Wendy the Good Witch (Part 2)
(or Brunettes with Perfect Eyesight)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Part 2, and Wendy is ready for her big date, good thing she got all that practice in, ha... I hope YOU like it...

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I took off Friday, it was so nice out. The windows were open, the weather in November is sometimes perfect, and there are so much more browns and greens than in Chelsea.

I was in my pale green fluffy robe about to go into the shower and get ready. I had an appointment at the beauty salon, the one closer to the park, the one that the college girls didn't go to. My front doorbell surprisingly rang.

"Hi, delivery for, um, I'm sorry it just says, Wendy."

I smiled, my hair was in a ponytail and I still had a little bit of makeup on from the night before. I had on my forms and they looked great in the robe, the delivery boy noticed. "That's okay, that's me." I smiled, I signed, I gave him a big tip.

*

I was early. I was a little excited, I couldn't wait to go out, actually out on a date. I was just worried my father would recognize me. I haven't seen any of the family in almost eight months, it felt like years. I was standing in front of the coffee shop, I was going to bring lunch to the girls in the salon.

"Good afternoon."

"Hi."

"Remember me?"

"Of course I do, how was Europe?" Tim was back, he was holding a woman's hand, he introduced me to her but I forgot her name. He looked the same, he had that same sparkle in his eyes, the exact same way I remember him when I think about him at night. When I imagined he stayed in Princeton to love me. "Okay, bye. Nice running into you again." And it was.

*

I was in the salon chair, I told Marilyn my stylist about Tim. I told her about my plight. I told her the whole thing, the whole weird situation right from the beginning. We drank two cups of herbal tea and she didn't even pull out a tweezer.

"Okay, then we are going big, we are going global." She laughed, "We are turning you into a diva."

"No, please not that."

I must have looked so stressed cause she laughed some more, she put her cheek next to mine and we looked at each other through her mirror. 'Wendy, don't worry. You always have to trust the woman with the brush, the woman behind the curtain."

So I did.

Two hours later we were standing in front of a different mirror.

"Well?" Marilyn was behind me, she was taking pictures with her phone, then mine. "Say something, you are making me nervous."

"Um," I started to cry, I wasn't used to this, so I put my palms to my eyes. I wasn't used to looking this great on a Friday. "Is this really my hair?" Marilyn wouldn't let me wear a wig. She dyed my hair a little blonder, made it darker on the tips, she lengthened it with matching extensions. I now had a head full of slightly curly, perfect, girl's hair. I couldn't stop running my fingers through it. My fingers now with extra long luscious nails.

I walked closer to the mirror, my lashes were perfect, they were so long but natural, my eyeliner and makeup were mostly brown tones, I looked completely different. Even my eyebrows were reddish brown, thicker, perfectly shaped. I had on a lot of makeup, more than I would normally wear. Marilyn told me to stop futzing, stop touching, and not to even almost cry. She told me she would teach me to get this look in the future, one quiet weekend, one day when we could relax and talk. I wasn't so sure I could ever do my makeup like this, my eyes were too perfect, she made me look too much like a diva. My lips were lined and filled with 'dusty mauve' matching my fingernails and toenails. I looked like I walked out of one of her fashion catalogs.

"Okay and now your glasses. Something to match your gold hoops." And she slipped on new gold thin framed ones from the shop, perched low on my nose. "Okay smile, put your finger in your mouth, tilt your head, come on you whore, smile." She laughed and made me pose. She then made me put on my denim jacket, she fluffed up my hair. We looked into the mirror again, she was taking more pictures. "You know what? Wear this with your blue dress, it will look sexy, it's totally you."

"Really, this?" And I looked at the bare lining of my jacket, the blue faded sleeve, the metal buttons. I then posed a little more in the mirror, smiled big, and shook my hair. "Okay, if you say so."

I hugged her, my hair was so long and in the way, she told me I had to send her a picture of myself completely dressed and ready to spend time back in the City. I agreed, I played with my new hair all the way back to my little house. I waved to the neighbors, I told everyone who would listen I had a date at a fancy restaurant.

Mrs. Kim yelled through her window, "Make sure you use the right fork."

*

I was waiting on the little porch for the car to pick me up. Usually, when I go into the city, I take a bus, a train, and the subway. I wouldn't take public transportation with my new hair, I wouldn't be able to stop playing with it and I'm sure everyone would be watching me. I also wouldn't be able to wear this new royal blue dress, definitely not on a train. It was cut quite low, showing off my breasts. I had them glued to my chest, Marilyn didn't think the dress would work with my bigger forms, and of course, I knew she was right. I sent her a picture, I sent her six of them and she approved every one. It's just I felt a bit small, I liked the C cups or even the double Ds that I had hidden in my closet. I loved the feel and the weight of them, but Marilyn told me I would be paying too much attention to them and everyone else would probably be distracted too. The ones I had on now were a B, and there was only a slight cleavage between the fabric of my dress. The dress was deep blue and the top was all lace, showing off my smooth arms. My waist had a tight elastic in the lining giving me more definition and the dress part was more full giving the illusion of wider hips. The hem came just above my knees, showing off my new shiny pantyhose, my perfect legs. I had on four-inch nude sandals, showing off my toes. I was glad they had ankle straps, they would have fallen off with all of the bouncings I was doing.

I had my nude clutch filled with the things Marilyn gave me and my short denim jacket on my lap, while I was looking at all the pictures I had up on the wall. When I first moved in my mother decided that the porch would be for Aunt Gloria. We had her pictures in gold frames on the walls, I had her photo albums and books on the side table with a Tiffany lamp I found at one of the local shops. I was sitting on one of two gold, red and black chairs that matched the room perfectly. This is where I sat when I thought of her, living on her own for years, almost forever. The only other piece of furniture I had of hers was a vanity, it lived in my bedroom and it took me a year to sand, stain, and paint it. It had a huge round faded mirror and three drawers, I used it every day.

My mother made sure it stayed.

Aunt Gloria moved into this house when she was still in her twenties, right after my uncle died. She lived here alone, like me. It made me sad sometimes, I felt tears start to form in my eyes, then I remembered the flowers on the little table near the door. I forgot all about them, I was in such a rush before.

I sniffed, I loved flowers. This wasn't even the first time someone sent me them. "Hmm," I looked at the card.

'Wendy, the future me says thank you, can't wait to meet you, Daniel.'

"Daniel?" I was surprised, I just assumed it would be from Justine, and my father would put his name on the card. It was starting to feel even more like a date and less like babysitting, less like keeping someone occupied while the adults kept themselves busy. I was starting to get nervous. I wasn't used to dates while wearing a royal blue dress and long diva hair.

