A Sister 'til Christmas 3

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A Sister 'til Christmas 3
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Okay, here we are easing into the holidays, another big date and a little backstory... Just a little time shifting, nothing too major.... I hope YOU like it...

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I was looking at my phone, I had three texts from Sara, I didn't want to be rude and answer them.

"I'm sorry I kept you out for so long." We were outside, it was starting to snow, it was light, just flurries but it was beautiful. I was freezing.

I smiled, closed my eyes, and felt the light snow, I lifted my chin. He could never imagine how happy I was, sliding in my pumps, holding my arms around myself wishing they were his. We walked to the car, I was going to remember this day forever.

"Sabrina?"

I stopped and looked around, I felt the snow on my lashes, my lips, my cold shoulders. "Jada, hi."

Soon we found ourselves two storefronts down, I was sitting in Jada's raised salon chair, we were about to drink Shankey's, a sweet Irish whisky.

"This will warm you up, I would have brought you a coat, I have at least a dozen at home."

We giggled. I shrugged, "I never go anywhere I didn't think I ever needed one." And we laughed together.

"So you come into town and you don't visit?" She was wandering around her shop, she was filling up a shopping bag.

"I didn't realize you were on this strip. It's now my favorite part of Smithville."

"This is the spot, 'cause you have me, the gym, the olive oil shop, and then Ruffino's, there is no reason to go anywhere else." She laughed, she started playing with my hair, she took hold of my hoops. "Clip-on?"

"Mmm, I can't wait 'til my piercings heal, I can't wait to wear something big and bouncy, I can't wait to make noise and jingle."

"I love these earrings on a woman." Ross then stood up and looked at me closer, "Can I move your hair? Can I see your earrings better?"

"Um, okay."

And he ran his fingers, through my blondeness, moving the hair out of my face and over my ear. I felt this was my first time looking at him, studying. He had such dark eyes, dark messy hair, and the makings of a beard on his chin and cheeks. He was quite tall as he bent slightly to look at my ears, my eyebrows, my long lashes. I was thinking how perfect he was for me, how did they ever pick out someone so masculine to make me feel even more femme? I couldn't wait to see how delicate my hands looked in his. I gave him my best smile as he touched the little pearl dot in my ear, then he rested his palm on the big hoop. "You are so lovely, Sabrina. Um, you got great ears too, ha." He pulled away a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't she? Do you want another piercing, two like me?"

I started to think. Did I? I think I did, but when Jada came over to the house a couple of weeks ago to pierce my ears the first time, um, something happened, I knew it was going to happen again. It might be fun with an audience, but I was so transparent I knew someone would size up the situation.

"Well,"

"Come on, it's quick, one two..." She took off my hoops. She held up a little torture device. A little gold dot was going to go in my ear.

So I smiled, I held back my hair as Jada put the little piercing gun to me. After the left one, I had a little chill, after the right, I came in my panties just like the first time. I had my eyes closed, Ross was inches away from me, I could smell him, could almost feel his breath.

"All done. Anything else my dear?"

I opened my eyes slowly, wide, my lips pursed, I felt my disposition become a little flirtier, a little more sure of myself. "Well, I would love a ponytail like Rachel." And I knew the look on my face was much more femme, more sensuous, I wasn't a mystery to myself at all.

Jada ran her hands through my hair. "Can we lose this hair for a second?"

I looked at Ross, he was going to see me without my perfect girl hair. "Um, okay." I saw her fingers get closer to me. "I would also love nails as long as yours, they are lovely." I was thinking I would also love real breasts, a perfect nose, and darker, thicker eyebrows. Ooh and maybe a dog. "I would love eyebrows like yours too." I smiled, I wasn't even embarrassed, I'm sure the whisky and the last hour at the bar with Rachel were feeding into my exploration of more feminization. I was afraid my laundry list of all things girlie was going to be discussed and displayed and then put into action. I knew I would feel incredible, then get guilty thinking about Sara, afraid of what she might think, then I would have another wonderful orgasm.

I shook my head, my hair was quite long I had been growing it out for the last two years or so. Unfortunately, it had been stuck under a little cap all day, it didn't look too nice, it felt flat and bland. She pulled out a book of hair samples, she held them to my head, to my real hair color as Ross and I watched amused, as we finished our sweet Whisky. I then realized I had large lashes, colored lips, and a double piercing. I knew I still looked feminine with my flat lifeless hair.

I put back on the wig as Jada made a call, she had a huge smile on her face. "Okay, can you come in tomorrow, honey? I will have one of the girls pick up the extensions in Philly."

"Um, I think so."

"Then we can have lunch together." Ross grabbed my hand, he lifted me out of the chair.

"Can we go shopping? Christmas shopping?"

