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Chapter 2
 
We’re back at the hotel, walking in just behind my parents and the breakfast crowd. I go straight to Nika’s room, not wanting trouble. I quickly undress to take a shower. Nika gives me a new razor and some Silksense gel for my legs, that I use with under my arms as well. I’m not a very hairy male, but the feel of everything shaved sends Goosebumps down my arms and legs. Even my nipples tingle, though I know it has to be only in my head.

I step out of the shower and I’m patting myself dry before I notice Nika watching me. “Little brother, being Samantha agrees with you doesn’t it?" She helps, pat dry my hair before twisting a towel turban style around my head. She shows me how to cleanse and moisturize my face. I like the feel as well as learning what she shows me, but I tell her, “You are wasting your time and mine. This will end here today.”

“I’m not so sure Samantha, maybe Patti knows something we are not willing to admit. You might not be a Princess after today, but I expect there's a good chance we’ll see more of Samantha. Being a woman seems more natural for you.”

She says, “Tell me what happened last night with Matt; I sense you have been remembering the night as the morning moves along?”

“You’re right I have, but all I care to say is Matt was good and he treated me with love and care. When I woke up this morning he told me you were coming. His hand slid down my body and he kissed me. I didn’t know what had happened but I knew it was okay. The only thing I don’t like is only being able to remember after the experience.”

Nika helps me to get ready for seeing Patti and Robert. Cami and other bridesmaids come to Nika’s room and they either like seeing me as Samantha or are amused. I guess Patti sent them to ensure Samantha's coming. It is a joy when we arrive to the room given for Patti and Robert to use for opening gifts. Patti arrives early hoping to see me. When we hug the sensation of being Samantha and hugging Patti emotionally moves me. When Patti sits down, I sit on the floor near her feet.

When Robert comes in and sits next to Patti, he comments, “You know Sam, you are my biggest competition for Patti’s heart. I am sorry but it warms my heart to see Samantha being so beautiful.” Patti looks to me with affection and hoping my feelings are not hurt.

“Samantha, I have a gift that I didn’t get to you rehearsal night.” She hands me a small box beautifully wrapped. I’m careful in opening it and recognize the box usually being for jewelry. I open the box and find a delicate three chain gold necklace. Without thought I move to tears as Patti lifts the necklace and I bare my neck as she puts it on me. I'm glowing while my eyes are wet. In my most delicate voice I say, “Thanks Patti and Robert, it is so special and I’ll treasure it always.”

Patti reaches to the table behind her and brings forward a crown of baby’s breath. I bow my head and let Patti sweetly crown me her Princess. Unexpectedly Matt comes up and offers me his hand to stand and go find a seat with him. Luckily my parents are late as usual and arrive after we sit.

Matt gives me a hug and I lean my head on him and notice Nika taking our picture. I am confused as emotions come back and I feel attracted to Matt, despite my inner turmoil. While Patti and Robert open their gifts, my mind is swimming in thoughts of Matt and me. I decide if he wants me tonight that I want to experience our time together.

I find myself wanting to dance with him as well as visit and to go to bed with him as the cap of a beautiful time together. ‘But I wonder does Matt see me as Samantha or Sam. I don’t want to be a trophy or just another girl or guy he has.’

I am back watching Patti and Rob, with my fingers running over necklace. With each gift I see a little of their dreams and the love of others unfold. I am very sentimental now. Our Grandmother has given her a large crocheted covering for their table or Patti’s bedroom furniture. Patti looks to Monika and me as we appreciate the gift and know the hours it took to make. I can’t help but go to Patti and look more closely. Thankfully Nika joins me; hopefully it wouldn’t be offensive to our parents.

We are now drafted to help hand them gifts. They receive more personal gifts like a quilt made by Patti’s mother, a grandmother clock made by Robert’s grandfather. A grandmother clock is about six inches smaller than a grandfather clock and a bit narrower. Robert tells everyone that it will travel well as they’re hoping one day to have their own home.

Our great Aunt in Luxembourg has sent a large heavy box marked fragile. Inside are smaller boxes wrapped with wedding paper? They open a few and find a note about the eight place set of Old Luxembourg Villeroy Bach china made in their country. Come the end of their honeymoon they are to stop in Luxembourg to meet our family members there. This gift suggests the warm reception they will receive. We hear on their way back from Greece they are to stop in Luxembourg for two nights.

I know I am among many who feel our gifts are pale in comparison. For me there is no surprise that Patti works hard to treat every gift as special. Her big heart motivates me to try and be like her.

It is 1:30 p.m. before all the gifts are open and Robert announces a buffet is awaiting us in the next room. Patti’s Mom and Dad are surprised because they did not order or pay for it. It’s a gift from Robert and Patti. Patti whispers to me, “We want you and Matt to sit with us.”

