Mom drove us home as quickly as she could.  I must have talked incessantly about
the dinner that night and I think she was worried we'd be late back.  Probably
not as much as I was worried.

The trip took two hours and we got home with less than an hour to spare. At first
I was panicking until I realised all I had to do was get dressed; I already had
my hair and make-up done.   As I put my underwear on Mom made me a cup of herbal
tea to calm me down, then went to her room and came back with a little
gift-wrapped parcel.  I took it from her questioningly, and unwrapped it.  Inside
was a black garter belt and two pairs of stockings.  It took me a moment to work
out what the belt was, so far I'd only tried pantyhose.

"I thought you might like to feel a little sexy,"  Mom said.  I couldn't believe
my ears.  I was going out with Paul, and that was okay with Mom I realised now. 
But she wanted me to feel sexy going out with him, and I was a little unprepared
for that.  Mom showed me how to put the belt and stockings on, and then it was
time to put on the dress.

I had decided to wear the Calvin Klein that Megan had given me.  When Mom saw it
she frowned at me and I remembered that she had told me to leave it behind at
Megan's.  I smiled at her in what I thought was my best hopeful look and she
relented, grinning, and helped me pull it over my head without getting make-up on
it.  She tidied two strands of my hair that had become wayward and then stepped
back to look at me better.

There were little tears in her eyes.  "Jenny, you look beautiful," she said.  I
looked in the mirror, and I realised I had to agree.  I looked older, I guess I
could have been anywhere between 17 and twenty-five. The dress draped over me
perfectly, enhancing my slim figure as well as emphasising the size of my
bustline.  If I had been much bigger in the chest I wouldn't have looked good in
it.  My hair tied up made my neck look long and elegant.

I went to hug Mom, but she told me not to ruin my make-up.  I didn't care, and
hugged her anyway.  I felt very close to her right then.  This was something I
could only have shared with her as Jenny.  We'd had some good times when I was
Chris, but we'd never been as close as we had the past few days.

We finished the hug and I went downstairs to wait for Paul.  A few minutes later
Mom came downstairs with two jewellery boxes.  In the first was a thin gold
necklace with a small sapphire on it, and in the second a pair of small matching
sapphire drop earings.  I took out the gold hoops I had in my ears and put the
sapphires in, then Mom helped me clasp the necklace.

Paul arrived right on time.  He had dressed nicely, wearing tailored pants
instead of jeans and a nice white shirt that somehow brought out the blue in his
eyes.  But he stopped completely when he saw me.  I smiled.  This was the second
time today I'd had that reaction from somebody - first from Andrea when she saw
me almost naked, and now from Paul for different reasons.  He was as startled as
Andrea had been, though in a nicer way.  He looked me up and down, obviously
liking what he saw.  Then he smiled broadly and handed me a small bunch of
flowers. Then he handed Mom a bunch too.  "Bribery,"  said Mom, smiling, "That
will get you a long way round here."

I got two vases and put the flowers in some water while Mom and Paul made some
small talk, and then it was time to leave.  I gave Mom a quick kiss goodbye and
Paul and I set off to Marcia's, just next door.

"Jenny, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said as soon as we'd
closed the door to our house.  I looked into his eyes and with something of a
shock realised he was sincere.  I also realised right then with an equal shock
that I wanted him to hold me, to undress me, and to make love to me, the way I'd
imagined in the bed just that morning at Megan's.  I moved toward him and he took
me in his arms and kissed me, oh so gently.  I almost swooned again.  Eventually
he steadied me, and I took his arm and we walked down the drive and along the
street to Marcia's.

When she opened the door Marcia did a double-take, too.  "Wow,"  she said as we
entered.  She made me do a 360 degree turn for her.  I couldn't stop smiling. 
This was great.  Marcia looked great, too. She had on a dark red slipdress which
showed off the curves in her body amazingly well.  And she wasn't wearing a bra
underneath it, which I could see Paul noticed instantly.  For some reason I
didn't mind.  I'd never felt better in my life.