*

A black SUV came to pick me up, it was very big, I felt very glamorous. Mrs. Kim from next door came out as I slipped into the back, she was my favorite, the food she made reminded me of living in Chelsea. She gave me a cold bottle of water and some homemade cookies. She told me to have fun. She told me not to eat the cookies and make crumbs on my dress. My neighbors knew me too well.

I was on my phone, looking through my pictures and answering my messages. My sister kept sending pictures of April and her at the park, she sent them from a Mcdonald's near the apartment. I wish I visited more, I wish I spent more time in Chelsea, I missed it. I wished I could just be dressed like I was now, shopping on 23rd or 14th Street. All the places that I used to go to when I was younger, I wondered if the Korean deli was still on Eleventh Avenue, I wondered if the Gwan family still owned it. New York City, and of course my old neighborhood was now such a mystery to me.

"We should be in Union Square in about ten minutes."

The driver called over his shoulder, he was very quiet, I was glad about that. I needed to relax, I needed to get mentally prepared. Somewhere through the Holland Tunnel, I started to hyperventilate, I started to get extremely nervous and paranoid. I even drank the whole bottle of water and I was afraid I would have to pee before we got there. This would be the first time anyone in my family saw me presenting as female, even though I was pretending to be someone else. I better not mess this up, it would be good for my masculine reputation, that was the only plus side I could think of. Maybe they would stop asking when I was going to meet someone, settle down. I was convinced I have settled down already.

"Okay, here."

I looked out at the restaurant, I was about to text my father then stopped myself. I was so glad I at least remembered to change the case. I had two very feminine ones and this one was from Victoria's Secret, it was striped, pink, and light pink. A couple of times at work I realized I still had it on and it was too late.

I said thank you to the driver and gave him the cookies. He helped me out of the car.

*

"Wow, your hair is so much longer than in your pictures." My father, well Mr. Landon was holding my hand, looking at my hair, my glasses, my long nails. "I almost wouldn't recognize you."

I couldn't tell him the pictures were from probably ten months ago, and some of the hair wasn't even mine. I smiled, I shrugged, I stayed quiet. I knew my voice was feminine, it has been femme since I was a teenager. I was quite proud of how I sounded.

"So, Justine and Daniel are here. They are at the bar." He then looked in the window into the restaurant, I saw him wave, then we entered the glowing orange of the large room. I felt everyone turn to look at me, but it must have been my imagination, my paranoia. I wasn't used to walking into fancy restaurants, I wasn't used to anywhere but Princeton.

Justine took my hand first, she pulled me into her, gave me a hug, then kissed my cheek. "Wendy you are adorable. Oh, my god, you smell incredible too, Chanel?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"Love it." She was still hugging me, her hands in my hair. She was quite tall, as tall as me in my four-inch heels. She let me go and positioned me in front of my date for the night. I felt all three of them watching me. "This is my son Daniel."

"Wow, I love your jacket." He smiled, his eyes never left mine, it was nice. He took my hand and held it. "I have heard so much about you, glad we could finally meet."

"Me too." I looked at the three of them wondering what they could have been discussing. I was hoping I was a mystery, an enigma. I was hoping they warned Daniel about my 'boyfriend,' hoping he knew I was in a 'relationship,' a make-believe one, but still a relationship. It was the only relationship I have been in since I was a teenager.

*

The music was barely present, this was a place for conversation. Boucherie was also quite large, it seemed a little formal but the way I was dressed, made me okay with it. The host brought us to a table raised on a platform, Daniel took my hand and helped me up the steps. I started to realize how long my nails were, how different I was from a man. I let him hold me as I saw the chair set up, I was determined to sit next to my father, not across, I didn't want him looking at me, guessing who I was. Soon I was across from Daniel and next to 'Mr. Landon' it was a good move, I felt a little more assured of myself. I felt this might go well.

*

"We are a beer family." My father told us, as he poured a barrel-aged stout into all of our glasses. It was quite good but I didn't want to say anything, I knew my over-used buzz words would come out. I didn't need something to give me away.

"Mmm," I raised my perfect eyebrows, pushed back my glasses, and grinned at the three of them, I was enjoying myself already.

Dinner was quite nice and afterward, we talked about movies, and music, and more restaurants. All new places they all wanted to take me. We talked about their vacations and pets, we talked about their jobs and apartments, the only thing we didn't talk about was me. I was surprised about how little they asked, but I wasn't going to bring anything up. I wasn't going to start talking about my hair salon appointment, or my dates at the beach.

Daniel was being extremely gracious, he kept my glass filled up and he complimented me several times, I loved that. I hardly ever get people saying nice things about my voice, my earrings, or even my sense of humor. All my neighbors always complimented me on my dress choices, they thought everything I ever wore went so well with the New Jersey weather.

Soon we were having coffee, I could feel the date was winding down, and the restaurant was getting even quieter. I was getting distracted by the long nails on my pantyhose, I was thinking how much I liked rubbing them, feeling my heels tap the table legs, feeling the hem of my dress drift up to my thighs. I tried to pay attention as Daniel started telling us about his adventure from California back to New York and I took this opportunity to look at him, really look at him. I was wondering if the people around us thought we were a couple, could we be a couple? He was quite tall, taller than me, even in my heels, he must take after his mother. I also found him quite attractive, I mean for someone I just met. He had such broad shoulders and thick arms and I thought it was cute that he kept on stretching his collar, obviously, his mother probably told him not to unbutton his shirt or loosen his tie. I wanted to reach over, rip off his tie and unbutton him all the way down, I wanted to see what his chest looked like, I wanted to see how hairy and hard he was. I wanted to compare him to Tim. To the only man, I have ever touched before.

"And then the pilot threw them all off the plane." He grabbed my hand, waking me up. "Everyone of them. Ha. They were holding a case of 'Doritos,' ha." We all laughed, I realized I was having a wonderful time.

"So Wendy where do you work?" Justine was looking at me, I glanced back at Daniel, they were waiting for an answer. I wanted to tell them I was a witch, I didn't have to work. A little magic, a little spell, everything I needed was at my fingertips, everything I needed was in a tiny make-believe town in New Jersey.

Instead, I kind of lied. "Um, at the college, Princeton, I work in, um, administrations." I lifted my shoulder. I did have a work ID for my femme self. Being in IT I had access to many areas others didn't. I had made myself a female school ID, a work ID, and even a library card. I used them all the time. The work ID had a picture, my address, and even my social security number on the back. It also let me into most of the buildings, I would probably get fired if someone found them.

"Oh, that's great, do you work with, um..." My father started a question he didn't want to finish, I thought it was cute, he wanted to ask about my other half but he didn't want to embarrass Daniel.

I stopped him, "Well I work in registration and admissions for the college." I smiled. Maybe I was a good liar too.

"I'll be right back." He got up and moments later my phone buzzed, I had a feeling it was him. I put it on silent as I talked to the others. I was so glad he didn't call me from the table.