"Ha, yeah, of course, that would be great." We hugged Jada goodbye, sometime tomorrow I would be a different woman, so much more different than Sara. Wait until she finds out I was going shopping and to the salon without her. Wait until she finds out I was now wearing Ross's large coat.

*

We were outside the house, the kitchen light was on, I knew Sara was up, probably drinking decaf, definitely wondering why I never texted her back.

"What time would you like me to get you?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sorry for bothering you, you are probably working."

"What, I'm the boss, I can do what I want." He reached over and took my hand. I looked down at the two of them, mine was so femme, so perfect, I wanted to tell him I wanted a picture of our hands, I wanted to look at them tonight. I wanted to dream about his fingers investigating my ears and thighs, or my fingers intertwined with his.

"Can we take a picture together?"

He smiled, "Sure, let me pull over." He drove beyond the trees, closer to the farmhouse next to mine. We took off our seat belts and moved closer together. We both took pictures with our phones, I took one of him holding my hand, my legs crossed, then his hand on my knee close to the hem of my dress. He held up his, I looked at the image, now with two piercings in each ear. I couldn't believe that was me, I couldn't believe I was in a picture with a man. I couldn't believe I went on a date. I couldn't believe I was having deja vu, I had done something like this so many years before.

***

So Many Years Before...

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"Can I stay?"

"Really? They have a pool, there will be lots of people, I'm sure you will have fun."

"I know, I'm just a little tired. I just want to hang around in the lobby, maybe I'll read my book."

"Okay."

When I was eighteen my parents took me to Florida for a month with their friends. A husband and wife and two daughters. We had adjoining rooms, a big living room in between, and a beautiful view of the huge pool surrounded by palm trees. I wanted to stay in the hotel, The Floridian, they wanted to go visit more friends. I wanted to investigate the outfits the older daughter wore.

"Now, you are sure you don't want to come?" My mother had asked me constantly the same question over the last two days, I could tell she didn't really trust me alone. She always assumed I was up to something, had a more mysterious motive. I always told her not to worry about me.

"Oh, ya gonna leave me alone with some jerks from Florida?" Liz was the older daughter, she was probably twenty-one, twenty-two, and always carried a thermos of coffee. She was beautiful, had perfect big breasts, long brown hair, and sometimes wore beautiful tight dresses. All I could think about was wearing them, or even her bra, her heels, I couldn't wait for them to be gone for the day. I never had access to clothes like this before.

"Mmm, I'm sorry. Tomorrow will be a day just for you. Anything, whatever you want to do. Okay?" I told her, I smiled big, I would do what she wanted anyway, she was quiet but fun. I wanted to be just like her.

She shook her massive head of hair, her tiny plastic earrings, she gave me a look. "I'm holding you to that." She made a face and then the six of them were gone, leaving me in the large beautiful air-conditioned hotel room. Leaving me alone with dresses, heels, and so much makeup. I was shaking like crazy, it was going to be a wonderful day.

*

An hour later I was wearing the bright flouncy red dress that was left on the chair near the bed. I was wearing the dress that went out last night to dinner. It was a tank with a hem that barely covered my panties. Underneath I had on the beige bra I found hidden under the chair, I filled it with tissues giving me a perfect B cup, just right for my body frame. I found the beige panties hidden under the bed. Liz was in a rush to get into bed last night, they were all in a rush to get to Hollywood, FL today. I was in no rush at all, I could barely breathe, I could barely stop shaking and shifting my legs while looking at the new girl in the mirror.

I was nervous, I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup. I was being so neat, so tidy. Just a little blush, mascara, shadow. Just a touch of Liz's dark red lipstick. I only had on light colors before, never anything dark, my mother barely wore makeup. At home, she had a beautiful vanity, plenty of room for everything, but she kept her recipes and receipts in the drawers, old diaries, socks. I wanted lashes, clips, bangles, makeup, and more makeup, I always thought how disappointing, how sad that the vanity was barely feminine.

Holding the hair dryer, I blew and brushed my hair as femme as possible, I put a little barrette on the side. My hair was slightly long, just over my shoulders and it was of course, strawberry blonde. I was blessed with girl hair, girl hands, and of course, girl's feet. I slipped on the beige pantyhose I found on the floor in the corner, I put on the four-inch red sandals. They were at least one size too big, I had smaller feet than a woman.

I put on a little bit of the Avon perfume, I found in the bathroom, I took one of the pocketbooks hanging in the closet, I went back into my own room. I took pictures, I practiced my walk, my strut, my spin. It didn't take long until I was in front of the huge mirror in the bathroom, rubbing my 'clit' and talking in my soft girlie voice. I wanted to feel like this all day, I didn't want to get too excited, I didn't want to cum, but I did. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to feel guilty, I didn't want to see the disappointed look in the blonde's eyes in my mirror. I wanted to cry. All this work, all this preparation, and now it was over.