Marcia and Paul exchanged greetings, and Marcia led us to the living room and
offered us a drink.  I accepted, and Paul offered to get them for Marcia.  We
were the first ones to arrive, except for Becky who had been helping Marcia cook
for most of the afternoon.  She came into the living room at that moment, fresh
from getting dressed for dinner, in a long black dress that went well with her
Goth look but added a lot of class as well.  She too stopped mid-sentence when
she saw me, and gave me the most curious look I'd seen all day, stranger even
than the one Andrea had given me.

Mike and Brad arrived together.  Evidently under instructions from Marcia and
Becky to be on time or die, they seemed nervous that they were ten minutes late. 
Mike, as Marcia's boyfriend, took over the drink-making functions from Paul, and
pretty soon I had a glass of champagne in my hand.  I decided I liked it a lot,
though I wasn't crazy about the way Mike tried to look down the front of my dress
as he handed it to me. Then the other guests arrived, Steve and a friend of
Marcia's I hadn't seen much of, Lynda, and Denise Convey and a football friend of
Mike's, Ed.  It was obvious Marcia had been doing some matchmaking.

Everyone was trying hard to be as sophisticated as possible.  Marcia had brought
out her parents' best crystal and silver, and had got her Dad to set out some
wines for the occasion.  The girls had all dressed up, and even the guys were
well turned out.  Mike, for example, had worn an actual shirt, with a collar. 
I'd only ever seen him in t-shirts before. I realised guys could look pretty good
when they tried.

While everyone was discussing plans for the summer I volunteered to help Marcia
in the kitchen.  She had things pretty much under control, but it was a chance to
talk to her without everyone else around.  I was conscious as I left the room
that all the guys had their eyes on me.

Once in the kitchen Marcia turned to me and said breathlessly "Hey.  Did you have
plastic surgery, or what?"  She smiled.

I blushed, and smiled back.  "Paul seems to like it,"  I said, indicating the
dress.

"Jenny, it's not the dress, you look - glowing."

I smiled again.  In fact I hadn't stopped smiling since Paul had come to pick me
up from my place, except for that once when he'd kissed me.  I told Jenny all
about the afternoon with Mark, and how much fun that was and how Andrea had done
my hair and make-up and that's how come it looked so good.

"Yeah, well I can see I've created a Frankenstein,"  Marcia laughed as she handed
me a bag of bread rolls to put out in a basket for the table. " I could see the
way Mike was looking at you.  I'm gonna have to teach you how to be ugly from now
on."

Dinner was beautiful.  Marcia could really cook, I was amazed.  I'd always
thought of her as one of the least domesticated girls I'd ever known (not that
I'd known a lot).  But apart from some slightly overcooked vegetables the food
was great.  I discovered that I liked wine even more than I had the previous
week, and the conversation at the table was interesting.  Marcia had made the
boys promise not to talk about football (which Paul said suited him fine), and
they obliged with a lot of good humour.  Mike and Steve were very witty, and even
Denise Convey turned out to be much more friendly than I'd have thought based on
her welcome the week before at her party.  Becky was the odd one out.  When we'd
visited her house a week earlier she had been great, I felt like we really
connected.  But ever since she'd walked in tonight she seemed kind of uneasy
about something.  I gave up trying to engage her in conversation and just enjoyed
the meal and everyone else's company.

Soon we retired to the living room.  Steve rifled through the music collection
and put on a CD to dance to, and after Marcia turned down the lights everyone
danced for three or four songs until a slow number came up.  Then the couples who
had been match-made by Marcia stepped away as if by some silent agreement, and
Mike and Marcia and Becky and Brad and Paul and I danced close to one another
while the others passed a joint around.  Paul put his arms around me and I put my
cheek into his shoulder as we danced together.  I was swimming in a little cloud
of bliss and champagne and wine, and everything was just fine with me.

