DINNER WITH JASMINE

				  by Bea

Gentle Reader:  If you are under eighteen years of age, please desist from
reading the following.  It is a low key, transvestite, fantasy unsuitable
for youth.  For others who are searching for graphic sex or violence, this
will not appeal to you at all.....


"Gosh Louise!"  Abigail said  "Your plane got in on good time.  Never
thought that you and Tom would get back here so quick"   she wiped her
hands on her apron.   "Dinner might be a while...?  Hope you don't mind.
Would you like a drink, or something..?"   She turned to me   "Tom?  How's
about pouring Louise a drink?  Louise, why don't you drop your bag there,
and grab a seat."

Louise sank into my big armchair, and smiled contentedly.  "Highly
unusual - me on a plane that gets in early.  Doesn't happen in Bolivia too
often, I'll tell you.  Never got through customs that quick.   Guess it
helps when your only luggage is carry-on, and you've got nothing to
declare..  But look Abigail, you're all hot and bothered.. Sit down and
relax.  Let's get to know each other - I've never met a sister-in-law
before.  The food can wait.. Please?..  don't go to such trouble - and yes,
Tom, why don't you pour me a drink. Gin and anything?"

I looked at my sister.  I hadn't seen her in almost four years.  Leaner,
tougher, brown and hard looking.  I guessed that was to be expected,
living with some native tribe on the Amazon for that amount of time.  For
some reason now, though she was entirely different, she reminded me of mom. 
I looked at Abigail, my wife of two years, pretty in her flounced dress and
frilly apron, but already getting a frayed look to her.  I knew that even
though they'd never met before, Louise intimidated and scared her - even
the way she kept pushing the lock of blonde hair out of her eyes looked
tired and defensive.
"Oh, she'll be finished getting dinner to the table in a minute"  I said
cheerily as I made Louise's drink, and carried it to her. "She can rest
then.  C'mon Abigail, buck up!  Would a drink help you?"

Abigail shot me a look of pure spite, and smiled pure saccharine  "If macho
man would get off his ass now and then... do a little more than pour
drinks?"
She heard her own bitterness coming through.  "Sorry,"  she said to no-one
in particular,  "Just one of these days.  No thanks, Tom.  Maybe later?"
I threw my hands into the air expansively  "Sorry my love!  Mea culpa!
Forgive me!"
Louise looked very uncomfortable.  "See here Abigail"  she said  "You
don't have to pretend with me.  He's my brother, remember.  I mean, don't
hesitate to have him serve up the food, or whatever.  I mean, you don't
need to do all this work when he's around.. ."   She stopped, puzzled,
looking at the amazed look on Abigails face.

"What in hell are you talking about?"  Abigail sniffed, her awe of my
sister temporarily overcome.  "Him?   Serve up food to the table?   He's
not exactly God's gift to a busy housewife you know.  To tell the truth,
even though he stays at home to 'write' - though he never seems to sell
anything - I do all the housework after I get home from work." 
It was Louise's turn to look amazed.  I had a feeling what was coming,
and tried to say something, but she shot me a look that I remembered only
too well, and I backed off. 
"But he's very good around the house."  She said  "I know.  I trained him
myself.  Well, that's not really true.  Mummy deserves a lot of the credit
too..."

Abigail was carrying dishes to the table.  When she heard what Louise
said, she set them down with a discernible thump, and turned to stare at
Louise.
"All I can say then is that I married someone who is not your brother ..
Or your ideas of 'good around the house' and mine don't match very
closely.  He's about as useful as tits on a boar - excuse the language"
She picked up the dishes again, and went to set the table.
"Hey Louise"  I whispered  "Take it easy.  This is your brother, my house,
remember?"
She looked at me coolly.  "I'm just back from a village where the men beat
their wives for the slightest provocation.  There, I couldn't interfere,
here I can.  What do you think you are?  You weren't brought up to be some
kind of macho man.  If you've been behaving the way I think you have,
well, I'm dreadfully ashamed of you.  Now be quiet while I think."

