Ricki learns more about being a girl. She helps her sisters out at home, where she can. Ricki and Laura find out that things are not well with their father. Ricki continues to learn the art of belly-dancing.

Shimmy

by

Paula Dillon

Chapter 11

The next day Ricki woke up an hour later. She had time to luxuriate in a bubble bath, the warm water soaked out the soreness of the previous day. She dressed more casually this morning, she wore her cardinal and gold bikini with her shorts, tank top, and cross trainers. On her face she just used a little mascara and lipstick. She even did her nails in a red/gold diagonal pattern. She used the red as a base coat and then painted half the nail in gold, on a diagonal and covered everything in a clear coat, as she had been shown.

They had a light breakfast of fruit and toast. Cindy and Susan checked that Ricki had taken her vitamins. Laura asked about them and was told what they were. Stacy thought Ricky needed them; because of his weight and all. Laura was familiar with them, so she agreed that they couldn’t do anything but help Ricki.

The girls oohed and ahhed, as they noticed Ricki’s nails.

“I see that you have become a regular Trojan there, sis,” Laura said. “It looks good, but you need a little more practice. I can see a few brush strokes and a bubble or two. We can work on that later.”

After breakfast, the girls got themselves put together and out the door at eight twenty. Ricki headed straight to the TV, stripped down to her bikini and started the first belly dancing disc. She started at the first lesson stretches, and the core-movement section, before getting into the next three lessons. Ricki found the lessons a little easier and she could see herself getting a little more graceful, as she imitated the instructor on the screen. She found that she could do the movements slowly, but when the instructor speeded things up, well… she still had fun.

Ricki was able to take a quick shower, do her makeup, dress in a skirt, blouse, pantyhose and her Nikes. She then made lunch for Rebecca and herself. She made two turkey sandwiches and used the last of the Romaine lettuce to make two salads. She also crushed some mint leaves she had found and added them to a pitcher of tea she had made.

Rebecca sat down with Ricki and ate lunch. They sat and talked a bit.
Ricki told her what Laura, Susan and she had done.

“Now I have to spend some time in the library studying Ricki, but I am going to take you to the student center. You can hang around there or wander about the campus. That will be better than just hanging around the condo. You can call me if you need me.”

“I think that I will like that, there is so much to see on the campus. I just like looking at the things around there.”

“Take your book bag and your purse, so you won’t look out of place.”

Ricky had been used to carrying one of those back-packs at high school, to carry his stuff in and was starting to get use to carrying a purse; girls just didn’t have the pockets to carry all the things they needed.

Rebecca parked in the same parking structure that she had before. She then had Ricki lead the way to the student center. She had to look closely to see where she was a couple of times, but she led them to Tommy Trojan.

They entered the Admin Building, snagged a catalogue and a campus map, before leaving. Rebecca then pointed to the student center and bookstore, before showing her where the library was. She handed the campus map and catalogue to Ricki.

“There are several libraries on campus. That is the Leavey Library and this is the Doheny Library, where I will be.”

They entered the library and Rebecca showed Ricki where she would be. “It’s my favorite table,” she said. Then Ricki took off to explore the campus.

As she wandered about, she found herself overtaken by a group of students that seemed intent on a goal. The group of about twenty students, about 60% male, just moved on by her. As she reached the back of the group, a tall rugged looking jock looked at her and said, “Stay with the group Frosh,”

Ricki started to object, “But I am not…”

“Come on please, I need to keep you guys together. Stay with the group,”

Instead of fighting it Ricki went along with the flow. A couple of girls in the group latched onto her.

“Hi I am Belinda Andrews,” said a tall brunette.

“And I am Chen Li Ming,” a petite oriental girl said, with only the slightest of oriental accents.

“I am Ricki Davis. How are you two doing?”

“Great! Freshman orientation can be grueling, can’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know, I am a junior.”

“You’re already a junior. My gosh, what were you a child prodigy?” Li Ming asked.

“Oh no, I am a high school junior.”

Belinda looked at Ricki’s chest and giggling said, “I see they grow them big where ever you are from.”

“I am from New York, New York, and these kinda of run in the family.” Ricki giggled back.

“I am from Seattle,” Li Ming said.

“And I am from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. If you are not a freshman, how did you get in our group.”

Ricki did her best impression of Third of Five imitation, “We are Borg, You will be assimilated; resistance is futile.”

The girls laughed and giggled.

“Well just come with us and we will see if we can have some fun,” Li Ming said.

They each took one of Ricki’s arms and latched on to her.

They were led to an auditorium. The three girls sat together and Ricki told them her story (leaving certain things unsaid.) They chatted back and forth till several other groups had joined them in the auditorium. Several speakers came out to give these freshmen motivational talks and information. The last one was one of the Deans.

“I want to welcome this group of fine outstanding freshman to our University. You are the Future of the USC Trojans, as the torch is passed to you, we hope that you will take up the challenges of the future of our University, Our State and Our Country. You will be the leaders of your generation. My generation will look to you for solutions and guidance. It is with great joy that we call you Trojans.”

“I know the experience that you are going through can seem a bit daunting and some may despair, but hold true to your vision and strive to succeed.”

“As you leave here today, you will find tables where you will receive your schedules and room assignments, for your stay. Please stop by and pick up your packets. The rest of the day is free and you may make use of all our facilities. Thank you for choosing the University of Southern California.”

“Hey guys, you want to hang together this afternoon?” Li Ming asked, as they headed to the tables that were set up.

“Sure,” Belinda said.

“Oh heck, why not,” Ricki said.

“Then just wait for us Ricki, while Belinda and I register,” Li Ming said.

“Okay,”

Ricki stood around as her new friends went to register. She was lost in thought until she was disturbed.

“Having problems,” a girl who came up to her asked. “What is your name?”

“Hi, I am Ricky Davis.”

“Hi, I am Amy Phillips. The D’s are in that line.”

“Oh, I am not a freshman. I am a junior.”

“Wonderful Ricki, what is your major?”

“I don’t have a major; I am just a high school junior. My sister goes to USC and I am visiting her for the summer.”

“How did you wind up in the middle of Freshman Orientation?”

“Resistance was futile and I was assimilated by a Borg in red and gold.”

“Oh, one of our Jock councilors picked you up.”

“Yep.”

“Who is your sister?”

“Laura Davis.”

“Oh I know her, she is a Greek isn’t she.”

“A Greek?” Ricky asked.

“Members of a sorority or fraternity are sometimes referred to as a Greek.”

“Oh, ok. Yes she is a Greek then.”

“Well welcome to USC, Ricki,” Amy said, “I hope to see you again.” Amy then left and tended to other kids who looked like they needed help.

Belinda was through first, she and Ricki saw Li Ming leave one line and stand in a second line. She eventually joined them.

“Did you have problems, Li Ming?” Belinda asked.

“A few, it is how we write our names. You write your name with your surname last. Orientals have their surname first and their personal names last. My family’s name is Chen, so I stood in the C line, but someone had placed my packet in the M’s, under Ming. Do either of you have a car.”

“No I flew in; a school bus picked me up. My stuff is in the Lobby of my dorm.”

“I don’t have a license yet,” Ricki stated.

“I drove down from Seattle, so I have my car.” Li Ming said.

Li Ming and Belinda compared their room assignments. They were both in the same dorm but different floors.

The troop followed Li Ming, as she went to her car. It was a Chevy Impala that was a few years old, but appeared to be in excellent condition. Ricki checked her map and saw they were on the wrong side of campus. They climbed into Li Ming’s car and drove to the lot closest to the dorm.

On the way Ricki’s purse started playing, ‘Stairway to Heaven’. Ricki got her cell phone and saw that it was Rebecca.

“Hi Rebecca,” Ricki said. “Oh, I am with a couple of new friends. I ran into a couple of girls here for freshman orientation and we kind of fell into a group.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I can take a cab home. Okay, see ya.”

Ricki helped Belinda and Li Ming get their things to their rooms. The closest to the door was Belinda. She just opened her door and dropped her things off. Li Ming was one floor up.

“We are free for the rest of the day, let’s go get something to eat. Ricki do you know anyplace good?” Belinda asked.

“I know where a couple of burger joints are, a Chinese restaurant and a Pizza joint.”

“Pizza please, I eat Chinese all the time,” Li Ming said, with a smile.

The three girls headed out to Tony’s Pizza. After they got there and entered the restaurant, Ricki’s phone began playing ‘Devil in a Blue Dress’. She got her phone out and saw that it was her sister.

“Hey sis, how are you?”

“Okay, where are you?”

“I am at Tony’s Pizza with a couple of girls I met at USC.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No, not yet,” Ricki said. She looked over the crowd there and saw two people she knew. “Oh Stacy, Carrie and another girl I don’t know, are here.”

“What does she look like?”

“Tall, blonde, she looks like she could be a muscle builder. She is the most muscular girl I have ever seen up close.”

“Oh, that is Karen Graham. Tell them we will be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay, see ya.”

Ricki thought for about two seconds, then had an evil grin on her face and said. “Belinda and Li Ming would you guys like to play a trick on some friends?”

“Sure, as long as it isn’t hurtful,” Li Ming said.

“The girl on the end is Carrie Wright, the one in the middle is Stacy Lewis and the other girl is Karen Graham. Go up to them and act like your old friends. Stacy is the president of my sister’s sorority.”

The girls giggled and laughed at Ricki’s suggestion. “This will be good,” Belinda said.

Carrie, Stacy and Karen were deep in conversation. They were having a good time talking about guys they knew on campus and who would be better suited for whom. Li Ming and Belinda walked past the table and stopped.

