From impala@erols.com Sat Apr 05 12:13:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feed1.news.erols.com!news From: "Impala" <impala@erols.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: REPOST A STORY Date: 5 Apr 1997 16:13:18 GMT Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 655 Message-ID: <01bc41dc$dbe72360$1d0960cf@impala.erols.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lxp-as1s29.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_01BC41B2.F3111B60" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Received-On: 5 Apr 1997 16:13:18 GMT X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC41B2.F3111B60 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ------=_NextPart_000_01BC41B2.F3111B60 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="A_story.wri" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: A_story.wri (Write Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="A_story.wri" 1=BE=00=00=00=AB=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00Vx=00=00=F2=00=FC=00=FC=00=FC=00=FC= =00=FC=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00= =00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00= =00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=FD=00=00=00=00=00= =00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00=00= =00 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^= ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The Return Home by=20 Yin Yang ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^= ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ David frowned as he listened to the voices in the living room; the = corners of his mouth turned downward with the sound of each laugh, with = each giggle, and the pain of frustration forced his lips to tremble and = his eyes to water. He tried to ignore his feelings as he prepared the = tea tray, but his efforts did little good. Laura was in the living room = with his stepmother, and he didn't like the way things were going. =20 It had been nearly two years since he had left home, and of all the = places in the world he could have been, he couldn't figure out why he = was back. He'd wanted to leave this place behind forever -- along with = its memories, both good and bad -- but Laura had insisted they visit, if = only this once. She said it would do them both good; she didn't want to = pry into his life, but she wanted to know more about him and, in order = to do this, she needed to meet his stepmother. =20 Why couldn't the past stay in the past? he thought. I'm nineteen = years old, I've got a part-time job, I'm living on my own ... and I'm = even going to college. Isn't that enough? =20 Even though he was pouting as he arranged the cups and saucers on the = tray, for an instant he felt a faint wave of pleasure -- as subtle as a = summer breeze -- as the china rang together in a musical clatter. The = additional chiming of the silver spoons reinforced the unwanted smile, = and he suddenly remembered how that sound affected him when he was a = little boy; it always meant something special was going to happen ... = something that he had little if any control over. Now that he was so = much older, it brought back a flood of forgotten memories. His face = flushed as he thought of the number of times he had done exactly what he = was doing at that very moment and how, as much as he now hated to admit = it, he had so enjoyed himself. His smile faded slightly as he turned toward the kitchen door. The = women's voices were quiet now; maybe things weren't as bad as he = suspected. He thought for a moment. Could he really trust Margery not = to say anything that might embarrass him? She'd made a promise, but = somehow her promises never seemed to work out the way he wanted. Nervous and frustrated, the youth tried to force another smile as he = picked up the tray and began walking toward the door. He swallowed long = and hard before proceeding into the dining room. Beyond there, his = stepmother and his ladyfriend would be sitting together in the living = room, talking and waiting for him to bring the tea. He trembled = slightly and wished for this day to be over. =20 As he entered the living room, David saw the two women sitting together = on the sofa, side by side, as though they were old friends. They were = both smiling at him in a way that he found frightening. His stepmother = looked the same as always; dressed up in an expensive yet conservative = dark suit, her hair done up in an elegant sweep and with just a hint of = jewelry, she remained just as intimidating as he remembered. Laura, he = noticed for the first time, was similarly attired. In fact, he realized = just then how much the two looked alike. It was mostly in their smiles, = he thought; mischief and trouble seemed to flow from their lips and = eyes. =20 Laura was more than eight years older than David, closer in years to = his stepmother than to him. He had met her in psychology class at = college and they immediately became close friends. Recently divorced, = she had returned to school to finish the degree she had started before = marrying. He found her very easy to talk with, mostly because she = didn't intimidate him like girls his own age. More importantly, she = told him that he was a fascinating person; she was very sincere about = this, and he was touched by her gentle