Wendy the Good Witch (Part 1)
(or Brunettes with Perfect Eyesight)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Sorry no Halloween story over here... This is kind of hard to explain. It has been brewing in the back of my mind, (You know, where that 27-year-old girl with the great legs resides) for quite a while. A story about a family with secrets, that welcomes a couple of newcomers. Hope YOU like it...

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"Hey Will, what's up? Try any good breweries lately?" My father was calling. I could tell he was in a good mood, I could tell he wanted to talk.

"Yeah, a lot, there is a great one right here in Princeton. It's right across from the college, we go there all the time." When I say we, I really meant me, but I didn't want to ruin his good mood.

"Ahh, that's good, no driving."

"Mmm."

My father lived an hour and a half away from me by car, but I didn't have a car so it was a three-and-a-half-hour trip by train. I didn't see him as much as I liked. After my mother died I very rarely went back to Manhattan to visit everyone. When I say everyone I really just meant my father and my sister's family. I told them all I was busy, and I was. I worked at the College all week, I worked in IT. On the weekends, well Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday were for me, just me.

"Well, the reason I am bothering you..."

"Ha, you are not bothering me, I'm just on my computer, listening to music."

"Well, I have a favor to ask you, you can say no, don't feel like you are obligated...'

I was surprised, my father and sister never ask me for anything, ever. My mother was the only needy one in the family. The rest of us were survivors, we were more than fine on our own. "No, it's okay. What, what do you need?"

"Well, as you know I met a woman, Justine. I know I told your mother I wouldn't try to meet anyone, but you know us Landon's we are all lovers, ha, not fighters, not much of anything else, ha."

"Mmm... that's what I have been told for years."

"Well, next weekend, Friday, I am taking her to dinner. It's our one-year anniversary."

"Wow, congratulations."

He laughed, he talked about all the things he loved about her, all the things he missed about mom, all the reasons Justine, and being with someone, was good for him. I agreed, I thought it was great, I knew he didn't need my input, blessing, or advice, I was just nervously waiting for him to ask me the favor. I was just the son he never saw, never bothered, and never invited to anything. And amazingly I was okay with that.

"Okay, so, her son, Daniel is coming with us. He's twenty-six, the same age as you."

"Mmm."

He's in from Chicago, he's moving back to the east coast. We are picking him up at the airport and then we are taking him to dinner with us, not as romantic as I planned but, what are you going to do."

"Three's a crowd."

"Exactly, that's what I was thinking. So I was wondering if I, um, could borrow Wendy for the night."

I swallowed a little too hard, I almost dropped the phone. "Really? Wendy? Why?"

"I don't know any young women, I asked your sister, Terese and of course, she was no help, well not at first. I just need someone, you know go out to dinner with us, keep him occupied. I will pay for a car to get her, I will even pay her for the night, you know, whatever she wants."

"Um, I will have to ask."

"Of course, it's fine. And if she says no that's fine too. No worries."

"Okay, I will call you back, I'll call her right now."

"Great, talk to you later, and thanks."

*

After I hung up I did drop the phone, I stood up, I paced, I hated favors. I THINK I hated them, but in reality, I didn't really care, no one ever asked for one before, I was quite on my own.

"Ugh!" I yelled to the empty room. I sat on the huge couch, I crossed my legs, I fixed my skirt. I started running my long nails through my long hair. "Ugh!" I would have to come up with something.

Twenty minutes later, I called him back. My father never asked me for anything ever. I moved to New Jersey when I was nineteen, I never looked back. Part of me felt they wanted to get rid of me, but another part of me felt like they thought this was the best idea in the world.

"Ugh!"

Ring. "Hey, dad."

"Yeah, what did she say?"

"She said sounds like fun, she's all in," I told him, I lied, my hands were shaking, my hair was in my face sticking to my lipgloss.

"Oh my god, that's great." He laughed, I could hear him talking to someone else. "I will send a car on Friday. Four o'clock, we have reservations at six."

