TURNABOUT
			     by Mardee Louise

This is a rewrite of a story I posted in the summer of '96.  It
contains unusual & sexual themes. If such might offend, I suggest
you go elsewhere.  All standard disclaimers apply.  BE EIGHTEEN OR
BE GONE!
Mardee Louise

Janis smugly listened to her heels tap on the sidewalk.  A
comfortable meal alone while reflecting on the job she found so
soon after arriving in New York.  The short walk to her apartment
in Chelsea on a lovely spring evening added to her euphoria.  It
had been a long and difficult journey, one well worth the planning
& effort.  She felt sullied by even the recall of the filthy man
who was her father.  He had killed her mother with overwork &
abuse.  Janis, although that wasn't her name then, swore she would
not be servant and whore to him and his sons by previous marriages.
She connived to finish high school.  In the spring of her senior
year she walked into the post office at the county seat and sought
out the recruiters.
     She decided on the Marine Corps.  Less competition for the
goals she had set.  Most who joined the Marines did so for
adventure.  Janis had a more practical, more long range
agenda.  Learn secretarial skills.  Get posted to headquarters
Marine Corps at Eighth & I.  Learn word processing programs, learn
publishing programs.  Sell those skills to private industry on
discharge.  So she did.
     She learned grooming.  She networked through senior officers,
met lobbyists and members of Congress.  She learned which wines
went with which foods.  Janis left the Corps  a rather
sophisticated, bright, competent young lady.  She dressed well off
duty. At five six and a perfect size six she learned how to dress
tastefully yet seductively.  She learned which shoe styles set off
her superb ankles and athletically firm calves.
     Janis studiously avoided involvement but that wasn't
difficult.  The resentment toward her father and her half-brothers
prevented her form taking a lover.  She never responded to women
and felt normal sexual urges.  Janis could never "give" herself
over to a man.  Not in any ordinary relationship.  She hoped that
might change.  Perhaps even therapy.
     Her mood had a tinge of anger and resentment by the time she
entered the hall of the walkup.  AS she approached her landing she
heard footsteps moving down from above...yet she had not heard a
door close.
     Perhaps someone had forgotten their key and was waiting for a
neighbor or apartment mate.  Suddenly a painfully thin man
confronted her!
     The anger and fury at her father found release.  She shot her
heel against his shin and ground it into his instep.  Her hand
caught the back of his head and slammed his face against the door
post.  He was stunned.
     Janis opened the door and shoved him in. Her would be attacker
showed signs of recovering.  Her knee found his groin even as her
fingernails caught his face.   Janis stood over her fallen foe as
he lay panting in a fetal position.  She knelt on one knee and
grasped his windpipe in her hand.  She noticed the terrified eyes.
She smiled at the pretty blue-green color, gloated in satisfaction
at the terror they expressed.  The strawberry blond hair, the
slender build, the delicate hands suggested he was not experienced
in mayhem and assault.  She demanded his name.
     "Allyn but it's spelled..." was all he could whisper before
Janis slapped his face.  Her free hand undid his fly and yanked his
trousers down.  Her nails rested on the tender skin of his
genitals.   She smiled provocatively as she squeezed.  He
whimpered.  Begging, he swore he did not want to hurt her.  He only
wanted her purse for the money.  He needed the money to survive.
He had arrived in New York only that morning.  He was fleeing a
horrible home situation.  He was panicked at the thought of
spending the night on the streets or... "excuse me if I'm
skeptical."  She dropped all her weight on one knee into the pit of
his stomach.
     As her victim lay gasping Janis went to the kitchen for a pair
of shears.  Allyn's eyes widened in terror as she cut away his
clothing.  Janis was beginning to enjoy this as a game.  She
wondered how far to take it.  Her rage was directed at her
past and not simply at this wretch who lay whimpering at her feet.
     Janis felt her heart beat rapidly as she tore away what was
left of his shirt.  Allyn had breasts!  Small but pronounced
breasts!  From the waist up he could be a female!
     Tears filled Allyn's eyes as he realized Janis was staring
awestruck at his body.  "I was never a boyish child.  My mother
liked that and treated me a sissy.  But when my breasts began to
erupt they decided I was a demon child.  It was horrible..."  Janis
felt empathy for what he must have endured.  Still... she would not
relent from further humiliating her would be assailant.  His
girl-like body inspired her.  She dragged him by his hair to the
bedroom.  "Put them on, and now," she ordered as she flung a pair
of panties at his crotch.  He slipped them on.
     Janis felt a strange glow as he stood up. She pulled him
to his feet.  Her face grew warm as she stared at him.  The outline
of his cock through the flimsy cotton hip-huggers contrasted with
his small firm breasts.  She scanned him from head to toe.  No
shadow of a beard.  Hardly a hint of body hair except for that
which formed a shadow through the filmy cotton panties.  Her pulse
quickened.   Janis audibly drew a breath.
    A scoop neck tee was next.  No bra.  Why waste one on him?  Cut
off shorts she no longer wanted.  She combed his hair into a femme
style. "My God!!!!  He's not bad at all as a girl!"   His tennis
shoes would be unisex enough.  Janis shoved Allyn out the door.
She watched him leave the building.  At that moment she realized
her panties were very, very wet!
     Janis opened the window and undressed slowly.  She lay back on
the bed in fresh panties.  Janis sipped a glass of wine as her
fingers explored her breasts, her thighs, her crotch.  She
visualized Allyn.  Her body quivered, she moaned gently!