interest and compassion. =20 Because of the trust that grew between them, it wasn't long before he = confided part of his terrible secret with his new friend. What he told = her wasn't completely the truth, but it was the only version of the = truth that he thought she would accept. Her reaction, surprisingly = enough, was one of complete understanding; in fact, he hadn't noticed it = at first, but it was the same kind of acceptance he had gotten from his = stepmother once upon a time. Approaching the two women, the teenager tried to ignore his fears and = he smiled with what little confidence he had remaining. That is, he = smiled until he saw a huge album laying face down on the coffee table, = as if someone had only just finished looking through it. Of course, = David recognized the book immediately because it was his own, a record = of his past, the story of his childhood; the mere sight of it was enough = to cause him to upset the tea tray. "David, darling, please do be careful." Margery smiled sweetly as she = took the tray from her stepson and set it on the coffee table. "Surely = you haven't become more clumsy since you've gone off to college?" =20 She whispered to Laura and they both giggled good-naturedly. David = stood silently staring at the satin-covered book that lay on the table, = his mouth dry, his eyes wide with fear. His stepmother frowned with = concern and she took his hand and pulled him closer to the sofa. =20 "Come here, dearest, and sit down between us girls." Margery began = pouring tea before he settled down on the sofa. "I've just had the = nicest talk with your ladyfriend, and I think you are a very lucky boy." = She smiled her knowing smile and turned to his friend. "Sugar, Laura?" The younger woman nodded as she took the cup. Laura then patted the = quiet youth on the knee and her eyes studied him with a most disturbing = intensity. David refused to return his friend's look, and instead, he = continued staring at the book. =20 "David, what's the matter, darling? Is something wrong?" Laura = started to put down her cup, but the older woman gestured for her to = drink her tea. "Laura, dear, you'll just have to ignore his behavior," Margery said = with a smile. "It seems that he's forgotten so much since he left home. = I think his manners were the first thing to go when he abandoned me." The teenager wanted to say something so badly; he wanted to shout, to = get up from the couch, grab Laura, and run away forever. Most of all he = wanted to know what his book was doing out for just anyone to see, but = he was afraid to ask. Maybe if he kept quiet no one would say anything. = Then he would be safe. Margery continued. "You see, darling, he used to be such a joy to have = around. Taking care of him was like caring for a little doll." She = smiled at her stepson's horrified expression. "Oh, calm yourself, = Daphne ... I don't know what you're so worried about." =20 David's heart stopped for a moment; he hadn't heard that name for = almost two years, and now ... the sound of it sent a chill through his = body. His stepmother, of course, continued without missing a beat. =20 "Your Laura understands you better than you think. Isn't that right, = dear?" The younger woman smiled and placed her hand on his, holding it = tightly as his stepmother continued. "I was worried about David when he = left me. Of course, there wasn't anything I could do, but I was so = afraid that he would meet up with the wrong people." Margery smiled. = "He always needed someone to care for him, you know. Even in high = school he had trouble taking up for himself." Laura set her cup down and she moved closer to David, picking up the = old album and turning it over so that she could see the pink satin = cover. She began to open it, but seeing that he was upset by her = movements, she closed the cover and placed the book in his lap. "Honey, why don't you go through the album with me and tell me all = about it? Your stepmother let me take a quick peek, but she said that = you might prefer that we all look at it together." Reluctantly, David = looked toward Laura and her expression surprised him; she was smiling in = a way that told him that he had little choice in the matter. =20 She knows, he thought, she knows everything. =20 He swallowed with difficulty as his friend gestured toward the book, = and he felt an odd warmth spread through his body as he made his = decision.=20 He looked at the pink satin cover, shivering as he saw the all too = familiar "Daphne" embroidered in the fabric, decorated with tiny ribbons = and white velvet roses. Just looking at the delicate name before him = sent his mind reeling, and he struggled to compose himself as the two = women moved in closer, surrounding him, forcing him to continue. He = opened the album, turning to the opening page.