"Oh, okay, I will tell her. What should she wear?" It was a question I never thought I would ask my father, ever.

"Tell her to get dressed up as much as she wants, I'm gonna wear a suit. Justine is a big one for wearing something new and expensive, heh. I have reservations at Boucherie in Union Square, it's really fancy, she will love it." And he laughed some more, he talked to someone else again. "Great, thank you, you don't know how much I am looking forward to this."

"Well don't thank me, thank Wendy."

"Ha, I will. Bye, talk to you soon. I will text with more details."

"Okay, bye." I hung up, I dropped the phone again. Thank god he didn't ask for her number.

***

Seven Years Ago...

"Aunt Gloria is finally going into a home." My mother was holding the phone to her chest. She was talking to the four of us, we were eating dinner. "She sounds so terrible, I feel so bad."

Aunt Gloria lived in New Jersey, my Mother said it was so far away from us. I could look out my bedroom window and see New Jersey, I could see the huge buildings in Newark, right across the river, they weren't that far away.

"Mom! Aunt Gloria doesn't live that far away," I called her while she was in the kitchen, she was still on the phone, she was giving someone else the bad news.

She came into my room, my tiny room on the fourteenth floor. We lived in Chelsea, we lived on West Twenty-Third street, my whole life revolved around my room. My whole world revolved around Chelsea.

"You know, I was thinking. You can go to Princeton, you got accepted, you can live in Aunt Gloria's house." She went back on the phone, she was discussing this plan with whomever she happened to call. She was watching me, I was getting fidgety. "You can move out at the end of August, she's got a small house it will be perfect for you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"But I don't want to leave Chelsea." I sat next to her, my nineteenth birthday was in two weeks, maybe it was time for me to leave? Maybe I would love living alone? Hmmm, maybe I would grow to love New Jersey?

In September I was starting school in the computer science program, right before that, Aunt Gloria died. My mother couldn't believe she lasted through the summer in all that pain. The family came, we buried her at the cemetery three blocks away, we cleaned out the house of almost everything as my mother cried. We kept one piece of furniture and a dozen photo albums.

That weekend we moved, we painted, we fixed. There were two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and one and a half baths. There was a crawl space under the house and a tiny backyard behind it. There was a lovely, tiny little porch right inside the front door. The house was small, surrounded by blocks of other small houses, filled with people I would grow to love. It was perfect for Aunt Gloria, it turned out even more than perfect for me.

*

I hate even bringing this up but... I had a secret, it wasn't drugs, don't worry. Billy Tomlin on Eleven was on drugs, he did them on the stairwell, everyone saw him, it wasn't much of a secret. I had climbed over him a number of times. Leon on Twenty was a pyromaniac, his parents tried to keep it hush-hush but we all knew about it, he set fire to garbage cans, bushes, his brother, his cat. It wasn't much of a secret at all. Our next-door neighbor Mrs. Ramos went to jail, she kind of killed her husband, we never asked and the whole building knew about it. What kind of secret was that? I know my mother was dying to ask her all the time. Me I had a secret. no one knew, I kept it to myself.

Knock, knock, knock. That is how my mother knocked on my bedroom door, three quit raps. "Will are you busy?" She would pause, she would wait for me to answer. She always knocked, she knew I wasn't doing drugs, setting fires, she knew I didn't kill anyone. What she didn't know, well, what I hoped she didn't know was I wore girl's clothes. It was no big deal, it wasn't like I stole them or dressed up and paraded in the stairwell doing illicit drugs with Billy, it wasn't like I was in everybody's way. It was something I did alone in my little room in Chelsea.

"I am, I'll be right out." And in ten minutes or so I was out. I would hide all the things I was wearing, all the heels I had found at yard sales and flea markets, all the dresses and tops I got from Good Will or the Salvation Army, all the makeup I picked up for less than half price at the Korean deli. No one knew, well except for Mrs. Gwan in the deli, but she didn't speak English. I had this secret and I kept it well hidden. I really didn't understand why. You could be a pyromaniac, a murderer and everybody knew, a boy would wear heels and it was hidden in the closet, I didn't understand the big deal. I would keep it a secret anyway, I didn't want anyone to know, I didn't want anyone to make fun of me.

