THE JANUS ACADEMY
			 by  Mardee Louise Prynne

	This story contains adult sexual situations.  These sexual
situations are quite special, even beautiful but  they are unusual!  If
such might offend or if you are not yet eighteen, leave now.  As usual, all
civil comments will be answered. 

Mardee Louise (MartiL340@AOL.COM)

	I started teaching in the Janus Academy in that small town at the
start of the fall semester .  It was referred to as a junior college; it
was really one of those places for bright, well off girls to atone for
having wasted high school.  Here they could show they had matured and could
do serious academic work and so qualify for their mothers' alma maters.
The school was intended to remake or mold these frivolous girls into well
rounded, sophisticated and desirable women.  This meant only that they
would be in line for a "better " marriage.  That's what I thought the
school was all about.
	I remember reflecting on the letter I received a week or so after
answering the blind ad.  The name Janus Academy struck me as both odd and
apt.  Janus, the two faced Roman god watched over doorways.  One could
leave one place and enter another under Janus's guardianship.  I was trying
to leave what I had been and enter a new existence.  Janus might suit me
quite well.
	Mine was to be an odd arrangement; teach music history and dance
history, edit and upgrade an arts magazine and act as mentor and advisor to
the girls interested in culture and the arts.
	The rural environment suited me.  I hoped to develop relationships
with women in the academic community or in the adjacent town.  I wasn't
quite ready for the relationships that so suddenly developed; they were
odder still than my assignments yet wonderful for their uniqueness.
	You must understand that I was a misfit.  I felt out of place in
most social circles. My sense of worth hinged on my ability to understand
and to explain music and dance.  Performance was not my thing. Nor was
social activity my thing.  There were very few women that I successfully
related to as a man.  Don't get me wrong; I felt no attraction for other
men.  I was hoping to find a place in this small academic world.  Hopefully
it would be a place where I could develop a lie for myself, a life
integrated in a community yet on my own terms.
	I was graceful but very unathletic as a child.  Being well below
average size and strength did little to impress others nor to enhance my
almost non-existent sense of competitiveness.  Having always been tiny and
unathletic I was bullied by boys and teased by girls.  The girls bullied me
too; they usually did it by teasing but even they got physical in their
harassment of me. And so I became a solitary, independent, self-contained
person.  I was content but wanted some relationships with others to make
myself a whole person.
	There had been one woman who saw past my loneliness and with whom I
lived for too brief a span.  Even as she used me and my creative skills as
a stepping stone, this woman had opened a window to wholeness and total
being.  She became restless and left me more empty than she had found me.
	I arrived in this new place hopeful of reentering the world I so
briefly glimpsed through my love affair with Brenda.  Yet I was so
terrified of opening up and experiencing the pain of loss once more.
	My belongings were put way in the small house I had rented.
Faculty teas would begin the next week.  The thought excited me yet filled
me with fear of facing more rejection, to again be the misfit, the oddball.

