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The Gypsy Stone 4/5 [breasts, exhib, mf, magic, tr
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THE GYPSY STONE BY ROBIN DOUGLAS PART 4
***FAST FOOD***
The Bucket was on the south side of town. It's main claim
to fame was that it was open almost all night. All the kids
hung out there. Art and Nicole took a booth in the back where
they could be somewhat private, yet see who was coming in.
When they got to the booth Nicole said, "I've got to go to
the girls room, OK?"
"Don't take too long. . ." Art ordered drunkenly.
Nicole went to the room and surveyed the damage done by
Art's wish and their unexpected behavior. The mirror said she
was stacked. She was braless under the blouse, but it didn't
matter. Her big firm boobs would have made the blouse
impossible to button to the top even if the buttons were
there. She had to tightened the belt a couple more notches
for her slim waist and her hips were wide enough they hiked
her hemline up a full inch. Nicole set the purse on the sink.
She took out a brush and repaired her hair as best she could,
then tried to touch up the makeup. She was new at this and
drunk. She wasn't sure if she had improved things or made
them worse, but she used the toilet and returned to the
booth.
"You're built like a model!" Art exclaimed watching Nicole
return. "You looked so beautiful with the great hair and all
I didn't really notice. How could I miss that?"
"I'm full of surprises." Nicole said dryly.
It only takes half an hour to order and eat an hamburger
and fries but Art held court in the back booth for over two.
Nicole got to meet all her school friends over again. "This
is Nicole from Ohio," Art said to all of them. "Isn't she
bitchin?"
A group of 2 guys and 3 girls made their way thru the
tables on seeing Art and Nicole. Steve Martini, last years
outgoing class president, slapped hands with Art. "Sandman,
how'd ya like the fireworks? Let me introduce Lisa, Lexi and
Buff. They're from Deer Valley. Lisa, Lexi and Buff looked at
Nicole like she was a disease that infected back booths in
greasy hamburger joints. Buffs eyes said that Nicole was too
good looking. Then, coming up the rear, a figure on crutches
appeared. He went straight for Nicole ignoring Art and the
rest.
"Hi," he said staring straight into Nicole's eyes, "I'm
Rod Thomas. Ex football player and once capable walker."
"Hi Rod. . and everybody," She said. "I'm Nicole."
"Hey, your the one I've been hearing about. The one that
never comes out of the house."
"I guess that's me."
"I know why," said Rod, "you're so gorgeous you would be
immediately raped upon entering our atmosphere."
Nicole blushed at the complement. Still confused and
swimming from the beer and the events of the night she looked
into Rods handsome face. The way he looked at her sent a
shiver up her spine.
Art and Nicole left The Bucket in the wee hours. The
waitress cleaning up was almost done with her shift. She was
tired and hungry. As she cleaned the table Art Sandusky and
that sexy girl had occupied she found a green stone laying by
a plate of unfinished fries. She picked it up and turned it
in her hand. It glowed. She sat in the booth. "Make me a
huge, juicy burger deluxe," she called back to the kitchen to
Sid the owner.
Sid looked out at his restaurant. "What did you say?" It
was completely empty. Sid looked at the clock. Shari had 15
more minutes left on her shift but she had apparently gone
home. He went out to investigate. One table remained to be
cleaned off, so Sid did it. The empty plates he pushed onto
the cart. There was a green stone lying on the table which he
slipped into his pocket.
The he spied a fresh burger deluxe on the seat of the
booth. It was still warm. He absentmindedly took a bite of it
and locked up the restaurant.
***FOXY NICOLE***
Nicole woke up with a fuzzy tongue. In fact her whole body
felt fuzzy. She had never felt this way on just three for
four beers before, but she had never consumed beer as a girl
before. She pulled on a floorlength pink chenille robe and
went downstairs to get a glass of orange juice.
"Nicole, are you wearing a padded bra?" Julie asked as she
entered the kitchen.
"No, it's all me."
"Can't be"
"It is." Nicole answered. "I took the stone with me last
night. Dad isn't coming home for another week and I wanted to
get back to being Nick again. I wrote the wish out on a post
card. Instead of reading it Art wished I had a body like a
centerfold."
"That's weird, Nicole. Good thing it's only for a week."
"Well if anyone who's seen me asks, I had an breast
augmentation in Middleburg."
