Finishing School  (Dhamma & ReijiTabibito)
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				Title: <strong>Finishing School  (Dhamma &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:37:18</strong>
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				It was the end of the school year, that time of year when most students were celebrating with their friends, rejoicing that they didn’t have to see teachers, read books, or do homework for three months.&nbsp; But not Samuel Logan, or Sam as he was known to his somewhat-friends.&nbsp; Sam was sitting in one of the empty classrooms at his school, looking out the window, distracted, lost in thought.&nbsp; Graduation was in two days…and that terrified him more than anything.<br><br>Sam was brought up in the foster system.&nbsp; And while his foster parents had been good people, and taken care of him…he’d been one of six, and he knew that, being eighteen, he was officially on his own once this school year ended.&nbsp; Oh, his parents would come help him if he landed in jail, or something major like that, but they would be way too busy with their newest group of kids to do much more than that.<br><br>Which was part A of why graduation scared him.&nbsp; Part B was that he hadn’t applied to any post-secondary schools to go to after high school.&nbsp; It wasn’t a matter of him not being ready intellectually – Sam was easily one of the smartest kids in his class, all his teachers knew that he could handle college.&nbsp; He just didn’t think he was ready to let go emotionally yet, and he knew he’d need loans to get through school – need-based financial aid wouldn’t be able to cover him completely, even if he did get a couple of scholarships.&nbsp; And given the job market, he didn’t want to graduate and not be able to get work.&nbsp; A remote chance of it, sure, but he didn’t want to leave it to chance.<br><br>Time.&nbsp; That was what he needed.&nbsp; More time.&nbsp; But how was he going to get it?!&nbsp; It wasn’t like he could just pack up and move to another community and go through high school again…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:47:15</strong>
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				Miss Holli sighed as she walked down the hall. As much as she loved teaching, the year always took its toll. Saying goodbye to seniors, especially, was a hard thing to do. She was always invested in her students - some more than others, she thought with a smirk. That too was a bit sad. Of course, she had her houseboy Raj to keep her company for the summer, and there were always visitors to the farm to spice things up, she had decided not to take on any other recruits or interns for the summer. A part of her was regretting the decision. <br><br>The click of her heels down the empty halls was the only sound she heard, everyone else having flown the coop to the bright sunny day as soon as they could. <br><br>As she walked by the classroom she taught English in, she noticed Sam Logan sitting near the window. Now there was a smart kid, one she had loved teaching and would definitely miss. She stopped, curious. "Sam? What are you doing in here by yourself?"
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:53:02</strong>
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				Sam turned at the sound of the voice calling from behind him.&nbsp; "Oh, hi, Miss Holli..."&nbsp; She had been a great teacher.&nbsp; English hadn't been just a bunch of boring grammar, vocabulary, and old books because of her.&nbsp; He'd actually enjoyed when they'd read <em>Moby Dick</em> because of her.&nbsp; "I'm just thinking about graduation, and leaving school, is all."&nbsp; He had no idea what to do, to even begin to think up a plan.&nbsp; Then, Miss Holli was here...maybe she could help him.<br><br>"Miss Holli?"&nbsp; He looked over at her.&nbsp; "Have you ever not been ready for something?&nbsp; I mean..."&nbsp; Sam exhaled as he tried to think of what to say.&nbsp; "Have you ever been in a place, where everyone tells you that you'll be fine, you're ready, you'll do great, but <em>you</em> know that you're not ready, and that everyone else is wrong?"<br><br>Miss Holli had been one of his smartest and most creative teachers.&nbsp; If she couldn't come up with something...he didn't know <em>who</em> would be able to help him.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:02:02</strong>
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				She walked over to him, sitting on the top of a desk near him, listening to him with concern. She nodded as he spoke. He was feeling nervous about&nbsp; leaving school. She knew he was a foster child, and that the transition from school to the adult world would be particularly abrupt and difficult for him. She knew as well that it would be useless for her to reiterate what he had already heard.<br><br>"I do," she said slowly. "It's a difficult, scary thing. This is a huge time for you, and while I think you're incredibly bright and capable, I can undrstand your fears." <br><br>She met his eyes. "What exactly do you think you're not ready for? And what would you have instead?"<br><br>She couldn't help but notice that the emotion the boy was feeling made his big eyes bright, as if he were near tears, his long lashes framing them. She tried to push her assessment of his physical features aside.