      Allyn walked close to the buildings staying in the shadows.
He drew no notice from passersby.  He was startled by his
reflection in a shop window!  He was no longer a poorly cut out
male but a slender boyishly attractive young woman!  Allyn was
desperate for money for food.  Passing the entrance of a coffee
house, he almost collided with a couple leaving and heading for a
cab.  "Please, if you can spare something...I'm so hungry."  They
handed him two singles.  A figure emerged from the door of the
coffee house.  Allyn thought he was about to be chased or beaten
for disturbing the customers.  "Miss, if you really need some money
I need a girl to bus tables for the night..."  A sigh of relief
escaped Allyn's lips.  "Off the books. Share of tips and a meal at
the end," said the handsome, rather arty looking older woman.
Allyn smiled.  "Your name?" the older woman asked.  Allyn caught
himself and said "Allie."  A few hours later Allie sat with the
staff.  She told her tale but with a great deal of editing.  No one
realized Allie was anything but a slender, boyishly attractive
woman.  "You work well.  You move so gracefully.  I need a
waitress."   Allie assented.  "I have no decent clothing...no place
to stay."  Allie was allowed to sleep in the small apartment above
the cafe until she had a place of her own.  The mistress would
advance her the funds for a small wardrobe.  The money would later
be taken out of Allie's salary assuring she would remain on staff
for several months at least.

ALLYN'S NARRATIVE
I went to the coin locker at Grand Central where I had left my
things.  I put my wallet, my toilet case, some photos and other
mementos in my shoulder bag and threw my other things in the
trash.  I headed for a department store and bought some Hanes Her
Way panties...cotton...white and pastels.  I bought an a line denim
skirt and blouse, some scoop neck tees, a wrap around flower print
long skirt.  I got some sandals and plain sneakers.  I realized I
needed a robe because others might see that I'm not what I appear
to be.  It was a powder blue silk wrap kimono sort of thing.  Knee
length.   The rest of my clothes could wait.
     I cleared tables, learned to do coffees and pastries at the
counter.  I loved it!  The afternoons and evenings flew. I
overheard comments on my appearance.  "Natural good looks.  Can't
stand those nature girl outdoorsy types...No makeup, no jewelry.
Affected little bitch!"   Some of the customers were sooo catty.
I loved the catty comments because I knew I was passing as a girl.
Other ladies and lots of guys liked my looks and tipped generously.
I quickly settled in.
     My wardrobe grew.  More flowing skirts.  Pantyhose in colors
and textures.  Earrings when I had my ears pierced.  I learned to
do my nails and show off my hands with rings. In a few months I had
become an arty looking yet outdoorsy girl who fit into the area.
My days off were spent in museums.  I was determined to experience
the culture that my benighted family and insular community denied
me.
     My first night in New York had brought me to my new life as
Allie but it made me realize how unable I was  care for myself
physically.  I went to gym to strengthen myself and started a
modern dance class to build stamina.  Passing as a girl in a
leotard was a feat but I'm sure no one "read" me.  If they did,
they kept it to themselves.  I decided when I became strong enough
I would learn some form of self-defense.

