certain, now.

Karen laughed for the first time since they'd started lunch.
"We have a couple of girls on staff here at the Ranch who
sexually dominate guys.  You know, tying them up, spanking
their bare butts and generally teasing the hell out of them
before they finally let the guy get his rocks off.  It has
gotten pretty popular, particularly with the one time trade,
so Jean converted a big part of the cellar into a dungeon. 
One of the games a lot of guys really like is to be forced to
wear girl clothes and being then to be treated like a sissy-
slave, so there is a big closet full of man-sized female
clothing down there.  Jean said that for what your Aunt is
shelling out for today, we could have the run of the place. 
You ready to put her money where your mouth is, Michael?" she
challenged.

He just grinned.  She hadn't said that *she* was one of those
dominating women, so he figured he'd be safe down there. 
Hopefully.  

Standing up, Michael offered his hands to her.  "Lead me away,
Ma'am.  I am ready."

Fifteen minutes later (Michael'd had no interest in staying in
the aptly named dungeon *any* longer than necessary), they
were back in Karen's room, loaded down with everything from a
gaff to a corset to breast inserts to fine hosiery to press on
fingernails.  One small problem was the selection of shoes
stocked in the dungeon closet.  Unfortunately, the only shoes
they'd had that fit him had spiked heels at least five inches
high. Michael wasn't all that sure just how much walking he
could manage in those stilts, but decided that he'd at least
give them a try.  If this worked, he did not expect to be on
his feet all that much anyway.

Karen helped him into the corset and gaff, lacing both up
tight, and was getting ready to help him with the rest of his
transformation when Michael shoo-ed her into a chair.  "Just
watch." he grinned at her.  

And Karen *did* watch - stared at him, in fact, in open-
mouthed amazement as he went over to her vanity and began his
practiced transformation into Michelle.  In very short order,
he had teased his still short hair into a sassy, close cropped
arrangement of curls.  He put on a show for her when he
slipped on the smokey stockings, trying his best to imitate
the teasing pose he'd remembered from some lingerie shoot in a
magazine.  Extending his leg to the fullest and pointing his
toes, he slowly unrolled and then smoothed the silk hose over
each of his legs in turn.  As he stood to attach the corset's
garters, he stole a peek at his soon-to-be lover's reflection
in the vanity's mirror and understood for the first time the
phrase "Smoke coming out of her ears".  

The look on her face was . . . interesting - very interesting. 
Her wide open eyes were fixated on his most subtle movement,
and a light sheen of perspiration made her face seem to glow
in the sun dappled light.  She couldn't keep her hands still,
and was ringing them in an effort to keep them in her lap. 
Every little bit, her nose would flare and the tip of her pink
tongue would slip out to moisten lips dried by her deep,
almost panting breathing.  

Michael smiled, very pleased with himself as he sat down
again, and began expertly applying Karen's cosmetics to his
face.  The colors weren't quite right for him, but they'd do
in a pinch.  Michael wasn't after a particularly classy look
in any case.

When he stood and stepped into those incredible heels, Karen's
eyes looked glazed as she took in the entire picture.  "My
god, Michael. . " she breathed.  He was surprised her breath
did not singe him with the fire he saw in her eyes.

The need in her voice and on her face made Michael shiver in
delight. "No, Karen." Michelle's voice answered softly as she
sauntered over to where Karen sat, transfixed on the bed and
offered her lover her red nailed hand.   "My name is Michelle,
and I think you still have a great deal to teach me, lover."

With an almost anguished moan of desire, Karen pulled Michelle
down onto the bed beside her and ravaged her young lover's
mouth with a hungry kiss.

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

It was well after six in the evening when the two lovers made
their weary way back down to the main reception area.  There
were more people there now. . .men as well as the women
mingling, getting to know each other a bit before going up (or
down, Michael mused thinking of that dungeon) to the rooms. 
Michael noticed one relatively short, very voluptuous redhead
decked out from head to toe in a electric purple latex body
suit that seemed to have been sprayed onto her all over her
body.  Handcuffs, a paddle and a multi-stranded whip swung
loosely from a belt around her waist, obviously ready for
immediate use.  

Michael wondered idly if he should thank her for the loan of
the lingerie, but decided against it.  She might get the wrong
idea and while he found her to be. . . . unexpectedly sexy and
very intriguing, he knew that he was NOT ready for that. 
Maybe someday, though, he thought taking one last sideways
look at the domination specialist.  Maybe someday.

They found Jane reading in parlor room of the house's private
living quarters.  Both of the older women took in the looks of
absolute satiation on the faces of both young people.  "I take
it you both had a good time?" Jane asked.

