Passing of Seasons

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Summary: In the ALL NEW 10th episode of 'Passing of Seasons', Sarah's note to Jenny does not go unanswered as the two reunite at Sarah's place that very night. Sarah worrying that she's not as attractive as her lover and goes about explaining her most inner desire of what she'd loved to have done to her. Little does she know but Jenny is of very much the same mind set and soon the scene begins to play out.

Original Airdate: August 13, 2008 @ 9:30 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW ' Poison')

Story Codes: no sex

When I got home, there was a note from mom saying she was taking care of "business" at the store. Business that usually meant shopping. And *lots* of it. She took the whole process quite seriously. I remember well the one time I went along. It was a big mistake. Her rude, impatient attitude embarrassed me over and over again. The second we left the house she was in this kind of "get the hell out my way" frenzy, acting more like an addict in desperate need of a fix than anything else.

As the shopping progressed, the change in my mother went slowly from night to day. With each beep of the cash register, each signature, each detour back to the car, mom was more and more elated, as if her emotional high was somehow electronically linked to the credit card balance.

But what happened when we got home that day sickened me the most. My dad greeted us and asked her how she was doing. Nothing was said. Instead, he was immediately taken by the hand and escorted to the rear of the car, where she proceeded to open the trunk lid, exposing the vast quantities of her "booty".

"Just *look* in there," her eyes glazed over insanely as she spoke. "That's how I feel! Right there!"

I watched the living room clock nervously at it approached that magic hour, five O'clock. The hour when hopefully Jenny would show up.

With each passing minute the prospects grew dimmer like the slowly setting sun through the window shades. Had she even seen my note? If so, why wasn't there a reply?

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door and I jumped up to answer it. As I opened the door I could feel everything bubbling up inside me with anticipation.

Wow! Was she a sight, wearing this off-the-shoulder white dress with wide straps that crossed in front, widening enough to barely encompass her breasts. Her arms crossed in front too, making those pointy shoulders poke out seductively.

Jenny looked like a sweet southern belle, an image of delightful femininity.

Sure, I knew that being feminine is much more than wearing darling dresses and lace and cute hairdos.

I knew that. But inside me there was this desire to be that beautiful flower, just like Jennifer was. To be caught up in that whimsical flight of fancy. Of being totally and completely "girl". I was in love with the thought of it and in love with love itself.

It sure looked like she had really gone well out of her way to look extra pretty that day. But for me? I could only dream of being the object of her affection, she had so many other friends. Looking at how attractive she was started stirring up all these romantic, dreamy feelings again. It wastoo embarrass- ing for me to admit to being such a tomboy. Too hard to admit being afraid of being a girl, of not knowing what it was all about. But desperately wanting someone other than mother to help me sort things out. Someone I could trust. Someone like Jenny.

Maybe, I wondered, if I dropped some subtle hints, would she figure out what I really wanted? The only question left was...how?

"Jenny? Do you think boys would...uh...think I was... well...cute?" So much for subtle hints. I never was very good about beating around the bush.

She put her hand under my chin and spoke in soft, caring voice. "Oh, Sarah! Of course I do. *I* think you're cute."

Suddenly I was pushing back tears, trying to avoid eye contact and knowing she probably felt sorry for me. What did I expect her to say anyway? NO, I THINK YOU'RE UGLY! Not that it would have been a surprise or anything.

Jenny was silent for a moment before finding the right words. "I read an article recently called 'taking charge of your looks' that talked about how each of us has our own beauty and how we can do things to *enhance* it, but we first need to have peace with ourselves an accept who we are."

It made me feel really wonderful to hear that. Even though I would never look like Jenny, it wasn't like my looks were something to be ashamed of. As far as acceptance was concerned, though, there was a ways to go.

'Taking charge'. Mmmmm. I liked the sound of that. Yet another favorite fantasy came to mind. One where an attractive girl like Jenny or better yet, a group of them would suddenly notice that I was just a bit too *boyish*, a little too tom-boyish and that *something* would have to be done about it. And right away, too!