I leaned against the counter I didn't want to open my eyes.

I forced myself to blink, I slowly walked back into Liz's family's room. I sat in her chair surrounded by shopping bags, dirty clothes, cardboard cups, and water bottles. I crossed my legs, I didn't move, I waited until whatever was inside of my mind passed. I wasn't ready to take off her clothes, her makeup. I wasn't ready to end this perfect feminine day.

I took a deep breath, I blew out, I breathed in. I sat for so long, I waited until that feeling came back, the feeling I needed. I started painting my short nails, dark red, Darker and more exciting than anything I had ever done before. I made a mess, I cleaned it up, I was shaking again.

Soon I was ready. I was ready once more to be a girl for the day. I couldn't believe it but I was ready to go out. I never went out, I barely left the bathroom back in Queens, but here I was ready to investigate Miami as a teenage girl.

"Hi, I love this hotel." I would say to the people working, "Hi, I love your bikini." I would say to the girls younger than me and not as cute. "Oh I love how well you fill out those trunks," I would say to the boys, to the men, to the lifeguard I couldn't stop looking at for the past couple of weeks.

It was too hot to walk around the palm trees in pantyhose. It was too slippery to walk by the pool in heels. I went into the little drugstore and bought a book, a romantic Jacqueline Susann novel. This would be something to help me fantasize, something to keep me looking busy as I rub my thighs and made believe I wasn't checking out boys. I found a quiet, cool corner in the huge lobby. I said hello to an older couple, a little girl with a stuffed dolphin, one of the maids in a uniform I wish I could try on. I smiled as people watched me sit back, slide my dress underneath me, crossing my legs.

I got through two chapters playing with my hair and biting my lip, it was fun, I was so relaxed. My red sandal was bouncing, slightly dangling off my foot, I could barely smell my perfume over the scent of white bird of paradise, adonidia palm, and angel's trumpet surrounding me. I looked up, there was a man five feet away.

"Hey, that dress looks really familiar."

***

I was looking at the girl on Ross's phone, remembering her being younger, ready for an adventure. Remembering her in red and meeting a young man in the lobby of a busy hotel. A different man's voice drew me back to the snow, the trees.

"Tomorrow we will be taking pictures of you with a new ponytail. I can't wait." He smiled at me, he took another selfie of us.

I was far away, I had to pay attention to the man with his fingers on my thigh. "I had so much fun today." I looked up, his face was so close to mine, he then moved even closer. He put his phone down, he put his arm around me, my nose slid against him and he surprisingly kissed me. He kissed a 'married woman,' he kissed her slowly, his tongue slipping into her mouth, with her perfect pink lips and four earrings. He didn't know she could barely breathe, he didn't realize she was over-excited. He didn't realize she could scream at a moment's notice.

I was holding in a scream as his tongue swirled inside my mouth, slowly he pulled out, I tried to keep it, I tried to suck. I smiled, today was ending on a perfect note. I kissed him lightly on his lips. "You are so mean, making fun of me getting a ponytail?" I squinted my eyes, trying to be cute.

He grinned, "I don't think so. I am looking forward to seeing you and your tail tomorrow. I had fun today too."

I shifted in the seat, my nylon leg now over his, my hands with the slightly long nails went to his cheeks. We kissed again, harder, his hands on my waist and back. I loved kissing, I loved the roughness of his chin and cheeks, I loved the scent of a man.

"You must have so many girlfriends. You have the kindest eyes, you have the best eyebrows."

"Mmm, do I? heh, I am not as popular as you think."

I smiled up at him as he drew me into his body, I was enjoying how he was holding me, keeping me warm, getting me too excited. I rubbed my cheek on his rougher one, holding him tighter, enjoying being with a perfect man. I loved that he took me out today and complimented me, I loved the way his hands were investigating my body.

"Uhh," I was suddenly surprised, I started to lightly moan, then my eyes opened wide and I started to unfocus. Then something happened, I wasn't ready for it, I started to orgasm. I was totally startled, felt the wetness in my panties expand, I wiggled my bottom, I bounced my ass on the seat, rubbing my nylon leg over his body. I felt my next move was to rip off his clothes, see his chest, then play with his, um, manhood. I felt I had to shake myself out of this, had to become a little reserved, had to act like it was a first date again. His hands were still rubbing me.

"Ross, um, thank you for kissing me," I said in my shakey, Queens accent. Trying to catch my breath.

"I have been wanting to do this since the first time I saw your picture."

"Picture?"