PUZZLING!
     A few weeks after the would be mugging Janis sat down in the
cafe for the first time.  Watching a uniquely attractive waitress,
Janis suddenly felt a wave of anxiety seep through her.  She could
not possibly know the young woman yet she felt sure they had met.
Nor could she fathom why this apparent familiarity was so
unsettling.
     The gracefully flowing skirt above slender ankles and feet in
sandals revealed toe nails polished to match her finger nails and
lipstick.  Janis was sorry that the lovely creature would not be
her waitress.  Janis's eyes met the waitress's.  A warm smile
crossed the waitress's lips.  Janis responded with an awkward grin.
Maddening.  The girl seemed to recognize her.
     Janis decided she would come back to the cafe until she could
place the girl.  No, that was so adolescent.  She probably had seen
me around the neighborhood. Yet New Yorkers simply do not smile at
people they see around.  Puzzling.
     That weekend Janis returned to the cafe hoping to spot that
waitress.   The girl was there!  It was the same one yet she looked
so different.  Her hair was combed in a short page boy style.  She
wore a short denim skirt and a blue oxford cloth man tailored
blouse.  Knee socks and penny loafers gave her  school girl look
that was completely unaffected.  She smiled when she saw Janis.
That same disconcerting sense of recognition overcame Janis.
     Janis took the menu without looking up.  "I'm Allie.  Let me
know if we can accommodate you in any way.  The light sandwiches are
really great."  It was she!   Janis studied her but still couldn't
place her. Damn, so annoying!
     Janis spoke to Allie on her next visit to the cafe.  "I'm sure
we've met but I can't place you."
     "I might have been a totally different person," responded
Allie tilting her head.
     "You seem to be a different person almost every time I'm in
here.  You change your hair, your jewelry, your clothing styles and
you become someone new."
     "But I'm always Allie." She twirled like a child showing off
her Easter finery.  A demure white blouse carelessly unbuttoned to
reveal a glimpse of white lace.  A loose fitting, black, short
skirt over shiny black pantyhose with highly polished black combat
style boots.  Her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail.  "I
get off soon. Let's go for a drink."
     The two young women walked up sixth avenue toward twenty-third
street.  A man ran from the shadows, grabbed Allie's purse and
tried to run.  Allie locked his arm upward and sent him sprawling
on the pavement while holding the wrist and arm lock she had so
deftly applied.  The purse snatcher moaned as Allie applied
pressure.  "I really should break it off!"   She eased the pressure
but suddenly doubled it causing the purse snatcher to scream.
     "When I let you go you will get up very slowly."
     The man tried to charge at Allie who side stepped and brought
her knee into his crotch.  Doubled over, he fell to the ground.
Allie grabbed his ears and pulled him to his feet.  She smashed her
knee into his face.  The man fell to his knees and covered his
bleeding nose with his hands.  The polished combat boots kicked his
ribs.  It was over so very quickly.
     A police car pulled up.  The two ladies walked off leaving the
two police officers laughing at the mayhem Allie had committed.
 Recognition!
	Janis found she had put her arm through Allie's as they
strolled toward nowhere in particular.  She was impressed at how
easily the slender, exotic girl from the cafe had disposed of the
mugger.  Janis realized with some discomfort that Allie's arm was
around her waist.  What was most disconcerting was that she liked
it.  Her panties were getting wet as she visualized Allie deftly
beating that bastard!
	Without thinking the two friends stopped, turned face and
spoke softly.
	"Allie, you do things to me that no one has ever done."
She said nothing else because Allie had covered her mouth with her
finger tips.
	A few minutes later they were in Jan's apartment.  Janis
slipped into the bedroom and changed her panties.  "Good I wore
thigh highs," she giggled to herself.
	Allie had poured two glasses of single malt while Janis
changed her panties.  She stood in front of Allie as the taller
girl rose to hand her drink.  They eyed each other briefly and
then kissed, a deep, slow, exploratory kiss that went on too long
yet not long enough.
	"Allie, no.  This has never happened to me.  It shouldn't
feel this way but it feels so right.  I'm..."
	She felt Allie's arms around her as their lips brushed
lightly.  Allie unzipped Jan's skirt which fell to the floor.
	"So beautiful" Allie looked adoringly at Janis as she ran
her eyes over the body.  Janis offered no resistance as the taller
girl tugged her sweater over her head.
	Janis tugged Allie's jumper off her shoulders.  To her
dismay her friend was wearing control briefs!  "You don't need a
briefer.  You have such a lovely slender body"
	"Oh but I do.  You'll see" There was teasing laughing ring
to Allie's voice.
	Allie drew Janis to her as she placed her hand over
Janis's mound.
	"My panties are soaked and I just changed them," protested
Janis.
   	Allie's finger was inside Janis.  She could stand it no
longer. Janis pushed Allie to the floor and began to suck her
nipples through her bra.  Allie sat up and unhooked her bra even
as Janis pulled it way.  The firm, tiny perfectly formed breasts
triggered the recognition.  "You," laughed Janis as he tugged
Allie's control panty down over her hips.  Allie's cock sprang
free just in time for Janis to envelop the head.  Allie's tongue
was deep in Janis as this very unusual couple dissolved in the
first of many nights of ecstasy.

Mardee Louise
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