	Around noon that day I strolled into town.  The main street was
attractive but for the most part the shops were predictable for a small
town where affluent people had summer homes. A few bed & breakfast inns
brought weekend visitors through the autumn.  There were the usual "tea
room" sorts of places, a couple of "pubs," a coffee house and some very
tasteful clothing shops for men and women.  One ladies clothing shop had an
adjacent "annex" that carried a rather classy line of lingerie and
foundations.  A white chemise with matching panties and kimono caught my
eye.  I was suddenly fantasizing how truly sexy for its very innocence
white could be.
	A new age herbal shop drew me inside.  I bought a few preparations
that I used from time to ease the intensity of a cold.  I browsed over the
book racks and the notice board.  A prominent notice for a Native American
healer announced counseling, planning and training for physical and
spiritual health.  "Telephone T. White."  A judo club met in the local
school gym.  Perhaps I could start training.  I had always fantasized about
punishing the bullies who had embarrassed me and teased me throughout my
life but at five feet five inches and with a slender body that was not
likely to happen.  Growing up with my mother in a house of women and girls
didn't bring out the macho in me either.
	My mother once enrolled me in a ballet school.  I loved it and was
good at it.  Of course I didn't have the strength to "partner" the girls.
My dancing was more than adequate.  I envied the girls' pretty costumes at
recitals.  My drab black tights and white tee shirt were so plain compared
to the colorful leotards and tights the girls wore to class.  Perhaps I
could start dancing again and try to teach a class.
	Life would be good in this new place with a new job and a chance to
be myself and to heal, to fill the void left by being abandoned by my
lover.
	A hand on my arm caused me to turn.   "Excuse me for being so
forward.  I'm Dr.  Laurent.  We haven't met but I see you're new faculty."
	"No, please no need to apologize. I'm so glad you introduced
yourself. I really didn't want to wait until the faculty teas and so on to
meet colleagues."
	She was tall, athletically slender but had all the curves in the
right places.  Her auburn hair was in a rather severe style; pulled back
from her face into a pony tail and then pinned up in a bun.  Her green
shirtwaist dress was the right color for her deep claret colored hair.  She
had the look of a librarian in a romantic comedy.  The one in the scene
where she takes off her glasses, shakes her hair loose and wins the hero
away from the bitchy villainess on the spot.  Of course the hero had to be
pretty nearsighted not to see she was attractive at the start.
	"Let me take you to lunch to welcome you."
	I agreed expecting a tearoom sort of thing but was pleasantly
surprised when she took me by the hand and led me into a tavern
	"Great draught ale," she said conspiratorially as she leaned her
weight against me.
	She ordered two pints and a cheese and onion platter.  "We'll have
a chance to chat.  Do call me Gwenn.  My name's Gwendolyn but I never was
the type to be called Wendy."  She laughed musically.
	She pushed her chair away from the table and leaned back crossing
her legs as she did so. She showed a lot of knee for the nineteen-fifties.
	"Oh Jordan, I pushed my pocketbook out of reach.  Be a dear and
hand it to me."
	I leaned forward to rescue her purse. She rewarded me by recrossing
her legs and affording me a rather generous glimpse of her white midleg
panty girdle.  Either this woman is totally naive and innocent or she's a
temptress of unreal skill!
	Gwen has wanted the pocket book to freshen her lipstick.  This
guileless yet charming lady made the mundane act of touching up her
lipstick into a seductively fascinating art.  I was enthralled.
	"Psychology is what I teach best.  My avocation is Celtic
spirituality."
	"Sounds quite Jungian...the psychology and the spirituality.  How
did Dr. Laurent get to the Celtic stuff?"
	"Don't let the surname fool you.  The Laurent is from my
ex-husband," she smiled as if she knew I was inwardly pleased to learn she
might not be married.  "Never again," Gwen shuddered as she said that.
	"Pardon?"
	"Marriage...unless we're totally suited.  But how does one know?
Once bitten, twice shy to use the adage."
	"Must have been quite a turbulent relationship."  I amazed myself
at my willingness to react openly to what this magnificent woman so openly
shared with me.
	"Abusive bastard!  But let's not dwell on that.  Although I did pay
him back."  Gwen reached across the table and rested her finger tips on the
back of my hand.  She motioned for another round of ale.
	Gwen groped in her pocket book and found a pack of Gauloise!  I
don't know why, but I was surprised.  She tamped the tobacco down by
tapping the cigarette on the table.  A sterling silver lighter was used in
a way that said Gwen did this regularly.  A deep French inhale and the
cigarette was passed to me as she lit a second.
	"I smoke only one or two a day but they matter."
	"You smoke with your whole being it seems.  Really quite sensual."
Damn!  I was afraid I had gone too far.
	"Quite so.  And that's only for openers," she laughed lightly,
sensually, provocatively.
	A few moments of silent contemplation as I watched her stare into
the blue smoke.
	"Jordan, you certainly are refreshing.  You really care when you
ask and you listen when I talk about myself and my role in the school.
You're special.  But bear in mind that this is a most unusual school.  Some
of us have some very progressive applications of very old ideas.  The
families of a few of our best pupils are aware of this and are most
supportive.  Actually sought us out.  As for much of the faculty, the less
said to them the better."
	Gwen folded draped her left arm over the back of her chair.  Her
head tilted as a wry smile passed across her face.
	"Sounds fascinating and more than a bit mysterious."
	"Not really.  I understand you know a bit of Asian stuff.  Yin and
yang sort of theories but a bit more European.  There are those who try too
hard to avoid facing the elements of both sexes that seethe within them.
My theory is that by developing the hidden part, the part they resist, they
become much more effective.  I see it as recognizing the goddess within.
This holds for boys even more so than for girls as they mature.  Actually
it's the boys who have the greatest need for ... a little involved for this
moment.  But I know you'll come to realize what can be done."
	"Rather heavy for here and now.  You'll have to tell me much more.
There must be some papers that I might read."
	"You're quite correct.  Another time.  I don't mean to intrude but
I know something about you and your sense of emptiness and lack of
individuation.  Sorry for the technical jargon.  I'll be more real.  I know
you feel incomplete.  Perhaps you might let me make you complete again."
	There was a long pause.  I reflected on my emptiness and how much I
wanted to get past it.
	" Do walk home with me.  It's not out of your way."
	We set off through the mid afternoon sunshine.  Our shadows seemed
long as we walked silently together.  Suddenly Gwen's arm was through mine.
I wasn't ready for this so quickly but it felt very right.
		
	A few turnings off the main way brought us to a comfortable looking
brick colonial.  Two cars were visible in the open garage.
	"Both mine.  The MG is for fun.  The other is my practical side."
Her half laugh was infectious.
	We stopped at the bottom of her walk.  I felt like an eighth grader
in my awkwardness and my ambivalence.  This quietly attractive, brainy
woman was arousing feelings in me that I wasn't quite ready for.  Simple
arousal would have been welcome and easy to work through.  But I had no
idea what Gwen had in mind.
	"Give me an hour or two to get ready and come back for some cold
supper."