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:22:32</strong>
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				Sam was glad, at least, that Miss Holli understood what a huge undertaking this all was.&nbsp; Everyone else, all his teachers, his parents, they had all waved him off, saying that he was ready, that he had absolutely nothing to be afraid of.&nbsp; But, if that was true, then why did he still feel afraid?&nbsp; Miss Holli had been honest, though, and said that what was ahead of him was very scary, indeed.<br><br>He'd heard her ask what he wasn't ready for, what he would want instead.&nbsp; "I don't think I'm ready to leave high school yet.&nbsp; I don't think I can let go emotionally of all the good times I've had with my friends.&nbsp; And with the job market being what it is...I don't want to run the risk of having student loans to pay off, and no way to do it.&nbsp; I just...I need more time.&nbsp; A couple of years, time to let the market recover, so that the future isn't such an uncertain thing for when I graduate from college..."
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:38:01</strong>
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				Miss Holli looked at the boy shrewdly. He had obviously thought a lot about this, it wasn't just some cold feet about moving on to a different part of his life. He was concerned about the state of the economy--who wasn't, of course--but unlike most of the other students, he didn't have a safety net. If he failed, he failed alone.<br><br>Miss Holli, who had forever been taking in kittens as a child, was starting to feel a pull toward this young man. Of course, it helped that he was one of the prettiest young men she had ever met; he looked like he could pass for 16 easily, and with soft, baby-like features. She was a sucker for pretty boys.<br><br>Her mind raced. How could she get the kind of time he wanted?<br><br>"Are you saying you wish you could stay in school for another year or two?" She asked, an inkling of a plan starting to form in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finishing School  (Dhamma &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 21:43:57</strong>
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				Sam always gave things a lot of thought - it was one of the qualities that made him an excellent student.&nbsp; And he was no fool, either, in terms of street smarts.&nbsp; Most of the students graduating here, if things fell through, could always move back in with their parents.&nbsp; Sam didn't have that option now, not that he was officially 18 and out of the foster system.<br><br>"Yes, that's what I want," he replied to her.&nbsp; "But I can't think of a way to do it!&nbsp; I can't even sabotage my own graduation!&nbsp; How am I supposed to come up with money for living elsewhere...?"&nbsp; He paused, then looked over at her.&nbsp; "Wait.&nbsp; Do <em>you</em> have an idea?"&nbsp; Sam took a breath.&nbsp; "Tell me if you do!&nbsp; I don't care what it is!&nbsp; I'll do anything at this point..."
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 22:06:08</strong>
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				She had to work hard to keep the grin off her face. There was nothing she loved more than a young, though of age, pretty boy saying the words "I'll do anything"--particularly if they meant it.<br><br>And she could tell that Sam did. Miss Holli took in his pretty face, his rather petite frame, and suddenly knew exactly what she wanted to do with him. <br><br>"Are you sure, Sam? Anything? Because I may have a way for you to enroll in high school as a junior this fall," she said slowly. "Assuming you're willing to work hard, and make a few sacrifices. And, of course, be discreet."
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 22:23:56</strong>
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				The reply couldn't come out of Sam's mouth fast enough.&nbsp; "Yes!&nbsp; Anything!"&nbsp; She had a way!&nbsp; There was a plan!&nbsp; He didn't quite know what they were, but if Miss Holli had come up with it, it was bound to work.&nbsp; She was creative enough to make almost anything work.<br><br>"Of course, you know me, I'd be willing to do all of those things."&nbsp; He was a definite hard worker - there had been the project on <em>The Joy Luck Club</em> that they'd done this year; it was an all-year project, and Sam had consistently shown up at Miss Holli's door (at the school, that is), asking what else he could do to make his project better.<br><br>He made sacrifices - while the other guys had been in town, chasing skirts from the all-girls' school, he'd been in the library.&nbsp; And he could be very discreet.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 22:31:54</strong>
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				Of course he would be willing, she thought to herself. She leaned back for a moment, undoing her suit jacket to reveal the lacy cami underneath, which clung to large breasts.<br><br>"You would be willing to do <em>anything</em>?" She stressed. "And you would follow my every direction?" She shifted her legs, allowing her skirt to rise another few inches. She wanted to be sure he understood where this was going. The last thing she needed was a sexual harassment suit on her hands. <br><br>"Tell me, Sam, what do you know about St. Mary's?"