I asked Daniel, "Are you moving back to the city?"

"Kind of, I got a job in Trenton. I will be working for the governor."

Justine grabbed his hand. "I am so proud of you. Plus you will be so close to Wendy. You can visit."

My eyes widened, "Mmm, Princeton is probably less than a half hour away from me."

"That's even better. I knew it was a good thing to take that job." They laughed and my father came back, they told him what we were discussing. My heart beat a little faster, I was becoming a little self-conscious, then I became even more.

"I was just talking to my daughter, she wants a group shot." My father called over the waiter and asked him to take a picture. He and I stood and hovered over the other two. The waiter took about ten pictures, I was dreading getting a call from Terese, she would probably make fun of me. She would probably say Daniel was going to steal 'my girlfriend.' She would tell me he is falling in love with her.

After we sat back down I felt my phone vibrate, it was definitely Terese, she was definitely prepared to tease me.

*

I had to go to the ladies' room, I excused myself, I wanted to read what Terese said, I wanted to know what my father was telling her. I loved the way everyone smiled at me as I made my way through the crowds at the bar. The ladies' room was very big, it wasn't that crowded. I used to get so nervous walking into one, but now I loved it, it was an oasis, a little casual break from the world.

I sat in the stall and looked at my phone. I had three texts from my father and three from Terese: 'Wendy is so hot, you better send her flowers, perfume, and jewelry tomorrow before Daniel steals her away from you, LOL.'

I smiled, I knew she would tease me, I knew her so well. I liked that she thought I was hot though, that made me giggle. If they only knew. When I checked my father's texts, they were all just pictures, which was good, I didn't want to know what he was thinking at all. I decided to answer them both quickly, tell them I was going to bed early, I didn't want to tell them that I knew my make-believe girlfriend was having the best time of her life.

After leaving I went to the sink, I looked in the mirror. I smiled, I looked pretty good considering my makeup was applied that afternoon. I put on a little more lip gloss and brushed the ends of my hair, I was ready, I was more than ready to enjoy the rest of 'this date' as a 'woman.'

*

Justine and 'Mr. Landon' were ready to go back home. I could tell Daniel wanted to stay out, he was telling me about all the places he knew in the area. I felt I would be a little more confident being with him alone so I agreed to do whatever he wanted. Both Justine and my father were ecstatic.

"Mmm, thank you so much again for coming out with us," He hugged me, "And here is the card for the car service back to Jersey. Just give them fifteen minutes they will pick you up wherever you are."

"Okay, thank you." I smiled, Daniel helped with my jacket, we got ready to go.

Justine fixed my collar, she took my hands. "Thank you for letting me meet you, and you are SO pretty, dear. I am SO glad you two are getting along so well." She winked at her son and she kissed my cheek, she hugged me tightly. We said goodbye. We waved once they got into a cab. "Let's do this again," She called before they pulled away into the traffic.

Could I do this again? Could I have two completely different lives?

I started thinking, it was kind of weird but I felt they both hugged me a little too tightly, for a little too long. Maybe they felt there was a chance they would never see 'Wendy' again. I was thinking was that even a real possibility?

*

The two of us walked through the park, we walked toward Fifth Avenue, we were getting closer to Terese and her family, closer to my childhood neighborhood. As we crossed Fifth Avenue, Daniel took my hand, we intertwined fingers. Once we were on the other side we were still intertwining. I was enjoying my time in this blue dress, with my incredible hair holding onto a man. I loved all the people we passed thought we were a couple, thinking we were in love.

"That is such a great jacket, you are so glamourous and the denim makes you look so approachable."

We stopped I looked at him and smiled, he was being cute.

"Usually beautiful women look so exquisite, almost fake, ya know? But you, well you are quite perfect." I could tell he was looking at my eyes, my long lashes, even my glasses. I liked where he was focusing.

We started to walk, I was feeling quite nice, and content, but I think he might have called me glamorous, beautiful, and or perfect, and it was doing something to my body I wasn't prepared for, so I had to keep quiet. I let him hold my hand a little tighter, I let him take me wherever he wanted to go.

*

"Dan, come in. When did you get back?"

"I pulled into the city about two and a half hours ago, and then I found this." And he held up his hand, I was attached to him. They laughed.

We were standing outside of a crazy little bar, it looked like a trailer park inside. Daniel introduced me to Hank as his friend Wendy from Princeton. It made me smile.

"Well come on in Wendy from Princeton let me get you a drink." We walked to the back, it was quite crowded but Hank found us two seats at the bar. Okay move down," He told two men arm wrestling, "What would you like?"

"Gotta be two beers, something great," Daniel told him.

"Mmm, something we will love." I giggled, my eyes slightly closed. I moved closer to the bar, crossing my legs and taking off my jacket. I put my clutch down on the bar with a clunk and smiled at Hank. He put up one finger and then went into the back. Soon we had something strong from a bottle. It was thick, copper-colored, and delicious. "Perfect choice." I smiled we clinked glasses.

We ended up drinking and talking for almost two and a half hours. Sometime after the second beer, I moved closer to Daniel, I took off his tie, whipped it off from around his neck, and rolled it up into one of his pockets. I then undid the top button of his stiff shirt, I undid two more. I saw just a little hair.

I smiled, I felt a little chill, "There, much better." I looked up slowly, I patted his cheek. I was feeling like I was flirting and I figured I had better stop.

He smiled big, he held my hand. Soon we got roped into playing a trivia game, we came in second. We got caught up in a crazy, loud conversation about bad heavy metal bands with several people from Illinois while walking to the restrooms. I even sat at the bar and painted one of the servers' nails the same mauve as mine, she loved the color. I even let her use my lipstick and lip gloss. The only other thing besides my brush in my clutch was mascara and I let her try on that too. We took pictures together it was nice, I sent it and a couple more to Marilyn, I hoped I didn't wake her up.

I loved meeting Daniel's friends. I loved that some people in the bar were from the area, Chelsea, where I was born, where I grew up. I wanted to tell everyone within the sound of my voice, I wanted to stand and balance on the stool in my dainty heels and yell 'I'm a native New Yorker, I'm just living in New Jersey because my Aunt died.' I was dying to tell Daniel my stories about the neighborhood. I wanted to tell him about Billy Tomlin, Leon on Twenty, and Mrs. Ramos, but of course, I couldn't. I wanted to be completely myself but I couldn't, I tried, but it wasn't easy. I was so afraid I was going to say something wrong, something weird, something that would prove to him I was a faker. I didn't want to be a faker, I didn't want to have a secret anymore. But I kept quiet, I let him get drunk, I let myself get drunk with him.

He had his arm around me, I was getting tired, I was leaning against him. "Why don't you stay in the city and go home tomorrow?" He kissed the top of my head.

