Numeric ID: 8
Date Received: 11 APR 2000
Idea From: Jezzi Belle
Written By: Jezzi Belle
Email To: trnrt1@aol.com

      Now the front door peephole is about 5'7" off the ground.  I was kind 
of leaning with my head over sideways, which is probably why I was looking 
thru it up toward the ceiling of the hallway and didn't see anybody.  I 
thought maybe a delivery man had left a package or something.  I was stooping 
over to pick whatever it was up, concentrating on not falling over as I was 
still shakey on my feet, while I opened the door.  Which explains why I found 
myself staring directly at the crotch of the Texas woman to beat all Texas 
women.  She was maybe 5'5" tall, but that included 5" of big blonde hair.  
She was wearing a red fringy jacket with a red knee length skirt, lots of 
turquoise jewelry, and fringy cowgirl boots - I kid you not.  She looked to 
be in her forties, and was wearing 10pm makeup at 10 in the morning.  Sounds 
trashy, but she wasn't, not at all; it all worked for her and she was one of 
the most gorgeous women I have ever seen.  As this analysis passed through my 
mind, I failed to realize that my weakened condition had caught up with me 
and I was falling face down on the rug.  I rolled over and looked up at her.  
>From that vantage point it was easy to see that tiny as she was, she was at 
least a "C" cup.  "Hi, my name is Bra... Stephanie."  I croaked.  Oh, oh, I 
almost blew it there, I thought.  Most Brad's don't go around in pink robes.  
She reached down and helped me to stand.
    "Stephanie, dear, I heard you were sick, but I just had to meet you.  I'm 
Jimmy's mother.  Call me Marion, please."  
    *OHMYGAWD!* I thought.  She got me back in bed and propped me in a 
reclined sitting position.
     She pulled a thermos out of her purse and poured some of the contents 
into the cup.  She put it to my lips.  "Drink this, dear.  You're going to 
need it, and it will make you ever so relaxed."  
     I took a big drink, figguring it was the proverbial mothers' favorite, 
chicken soup.  After I'd finished sputtering and Gasping, she explained.  "I 
know I should drink a Texas whisky, hon, but somehow in my youth I developed 
a taste for Wild Turkey - 101 proof'll clear your sinuses every time.  
Nothin' like it to cure what ails you."  Then she dropped her bombshell - 
atomic.  "You look sicker than a half-dead hound dog, steph, honey, but I can 
tell you're really quite pretty.  How long have you been a girl, dear?
     *OHMYGAWD!*  "How.....?"
     "Oh, come now, dear. My gay son suddenly straightens out and comes up 
with a gorgeous fiancee?  I don't think so.  Oh don't gawk at me, dear; it's 
unladylike as well as unbecoming and do it often enough and you'll develop 
jaw wrinkles.  Of course I knew; a mother always knows.  Once he passed 
puberty, the signs were there.  A hunk like him?  Girls should have been 
hanging off of him like porcupine quills off an over-eager hound dog!  But 
no.  Oh, every couple of months there'd be a token girlfriend to take to the 
school dance or somesuch, but always a different one.  And the boys that hung 
around him, you could see an intimacy that shouldn't have really been there.  
Anyway, when he moved out, his father would call and ask how he was doing 
with the girls, and was there maybe one special one?  No, dear, his father 
didn't have clue.  Men!  Would have boroken his heart if he'd found out, of 
course, which is why Jimmy invented you.  That's why I thought I'd better 
come have a look-see when Jimmy's dad wasn't around.  From what he said on 
the phone, you apparently are the most corageous and beautiful girl since 
Joan of Arc.  And, really, dear, sick as you are, you are quite good at it.  
I might have been fooled if you hadn't slipped on the name at the door.  
Decided I'd roll the dice and see,and you came up snake-eyes, hon.  So how is 
he in bed?"
     "OHMYGAWD!"  She knew I was a guy and thought Jim and I were lovers!  At 
that time I did most ladylike thing possible, and without even thinking about 
it.  I swooned.
     I awoke to a cool washcloth on my brow.  I cracked an eye open.  Marion 
was still there.  "Well, young lady, back with the living, I see."  she said 
cheerilly.  "You did that swoon very well, you know.  Olivia DeHaviland 
couldn't have done it better."
     "Who..."
     "Never mind, dear.  But, if you're feeling up to it, let's go back to my 
original question:  How long have you been a girl?  My guess would be quite 
awhile, you're so good at it.  But I am a bit confused, as I was sure Jimmy 
prefered his men MEN, if you know what I mean."
     I decided I'd better come clean.  Another shot from marion's thermos 
helped me get everything out.  I decided I liked Marion.  "I'm not Jimmy's 
lover." I told her.  "I'm his roommate.  I've only been Stephanie a few days, 
and never would have agreed to this at all if I hadn't been sick as a dog 
when Jim asked me."  And I told her about my strictly roommate relationship 
with her son.   "I LIKE GIRLS!" I said, as forcefully as I could, which, 
admittedly wasn't very forcefully, considering my condition.  I had just 
decided to ask Marion to stand me up and give me a push to the bathroom, when 
the door opened and in came Jim ... and Steve.  
     "MOM!" said Jim.
     "OHMYGAWD!" said Steve
     Marion looked at them both, then fixed her gaze on steve.  "So you're 
the lover." she said.
     Have you ever seen two huge football jocks swoon?  It IS NOT a pretty 
sight!  Marion gave me a light push on the chest which sent me backwords to 
plop down on the bed and walked over to her son and his lover.  After 
ascertaining that they were all right, she turned to me.  "You really did 
that ever so much better, dear." she said.
     Later, we were all sitting at the breakfast table having coffee, except 
tea for me.  I was feeling weak, but much better.  Marion had helped me fix 
my hair and makeup, and I had put on a clean robe, the blue one with lace 
trim.  Marion was explaining the problem as she saw it.  
     "Jimmy, I can see why you love Steve, here."  She patted Steve on the 
shoulder.  He blushed.  A huge blushing football jock is not a pretty sight!  
"But your father will disinherit you if he finds out.  You need a cover.  And 
you..." she said,  turning her gaze on me, "...need money."
    I blushed, but didn't deny it.  I did.
    "Besides", she continued, "the better you feel, the prettier you look.  
You're a natural, you know."  Then came her second bombshell of the day - 
hydrogyn.  stephanie, dear, how would you like to be a bride?"
    Steve and jim looked at each other, nodded, and looked at me with 
spreading evil grins on their faces.
    "OHMYGAWD! " .....
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