=20 The first photograph caused him to smile involuntarily. It was a = simple snapshot of a very young child. Holding a paper bag with "trick = or treat" written on the front, the youngster wore an old-fashioned = dress, the skirt of which was so long that it gathered on the floor in a = pile. The cherubic face was painted with makeup, enhancing the child's = features for the camera; lipstick and rouge made the mouth and cheeks = look plump, and dark mascara magnified the shining blue eyes. A huge = feathered hat and costume jewelry completed the elaborate costume. = David felt himself fall backward twelve years as he studied the small = photograph. He wanted to say something to the child wearing the dress, = but Laura interrupted his thoughts. "Who's that? She looks adorable." Laura looked at David, waiting for = his response; the youth squirmed with discomfort. Laura then looked = over to his stepmother. "Margery?" "Oh, that's our little Davy, all right." The older woman smiled a warm = smile. "Didn't I tell you he was a doll?" "That's Davy?" Laura looked at her young friend and giggled. "Why, = he's absolutely adorable!" She turned back toward Margery. "How old = was he when this was taken?" Margery seemed pleased with Laura's reaction. "Oh, this was when he = was still in the second grade, so he was only seven years old." Laura looked at David with an amused expression. "Go ahead, dearest. = Go on to the next picture." David shivered as he turned to the next photograph. It was quite = large, taking up the whole page. He remembered this one all too well as = images of a past long-forgotten filled his thoughts. The child before him was laughing and smiling, posing in a short red = and white dress that was decorated with numerous tiny snowflakes sewn = into the skirt. The short blond hair was set off with a huge red velvet = bow atop the child's head, and shiny black patent leather shoes = contrasted nicely with lace-trimmed anklets. The photograph was very = clear, very colorful, and very professional-looking. "I was nine years old when this was taken." David cleared his throat = as he spoke; his mouth was painfully dry. "This was the dress Margery = and my music teacher made me wear in the school Christmas play." He = swallowed, his throat tightening. "I had to sing in the girls' chorus, = so they made me dress up." He looked to his stepmother for = confirmation, but she only smiled and shook her head.=20 "David!" The woman turned to Laura and sighed. "Honestly, Laura, I = really don't know why he says those things." Margery picked up the = album and touched the photograph, tracing the image of the youngster in = the frilly costume with an elegantly manicured forefinger. "He had such = a beautiful voice when he was little, and he loved to sing anything and = everything. Mrs. Gilbert, his teacher, couldn't keep him quiet in music = class, so she kept him busy with special projects." Margery giggled as = she touched the throat of the laughing child in the picture. "When she = asked him if he would sing in the girls' chorus in the Christmas play, = he told me all about how he was going to have to dress up and be a girl. = Of course, I gave no thought to it, assuming that this was his = teacher's idea, but I should have known better. Later I discovered that = David had told Mrs. Gilbert that it was my idea to make him wear a = dress!" She sighed. "I never understood why he went through such a = charade, especially after seeing the little tantrum he threw to trick me = into having his picture taken!" =20 "Imagine that," smirked Laura.=20 "Of course, this picture is special for one other reason," said = Margery. "We sent a copy of it overseas to his father that year, just = before they told us he had been killed." There was a long silence, and then Margery cleared her throat and = pointed to the next page, which contained a series of snapshots. =20 "This is Davy and his pretty little girlfriends on stage. And here = they are after the play." In each picture the child was smiling and = laughing, moving with a swirl of skirts and ribbons in every pose. = Margery smiled at her stepson. "You sure didn't want to take off that = dress, remember?" Turning to Laura, she shook her head and giggled. "I = had to let him wear it every day for a month." "This doesn't make any sense at all." Laura looked at David for a = long, quiet moment, studying his blue eyes with doubt. "Margery, I was = told that David hated dressing up as a girl, and that you used to punish = him by making him wear skirts and dresses." The older woman sighed pleasantly, shaking her head from side to side. = She turned the page to another series of photographs. =20 "Well, I can't say that I ever actually punished Davy by making him put = on his pretties," the older woman smiled coyly. "I was never able to = have children, you see, but I loved Davy as my very own and I tried my = best to treat him as such." She sighed affectionately. "We often = played 'pretend' together, digging into an old trunk of clothing for = costumes. Sometimes we dressed up as mother and daughter, just for fun, = mind you, and Davy would call me 'Mommy' and I would call him 'Daphne' = and we would hold our little tea parties as if that was the most natural = thing in the world for us to be doing." The older woman sniffed, her = eyes shining with nostalgia. "I suppose, if anything, I may have = encouraged him to dress up more often than he probably wanted at first, = but he accepted it all in good grace, don't you know. Of course, once = he began to appreciate his pretty things I often had to threaten to = throw them away if he didn't behave properly." =20 "What about all those costume parties," blurted David, red-faced and = tearful. "You always made me dress up so you could show me off to your = friends," he said in a strangled voice. "Well, that may be true," Margery