I looked at him, I started to move my closed mauve lips around my face, which meant I was thinking, thinking hard. I wish I could just call Terese, and tell her I am going to stay over, stay in the extra room, but I didn't want her to see me in this royal blue dress. I could stay with my father, Mr. Landon, he had room, he was probably staying at Justine's place anyway. I could probably even stay at Mrs. Ramos's apartment, but no one ever went to visit her, ever, except me.

"Mmm, I don't know, it's late, where would I go?" I bit my lip, I felt I was trying to be cute again, I think it was working.

He smiled, he stood up, and made a call, while I talked to Hank.

"So Wendy are you married?"

"No, not yet." I wiggled my jewelry-less fingers. "Why do you know someone perfect for me?" We laughed, he gave me water, I was completely done drinking beer.

"I do. If this whole thing with Daniel doesn't work out, I will find you, someone, I have a gift. I know things." He put a finger to his temple. "See those two over there." Then he pointed behind me. "That's all me, it's me all over it." He laughed.

"Now that's impressive. They look very happy."

Then he yelled, "KERRY!" And Kerry walked out, new nails and all.

"Yup, what?" She smiled at me, she made a face towards Hank.

"Tell us, how did you meet your husband?" Hank asked.

Kerry looked bored, she shook her head, "Tsk, you. Can I go?" And she left. We laughed again, as Daniel walked back over.

"Okay all settled, I got you a room at the Chelsea Hotel."

We tried to pay the tab but Hank wouldn't take any money, so we gave a huge tip to Kerry, you know for her husband. "Ha, Hank is my husband, ha." We laughed, I would miss them.

We said goodbye to Hank and the bar. I even said goodbye to the tourists from Illinois, I invited them over to my house, to my little backyard, to meet my neighbors, especially Mrs. Kim. I realized what I did, and hoped Daniel wasn't listening to me. Hank then took my hand and did a little conspiracy-hand maneuver. I winked, "Shh. I won't say anything." I whispered.

He waved, "Good girl, keep it all hush hush."

*
"There are so many songs about the Chelsea Hotel?" I told Daniel, we were still holding hands, I was very comfortable with him. I didn't want to tell him I went to school one block away from there.

"Is there?"

"Mmm, I am betting it is a magical place, just like this one." I then took his hand, I brought him to a storefront, the glass doors were open and we walked through a long hall. We passed a number of people, we climbed over a couple more. I could tell he was confused about where we were going. "Come on this way, are you nervous?" I teased, I smiled, I bit my lip.

"A little, but as long as you hold my hand I should be okay."

"Mmm, I don't know, do I look like you could trust me?" And he laughed. We had to go down another flight of stairs and soon we were in a yard, a small group of people was milling about, talking, eating. We looked up, we could see the night sky and stars. It was beautiful, it was hidden. We were smack in the middle of the apartments and stores, we were surrounded by walls and windows.

"I hope you like it here and I hope you love Italian ice." We moved to the end of the line. I turned around and waited for his answer, my hand on his chest. He kissed me, I wasn't ready for it. He had his tongue in his mother's, boyfriend's, son's, girlfriend, well that's what he assumed. He had his tongue inside of me.

*

"I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talkin' so brave and so sweet
Givin' me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street"

"That's the words? Or are you making them up?" He watched me, he was eating vanilla with jelly rings in them, I had a cup of pineapple and coconut.

"Ha, do you think I would rewrite Leonard Cohen? That would be blasphemy."

"Mmm, I believe you would, you have that look." We walked closer, we were a half block away from the hotel. I wanted to finish my ice, I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted to give him head on the unmade bed.

We walked in and I showed my work ID, Daniel gave them a credit card. They gave us a key and we went up to the third floor by elevator.

"That was nice, you didn't have to do that." I held his arm, I was sticky.

"I don't have to do this either, but it is all I can think about." And he kissed me again, the flavors of the ice were nicely meshing. I put my hands around his neck, gripping the straps of his backpack, while my clutch squeezed between us. When the door opened, we didn't move, we kept on kissing, we kept on tasting each other. We went back downstairs and the man at the desk pressed the button for the third floor.

"Thank you," I told him breathlessly.

*

"I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception"

Daniel was laughing, he found the words to our song on his phone and he found a stanza he loved. "Ha, this could be me singing to you."

"Ooh, now you sing? Go 'head let me hear." And I fixed my dress, showing off my legs as I moved back onto the bed. I was smiling, I was in a hotel, I was on a bed, and a man was going to sing to me. "Well?"

"Ha, you don't want me to sing, I'd love to, but I'm terrible." He crawled up on the bed, I realized we had to take this slow. I would love to have him stay the night with me, making love in the Chelsea Hotel. Nothing would be better, but how would I explain it, explain things to his mother and her new boyfriend?

I put on the TV for some company, and I went to the bathroom. He talked to me the whole time, he told me about every commercial that came on. he was keeping me informed. "I don't want you to miss anything."

"Thanks, you are so thoughtful" I brushed my hair, I brushed my teeth with the new toothbrush we got from the front desk. I put on a little more lip gloss and then took off my glasses and washed my sticky hands. I realized I had hardly any makeup, how would I look tomorrow without foundation, concealer, and blush? Then I started to realize how was I going to go to work on Monday with this hair, with these eyebrows and lashes. I started to shake, I couldn't think about it. When I walked out the door Daniel was still giving me the rundown.

"And that's it." He looked up, "You are beautiful with glasses or without."

"Am I? That sounds like a line you have used before." I squinted my eyes.

"Does it? Let me think." And he put his finger to his chin, he was thinking.

I turned around, I lifted my hair, "Can you unzip me? I don't have anything to wear, I'm going to put on a robe I found in the bathroom." He got up, I felt his fingers on me, he helped me slip off the dress. He saw the back of my little white bra, white panties, and my beige pantyhose. I came out a minute later in the robe and lay next to him. He was so quiet. I put my head on his chest and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I never dated a woman in glasses before."

I looked up at him, he was serious, he was being so cute. "No?

"Actually I never dated a blonde woman either."

"Are we dating?"

He laughed, "No but it could be arranged. I know my mother would be thrilled." He smiled big, and he kissed the top of my head. Marilyn was so right to fix my hair, she was so right to not let me wear my larger breasts with the seam under my chin, she was so right in making me wear my denim jacket and the new thin gold glasses.

I sat next to him, I kissed him. My lip glossed lips dried and it felt wonderful having a man so close to me. "Daniel where are you staying tonight?"

"Me? Right here."

I stopped and looked at him, I pulled away from his cheek and lips.

"I'm right above you on the fourth floor." He grinned, he picked up his phone he read some more lyrics.

"I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often" He laughed again.

My mouth was open wide. "Well, I never."

"Never?"