I went to Princeton, my secret was going to stay safe.

*

Once I settled in I had a closet full of outfits. I had all my dresses on hangers, all my heels in a shoe rack behind my closet door, and all my lingerie in a pale blue dresser I found in the garbage in the back of one of the dorms. I imagined I was just one of the coeds living their life, shopping and enjoying the cutesy, busy neighborhood. It was so different than Chelsea, but it had little dress shops, all types of places to buy makeup, and inexpensive trinkets and jewelry. It was also full of restaurants, Mexican, Chinese, Thai, and tons of burger and pizza places, the only thing it was missing was a Korean restaurant, that was the only thing I really missed. I didn't even miss the view from my bedroom anymore, I was quite used to the trees, flowers, and little spice garden I now tended in the yard.

I worked like crazy. I had seven different jobs in the four years I went to Princeton before they hired me full-time in the IT department. Every bit of money went to my female side, filled up my makeup case, or my vanity in my feminine bedroom. I had almost a complete wardrobe by the time I was a Sophomore, I had three mirrors, and a four-poster bed by the time I was a Junior. By the time I graduated you would have sworn a woman lived at 43 Maple Street, you would have seen her only on the weekends. She loved her little house, she loved her little town. If you wanted her to turn around, or if you wanted to see her smile you would just have to call her, just say hello.

"Good morning!" The neighbors would say.

"Good morning. Would you like something from the bakery, the soup shop, the gas station? Ha."

Wendy was around only on the weekends. She was popular with the neighbors. She was very friendly, she was a good witch.

***

"Hey Will I booked the car, everything is set."

"Okay."

My father called more this week than in the entire seven years I had been living in Princeton. He told me more about Justine, her family, even her son. "I don't want you being nervous about this, you know having her out with us."

"No, no it's okay. It'll be fine."

"Remember it's not a commitment it's just dinner. Hey, and call your sister every once in a while too."

"Oh, Okay, bye."

*

My older sister, Terese, well she... was nosy. She was the inquisitive one in the family. She was the one I really had to keep my secret from.

I visited, she told me, "I got some beer from a brewery in Brooklyn for you."

"Oh thanks, it looks great. I love the color."

I see Terese and her family three times a year. She lives in the Chelsea apartment, her daughter has my old room and view. I see them all on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my niece's birthday. The three times I went back to New York City this year I also have seen Justine. The last time I talked to her was at April's second birthday party in March. She was a little early, April I mean, not Justine.

"Dad's got a new girlfriend." She called me last year. Terese never called me either. She would text constantly but never a call. When I get a call from her, I get nervous, I was always afraid someone died, or that Mrs. Ramos killed someone else.

"I think that's nice," I told her.

She made a strange noise, "Is it?"

"Mom has been gone for so long, I'm sure he is just lonely, I'm sure he's having fun."

"Fun? He is too old to have fun." She sent me pictures from the week before, she sent me pictures of Dad's new girlfriend. "Last week they were all here, I met her sister, her son, her sister's son, even her dog. I'm not liking this one bit." It was funny, she was acting so weird about it, but I figured it was because he was always at the apartment, Dad didn't really like being alone. He lived about twelve subway stops north of them now, maybe he was just missing the old neighborhood.

We were singing happy birthday, we were watching April open her presents, we were soon relaxing and drinking more beer on the couch and at the table. It was good, I knew I was leaving in about an hour I had to catch the train. I knew life would go on like it always did in this great apartment.

"Will?" I heard Terese, she was somewhere behind me."

"Yeah?"

"Who is this?"

I turned, she was holding up a phone. I squinted, I stood up. I suddenly couldn't breathe, I shook my head, Terese was holding my phone. She was showing me a picture. A woman in glasses, a black blouse, and a red and black flowered skirt was posing.