And, apart from the minimal conversational courtesies required at a dinner
with two other adults, she did some heavy thinking.  As we got to dessert,
she said quietly   "Jasmine.  Go and serve dessert.  There's a good girl!"
Abigail looked around to see who Jasmine was and, in so doing, missed me
rising from the table to get the dessert plates.  I heard Louise's voice
follow me into the kitchen  "I think I saw a spare apron hung on the
cabinet door.  Put it on to serve please"

Abigail's mouth was hanging open when I returned, wearing her frilled
apron that she normally wore only for company, when there was no dirty
work to get done.  She leaned back in her chair as I put desserts down in
front of her and Louise.  "Does he curtsey too?"  She croaked,
dis-believingly.
"Of course"  Louise said  "Jasmine.  Curtsey prettily for Abigail."
Blushing furiously, I obeyed.
Abigail shook her head.  "This is some kind of a joke, right?  I mean, you
guys set this hoax up on the way home from the airport, right?  What, in
the name of all that's holy, is going on here?"

I was heading for the kitchen to get my dessert, and heard Louise say
"Told you he was pretty good, eh?.  I'll give you the full story when
we're all settled down - hate to talk about someone when they're not
there".

She did start talking when I got back, and continued while we ate dessert
and through into the time that I was doing the dishes.
"He's about two years younger than me"  she began  "and I'll admit, he was
pretty rambunctious to begin with. Got worse after dad died. Bossy and
mean, and though I've always been bigger and stronger than him, he even
started to fight with me when he got to about six.  Found out that I'd get
in trouble with mom if I paid him back.  He'd get out to play all the time,
while I had to do the chores around the house - he really thought he was
king of all he surveyed. Typical boy, I guess."  She paused for a second or
two.
"Just one thing made life a little easier though.  Mum used to hate to
have his hair cut - it would get all long and wavy - just like a girls -
gave me something to tease him about - which would really piss him off.  Well,
one day he was being a real pain, you must know, like little boys can
be... ?"

Abigail nodded vehemently  "Yeah!  I had a little brother too.. Little
shit!"
"Well,"  Louise continued  " I had this girl friend over, about my age.
We both got fed up with how he was acting, and jumped him.  I don't really
know who's idea it was, but we had been playing dress up in some of
mummy's clothes, so we had him join us.
"Eh?"  Abigail said  "Join you?"
"Yes.  Dress up too"
"In your mother's clothes?"
"Yes. If I remember correctly, a yellow skirt, blue blouse, floppy hat,
pearls, high heels, lipstick..  You know ..?"
"I used to love dressing up."  Abigail mused.  She looked at my blushing
face.
"But didn't he raise a fuss?"
"I'll say."  Louise commented, "But I'd just had all I could take, up to
about here ..."  She raised her hand to her throat.
"... So, as by that time, we'd got his pants and underpants off, I put a
pair of mother's panties on him and gave him a good spanking.  It was
really strange.  He got this funny look in his eyes, then really quietened
down.  We were doing his hair when mummy came home and caught us."

"Gave you hell, for dressing up her little boy, eh?"
"Actually?  No.  We both thought that we were in trouble, but she seemed
kinda halfhearted when she told us to stop it.  I remember,  I was all
ready to quit until Kathy, my friend spoke up,  "But he was being so
naughty, and now she is being so good!"
"Mummy just smiled, then came over to us.  I could see him getting all
ready to jeer when she made us turn him loose.  "You don't have these
rollers tight enough girls.  Her hair will never set that way"  is all that
mummy said - and then she tightened one of the rollers, then re-pinned it -
and walked away!"

Louise smiled softly, reminiscing.  "It was our first attempt at setting
hair, but I think we did a creditable job of it.  After we finished
tightening up the rollers, we wrapped a chiffon scarf around his head for
the rest of the day. "
"The rest of the day?  Did you make him stay in the clothes as well?" 
Abigail asked, looking at me disbelievingly.
"Well I wanted to.  But it came dinner time and Kathy had to go home, and
I guess that mummy didn't want him to spill stuff down her blouse while he
was eating, so she let him change"
"When did you take the rollers out?"
"The next day.  I had promised Kathy that I wouldn't do it without her,
so she got there early and I didn't have to wait too long.  We brushed it
out.  It was great!  He looked just like a little girl!.  We teased him
and teased him.  He was crying and complaining and went running to mummy."

She took a sip of her drink.  "I really think that she was going to wash
it out for him, but couldn't resist teasing him a little first.  Well, I
guess he raised such a hullaballoo that he got her upset.  The next thing,
she was marching him into my bedroom and closed the door. Me and Kathy were
both laughing so hard, thinking that she was going to spank him, but it was
really quiet for a while.  When they came out, she said  "Girls?  I've
brought you a new playmate.  Her name is Jasmine."