	The sun was dropping beneath the horizon, leaving its glow on the
windows of the scattered houses.  Gwen's door opened even before I knocked.
She wasn't simply attractive; this woman was beautiful in ways beyond
belief.
	She wore a knee length slate blue dress.  It had cuffed sleeves, a
fitted torso and was loose, even flowing below the waist.  Black opaque
stockings and black patent opera pumps set off her exquisite legs.  A
silver brooch in a Celtic pattern was at her breast.  A silver cross
nestled just above the cleavage of her full round breasts made all the more
alluring for the glimpse of black lace that set off the whiteness of her
skin.
	"Let's have cocktails in the study. " She took my hand and led me
to a room off the hall.
	It was almost out of a movie set.  A fire was burning under a
mantle covered with various award certificates.  A large Hepplewhite desk
was arranged with all the accouterments of a professor's desk.  Paintings
interspersed with book shelves added to the effect.  A table under the
window was set with a tray of canapés.  Scotch and bourbon as well as
Drambuie were next to an ice bucket.  What drew my eye more was the photo
of young girl signed, "Gwen, with thanks for making me all I am. Love, D."
	"Most people call her Deirdre..  An early and very successful
pupil."
	"She's very much like you... all your classic beauty."
	"And none of my wrinkles?  Thank you. I'm very proud of her.  But
that's for some other day's discussion."
	Gwen had been fumbling with the front of her dress.  I realized she
had unbuttoned it.  She took my hand in hers and put it inside her open
dress.  My fingers warmed as I thrilled to the delicate fabric of her
bra. Gwen smiled at me as she kissed me.  Our tongues met as her nipple
hardened beneath my fingers.
	We were in a deep, soul probing kiss.  My arms were around her, my
hands on the full firmness of her bottom.  Gwen stepped back from our
embrace long enough to let her dress fall to the floor.  Her body was
emphasized rather than concealed by the short black, lace edged chemise.
Her full breasts were more beautiful as they rose with her breathing.
	Gwen took my hand in hers and twisted so I fell to the floor!  Her
judo throw effectively surprised me yet heightened my arousal. Gwen
straddled my chest in a schoolyard pin leaving the crotch of her white
nylon panties within inches of my face. As she opened my trousers, she
spoke.
	"I'm afraid you may not be ready for this but I want you!"
	I raised my hips to pull my trousers and briefs down.  Gwen stood
over me as she yanked them off my legs.  As suddenly as she threw me, she
was lying on top of me. My face was trapped between her breasts as Gwen
took complete control.
	I was rock hard and panting as she released my face from the
wonderful imprisonment of her breasts.  She pulled her panty crotch aside
and lowered herself onto my cock.  Gwen reached back and squeezed my balls
as she held my cock firmly in her cunt.  She lifted herself and slowly
descended on my cock once more. Relaxing and squeezing her vaginal muscles
sent me into ecstasy as her juices flowed over me.  Gwen began to moan as
she revolved her hips.  We exploded together.
	Gwen lay back and spread her legs as he guided my face to her
thighs.  I licked her juices from her thighs as she pulled my face closer
to her cunt.  Her juices mingled with my cum as I ate her clean.
	Gwen glowed with a relaxed and loving smile. "A rusty nail would be
go well right now," she said as she handed me a plate of canapés.  This
woman was incredible.  An unbelievably aggressive lover one minute and the
perfect hostess the next.
	I stood up and reached for my clothes.
	"Not necessary.  We'll just have to undress you again."  Gwen
opened a small cabinet at the base of one of the bookshelves and handed me
a folded robe and a pair of thin cotton briefs.  As I started to put them
on I realized it was a pair of light blue cotton panties.
	"Just put them on and don't be so uptight.  Besides I think you'll
look sexy in them."
	"Oh, I'll try them."  I complied.  I felt a tingling as I adjusted
the panties over my hips.  The robe was a simple blue velour wrap style
with white piping at the edge and along the lapels.  It brushed the top of
my knees,
	"Nice legs," teased Gwen.
	"I'm not sure why I'm doing this so don't rub it in or I'll get
dressed."
	"Oh really!  It'll just waste time undressing you later.
Besides...I plan to teach you a whole new meaning to the idea of getting
dressed."  A wry, ironic smile crossed her face.
		
	We sat at a small oak table in a little informal dining room off
the kitchen.  A bottle of medoc had been opened earlier so that it had
"breathed" to perfection.
	We sipped in silence as Gwen reached across the table and took my
hand. Her stockinged foot had flipped open my robe and now rested
momentarily on my thigh.  A combination of gravity and will slid her foot
onto my balls.  She rotated her foot, massaging me through the thin cotton
of the panties she had asked me to wear.
	"We'll have coffee later."
	Gwen led me up the stairs.  She managed to stay a few steps above
me so that the movement of her magnificent bottom held my attention.  The
contrast of her white panties under the black silk of the chemise, of the
delicate light skin of her thighs against the intensely black tops of her
stockings were maddening.  I had never conceived that such perfection could
be aesthetic and arousing at once.
	The bed covers had been turned down.  Gwen pushed me back onto the
cool white sheets.  Her face was in my neck as her hand opened my robe.
Her mouth was over mine as her fingers circled my nipple.  I moaned,
whimpered as her tongue deftly stimulated my nipples.  Kneeling over me,
she probed my navel with her very agile tongue. Suddenly her knees were on
either side of my head as she flicked a drop of precum form the tip of my
raging hardon.  Her mouth enveloped my cockhead.
	We were on our sides as she locked her muscular thighs around my
head.  Still, she managed to grind her wet panty crotch into my face. I
gasped as my tongue groped for her slit thorough the juice soaked silken
fabric.  Gwen pulled the crotch aside as she pushed my face hard against
her cunt. My tongue swirled over her hard clit.  Her legs locked tight as
she screamed in the ecstasy of an orgasm that drowned me in her delicious
juices.
	Gwen revived almost instantly and swallowed my cock.  As I
approached orgasm she squeezed the base of my cock between her fingers as
she tightly crushed my balls with the other hand.  The effect was beyond
belief. I came from the tips of my toes.  Every fiber of my being drove the
cum from my throbbing cock deep into Gwen's greedy mouth.
	We collapsed in each other's arms in relaxed light sleep.
	Moments turned to hours as the rising moon flooded the room in
bright pale light.  We slowly explored each other's body with eyes, with
finger tips, with lips and tongues.  Gwen cuddled me from behind in a spoon
position.  Her hands cupped my breasts as her groin rested lightly against
my bottom.  I felt more relaxed and more secure than I felt in so very
long.  A deep, peaceful sleep followed.