“Oh my gosh; it is so good to see you three again,” Belinda said.

Stacy looked up, smiled at the girls and had a confused expression on her face. “Excuse me but do we know you two?”

“Sure, you’re Carrie Wright, Stacy Lewis and Karen Graham, right,” Li Ming said, as she pointed to each girl.

The three girls were really confused now. The two girls seemed to know them, but they were drawing blanks.

“Yeah, you’re sorority sisters, right and you Stacy, are president.”

“Yes, we are. I am so sorry. I don’t usually forget meeting people, but for the life of me, I don’t remember you two.”

“You’re kidding us of course, I am Belinda Andrews and this is my friend Chen Li Ming. We met you last semester on Campus.”

Stacy, Carrie and Karen were beginning to doubt their own sanity, till Stacy looked to the side and saw Ricki holding her camera phone up, recording all of this.

“Ricki! Get your pretty little butt over here,” Stacy said.

“Hi Stacy, Carrie and Karen,” Ricki said.

Karen was still at a loss and asked, “Who are you?”

“That is Ricki Davis, she is Laura Davis’ sister,” Stacy said.

“And I told my sister I saw you three. After I described you Karen, my sister told me who you were. I am sorry; I just had to pull this one on you. As the girls told you, this is Belinda Andrews and Chen Li Ming. I met them today on campus. They are here for freshman orientation.”

“You should be ashamed of yourself Ricki. I suppose you recorded the whole thing?” Stacy asked smiling.

“Guilty as charged.”

“Hi gang,” Laura said coming up behind everyone.

“Hey Laura, this is Belinda Andrews and Chen Li Ming, they will be freshmen this fall.” Ricki said “And this is my sister Laura, Cindy Long and Susan Cartwright.”

“Your sister was very bad, Laura,” Stacy said. “She had her friends come in and talk with us as if they knew us. We were thinking that we had lost our minds.”

“You mean you haven’t lost your minds?” Laura asked.

“Yes but even more so,” Stacy said. “All in all it was a good joke, Ricki. You had us scratching our heads and nobody got hurt.”

The girls moved several tables together and pizza started flying about. The sisters started to get to know the freshman and found that they liked the girls. Carrie was pledge mistress for their sorority and took an active role with these young girls. They were being grilled about who they were, where they were from, what they thought of USC, did they have a major in mind yet, how their grades were back home and if they had given any thought to joining a sorority.

Belinda and Li Ming were enthusiastically answering the sisters’ questions. Inwardly they had a little trepidation about being away from home and leaving all their friends behind. Going away for college can be daunting to freshmen. They were finding that when the fall semester started that they would already have a lot of friends waiting for them.

Everyone passed their cell phones around, to program their numbers and names into, with these new girls’ and wished them good luck.

“Well, I got to get home and change for my exercise class,” Laura said. “Susan can you take Ricki home?”

“Can do Laura.”

“What kind of exercise class do you go to?” Li Ming asked.

“I belly dance.”

“Oh how interesting,” Belinda said. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, you can say that, I love belly dancing. It is fun and a very good form of exercise. If you have trouble keeping your waist trim, then belly dancing can really help.”

Belinda didn’t have a large waist, but she did have a little roll when she wore her tight high waist jeans. “I might have to try that.”

“Yeah me too.” Li Ming added.

Laura left and the others began to slowly drift away. Belinda and Li Ming had to get back to the dorm. Susan and Cindy left with Ricki, to head to their home.

Chapter 12

The next morning, Laura asked if Ricki could vacuum and do the laundry, as they ate breakfast. They told Ricki how to tell their clothes apart. They had used a laundry marker to put their initials on the labels.

“Just hang or fold the clothes. Put the folded clothes on the bed and the hanging clothes on the hanger hooks, on the doors. Everyone will make their own beds and put their things up.” Laura said.

“Okay no problem.” Ricki said.

Ricki had sorted the clothes out and had already started the first load when the girls left for classes. Each girl had set a bag of clothes, a bag of lingerie and their sheets, set out in the hall upstairs.

In between loads, Ricki played a lesson from the belly dance DVD’s. She got all the laundry done, folded, sorted and delivered. Just before lunch, she vacuumed all the bedrooms, the hall and downstairs. She practiced her hip movements and the traveling steps, as she pushed the vacuum cleaner. Ricki thought it was funny, as she did hip thrusts and Egyptian steps, while she worked.

Rebecca called and said she couldn’t make it; she had a big research project to do. Ricki said it was alright. She changed into her tankini and headed out back, to the swimming pool. The pool was large, for an apartment complex, but less than a third of the size she was use to. She could dive in one end of the pool and dolphin underwater all the way to the other end. She found it a little more challenging to swim with these huge appendages on her chest. She found she had to adjust her strokes a little. She didn’t realize it, but with the adjustments she made, it actually helped her swim better. She swam back and forth, practicing her strokes. She had seen nobody while she swam, apparently everyone was at school or at work, in the middle of the day.

One someone did see her and watched her for quite a while. As he fantasized about her, he wanked himself off.

At about two thirty, Ricki called it a day at the pool and headed inside. Her shoulders and face were a little red from all the sun she had gotten. When she undressed, she saw her sunburn lines around the suit. After showering and shampooing, to get the chlorine out of her hair, she looked for something to help with the pain of the sunburn.

She did find some Solarcaine with aloe lotion (a topical antiseptic and lidocaine lotion for sunburns) to soothe her sun burned shoulders in her bathroom medicine cabinet. It felt so good going on. She would have to remember to buy some more medicated lotion to replace what she had used.

Ricki rinsed the chlorine out of her suit, squeezed the water out and hung it on a bar over the tub to dry. She went ahead and cleaned the bathroom Susan, Cindy and she used.

She found a light, cotton blend, sleeveless tank that didn’t irritate her shoulders too bad and she did have one strapless bra. When the summer was over, Ricky might have to use a spray tan to cover up his activities this summer. She then dressed in a denim mini and her sport shoes.

It was a little after three, so Ricki just practiced her belly dancing till she heard the back door open.

“My, you got some sun today, didn’t you,” Laura asked.

“Yes I did. I was in the pool for about two hours. Susan, or Cindy, I borrowed some Solarcaine from you. I will buy you some more.”

“Ok sweety, looks like you needed it, you might want to pick up a water proof, high SPF, (Sunburn Protection Factor, increases the amount of sun one can take without burning) sun blocker lotion too,” Susan said.

“Sorry, but we need to study real bad. Can you fix dinner in about an hour and a half?” Laura asked.

“No problem sis,” Ricki said. She went to the refrigerator to check what was available.

Ricki pulled out the fixings of a salad, some chicken breasts, and some fresh corn on the cob. She placed the corn in a pot of salted water. She then cut up an avocado, toasted some bread that she covered with a butter, garlic and salt mixture, to make croutons, tore some Romaine lettuce up and grated a block of parmesan cheese.

Twenty minutes before dinner, Ricki started the corn and grilled the chicken breasts, after rubbing them in spices. She then tossed the salad, added the croutons, dressing, grated cheese and sorted it out into four salad bowls. When the chicken was ready, she cut it into strips and placed them on top of the four salads she had made.

She set the food out and called out that dinner was ready.

While they were eating, Ricki’s phone rang. She noted that it was Li Ming.

“Hello Li Ming,”

“Hi Ricki, what are ya’ll doing?”

“Eating right now.”

“Can we come over; there isn’t anything to do on campus.”

“Let me let you talk to Laura,” Ricki said, as she handed her phone to Laura.

“Hi Li Ming… Do you two have swimming suits with you? Great, we can have a pool party.” Laura said, as she gave the girl directions over. “Be here about seven and you can get back to your dorm before the eleven o’clock curfew.”

“Belinda and Li Ming are coming over. Let’s get some munchies out and ice some drinks down,” Laura said.

Laura made a few more calls and then headed to her room, to get her suit on. Ricki went up and put her bikini on and a pair of flip-flops, then went to help in the kitchen.

Li Ming and Belinda showed up, as did a lot of the sisters. More sisters than Ricki knew. She was put in charge of a grill, by the pool, flipping the hamburgers, with Susan handling the food. On a table near by, were potato salad, baked bean, fixings and chips, along with a cooler of drinks.

Introductions were made and some girls hit the food with a vengeance, while others hit the pool.

After the food was all cooked, Ricki dove into the pool and took a half dozen quick laps to get the smell of smoke and food off of her. Up above, a curtain was slightly open and a camera quietly clicked away.

When Laura began to dance for the girls, Ricki couldn’t help to mimic her sister. She could see just how good Laura was, compared to her. Ricki’s actions did not go unnoticed by the sisters, who had her join Laura. At least Laura slowed down her movements enough, that Ricki had no problems. Laura smiled and was pleasantly surprised to see how well Ricki danced. It looked to her like Ricki had been going to classes for at least two or three months. Ricki was pretty sharp on her hip movements, albeit she didn’t have the skill too shift the routines into a fast mode. Her arm movements and chest movements though, needed a lot of work. Also she only seemed to know the basic core movements.

A couple of the other girls joined them and were a poor mimic to the Davis sisters, they were clowning a bit, but all of them had fun. Even Li Ming and Belinda gave it a go. Laura took time to teach them a few of the core movements. They were similar to some of the current dance moves on the club circuit. The two freshmen turned out to be pretty good, for neophytes.

Carrie cornered the two freshman girls and asked them to consider pledging this fall. The girls agreed that they would seriously consider her offer.