He was hugging me, we were so close as he talked, whispered. "Mmm, when Sara came to the restaurant, it must be over a month ago now, she was showing Rachel pictures of her sister, ha, well you." He started kissing my neck, my ears. "I heard them discussing some plan, she was going to hire someone to come bring you flowers, she wanted to see how you would react, I could tell she wanted to tease you. Then someone volunteered me."

"She was going to tease me?"

"Well, she said you would be all nervous and run and hide in your room. I saw the pictures of the gorgeous woman she had up on her laptop. I was so glad they convinced me to visit and not some random actor like she was planning. All I did was watch the clock the first night and wait until almost seven before I left. I couldn't wait to see you." He started playing with my hair, and once again he was focused on my eyes. "I asked Sara if I could come every night, you were so beautiful and so quiet."

"That was your idea?"

"Mmm, she just wanted me to visit the once, but I couldn't stay away. Back then I thought you were her, well, she told us you were her genderfluid sibling, she told us very little about you. Part of me likes that you are married, ya know, is that weird?"

"No," I put my arms around his neck again and pulled him into me. "No, I don't think so. I don't feel like a married woman, I am definitely more of a sister than anything else to her and that's the way I like it."

We started to kiss again, I ran my fingers through his hair, I was holding him so he couldn't move away. I was enjoying a man's tongue inside of me.

He moaned, he pulled slightly away, he gave me small kisses as he talked. "Then she came to the restaurant and said I shouldn't bring you any more roses, she was a little agitated, she also had company again that night. She is a very different person sometimes, depending on who she is with." I felt his lips on my neck, the top of my dress. "It was Rachel's idea to have you see the restaurant, it was mine to take you out. I am so glad I did."

We kissed some more, I felt like a teenager in a father's car, making out with an older boyfriend. I slid my hand down to my stockinged legs and rubbed, I inched over to his crotch, I wanted to see if he was hard. I wanted to know if I was turning him on. There was a hardness to the right of his zipper, it was attempting to crawl down his leg, I started to pet him. Our tongues sloppily went in and out of each other's mouths as I pushed on him harder. I started to press, he was making noise, a grunt, a sigh, a louder moan. I pulled away from his lips, I watched his face as I played with his manhood hidden in his pants, I wanted him to look at my lashes, my soft eye shadow, as I played with his hard cock.

"Sabrina, your fingers are magic."

"Mmm, I know, ha."

Soon he was moving erratically, as I held and rubbed and pushed, he moaned louder, I knew he was cumming, I felt his hardness throb. I was so happy he had an orgasm while gazing into my blue eyes, It made me smile to think about it, I was in another world. Another world where it was only Ross and me, it was snowing and Christmas never came.

My phone was still buzzing, but my brain was buzzing louder, my libido was going crazy and I knew one little breeze over my 'clit' and I would cum like crazy again.

His hand went on top of my dress, I came like crazy... again.

*

I heard her, I tried to stay reserved, nonchalant. I planned on not looking into her eyes.

"Don't you answer the phone?" She walked into the living room, she was on her own Apple.

I looked around, I put the shopping bag Jada gave me on the table. "I saw Jada in town, I went to visit her."

"It's after ten. What did you do for what... seven hours?" She had her hand on her hip, I could tell she was getting even more annoyed than she had been earlier. "Your first time out like this and you are out almost all day."

"I know, I'm sorry, but I had fun. I felt okay the whole time. I even met everyone, they all asked about you." I smiled. "They said to say hello. Hello."

I smiled at her, finally making eye contact, but she couldn't be bothered.

"Seven hours?" She shook her head and went into her bedroom. I cleaned up the cups and things on the little table, the remnants of the food from Ruffinos. I shut the TV, repositioned the reindeer-patterned blankets, then hid in my room with my bag full of goodies from Jada.

*

"Sabrina!"

Sara was calling me, I just stepped out of my shower, refreshed, I was in a towel, I was getting ready for the new day. I didn't tell her what I had planned.

"Rachel tells me you are going to Ruffino's for lunch, what the hell?"

I didn't want her to see me with no makeup, with no wig or dress. If she saw me she would talk to me differently, she would treat me like her husband and not her sister.

I slightly opened my bedroom door, "Let me get ready."

"Why are you going out? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I, um, am going to visit Jada again."

"Shit, then I'm coming."

*

I didn't realize one little phone call from someone could change the direction of your day. Maybe even the direction of your life.

Briiiing...

"Hi honey, I got the new hair, what time ya wanna come in?" Jada was calling, I wasn't even almost dressed, I was stressed and nervous.

"Oooh, I don't know a couple of hours, I have to put on makeup and find an outfit, I'm shaking a little it might take a while."