“I am afraid it would offend my parents and mark this occasion with awkward feelings.”
 

 
 
“Robert and I plan to be dancing between 9:00-11:00 tonight and I didn’t get a chance to dance with you at the reception. I hope I get a chance to dance with my Princess tonight, okay?”

“If I can I also have a dance with Robert?”

“Sam, you looked beautiful last night and seemed to enjoy being Samantha when you weren’t covering it up by acting silly. I hope today you will just relax and enjoy being my Princess.” She says, “You should ask Cami’s help to go find a cute outfit to dance in tonight?”

I become shy saying, “She already has; I have a tiered skirt and pretty blouse for later.”

Patti pulls me to her for a hug, “O Samantha, I am so happy for you. If you would like come to our room, I will redo your nails. Just remember not to wear your pantyhose.”

“Can I wear this dress and wait till this evening to show off my new outfit?”

Patti mumbles under her breath, “O Samantha, you really are a girl.” Turning back to me she is radiating, “Samantha, I think that is a really good idea. You can enjoy this pretty dress and then show off your new skirt and blouse outfit. Why don’t you come to the bridal suite about a half hour after we stop eating?” We hug and Robert also gives me a hug as we go our separate ways.

Just over a half hour later, I knock on their door and Robert welcomes me in as he's stepping out, “I will leave you girls on your own.” I look to him as I realize he said us girls. Patti hugs me from behind, “He means that affectionately.”

Robert looks to me and I say, “Thank you Robert, I am so glad you are Patti’s husband.” He leaves closing the door behind him.

Patti has a table with two chairs and the table is well supplied for cleaning and painting my nails. She leads me over, saying “I am glad you took off your pantyhose.” After we are seated, she lifts my leg running her hand over it. “I see you shaved your legs this morning. Do you like how smooth and pretty they are?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I should.”

“Samantha, you have dressed as a pretty girl as long as we can remember; when are you going to relax and acknowledge that it is part of you?”

I worriedly say, “But my parents don’t like it?”

Patti, “Your parents won’t accept you until after you accept yourself. I am not telling you how to live your life. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have girl clothes that you enjoy now and then?” She’s right but I didn’t think anyone knew.

She is cleaning my toes and fingers and working around the cuticles and shaping my nails.

“Your sister, mother and even your old girlfriend Carol knows as well as Cami, my mother and Grandma. If you think you are perfect in hiding things you are dreaming.” My look gives me away, but I am kind of happy she told me. It goes well with my wanting to enjoy the day as Samantha. Quicker than I thought possible, Patti is putting on a second coat of a pretty plum polish. “Now sit and talk to me as your nails dry.”

Patti undresses and puts a robe on in front of me as she goes into the bathroom. The door is open and we can see each other as we visit. She is cleansing her face, brushing her teeth and then begins to pretty up again. I am enthralled with how she is giving herself a different look. “I am doing my makeup light now, come this evening I will touch it up and give it more color.”

“You taught me that before. If it wasn’t for you, I would appear as a boy in girl clothes. Can you tell me what I should do with Matt?”

“What do you want to do where Matt is concern?” I blush knowing she is not surprised. “How were you two last night?”

“That is my problem, I can’t fully remember and what I do is only memories. I don’t remember what it felt like having him…” I knew I was saying too much.

“You seemed to be enjoying being Samantha before and with Matt. I thought someone was going to hear a scream this morning when you woke up with him.”

“That is part of my problem; I don’t know what really happened. When I woke up this morning he kissed me and then began to touch. It felt nice to be with him.”

Patti asks, “Were you Sam or Samantha; how did he see you?”

I try to think back, “I’m not sure about either.”

“I suggest you limit yourself to one drink tonight in case you go to bed with him again. We want you to enjoy and remember.” I’m blushing and Patti is enjoying it. “Come here, you’re precious Samantha,” her arms engulf me for a gentle hug.
 

 
 
The conversation changes and I soon excuse myself to go find a newspaper to read. I go to the lobby and find a newspaper and with a cup of tea find a comfortable chair to enjoy both. My mind is filled with thoughts: Patti said, 'My old girlfriend knew. Is that true, did it mean Carol is accepting of me? How is it people knew when I didn’t know they knew?’

I pick up the sports section but quickly put it down and find myself looking through the advertisements for womyn’s fashions, cosmetics and jewelry. I even wonder what my new job would say about me working in femme. I will be a wholesale clothing sales consultant.