smiled coyly. "On the other hand, = darling, you must admit that you never did protest very much. Here, = Laura, look at this and tell me if it looks a little boy who's being = punished." =20 She touched a snapshot showing the same youngster blowing out candles = on a birthday cake. Surrounded by several smiling children, all dressed = in gaily colored outfits, the child was attired in a bright blue party = dress that consisted completely of ruffles and lace. A bright ribbon = pulled the curly blond locks up in a feminine sweep, leaving tiny = ringlet curls to frame the smiling face. There were ten candles on the = cake. =20 Laura shook her head. "It doesn't look like a little boy at all to = me." "Well, it most certainly is," Margery giggled as her stepson trembled = with embarrassment. "We had such a wonderful time at that party.... = And look here, Davy had just turned twelve when this was taken. Isn't = he just precious?" =20 She pointed to a snapshot of the same child, now slightly older, = reclining in a bathtub filled with soap suds past chin level; the blond = hair was up in curlers, and the young face was smiling with delight. =20 "Poor thing," sighed Margery. "He tried his best to be like other = boys, but he couldn't help it. He hated playing 'war' and baseball and = such rough games... instead, he spent most of his time helping me around = the house." Turning to Laura, she smiled. "You should know that Davy = is a wonderful cook and he was a born seamstress." =20 She turned to a photograph of a very pretty teenager standing in a = flower garden; the child wore a simple sundress, and the flaxen hair was = braided and the feet were bare. As in the other pictures, there was = that smile of childish delight. =20 "We made that dress together," the older women noted. "Daphne... I = mean, Davy, did most of the work." Margery slowly turned the pages of the album, passing by dozens of = pictures of the pretty teenager and his happy smiles. The clothing he = wore was as varied as the scenes themselves; there was one photograph of = him standing in front of a church in a fancy Easter outfit, another = showed him working in the flower garden dressed in a dainty sunsuit, and = still another had him helping in the kitchen with a ruffled pinafore = over a frilly dress. There was even one picture of the youngster posing = prettily on a beach towel in a girlish bathing suit; Margery lingered by = this one for a moment, shook her head fondly and sighed before = continuing. The final photograph in the book was a studio portrait of the youth = posing with an older woman, the two subjects sitting close together and = holding hands. The woman was expensively dressed in a plain black suit, = with only a hint of jewelry showing; her makeup was impeccable and her = hair was up in an elegant sweep. The teenager wore a delicate-looking = skirt and sweater ensemble; the skirt was of a bright tartan plaid and = the sweater of soft cashmere. A frilly blouse peeking from beneath the = sweater provided a touch of lace at the throat and wrists, and knee = stockings and saddle shoes completed the outfit. The short blond hair = was brushed out in a boyish style and the lipstick and makeup were = hardly noticeable. =20 "Daphne was barely fifteen when we had this made." Margery looked at = David with a sympathetic smile. "High school was particularly hard on = my little darling. Like I said before, he wanted so much to be like = other boys, and every now and then he would tell me that he had grown = out of his dresses and skirts, and I would put them away where he = couldn't find them. But no matter how hard he tried not to, he always = came back to me and begged for his pretties to be returned." The older = woman looked sad. "No matter how badly things went at school, he always = knew he could come home and play 'dress up'." =20 David's body burned with shame and he felt a strange dizziness sweep = over him. There was nothing he could say to deny his stepmother's = words. Everything she said was true, and he thought briefly about how = much more there was to be told ... ... he remembered the Saturday mornings when he would dress up in his = pretty clothes and play with his dolls; the nights when he would steal = into his stepmother's bedroom and borrow her gowns and panties to sleep = in; the afternoons alone when he tried on her lingerie ... the longline = girdles, the brassieres and slips ... standing in before the dressing = mirror for hours on end, admiring the seductive reflection before him. =20 ... most of all, he remembered the powerful excitement of dressing up; = the joy of getting a new dress and putting it on and showing it off to = his stepmother; how, in the guise of a girl, he would accompany his = guardian on shopping trips for clothes and dolls and visits to the ice = cream parlor ... and how no one would suspect that, beneath all the = ribbons and lace, he was a boy; how wonderful he felt when everyone = treated him as if he were actually a girl; and how, at night in the = privacy of his bedroom, he would become so aroused that he would = masturbate until it hurt. =20 The mortified youth looked at Laura, hoping that what he was about to = say would make things better. Judging from the expression on her face, = nothing could make things worse. "Laura, I'm sorry I lied to you." David could