Crossing Texas – Chapter Seven
A section of the floor of the ladies room was still shiny wet as the three pretty schoolgirls chatted.
“So that’s what it looks like when a guy comes,” Jennifer asked innocently.
“Yes, Jen,” Katie answered, “except that usually the guy isn’t wearing panties.”
“Or a bra,” giggled Ashley.
“Or high heels, or lipstick,” Katie continued, laughing with Ashley.
“Now, don’t be so hard on Pamela,” Jennifer countered.
“Just let her be a girl, too. But tell me, was Pamela’s penis big, small, or medium? I just wonder, you know.”
“Oh, your sissy-boy has a small penis, believe me,” Ashley lied. My boyfriend Jimmy’s is much larger. Maybe that’s why the sissy wants to be a girl, he’s too small to be a real man.”
“You’re right, Ashley, but let’s keep this to ourselves. I don’t want to get fired over this,” Katie said.
I followed Sara as she quickly walked across the store to the checkout area. A middle-aged woman watched me suspiciously as I set on the counter the large amount of feminine items I was purchasing. Did she suspect my true gender, or merely careful because I wore clothes I was purchasing? Silently she scanned the sales receipts of the items I had removed from the clothing I wore, then scanned all the other items. The final item was my soiled panties. I tried to explain that I had spilled water on them, which was why I had removed the sales receipt. Sara paid cash, over $600, and we left the store. Outside in the darkness I felt free, as if a great anxiety had lifted. As Sara backed from her parking place the three schoolgirls, Jennifer, Katie and Ashley, stepped outside and waved to me. I waved back. I’m sure they thought I was simply happy to now own so many new clothes, girl clothes, but actually I was just overjoyed to be finished with the shopping. And maybe, maybe I was experiencing a bit of post-sex giddiness. Jennifer even threw me a kiss as Sara drove off.
“Looks like you’ve made some new girlfriends, Pamela. You’re a real prima-donna, aren’t you?” She laughed sarcastically.
“Maybe you’d like to go back to school, only as a girl this time?”
“It’s not like I’m enjoying this, Sara. I kinda got the impression from Amanda that my options were limited.”
“Oh, you could have tried your luck with the law, Pamela. I would guess that’s what all of the men I know would have done. They wouldn’t don a dress just to get out of trouble.”
I was silent. Sara was right. I couldn’t picture any of the guys I knew succumbing so easily to Amanda’s twisted notions.
“But Sara, it all happened so fast. I was hung over, scared, and far from home. But maybe you are right. This is, well, wrong. It’s like I’ve surrendered my manhood. Maybe I should have said no to Amanda. I should have resisted more.”
“You don’t know Mandy, Pamela. If you now disobey her you’ll end up even worse off then had you just surrendered to the police right away. Amanda is vindictive. She loves being the boss. That’s why Pam, the real Pamela, quit. She couldn’t take Amanda’s constant orders. Mandy doesn’t ride me, though. I believe she actually is in love with me. She’s bi, or maybe lesbian. But, believe me, if you don’t do exactly as she says, she’ll make damn sure that I report the rape to the police, immediately.”
“And I will, Pamela. My allegiance is to Amanda, 100%. Not to you. You do understand?”
“Yes, I suppose so.” I was thankful the darkness obscured Sara’s view of the effeminate being I had become.
“It’s not that I hate you, or even dislike you. I don’t, Pamela, not really. Maybe I should, considering that you raped me. Mandy thinks I should hate you, that’s for sure. But I don’t. I know how drunk you were. Gosh, I gave you those rum and cokes, several of them on the house. That’s what got you to where you are now. And it’s not like I was a virgin until I met you.”
“I appreciate that you don’t hate me, Sara. But what should I do now? I suppose I could just leave and if the law catches up with me, well, so be it,” I said softly.
“Oh, Pamela. I’m a woman, a pretty woman. I very much enjoy being female. So really, to me, your punishment doesn’t seem like such a big deal. To me, being a girl is enjoyable, not punishment. That said, I do understand that, to men, the idea of being feminine is, maybe, worse than death.”
“So, you think I should just, what, act like a woman,” I asked.
“Hey, it’s too late now for you to stake out some macho high ground. You’ve seen yourself in a mirror. My gosh, Pamela, once you wiggled into those pantyhose, you crossed the border.”
“My suggestion to you,” Sara continued after a long pause, “is to simply accept your punishment. If you work hard, Mandy will eventually forgive you and then you can be back on your way to Iowa.”
“Accept my punishment like a man,” I said dryly.
“No,” Sara laughed, “not exactly like a man.”
Sara turned the vehicle into the Paradise View’s parking lot, my new prison, and parked. We sat together in darkness. Sara seemed to be thinking.
“Look, Pamela,” she said as she gently grasped my hand, “whatever path you take is OK with me. Que sera, sera. I’m not angry with you anymore. As a matter of fact, I rather like you. I’ll accept you as a guy or as a girl,” she whispered as she leaned towards me and gently kissed my cheek.
“Your problem is with Amanda, and with the State of Texas, neither of which should be taken lightly.”
“You know, Sara,” I said solemnly, “you could be carrying our child.”
Sara laughed.
“Yes, Pamela, in which case we’d better hope for a daughter.
She’ll have two mothers to teach her how to be a girl!”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Seven.
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