"That damn stone," said her sister with characteristic
fervor.
"The stone!" Nicole cried "I can't remember where the
stone is. I don't know if I put it back in my purse. . .we
had a few beers. . .I just don't remember." She rushed
upstairs to get the clutch bag she and carried last night.
Her big breasts bobbled heavily as she rushed to find the
bag.
Gone. The stone was gone. Nicole, her mother and sister
all spent the next two hours looking thru the house for the
stone. "Someone's been here while we were away, girls. Things
are just thrown into the drawers. Nothings quite in it's
right place. Someone's been here." Nicole's mother's voice
rose as she spoke. "I'm calling the police."
"You don't have to call, Mom. I know who did this."
"Who."
"It's that Gypsy. The one that I got the stone from. She
came looking for it. I can feel it. It was her at my window
the other night."
"Then she has the stone?" her mother asked, confused.
"No, Mom." I took the stone last night. I got myself
centerfolded by Art Sandusky."
Nicole opened the robe for her mother and sister to see.
"Wow, nice jugs sis!" gasped Julie.
"Nick, I mean Nicole," her mother said sharply, "What is
everyone going to say when they see you like that. You look
like one of those. . .those. . ."
"Centerfolds!" Julie finished.
"The thing is I can't sit around here." Nicole said with
concern. "Either Art has the stone or we dropped it
somewhere. If I don't find it I'll be like this forever!"
Nicole called up Art. Art sounded hung over, "Stone. What
stone?. . . Oh, that jade thing. Yeh I remember it. . . No I
ain't got it. Really!!. . .OK. . . I'll go look."
Nicole waited nervously. "It's not in my pants, it's not
in the van. Nicole, I don't have the rock. You must have it."
"Art, that thing is valuable. You don't know how valuable.
We've got to find it. You've got to help me!"
Art picked up Nicole with the van. They looked everywhere.
They retraced their steps around town. They looked in every
crevice of the van. They looked on the street at every stop
they made. Finally they ended up on the hill north of
Watertown.
"I can't find it anywhere, Art."
"Remember what we did up here last night?" said Art,
moving closer.
"I'd rather forget."
Art put his arm around Nicole. It was warm, but she
shivered. "I don't want to do that again Art. It was wrong.
Just forget it."
"There's this story about this guy that asked this girl at
a bar to fuck him for 10,000 dollars. She thought about it
and said yes. He asked if she'd do it for five dollars and
she said, I'm not that kind of girl. He said, yes you are.
We're just haggling over the price."
"Are you implying that I'm that kind of girl?" Nicole
rankled.
"If something feels that good, Nicole, you should do it a
lot. So lets get in the van."
"No."
"Get in the van or walk!"
Nicole didn't hesitate. She walked down the dirt road
toward the highway.
***FOLLOWING THE STONE***
Sunday morning the sun burned into the clear horizon and
up into a cloudless sky. A haze of evaporating moisture
distorted it as it rose, huge and orange, a quivering ball of
heat and drought. As it had been for the last week it was
going to be another scorcher of a day. Corn leaves curled in
discomfort, tomato plants withered and lawn sprinklers
chunked on as the heat wave continued.
Inside the air conditioned house Nicole lay on the couch
lazily as Julie encouraged her to get out and do something.
"Come on, Nicole. Let's go out to the lake. If you could
get Art to take us to the lake I could go out with Barry."
"Who's Barry." Nicole asked.
"Oh I met him at the festival Friday night. He's cool."
"Well, your idea has just one little glitch in it, Julie.
Art told me to put out of get out last night and I got out. I
had to walk 4 miles back into Waterville from the hills up
north. It felt more like 40 miles in those pumps. Julie, I'm
sore all over."
"Well, I know someone who'd like to go out with you
Nicole. I'll call him and we'll go out together."
Julie, no. Don't touch that phone. Julie. Julieeeee."
The shiny black Wagoneer pulled up in front of the house
as Nicole looked out of the window.
"Ok, Julie, what have you done? Who is it?"
"It's a guy who likes you Nicole. He's really neat. You
like him, too."
"There is no boy that I like, too. Julie!"
"I mean somebody you like as a friend, I promise."
"Great! Julie why are you and mom trying to set me up with
someone? I'm going to be a boy next week. If this guy ever
finds out, if Art ever finds out they'd kill me."