feel sweat running down = his back. Laura remained silent, waiting for him to continue. He = turned to face his stepmother, giant tears burning his eyes. =20 "Margery, I'm so sorry. I told Laura that you punished me when I was = little by making me dress up. I even told her that you made fun of me = and that you beat me. I'm sorry." He thought he was about to lose = control of himself. "But I was afraid if I told her the truth, she'd = misunderstand." He tried to laugh as he turned to face Laura. "I mean, = none of my friends ever understood me, so why should you bother to try? = Who wants to be around somebody like me?" Hearing the tremor of truth in his voice, Laura allowed her emotions to = thaw, to turn warm and sympathetic; she wanted to believe him, but how = far should he go. =20 "David, why did you tell me anything at all?" she asked. "You could = have kept quiet, and then you wouldn't have had to lie to me." He shrugged. "I had to tell you something. I don't know why, but I = did. Especially after I got to know you. I wanted to share something = with you that was special to me, and dressing up and pretending to be a = girl was the most important thing that ever happened to me. But, = because of the way everybody else treated me, I didn't want you to think = it was my fault, so I made up that story about Margery being mean to = me." He felt so ashamed. He placed his hands over his face and he began = to sob. "I'm really sorry. I promise I am. I've tried to change. I = thought I would be able to leave everything behind me. I really thought = I could." After listening to all this, Margery finally interrupted. "Davy, = darling, listen to me. You've never done anything to be ashamed of and = I really don't think you have anything to worry about. As a matter of = fact, you may be a lot luckier than you suspect. Why don't you give = your friend here a chance?" The older woman set her tea down on the = tray, stood up, and brushed the wrinkles from her expensive dress. = "Come along and see whether I'm right." The nervous teen followed Laura and his stepmother through the old = house, and he felt weak as familiar images appeared in his thoughts, = sparked by the sight of various objects as he made his way .... =20 ... there was the old stairway where he used to play with his dolls; at = the top of the stairs was the window seat where he used to sit around in = his pretties and read fairytales and daydream; beyond that was the giant = hall mirror in front of which he used to stand and pose, giggling in his = girlish costumes for hours at a time; over there was the doorway to his = parents' bedroom behind which he learned so much about dressing up by = simply watching his stepmother; and finally, there was the door to what = had been his old room, closed, mysterious, inviting. =20 He felt challenged. Margery stopped at that doorway, turned to face = David, and then she quietly opened it, allowing both her stepson and his = ladyfriend to enter the sweet, musty smelling darkness. =20 He blinked for a moment as he turned on the light, and then he looked = around his old bedroom and he marveled at what he saw. It was hard to = believe. Everything was the same. Nothing had been moved or touched. = Everything was in its proper place. It was amazing; his stepmother had = kept all of his old things, everything, just as he left them over two = years ago. The frilly old canopy bed, the vanity, his dolls and his = stuffed animals, all exactly as he remembered them. He started toward = the wardrobe, but Margery stopped him by touching him on the shoulder, = turning him to face a large framed portrait hanging over the = old-fashioned four-poster bed. He looked up and gasped. =20 "Do you remember this?" his stepmother asked. Entranced by an = onslaught of forgotten memories, he nodded and wept. He was seventeen when his stepmother took him for this final portrait. = Freshly graduated from high school and bound for college, he had = promised himself that this was to be the last of his pretty pictures ... = =20 ...as always, Margery wanted everything to be perfect; David even let = her talk him into letting her give him a permanent, but he secretly = promised himself that he would cut all his curls before leaving home. = The dress was bought from the boutique where he shopped as a young boy = for pretty things to wear; the manager had always been sympathetic when = it came to outfitting the youngster in girlish things, and she became = even more understanding now that he was nearly eighteen years of age. = The dress she found for his final portrait was quite simple in its = elegance; it was a creation of white organdy and crinoline, with a = ruffled collar, long puffed sleeves, and a modest hemline. Both = stepmother and son were very pleased. ... the day of the photography sitting was filled only with excitement = and happiness. He got up extra early that morning, impatient because = his hair had been set the night before and he was dying to see himself = with his new curls. Following a quick breakfast, he took a long, = luxurious bubble bath, after which he covered himself with talcum powder = and sprayed himself thoroughly with perfume. Then the teenaged boy put = on a complete set of frilly feminine underthings, including a pair of = skimpy lace panties and a matching training brassiere, a girdle, a slip, = and a pair of sheer silken stockings; he took his time as he fastened = the stockings to the garters, one by one. After that, David slid his = stockinged feet into an expensive pair of white high-heeled pumps which = set off his shapely legs very nicely, and he stood before the dressing = mirror for a while, savoring what he saw.