Ricki asked the girls if they wanted to come over tomorrow, but they both had to leave and head on home, after the freshman orientation was over, on Thursday. So at ten thirty, the girls gave everyone a hugs and kisses, before they had to go.

The sorority sisters had Ricki begin the clean up by herself, as they met to talk over what they thought of the girls. They also had more than a few compliments to give Laura about Ricki and sorely wished that she had been born a girl. She had brought them two very nice prospects and did whatever she could to help out.

As Ricki started taking things in, a camera continued to click away.

Chapter 13

The next morning Ricki got up and took her bubble bath, shampooed and conditioned her hair; last night she had only rinsed the chlorine out of her hair.

When she finally came downstairs, the other girls were already dressed and fixing breakfast. All three girls thanked Ricki for helping them yesterday and for introducing two really nice prospects.

“Ricki, I am really proud of you too. All of the sisters really liked you. They especially liked how you pitched in and helped with all the preparation. That party came on really short notice. Carrie and Stacy wanted all the girls to get to know Li Ming and Belinda.”

Ricki blushed and said, “I really had a lot of fun helping out. You have some really cool sisters, Sis.”

“They think I have a really cool sister too, Ricki. Where did you learn to belly dance?”

“From the exercise DVD’s I found here.”

“You have only been here for six days, how many discs have you gone through.

“Just the first, I want to go back through the first again, before I start the second.”

“You ought to come with me tonight then, put on that gold bikini top and a pair of shorts, Ricki.”

Cindy and Laura headed upstairs for a minute. Susan came around and gave Ricki a probing kiss, holding their two bodies together tightly. Ricki just melted under Susan’s passion. She would have done anything Susan would have asked of her, after that kiss.

Catching her breath, Susan said. “Ricki, come what may, I really love you so much, it hurts.”

“I really can’t believe all of this Susan. It is incredible, what I feel for you and how you make me feel. I love you so much too; I just can’t find the right words to say.”

One last hug and Susan said, “Hold that thought girl. I will see you after classes.”

After the girls left for college, Ricki stripped off to her panties and bra. She then started the first of the belly dancing discs and went straight through the whole disc. She fast-forwarded through the subsequent stretching routines, only just stretching out an abused muscle, occasionally. She felt better after finishing her routine today; her abdomen was a little tight, but not sore.

Looking at herself in a mirror, her already slim waist, seemed a bit slimmer. After showering and taking her vitamins, as she had the past five days, she stepped on the scales in the bathroom. She guessed she might have picked up a pound or two. It was just hard to tell.

At noon it was apparent that Rebecca couldn’t come pick her up, so she texted her sister and Rebecca, that she was taking a taxi to campus. Her nails looked good, but would need to be redone later tonight. Ricki was beginning to get pretty good at her makeup. She liked the way she looked; she began to wish that this didn’t have to end. She didn’t know if she wanted to fully become a girl or not, it was too early for her to tell. She just liked looking and acting like a girl, that much she did know. She then dressed in a skirt, blouse, a pair of pantyhose and her Nikes.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the front where the taxi would arrive. She was just a minute or two early. She noticed the looks she got from other tenants, guys and girls.

On campus, Ricki first headed to the campus bookstore and browsed her way through it. She made sure to pick up more Cardinal and gold nail polish. She also bought a few USC T-shirts, a book or two for her to read, and other odds and ends. Ricki then headed over to the student center.

Inside the student center she found the coffee shop and sat down with a cup of Mocha Latte. She pulled out one of the paperback books she bought and started to read it. About a third of the way through the novel she heard.

“Hi Ricki.”

Ricki looked up to see Candace smiling at her and heading her way.

“Hi Candace, how are you.”

“I am doing very good, I missed you the last two days, how are you girl?” Candace asked, after she hugged and kissed Ricki’s cheek. She then sat next to her.

“I am doing great. I made a couple of friends, the day before. They were a couple of freshman here for orientation.”

“Oh my, how did you get mixed up with that group?”

“I sort of got assimilated by a group going to the auditorium. I wound up in there, as the group was given a welcome and pep talk.”

“Are you thinking of coming to college here?”

“I haven’t given it much thought yet. I guess it is about time for me to do that. I really like USC, I think.”

“Yeah, they run those orientations to help freshmen get acclimated and comfortable on campus. It seems you are quite comfortable here.”

“Being here with my sister and her friends, makes it easier.”

“How was it back at your high school, Ricki?”

“Oh, I have a few friends, mostly girls, but no best friends forever. I can’t believe how easily I have made friends here. It isn’t that way at home.”

“I can’t believe that, you seem so vivacious and open to me.”

“I can’t believe it either, Candace. I don’t know why, but I am a lot different now, and I find I like being the way I am now. Before I was always a bit of a bore, or a nerd, if you know what I mean.”

“We grow a bit every day. We have to learn how to live, where we fit in and how to make our place in the world, Ricki. It is good for you to find your place.”

Ricki really liked Candace; she was so easy to talk to and really made her think. They talked for about an hour more, before her phone started playing ‘Pretty Woman’. She checked her phone and smiled broadly, as she saw that it was Susan.

“Hi Susan. Yeah, I am on campus, in the student center. Ok I will stay right here.”

“I see you have a friend coming over and I need to get ready for class,” Candace said, as she hugged Ricki.

Candace really liked Ricki; she seemed like a really nice person. There were some things about her that didn’t add up, but nothing she could put her finger on. She didn’t know why Rebecca wanted her to meet and befriend her, but she was glad having made friends with her.

She stood off and observed the girl from a distance. She saw Susan Cartwright, Cindy Long and Laura Davis come in and greet the girl. Susan seemed somewhat enamored with the girl, she thought. Maybe that is the reason. Candace headed off to class thinking about Ricki.

“Tomorrow we don’t have classes, Ricki,” Laura said. “You can come to campus with us, but we need to spend about half a day in the library studying. After that, we can show you the swimming pool we have. How does that sound?”

“Okay, if I bring my swimsuit and a towel with me, can I change in the locker room.”

“Sure, just be sure you don’t gawk at the other girls,” Laura said in a whisper. “It’s just us girls after all.”

They sat and talked for a while. Cindy had bought a latte for Laura, Susan and herself. Ricki passed on having another so soon.

The four of them left to go home, so Laura and Ricki could get ready for belly dance class.

Laura got her bag and had Ricki dress in her gold bikini top, one of her USC T-shirts and a pair of cardinal running shorts. Susan, who had never gone to one of Laura’s classes, wanted to go tonight. Laura giggled and said, “Sure you can come along Susan, that would be great.”

Laura drove the troop to the location where classes were held. Inside there were several girls already dressed in various belly-dancing outfits. Others were heading to the changing room. Ricki just pulled off her T-shirt and waited with Susan. When the instructor arrived and saw that most of her girls were ready, she called for their attention.

“Hello girls, it is good to see all of you. I see that I have two new dancers, can somebody introduce them.”

Laura held up her hand and said, “I can Mrs. Lively. The cute one in the gold top, is my sister Ricki and the blonde, in the blue blouse, is one of my roommates, Susan.”

“Well it is good to have some new dancers to teach.” Mrs. Lively said.

“Oh, I am not here to learn to dance. I am here to watch my friends.”

“Susan, we do not have observers at my class. If you come, you dance. Isn’t that right girls.”

They all chorused yes.

Susan looked at how all the girls were dressed. They all had fancy bras on. Some had filmy skirts on, some had gauzy pants.

Susan had a plain T-shirt bra on, under a cotton blend blouse and a mini skirt, so she just took off her blouse.

Sarah Lively had Ricki and Susan stand up front and to one side. She had one of her senior students work with them, as she worked with her regular students. All of them did their stretches, and began their lesson slowly. Sarah could see that Susan was a raw beginner. She was graceful and limber, but a beginner none the less. Ricki was another story altogether. What that girl lacked in grace, she made up in ability. She already looked like an early intermediate student.

Sarah had Laura take over her advanced class and she took Ricki aside. That let her other senior student have her way with Susan.

Sarah had Ricki do her core movements. Ricki didn’t understand all the names of the movements that Sarah used, but after a demonstration, she was able to do the movements. Sarah drove the girl hard, trying to get her doing the movements faster and more gracefully. Ricki gave it her all and then tried a little harder.

“Smile Ricki, give me a big beaming smile. Show me how much you enjoy the dance.”

Ricki smiled bigger and bigger as she worked out harder. Mrs. Lively was working her much harder than the DVD’s did. The muscles of her abdomen were screaming back at her.

Sarah saw her discomfort increasing and pushed just a little harder, before letting up on the girl. She had a big smile on her face, as she hugged the sweating girl. She separated her two new students and with a hand on both of their shoulders said, “You were very good Ricki, where did you learn to dance?”

“My sister has some DVD’s at home. I have been working out with them for a week.”

“Only a week? I have had students attend for months that have not done as well. You must come back, Ricki. I would like you to come to my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday classes.” She turned to Susan and said, “I would like to see you on Wednesday and Fridays.”

“But…”

“You looked good, Susan; you just need to learn a bit more and a lot of practice.”

“But…”

“Now, I expect to see you sweety.” Sarah said, in an authoritative manner.

“Alright…”

Laura was just beside herself seeing her friend sweat. It was hard for her to not laugh out loud. She had tried to get Susan to come before and now she had her. Susan didn’t exercise enough; she had a good diet, which kept her weight down at least, Laura thought. Well, that is over now.

Susan heard Laura snickering, and looked at her, blowing the girl a good raspberry.

Ricki did her best to look as angelic and innocent as she could, but her smile betrayed her feelings. She loved the idea that she and Susan would be working out together.