"It was amazing.  She had put him in an old pink party dress of mine - all
frilly and flouncy with one of these stick-out petticoats with little pink
ribbons - even I had hated that dress, it was so feminine.  She had put a
ribbon in his hair, little white ankle socks, white strap-over shoes.
God!  He was pretty!  I noticed that he had that funny look in his eyes
again.  It was a Sunday.  She made him  play girls games with us all
morning.  When we got fed up, I went to have lunch with Kathy. I think
mummy made him help with her lunch, then she started teaching him how to
sew.  I think it was then that she started training him to be a housewife.
He really is good at all these things you know :  cooking, sewing,
ironing.  I used to have him wash my lingerie, and touch it up with an
iron.  He was very good at that."

I could see that Abigail didn't like the fact that she'd had an
accomplished housewife available, when she hated housework herself, but
she giggled, seeing my mortification.   "My husband.  In a pink party
dress!  Oh my!  I would have loved to see that."  She cocked her head to
one side  "Mind you... he might not... look too bad.. even today.  A
little padding here and there..? "
"That's what we did as he got older."  Louise laughed  "A little here a
little there."
"You mean, you mean ... you did it again?"
Louise looked at her as if she was crazy.  "Of course!.  Mummy pretended
for a long time that she didn't like me doing it to him, but she came
around after a while.  I'm pretty sure she got a big kick out of
it. I mean, she was brought up the same was as I was - boys got out to
play.  Girls stayed in and helped with the housework.  She probably felt
the same as me - payback was fun." 

She got a meditative look in her eyes.  "Guess I was a little shit for a
while - you know that saying?  Power corrupts?"
Abigail nodded.
Loise continued, grinning. "Sometimes, I'd tell mummy that he was being all
nasty and boyish - suggest he needed dressing up again.  He never did seem
to learn that his histrionics just got her to agree that, well, maybe a
little dressing up would calm him down.."
Abigail leaned forward.  "And did it?"
"Of course. Just became the sweetest little thing..."
She grinned again.  "And then, of course,  there were the times I'd tell
her that he was becoming such a sissy - and suggest that dressing him up in
girls' clothes would be a good 'punishment' for him..?"

Abigail sat backwards.  "So.  If he's masculine - you dress him up.  If
he's feminine, same thing?  Sounds like you made his life quite.. would the
word 'interesting' describe it?"
Louise pursed her lips in an unsuccessful attempt to hide a grin.  "Had him
coming and going.  Mummy finally just left what he was to wear up to me. 
After that, he was really nice and obedient."  She paused.   "One time - I
was really mean.  Mummy had gone to the airport to pick up her sister -
aunt Lily.  I knew when they'd be back, but pretended they'd be a long
time.  When they came in, they 'caught' him sitting at mummy's dressing
table in her lingerie - pink satin it was - her high heels... Pearl
necklace and clip on earrings... And putting on her lipstick.  He was
Jasmine that whole weekend."
"Even mother started getting in to the act more and more. One time I
remember in particular.  You should have seen his face. He opened up one of
her birthday presents to him, think it was his fourteenth, fifteenth,
something like that - and it was a full set of matching lingerie - light
blue satin. Little training bra, panties, half and full slip, garter belt -
and oh yes! - a couple pairs of nylons."

"Oh, how cruel!"  Abigail said pretending sympathy, but then giggled  "Did
he ever wear them?"
"Of course.  There and then"  Louise answered.  "Mummy pretended to
be so hurt that he didn't like them because he hadn't thanked her or
looked happy when he opened them up.  She swore she was going to take him
down to the store where she got them and make him pick out his own.  That
got him panicked, I'll tell you, so he grabbed at the chance to model them
for us right away.  We agreed that it was O.K. for him to be shy showing
just the lingerie, so mummy lent him this really sexy peignoir, and I made
him up. Mummy's shoes still fitted him in these days.  You should have
seen him model them for us .. It was so funny!   We let him change out of
them then, but a friend of mine came round after dinner.."