"They're not going to find out, Nicole, and I need a ride
to the lake."
"Ok, Julie, it's a deal with one requirement. We've got to
stop at The Bucket for about 10 minutes. That's the last
place on my list. If the stone isn't there I don't know where
to look next."
Julie nodded ascent as an energetic blonde 15 year old boy
came bounding up the steps to the door. "Yo, Julie, babe. Is
this, Nicole? Radical. She's a babe!"
As they walked outside the heat hit. "Whew," said Julie,
"It's hot out today."
Nicole was wearing a pair of white shorts and an extra
large powder blue tee shirt that read "Life's a Beach" she
had borrowed from her sister. The thongs on her feet were
comfortably familiar, much like the ones she had worn as
Nick. In her tote bag she carried a swimsuit loaned to her by
her Mother The few other clothes she had accumulated as
Nicole no longer fit.
They climbed into the Wagoneer where Rod waited in the
drivers seat. His elastic bandaged left ankle was tucked
under the seat, the crutch lay in the space between the two
front seats, sticking into the back of the vehicle. Rod
looked at her casually. Nicole knew from experience as a boy
that he was trying hard not to stare at her impressive
breasts.
"Sorry I couldn't open the door for you, Nicole. This
ankle is giving me fits. But enough self pity, lets get out
of this heat and hit the lake!"
"Sounds good to me, but first Julie promised me we'd all
stop at the bucket to see if a piece of jewelry I left is
still there." Nicole tried to say casually but she wondered
what she would do if it wasn't.
The Bucket was nearly abandoned on a hot Sunday afternoon.
Sid, the burly tee-shirted owner and chief chef
extraordinare, was looking out of the service window that
connected the kitchen with the dining area. "Hi kids," he
said cheerfully. "It's a hot one today. How about a cold
shake?"
"We're on a mission today, Sid. Nicole here says she lost
a piece of jewelry here." Rod said leaning on his crutch.
Nicole wondered why she had let this boy take the lead. It
was her lost item, and she should have been the one to speak
up. She was taking the female role in more and more ways. She
shuddered. She had to get that stone back for her father to
wish on.
"Nope. Sid answered, "Nothing like that. There was a rock,
though. Kinda like a green agate I think."
"That's it!" cried Nicole. "That's what I'm looking for.
Where is it?"
"Well, right now I'd say it was under a counter at the A1
pawn shop. That's where I sold it. Got five dollars. Here
honey, here's the five dollars." Sid reached into his wallet
and had it in his hand. Nicole waved it back into his pocket.
"That stone is valuable. A lot more valuable than five
dollars."
"Sweetie, I remember thinkin', I wish I knew what to do
with this, and it came to me. Sell it to the pawn shop. I
thought it was something someone pulled out of one of the
lakes or something." Sid looked genuinely concerned he had
done the wrong thing. Nicole knew it wasn't his fault.
"Thanks" she said and turned to Julie, Barry and Rod who
were waiting by the door.
"Hey, little lady. If you want a waitressing job just let
me know. That lazy Shari snuck out early on me Friday shift
and hasn't been back since."
Nicole shook her pretty head. "No thanks."
Everyone in the car cheered when they drove by A1 pawn
Shop and saw the red CLOSED sign in the window. "To the lake.
. . " shouted Barry with enthusiasm.
Nicole sat on a rock about 20 feet from the shoreline of
lake Okakanope in her mothers tank-style bathing suit. She
felt naked. Every time she went into the water the wet
material seemed to reveal every feature of her lush body
straining at the nylon. Rod was polite an tried not to stare
but she still felt extremely self conscious. If she had been
in Rod shoes (and she wished she was) she would have stared
and probably gotten a raging hardon looking.
Her thoughts drifted to the stone again. She would have to
get some money together to buy the stone back. But finally
even that thought dissolved into the summer heat on an idle
summer afternoon at a beautiful woodlands lake.
It seemed like a long time that she had had this much fun
just idly playing among comfortable friends. Her sister as
usual was confident and witty, Rod was polite and Barry, well
Barry was terminally cool.
On their way home Nicole hoped Monday's trip to the Pawn
Shop would yield the Stone.
As Nicole helped her Mother dust on Monday her mind was on
the stone. She phoned early in the morning, but the shop
wasn't open yet. She phoned in the afternoon.