"Yup, never," and we kissed some more. I let him rub my breasts through my thin bra, he let me explore his body with my long nails. He started licking my neck, kissing my ear, sucking on my fingers. When they were all wet, I ran them along his cheek, then his lips, then I started to unbutton more of his shirt. He had a marvelous hard hairy chest for such a young man. I let my fingers wander, I reached his stomach and I stopped, I moved closer to him. He put his arm around me and we cuddled.

I wanted so bad to take out his manhood but I couldn't, shouldn't. He would tell his mother, it would get back to my father, Terese would call she would tell me to send Mrs. Ramos to his house. So we kissed instead, I sat on his lap and he pulled me close. I rotated my bottom, I felt he was hard, I felt him growing and then pushing. I let him use me as friction, I let him guide my body. I wouldn't take him into my hands or mouth. I wouldn't give him head on the unmade bed, while Limousines waited in the street. Even though that was all I could think about.

"Oh, Wendy..."

He started to cum, he was holding my waist, I was rubbing my ass against him. I'm sure the other visitors to the floor thought we were having wild sex, quiet wild sex. The bed was squeaking and the two of us were moaning softly, he was enjoying his orgasm with a blonde. It had happened so fast. I decided to give him a long kiss, lots of tongue, I wanted him to know I was sorry I wouldn't suck him or let him fuck me. He would have to go back to his brunettes with perfect eyesight for that.

"What time tomorrow?" I whispered when his tongue slipped out of me.

"Oh, whenever you get up. Maybe we can go to Jersey together. I'm staying at a friend's house near Trenton."

"You are?"

"Mmm."

"That will be great." I kissed him again and then pulled him off the bed, I pushed him out of the door. If he didn't get out soon, I was going to attack his body again.

"Goodnight Wendy, I will see you tom..." I closed the door, I heard him walk away. I pulled down my panties, my pantyhose, I gave myself a little rub, and came all over the unmade bed. I don't think I had ever been so excited before. I crawled onto the bed, I licked it clean, and fell asleep, it was going to be a wonderful night. I would dream of brunettes with perfect eyesight and show them the cum on my tongue and my thin white bra to make them jealous.

*

The End of Part 2 of 3

Wendy the Good Witch (Part 3)
(or Brunettes with Perfect Eyesight)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hmmmmm... A hotel, a deli, and a view of New Jersey don't ever say I don't take you anywhere... Oh and of course a song running through the words... Something different and something completely the same, ha... I hope YOU like it...

***

'I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talkin' so brave and so sweet'

I was a mess. I was out of the shower dripping on the tiles in the little bathroom, I was wishing I was in Princeton, I wanted to cry.

I got a text from my father in the morning. "Can you give Daniel, Wendy's phone number he wants to ask her something?"

I got a text from my sister, she said she saw all of the pictures, and that there was no way Wendy was going back to Princeton. She was way too hot for me. She sent a string of emojis, I knew she was kidding but now I was thinking this was a bad idea, even though it was probably one of the most perfect nights of my life. I now had to get dressed, I had to fix my face, I had to do something with my hair.

The phone next to the bed rang, I didn't even realize there was one there. "Hey good morning. Do you want to get breakfast?" Daniel was up, he was ready, he seemed like he was in a great mood. I would somehow ruin it.

"Um, I'm not ready yet, why don't you eat, and, um, I should be ready by then, I hope."

I slipped back on my bra, panties, and pantyhose. Now I smelled like Ivory soap and toothpaste, they were the only things in the bathroom besides the fruit shampoo. I checked the situation in the mirror, my lashes and eyebrows were still perfect, everything else was too plain, not female enough. I called Marilyn and in seven minutes there was a knock on my door.

"Wendy baby, open up, help is here." I opened the door slowly, I peered out. There was a huge black man on the other side of the door. He was carrying a makeup case, he was holding a bottle of Tropicana. "I brought breakfast."

*

Once again I was amazed at how I looked in a different mirror. Franklyn my new makeup artist was behind me, swigging the bottle of juice and holding a hair dryer. He was shaking his head, he wasn't amazed at all. My eyes and lips weren't as dramatic as last night, I looked perfect for a Saturday morning. He put my hair up in the back, folded it into a nice messy bun. He also left strands falling about my face, curled, it was very feminine, it was something else I was going to have to learn to do.

"See I told Marilyn I could turn someone from Jersey into a diva. Wasn't even that hard, that's how great I am." I turned, I gave him a hug and a thank you, I was about to cry once again, I was so relieved, then there was a knock on the door.

"Ooh hopefully someone brought vodka."

Daniel wasn't even surprised I had a man in the room with me, he shook Franklyn's hand and sat on the unmade bed. He watched as Franklyn ran some brushes on my cheeks, he sprayed me with more Chanel. He smacked my ass and took the rest of the juice.

*

"The car is outside." Daniel was looking at his phone, I had on my denim jacket I was ready to go. I decided I wasn't going to wear my glasses, I put them in my clutch. My eyes looked amazing and I wanted to show them off. I wanted to show off the light pink shadow Franklyn gave me.

"Okay, I was thinking, that, um, next time we come here I will give you head on the unmade bed while the limo is parked outside." He looked up, he seemed to be surprised. I was smiling, I was teasing. Maybe.

He laughed, he covered his crotch, it is crazy how easy it was to make him hard, so I grabbed his hand and we went to the elevator, it was time to leave the Chelsea Hotel. It was time to make out on the elevator again.

To think I used to live only a couple of blocks away from here, I would have loved to just walk around and visit the old neighborhood, but it will probably be safer just going home.

Still, it would be fun.

*

"Do you think we could make one stop before we head off the island?" I asked Daniel, then I asked the driver, they both said sure. "Okay right up here, right on Eleventh."

I wanted to go to the Korean deli, I wanted to see Mrs. Gwan, I wanted to see her if her grandchildren were grown and still working there. We left the car at the curb and Daniel and I made our way into the store. It looked exactly the same, it was literally half a block away from the apartment I grew up in, the apartment where Terese and Michael, her husband, were probably eating an early lunch. There was a young woman and a young man behind the counter at the register. I smiled and looked around, there were a few people in the aisles. When I was younger I was here all the time. This was my favorite place to hide and eat, and this was the first store I bought something for my female self, I must have been eleven or twelve. This was the first place I picked up lipstick, a compact, even curlers, and hairspray. It held a huge place in my heart. Daniel was quiet, he just followed me. I took his hand and walked up to the cashier, I felt uneasy, I felt a little nostalgic.

"Annyeong," I said, I was pretty good with my accent, I learned so long ago even though I didn't remember too many words.

"Hi, annyeong to you too." The cashier, a boy, probably seventeen, eighteen or so, he looked slightly familiar. He had a big smile on his face watching a blonde 'woman' ruin his native language.

"Sung-ho?"