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 22:43:34</strong>
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				"Well, yeah, the plan is...yours..."&nbsp; He started to drift off as he saw her unbutton her jacket, and his eyes started to ratchet themselves to her generously endowed mounds.&nbsp; Like any healthy person interested in women would be.&nbsp; Her skirt exposing a bit more of her legs didn't help, either.<br><br>Sam managed to compose himself, and answer her question.&nbsp; "I know it's the all-girl's school that's in town, that the two schools aren't that far apart," meaning they weren't on opposite sides of the city.&nbsp; "Why?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 23:44:23</strong>
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				He seemed interested. That was good. <br><br>"What if I told you that I would be willing to let you stay with me this summer, and enroll at St. Mary's in the fall as a junior." She saw the look of confusion on his face. She continued. "What if there was a way for you to pass as a girl in order to spend at least one more year, if not two, at St. Mary's?"<br><br>She could see the shock in his eyes. "Now, it wouldn't mean surgery or anything like that. You would still be you. I have the ability to help you look like a girl, so that you can attend as a junior next year. You would stay with me, and primarily live as a boy, and attend school as a girl. It would give you the time to become ready for the real world."<br><br>She paused. He still looked confused. But he hadn't refused. "Now, it would mean a lot of hard work for you to pass as a girl. It's more than just breasts and long hair," she said. "Maybe you're wondering why I would do this, and what is in it for me."<br><br>Leaning forward, mere inches from him, she gave him a view down her top. "I like you, Sam. 
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 23:54:12</strong>
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				Initially, Sam was confused when Miss Holli said that she would let him stay with her this summer, and then enroll at St. Mary's the following fall.&nbsp; He was about to open his mouth to say that there was no way that he could do that, that that wasn't possible.<br><br>That's when she suggested the possibility of him being able to pass as a girl, and his look of confusion turned to shock.&nbsp; That...that was possible?!&nbsp; How?&nbsp; He certainly couldn't think of a way, especially if it didn't involve surgery...was there something he was missing from this equation?&nbsp; There had to be.<br><br>When she told him exactly what he was thinking, he nodded, dumbly.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> wondering why she would do this.&nbsp; And then she leaned forward, and all Sam was really able to do at this point was look down her top at the cleavage she was openly displaying for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 20:51:01</strong>
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				She continued, noting his interest. "I would be willing to train you, and help you, and let you stay with me - in return for complete obedience." She paused a moment to let that sink in.<br><br>"And by that I mean, what I say, you do. Everything from what you wear, what you do. You would serve me, and do everything you could to please me." She smiled at him. "Preferably out of affection for me, of course. Such an arrangement would include all aspects of your life, including your sexual practices."<br><br>She stood, coming closer to him, and put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing him in what felt like a sexual way, though could certainly be construed as an innocent display of concern. "I think this is an arrangement that might give us what we both need." 
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 21:56:01</strong>
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				The 'creepy' meter in the back of Sam's head was starting to spike as Miss Holli informed him of the...conditions of their little arrangement, of what he would need to do in order to be able to stay here for the next couple of years.&nbsp; It surrounded a little surreal to the eighteen-year-old, like something out of a porn movie.<br><br>He blushed at one part of her explanation.&nbsp; "Sexual..."&nbsp; Sam had had sex ed, alright, but he was most definitely a virgin, and not experienced with women or girls at all.&nbsp; This Miss Holli would know, since she'd find him in the library on weekends than in town, chasing St. Mary's students.<br><br>But, she was right.&nbsp; This arrangement would give him what he needed - more time.&nbsp; And he was willing to sacrifice a lot at this point to get that time.&nbsp; So, still a bit wide-eyed, and looking a little scared, he nodded.&nbsp; "O-okay."
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 00:10:33</strong>
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				Miss Holli hated overwhelming Sam with so much all at once. She knew it was unlikely he was experienced. But at the same time, she couldn't bring him to her home under false pretenses--he had to know what was going to happen. Honesty was centrally important to her.<br><br>She smiled at him. "I promise I'm not a tyrant, Sam." She said. "I think you'll find yourself quite happy living with me."<br><br>Night was falling, and Sam needed to get back home to his foster family. "You should get home, Sam. Spend the next few days with your family, and enjoy graduation. It's a special time. The day after graduation, I want you to show up at this address," she took out a pencil and found a piece of scrap paper. "That's my farm. You can tell your foster parents that it is an internship on my farm. You will be learning a lot, though not just about farming."<br><br>"That is, if you're willing to try this."