"Um," I took my phone back. "It's um, my girlfriend. I met her at the college."

"Really, well that explains why you have so many pictures of her." Terese giggled, she got up, she peered around me, she wanted to see more. I shut off the phone, I said I better get going, I went into the bathroom to pee... and dry heave. Once I had water on my face and mouthwash on my breath I returned to the family.

"Well, when do we get to meet this mystery woman?" My father was asking, he had a big smile on his face. "We both have beautiful girlfriends now." He smiled, he hugged Justine who was next to him.

"Maybe Thanksgiving?" Terese was watching me. She was watching me fidget, watching me get my flannel, watching me button it up. "Well, come on, what's her name?"

"Um, it's Wendy."

*

When I was dressed up I felt complete. I felt like I had all of the pieces to the puzzle, all of the spaces were filled in, all the edges were straight. Friday at two is when I got home for the weekend. I was three blocks from the college, three beautiful blocks, but I never noticed. I never really went anywhere during the week, I always saved my traipsing for the weekend, saved it all for when I was presenting female.

I took so many pictures. I loved posing in my new outfits, my old outfits, my new or old anything. I was constantly playing with my hair, holding my lipstick, or crossing my legs. I was always smiling at my camera or phone. I took all of the pictures and put them on my computer, I was constantly editing, tinting and cropping. I only kept some on my phone, I needed to be reminded how beautiful I could become, how happy I sometimes was.

My name was always Wendy, I had that name since I was young, I imagined I was a ghost, a witch, I could disappear. I wore a wig, usually something long. My own hair was long and strawberry blonde and all my wigs matched it as close as possible, but I could never get a style I was truly happy with, I would have to wear a wig, plus it was better, it would keep my secret safer. I also wore glasses. I figured it was good enough for Clark Kent it would work in the reverse for me, in the reverse gender.

I had at least ten different pairs of glasses and sunglasses, I thought I looked so cute. My eyes looked bigger, especially with the clear glass and false eyelashes, with my bright eyeshadow and perfect eyebrows.

I was 5'8" and quite curvy as long as I had padding on my hips and ass. I weighed about a hundred and forty-five pounds, I could fit into a women's medium, I was quite happy about that. My body was also completely hair free and my voice was quite light and feminine, I had the cutest giggle. I never worried about passing anymore, I didn't really worry at all. If someone knew I wasn't a hundred percent female they never said anything, and that was okay with me.

I went to the gym at school two to three times a week after work, then on Saturday morning, I went to the one in town, as Wendy. Sometimes I even went to pole dancing classes. I loved getting dressed up for them and the gym, I had so many different workout outfits. I had a couple of friends there and afterward, we all went out to a juice bar. We all talked about our jobs our favorite makeup brands. I smiled and shook my head when they talked about their family and boyfriends. I loved that they kept me involved.

Back in my white and maroon room, standing in the middle of my thick pink rug, surrounded by my flowered curtains and art prints I would stand in front of my mirror. I would drop my mint robe. My penis was tucked and held with a little bit of tape. I had on my breast forms, they were expensive, they were a size C. They matched my coloring perfectly. I had on my long acrylic nails, I would glide my fingers down my body, through my hair. I usually wore little diamond earrings in my pierced ears, I had on my big-frame femme glasses. I was getting ready to take a bath, I was getting ready to wash my hair. If I squinted, if I ignored the seam to my forms I would see a naked woman. I would smile. I would always look 'female' when I bathed or took a shower, I had been doing this since I moved in. I had my tub upgraded when I got my first bonus at work. The tub was huge, round, and had a couple of water jets. Usually, I threw in a bath bomb and soaked, it was so wonderful as I immersed myself. It's crazy to think of it, but my bath probably thought only a woman lived in the house.