"Mmm, can you come in now, just like you are? I have a dress here to show off your top and bottom forms and I can do your makeup. Ross says he will come by at one."

"Okay. Um, now Sara wants to come."

"Oh? You don't want her to?"

"Not really, I don't want her to see me getting my nails and hair done, or see me with Ross." I heard Sara in the other room, I think she was talking to me, she was making me more nervous.

"You know what? You come on in now, let me worry about Sara." And she giggled, I felt the weight lift off of me.

I put on my wig, "Jada's going to call, I'm gonna go, bye." It was strange and quite unexpected, I didn't even wait for a reply, I didn't even have on foundation. I left in jeans, converse, and my green sweater, I looked like I was going to snow blow the parking lots not go shopping in the arms of a man.

*

'Are you gonna to leave me
And leave my heart astray
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Come and show me the way'

Two hours in a styling chair is a long time to not get a good look in a mirror. The anticipation was making me slightly unhinged. Jada's shop was busy, the stylists were buzzing, it was Saturday and girls were coming in to look gorgeous for their weekend. I was in the back, I didn't think I could talk to the other clients yet, I just moved my colored lips around a lot when someone spoke to me.

"These boobs we got you are amazing, they look perfect with your coloring, your skin tone. From now on you are showing them off."

"Did you pick out the breast forms?"

Jada was arranging them in the dress, she gave me a small red push-up bra to wear underneath.

"I did, Sara asked about them. I made her get the best ones, Double D, the best-padded bottom too." She started playing with the top of the forms, moving my hair, holding up my chin. "Do you want to be a 'Boy Toy,' a 'Mommy,' or a 'Slut'?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have collars, I want to cover the seam of your forms. Ha, don't tell me you're shy?" She giggled as she checked my ponytail, my earrings, my flushed cheeks.

"I have one at home, it's frilly it hides it perfectly."

She ended up putting a piece of red fabric around my neck, matching the 'Christmas Red' dress. "This is perfect, no worries at all. Inside your head you can be a Boy Toy, a Mommy, and a Slut, you can be whatever you want to be, ha. Inside my head, I am all three."

I giggled with her, I couldn't wait to see what she did with my hair, I could feel it around my face, I could feel it on my shoulders and back.

Knock, "Can I come in?"

"You can, she is all ready to go shopping." Jada stood next to me as Ross walked in. She helped me out of the chair. I was nervous, I wanted to see what I looked like, I felt so different.

Ross moved closer, "May I?" His hands hovered near my hair. I shook, feeling and seeing the soft tendrils. He put his hand on the ponytail.

I spied Jada's eyes, she had a wide smile on her face.

"Wow, you look amazing." Soon he had both hands in my hair, he was playing with the two long wisps surrounding my face. They were redder, more 'me color' than 'wig color.' He put his hand under my chin and we kissed.

***

The first and second time I kissed a boy, I was eighteen and in Florida. I was in red.

*

We were in the hotel lobby, I was holding my book tight. "Liz told me her sister was young, you don't look that young."

I was lying to the boy that took her out to dinner the night before, took her out all week. I was getting nervous, he was still standing over me.

"This is definitely the dress she wore last night, look this is where she spilled her, um, pina colada." And he touched the hem, there was a lighter spot, it was a little hard. I was embarrassed having a man touch me, my legs.

"I better go." I stood, he was at least five inches taller, he was wider, he was quite tan, cute. I slipped around him making noise in the plastic heels.

"Wait!"

I spun, he handed me the black bag. "Why don't you stay with me, maybe I can get reacquainted with this dress." He smiled, he made me move closer to take the bag. For some crazy reason I said okay, he finally let go.

*

"ID."

The bartender had his hand out, the boy had his hand on my back. "She's with me, she's twenty-one. Look at her breasts, man."

I felt myself get redder than the dress, the bartender looked at my chest, my bra stuffed with tissues, he seemed to approve. He gave us both frozen pina coladas, maybe I will spill some too. I wanted to be like Liz.

"I'm Hendrix, and you are not Liz's sister."

"I'm not?"

"No, and I have a good idea who you are. I can tell by the color of your hair." And he touched it, he ran his fingers through it. I liked that, I liked how intimate it was.

"Don't tell anyone." I looked up at him, I bit my lip.

"Your secret is safe with me."

He smiled. I told him my femme name as we sat drinking pineapple-based drinks all day, here in the quiet and empty large grass-roofed building, listening to music and the bartender. I kept on trying to answer both of their questions in my femme voice, it wasn't easy, I was never femme for this long before. Soon others came to sit near us, but we ignored them, instead I let him play with my hair, I played with my icy glass, I concentrated on my painted nails. After a while, I felt I had a stupid smile and a foggy, squinty look on my face. My lipstick was all but gone but I didn't have the nerve or the tube to touch it up.