"Stoned. . . You can't get drugs her young lady, you can
forget that . . . what. . Eh?. . .a bone, what would we want
with a bone. . . what. . .eh?"
Nicole couldn't make the man understand that she wanted to
buy back her stone. She finally hung up in frustration.
Rod picked her up at four o'clock after work and took
Nicole out to the A1 Pawn Shop. The shop was on the rough
south side of Watertown in a 1920 brick building with big
storefront windows. Pealing gold leaf applied to the inside
of the windows said A1 Pawn Shop. Buy - Sell - Pawn.
Established 1921. Down the street on the same side was the
Hideout GoGo with it's brightly painted exterior contrasting
this musty old business.
Two grungy glass display cases lined the north and south
walls of the stone. At the back were a rack of guns with
price tags hanging from their triggers. In the corner was a
pile of stereo speakers.
"So, you're the young lady who called about the bone.
Well. . ."
"Stone, sir, a green stone. I want to buy it."
"Green stone you say. Yes we have some green stones. A
ring, a pendent, a broach. What would you like. I've just
happen to have a special sale on green today. Such a deal!"
"The stone I'm looking for is large and irregular. You
bought it from Sid, you know the guy who owns the Bucket, on
Saturday."
"Oh, that one's gone. Nothing but bad luck, that one. I
mounted it on a chain. Made a necklace out of it. Made a
special deal on it for a promotion. It's gone. How about a
pretty tourmaline ring?" The old proprietor shuffled over to
a case and took out a tiny ring. "See, a real deal I'll give
you." He tried to shove it on her finger.
Nicole stepped back from the shopkeeper, numb. "Gone?
Where?" was all she could get out. This stone seemed to be
running away from her.
"The naked lady place next door. They've got it." The old
man looked Nicole up and down, "You don't work there do you?"
"You mean the Hideout? The Hideout has the stone?" Nicole
was embarrassed that old man thought she might be a topless
dancer.
"It's a promotion," he continued to ramble. "A contest. A1
gets mentioned. We have a lot of customers who like the naked
lady place. I figured it was good business. You want this
ring. Only fifty dollars. You'd have to pay two hundred in
the store. . ."
The old man pursued them, ring in hand, as Rod opened the
door for Nicole and followed her out into the summer heat.
"Wow. What a character. You want to go to the Hideout?"
Rod commented.
"We have to. I wonder who they sold it to?"
Rod hobbled over on one crutch and opened the passenger
door for Nicole. She hadn't been treated like this before,
doors being opened for her and all. There might be a few
things she would miss when she was turned back into Nick. One
would be the glances of admiration she seemed to get as she
went by. The other would be the polite amenities, like the
opening of doors.
"Your ankle's feeling better." she smiled at him.
"I'm a fast healer, have to be to get to football camp. We
leave on Saturday."
The Hideout Go Go was next door to the A1 Pawn Shop. It
was painted bright red with white stars painted right over
the original concrete block of the building. There were no
front windows and just one door with a sign painted on it
"PLEASE KNOCK FOR ADMITTANCE."
Nicole knocked as Rod stood by balancing on his crutch.
A door opened and Rod an Nicole entered a cool dark
interior that smelled of booze and cigarettes. The dancers
hadn't started dancing yet so they asked a waitress dressed
in a black miniskirt and low cut blouse if they could see the
manager. "He's in the back room." they were told "His name is
Rex."
As they navigated through the tables they saw it. A sign
on a special backlighted box with a glass front panel. The
lettering was in a paint that glowed as the light hit it. It
said Wednesday Night Tee-Shirt O'Rama. Wet Tee-shirts galore.
Prizes, fun. Amateurs welcome. If you don't have the bod to
enter, bring your bod and watch." In smaller lettering at the
bottom it said "Prizes contributed by Ralph's Fairview
Grocery, A1 Pawn Shop, Hers for Pleasure, Daryl's AutoBody
and $50 cash from the Hideout."
Rod looked at Nicole, looked at sign and looked back at
Nicole.
Rex was an obese man. He wore jeans and a sweaty tee-shirt
even though the bar was over air-conditioned and
uncomfortably cool. He spoke in a high, horse lisping voice.
"Green sthone? You mean the prizth we got from the A1?"
Rex looked Nicole up and down with expert eyes. "Shure,
I've got it. Why"
"I'd be willing to buy it back from you, sir." Nicole
asked hopefully.