As the song ended Paul sat down in a large chair and pulled me onto his knee.  I
gladly complied, and he nuzzled my neck and put his arm around my waist.  In a
moment or two I could feel his erection beneath me.  I looked across at the
others and could see that they were all talking and smoking and ignoring us,
except for Brad and Becky who were still dancing, Becky stealing the occasional
glance our way.  I didn't care.  I kissed Paul, and felt his hand rest on my
thigh.  He felt my garter belt at the top of my stockings through the dress, and
made a small "mmmm" noise when he realised what it was.  I felt great.  I wanted
to lose myself to him, then and there.

Pretty soon I knew I had to go to the bathroom.  The wine was catching up with
me.  I excused myself, much to Paul's frustration, and took my purse as I went. 
I had noticed that women always took their purses to the bathroom with them.

I had to undo all the tape before I sat down and relieved myself, then retreive
some new tape from my purse and re-tape myself all over again. Afterward I stood
at the mirror and tried to touch up my make-up the way Andrea had shown me.  As I
finished and opened the door I got a shock, because Becky was just on the other
side waiting to use the bathroom.

"Sorry to take so long," I said as I went to get by her.

"Just so you know, I know,"  Becky said.  I looked at her uncomprehendingly.  She
seemed surprised at my response.  "Marcia told me,"  she continued, and I
understood what she was talking about.

Damn!  Why did Marcia tell her?

"I dunno why you're doing it,"  she continued, "but I think it's pretty weird."

I suffered a moment of pure panic.  Shit.  What if she told Paul.  I was gonna
die.  He didn't need to kill me, I'd just stop living.  I felt sick.

"Oh, don't worry,"  Becky said.  "Marcia made me promise not to tell anyone, so I
won't."  She poked my left breast.  "But we both know what's in here, and who it
belongs to, don't we."

I wanted the earth to swallow me up.  I'd become so used to people accepting me
as Jenny that I'd forgotten to worry about whether people knew.  How stupid could
I have been?  And now here I was, she knew.  And she'd seen me with Paul a few
minutes before.

"I must admit," she said.  "You sure are great looking.  I'd never have believed
it until Marcia told me."

I didn't know what to do.  How come she'd been so nice to me only a week earlier
and now she was being so horrible?  "Uh, please don't say anything -"  I said.

"I promised Marcia, and a promise is something I don't break easily.  But I think
maybe you should be a little more discreet with Paul.  It's not very fair to him.
 And if he ever found out..."

And with that she went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I went back to the living room.  As soon as Paul saw me he said "What's wrong?"

I felt like I was gonna cry.  "Uh, it's okay," I said. "Sorry.  I'm not feeling
so great.  Maybe it's the wine."  That wasn't untrue.  I was starting to feel
sick, and regretting having had all that wine.

"Maybe I should take you home,"  Paul said.

"No.  Yes.  I don't know."

Seeing how I looked, Marcia had come over too.  Paul looked at her and said
"She's not feeling well.  I think I should take her home."

Marcia looked at me, then saw Becky come back into the room and saw her glance at
me, too.  And I could see Marcia's blood begin to heat up.  She figured out Becky
must have said something, and she wasn't happy.  But I didn't care.  I felt sick.
 I did want to go home.  I just wasn't sure I wanted Paul to take me.  I felt
terrible.  Becky was right, I was being unfair to him.

But he would have none of it.  He said goodbye for both of us, and took my arm
and led me from Marcia's.  He put his arm around me to steady me for a moment,
and I felt that closeness to him I loved so much.  I disengaged and took his arm
instead, and we walked back to my place.

"Sorry,"  I said again as we got to the front door.

"Sorry for what?  You can't help it if you feel sick,"  he said softly. He tilted
my chin up slightly so he could kiss me.  I wanted to cry again.

"I wanted to make you happy tonight,"  I said, honestly.

"You did,"  he said, kissing me again.

"Paul..."  I began

"Yes"

"I need to tell you something."  All of a sudden I felt the need to be honest
with him.  He was a great guy and he deserved better.

"No, you don't".  He said gently.

What did that mean?  Did he know?  How?  No, he couldn't.