"Kathy?"  Abigail asked.
"Oh no.  Another girl friend of mine."
"You mean you had him wear his new lingerie in front of another girl?"
"You don't seem to understand, Abigail"  Louise said  "I was dressing him
up on a regular basis.  He couldn't wear girl's clothes to school of
course, but we kept his hair long and often at weekends he wouldn't be out
of a dress for the whole time." She looked at me directly   "Remember
Denise's slumber party?"
Face down in shame, I nodded.
"You didn't take him to a girl's slumber party"  Abigail said, tittering
into her hand  "Oh, c'mon!"
"It was a party for girls from my school.  None of them were close enough
to me to know I had a brother.  He'd really pissed me off that week, so I
took him as my sister.  He did very well, sitting with the girls in the
blue baby-dolls I bought him.  I even had him do Denise's hair."

Louise laughed to herself.  "Then there was the time I couldn't figure what
to get mom for her Xmas.  Got him all dressed up in one of of her prettiest
evening frocks - really fancy stuff.."
"How old was he then?"  Abigail asked.
"Oh.  About twenty I guess.  Mummy's clothes still fitted him great then -
even her shoes.  Anyway, I made him up to look fantastic - bright red
lipstick, long false nails to match.."  She giggled.  "Even false
eyelashes.  Took some photographs, had them developed then enlarged the two
best.  Had them framed..."
"In one of them, she was sitting on your knee - I mean 'he' was sitting on
your knee...and.. and..you had a sort of safari outfit on, didn't you
Louise? .. One of these Australian bush hats..  He ... She.. Was wearing a
sort of yellow silk costume?"  Abigail interrupted excitedly.

"Yeah.  That's right"  Louise replied.  "How did you know?"
"Your mother showed them to me one time I was visiting there, but I'd no
idea it was him."  Abigail replied in turn.  She turned to me, a
speculative look in her eyes.
"You really were pretty, you know - and they were taken only what?  Two,
three years before I met you?"
I thought I could see where she was going, and tried to get her off the
track.   "Look Abigail.  It was a long time ago.  I don't do that kind of
thing any more.."
"You might be more human if you did!"  she snapped.  "I wonder how
often I'd have liked a hand in the kitchen .. Or had someone do my hair
when I was feeling down.. "
"But men don't do these things" I explained.  "Don't you see?  Mom and
Louise made me act like a girl so much, I had to sort-of compensate.."

Louise interrupted  "But I thought you'd got to like being a girl?"  She
turned to Abigail.  "My last year in college I had to take some classes
over the summer semester.  The dorm was pretty empty, and I was too busy
to take care of my room.  He came on a visit, so I decided to have him
stay with me to look after the place .."
"Like a maid?"  Abigail gasped
"Well, .. Yes"  loise admitted  "But I thought of him more as a..a.."
"Ladies companion?"
"Exactly!"  She turned to me again  "And don't tell me you didn't enjoy
it.  You had a great time as Ellie's bridesmaid - remember your blue
outfit?"

Abigail started to choke.  Gasping  "I can just see him.. her .. in a long
dress.. "   She turned to me  "What kind of material?"
"Blue taffeta"  I admitted grudgingly.
"Oh.. Oh .Oh shit!  .. A blue .. A taffeta dress!"  She smiled wickedly.
"Did pretty Jasmine have a lovely time dancing with all the boys?"
Louise came to my defense.  "No.  No, he never showed the slightest
interest in boys.  He just always seemed to like being with girls."
"Was it a big wedding?"  Abigail probed again. " I mean, how many
bridesmaids were there, Louise?"
"Four, I think.  Right Jasmine?"
I nodded.  "Yeah"
Abigail addressed me again  "Where did you get changed .. Into your blue
taffeta dress?"
"At Ellie's house."  I answered  "The wedding was there."
She leaned back in her chair, reflecting.  "Tell me.  What were you
wearing when you drove to Ellie's house?"
I sighed.  "A black and white polka dot dress"
"high heels?, Hat?"
"Both"
"color?"
"Red"
"A red handbag as well?"
I nodded.
"Did Louise drive you there?"
"No.  One of the other bridesmaids picked us all up."
"What a pretty picture.  A bunch of girls, all giggling and having a good
time in a car.  You all change in the same room?"

I didn't say anything, but she knew the answer.
"You won't help me in the kitchen.  You won't do my hair.  'Men' don't do
that?  But you ran around in polka dots and blue taffeta dresses - not
counting the pretty lingerie - and getting dressed in the same room as
other girls?.  Tell me.  How the hell would you know what men do and don't
do?"