"Shure, you can have it.. All you've got to do ith win it
Wethday night in the big wet tee-thirt conthet. You look like
a winner to me honey." He didn't look up from Nicole breasts.
He licked his lips.
"Ok, Ok, Maybe." Nicole was flustered and wanted to get
away from this fat man's gaze.
"Thee you Wethday night." said Rex. He didn't have to say
what part he wanted to see.
As they young couple left the sleazy joint Rex turned to
the miniskirted waitress across the room and said, "Funny,
that'th the thecond one today who'th come in athking about
that necklath."
***FLOORSHOW***
Nicole's Mother had changed since the stone had been lost.
That was certain. She apologized again and again for treating
Nick like a daughter. She told her she didn't mean to
embarrass her, it had just been so pleasant to have two
daughters. Nicole decided not to tell her about the tee-shirt
contest. She just said she had to go out looking for the
stone Wednesday night and her mother accepted it.
Julie begged to go along, but Nicole said "You're too
young, Julie." Nicole thought, too young is an
understatement.
She'd decided to go to the wet tee-shirt contest. She
would just watch. She had put fifty dollars in her wallet,
all she could get together from her sisters savings and Rod.
She would offer as much of that as necessary to the winner to
get the green stone. She figured the winner wouldn't really
be dancing to win the green stone necklace anyway. Fifty
dollars would seem like a lot.. As soon as the winners prizes
were in hand, Nicole would approach her and make the offer..
When Rod picked up Nicole the sun was low but the air
hadn't cooled much. It was a sultry, humid night. Nicole
didn't feel the need to dress up so she wore a pair of jeans
that fit her a bit tightly and the "Life is a Beach" tee-
shirt she had worn to the lake Sunday. She wasn't going to
the Hideout to show off. She was going to get the stone and
get out.
"I've got ID in case we need it, Nicole, but I've heard
Rex never cards unless he knows their's going to be a raid."
The Hideout was a different scene tonight than on a
deserted Monday afternoon. People were packed around the
bar,there were people crowded at almost every table, the
place was packed. Most were guys. Nicole looked around,
looked at the little stage and runway in front. She was glad
not to be dancing tonight.
They sat down at a table and Rod ordered two beers for
them. Nicole remembered that she was a girl now and had
different limits for alcohol. She decided that this one would
last her all night. That would be safest. She sipped
delicately on the beer.
"Rod, I have to go back out to the Wagoneer. I left my
purse on the seat." she said.
"Sure."
The moon shown down in the parking lot behind a thin gauze
of clouds. Two people were talking by a little truck with a
camper body. Nicole recognized the face. Somebody she'd seen
before. The Gypsy. The Gypsy she'd gotten the stone from at
the festival. It seemed like a hundred years ago.
The woman was talking to a gorgeous blonde. This girl was
stacked. Her mini skirt and high heels told Nicole that this
girl had entered wet tee-shirt contests before. Nicole turned
away and got her purse.
When she was back inside the cool of The Hideaway it
suddenly hit her. The Gypsy was after the stone. She'd hired
a ringer to win the contest.
"Rod," Nicole said to the handsome boy beside her. "What .
. . will I do. I. . .I. . . just saw someone I know out in
the parking lot. Someone who knows about the stone and wants
it for herself. She's hired a girl to enter the contest for
her and from the looks of her, she could win."
"What is it about this stone that's so blamed important
anyway? Ever since we started seeing each other it was always
the stone, the stone. Nicole, it's just a rock. Why would
anyone else want it?"
Nicole hadn't really thought about it. She had been
"seeing" Rod. Three times in the last four days. She was just
using Rod's help to get the stone, but Rod saw it as "seeing"
each other. What could she tell him to get him to help her
get it back?
"Rod," she said looking right into his eyes. She noticed
they were a deep blue. They were attractive eyes, really.
"That stone is an old family heirloom given to me by my
grandmother before she died. It's very valuable and it's a
family treasure. I must get it. Please help me." Nicole drew
her face close to Rods. She could feel the heat of his skin,
smell the light beer smell of the beer he had been drinking.
He suddenly brushed her lips with his, drew back and
looked into her face. Nicole thought No, No don't let him do
this. But it was happening. Rod took Nicole's upper lip
between his lips and kissed it gently. Then he kissed her
again, hard. Nicks body felt funny, aroused. Her nipples felt
sensitive. A tingle began between her legs.