"Mmmmm. . ..Oh yes." Karen purred.  "This man is very, very
good," and she almost leered at Michael who was blushing
profusely.  "Very, *very* special."  Jane almost laughed at
the stunned look on Jean's face because there was absolutely
no doubt that Karen meant every word.

"Ready to head back to the cabin, Michael?" Jane asked with a
smile.  He nodded. They exchanged farewells, but not before
Karen swept Michael almost off his feet with her good bye hug
and kiss.  Jean could only stare at him, a mixture of
disbelief and awe on her attractive features.

"Michael? Sweetie?"  he looked up into Karen's sparkling eyes. 
"Let me know when you are in town next, and I will take a day
off to show you around some.  Among *other* things."

"You bet, Karen. It's a date." Michael called as he hurried to
catch up with Jane.

As they walked out the door, Jane handed him a packaged, pre-
moistened towelette.   "You missed a bit of your eye shadow,
dear." she teased. "Wouldn't do for it to be there when we
stop at that truck stop for dinner, now would it."

Michael was in complete agreement on that score.

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

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 9 - Day 85

Dear Diary

Curioser and curioser.  On the way home, Jane told me what was
behind all this.  Since I had decided to stay Michelle, she
wanted me to know the male side of the equation before I go
back to skirts.  She wanted me to have something to compare
against if I ever slip up and get hot and heavy with a guy.

She has *got* to be kidding.

Strangely, Jane was not surprised at all when I told her about
Karen's orientation and how I had switched to Michelle halfway
through the day.  I know she saw the traces of my cosmetics,
but somehow, I don't think that is the whole of it.  It is the
same kind of feeling I got when I intuited that Karen was not
getting the same pleasure out of our lovemaking before
Michelle arrived on the scene.  There is something here, some
little tidbit of information that I don't quite know and that
Jane does.  So what else is new?

Oh man, the *look* of on Karen's face as I started putting on
Caro's special heavy "stalking makeup" like I knew what I was
doing was absolutely priceless.  Wish I'd had a camera.  I
will have to tell Carolyn that I used that cosmetics lesson
after all.  She'll be so pleased to be able to tell me "I told
you so."  Of course, I don't think she meant for me to use it
to stalk a woman.

Okay. . . so how do I feel about losing my virginity and then
having to shift to Michelle before my partner got any
satisfaction out of my lovemaking?  How do I feel about being
the submissive partner during Karen's and my afternoon of
lovemaking? It is really strange.  If I had thought about this
situation in advance, I would have thought I'd be upset that I
wasn't "good" enough for her, and maybe even a little ashamed
that I couldn't get her off "like a man".

Well, as that Jim Croce song that Jane is always playing goes
"But that's not the way it feels."

It feels pretty damned good.  I was right that something was
missing - the pleasure wasn't mutual - it was all one sided. 
Once I became Michelle and surrendered to her (admittedly,
dammit) greater strength, Karen became very excited.  The
loving was infinitely better.  The feeling that I held her
total pleasure, her entire being on the tip of my tongue or in
my fingers is . . . empowering. 

And if I truly gave her that kind of pleasure, how can I be
not be a "man"?  I wasn't diminished by giving her Michelle. 
I think I would have been diminished if I had continued only
taking and not giving in return as Michael.

It felt good.  How can anything that feels that good between
two people, that harms no one, be anything but good?  Answer:
It can only be good.  Better than good.

I don't think I would ever hesitate again, to do what it took
to pleasure my lover.  

Umm. . . well, thinking of that gal with the cuffs and whips,
decked out in that latex thing?  I might have to think once or
twice or even thrice about that one.  I think there would need
to be a foundation of serious trust there before I could let
someone take that kind of power over me. I wonder if that is a
leftover reaction to my first experiences with Jane when she
was so domineering and so intent on my humiliation?  Maybe.

Maybe with Karen - that would be different.  Wouldn't that
gorgeous, leggy woman look dangerously sexy in one of those
shiny latex full body suit things?  I wonder if she does that
stuff from time to time?

In any case, it is time for Michael/Michelle to go to bed.  I
am *beat*.  But it is a very nice kind of beat.

Michael Nash

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

Jane sat in front of the fire, a very self satisfied smile
lighting her lips.  Her boy/girl had taken a big step towards
being a real man this day.  He had opened himself to ridicule
and embarrassment in order to help meet the special needs of
another person, putting that person's needs and desires ahead
of his own.  And in doing so, had received even more in
return.  A very good day, indeed.  She was very proud of her
boy.  Very proud, indeed.

End Part 8


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