"Ha, yes, well Sammy is fine." He laughed the young woman laughed with him.

"And Binna?"

"Yes, Binna, no one calls me that, just my grandmother."

I smiled, I held Daniel a little tighter, "I remember the two of you when you were so small."

"Are you from the neighborhood?"

"We are, both of us. I'm Wendy and this is Daniel." I pointed outside and kind of introduced them to the driver, though I didn't know his name. I was nervous, I was feeling too chatty, too something. "I used to come in here when I was young, I miss your Grandmother, I only know her as Mrs. Guan. There was a time in my life when I would come in here all the time." I smiled, I started to feel sad, I was so afraid she wasn't with us anymore.

"Really? She is upstairs, I'll go get her." And the young girl left. We talked to Sammy, I knew he didn't remember me, but Mrs. Guan will, though she never saw me as a 'female.' I realized I would have to meet her without Daniel.

"You know what?" I touched his arm, "Why don't you go back in the car I will be right out, I don't want you to see me cry." He then kissed me, he held my cheek and he kissed me again, it was nice, it was quite romantic.

"Okay, call if you need me." We watched him leave.

I turned and smiled at Sammy, I was very happy showing off a man, one who kissed me and held my hand. I then got nervous, I heard a door behind the cashier, behind a wall, "Hello... Mueos-eul dowa deulilkkayo?" It was Mrs. Guan I recognized her right away, she looked exactly the same.

"Eeomma, says how can she help you?"

I walked closer to the counter, my mouth was dry, my eyes were misty. Did I really want to do this, did I really need to bother them on this beautiful Saturday?

"Um, I don't know if you remember me. I used to live in the building around the corner," I pointed, like that would help, "My name was Will Landon."

Was? I was surprised I used that word.

Binna translated what I said, Mrs. Guan looked at me. I felt her look at my hands, my dress, then my lips and eyes. She started to smile, she shook her head, she said something in Korean, I only caught a little bit of it.

Binna and Sammy laughed, as he told me, "She said you used to come in and buy makeup but you never bought anything to take it off. You used to live very dangerously."

I giggled, I felt a tear go down my cheek. "I did, I never thought about it. I remember I bought nail polish the first time I was here, thank god there was also remover in the bag when I got back to the apartment." I walked over and took her hand, I started to cry some more. "I'm sorry." I wiped my eyes, tears were falling onto the dirty linoleum. "Gomabseubnida. Thank you, Mrs. Guan. Thank you for everything."

She smiled at me, she put my hands to her lips, and kissed them. She pointed to herself, "Da-Som,"

"Da-Som, that's grandma's name." Binna smiled.

"Gomabseubnida, Da-Som."

*

I told her my name, I told her I had it since I was young. "I was the only Wendy in the building, not like anyone would know."

They smiled, they said there was a famous Korean singer with that name. They said I was as beautiful as her. They were all being so nice.

I stayed and told them how much I missed the food behind the glass counter. The soups, the rice, the pork, the gochujang sauce. I told them stories of how their Grandmother would let me eat in the window, she would make me try everything. She would tell me what I was eating in Korean, so I never knew. I told them I will never forget this place, I would never forget them.

I had to go, I couldn't keep Daniel or the driver here all day. The three of them walked me to the door.

"Wendy Dol-awajuseyo okay?"

"Grandma wants you to come back, she wants you to visit more." Binna smiled, and they all waved. I came back and kissed each one of them. I knew Daniel and the driver were watching me.

"Please come back." It was nice hearing her use English, just hearing her voice, reminded me of when I was younger. Da-Som, told us to wait, she went back into the store. Soon she came out with a paper bag and she put it in my hand. She hugged me one more time, she spoke more Korean and English, I started crying again and Daniel came out and held me.

"Can we take a picture?" I asked hopeful and they all smiled. I gave the driver my phone, we posed, Mrs. Guan had her arms around me. It was nice, it was turning into a perfect day, a perfect weekend.

We all slipped into the car, we all waved goodbye, I was so glad we stopped. I knew why it took so long to visit, to come back to this part of Chelsea. I had a secret and Da-Som was the only one who knew.

*

We were out of the tunnel, we were back in New Jersey. I felt different. I was leaning against Daniel, it had taken me a long time to stop crying. He let me cry, he didn't seem to mind I was making his shirt wet.

"What did she give you?"

I had the little paper bag on the seat next to me, it was under my clutch, it was right next to Daniel's backpack. "Ooh, I forgot." I opened it up, I looked inside, I started to smile. I dumped the contents onto my silky legs.

Daniel picked up one of the boxes. "Cotton balls?"

"Mmm-mmm, and towelettes, nail polish remover, and a bottle of cleansing water. I guess Mrs. Guan is still watching out for me." I put everything back, the contents made me so happy, I wish I could tell someone. I wish I could tell Terese, even Daniel's mother. It would be a nice story, it was very personal, and it said so much about me when I was younger and so much more confused.

"That was nice, they must have missed you."

I moved more into Daniel, I put my head against his shoulders, I was thinking life was going to get complicated. "Daniel, I have to tell you something."

"Okay."

I breathed out, it wasn't going to be easy. Seeing the deli again and visiting Mrs. Guan did something to my perspective, to my thought process. Things that were once out of focus, became a little clearer. "Daniel, I'm, um, transgender."

I sat up, I glanced in the rearview mirror and caught the driver's eye. He seemed okay with this new information. Daniel was quiet, I was quite close, I was thinking I should move a little further back, let him realize what I said.

"Yeah, I know, your father told me."

*

'I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception'

"Would you really stay with me tonight?"

"Of course, I would love to."

I told the driver there wouldn't be a trip to Trenton, he seemed relieved, he smiled and asked if he could use the bathroom. I asked him to take a picture of Daniel and me first, on my stoop in front of my little house. I could tell he was uncomfortable, I showed him my half bath as soon as we walked through the front door.

I gave Daniel the tour. My living room, my kitchen, my view, I showed him the porch dedicated to Aunt Gloria. I showed him one of my two bedrooms. The walls were maroon and white, I had a pink rug on the wall, I had a matching comforter. Daniel's black backpack on my bed looked like an intruder in this feminine oasis. I showed him my huge bathtub, I then let him get comfortable as I got the driver a bottle of water. I called the coffee shop three blocks away and ordered him a coffee and a sandwich. I even walked him outside and introduced him to Mrs. Kim.

"I saw the car. How was dinner?"

"Better than I would have ever imagined." I hugged her as the two of us waved goodbye to the back of the car, as we both stood in the middle of the street. "Mrs. Kim, I had a date last night and I told him I was transgender."

"You did? And he is in your house?"

"Um, yes, why?"