Nicole pulled away, breathing heavily, "Could you steal
the stone? We've got to do something. Wait until you see this
girl."
Just then the girl walked in and Rods jaw dropped. She was
even sexier than Nicole had thought in the parking lot. Long
teased blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back. She
had huge firm breasts and a dark California style tan. Her
face was a cross between angelic and "lets party". If she
entered the wet tee-shirt contest she would win and the Gypsy
fortune teller would have the stone.
"What should we do?" wailed Nicole.
"There's only one thing we can do," Rod answered. "You've
got to enter the wet tee-shirt contest. You're the only girl
in the room better looking than that California beach bunny
there."
Nicole paused for a long, long. . . long time. How could
she get up in front of a room full of guys and dance in a wet
tee-shirt showing off her body. It would be humiliating. It
would be bad enough if she were a girl, but she was a guy,
she was Nick. But if she didn't do it the Gypsy would get
away with the stone and she would never see it again. So it
was a choice between humiliating the "Nick" inside her and
never being Nick again. She chose the humiliation.
The dressing room was overflowing with girls in various
states of undress. Perfume and makeup odors filled the air.
Nicole had never seen so many smooth, well rounded bodies in
one place before. It was dizzying. Blondes, brunettes,
redheads. A lady was passing out french cut bottoms from a
shoebox at the other end of the room. If Nicole had been
Nick, she would have been in heaven.
"My God, they're little" She heard a voice say. Nicole
looked around to see a short haired blonde holding up a pair
of bottoms.
A slim brunette with high, firm boobs was studying herself
in the mirror. She wore only a high cut bikini bottom. She
put both hands under her boobs and cupped them as if to fluff
them up for the competition.
Nicole turned to the little brunette and asked, "Why do
you do this?"
"I think it's a turn on. Don't you? I mean all those studs
out there just hurting for me. It's better than sex! You're
embarrassed, but it feels good, you know?" She flashed Nicole
a vacuous smile and started doing stretching exercises.
Nicole was handed a tiny pink cotton bottom and a white,
highcut tee-shirt with "The Hideout" silk screened across the
front. She watched the other girls cut their tee-shirts into
various sexy shapes and wondered if she was over her depth.
She left hers as it was. She put the revealing garments on
and looked in the mirror.
She looked from her bare feet up smooth slender legs to
widening upper thighs and broad curved hips. Her waist was
dainty but impressive breasts strained against the thin
fabric of the tee-shirt. Nicole knew from the mirror she had
the raw material to win. But as a boy she couldn't even
dance.
The start of the contest was to be a lineup of all the
entrants. Nicole stood in a line with about 6 other girls. On
the ramp that jutted out from the stage Rex stood to announce
the show. His bulbous body was shoehorned into a tux jacket
but he still wore his sweat stained jeans and tee shirt. All
in all he made a strange figure on the stage. "Welcome to the
Hide out Ladith and Gentlemen. Its amateur night and tonight
is the Wednesday Wet tee-thirt contetht. Are you ready to
thee your next door neighbor up here wet, tonight?" The
audience cheered loudly. "Then letth get on with the thow.
Now let's here it for Thandi from right here in Watertown."
Sandi came forward and the rest waited in line behind her
for their turn. Nicole waited nervously trying to remember
what the other girls did that got an audience reaction. The
little bikini bottoms they had all been given exposed all of
their buns as they danced. Some of the girls turned and
wiggled their fannys at the audience much to the delight of
the almost all male audience. Several times the water
dribbled down into the panties and got them wet, clearly
showing pubic hair underneath.
Then it was time. Nicole's knees went weak. "Now fellas,
leth hear it for Nicole."
***FLUID ENTERTAINMENT***
Rod took a deep breath as they called Nicole's name. He
knew she hated this. She wanted that stupid stone. They
picked a drunken little snot from the audience and gave him a
pitcher of water to pour over Nicole's tee-shirt. He poured
it right between her jutting breasts and across the front of
her shirt. It ran across her exposed navel to soak the pink
cotton panties she wore. He watched she took a deep breath
and gave a little yelp as the cold water hit her skin. Her
nipples came erect and so did Rod. She looked so totally
beautiful and innocent up there trying to win what was
rightfully hers.
