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A Change of Direction
Part 10
by Tigger Copyright 1997, all rights reserved.

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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.

End Journal Entry

End Part 10; continued in Part 11


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