"Well he either doesn't know what that means or he doesn't care." She gave me a serious look, then she started to laugh, "Wendy sometimes you are so serious. People from Princeton are supposed to have a sense of humor. That's 'our' thing, haha." She laughed some more, I giggled as I brought her in to meet Daniel. I had a slight grin on my face, this was a development I never expected.

"Um, oh hello." He was in a towel, he was coming out of the shower.

"Wendy you didn't tell me he was naked." She was still so serious.

"Well he's not always naked," I said. Then she started laughing, she said she would make me something with gochujang sauce for dinner, she knew it was my favorite.

*

It was late, I made the bed in the guest bedroom. I brought in Daniel's backpack. I did a quick clean. I kissed him goodnight, I told him he made me very happy today. I wish I was confident enough to let him into my bed.

I was in my room, the music was very quiet, I was wearing my lilac slip, I let my hair down. I was looking through all the pictures on my phone, all the ones my father, Terese, and even Daniel sent me. I was looking through my own. I decided I was going to send three of them to everybody. EVERYBODY. I sent them to everyone in my contacts, I even sent them to people at work. I wanted everyone to know how special this weekend was, how happy I was, at how excited I was becoming.

*

It was dark, I walked a couple of feet to the other side of the bathroom, to the guest bedroom. There has never been a man in this bed before, actually, there has never been anyone in that bed before. I wanted to see him, I wanted to watch him breathe. I opened the door slowly, I didn't want him to wake, I didn't want him to think I was weird, a pyromaniac, or a murderer.

"Mmm, hi."

"Hi, I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

He put out his hand, his fingers wiggling, it was quite dark but my eyes were used to it. I sat on the bed. "Are you thirsty, would you like something to drink?" I moved the slight hair off of his forehead.

"No, thank you."

"Thank you for the flowers." I smiled in the darkness, I really did love the flowers. I wish he could have seen my smile better.

"You're so welcome." He put his fingers on my lips. They were bare. He put his hands on my cheek, he was following his fingertips as they made their way over my features, my perfect eyebrows, my nose. "It was during the summer, my mother and your father came to visit me in Chicago, they told me all about you." His hand went into my hair, he played with it, he grabbed hold and brought my face close to his, and we kissed. "I was thinking I wanted to meet you, we seemed so much alike." He kissed me again, this time his tongue went into my mouth, I put my hands on his naked chest. I ran my long nails through the slight hair.

I stopped, I tried to see his eyes, it was dark. I wanted to watch him talk to me.

"When your father told me about you, I knew we had to meet, at least one day, especially since they were seeing so much of each other. Then he told me about your mother when you and your sister were younger, it was nice and they loved you so much. I realized we could probably be great friends. Then they left me, but I wanted to hear more." He still ran his fingers over me, I was feeling warm, almost fulfilled. "I was constantly calling, all I did was ask for pictures, you know, I just wanted to see and hear more about you. The two of us were from Chelsea, we both had an older sister, we both liked beer and restaurants even Korean food, hah. It seemed like we could get along so well, especially with me moving to New Jersey, moving so close, we could keep each other company."

"Like now."

"Exactly. Then Terese called. She sent me a picture, you were wearing a red and black skirt, you had these cute black glasses on, then she told me all about you."

"Really? Terese?" I was confused. He moved over, he made me lay onto him, my head on his chest, my hair in his mouth.

"We were on the phone for so long. She told me your mother knew what you were doing in your room, she had some kind of secret knock."

"She did, three quick ones, my mother never walked into my room without knocking."

"See, that was the code. Terese said she would try to get us together, she said she didn't see you as much as she liked."

"I never see her, and no one ever visits. None of us have a car." I felt a few tears form in my eyes again, I had never been this emotional before, ever in my life. "I also didn't try very hard."

"Well, then when I was coming back to New York, your father told me he would pick me up from the airport. He told me you were transgender, he told me they all knew when you were younger. He thought it would be great if we met. He made plans with my mother and surprisingly you agreed. None of us could believe it. Terese said she fainted right on top of one of the neighbors, ha. I originally didn't think I was really going to meet Wendy last night."

I moved up, I tried to look at him in the dark. "Did you like her?"

"You mean do I like you?"

"Mmm."

It was strange but I started feeling him underneath me, his manhood was getting hard, I felt it grow against my body. "Can I see what you have on before I give you my final decision?"

I stood, my smile was huge, why would I ever feel sad, especially tonight with a man in the bed? I put on the light, I held up my hair, I spun around. I showed off my Lilac night dress, all silk, showing off my bare legs. I loved it because it had a little piece of material in the breast area, I was able to wear my b-cups, I was able to feel more like a girl when I slept. He reached out his fingers once again and I went closer. We slipped under the covers and my hand slipped into his briefs. I played with him as we kissed. I rubbed him, he was so hard, I had never felt anything like this before, I imagined it inside of me. I imagined him fucking me in this bed.

I stopped abruptly, I took my hand off of his hard cock, I leaned up on my arms. "So, Daniel, what is your final verdict?"

"Mmm, it wasn't an easy one to make, but, I think I like you very much."

We laughed, I started rubbing his hard cock again. "That was the correct answer," I told him people like me in Princeton have a very good sense of humor. I slid down and told him I was going to suck his cock and try not to laugh.

I had the covers off, my body was hovering over his, my legs around him. I held his hard penis in my hands, with my long nails grazing him. I started to lick. I licked as he watched. "Mmm, you taste wonderful I teased. "Mmm, you taste like the ice we had last night." I smiled, I stuck out my long tongue, I licked the little bit of pre-cum that formed on the tip of his dick. I went down and sucked him, I played with his balls, I rubbed my little 'clit' on his leg. Soon I grabbed him, I started pumping, he was breathing heavily and playing with my hair. he was pulling it and I loved that it was all me, no wig, just me. I was moaning, I was making the most feminine of sounds and he started to cum, I let him squirt his jism on my face, and in my hair, some surprisingly made it into my mouth. I pushed myself harder against him, I felt ready to orgasm. I went down on him again and sucked what was left, I wanted it all. Why did I wait so long to start having relations like this? Why did I wait so long to have a man in my bed? Why did I wait so long to rub my 'clit' against a man's leg? Why was I making so much noise?

*

We fell asleep, I was once again on his chest, close to his belly. I wouldn't put the covers on us, I wouldn't let him wear his briefs. I kept checking his cock to make sure it was still there. In the morning he sat on the bed and I kneeled between his legs. I ran my long nails on his hard belly. I kissed his thighs, his knees, I massaged his feet. I smiled, his cock was so hard. Just me being near him was making him excited, I watched it slightly bounce.

"Mmm, Daniel." I said his name, I felt the vowels swirl around my tongue, "I love that name, it's so strong, it's so masculine." I moved closer between his legs, I rubbed his manhood on my cheek, I closed my eyes pushing him around my face.