At home, Ricki took as hot a bath as she could stand. She found it hard to bend at the waist, in any direction. She just leaned back and let the warmth loosen her muscles.

There was a knock at the door and before she could answer, Susan opened the door.

“Move over Ricki, I hurt so much, I need a good hot soak too.”

“But…”

“I already talked to your sister. She couldn’t stop snickering at me. There is nothing you can do right now, and I don’t feel like doing anything either. So move over,” Susan said. The last bit was a command.

Ricki moved over. This bathtub was large, but not large enough for two people really. She had to tuck herself under Susan’s arm to fit well, but that wasn’t too bad really, was it. She just smiled as she tried to meld her body into Susan’s and only kissed her left breast tenderly once.

Susan felt a jolt to her very core at that kiss. She had never felt anything like that in all her sexual experience. She would swear it was almost a magical kiss. If her sides didn’t hurt, she would have ravaged the kisser.

They soaked together for about forty minutes, adding hot water to the tub as it cooled. They then washed each others back, shampooed and conditioned each others hair, and dried each other off. Susan was careful drying off Ricki’s shoulders. There were a few blisters and her skin was peeling. When Ricki was dry, Susan applied Solarcaine to her shoulders.

Laura was outside the door, when the girls emerged wearing robes and their hair wrapped in turbans.

“We didn’t do the nasty Laura. We just soaked and held each other.”

“I know, I just wanted to say how proud I was of the two of you. Especially you Susan, I am always proud of Ricki. I could see how hard Emily was being with you two and it was harder for both of you when Mrs. Lively started working with you Ricki.” Laura said. She gave Susan a tremendous hug, and then gave her sister the same.

Susan was almost in tears. Ricki had a huge smile on her face. The two hugged and kissed before heading to bed.

Chapter 14

The next day Ricki got a gym bag from Laura and packed her suit, cap and goggles, a towel, the novel she was reading and enough cosmetics to do her face. Then she dressed in a USC T-shirt and shorts.

The four girls piled into Laura’s six-year-old Lincoln Town Car and headed to campus.

Ricki found the student center busier today than it had been the other times she had been there. She saw one guy playing an acoustic guitar and singing. There were several students that looked out of it and were just resting. There were many students studying in groups here and there.

Guys everywhere, were flirting with and hitting on girls. Ricki had to fend off advances several times, from amorous suitors. Ricki ignored several and told some just to leave her alone. One guy, she had to threaten with castration, before he would leave her alone. He left muttering G** Da** Cu**, F****n Lez Bitch and sleazy skank. Ricky would have been all over a guy saying that to any girl. He would have probably been wiped all over the floor by that guy; but still that guy wasn’t worth the air he was breathing.

But still, there were a lot of good kids hanging around the Student Center. Ricki enjoyed hanging around there. She bought another mocha latte, took out her novel and waited for her sister and friends.

About one o’clock, Ricki’s phone started playing ‘Devil in a Blue Dress’. “Hello Laura.”

“Meet us outside, we are coming back from the car.”

“On my way.”

Together they headed for the pool. Ricki was a little self conscious, as they entered the ladies locker room, but nobody paid her any attention except Susan and her sister. When Ricki pulled out her competition swimsuit, her sister’s eyebrows rose. The suit was a cardinal and gold racer back design, but the legs extended all the way to mid calf on Ricki.

Ricki loved the 50 meter pool when she saw it. The pool they had used at school was only twenty-five meters. She went all the way to the blocks, to jump into the pool. The lane marker buoys were not there, but the bottom of the pool was marked. She stood on the platform, got in the start position and at some arbitrary sound she heard, she launched herself forward. Her dive was practiced and she was fluid in the air. She entered the water with a minimum of splash and dolphined till she was well past the ten meter mark. She swam with the freestyle stroke for the first fifty meters and turned doing the backstroke. She went at a little over half speed for her, just to warm up her muscles.

Vanessa Adams, USC’s women’s swimming coach, sat on the bleachers watching the action. She wondered about the girl in the competition swimsuit. She liked her grace and style as she launched herself off the blocks. Her form on the freestyle, while not the best she had seen, was very good. She saw the girl get back up on the blocks. Vanessa blew her whistle, when the girl got into the ready position, clicked her stopwatch and saw the girl launch again.

Ricki didn’t know who blew the whistle, but that was as good as any start signal she would get. She really dug into her strokes this time. The first 50 she swam the butterfly. Damn she thought these breasts were really a drag, literally. She could tell they were slowing her down as she swam and the extra floatation made it hard to keep her head down. Ricki had to make adjustments to her form. She gave it her best effort. She tucked and turned at the wall and went into the backstroke. She had never competed in the 200 individual medley; before she just didn’t have the times she needed for competition. She had a good leg on the backstroke, and at the turn, she went into the breast-stroke. Her lack of swimming practice was beginning to show, as she slowed a bit. At the far wall she turned and started the freestyle leg. Her oxygen debt was growing, but she pressed on as she hit her second wind. She touched wall and had just enough strength to hang on the wall, as she was spent.

Coach Adams clicked her stopwatch when the girl she was watching, touched the wall. She looked at her stopwatch, 2:39:47, not earth shattering, but something the girl could build on.

“Alice.”

“Yes coach.”

“Find out who that girl over on lane two is.”

“Sure thing coach.”

Alice ran down the bleachers and trotted over to the girl trying to catch her breath.

“Need a hand up?” Alice asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Ricki said, as she took the girls hand.

Alice helped haul Ricki out of the pool, “You looked pretty good out there.”

“I was sluggish on a couple of legs.”

“Yes, but your form was better than a lot of people I have seen. I am Alice Patterson.”

“I am Ricki Davis.”

“Why aren’t you on the swim team here?”

Ricki laughed a bit and said. “I don’t go to USC; I am a junior in high school. I am just visiting my sister this summer.”

Alice perked up and said, “Great, maybe you can come here and swim for us when you do graduate. Where do you go to school?”

“Back in New York City.”

“Oh my, you are a long way from home. Why don’t you come on up and say hi to Coach Adams?”

“Sure, why not.”

Ricki followed Alice up the bleachers to Coach Adams, who smiled as the girls approached her.

“Hi, I am Vanessa Adams, coach of the women’s swimming team.”

“I am Ricki Davis; I am a junior in high school, in New York City.”

“Your time is pretty good for a high schooler, 2:39:47.”

“She is visiting her sister who goes to college here at USC, coach.” Alice added.

“What high school do you go to, if you stay this good and have good grades, maybe we can work out a scholarship deal for you.”

“I don’t know coach; I don’t know what I will do with swimming.” Ricki was clearly nervous about this. “Let me talk it over with my sister and parents first.” Ricki was trying to be non committal about this.

“It won’t hurt to look into it.”

“I will be here all summer, let me talk with my family first.”

“Ok. Anyway you looked good Ricki.”

“Thank you.”

Ricki headed back down to the pool. Laura and Susan asked what that was all about.

“They were trying to recruit me for their swimming team.”

“That is good,” Susan said.

“No it isn’t Susan, think about it,” Laura said.

“Oh right.”

Coach Adams made some notes; she would have to call her friend in New York later today.

Ricki swam another eighteen hundred meters at a more leisurely pace, about half speed, except for about eight laps, where she pushed to about three quarters speed. She hadn’t been able to really swim in over three weeks. It felt good for her.

The girls helped Ricki in the shower, they all showered together. Laura was a little nervous about being naked in front of Ricki, but felt she had too, to help be camouflage for her.

Alice came into the showers, but took little notice of the girls, except a glance at Ricki. Ricki wasn’t a natural Auburn it seemed.

Several other girls showered with them and paid no attention to Ricki. Ricki dressed and went over to the mirrors, where the girls did their makeup. Ricki kept it simple and did a good job.

Coach Adams, in her office, picked up her phone to call a friend. “Hello Beck, this is Vanessa, how are you?”

“Oh hi Nessa. I am doing fine, how are things at USC?”

“We had a good year, and we are looking to do better. Listen, the reason I called is, that I want to check on a student who goes to school in New York City. A Ricki Davis, I saw Ricki swimming and while not great, Ricki has very good form and lots of potential. Check on high school swimming teams. If you find the school, find out what kind of student Ricki is. I am told that Ricki will be a junior this year.”

“Ok, I will find out what I can, without violating the students privacy. I can’t get the student’s school records without a signed permission, but I can ask around. Give me a week.”

“Great Beck, I owe you about a hundred thanks.”

“I just like helping students get a good education at a good school, Vanessa.”

“Me too, Becky. Me too.”

In the car on the way home, Laura asked Ricki how her swim session went.

“Pretty good, I could have swum faster without these,” Ricki said indicating her bosom. “But I did pretty good. In fact the extra buoyancy on the chest, might have helped me a little on the butterfly and the breaststroke. I had to make several adjustments to the way I did things, and I think those things really helped.”

“Well, we think you did good, none of the other girls seemed to notice anything different. Tell me more about Coach Adams, Ricki,” Laura asked.

“Well, apparently she timed me when I did the IM.”

“What is an IM?” Susan asked.

“It is an individual medley, you swim four laps doing first the butterfly, the backstroke, breaststroke and finally freestyle. She said I swam it in 2:39 and some change. It wouldn’t have beaten any of the guys back home and I never swam it in any competition, but I haven’t done any real swimming in three weeks, so that’s pretty good. She wanted to know which school I went too and what kind of grades I made. I put her off though, I told her I had to talk to my family before I could talk with her about it.”