Afterward, I would spend hours putting on my makeup, painting my nails, fixing my wig. I preferred something long, slightly streaked, something that would cover my boobs and reach at least the middle of my back. If I was going out to eat or go shopping I would put on a dress, pantyhose, high heels. If I was staying home I would wear something sexy, shorter or higher. I would slip on my glasses, I would look in my mirror. I would spray on my perfume. I was so pretty sometimes, I was quite lonely. I would sometimes talk to myself before I went out.

"Wendy? Mmm? is being a crossdresser making me gay?" I asked this question myself so much. I never had a sufficient answer. When I was in high school back in Chelsea I went out with so many girls. I had my first girlfriend when I was seventeen. I broke up with the next one when I moved to Princeton, my mother said it wouldn't be right to have a long-distance relationship. I never had a steady girlfriend again.

When I was at the college I dated so sporadically, so infrequently, even though I met and talked to so many of the girls in class. I never wanted to give up my weekends for a woman, I wanted to be a 'woman,' I didn't want to change back. One didn't understand at all, she was so angry when I told her I couldn't commit, I couldn't see her more than she wanted me to. She didn't understand why we couldn't go out on the weekends.

Last year I put up a female profile on a dating site, I wanted to meet someone. I spent half a day finding the right pictures, finding the right words. The box for gender I left blank. I pressed enter. I then got too nervous and didn't even check it. I knew people were looking at my profile, I was getting messages and emails, but I just didn't want to know. I had to get out of the house. I had to be among people and then I would look. I wanted to see how popular or unpopular I was on this site. I got all dressed up, something casual, a long tight sweater, black leggings my three-inch booties, and a denim jacket, I went to the coffee shop, I took my bag and laptop, I was just like all the other women alone on a Saturday night.

"Hi."

"Oh, hi."

A man was talking to me, he offered to buy me coffee, he offered to keep me company. It was nice, it was quite unexpected. We conversed about the muffins, the restrooms, after an hour I brought up the dating site, I wanted another opinion. I bit my lip and made a face. He glanced at my breasts in the tight sweater, it made me feel quite wonderful.

"Those sites are good, I have used them myself." He smiled, he was probably a little older than me, he was quite good-looking. He then moved next to me instead of across, we checked my messages. We laughed as we read through all the salacious and crazy things that people were writing to me. We shook our heads and hid our eyes at some of the pictures they sent. We were having fun.

"Ha, maybe we better change a few things."

He helped me re-write my bio, he made me put trans as gender, he helped me pick out a less sensual picture for my first page.

"There, this picture is better, let's save your tongue for another time. Your hair looks great, and you look cute drinking from a mug. You look like you have practiced this move before." He smiled, he was teasing me. I was just glad it wasn't my 'Playboy' mug.

"Really? Okay." I hit enter. He then asked me for a date and... I said yes. We went out five times over the Christmas holidays. I saw Tim for two weeks, it was wonderful, it was a little surreal. Soon he would be going away, we had to make every minute count. The next week I started checking the dating site at night since I started spending my weekdays now at home and completely overdressed. I would walk in through the front door after work, leaving a trail of pants, shirts, socks, and sneakers and I would come out of my bedroom, in lingerie, double-D breasts, and heels. I would read through and answer all of the requests on the app, I was having fun, I was immersing myself in this sensuous female role. Unfortunately, I was still too afraid to meet anyone, but at least I was trying. Then I slept as a girl every night, slipped under the covers, and slept as a 'woman' who lived on her own, in her nightgowns and teddies. Why did I not do this before? I felt meeting Tim had everything to do with it.

For those two weeks with Tim I took him to the art museum, he took me to a Mexican restaurant. I took him to the cemetery and he took me for a drive to the shore. He kissed me while we walked on the freezing beach, my heels sinking into the sand. I held his hand going back to the car. We walked closer together, our arms were entwined and our hips were rubbing. We hopped into the cold car, he put on the engine for music and heat and he pulled me into him. I had my leg over him, I was wearing thick opaque black tights and he ran his fingers over them. I was wearing a red, white, and black plaid dress and his hands went under it, his hands went up to the D cups I wore for him. He started rubbing as he kissed me. I had red lips, I overlined, they looked larger and plumper. I loved that he was keeping me warm, he kept asking me, he was worried I would be too cold. I had a black jacket with a fur hood, I had it over my head keeping my ears warm in the process. Tim had a black and white scarf around his neck, we were quite warm, I wasn't worried. I pushed my glasses further up on my nose and kissed his lips. I slid off of his lap and opened his zipper, my long nails investigating. He was wearing black pants, and underneath he had on black briefs, his hard white cock was so visible once it was peering out. I grabbed it. It was my first cock, my first time with a man, my first time with anyone in years.