"Are you from Queens too?"

"Mmm."

"I live in Jersey, the shore."

"Mmm."

"You're not as chatty as Liz, heh. I guess not all girls from Queens are."

I think I smiled, I had my hand suddenly on his chest. "I had a great day today, but I don't think I'm used to pineapple." And I hiccupped, put my fingers in front of my lips, and he laughed.

I was a little disoriented when I tried to stand, I realized I had to get changed. I had to say goodbye to him. I held onto the stool as he fixed my hair, wiped some colada off my chin. We said goodbye to the bartender as he put a free drink card in my palm, I stuck it in the black bag. I had Hendrix's arm around me for support as we walked back toward the rooms. His was right above us, we were on one and he was on two. He made a noise, he saw Liz before I did, he dragged me away behind a little cabana. I must have had a weird, nervous look in my eyes, he bent down and he kissed me. It was quick, just a peck on the lips.

"It will be okay. Where are your clothes?"

"Um, why am I naked now?"

"Heh, no, I mean do you want Liz and the family to see you? You know in her dress."

And then I got really worried, my hands started to shake. My fingers went to my lips, I didn't have a plan. "Um, I guess they are in the hotel room, probably on the bed. What should I do?"

He looked at me, he started to rub my breasts, the tissues. "Give me another kiss and I will get your clothes, I will even tell everyone I saw your other half on the beach."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

He kissed me again, this time he had his tongue inside of me, he ran his hands up my back, I put my arms around his neck. I was eighteen and I was kissing a boy, a man. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want to stop. I knew guests were walking behind him, watching as I held tight, as I let him taste the remnants of our afternoon on my lips and tongue. He smiled at me and then we kissed again, longer, a little messier, it was quite wonderful.

"Wow, you kiss better than Liz. Stay here." And I watched him move away from me as I held onto tightly to the wall, as I watched him walk over towards the rooms. Sixty-five minutes later I told everyone I spent the day under an umbrella on the beach. Someone gave me beer. Hendrix smiled as I made up a story, him and Liz were going out again tonight. He would never tell her about me.

I still had to get her dress and all her things back onto the hotel room floor. I still had to figure out a way to take off the red nail polish I had hiding in my pockets.

***

I could tell Ross was mesmerized by my new look. "I just left Sara at Ruffino's, she is in a great mood, she said they are going to watch movies on the couch all day. Rachel made snacks for them."

"Oh?"

Ross was filling me in as Jada finished me up.

She was using hair spray, then finishing spray on me, she finally let me look into her mirror, she finally let me see my new hair. I had to bite my lip, I felt myself become a little too excited, a little too over the edge. I was now a little redder with darker roots. It was closer to my color as a teenager, reddish blonde, strawberry. The pony was high on the back of my head and long, it came down a couple of inches past my shoulders. It was held up with a little red scrunchie. My hair was parted in the middle with two long dangling wisps surrounding my face, I looked so feminine, I looked like a well-kept woman, I thought I looked very expensive. I was imagining my hands would never get dirty.

"I told her you would call her, tell her what we are doing."

Ross was now behind me, looking at my darker eyes with longer lashes in the mirror. Even my bottom lashes were dark and thick along with my darker, thicker eyebrows. I looked again at Ross, he was focusing on my lips, they were so big, plump. They were matte red and so inviting. I put my fingers to them, my nails were so long and fire engine red, twice the length from what they were this morning, the same size as Jada's.

"Well, how do you two like the decolletage?" Jada was next to us, taking pictures.

"The what?" I couldn't pay attention, I was looking at my eyes, lips, and nails, oh and of course my boobs.

"That cleavage, c'mon it's incredible. Ross take a grab, let me get a picture of you holding on to them."

Suddenly Ross's palms were under my boobs, pushing them slightly up through the V-cut of the red dress. The waist was tight, I now had on a corset, I also had on the vagina panties giving me more hips and more ass. The dress was slightly full and landed mid-thigh showing off my beige pantyhose. I was standing in my five-inch red platform pumps, I was leaning into Ross. His hands were firmly on my boobs, I was trying not to have an explosive orgasm.

"Maybe you should call Sara now, while you are being fondled." Jada giggled as she handed me back my phone.

I watched Ross's eyes as he lightly kissed my exposed ear, as the phone started to ring. "Hi, it's me." My voice was shaky, like my hands.

I felt him lean into my ass, I felt my body melt into his, I felt Sara would be able to tell something was up with my voice.

"Mmm, we are going shopping, okay, have fun, say hello to him for me." And I hung up quickly, put the phone against my chest, and tried to keep my eyes open.