Laura hoped that put her off, but she knew how aggressively college coaches recruited female athletes. It had a lot to do with Title IX. That act dealt with fairness in athletic programs and how they dealt with scholarships for female athletes. She didn’t understand the whole deal, but she knew it was important to the female coaches.

For many years seventy to ninety percent of athletic scholarships went to males. They also took the lion’s share of the school’s athletic budget. Yes football and men’s basketball brought in more revenue than field ladies volley ball or ladies basketball. At least there was a lot of interest in ladies gymnastics, but for too long, the boys had it all. Title IX sought to correct the imbalance, so girls who could not otherwise go to college, had a chance with an athletic scholarship.

At home Laura, Cindy and Susan took a nap, so Ricki decided to fix dinner for them. She took some fresh spinach and added the rest of the Romaine lettuce. She sliced a cucumber, half an onion, grated a couple of carrots, made some croutons, shredded some cheese over a salad bowl. She took out some beef cutlets, spiced them up a bit, breaded and pan-fried them, while cooking a can of sweet corn and sweet peas.

The smell of food brought the girls downstairs. They helped Ricki get everything on the table. Laura set the tableware; Susan made a pitcher of sugar free lemonade, and Cindy tossed the salad, got out the salad dressings and helped bring the food to the table.

“We could get use to this, not having to cook everyday,” Cindy said.

“Yeah it may not be Cordon Blu, but it is pretty good,” Susan said.

“Mom taught both of us how to cook,” Laura said. “Ricki is pretty good, but Mom was great, she could be anybody’s sous chef.”

“Really, why isn’t she?” Susan asked.

“She still loves to cook, but it is incredibly stressful in the kitchen of a four star restaurant. She tried it for a while and then told her chef where he could stick his French chef knife and it wasn’t in his butcher’s block,” Laura said.

“Mom never told me that.”

“Well she was just telling me not to let men walk all over me. Men were good for some things and are handy to keep around, but she said that I wasn’t any man’s door mat.”

“Dad is a pretty good man and father,” Ricki said. “He never felt he had to prove himself to anyone but his family.”

“He is one in a million Ricki.”

After diner, Cindy and Susan took care of the kitchen, Laura cleaned the table off and the girls got back to studying. Summer classes can be so brutal.

Susan changed and headed off to belly dancing class.

So Ricki cleaned off her nail polish and worked on her nails. Cindy took time to show Ricki how to polish her nails a little better.

Ricki then went up to her room to practice her makeup. She tried to match what she had seen the other girls wear and tried to adapt it to her colors. She never knew that this could be so much fun. She had seen her sister spend hours playing with her face, learning how to use her makeup. She would smile excitedly and run to show Mom, or Dad and even Ricky, what she had done. Now Ricki was beginning to understand her excitement.

When she had a look she was particularly proud of, she went downstairs to show her sister.

“Hey Sis, how is this look?”

“Wow, it took me months to get my eyes that good, Ricki. You really surprise me.”

Cindy just stared in awe at Ricki. “Are you sure you have never done this before.”

“No Cindy, this is my first time doing anything feminine.”

It’s not perfect, but you are better than a lot of college girls.”

“Thank you.”

Ricki’s face brightened, as Susan came in the front door. Ricki skipped over to her and hugged her tightly.

“How are you doing baby?”

“A little sore, but I think that I will live.”

“Turn around and cross your arms in front of your chest.”

Susan did as Ricki asked. Ricki then reached around Susan and picked her up. She could feel the tightness in Susan. She shook Susan once up and down and it felt like a zipper came undone, as her back stretched out.

“Eeeeep,” Susan said, and then, “Wow, that is amazing.”

Ricki then began to massage Susan’s lower back and sides. Susan moaned loudly, as Ricki hit and massaged Susan’s sore spots.

“Susan hush, if you moan any louder the people in the next apartment complex over might think we are having an orgy,” Cindy said.

“Let them, this feels sooooo wonderful.”

“Go take a hot bath baby,”

Susan turned and pulled Ricki to her and gave her a scorching kiss.

“You two, get a room,” Laura said, “No belay that, don’t get a room, just stop that in front of us. It’s not fair.”

Susan let go of Ricki, who was almost a puddle on the floor, her eyes were glazed over and there was no strength in her legs. Susan supported her for several seconds, till she got her feet under her.

“Look at what you did Susan, Ricki had worked on her face for over an hour and a half. She looked so good and now…” Laura said.

The lipstick Ricki put on, had blended with Susan’s and her mouth looked almost like a clowns, after their makeup had smeared.

“It…sss sokay sis, Sheeee can kisssss meee like thaaattt anytimeee.”

Susan looked at Ricki’s face, “Wow your eyes look simply divine Ricki. I just love what you did. That deserves another kiss.”

Susan gave Ricki a more sedate (barely) kiss. Ricki had a silly grin on her face, as Susan broke it off to go up stairs.

Chapter 15

Saturday was a day of rest for the girls. First they hit the mall; they visited all the clothing stores just looking. Ricki bought a black semi-transparent, cover-up jacket and matching sarong, to go with her bikini. She also bought plenty of SPF 30 sunscreen, because her shoulders were peeling like crazy. Laura picked up a new skirt and blouse, Cindy bought some shoes and Susan picked up some jewelry for herself and Ricki.

After leaving the mall, they hit the grocery. Laura let Ricki help select the produce and meat. She was surprised by the healthy choices she made. She also had a very good eye for quality vegetables.

“Where did you learn to eat right? You use to be a burger, fries and shakes kinda guy,” Laura asked

“I don’t know, I just feel better, when I am eating better. After you went off to college, Mom started taking me grocery shopping. She made me pick out the veggies, if they weren’t good, she would make me go back till I got it right. She also gave me a lesson on lean meats.”

“Are you losing weight?” Cindy asked.

“No, I have gained a pound or two, my abdominals have tightened up. I lost an inch at the waist. I now have a twenty-six inch waist. I measured.”

“Where did you gain?” Laura asked.

“My thighs and chest, I don’t know about my hips, they are padded.”

Susan was looking at his thighs, “at least you don’t have thunder thighs. I think they look rather nice.”

“Sort of like a female athlete’s thighs,” Cindy said.

“I have been using different muscles and using muscles differently since I started dancing.”

“You can say that again,” Laura added, remembering the days after she had begun to belly dance.

The last thing they bought at the store, was two flats of a nutrient supplement drink. Ricki protested, but the girls insisted he drink one of the cans a day.

After they got home and put up things. They made Ricki get undressed. Susan got out her solvent and they remove the breastforms and faux vagina. Ricki was embarrassed and put on a pair of loose fitting panties. Laura took the solvent and put it in her room.

They weighed him and measured him. Ricky was about two pounds heavier and an inch narrower at the waist. His hips and chest measurements were maybe a quarter of an inch larger from the first measurements. This time they did measure his thighs, calves and arms. If he gained or lost weight they wanted to know where. Laura couldn’t believe how thin Ricky was, but he looked to be in good condition.

They made him take a warm bath, while they cleaned the breastforms and faux vagina. After he dried off, he insisted that they reattach his curves and he became Ricki again, in his mind. She felt absolutely naked without them.

“Every Saturday we will do the same Ricki,” Laura said. “We want to keep up with how you are doing.”

They were amazed at how easily the seams seemed to disappear after the tacked the edges down and reapplied the semi-permanent makeup they had. Ricki just had a tan from the bottom of her boy-cut panty and above the tankini with two thin stripes where the straps went over her shoulder.

They then weighed Ricki with all the silicone on and took note of her weight.

Laura noticed how her brother/sister changed, as the breast forms were first attached. She could see the tension in his shoulders disappear, the smile reappeared on his face and he took on a more feminine posture. She wondered where this would end.

Susan checked the vitamin bottles and was pleased to see that Ricki was definitely taking them, as they had prescribed.

Everyone got dressed in their bikinis, they got Ricki to put on her cardinal and gold bikini, it really looked good on her. Then they headed out to the pool to catch the last rays of the sun. As the lights came on, they got a volley ball and passed it back and forth in the pool, not really competing at it.

Sunday, they all slept in, Ricki was first up at nine-thirty. She had taken a bath and gotten dressed before anyone else stirred. Ricki just had some coffee ready, when the rest came down.

After breakfast, the girls got their books and started studying. Ricki made room in the living room and played disc two. Laura would stop what she was doing and correct Ricki’s form. Ricki went through four lessons before taking a break and making chicken salad sandwiches, butternut squash soup (from a carton) and a veggie platter.

Laura, Cindy and Susan ate while they worked. Ricki took this time to shower. After makeup and dressing, she went down to the kitchen to do prep work on a vegetable lasagna that used zucchini. She got it to the point that it was ready for the oven and covered it, placing it in the refrigerator.

She sat on the couch and Laura, who had finished her schoolwork, sat next to her sister.

“Oh, summer classes can be so exasperating, Ricki. You get all the same material you would normally have three months to learn, in six weeks. Then you start the second summer semester, with the same deal.”

“I understand Laura. So where are your boyfriends?”

“Jason Craine is home for the summer, Debbie had to go too. Some students have to work hard to go to college. Summers give them time to earn extra dollars. Others like to party and it is hard to take classes in the summer and party. Cindy’s boyfriend left for a Canadian vacation and Susan was in between at the time you came.” Laura looked over her shoulder, Susan was gone, but her books were still open on the table. “I have never seen Susan happier, Ricki. Don’t get hurt and please don’t hurt Susan. I love you both.”

“I’ll do my best Sis. That is all I can do.”

“I know you will squirt. Let’s go for a walk.”

Laura and Ricki went for a walk around the condo complex and the neighborhood.