=20 ... finally, Margery joined him, and the tiny hair curlers were = carefully removed and the blond locks were brushed, styled, and sprayed = into place. His face was lightly painted with rouge, eye makeup, and = lipstick, and his nails were polished a bright pink. The boy then = stepped into his frilly new dress, trembling with impatience as his = stepmother adjusted the fit and closed the fastenings. A delicate gold = chain was draped around his ruffled throat, suspending a heart-shaped = locket, and a tiny gold ring with a similar heart was placed on his = finger. With makeup, manicure, and jewelry, his appearance set the = illusion of an attractive young debutante awaiting her escort. In his = special costume, seventeen year old David felt more alive and more happy = than ever before.... Laura was stunned. She stood there and studied the portrait for a long = time. =20 "This is beautiful! Is this why your hair was so short when I first = met you?" David nodded sheepishly. "Well, to be quite honest, I think = I prefer you this way. Perhaps if you dressed this way all the time, = you wouldn't have reason to lie me." =20 Laura then turned to David's stepmother. "The first time I noticed = your son, he was wearing an old leather jacket and boots. He didn't = seem as tough as he looked when I talked with him, and I suspected he = was trying to be something he really wasn't... but I would never have = guessed...." She looked at her young friend and she smiled as he bit = his lip. "You never should have been allowed to wear trousers. What a = waste. What a pitiful waste." Margery smiled. "It doesn't have to be, my darlings." She giggled. = "It doesn't have to be ... never, ever again ...." * * * David smiled as he listened to the voices in the living room; the = corners of his mouth turned upward with the sound of each laugh, the = pain of concentration forcing his lips to tremble and his eyes to = squint. He drew the lipstick across his mouth with great care, working = hard not to ruin his hard work with a momentary slip of the hand. He = smiled, puckered, and he smiled again. He felt content; he had finally gotten the chance to look in his old = wardrobe, and for some reason he wasn't at all surprised to see that it = was still filled with all kinds of pretty clothes, from the tiny dresses = and costumes that he loved to wear when he was little, to the last few = feminine outfits he wore as a teenager. Even the dresser drawers still = contained old nightgowns and underthings. The only things absent were = his boyish school clothes; his stepmother had thrown all those things = out after he left home, but for some reason he didn't seem to mind. =20 What truly amazed David was that many of his pretty clothes still fit = him; even after nearly two years he hadn't changed as much as he = thought, and there was plenty for him to wear. The youth smiled = dreamily as he thought about how nice it felt to be shed of his rough = denims and boots, and he wondered why he had ever wanted them so badly. = Carefully, gingerly, he stood up, trying his best not to fall down in = the high-heeled pumps, and he walked over to the huge dressing mirror = that dominated one corner of the bedroom. The rustling of the dress and = the tickling of lace against his legs excited him. His pulse quickened = as he approached the looking glass. =20 The young girl in the mirror opposite him smiled, welcoming him home. = Nearly twenty years of age, she was clad in a simple, yet elegant frock = of organdy and crinoline, the hemline reaching just below her stockinged = knees. David was fascinated with how familiar she looked; her face was = soft and pink, her huge blue eyes accented by shades of mascara and eye = shadow, her mouth made larger by the bright-colored lipstick coating her = lips; her hair had been curled and teased and lacquered into place; her = fingernails were coated with pink lacquer. As he breathed in the = fragrance of her perfume, he felt himself becoming aroused ... = physically, emotionally ... spiritually .... Beyond the mirrored image of the young girl stood two women, both = smiling with pride at the feminine creature before them. The oldest of = the two approached the girl from behind; in her hands was a thin gold = chain suspending a locket in the shape of a heart. David watched as the = chain was draped over the girlish head and the locket fell into place = below the frilly collar; the boy shivered with excitement as something = tickled his own neck. The younger of the women took the girl by the = hand, and a delicate ring was slipped over a pink painted nail, sliding = up to fit the feminine finger perfectly. With tears of release, David = looked down at the girl's fragile hands and he saw that they were his = own; he had finally returned home, and he knew that he would never leave = again .... end ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^= ^^^^^^^^^^^^ then turned to David's stepmother. 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