	I stirred in the early morning. It was as if a wonderfully erotic
yet romantic dream had been turning to reality.  Gwen's hair brushed over
my face as she deliberately teased me awake.  Her robe fell open as she
bent over me.  Her fingers fluttered like butterflies across my balls.  I
was drawn to a sitting position with my feet on the floor.
	Gwen eased herself between my legs and slowly knelt as she took my
cock in her mouth.  She sucked tenderly until I was hard.  She rose to her
feet, stood on the bed so she straddled me and then lowered herself to my
lap taking my cock into her cunt as she did so.  Her mouth enveloped mine
as we melted together.
	There was no movement.  The heat of her bodies was centered in our
genitals.  Yet there was no sense of urgency.  It was as if we wanted to
merge together and stay together forever.
	Gwen rose.  She stepped through a door and moments later I heard a
shower running.  I followed the sound and for the first realized I needed
to urinate. Gwen pulled me into the shower.  "Your bladder must be
bursting," she teased.  Standing behind me, she reached around and lightly
grasped my cock.  "Go ahead little boy. Tinkle for me."
	We laughed like children as she directed my stream of urine toward
the drain.
	"But nice little girls sit when they go," she said seriously.
	She pressed her groin against my naked butt as she turned my face
to hers. I twisted my head to meet her open mouth. Our tongues touched
before our lips met.  Gwen's hands cupped my breasts as her fingers glided
over my nipples.
	As we stepped out of the shower Gwen wrapped me in a huge terry
cloth towel.  I watched her as she pulled on a white terry cloth robe.  She
pulled it tightly around her as if to dry herself and then let it open.
The open robe framed her full, firm breasts and her pubic mound.  Gwen
patted me dry as I hugged the towel to my body.
	Gwen produced a pair of white nylon briefs and a white chemise from
somewhere.  She held the panties in front of her and turned them so that
the back was to her and the front to me. Holding the panties in front of
her face.  Gwen was every bit the Celtic priestess raising a libation to
the god and goddess.  Before stepping into the panties she skimmed them
lightly over my now dry body.  I began to stir.  It struck me that I wanted
her to allow me to step into the panties.  So white, so sensual; they
became the embodiment of innocence and of seduction, of vulnerability and
of power!
	Gwen smiled at me as she stepped into the chemise and adjusted it
over her magnificent body.  She was priestess and goddess.  I was half
erect but unsure. I wanted Gwen yet I wanted her lingerie as well!

	I sat on the edge of the bed as Gwen turned her back to me.  As she
bent forward my eyes riveted to the curved seam where the crotch of her
panties met the cleft of her butt cheeks.  Gwen was uncanny; her every
move, her every gesture appealed to what I thought were my innermost
fetishes.
	Gwen threw a pair of white cotton panties at me.  I stepped into
them.  I raised my arms as she lowered a cotton camisole over my head.  The
effect in mirror was astounding.  The picot edges of the wide straps added
a seductive effect beyond what I could imagine would come form plain white
cotton!
	The image that looked back at me form the mirror could have easily
been that of a young girl on the verge of puberty as that of a slender,
effeminate man in his early twenties.  I sat on a bench in front of the
mirror as Gwen brushed my hair parting it in the middle.  I sat in silent
awe.
	Soon I was in a pair of white short shorts and a baby blue tee.
White socks and white tennis sneakers completed my ensemble.  They were all
the correct size.  The odd element was the shorts had aback zipper; no
fly...just a back zipper.  These were girl's shorts!  But everything fit
correctly!  It was as if Gwen had prepared for my coming.
	Gwen announced we would go for a walk.  I decided an empty bladder
was a good idea.  Sitting to pee, I started to giggle.  Gwen spoke from the
adjacent dressing area.  "I was right.  Nice little girls sit when they
go."  We laughed in unison.
	I really hadn't even started to appear as a girl.  I was a slender
guy in shorts.  They could just as well be guy shorts if you didn't notice
the location of the zipper.  My shirt was deliberately not tucked in.  I
thought my shorts would be less conspicuous that way.  And yet on some
other level, I wanted to be noticed as a young girl!
	Gwen was casually dressed too but in a more sophisticated, older
style than was I.  Penny loafers and knee socks, a tan a-line knee length
skirt and a blue man tailored oxford cloth skirt were just right for an
academic lady out for a late summer stroll.
	We walked hand in hand away from the village.  Soon we were seated
in the dining room of a country inn.  Our table at the window afforded us a
view of a lovely cove and of the hills on the other side.  We sipped coffee
as we studied the menu.  Gwen and I nibbled fresh fruit cups as we waited
for the omelets we ordered..  Gwen sat back casually.  She slowly drew her
feet up to the edge of her chair so that her arms enfolded her legs and her
chin rested on her knees.  Gwen was winsomely beautiful.  She managed to
convey her overwhelming seductiveness in spontaneous, unaffected moves.
	She swiveled as the waitress approached allowing her skirt to slide
up her thighs and thrilling me with a glimpse of her shiny white panties.
Gwen quickly smoothed her skirt in a gesture as seductive as it was modest.
	The dining room started was no longer just ours as we finished our
breakfast.  I realized I would have felt self-conscious in a crowded place
dressed as I was in girls' shorts.  As we walked down the path Gwen pressed
my hand in hers.
	"You'll get used to it.  You really do want to be comfortable this
way"
	Again it was as if she read my mind, saw into my deepest fantasies.