Ross kissed me on the neck, "Everything good?"

"Mmm."

"Sara is with our friend again, do you know him?"

"Who James? Mmm, I do."

I smiled and shook my head.

***

'Where does our love lie
In the middle of nowhere
How can you let it die
In the middle of nowhere'

Over the summer we talked about vacation. Well, Sara did the talking. I love that she wants me to think that Port Republic was so random. It wasn't.

"I think we should buy a house there, for weekends, vacations."

"Really? It sounds far."

"We live in Queens, everything sounds far." Well, New Jersey from New York? Is not that far, it's not like San Fran or Spain far, it's nothing like Florida far. I knew the reason she wanted a house there, I knew she would use it to get away from Queens, from me.

Before she found a house she traipsed around Southern New Jersey, visiting different little towns, visiting the beaches, but she already pinpointed where she would settle. She wanted to move to Port Republic, she wanted to live close to a man she met years before. A man she just started sleeping with. She wanted to make sure her needs were being met while her 'sister' visited, while her 'sister' went away with her in December. I knew the winter break was for her, she needed it more than me, she was busy at work and traveling to and from the Southern part of Jersey. She said it was for us, but it was really for her.

I was quite okay with everything. I had to be.

'Are you gonna to leave me
Leave my heart astray
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Come and show me the way'

*

I felt I had to tell Jada about me and Sara, I'm sure she knew we were married. I was good at secrets but this one was unneeded, this one would be fine for the world to know, especially now if both she and I were with men. I had to tell Jada and Ross that I knew about Sara and her 'plaything.' 'Plaything,' that's what she always called him, she never used his name. When she spoke of him to me she stopped herself, she always said 'never mind you won't understand,' she would make it sound like he was the best lover in the world. He was the best thing that ever happened to her.

I was hoping he really was. I was hoping he treated her right. I was hoping someone would find me a 'plaything' of my own, though I would never call him that. I wanted a lover with a name. It was going to be hard finding someone if I never left the house.

"And then I met you. I didn't even have to leave the house." I had my long finger on Ross.

And the three of us laughed. Jada put the makeup she used on me in my little black bag.

"I have had this bag for years, I got it in Florida."

My friend Liz left it in her hotel room and it makes me comfortable knowing I have a little bit of her with me. When I told her I stole it from her, she cried, she put her arms around me. We talk sometimes, but I still miss her. I miss her every day.

***

I had my first hangover when I was eighteen and in Florida.

*

"God effin' Florida is so hot." Liz had a headache. I didn't want to tell her I had one too. I was betting mine was worse.

"At least the bus is cold."

We had two large coffees, getting colder than the bus, in our hands. I promised her I would do something with her today, the day after I spent it with Hendrix. The night after she did the same. She wanted him to come with us but there was no way I would have been able to even look at him, dressed as a boy.

"You know that effin' maid threw all my clothes in the closet, even my best dress." She looked around the bus, we were surrounded by senior citizens, there was no one under seventy, not even the driver. She whispered, "I'm making the hotel get it cleaned, it had a huge stain on it, it was a cum stain, ha." She giggled as I watched her. "That Hendrix has bad aim, ha. And he cums like crazy."

Last night, I got into her room, I put all the clothes I borrowed in this large closet. Hendrix was with everyone by the pool, they were all exhausted by the drive. I still had her black bag, I kept it in the back of the closet in my suitcase.

After that, I went to the little drugstore and bought a nail polish remover, the girl behind the counter told me "Nice red, Red." I just smiled, I was dressed as a boy but in my mind, I was all girl. I threw up like a girl behind the drugstore.

Today we were spending the day in Disney World. Our parents didn't want to go, even her sister didn't want to go. I would have been just as happy taking a scenic boat ride or shopping on Biscayne Boulevard. I would have been even happier just sleeping. We spent the day walking around the park, drinking black coffee, laying on the grass, and watching her shop. She bought Minnie Mouse ears and wore them the rest of the day. It wasn't until the sun went down that we both felt better, she said she was going to introduce me to pina coladas. Turned out that just the smell of them made me retch, crazy but they still do, once you get sick on frozen cocktails you are maimed for life.

We spent the rest of the night eating sandwiches and having drinks, I was so nervous someone was going to ask for my ID. I didn't have boobs to make me look older today.

"We look so sophisticated drinking wine." And we clinked glasses. She talked about the families, she talked about her younger sister, she talked most of the day about Hendrix. It was nice.

When I have wine, when I hear 'When You Wish Upon Star,' when I think of Disney World I think of her and Hendrix. I think how nice of a time I had. I didn't know which day I liked more, the one with a boy or the one with a girl. I felt I was not so secretly in love with them both.