First I would hear little whispers, catching just enough of the conversation to know that they were talking about me. Then after listening more closely, the realization would come; they were deciding what they were going to *do* about it. More specifically, what they were going to do to *me*.

Completely excited, yet scared, I would fantasize about the treatment I was going to get. There would be no choice. Not that they *had* to force me or anything, but they *were* very persuasive and *very* firm about things. Things that included a complete makeover, lots of romantic, feminine clothes and jewelry. Those kinds of things.

Throughout the entire day I would be pampered and prettied nonstop, never having been asked my opinion on anything. Everything would be decided for me. What I should wear, what color my lipstick would be, how my hair would be cut. Everything. Talk about a fantasy that I would *never* admit to *anyone*! How embar- rassing! How much *more* embarrassing to actually *do* it! But then, wasn't the complete and total *embarrassment* part of what made the whole thing so exciting in the first place?!

"Jenny? This is kind of embarrassing, but..." A hot blush flooded my face. It was almost impossible to say it. These big waves of weak and tingly sensations kept passing through me as I tried to force it out. I told myself, "You're *going* to say it! Yes, you know you want it and you're going to get it!"

"Ummm...I was kind of wondering...wondering if you could...maybe help me choose some pretty clothes and...well things like that maybe, you know?"

Talk about feeling stupid along with embarrassed! At that point my face was buried in my lap, still trying to hide my utter humiliation over what I had just confessed.

"You look cute when you blush," Giggled Jennifer, adding that she thought red was one of my colors. Well I was sure wearing it enough!

"I really don't know much about all this stuff with colors and makeup, you'll ...probably need to help me, if you don't mind?"

Jenny voice was sexy. "That sounds like fuuuuun!

I couldn't wait to get all of that attention. I wondered if she knew *exactly* all that I had in mind. Probably not. Could there be a way to tell her without risking even more embarrassment? Hopefully not. I was getting much too excited by playing this little game of "hide and seek" with her.

I would probably need a lot of work, don't you think so Jenny? Oh, yes. She tried to say it diplomatically. A "complete" makeover was just what I needed, the kind you get at a mall department store. A mall that would hopefully have a nice lingerie store, a formal wear shop, a beauty salon, and plenty of maidens to attend to my every need.

"Jenny, this is going to sound strange, I don't know exactly how to say it, but I uh..." I wished I hadn't known what I was about to say.

"It's O.K. sweetie." She put her hand under my chin.

"I hope I won't let you down or anything. I'm just kind of afraid of that. That, like I might... like chicken out or something at the last minute or something like that, you know? You might have to make some decisions for me."

Jenny started to get this silly grin on her face, Oh no! A chill of fear went through my body thinking about the reality that was taking place: She knew damn well what I was doing! Then it was explained how she couldn't *wait* to model me into some of those skimpy little teddies at Freddy's. And while I was there? Could I be so *kind* as to try on some of those oh-so- sleezie little velvet cocktail dresses? And maybe, just maybe, she could help me overcome all my fears. Help me by making her self available in the dressing room to assist me, if that was *O.K.*, and maybe even if it wasn't!

You could see her wheels turning, figuring out some- thing. Hopefully, something that needed to be done to me. "Do you know what you need Sarah?"

Yes, I wondered, but did she? My whole body started quivering with excitement as I waited for the pos- sibilities to be made into probabilities.

"You need a *date*" She stuck her finger in the air as she spoke. "A date for the big dance next month. It's going to be ballroom dancing, really romantic. I can't wait!"

I pouted, "You really think someone's going to ask *me* to go?"

"When we're done with you, guys will be *lining* up for a date with you!"

I was starting to feel a bit like Cinderella talking to my fairy godmother. Maybe I'd get that pumpkin coach after all!