	Gwen smiled at me with that wry smile hers as we walked along the
river bank. "They must have called you Jordie when you were a child.
Jordan is a bit stuffy and ... well.  I propose to call you Jodi when we're
alone."
	My face grew warm as I felt myself blush.  Before I could gather a
response Gwen's hand was on my bottom.  She squeezed hard and then slid her
arm around my waist.  A few more steps and her hand was under the waistband
of my shorts .  It was exhilarating!
	My heart raced as I slipped my arm around Gwen's waist.  Her hand
was on my wrist.  I expected her to push my arm from around her waist.  No.
To my delight my hand was pushed to Gwen's bottom.  I could feel the hem of
her panties through the fabric of her chino skirt!
	Gwen turned her face toward me and kissed me on the lips.  My heart
began to pound in my throat as we separated.  A middle aged couple were
walking quickly toward us!
	"Excuse me ladies," said the gentleman. "We were out for a walk and
seem lost.  Could you direct us... I noticed you looking so closely at your
sister's face. Something in her eye? Perhaps I can help. I'm a physician"
	Oh no, but thank you. It's already out," responded Gwen.
	For the second time that morning I blushed.  My heart raced, my
soul tingled.  I had been taken for a girl! No makeup, no restyling my
hair; just me in a girl's shorts!  I wanted to scream in glee!
	"When I was I child I was embarrassed when people thought I was a
girl. Embarrassed and disappointed because I wasn't and because I couldn't
have all the lovely things that girls could wear."

	"But you're grown now.  You can grow to be the woman and the man
you were meant to be.  Oh Jodi. You've such potential, so much to offer.
I'll help you realize what you really can be what you really already are
inside!"

	We walked on hand in hand.  As we rounded a bend in the path we saw
a car parked on the grass.  Out of state plates.  Three loutish looking
youths were sipping beer from cans.
	"Hey! Look girls!"
	"Fun time," said a second as they rose to their feet.
	"Gwen, just let's go.  I'm scared," I said trying to turn and run.
	"Don't be silly.  I refuse to alter my path for a bunch of punks."
	The three were standing in front of us now.
	"I wonder who will have more fun," Gwen looked at me. "Them or
us. Probably us."
	The youth closest to Gwen reached toward her and opened his mouth
as if to kiss her.  Gwen grabbed the top of his wrist.  She yanked him
forward as he lunged at her. His weight and thrust made it all the more
easy for Gwen to pull him off balance. As she fell forward her knee
pistoned into his crotch.  He bellowed in agony.  Clutching his balls, he
fell to his knees and puking up the beer he had been drinking.  The others
stood in shocked silence.
	For the first time in my life I didn't run from a fight.  I
instinctively brought a round house right to the jaw of the one nearest me.
He was dazed.  I grabbed his hair in both my hands and shook him.  Swinging
him off balance, I released my grip on his hair and smashed my fist into
his ribs.  He fell over sideways.  As he rose to one knee, I smashed my
right fist straight into his face.  Blood spurted from his nose.  I was
grinning in ecstasy.  I delivered a barrage of slaps across his face.  He
was defeated, helpless!  A kick to his back dropped him flat on his face.
	I glanced at Gwen who had the third youth in an arm bar.  The look
of terror on his face was priceless.
	"Jodi, should I break his arm off?"
	"That might be fun but one of these poor darlings has to drive that
wreck back to the slum state they're from."
	Gwen applied pressure to the hold.  The punk whimpered as tears ran
down his cheeks.  Gwen's first victim was beginning to stir.  As he
attempted to rise to his feet I yanked his head backward by his hair. He
fell on his back.
	My victim was sitting up.  I approached him menacingly.
	"No, no. Please...Enough, enough.  You broke my nose."  He seemed
to almost doubt the evidence of his senses.
	"Get up slowly and get in the back seat of the car."  He obeyed.
	Gwen released the arm hold as she kicked the hapless boy in the
ribs.
	He dragged his companion to his feet and helped him into the car.
	"Damned bitches!"
	"How dare you?"  I was emboldened, exhilarated by my success in the
fight.
	I caught up with him as he was about to slide behind the wheel.  He
tried to assume a fighting stance but he had no real fight in him.  I drove
my left fist into his belly and raked my finger nails across his face.  He
panted trying to catch his breath.
	"No more, let me go."
	Gwen stood laughing as the car sped away over the horizon.
	"Gwen, you were marvelous!  You could have destroyed all three."
	"You did very well yourself for someone who wanted to run."
	"Something just came to memory.  I was about four or five.  My
cousin Irene and I were playing on her porch.  We took doll carriages down
to the sidewalk.  Some boys came and teased me for playing dolls.  I ran
crying onto the porch.  Irene face them down and they ran off.
	"Today I didn't run.  Even though they saw me as a girl, I was able
to humiliate them!  My anger and fear just impelled me to hit out.... Gwen
, it felt so good ... I'm not sure I can ever do that again."
	"Of course you will.  I'll work with you to empower you in many,
many ways"
	With that cryptic remark we started home.

	 After our walk back to Gwen's, I showered and dressed in the
clothes I had worn the afternoon before.  As I dressed I realized my white
Jockey shorts had been replaced with a yellow cotton panty briefs.  I slid
them on with not the slightest hesitation.  I left the top two buttons of
my shirt open and turned the back of the collar up in a fashion popular
with young women at the time.  My lack of chest hair added to my femme
appearance.
	Gwen entered the room. Wordlessly she turned my face toward her.
Her fingers went through my hair pushing it down into a pixie style.  She
turned me toward the mirror.  An attractive young woman stared back at me!
	