I started to shake, my bottom was moving, his cock was so hard in my hands. I started to cum in my panties, I was too excited. I couldn't believe it. I looked at him, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"I'm sorry." I thought I would cry.

"Sorry? For what." He chuckled, he didn't know he made me orgasm, he didn't know I was a novice.

"I'm, um, sorry, I haven't done this sooner." And I leaned into him, down to his midsection, I put his hard cock inside my mouth, I forgot I was going to cry. I sucked as he played with my hair, my wig. It was glued onto my forehead, it was clipped into the wig cap, it was on quite tight with a couple of bobby pins. "Play with my hair." I sexily told him as his cock slipped in and out of my mouth, a nice red ring around the head from my lipstick.

"Oh, Wendy this feels great." He moaned, he unzipped his jacket, he took off his scarf. I started to unbutton my plaid dress. I stopped sucking his manhood as I opened all the buttons revealing my black bra, my larger breasts. He immediately started playing with them, he held and fondled them for a long time. I think he was amazed at how good they felt and at how much they were making him excited. He leaned in, I opened my lips and he started kissing me. We made out for so long while he fondled my boobs and I played with his cock. I started pumping him, jerking him off.

"I'm gonna cum," He whispered so I slunk down and put him back into my mouth, he was leaking as he started bucking, fucking my mouth. I tried to suck and run my tongue on him but instead, I pulled it out as he took hold of his cock, he shot his cum on my chin then I took him back into my mouth and gobbled up his jism. I sucked, I licked, I swallowed until he was soft and the color red, not just the circle of my lipstick.

I leaned on him, we were hot, we opened the windows. I leaned on his chest, he kissed my hair, my ears, my big gold hoops. "Wendy?"

"Mmm?" I was tired, I wanted to stay here all night. My eyes were closed, my lashes felt heavier than usual. He started rubbing my ears, my cheek, he took off my glasses.

"Tim are you still here? I can't see you anymore." He laughed and we made out again. I lightly kissed his cheeks and eyes, I knew he wanted to talk but I wanted to hold and love him.

"Wendy, I'm sorry I have to leave."

I looked at him, I smiled. "That's okay. Thank you for tonight, thank you for the last two weeks."

We kissed again, his tongue back into my mouth. We kissed slowly, I was enjoying the feel of a man under and against me.

"Do you think you are ready to accept some of those requests on the dating app?" he asked.

I looked at him for a long time. I didn't want to bring up the fact that they made me nervous even though they turned me on. I loved that men wanted me, I didn't even mind the few requests I got from women or transwomen. But was I ready? I didn't know, but being with him helped, he was so right.

"I think so, you are a wizard."

He laughed, it was late, he put my glasses back on my nose. I knew we had to leave the freezing beach, we had to say goodbye to the shore. We had to say goodbye to each other.

Fifty minutes later he kissed me goodnight in the car in front of my house, we hugged and rubbed our bodies against each other at the front door in front of the whole neighborhood. My little night light glowing above us.
"I am going to miss you." He nuzzled into my neck, he pushed his body against mine.

"I will miss you too." And we kissed one last time. "And thank you for everything."

I had so many pictures of our time together, we took so many the past two weeks, they all made me quite happy. They all made me look like a fulfilled woman.

Those were the ones Terese saw on my phone, those were the ones she texted to herself. Those were the ones she commented on, and I am sure those are the ones she showed my father.

***

The End of Part 1 of 3