"Go Nicole!" he yelled at the top of his lungs over the
catcalls and din of the crowd." His eyes met hers. He tryed
to nod and give her confidence. Her read a moment of pure
terror in those eyes, but she flashed him a big smile. The
music started.
Nicole started moving to the music. She put her hands up
behind her head and swung her hips like she had seen the
other girls do. The sound from the crowd grew louder. She
heard guys in the crowd yelling at her. And she had to egg
them on if she was to win this contest. "Take it off."
someone yelled. Nicole raised the bottom edge of her tee-
shirt to allow the audience to see the lower half of her
breasts. The crowd went wild. She felt a rush of
exhilaration. She turned around and threw her hips from side
to side showing off her velvety buns. Whistles and hoots met
that maneuver. Again she heard, "Take it off!".
As Nick, she had gone to dances several times. The guys
stood together in a corner of the room and talked and the
girls danced with each other, mostly. Nick had never learned.
He had been invited out onto the dance floor once on a ladies
choice, but his movement was so clumsy he finally stopped
trying and let the girl dance in front of him as he stood and
watched. This body seemed to dance easily. His hips swung
naturally and the wiring made dancing seem almost
instinctive. She was almost enjoying this when her eyes came
in contact with leering gawk of Art Sandusky. He gave her a
fiendish smile. Goosebumps raised on her swaying body. The
son of a bitch!
She shook her head and forced a smile again. She had to
focus and win. All her attention was on the music and turning
on the crowd, she forgot Art, she forgot Nick, she thought
of. . .football. Of the catch, the last catch of the practice
season. Reaching for the ball in slow motion while the world
seemed to stop for a instant.
She crossed her arms in front of her, still dancing, and
pulled the shirt up to the level of her breasts again. The
crowd reached a fever pitch. Nicole felt high from all the
attention, the concentration. She pulled the tee-shirt all
the way off. Nicole turned all the way around moving her hips
to the music. Then the music stopped.
"Alright, leth hear it one more time for Nicole from
Ohio."
Nicole stood frozen in front of this crowd of men. She was
wet, she was naked and Art and Rod were looking at her. Her
cotton bottoms had turned transparent from the water. She
blushed and covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy
with the other. Now she had to get back into the line. She
wanted to put her shirt back on but she had thrown it
somewhere off the stage.
The California blonde was last in line. "Now leth welcome
Cat Mandu from Chicago." Finally she was called. Nicole stood
dripping, trying to hide her exposed body while she watched
her primary competition. She was great. She could dance. She
was sexy. The audience loved her. The were at least as loud
as for Nicole. She took off her tee-shirt almost right away.
Her breasts were firm and perfectly shaped. As good as
Nicole's. She shook her long blond hair and bent to show her
perfect tush to the crowded room. Nicole's chances didn't
look good, but she had done the best she could.
Each girl was now to walk the ramp to the music one more
time while the audience applause and cheers would determine
the winner. Rod heard a tall dark fellow crowded in between
the tables say to his friend, "I've seen that last blonde
before. She dances in Chicago. Only she's not a she, she's a
he. A sex change. She's got a dick. I've seen it."
Rod wondered if this guy knew what he was talking about.
The judging was taking place and Nicole was strutting up the
ramp, trying not to to look embarrassed. The crowd cheered
loudly. She was the winner so far. Rod got out of his seat
and made his way to the front of the stage. Rex was to the
side of the stage with the microphone saying "Now letth hear
your vote for Cat Mandu." The gorgeous California blonde
danced onto the runway. As the crowd noise built to a fever
pitch Rod run up on stage and grabbed the blonde's bikini
bottom by the hip strap and pulled it down. A big cock
flopped out from under some sort of g-string that Cat had
used to hide it. She'd carefully hidden it while she danced
but there was no hiding it now.
The cheering stopped and pandemonium reigned. Boos
mingled with cat calls as the crowd milled out of control.
Rex came to the center stage holding up hammy arm and grabbed
Nicole's hand with the other. "The winner! Isthn't Nicole
great? Give the little lady a big hand."
***FLARE-UP***
The stone was now on a cheap gold chain. She put it around
her neck as she pushed her way out of the club with Rod's
help. She was flush with elation and flooded with relief. She
had won the stone. Her father would be home in a week and she
would be Nick again. Men pressed in close to congratulate her
as she pressed towards the door. Every guy in the place
seemed to want to hit on the hot broad from Ohio who was
staying with Nick's folks. They reached the door and the warm
night replaced the clammy atmosphere of the club.
