TV FICTION CLASSICS -47

46 -TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

I was intimidated and I was scared.

What was happening??? Was Victor humming, "I enjoy being a girl" again. It was eleven, o'five.

I watched the clock and the seconds pass, ever so slowly. About one o'clock I dozed on the couch.

I woke up, my heart was pounding and finally focused on the grandfather clock's hands---three o'clock. I heard a car drive off and Victor stepped inside the house, trying to be unusually quiet.

"Oh, hi," he said, startled at my appearance. His face was bright red. "You're still up?"

"I was worried. Should I go home?" I asked.

"I'm okay," he said. "I think I just need to take a long bath. I'm glad you're here."

"Are you sure you are okay? What happened?" I was concern that he might be injured in some way.

"I'm fine,” he said. I knew his mind was burning with memories. He said, "It wasn't that bad...THEY KNOW!" "What? I shouldn't have let you go," I moaned.

I knew he was just trying to make me feel less guilty for letting him take all the hardship. Victor was like that, very giving.

"I'm fine, I guess," he said adjusting the bodice of his dress and checking his hair.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said. "Maybe we shouldn't ever dress like this again?"

His exhausted eyes smiled at me, "Go take a bath and I'll meet you in the den."

I went to the extra bedroom and undressed. As I removed my bra, the memory of our evening came back to me. I looked in the mirror at my feminized body. My pert nipples stood out proudly as did the curve of my full hips. I had changed so much. I was comfortable wearing makeup, lingerie, dresses and high heels. I rolled my hair, shaved my legs, and walked with a wiggle. I had been out with men tonight and had almost been deflowered, I hoped Victor had been as lucky.

I was confused by all that had happened. About an hour later I met Victor in the den. It was very late but I wanted to put all the pieces together.

To my surprise, Victor came in wearing a translucent nightgown with a lace bodice. He was smiling and actually

Victor told me, "I knew I had had too much champane.

seemed to have a glow. I thought he'd be shattered and never want to dress like a girl again. "You look surprised," he said. "You...You're okay?" I stuttered.

"The day of reckoning can't be postponed forever," he said smiling. "I knew if I took hormones and developed the figure of a female, I would have to cope with 'men'." "What happened?" I asked.

Victor tells me of his evening:

At Bob's house more drinks were served. I had had too much already and one more didn't help. Bob took me on a tour of the house while Jack sat on the couch. I was so tipsy, I had trouble even walking.

Before I knew Bob was kissing my neck and telling me how attractive I was. He embraced me and kissed me on the lips. That was ok, but when I felt Bob's tongue enter my mouth, I started to panic. It was so long and big. His lips were bruising mine, my hand went to his chest to push him away. I felt his solid chest, my breasts tingled against the lacy fabric of my bra. A quiver surged through my veins as I tried to cry out for release. Was this how a woman was suppose to feel? The room spun and I guess I passed out.