	A few hours later I sat staring pensively at the fire in my rented
house.
	I had spent a day with Gwen.  She put me in touch with fantasies I
had been denying since I was a child.  I was never an effective boy or man.
I had always envied girls so much of what they had; their clothes, their
underthings, their privilege of being soft or hard, weak or strong
emotionally and even physically.  I had never thought of myself as a girl
but I just wanted to be like them; to do all the things they could do, to
wear all the lovely things they wore, to play their games.
	I lay down on my bed and fell into a deep, relaxed and restful
sleep.

	The pot of coffee smelled so good as the phone rang.  Gwen called
to make sure I was awake as she was sending someone over with a few things
for me.  We were going to take a drive and have lunch together.
	I sat in the breakfast nook nibbling my buttered toast and sipping
coffee. A knock at the back door made my heart race.  I was excited at
finding out what Gwen had sent me.
	I opened the door to a teen-ager of medium height.
	"Hi.  Dr. Laurent asked me to leave some packages with you."
	She pointed to some boxes she had set down in the doorway.
	Her darkly tanned skin set off her large dark eyes.  Perfect teeth
gave her smile a glow that was quite attractive.
	I was suddenly puzzled even as I was about to ask her in.  I wasn't
quite sure whether this was a boy or a girl!  A loosely fitting sweatshirt
with the name of the local high school obscured any breast development she
might have had.  The musically mellow voice could have belonged to a young
boy as well as a girl.  She pushed her pageboy styled black hair away from
her face in a gesture that could only have been a girl's.
	"Shall I bring these in?"
	"Yes, please.  Please bring them in.  That's very kind of you."
	She knelt down to pick up the packages causing her sweatshirt to
gap above the waist line of her cut off jeans.  A thin band of pink elastic
attached to pink cotton reassured me that this was a girl, an attractive
girl approaching the end of her teen years.
	"Do have some coffee. Care for some pastry with it?"
	Coffee sounds great!  But no pastry. My figure you know."  She
giggled playfully.
	"I hope you didn't have to carry those boxes far."
	"Oh no, not all.  Just to and from my car."
	I was pleased that she was old enough to drive, eighteen being the
driving age at that time.
	"My name's Ronnie.  Dr. Laurent told me about you.  I hope you
start a modern dance club or something. I'm not in the school but I would
love to learn modern dance.  It's so free, so creative.
	"It's warm in here.  Okay if I take off my sweatshirt?"
	Before I could reply she tugged the sweat shirt up taking her
tee-shirt up with it.  I felt like a voyeur as she revealed the bottom
curves of her small nut perfectly round breasts.  Her midsection was paler
than the rest of her suggesting she had been in a one piece swimsuit while
she got her tan.  She adjusted the tee shirt to a me modest level. "How do
you know Dr. Laurent if you're not in the school?"
	"She's the coach of judo club I joined.  She's so neat... really
helped me develop in so many great ways!
	Her unaffected enthusiasm and bubbly personality could only belong
to girl. Teen boys were too guarded, lacked the confidence to be as
spontaneous as Ronnie.
	"Dr. Laurent wanted me to make sure you know to read her note
before you open the packages."
	I tried to be non-chalant opening the note.  As I read I felt my
soul stir.
		Dear Jodi:
		     These things will help you take your first steps in
		becoming the person you need to be in order to be,
		to do all the things that will make you whole.
		    Open them after Ronnie leaves.  But let your
		feelings lead you to react with this lovely being
		whom I recreated when all seemed lost.
		Affectionately,
		Gwen

	Ronnie was looking at me intensely.  She folded her legs in the
half lotus position affording me a generous view of the crotch of her
cut-off.  The fabric had been cut narrowly enough that the hem of her panty
crotch was plainly visible.  I was awed by the sexual power of this
seemingly innocent girl.
	"Dr. Laurent didn't say how really cute you are."  She averted her
eyes and giggling awkwardly as she did so.  "I guess I messed up.  Sorry."
	"Oh please don't be.  That's part of your charm...Your openness is
delightful. And I'm really quite flattered at being noticed by a lovely
young lady."
	Ronnie looked up at me as I stood in front of her.  Her eyes were
full of tears.
	"I guess I like you, like you like... I want you to like me .  I
mean be really close, like ...You know, be in love, make love to each
other!"
	Ronnie used her muscular legs to rise to a stand from the half
lotus position.  Standing on the chair as she was, she towered over me.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she put her hands on the sides of my head and
drew my face against her belly.  The warmth of her body against my face was
exhilarating.
	"I have to go.  I'm really sorry I bothered you. Forgive me for
telling you how I feel."
	Ronnie stepped off the chair, kissed me lightly on the cheek and
walked out the door.
	"I'm okay," she called over her shoulder.  "I'll see you later."
	
	I was taken aback by the intensity of Ronni's confession.  It
seemed other than an instant schoolgirl crush.  I was concerned for several
reasons.  I was having an affair with Gwen yet I was unquestionably
attracted to Ronnie who was probably closer to my age than I was to Gwen's.
I also feared that the sudden outpouring of feelings and my failure to
react positively might lead Ronnie to react with depression.
	I phoned Gwen.
	
	"Jodi, just relax.  Ronnie phoned me and she'll be fine.  She's at
a stage where she needs a special romance."
	"Yes, but we... I mean that would be disloyal to you."
	"Really Jodi.  Don't be so dark ages.  This is the fifties.  I can
put the needs of this girl above my own for a few weeks.  Besides, don't
tell me you're not aroused by her.  And you, my love have to go through
some other kinds of loves before we bond once and for all.
	"Now go upstairs and open your things.  I'll be over soon."