An arm flew out in front of Nicole from the left side of
the entrance and grabbed Rod's shirt. Nicole staggered back
against the wall of the Hideout as Art Sandusky pulled Rod
closer.
"What are you doin' with my girl, peckerhead?" Art
growled, his face a twisted mask of anger.
"Jeez, hi Sandy. Settle down big guy. Nicole goes with who
she chooses."
Art took a few tentative swings at Rod with his right,
holding on with his left. Rod fended them off with his left
arm. "Come'on cocksucker, let's see go at it. Winner gets
Nicole." Art challenged.
"You're drunk, Sandusky. This is crazy. You're drunk!" Rod
said as he defended himself with his left arm and hung onto
his crutch for balance.
Nicole looked on with horror. Guys were fighting over her.
Over her! She would be a guy herself in less than a week, but
she was cowering against the wall like a little female while
these boys she knew battled for her hand. "No." She screamed,
"You can't do this. I'm not anybodies. . ." They weren't
listening to her or anybody in the crowd gathering to watch.
A sound of blows and men grunting was interspersed with
the sound of a supporting crowd. Nicole could hear Rod say
something about "almost healed" and "should have broken it
over your head" A crutch hit the pavement with a crash.
A crowd continued to congregate around the boys as the
scuffle started to escalate into full battle. Nicole couldn't
see Rod and Art anymore as they moved toward the center of
the parking lot and the crowd followed. She was alone.
Suddenly the crowd parted and Rod limped toward Nicole. "Come
on, let's go."
Art parted the crowd and dived after him "Look out, Rod."
Nicole shouted. Art grabbed Rods wrapped ankle and tackled
him, the ankle in his grasp. Nicole could see Rod's face
contorted in pain as he hit the ground. She took one step
toward him when a huge shadow covered the full moon that lit
the scene.
An instant later something blocked her vision completely.
She felt little paws grasp the necklace at her throat, the
impact pushed her back into the block building again. Then
she was watching a batlike pair of wings fly into the night.
She looked around anxiously. No one else had even seen it.
They were all watching Rod and Art.
Rod was laying on the concrete holding his ankle. "Well,
'least I won't have to put up with scum like you at football
camp now!" she heard Arts voice say as he walked away.
A hand touched Nicole's shoulder and she looked to her
left. In the shadows of the building, right beside her was
Cat Mandu, the young transexual. She seemed hesitant as
Nicole turned toward her, keeping her distance. "I'm sorry."
she said, "I'm really sorry. Naomi told me what happened to
you. I'd give anything for that to happen to me. Anything. I
didn't know until now you'd be trapped, but Naomi promised
I'd get something I've wanted for as long as I can remember.
She said the stone could change me into a genetic girl."
Nicole studied the boy/girl. There was earnestness in the
pretty face as she looked pleadingly at her. "Tell me,
Nicole, is it. . ." She was interrupted by a push that caused
her to skip toward the wall and use her right hand to catch
her balance. It was Naomi.
"I've got the stone,now. No thanks to you." the Gypsy said
matter a factly, Cat cowering behind her. "You'll never see
it again, little girl." She put a taunting empasis on the
word girl. "I guess that means you'll be female forever. How
nice for you. You can dance for the boys every Wednesday
night, now."
"You bitch! Your infernal stone got me into this. Help me
get out, damn it! I can't stay like this any longer. I just
can't!"
Naomi flicked one of Nicole's nipples thru the thin cotton
tee-shirt she wore. "Don't you dare confront me again, honey.
Accept your fate. Soon, I'll have the power to do anything.
If I get any more trouble from you, you'll wish with all your
might you were a girl again."
Namoni and the blonde dancer walked briskly away but Cat
stopped to look down at Rod, still on the ground holding his
ankle. "You go what you deserved!" she said curtly and ran to
catch up with the Gypsy.
Nicole looked blankly at Rod on the ground and Nicole and
Cat disappearing into the shadows of the parked cars. She
began to understand the enormity of what had just happened.
Her mind was a swirl of confusion.
She was trapped . . . forever.
NEXT: NAOMI'S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
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for them to tell us what the target is then we'll kill him.
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