Cami and Nancy, friends of Patti ask to join and visit with me. “Samantha, I like your dress, where did you get it,” Nancy asks? Cami tells her where and when we bought it this morning. “I can’t believe how well you change over from Sam to Samantha.” She runs her hand over my strap and tucks her finger tips to feel inside the material. “Even your shoulders and back …”

We browse the ads showing each other what we like. Nancy shares what she thinks I would look good in as well. I find myself agreeing with ninety percent of her suggestions. Cami suggests, “Samantha why don’t we change and go out to the pool side for some sun?”

Sharing I don’t have a swimsuit or a good pair of shorts, she takes me by the hand to follow her. She takes me to her room and finds a decorative print pair of shorts and small top to go with it. She sends me off to her bathroom to change. I can get the zipper on the dress but not the clasp and ask Cami’s help. Unfortunately Cami is changing herself, and she’s okay with helping me. “You might as well finish changing out here with me. You won’t need the bra with that top, but I should use some makeup on the seams of your breast forms.”

Once we’ve changed we go find the pool side furniture where we can stretch out under the sun. Cami hands me a paperback romance book to read and then spreads a coat of tanning lotion over me. Twenty minutes later Cami says it is time to turn. As I do she comes over to unsnap the back of my top. “I’m not comfortable with that?”

Cami smiles, “Try it, you will get use to it.”

I’m irked as I didn’t want to try it but try as I might in this position I couldn’t get my top back together. In my attempt I started to lift my body, I feel myself coming off my top. Cami and Nancy are no help as they fight off laughing too much to help me. Cami waits until it is time to turn back over to put my top back together. By this time I am relaxing and enjoying my visit with the two of them.

Before dinner time we head back to the rooms to get dressed for dinner and maybe the evening. Cami asks, “Would you like to change into something simple before tonight?”

“That would be nice but I am not going out to buy another outfit already.”

Cami tugs me to the closet and she shows me a pleated skirt and a crocheted top. “They’re both pretty Cami. While a girl with the right looks and body could pull off the top, the top is a bit too small while showing too much for my taste.”

“Well, you are one of the girls who can do it. If need be you can wear this top underneath. It will add some color and hopefully cover just enough to make you comfortable.” I took at all three and make my way to Nika’s room. Here I shower and dress for dinner and ask, “Sis, what do you think of this?”

“If you are wearing your new yellow bra, you should lose the piece under the crochet top. It will look much better.” I try to speak, “No Samantha, you should do it and get over your guilt of looking like my sister. If you’re really a girl let yourself relax and enjoy being you.”

“Thanks Nika, I guess I really need you to be my big sis. I just hope I can grow up quick enough so I don’t to wear out my welcome in bothering you.”

“You just take your time and figure out who Samantha is?” I use body powder on my torso and in my panties and a deodorant that Nika hands me for my underarms. It helps to make me feel dry, smooth and kind of secure as I get dressed.

First I put on my yellow bra and the crochet top to let Nika know I consider her idea, but once I'm over the shock that its just my bra is underneath I like the look. Together with the skirt it is a real nice look. I put on a pair of footies instead of hose and ask, “Nika does this look alright?”

“I like it if you are wearing flats,” which is my intention. Nika has me put on the concealer as she begins to brush my hair. “Where did you get so good? I knew you cross dress, but I didn’t know you went this far,” Monika shares.

“I don’t really, but I am learning a lot this weekend,” I say.

She comments, “And did you learn to roll over for another boy this weekend?” I thought that is nasty, but I look at Nika and I can tell she is neither joking or being critical, just her up-front self.

“I honestly told you this morning, I’ve never done that before and I can’t remember.”

“But if a guy asks, do you plan to do it again?” She doesn’t back off.

“No, unless it’s Matt, I will be back here. I admit, I want to know how it feels.”

Nika sits and pats the mattress for me to do the same. “Hey little Sis, I never thought I would be talking about this to you as my sister. I would like you to take steps to protect yourself physically and sexually. If you would have sex with Matt, how will you protect yourself?”

“I know about the use of condoms?”

She asks, “Yes, but do you have any for Matt to use? Are you even planning to use one? And what about using a spermicidal product?”

I protested, “Nika you are getting too personal!”

She's emphatic, “Too bad, you wouldn’t be the first girl who wants to feel a man and his hot sperm inside you.”

“But I am not even a girl,” I joke.

“Not funny, you look like a girl, guys will seek you out like a girl, and you can get STDs like a girl whether you take it in the ass or have oral sex. I don’t think I really have a chance of talking you out of experiencing him once like that. I only hope I can talk you into practicing safe sex after that.

I can’t joke back; I know Monika is seriously treating me as her sister which I want. I give her a hug and tell her in Samantha’s voice that I will remember. But she’s right I am hoping to spend the night in bed with Matt…
 

 
 
To Be Continued...