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 01:05:10</strong>
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				Sam carefully took the piece of paper with the address written on it.&nbsp; "Okay."&nbsp; He seemed calmer now, less stressed.&nbsp; Or maybe just numb.&nbsp; It was hard to tell, even for him, at this point.&nbsp; He slid off the desk, and started to walk out the door.&nbsp; "Thanks, Miss Holli."&nbsp; And then he was gone.<br><br>The next few days went by in a blur.&nbsp; Graduation party, presents, graduation itself, and so on and so forth.&nbsp; Of course, Sam told his foster parents that he had an internship that would take care of all of his expenses set up for him, and so he packed up his stuff to bring to Miss Holli's farm.<br><br>The day after graduation, just like Miss Holli had asked, Sam and his stuff showed up at her farm, ready to learn...about whatever it was that Miss Holli was going to teach him.&nbsp; He knew it wasn't going to be about farming, she had just said so.<br><br>Inhaling deeply, he knocked on the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:16:24</strong>
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				A young man of Indian descent opened the door with a smile. "Hey, you must be Sam. I'm Raj, Miss Holli's houseboy. C'mon in." Raj helped Sam bring his stuff in. "Just leave it there, and come out to the back deck."<br><br>"I take care of some of the household stuff," said Raj. "And I coordinate the farmhands for Miss Holli." The old farmhouse had been remade with a contemporary layout, wide and open. They walked through the kitchen and through a large living room with a large sectional sofa and two large, low ottomans. The second-story back deck was out a sliding glass door. Miss Holli was sitting at a glass-topped table, sipping a cup of coffee.<br><br>She smiled at Sam. "Welcome to the farm! You looked wonderful at graduation yesterday. Sit, sit. Are you hungry? Raj made some breakfast not long ago, I'm sure he could find you something." <br><br>Sam looked nervous. She tried to comfort him. "Don't worry, Sam, I'm not going to have you strip down right here or anything like that."
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:21:06</strong>
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				"Alright," Sam replied.&nbsp; He hadn't been expecting...well, he didn't know what he'd been expecting, but certainly know this.&nbsp; "House...boy?&nbsp; What exactly do you do here?"&nbsp; The graduate listened to Raj's explanation.&nbsp; "Ah."&nbsp; Now he felt kind stupid for asking.&nbsp; He followed Raj out to the back deck, and saw Miss Holli sitting there drinking coffee.<br><br>He sat down at Miss Holli's request.&nbsp; "No, I'm fine, I had something to eat before I came here."&nbsp; Had he ever.&nbsp; Since he was officially leaving the house, his parents had had a humongous breakfast set out for him.<br><br>Remembering what Miss Holli had said about what he would be doing here made him a little bit nervous.&nbsp; "Okay...just to ask, though, what <em>are</em> you going to have me do here?"&nbsp; He knew the generalities of it...but the specifics still evaded him, and probably for good reason, he imagined.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 11:44:19</strong>
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				Miss Holli appreciated his direct query. He might be nervous, but he was assertive enough to ask. She liked that.<br><br>“Well, there are a couple of things you’ll be doing around here. First of all, we need to start your training as a girl soon,” she saw him tense up. “Not today, but soon. It’s going to take you awhile to get used to dressing and acting like a girl.” She let a smile spread slowly across her face. “Especially the girly girl I hope you’ll become.”<br><br>She let that sink in for a moment. “So, after you’ve gotten settled in around here, each weekday morning you’ll train with me. Each afternoon, you’ll help Raj around the house, or out in the garden, or wherever you’re needed. Evenings you’re welcome to spend around the house, or you may go out. On weekends, you’ll usually spend Saturdays with me, but if you want to head out for the weekend, visit your family or friends, that’s fine. Sunday’s are a worry-free day.”<br><br>She leaned forward, her loose blouse sliding forward with her. “That all starts in a few days. Before that, we just need to get used to each other, and you should get used to Raj being around. He’s kind of my right hand man, I’m sure you’ll come to think of him as a friend.”<br><br>She reached over and put her hand over his. “Is this all happening too fast?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 15:44:02</strong>
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				Sam listened as Miss Holli laid out everything that was going to be happening over the summer.&nbsp; The whole plan, how he'd be spending his days, and so on and so forth.<br><br>"No, it's not too fast," he told her.&nbsp; He thought just the opposite, in fact, that things weren't starting up fast enough.&nbsp; "You're...you're sure about your timetable?"&nbsp; The graduate asked her.&nbsp; "I mean, we've only got the summer to do all this."&nbsp; He had thought that he would've spent each day, every day, learning whatever it was Miss Holli was going to teach him.<br><br>"Not that I'm complaining!"&nbsp; He was very quick to assure Miss Holli that this arrangement was fine with him.&nbsp; He was getting a whole day, plus all the evenings during the regular week, to himself.&nbsp; That was far more time than he had originally anticipated getting due to the time crunch that the summer imposed on their activities.<br><br>Sam paused for a moment.&nbsp; "I do assume you have some sort of...lesson plan, I guess?&nbsp; In mind?"&nbsp; He wouldn't know where to begin in trying to act like a girl, beyond the usual stuff that all guys knew.&nbsp; Part of him wanted reassurance, he supposed, that Miss Holli had everything taken care of, that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that all he had to do was focus his attention on <em>learning</em>.