“Ricki tell me, do you really believe Dad is alright?”

“I am not sure. I guess that is what I want to believe. You know Dad, he feels he has to be strong for all of us.”

Laura’s eyes misted over, as she thought about her Dad. “Yes I know Dad. He is pretty good for an old man, and I know he really loves Mom and us.”

“What would he say about me?”

“He would love his second pretty daughter.”

“In my heart I think Dad is dying.”

“I think so too Ricki. We will need to be strong for Mom.”

Back at the apartment, Cindy had found the Vegetable Lasagna and had placed it in the oven. She had a salad prepared and was steaming some broccoli and Brussels sprouts. Susan was making garlic bread from a French loaf and a garlic/basil butter spread she had made. The smells coming out of the kitchen were intoxicatingly delicious.

After dinner, Susan and Ricki sat together on the couch. Ricki was tucked in underneath Susan’s arm. They spent some of their time kissing and hugging. In between sessions, they talked about their lives. Ricki found out that Susan wanted to be a business executive. Her family, while not wealthy, was quite well off. Ricki told Susan about her family and Ricky’s high school years. Ricki wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. She explained about how she felt about her current situation.

“I don’t know, but I like looking like a girl. At this moment, I can’t see me any other way. Will you still love me like this?”

“I would love you if you were a guy covered in ugly hair and warts. I could love you if you won the Miss USA pageant. I will love you period Ricki.”

Ricki and Susan fell asleep in each others arms. They both looked so peaceful, that Laura and Cindy just left them alone. They woke about one in the morning and went up to Ricki’s bed. They took off their outer clothes and fell asleep holding each other.

Chapter 16

Monday morning Ricki woke to a warm kiss. When her eyes fluttered open, she saw Susan smiling at her.

“Morning baby, how are you?” Susan asked.

“Hmmm, I feel so good. I love you.”

“I love you too,” and after a quick kiss, she hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

Ricki also needed to heed the call of nature, so she donned a robe and headed downstairs, to the half bath there. After relieving herself, she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Oh my god, I am a mess.” She had failed to clean off her makeup again before going to bed. She took time to wash and cleanse her face. She was lucky the girls kept some cleanser, astringent and moisturizer in the half bath.

She went from the half bath to the kitchen and put on some coffee, and started on breakfast. She wanted something different, so she made Banana Coconut bakes and some chocolate cookie oatmeal.

Laura, Cindy and Susan came down dressed and helped serve breakfast.

“Oh my, I haven’t seen bananas like this before, smells delicious,” Cindy said.

“Hmmm, it is delicious,” Susan said. “The oatmeal is good too, and it has been years since I ate oatmeal.”

“Mom was always creative, when it came to meals,” Laura said. “It rubbed off on us kids. I guess I have forgotten how good it can be. Thank you Ricki, for taking the effort to cook for us.”

Ricki got hugs and kisses from all the girls. They stayed long enough to help clear off the table. Ricki rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

After everyone had left, she started to clean up the condo. She gathered all the girl’s dirty clothes and then did the laundry. It took a little effort to sort the clothes by owner and to wash, fold and hang all the clothes. In between washing and drying, she had managed to vacuum the downstairs, doing Turkish bumps and Egyptian steps. After delivering the clothes, she stripped the beds and set fresh bed linen on each girl’s bed. She started the sheets washing and vacuumed the bedrooms and cleaned the bathrooms.

She took time to drink one of her drinks, take her vitamins and worked on her belly dancing. She replayed the second disk all the way through, for two hours. She thought she was getting pretty good at it. Her movements were beginning to feel more natural and fluid.

Then she took her warm bubble bath, shampooed and conditioned her hair, before dressing and doing her makeup.

It was getting close to three, so she made a light snack for when her friends and sister got home. She made tuna salad sandwiches, a veggie tray with ranch dressing and some fried mushrooms and zucchini.

There were five girls that entered the condo. Rebecca and Beverly, a girl she had only met at the pool party, came in with Laura, Cindy and Susan.

Ricki hugged and greeted all the girls and made two more plates of snacks for the two, as they sat around the kitchen table to study. She gave them their room to study. She went upstairs and packed her gym bag with clothes and a towel, for her belly dancing class.

At five she went down stairs to fix dinner. While fixing snacks, she had cut up some chicken breasts and set aside half the vegetables she had sliced, to make a stir fry. She added some fresh peanuts, peanut oil, peanut butter and traditional spices

Beverly stayed for dinner, but Rebecca had to leave to get ready for night classes. Beverly raved over the dinner; Laura, Cindy and Susan just smiled at Ricki.

At six thirty, Laura and Ricki left for belly dancing class, leaving Cindy and Susan with the clean up.

“I am having to come in and help teach, to pay for your belly dancing classes, squirt.”

“I am sorry Laura; I still have two thousand in traveler’s checks and about a hundred and twenty in cash. I can help pay.”

“No, keep your money, Mrs. Lively just wants someone to help with the classes, while she works with you. You are better than most of the beginners.”

“Oh, okay.”

After the stretching routine, Ricki was asked to join Mrs. Lively. She gave Ricki a belt with bells, beads, coins and other jangles that made noise.

“Here, this is for you; I want you to wear it whenever you practice. It will remind you to keep your hip movements sharp, when you hear it.”

The belt fit very tight just above mid hip. She gave her hips a cabaret shimmy after she got the belt on and smiled at the noise she was making now.

Ricki worked for the next hour and a half, learning movements and their nomenclature for the style of belly dancing, Mrs. Lively taught. There were slight differences between what the disc called the movements and what Mrs. Lively taught. Even the way some of the movements were made was slightly different, for the same movement the discs taught. While they worked, Mrs. Lively gave Ricki a short history of belly dancing and taught her about the different forms and styles of belly dancing.

Ricki was amazed that the woman could talk about the dance, teach her the movements, correct her and keep an eye on the other students at the same time. The woman was really great at multitasking. Mrs. Lively pressed Ricki harder than the tapes did and she was pleased at the progress that girl was showing.

This girl could be the star of my classes in a year, Mrs. Lively thought to herself, as she taught. She is a natural born dancer.

This class had more chest, arm and shoulder movements. Areas that Ricki sorely needed, but due to her swimming, the movements began to come easier. Laura glanced over and smiled, when she saw how well her sister was doing.

When they were done for the evening, Mrs. Lively made Laura and Ricki wait.

“I need to get measurements from you two. I want both of you to dance with us on the forth of July. Laura, I want you to be one of the feature dancers and Ricki will be in the troupe. I see you like red and gold Ricki,” Mrs. Lively said, looking at Ricki’s nails.

“Cardinal red and Gold, Mrs. Lively, Ricki has adopted USC’s colors on her own,” Laura said.

“Ah, yes I see, Cardinal red and gold,” Sarah said. She thought in her mind about having the sisters in mirror outfits, cardinal/gold and gold/cardinal.

Mrs. Lively measured Ricki in more places than she had ever been measured before. The new sites included biceps, forearm, wrists, neck, trunk, her hips at three different points, ankles and from ankle to her second toe.

Chapter 17

Tuesday through Thursday was a repeat of the previous week. Ricki would play her, yes she thought of them as hers now, belly-dancing discs after breakfast. Then after lunch, either Rebecca picked her up, or she took a taxi to campus. She met her friend Candace, on Tuesday and Thursday. She liked talking to Candace; they seemed to do a lot of talking. Wednesday she swam in her tankini at the condo’s pool, after they got home. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, she went with Laura to her belly dancing class. She got a call from Li Ming on Thursday; they talked for about a half hour. She found out that Li Ming and Belinda have talked twice since they went home. They were becoming fast friends, it seemed.

Vanessa Adams answered her home phone, “Hello.”

“Hi Nessa, its Becky. How are you doing?”

“Great and how are you.”

“Doing good Nessa. I found a Ricky Davis for you. Are you recruiting for the guys now? Anyway this Ricky is a swimmer and had fairly good times for a sophomore. He is good at freestyle, but is not as fast as his teammates are. He is very good on the backstroke, butterfly and breast-stroke. I talked to many of his teachers Vanessa and he is a keeper. He has a 3.875 average and is taking advanced placement classes as a sophomore. His 2 B’s are not in his AP classes. I can’t wait to see his transcripts.”

“Hmmm, are you sure there are no girls named Ricki Davis?”

“None that swim, Vanessa.”

“Ok, I owe you a weekend of fun and sun here in Sunny Cal-li-fornia, Beck,” Vanessa said, mimicking their state’s governor.

“Sure thing, and hugs to you. I might be able to come out in late July.”

“Great, I look forward to seeing you. Bye.”

Vanessa went over to her computer and opened the e-mail Becky had sent her. The e-mail had several attachments and after she virus checked everything, she began to open them.

One attachment listed Ricky Davis’s swimming times as reported in a news article and from his coach. The next were some statements that Becky got form several of Ricky’s teachers. Their praise was for him was overwhelming. The next attachments had photos, one of Ricky alone and the other was Ricky and his swimming team.

Vanessa’s eyes got really big as she looked at the pictures. There was no doubt, that the Ricky in the picture was the same Ricki that she had met.

She thought about Ricki. She was so graceful and comfortable with herself. Her thoughts weren’t of a guy dressed as a girl, but of a girl that was comfortable with herself.

“Maybe this Ricki is a transsexual,” Vanessa said to herself.

The thought didn’t bother her at all. USC was fair to all their students. Vanessa got out her IOC (International Olympic Committee) rulebook and checked something out.

“The girl could compete as a girl, after she had been on HRT for two years,” again to herself. “Such a pretty girl, I just wish she were older.”