She turned to Louise.  "But there's still one thing I don't understand.  I
mean, he is a man after all...A sissie maybe, but still ... I mean, how did
you make him put the clothes on?"
Louise shrugged.  "I really don't know what goes through his mind, but I
think he's just so conditioned into doing what a woman tells him to do ..
He just feels that he's got to obey, I guess."
Abigail shook her head.  "Maybe it's me that's been brainwashed" she said
slowly  "but I've always thought of him as being stronger than me..." 
She turned to me, a questioning look on her face.
"Hey cissie?  Let's see how strong you really are.  I used to indian
wrestle with my brothers.  They always beat me of course, but I've never
met a girl I couldn't beat.  C'mon over here to the table.  Let's see how
you do, eh?"

Shocked at the way things were turning out - and the rapidity of my slide
into submission, I stood up and went to the table.  Abigail was setting up
two chairs so that we'd sit facing each other across the width of the
table.
"I don't really want to do this."  I said, pleading.
Abigail simpmly shook her head in a disbelieving fashion, and pointed at
the chair that I was to sit in.  I slid into it, and faced her across the
table.  She looked very grim.  Leaned forward and put her elbow on the
table.
"C'mon sissie"  she said, and waggled her hand.

I tried to show a sense of confidence on my face but had no real hopes that
it would work.  Put my arm up and my elbow on the table.  Took her hand in
mine.  She grinned suddenly, and turned to Louise.
"Never realized it before"  she said  "but he really does have a soft
little hand, doesn't he?"  She brought her other hand up and stroked my
arm.  " And look at this.  Hardly any hair - and all soft too.  Just like a
girl's.  But then she looked me straight in the eyes.  "Let's go.  On a
count of three, O.K?"
My mouth was too dry with fear to speak.  I nodded.
"One.. Two ... Three!"

It wasn't much of a contest.  I did try to summon up all my strength, and
the strain must have shown in my face.  At first, I think she expected more
resistance but, as she gauged how much strength I really had, an amused
expression crossed her face.  Quite gently then, she simply forced my hand
back.  I actually gave up before she had my hand back on the table.  She
grinned at me, and actually stopped my hand about two inches above the
surface, savoring her triumph.  Just as gently then, she finished the
contest, pushing my hand in to the defeated position, flat on the table.

Then she disengaged her hand, and looked back to my sister.  
"I would never have believed it.  Now:  all I have to do is tell him to go
and get dressed properly?"
Louise shrugged.  "Don't know as you've got to tell him.  I'd say that a
'suggestion' is going to be good enough from now on."

Abigail turned back to me.  Smiled.
"We've been doing things the wrong way around here for a while.  Don't you
think?"
I looked at her, not knowing what she meant.  She understood my confusion
and explained.
"Well me being the pretty, feminine one - you being the big tough guy. 
Now, want to hear how I think it should be?  C'mon.  Speak up."
"Yes Abigail"  I said obediently.  She turned back to Louise.
"I really could learn to like this."  She said.  Then her attention came
back to me.
"We'll have you being the pretty, feminine one.  Staying home.  Doing the
housework.  Dressing all nicely for me when I come home from a hard day's
work.  Cooking nice meals - being all sweet and cuddly.  You know, smelling
nice, nice make up..?  Does that sound nice to you?  C'mon now.  Does it?"
"Honestly Abigail.."  I started.
"Of course it does!"  She answered for me.  "After all, I've been the
housewife for two years now.  Fair's fair, isn't it?  If you're so good at
it - and at home anyway, it must be time that you took your turn, eh?"

I looked down at the table in defeat and hung my head.  "Yes Abigail."
"You really want to, don't you?"  She pressed.
Helplessly, I shrugged agreement.
"Very good!" She enthused.  "And you want to start right away, eh?  Want to
go and put on some nice girlish, soft clothes, some nice perfume, makeup to
make you pretty?.  Bet you do, don't you?" 