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 00:09:16</strong>
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				“Oh Sam, I can understand how you might be concerned about the timetable. And perhaps we’ll need to step it up if you don’t progress as quickly as possible.” She smiled at him. “But I think you’ll find you adapt rather quickly, more quickly than you expect.” She could see his disbelief.<br><br>“Plus, I don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll still be you, and I think it’s important to have time for you to express yourself as you. And maybe I want to spend a little time with Sam the boy, and not just with Sam the girl—assuming you’d like to keep Sam as your girl name?” She paused.<br><br>“And yes, I do have a sort of lesson plan, Sam. As long as you follow my direction, I think we’ll be just fine.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 03:27:32</strong>
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				"Well, okay..."&nbsp; He was rather skeptical of how confident Miss Holli seemed to be that he'd take to it rather quickly.&nbsp; After all, to him, guys and girls were day and night - well, in behaviors, and stuff they had to learn, and so on and so forth.&nbsp; But, if she was confident he could do it...then he had no reason to doubt it.<br><br>"Yeah, I would.&nbsp; It'd be Samantha instead of Samuel on all the official paperwork, but day-to-day address would be Sam."&nbsp; He thanked whatever parents had given him up for giving him a name that could so easily be transferred over, from one side of the gender barrier to the other.<br><br>"I can do that.&nbsp; And just like any lesson plan...you probably have tools and tests and whatnot to help me and make sure things take, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dhamma</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:13:23</strong>
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				Miss Holli nodded as he said he would keep the name Sam. “It’s a great idea. That way you don’t have to get used to a totally different name. And I adore the name Samantha anyway.”<br><br>She listened to his concerns, smiling at his naivete. “Well, I don’t have a gender SAT, if that’s what you’re asking, Sam. But I’ll have ways of knowing how ready you are. The transition won’t be as structured as regular classes, because what you learn in classes like those isn’t natural, embodied information. It will be much more… organic. But yes, I have plans for you.”<br><br>She stood, and gestured for him to stand near her. She was a tall woman, wearing heels, and he was slightly shorter than her. She leaned in, watching his eyes widen. She looked into his eyes, letting the suspense of the moment draw out. “You’re quite beautiful, Sam. I think you’ll make a gorgeous girl.” At those words she leaned in and softly kissed Sam’s lips.<br><br>She pulled back. “Why don’t we put your stuff into your room? It’s just across the hall from Raj’s, and down the hall from mine.” As they walked up the stairs, she kept talking. “Raj sometimes sleeps in bed with me, but not always. I’m sure you’ll find your room comfortable.” She gestured around a pretty basic room, with a large bed, a dresser, and a small desk. <br><br>“Why don’t you spend a few minutes unpacking, settling in, and then come downstairs and find me?” she said to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Finishing School  (Dhamma &amp; ReijiTabibito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:27:30</strong>
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				"Yeah, I think it's good."&nbsp; Getting used to a different name would have been tough.&nbsp; He didn't want to accidentally respond to his 'male' name out on the street.&nbsp; Keeping his name the same (well, relatively) prevented that sort of problem.<br><br>"Okay, just as long as you've got some sort of benchmark or standard or something."&nbsp; He'd been asking more about what she had in the ways of helping him look more like a girl...but since she seemed to have everything under control, he assumed that she had ways to deal with that sort of thing.&nbsp; After all, no one was going to believe that he was a girl if they saw, well...male anatomy in a certain spot.<br><br>His eyes got wider as she leaned in, told him he'd make a hot girl, and then kissed him.&nbsp; The very first kiss of his life.&nbsp; And it was absolutely wonderful.&nbsp; He felt, though...a little bit cheated.&nbsp; He had wanted to give his first kiss to someone that he dated seriously.&nbsp; A romantic, girly part of his psyche?&nbsp; Perhaps, but Sam was a bit of a romantic.<br><br>Sam nodded dumbly.&nbsp; "Yeah..."&nbsp; He followed Miss Holli to the room in question, and had a look around.&nbsp; His stuff had been moved here from where he'd last left it behind at Raj's request.&nbsp; "Okay."&nbsp; He exhaled slowly, and then went over to his stuff to start unpacking.&nbsp; Sam wondered just how much of this stuff would get to stay.&nbsp; Miss Holli was going to make him a girl, after all.<br><br>A short while later, Sam reappeared out of his room, and went in search of Miss Holli.&nbsp; Once he found her, he looked her over.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; What do we do now?"&nbsp; He looked very much ready to get started...if that was what the good teacher wanted of him.
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