	I opened the packages and spread the contents on the bed in the
spare bedroom.
	I drew a slow deep breath as I stood back and scanned what Gwen had
sent.  In one box were three pair of cotton panties in pink, powder blue
and yellow, and very absorbent, along with rather bright cotton tank tops
and athletic shorts.
	I realized that I was to exercise in this stuff.
	My reverie was interrupted by a car pulling into my driveway.  The
car door slammed shut. A few minutes later I heard footsteps approaching.
	Gwen opened the door.
	"I locked the doors before I came up," I said with a start.  "How
did you get in?"
	"Silly.  I have a key.  Owners often have keys to houses they rent
out."
	"Darn, Gwen!  You must have really seen to it that I found every
reason to be here.  Why didn't you tell me this is your house."
	I turned to look at her.  I had never realized how solidly muscular
her thighs were.  Not massive; just sculpted.  She wore loose fitting navy
shorts, a white tank top, powder blue socks and sneakers.
	"Stop drooling," teased Gwen.  "Now put this stuff on.  We're going
for a run."
	"I can't run.  I've never done that ..."
	"Just shut your mouth."
	I was startled by the intensity and firmness of her command.  I
stared at Gwen. "Oww.  Gwen, you didn't have to slap me so hard."
	"Just do as your told."  Her voice was cold.
	I stripped to the buff and donned the blue panties.  Gwen put her
hand behind my head and kissed me fully on the mouth.  A slap on my balls
jarred me back to reality.
	"Jodi.  Really!  Tuck your self into your panties better than
that."
	Soon I was the perfect image of a young girl out for a run.
(Remember that this was decades before the current passion for jogging.)
	A moment or two later we were on the road and running.
	The warm September sunshine felt good as we ran along the country
roads.  After about half an hour Gwen suggested a halt.
	"I'm quite pleased.  Jodi, you're doing well.  We've covered over
four miles.  We'll walk back or you'll be one big ache in the morning."
	Gwen led me through a few basic stretching movements.  A few
passing cars slowed to get a better look at he two "women" athletes.  I
realized that the hem of my panties was plainly visible under my shorts
especially when I bent forward or twisted.  I was embarrassed at first but
then delighted that I was turning guys on!
	I took Gwen's hand as we cut across the rough surfaced grassy
areas.  Her hand pressed on mine.  She kissed me lightly on the lips.
	This new affection emboldened me to put my hand on Gwen's shapely
bottom.  Suddenly I was on my back panting for breath.  Gwen had executed a
hp-roll which left me sprawled on my back with the wind knocked out of me.
She still held my wrist.
	"Don't make me think I liked you better before we started
recreating you! "
	I cried out as the pressure on my wrist became quite painful.
	"Be a good little girl and don't try to initiate anything. You
don't know where people congregate around here.  Just let me take charge or
I'll have to treat like a naughty, disobedient little girl."
	Somehow Gwen managed to sound both teasing and menacing.  I was
intimidated even as I felt an electric tingle in my groin.  I was being
turned on by Gwen's absolute physical and emotional power of me!
		
	The rest of the walk was uneventful.  Gwen kissed me lightly on the
lips at the backdoor.  Her tongue brushed lightly over my lips as she
grasped my balls and squeezed.  I yelped.  Gwen patted my cheek as I looked
at her.  She turned and was gone.
	The phone rang a few minutes later.
	"Hi!," an energetic voice answered.  "Jodi, this is Ronnie.  I'm
coming over."  She hung up before I could respond.
	A few minutes later I heard a car pull up.  A knock at the door and
Ronnie entered without a word from me.
	The girl looked quite different form the way she looked in the
morning.  A blue cotton shirtwaist dress was fitted on top and flared out
in a full skirt.  Stockings and modest heels showed of her shapely legs to
advantage.
	"I can see you're impressed," she said as she twirled showing off
the layers of petticoats that shaped the skirt.  She was right on target
. I was starting to be turned on by her energy as much as I was turned on
by Gwen's worldliness and power.
	"Oh dear, you need a shower."
	She took me by the rest and led me up the stairs.  She adjusted the
shower water as I stripped of my feminine running things.
	"This is so bizarre," I announced as I stood naked but for the
cotton panties before this beautiful young girl.
	"I guess," responded Ronnie.  "Get used to it.  Dr. Laurent wants
me to live here with you."
	"Please leave and let me shower and change."
	"Make me."
	I grabbed for her wrist. That turned out to be a mistake!
	Ronnie turned me as she swung her leg and swept my feet out form
under me.
	 I was on my feet and at her.  She threw an arm across my chest as
she stepped behind me.  Her judo throw dropped me on my back.  A knee
dropped into my stomach knocking the wind out of me!
	"Really.  That was so silly."  Ronnie giggled as she straddled me.
	She raised her skirt and petticoats offering me a full view of
black nylon panties.  Her thighs were gloriously muscular above the dark
welts of her stocking tops.
	Rising to her feet, she looked down at me with a smugly triumphant
smile.
	"Ohhh, you liked that.  You're growing!"
	She was laughing at the intense erection she had given me.  Her
teasing only heightened my arousal.
	Ronnie knelt over me and eased my panties down.  My cock sprang
free.
	"Oh that looks so yummy!  Besides I started it so I have to finish
it!"
	Her hand wrapped over my cockhead.  The soft finger tips traced the
rim, slid down the shaft and came to rest lightly on my balls.  Precum was
beading at the tip.  A flick of the tongue and it was gone.
	Ronnie straddled me head facing my feet.  Bending forward she
enveloped my cockhead with her warm mouth.  Her tongue caressed the
sensitive skin at the rim of the head.  I was moaning and quivering.  The
fingers of one hand massaged the shaft while her other hand played with my
balls.  I screamed as I came.
	"Now go shower."
	I showered quickly wondering what Gwen intended for me in this new
relationship with Ronnie.
	A pair of panties was on the bed waiting for me.  I knew better
than to question the intent.  I put them on and looked at myself in the
full length mirror.  The white stretchy nylon (lycra wasn't around yet)
accented my genitals while flattering my feminine bottom.  I smiled at my
reflection.
	Ronnie had left a pair of suntan trousers and a blue shirt on a
hanger on the closet door.  I finished dressing.
	I went downstairs to find Ronnie in the living room sipping a coke.
Ronni's car, a powder blue Olds convertible was in the driveway.
	"I'll drive.  You don't know where we're going."
	We were soon heading toward a larger town a number of miles away.
		