Vanessa was a closet Lesbian; Ricki intrigued her though. She would have the best of both worlds. Maybe she would have to find herself someone like Ricki. She was enough of a professional though not to get involved with her kids, she would quit before she ever violated the schools trust in her. That didn’t stop her from looking, and a coach can see quite a bit. She didn’t ogle the girls in the showers, but she did appreciate the glimpses she got.

Friday the four girls went back to school to let Ricki swim. Laura had checked her in and then headed off to the library to do some work there.

Vanessa got an eyeful of Ricki as she dressed and said in passing, “Hello Ricki it’s good to see you here again.”

Ricki only had time to return the greeting before she was gone.

Vanessa smiled to herself; maybe Ricki has already transitioned and had come to California for a new start. She certainly didn’t have a boy’s crotch. She found herself getting a little wet, as she thought about the girl.

Ricki got her two thousand meters in, and a couple of the school’s regular swim team members worked with Ricki. Ricki was surprised at how helpful the girls were to her and liked them a lot. She swam against them in an IM race. She didn’t win but she kept on the girls heels, finishing fourth, less than ten meters behind the second place girl.

Coach Adams smiled as she saw the girls swim. She had asked the girls to help her recruit Ricki and the girls actually seemed to take a liking to the younger swimmer.

Vanessa wandered on down to the pool. “Very good girls, you too Ricki, you looked a lot better.”

“Thank you, Coach,” Ricki said. “I still haven’t gotten a hold of my Mom or Dad. They are on a Med Cruise.”

“No problems,” Vanessa said, smiling warmly. “I can wait. I am only trying to help you.” She waved to the girls and left not wanting to pressure the girl.

Ricki showered and changed. She sat down and made up her face. Several girls said hi in passing, she smiled back and said hi back to them. Ricki found it nice that girls seemed friendlier to each other. Guys, even some of the guys on his swim team, sometimes ragged Ricky about his looks and made crude statements toward him. Of course, the girls didn’t know Ricki’s whole story. What would they say if they knew there was a guy in the locker room, but Ricki found it increasingly harder to think of herself as a guy?

She blew herself a kiss in the mirror before she left to find her sister and friends.

Saturday, Laura and Ricki practiced belly dancing at their home. Laura had Ricki mirror her movements and asked her to try to remember the order of the moves. Laura then began to choreograph a routine. When Laura went left, Ricki went right and so on. Ricki tried to keep up with her sister and for the most part, she did a very good job. They had a four-minute routine; that they practiced over and over. It was easy to tell who was more skillful; Laura was just too good.

Susan and Ricki took whatever time they could get, to be together. Not just to make out, but doing things together to deepen their relationship. Ricki even began to teach Susan some of the cooking techniques her mom had taught her. Susan was a good cook and picked up different ways to prepare food from Ricki.

Ricki even found areas she could tutor Susan in her course work. Susan had stopped, because she was having problems with a calculus problem. Don’t ever take calculus in a summer class, if you can avoid it. It is a lot of study in a hurry. Ricki had passed AP calculus and helped Susan out. That earned her a big hug and a kiss.

Sunday the girls had Ricki strip and weighed her both with and without silicone. She was three quarters of a pound heavier and was fleshed out nicely for a girl. She had gained a half-inch in the hips and chest, and maybe an eight in her thighs. She was firmed out everywhere and had very few places where they found any build up of fat.

“You need to increase you fat intake a bit, Ricki,” Laura said. “You still need a little layer of fat.”

“Come on Sis. You’ve seen what I been eating.”

“I know, but I still know you are too thin. I wonder what your BMI (Body Mass Index) is. Drink two nutrient supplements a day. I can already see a difference. Your skin looks better and you have a healthier glow.”

“Alright Mommy.”

Ricki used Monday to clean up around the condo again. Laura, Cindy and Susan joked about how nice it was having a maid around the house.

“I am not going to wear one of those short lacy French maid costumes, with those five inch heels, around the house, so forget it,” Ricki teased.

Susan hung her lower lip and pouted, “Not even for me.”

Ricki broke out laughing, as did Laura and Cindy, “Well maybe for you, but not to do housework in.”

That brought a round of laughter and teasing from Laura and Cindy.

Chapter 18

Monday also brought another class with Mrs. Lively. She took pleasure in working Ricki till she wanted to scream. She had learned all the core movements to her satisfaction and was now working to refine her skills in those movements.

Tuesday, Ricki met Candace in the Student center again. She was sitting with an older man, when Ricki approached.

“Hello Candace, it is good seeing you. Am I interrupting you?”

Candace smiled at the girl; she got up and gave her a hug and a kiss. The man with her stood too.

“Hi Ricki, not at all, I was just talking to one of my professors. Ricky this is DR. Tom Whitlock, Mr. Whitlock this is Ricki Davis. She is visiting her sister, who is a student here. She is from New York.”

“It is nice meeting you Ricki.”

“It is nice meeting you too, Dr. Whitlock. Are you a medical Doctor?”

“No, I am a doctor of psychology. I teach psychology here at USC.”

They all sat and talked for half an hour. Ricki had to give her life history. Mr. Whitlock seemed very interested in her. His phone beeped and after he answered it, he said he had to go.

Candace and Ricki decided to eat there today. Candace raised an eyebrow as Ricki ordered a half pounder and a large fry.

“That is a lot of food for a girl your size,” Candace said.

“My sister and her roommates are concerned about my weight and my BMI, whatever that is.”

“Are you anorexic or bulimic?” Candace asked.

“That is about the fiftieth time I heard that question since I have been here Candace. No I am not, I just burn it all off. I stuff my face till I am sick. I dance, run and swim. I swim at least 2000 meters a week and belly dance everyday.”

“They are right, you know.”

“I know, but small people run in my family. I am bigger than my father.”

“Hmmm I want to see if I can try something out. I need to talk to my Profs.”

“People always want to try things with me,” Ricki said, with feigned exasperation.

“It’s only because you are cute and people just feel the urge to protect you.”

“Ok mommy three.”

“Mommy three?”

“Yes, Mom is mommy one, Sis is mommy two. Actually, you are five or six. There is Susan and Cindy, Oh, I can’t forget about Rebecca, Stacy and I give up.”

Candace couldn’t help but laugh, “Sounds like you have a handful.”

“Yes, but I love them all.”

“That is good, to love people and to be loved by them.”

“I know; I am so lucky.”

Tuesday night, Mrs. Lively called out eight girls’ names and asked that they stay after class for a bit. Laura’s and Ricki’s were the first names called.

While Laura worked with the other girls, Mrs. Lively had Ricki begin to put four or five movements together, in a fluid routine. Then she added one after another movement, then asked that Ricki repeat them.

Ricki could see that the girls in the class were doing the same movements, so she surprised Mrs. Lively by adding what she saw the other girls doing.

After class, Mrs. Lively addressed the girls assembled there. Maybe girls, wasn’t the right word for the group, because some of them were as old as thirty.

“Ok, we have two shows coming up for the Fourth of July and for Labor Day. I want the eight of you to join me Saturday evenings, to work on the choreography.”

“I probably won’t be here for the Labor Day show,” Ricki said.

“We’ll see hon, but I want you to dance for the Fourth at least.”

“Why her, Mrs. Lively, she has only been here for over a week?” One of the girls asked. “And she will only be here for one of the shows.”

“If she keeps up with her dance, she will be as good as any of my advanced students by December and besides I like her enthusiasm.”

“I will provide costumes for all of you, I just need to measure everyone.”

Ricki and Laura had already been measured and took their leave. Both girls were excited about the upcoming show, although Ricki had a little trepidation about it too.

Friday, after her swim and Laura, Cindy and Susan finished their library work; they received a large box from a DHL delivery man. It was addressed to Laura and Ricky Davis. The box weighed twenty-five pounds or so. The return address showed that it was from their parents and shipped from Cyprus. The girls excitedly opened the box, Cindy and Susan looked over their shoulders. Inside were hundreds of pictures, two copies of each picture, a couple of videotapes, a wrapped present and a lot of souvenirs.

They first went through all the pictures. It was so good seeing their parents having fun. There was a list of where all the pictures were taken and a little bit of what their parents had done that day.

After they had looked at all the pictures, they played the videotapes. The tapes weren’t what you could call professional quality, but they were very entertaining. Ricki got a sick feeling in her stomach. When she looked at her sister, she saw that she had the same bad feeling.

Although their parents were obviously having the time of their life, it was easy to see how drawn and sickly their father appeared to be. It had only been three weeks since Ricki had last seen her father. They didn’t say anything to Susan and Cindy at this time; they silently resolved to talk to each other later.

Dinner was a hushed affair, Cindy and Susan both sensed something was wrong, but they both felt that now was not the time. Both girls just supported their friends.

When it got late the girls headed up the stairs, Susan started to turn into her room, but Ricki held onto her hand. She then looked to Laura who just nodded to her. Laura held onto Cindy’s hand tightly and went into her bedroom. Both Laura and Ricki told their friend about their assumptions and both girls held on tightly to their friend and cried together.

Before she went to sleep, Laura e-mailed her mom the big question and asked her to call.

Susan went to her room and change into her nightie and rejoined Ricki in bed. They held onto each other for a while. Then Ricki pushed the shoulder strap off Susan’s shoulder till the breast was exposed. She then suckled on that nipple till she fell asleep. Susan just shared all the strength she had and comforted her lover. It felt good suckling Ricki, but it wasn’t a sexual thing to her this time.