***

End of Part 3

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Yeah, I’m not sure if I can finish reading this.

D. Eden's picture

It hurts too much to read it. It brings up too many of my own fears.

I was sure that Sara was cheating on her husband, and apparently it has been going on for quite a while - hence why she wanted the house in Port Republic, as you explained in this posting. It also makes the song make a lot more sense as well -

'Are you gonna leave me
And leave my heart astray
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Come and show me the way'

'Where does our love lie
In the middle of nowhere
How can you let it die
In the middle of nowhere'

Sara told everyone that Sabrina was her gender fluid sibling - not that she was her husband. That way no one thought anything about her being with another man. She has apparently had “company” quite a bit; “she wanted to live close to a man she met years before. A man she just started sleeping with. She wanted to make sure her needs were being met”. That definitely ties in with her going out alone and coming in late - plus insisting on separate bed rooms. She obviously doesn’t want Sabrina in her room.

She has also had other people helping her to feminize her husband - is she setting him up? Is this all some elaborate scheme to set up a divorce? She apparently takes joy in trying to humiliate Sabrina - "I heard them discussing some plan, she was going to hire someone to come bring you flowers, she wanted to see how you would react, I could tell she wanted to tease you.” Does it make her feel less guilty if Sabrina is out with another man? She was apparently very upset that Sabrina was gone for seven hours and she wasn’t answering her phone, and then was trying to insist that she go with her the next day. Is it only OK for her, and not for Sabrina to see another man - or is this all part of her plan?

Yeah, not comfortable with where this is going, or with the way it resonates with some of my own deepest fears. I fear the day my wife decides she is tired of our relationship - that she wants a man, and not her trans husband. I worry about when a man calls to speak with her, and this is feeding those fears. I know in my mind that they are irrational fears, but that doesn’t make them go away.

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Nowhere or everywhere?

Sabrina G Langton's picture

Thank you D. You understand this story completely... The Dusty Springfield song is totally about Sara and Sabrina. The words sound charming, but there is an underlying chance of deceit in them... which is perfect for me and my story. But, and this is a big but, things are not as black and white as they seem, they are less sinister... It still needs a little joy, a little hope, and a little magic to be a tale for Christmas... thank you so much for reading, and I hope you continue... but I understand... S.

That Dusty Song

Sabrina G Langton's picture

Oooh, one more thing D. about that Dusty Springfield song, I was thinking about this this morning. It isn't the way that Sara and Sabrina view their relationship, it is how I, the author view it. I think they view their lives very differently than I do. Thanks again... S.

Casting call

Emma Anne Tate's picture

Back in the day, I would have cast Glenn Close as Sara. There is definitely ann air of the Marquise de Merteuil about her!

Emma

This Christmas on The Hallmark Channel...

Sabrina G Langton's picture

Oooh, she would be perfect... the rest of the cast would, of course, be Hallmark regulars, ha... I don't know any actor's names anymore... Thanks Emma for reading...

Deception

joannebarbarella's picture

Sara is definitely setting something up to trap Sabrina. The silly thing is that Sabrina would happily walk through that open door. She is more than delighted to be feminized and feminine, the new life that she has wanted for years. I just hope she doesn't get her heart broken along the way.

You are an expert in depicting those ungovernable romantic feelings without them becoming purely pornographic. I almost wet my panties reading your descriptions.

Romance, respect and love...

Sabrina G Langton's picture

Thank you, Joanne. The crazy thing about my writing and my readers, mainly on other sites, is that I don't have a sex scene to close things up. I mean I would, if, you know, it felt right, but normally things don't end with sex they end with explanations or revelations. I have been told by others that 'I am taking off a star,' or 'leaving uninterested comments' because of it. It happens at least three to maybe 6 times per story... One day I will save all the sex for the last chapter, that should make those 6 readers happy, ha... Thank you so much for reading... S.

It is a maze inside a maze . . . .

SuziAuchentiber's picture

Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive !!! Life is never a linear process. There are twists and turns, disappointments and unexpected triumphs. Changes are made for the best of reasons and people vow to stand alongside you on your journey but desert you almost straight away while others who had shown initial reluctance show their true colours and become your fiercest ally. This wonderful story reflects so much of what it is to be TG - personal pleasure and fulfilment and the fallout that comes alongside. I'm loving the way you are taking us on this wonderful, mad, crazy, orgasmic journey and just as in real life, we have no idea how well it will end up !
Hugs&Kudos!

Suzi

Finding ourselves in the middle of...

Sabrina G Langton's picture

Thank you for that... ha... Now I think the fallout, as you mention, starts... Still, the story does get more Romantic and Christmassy as it goes along too... I hope... Thank you so much, Suzi, for reading...