"Yes Abigail"  I surrendered.
"Oh!  I wish I'd known you'd want this"  she giggled "I'd have all sorts of
nice things for you.  But now that I think about it, I've got a really
gorgeous set of undies in coral satin that I've never worn - then that pink
angora sweater that you always like me to wear - and that nice pleated wool
skirt, you know, the pink one.  Bet they look wonderful on you, eh?  So why
don't you go into the bedroom and change.  You'll find the undies in the
right hand corner of the dreser, the sweater and skirt are hanging up in
the closet.  Try some of my shoes - put on something suitable - I'm pretty
sure that you'll find something that'll fit.  Come back out when you're
finished - go on now, hurry up - there's a good girl!"

Loise grinned at me on my way to the bedroom, but I didn't respond. I went
into the room and closed the door.  The undies were in the drawer as
Abigail had said: a nice set of satiny material, lace edged - bra, panties,
full slip, garter belt.  I found a pair of stockings beside them. Pulled
all the articles I'd need out of the drawer and laid them on the bed.
The skirt and sweater were just as easy to find.  I slid them off their
hangers and put them beside the lingerie on the bed.  In a fog, I got out
of my old clothes and started to put on my new ones.

To tell the truth, I found that I hadn't lost any skills in adjusting the
shoulder straps of the bra and slip to suit me.  I had forgotten the
feeling of constraint that the same straps gave, encircling my back and
shoulder - and the feel of the garter belt encircling my thighs. Before I
put the sweater on, I padded the bra cups with some cotton wool.

The sweater felt so soft on my skin.  There were a couple of buttons at the
back of the neck that proved difficult to fasten, but I finally managed.
The skirt had an elastic insert in the waist band so that it fitted me very
comfortably.  A pair of low heeled beige pumps fitted me perfectly.

My hair wasn't very long I saw, looking at my reflection in the mirror -
maybe she'd let me wear a wig, and keep my hair at it's current length?
I shook my head and walked back to the living room, my sister and my wife.
Walking aroused me - I seemed able to feel every inch of the sweater as it
moved fractionally over the satin of my lingerie, the hems of  the skirt
and slip as they moved over my stockings - the feel of the stockings as the
rubbed each other on the inside of my thighs.  Luckily, the skirt was tight
enough that my erection didn't show.

Abigail and Louise were talking about something when I came back into the
room.  Abigail smiled and beckoned me to her by crooking her finger at me.
Hastily, I walked over to her.  She held up her hands.  Not knowing exactly
what she wanted I put my hands out to hers.  She took hold of mine and
gently pulled me down to sit on her lap.  Gently, she nudged me, until my
head was resting on her shoulder.  She took up her conversation with Louise
again.

"As I was saying .. I really think that 'Evelyn' is a lot more appropriate
than 'Jasmine'... I mean, you really need dark hair for one of these
oriental names, don't you think?"
Louise looked puzzled.  "But.. he is dark .. at least, darkish, wouldn't
you say?"
Abigail laughed.  "Of course Louise.. I guess you're not a mind reader.  I
should have said that I'm going to have him color his hair.. Champagne
blonde, I think .. maybe even platinum.. I'd never color my own hair that
color, but I've always liked it..  So Evelyn just sounds more .. more
'right' somehow."

"Abigail."  Louise said  "Look.  He's yours.  Any name you want to call him
is fine by me.  But if you don't mind me saying this .. It's going to be a
real pain in the ass when he has to change his hair color back and forward
all the time.."
"But why should he be changing so often?"  Abigail asked in turn.
"Well?  You don't see too many guys with platinum blonde hair."  Louise
replied.

Abigail's hand was around my waist, her hand cupping my breast under the
sweater. She caressed it slowly as she spoke.
"But he's not a guy any more, is he?  He's my little cutie pie.  All nice
and soft, sitting here on my lap, being my girl.  Just wait until we get
his hair all done nice, and I buy him a whole mess of pretty clothes.  Why,
I'd just bet that he'll never want to go back into these ugly 'men's'
things again.  Will you Evelyn?"
My wife was carrying this whole thing further than Louise had ever thought
of.  It dawned on me, far too late, that Abigail had no intention of having
me 'alternate' between being masculine and feminine - I was to be exactly
what she had described - her wife - and a feminine one at that - for what
appeared to be some time.  With her free hand she tilted my face up to hers
and kissed me on the lips.
"That O.K. with you Evelyn?"  she said when she had finished.

I looked up at her, knowing full well that I couldn't hide the adoring look
in my eyes any more.
"Oh yes Abigail"  I breathed, and snaked my arms around her neck and kissed
her back.

                                 The End