	Ronni parked the car in front of an impressive early nineteenth
century house.  A number of couples were visible through the windows in
what was certainly a restaurant.  We were greeted by a stately lady as we
entered.  Something struck me as odd as I scanned the tables; there were
few men.  Most tables were occupied by pairs of women.  All of them were
attractive and tastefully dressed.  They varied in age from teenage school
girls to mature women easily in their late forties or beyond.
	We were soon seated and sipping wine.  Ronni rested her hand on
mine.  She was dazzlingly pretty in the soft light.  Neither of us were
really hungry so we ordered a variety of hors d'oeuvres.
	Ronni took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a small sitting
room.  She put her arms around me and kissed me slowly, deeply.  I felt her
opening my belt buckle.  My trousers fell to the floor.  Deft fingers
opened my shirt.  Her mouth found my nipples.
	"Jodi, this is Madame.  She wants to meet you."
	  I stood in my panties knowing I should have been embarrassed but
remained perfectly in control.
	Madame was rather attractive in a strange way.  She wore black
patent opera pumps with dark seamed stockings.  A dark gray tailored suit
set off her curves to perfection.  She unbuttoned the jacket to reveal a
black longline bra!
	"Tell Dr. Laurent that I will provide a variety of things for all
the persona she must have."
	I was puzzled and upset at the way this woman had studied me.  I
wanted to know what these "things" wee to be.  I had realized that Gwen was
having em go through some sort of evolutionary process which was to
strengthen me emotionally , physically and spiritually. A few weeks I might
have said that it was painfully evident that I would be a female through
much of this process.  Now I was thrilled with the anticipation of becoming
the powerful, capable female that Gwen could teach me to be.
	Ronni pushed me back onto a couch against the wall.  A new makeup
kit was on a table next to it.  She placed her hand under my chin and
turned my face to the light as she began applying a foundation to face.
Soon a lipstick brush was in her hand putting the finishing touches on my
makeup.
	Ronni combed my hair into a pixie style before she led me to the
mirror.  I was awed by the slender girl in panties who stared back at me!
Tears filled my eyes. I had never felt attractive or desirable before this
moment.  Now I knew that I was beautiful, that with time and a proper
wardrobe I could turn heads in any setting!
	I sat back on the bench, my heart pounding with excitement and joy
at the adventure that lay ahead.  Ronni bent forward and kissed me.  I ran
my hands up her legs and fondled her thighs.  My hands cupped her ass as
she stood straddling my thighs.  She reached under her skirts and pulled
her panty crotch aside.
	Her skirt and petticoats were up above her waist.  As she pulled
her panties aside, I was startled to see that Ronni had a large, hard cock!
I was thrilled to learn that Ronni was a young man.  Instinctively I ran my
tongue over her cockhead.  I held the shaft as I kissed the tip, took the
head in my mouth.  Ronni squirmed and whimpered assuring me my instincts
were enough to satisfy me new lover.  I pushed Ronni to the floor and
crawled next to her .  I hungrily licked her balls before turning my
attention back to her raging hardon.  I kissed my way from the base of the
shaft to the head, enveloped the head and nursed on it as Ronni moaned.
After a few minutes I swallowed as much of the shaft as I dared, I moved my
entire head up and down as Ronni raised and lowered her hips to my pace.  I
went back to sucking the head as I massaged the shaft with my fingers.  A
scream and Ronni's warm cum filled my mouth as her passion filled my soul!

	Ronni handed me a white chemise which slipped on over the panties I
wore.  I put my blue shirt back on but left it unbuttoned enough for the
white lace edge of the chemise to show.  My trousers were replaced by a tna
a-line skirt.  Socks and penny loafers completed my ensemble.  I lokked
every bit the healthy outdoor type coed.
	Ronni pointed the car back home.  Before leaving the town we pulled
into a gas station.  I noticed the attendant staring at my legs.  "Let me
make his day," I whispered to Ronni.  I rested my feet on the dashboard
allowing my skirt to fall back on my thighs.  The attendant almost fainted
when he saw my panties.
	Giggling, I kissed Ronni on the ear as the car pulled out of the
gas station.
	Ronni explained to me that there would be strength training, judo
lessons as well as grooming training.  I was excited as a schoolgirl.  But
then again, thatis just what I had become!

	The Further development of Jordan into Ms. Jodi will appear soon.
	As always, all civil comments will be answered.

Mardee Louise Prynne
MartiL340@AOL.COM