"I love your name, it's beautiful."

I opened my eyes, I was smiling. "I named myself. I have been Wendy for..." My lips moved around my face, I was thinking again. "Mmm, ha, a long time, I was probably in single digits." I started to lick his cock, his fingers went into my hair. "My father had comic books when he was younger, he had so many of them, my favorite was Casper the Ghost."

"Oh, I remember him."

"He had a friend, 'Wendy the Good Little Witch,' she was blonde, she had special powers, just like me."

I gave his cock one more lick and then I took him inside me again, I sucked, I enjoyed myself. I rubbed his thighs a little more, I rubbed my breasts against the edge of the bed, under him. I felt his cock against the back of my throat. My lips were tight as I moved up, I let him slip out of me, the head wet and glistening.

"This isn't one of my special powers."

He laughed, "No? Are you sure?"

I started to play with him. I let him cum all over my lilac night dress and bare lips.

***

'I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talkin' so brave and so sweet
Givin' me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street'

I was starting to rethink this outfit. "Too red?"

"Mmm, what does that mean again?"

I had my hands on my hips. My lips were moving a mile a minute on my face, I was making a popping sound with my mouth, but my red lipstick looked pretty great, it even matched the dress.

"It means, well... it means it's red, and red is kind of blindingly bright, maybe I should wear tan."

He was laying on the unmade bed, he told me that he was texting everyone, telling them we would be at the apartment in five minutes. "Should I tell them twenty? Is this red situation going to take a while?" He smiled, I could tell he was about to laugh, he was teasing me. I took off my red dress and climbed on top of him, my breast forms swinging in my red bra. I unbuttoned his pants, slightly aggressively, we were in a rush. I pulled his jeans down to his knees along with his new bright white boxers. I slid my lips down his hard cock.

He moaned right away. "Wow, I wasn't expecting this."

His cock plopped out of my mouth, I took hold and started pumping him. "What do you mean, didn't I say next time we were in this hotel with the car outside I would give you head? You know, just like the song? I'm going to tell Mrs. Kim, I might even tell Terese about this."

"So you will tell your sister you were performing oral sex on your wonderful, compassionate boyfriend, but you won't wear red? It's too red?"

I looked up at the ceiling, his cock leaning against my cheek, I was happy I put on setting spray. "Mmm, maybe you're right." I got up, I pulled down my new beige pantyhose, I pulled down my cute white panties, I sat on his legs, and slowly moved up until his cock was closer to my hole. I held my cheeks open as he slowly started to enter me. I guided him inside, I felt his cock make its way completely into my 'pussy,' I made a sound and he smiled. Soon his hardness was completely inside of me, I was sitting on his lap. I was always amazed his large cock would fit in my tiny tight hole. I rose and he held my hand, we intertwined fingers, we made love, I maneuvered up and down his cock. He was inside of me for fifteen minutes, a good ten minutes longer than we had time for.

"Yes, yes, yes..." I was always so positive when I was getting ready to have an orgasm when my boyfriend was making me cum. I came all over his stomach. Suddenly my eyes got wider as he started to moan, I felt his sperm shoot inside of me, I felt him move faster, and harder, our bodies were making so much noise. It was quite wonderful. When we were done I thanked him and lay on his chest, playing with the whiteness on his belly with my long fingers.

"Can you call everyone," I teased, "And tell them to give us another twenty minutes?"

"Really? do you want to make love again?"

"No, I am still thinking through this red dress situation." He laughed he pulled me off of him and he watched me get dressed. I put back on the red. I wanted everyone to see me as I was. I wanted the family to meet the real me, no more hiding. It was time everyone met Wendy the Good Little Witch. In the comics, she wore a red little onesie with a hood, but in real life, she wore a short red dress.

*

"I think it was the picture in front of the house. I felt something in my chest."

"Me too, the two of you looked so sweet, I cried for an hour."

"Really? For me, it was the one at Mrs. Guan's deli. As soon as I saw that on my phone, god, I grabbed Michael and April and ran down to the corner, I barged in the doors and screamed, 'You met my sister before me? Ahh... They thought I was crazy. They told me the whole story, half of it was in Korean."

My father sat up, he was still holding Justine, it was nice, they were in love. He was looking at me, I had a smile on my red lips. "Yeah, but the one on the stoop, reminded me of your mother. She wouldn't let us just stop by, and visit, she wanted you to live your life. She understood how uncomfortable it was, you know, with a nosy sister and all." Terese made a face but the rest of us laughed.

I looked up a little sheepish. I was on the couch next to Daniel, enjoying my red. The family was here, we were drinking beer and eating chips. Up to this point, the conversation wasn't about me and I loved that. Two hours of talking about the neighbors, the weather, and even Daniel's new job. I was just on the couch, I was the one listening. I was wearing a bright red dress and glossy black heels. I wanted them to know I was finally comfortable with myself and I was excited they were meeting the real me after all these years. I wanted them to know I didn't mind being noticed now, I especially didn't mind someone playing with my long messy blonde hair.

"Mimi, love your hair." April couldn't say, Wendy, it was cute.

"And miss April, I love your dress."

"Me too," And we all giggled. I picked her up and brought her into her room, my old one. The colors were exactly the same as my new one. Maroon on the walls, pinks on the floor, a perfect room for a girl, perfect for someone from Chelsea.

I held her tight, she was tiny, she was going to be three years old soon. "April, over there is New Jersey." I pointed, my long red nail touching the window. "That's where I live. I want you to visit me."

"In that big white house?"

"Ha, I guess. I'm not that far away from you."

I'm not that far away at all.

*

We walked out, Mrs. Ramos was holding a cake, she was watching me walk into the room with the baby. She smiled, and put down the cake as I put down April.

"Oh my, look at how pretty you are." She hugged me. I kissed her cheek. "I saw your picture, you know the one in the back seat with Daniel. I loved that look on your face, it was so, so perfect."

We sat and we talked, it was nice I told Mrs. Ramos that I was staying in the spare room, I told her we could go shopping tomorrow together. She smiled, she seemed happier than I had ever seen her.

She took my arm and we moved into the quieter kitchen, she held my hand, she was looking into my eyes. "You know what I noticed about your picture dear?"

"Mmm?"

"I noticed it right away. You had that little smile on your face, it was a little mysterious, a little self-satisfied, it was the opposite of Daniel's. It was a smile of a woman who didn't have a secret anymore, I know how that feels, I know that look." She shook her head, she had a self-satisfied smile on her face too.

She kissed my cheek again and we hugged, we both cried a little. I felt such relief, I wanted to lay on the couch with my nylon legs over everyone's lap.

Terese came in to make sure everything was okay.

"Everything is great, everything is wonderful."

I was ready to tell everyone that having a secret was so exhausting. Mrs. Ramos was going to tell them too.

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The End

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