"I know you don't come from out of town", he said to me softly.  "I know this is
where you live all the time.  I knew it the other night when I came to pick you
up.  This is a house that's lived in, not one you're just staying in for a few
short days.  And yesterday at home I saw some of my Dad's work on the hall table
and I noticed your Mom has applied for a job with his company.  So I know a lot
about your Mom.  Now I just want to get to know more about you."

So he didn't know everything.  But this wasn't getting any easier.  "Do you want
to come in?"  I asked.

"I think you need to rest.  From the sound of it you've had a big day"

He had no idea how big.

"Paul, I just wanted to say I think you're great, and I don't want to ever hurt
you."

"Uh oh,"  he said.  "What have I done to deserve that speech?"

I didn't know what he was talking about.

"That's the speech girls give guys when they're going to dump them.  I'm waiting
for the 'But'."

I hugged him fiercely.

"I know you're not sixteen, Marcia told me,"  he said.  "She didn't mean to, and
I wasn't prying.  I don't think you got your story straight with her.  But don't
worry about that, either.  I'd like you no matter how old you were."

I opened the front door.  It was now or never.  I gently pulled him inside and,
leaving the lights off, led him through the moonlit living room and onto the
couch.  I sat in his lap again.  Then I kissed him, and I started to cry.  He
held me, gently.  "Hey, hey,"  he said.  "That's no way to act."

I sobbed.  The week had been too much for me.  Here I was crying my eyes out on
the shoulder of a guy I'd only known for that one week.  Why was it that I always
cried when things were not so bad?  Paul held me to him and rubbed my back gently
until my crying subsided.  I looked up at him and he kissed me again, and then we
were kissing and his hand stayed on my back while the other one came around to
hold me as well.  As we kissed and he held me I felt that feeling again, that
feeling of excitement.  I could feel, sitting on his lap again, that he was
becoming erect.  I felt his tongue go in my mouth, and his hand go to my breast. 
I didn't resist him.  I wanted him, and I didn't care what that meant.

I shifted off his lap and spread myself out on the couch, and he lay on top of me
and kissed me and stroked my thighs.  I could feel him reach under my dress and
begin to stroke the skin above my stockings, and I could feel the intensity of
his erection pressing into my right leg. With his other hand he stroked my face,
and he began to whisper sweet things to me.  "Jenny, you're the most beautiful
girl I know.  Jenny. Jenny.  You are wonderful, and smart, and sweet.  I've never
met any girl like you.  Jenny.  And you feel so good right now."  He shifted his
weight to the side and then I could feel his hand further up my thigh.  I was
getting kind of nervous the further his hand moved, and he sensed that.  He
kissed me ever so softly.  "Jenny, have you ever ..."  He seemed embarrassed to
ask.  "Are you a virgin?"

I nodded, and kissed him.  I moved his hand from my thigh, and then I made him
sit up.  I got off the couch, and knelt on the floor.  Before I thought too much
about it, I was undoing the zipper on his pants.  And then I had his cock in my
hands.  Wow.  It was thick.  It was much bigger than I'd thought.  I looked at
his face nervously, and smiled.  Then I lowered my lips to the tip of his cock,
and kissed it gently.  There was a tiny trace of some creamy salty fluid at the
tip.  I kissed it again, and then I took him in my mouth.  He groaned softly, and
I sucked him, taking time to lick the head of his penis occasionally before
returning to putting the shaft further and further inside my mouth.  His
breathing got heavier and heavier, and then he tensed.  "Jenny!"  he cried, a
little too loudly, and he came inside my mouth, a great quantity of it. I almost
gagged, but I swallowed as much as I could.  I kept sucking until he groaned in
pain and held my head away.  "No more, no more", he said.

I rested my head on his knee.  I felt better.  I had made him feel good. I wasn't
all that terrible.  He stroked my neck and shoulders, then pulled me up to sit in
his lap again and nuzzled my neck.  "Jenny, that was wonderful".

I sat there in his arms for a little while longer, and I knew I was never going
to go back to being Chris.