Saturday Morning, Ricki woke up with Susan’s nipple in her mouth. She had remembered suckling on Susan, but wondered how it was that she still had her nipple in her mouth. She leaned back and saw that it was swollen and a little red. If she didn’t suckle on it all night, she definitely did most of the night. She looked up and saw a smile on Susan’s face.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?”

“It’s a little tender, but I will survive. You sent shivers up my spine all night.”

“Sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry, I loved doing this for you. Let’s go take a bath, your face is a mess. You didn’t take your makeup off.”

“Neither did you, raccoon face.”

For a second time they wound up in the bathtub together, and despite some kissing, roaming and playing, they didn’t do anything overly invasive.

They helped each other wash, shampoo and condition each others hair and after emptying the tub, they dried each others body and hair. Susan just clutched her nightie to her chest, as she headed to her room. She gave Ricki a little hip thrust, as she closed the door. Ricky went naked into her room, carrying her nightclothes.

They all went to IHOP for breakfast. The sense of dread that hung over them the previous evening was gone, but not forgotten, as the girls’ gossiped and joked with each other. They were all smiles and hugs this day. It was the only way they could function.

They hurried to the local grocery, after leaving the IHOP. Ricki selected some shrimp, fish, oysters and scallops for something different, along with their other meat selections. She picked up ingredients for a Caesar salad, fresh eggplants, more asparagus, onions, potatoes, shallots and artichokes.

They hurried home, put everything up and then Laura and Ricki headed off to Mrs. Lively’s place. They were the third and fourth girls there, but only by a few minutes, as the rest of their troupe showed up.

Mrs. Lively handed Laura two garment bags and Ricki two other bags and asked them to change into the costumes. In the dressing rooms they inspected the bags. The garment bags had skirts, coin bras, belts and thong panties. They stripped and dressed in their thongs and helped each other with the coin bras. The bras were very noisy and every square inch had several jangles of some sort. They shook their tits at each other. The skirts were simply gorgeous; they had multiple layers of translucent silk chiffon strips about eight inches at the hem gathered to two inches at the waist. Ricki’s was Cardinal over an underskirt of gold, while Laura’s was gold with an under skirt of Cardinal. The hems were finished with a contrasting gold or red trim depending on the layer. Laura helped Ricki with her skirt. It separated at the waist and hooked in the back by two large hooks. It fit very tightly just above the widest part of the hip. She then fastened a two and a half inch belt covered in the same jangles as the bra. Then Ricki helped her sister.

They sisters stood side by side smiling at each other in the mirror. Ricki had never seen anything as pretty and sexy as the skirt. They then helped each other with the jewelry and accessories from the other bag. Every thing made noise with the slightest movement, from the earrings, forehead chain, huge neck-pieces, arm bands, bracelets, waist chain and foot bells, that had a chain that looped the second toe and connected behind the ankle. There were also some things to adorn the hair and a jewel that could be attached to their navels by adhesive.

Getting dressed took a while and Mrs. Lively came in to check on the girls. They were just getting finished. Mrs. Lively smiled and inspected them. “Very nice girls, you both look so lovely. Wait here till I can introduce you and then hip thrust (in a hip thrust, you thrust the hip up front or down back) step, and M&M (an M&M is a move where you draw an M with the point of your hip in four moves up front, down neutral, up back and down back) alternately, your way in.

“Ladies, I want you to see what your costumes will look like. The only difference will be in the color of your skirts. So without further delay we have Laura!”

Laura came enthusiastically out with a hip thrust, step, M&M and doing L’s with her arms. The girls gave gasps as they saw her come in and then applauded till she was next to Mrs. Lively. She gave a cabaret shimmy and a chest camel.

“And now Ricki!”

Ricki put a big smile on her face and came in with the same routine; it was something she and Laura had practiced.

Everyone saw that Laura was the better, but Ricki surprised the girls as they saw her dance her way in. She was way better than they expected. When she was next to Mrs. Lively she gave a cabaret shimmy and a chest camel too.

“Girls, you can come up and inspect these costumes. They cost about a thousand dollars each and each of your will get an equally luxurious costume as my gift to you. Just please be careful and don’t get them dirty, they are a bitch to get cleaned.”

The girls fawned over the sisters as they inspected them. They asked Mrs. Lively a bunch of questions about the costume, jewelry and such. One girl blushed and jumped back as she spread Ricki’s skirt in front and came to Ricki’s thong panty.

“As Madison so indelicately found out, the skirts can be quite revealing. Each of you will receive a coordinating thong to wear with your skirt. I expect each of you to wear only this thong. I doubt that any of you will move in such a manner as to expose your thong, but it is possible. So each of you will either be clean-shaven down there or have a Brazilian wax job. You may, if you want, have an exclamation point, or landing strip there, if you don’t want to go bare. So what do you think; is this worth the effort?”

All of them were very effervescent in their enthusiasm.

“Then let’s dance girls.”

Laura and Ricki had huge smiles as they jingled and jangled.

After they had gone over the routines at least four times and had them fairly well down they broke for the day.

In the dressing room Ricki took off her skirt and thong, putting them in the garment bag. She then dressed in her regular panty and the shorts she had worn to class, but she put her belt back on. She did a couple of hip thrusts to make the belt sing. She didn’t take off the coin bra or most of the jewelry. The foot bells had to come off, but everything else she kept on. Laura seeing what her sister was doing followed suit.

The two of them left with enough swagger to their hips and chest to keep the jangle up. It looked kind of strange, but nobody would deny the two girls were having fun.

Mrs. Lively just smiled and dreamed of being young again, like the Davis sisters. She had known Laura for less than a year and her sister for only a week or so and had grown to love both kids.

Chapter 19

At home the condo was dark, as they entered. Laura put their garment bags in the hall closet and they entered looking around. The heavy drapes had been drawn and there were no lights on. It would take an incredible amount of effort to get their condo this dark. Both girls were worried that something might have happened. Laura kept Ricki behind her and silently crept to the light switches and flicked the living room lights on.

Girls came out from everywhere shouting, “SURPRISE!!!”

Ricki and Laura, were frightened half to death, they jumped back two feet making a loud jangling noise. Over the HD TV was a banner that read, “Happy Birthday Ricki”. Susan held a birthday cake in the center of the group.

All of Laura’s sorority sisters that were in town were there, along with a few friends (all female) that weren’t sisters, including Ricki’s friend Candace. The girls all rushed Ricki who was about ready to run from fright, to get their hugs and kisses.

Neither of the Davis sisters had yet to speak, they were so shocked. Ricki broke the silence with, “But today isn’t my birthday.”

“We know silly, Monday is your birthday. But we would all be tied up on Monday, studying,” Susan said.

“How and why did you all do this without me knowing?” Laura asked.

Stacy came up front and addressed the two of them. “While we know, that you could have kept the secret Laura, we decided to surprise you too. It seems, some of the girls wanted to get back at someone for various pranks that were alleged to have been perpetrated by you. Also, your surprise would greatly increase Ricki’s surprise. Carrie did you get the picture of those two jumping.”

“Sure did Madame President.”

“Good. So what is with these outfits that you two are wearing?”

“This is part of our costume for the fourth of July program,” Ricki said proudly jangling her chest at Stacy.

“If that is only part, you have got to show us the rest,” some girl in back said.

“We have skirts to go with our tops, but we can’t put them on. They would be a ‘bitch’ to quote Mrs. Lively, to clean.”

Laura and Ricki went to the hall closet and pulled out the garment bags and removed their skirts. All the girls oohed and ahhed as they saw them. The closest of them ran the fabric through her fingers.

“Oh, those are made from a high quality silk material,” Jordan Wilkes said. She was a sister that Ricki hadn’t met yet and she was a fashion major.

“Hi Jordan, this is my sister Ricki. Both of the skirts have twenty-five yards of silk chiffon sewn in floating panels. Mrs. Lively gave them to us, along with these bras and jewelry.”

Laura and Ricki put up their skirts after all the girls had a chance to look at them. Then the party began in earnest. The sisters made Laura and Ricki go through one of their dance routines, as the girls made jeers, catcalls and wolf whistles. The two of them made Susan stand in front of them and join them on a basic routine. She seemed to enjoy the attention she got from her sisters.

Then the girls played games; some of the games were quite juvenile and were for Ricki’s benefit, as they all knew her situation. Ricki was escorted to a donkey on the wall, before she was blindfolded and given a tail on a pin. Stacy pulled the donkey’s picture to reveal a picture of Susan. She was leaning away from the camera and with her backside displayed; her pantied cheeks peeked out from under her short skirt. Susan started to protest but was quieted by a look from Stacy. Ricki was turned around three or four times and then was aimed at the picture somewhat. She reached out with her left hand, found the wall and then the picture. She then pinned the tail on Susan’s left buttock. Susan gave an involuntary squeak. Ricki blushed when she saw what she had done, after the blindfold was removed.

Next they played twister, three fourths of the girls lost their match to Ricki. She was just too damn flexible and had a great sense of balance. They laughed, as a girl named Brenda, played Ricki. Ricki was laid out backwards, her feet were on the outside colors and her hands on the inside colors. Brenda was stretched out over Ricki and between her legs. Brenda was in the most precarious position with her legs and arms crossed to get them in the right position. The next color they had to move a leg. Brenda fell; Ricki gave an umph and collapsed.

One girl pulled out the old Mystery Date game for them to play. It was a big hit with the gathered sisters. Ricki dressed for a formal dance and when she opened the door her date was dressed to go skiing. Rebecca got the dud date and everybody laughed. Laura won dressed for bowling.

The sisters then urged Ricki on to open presents. She blushed, as over half of the presents were lingerie. Even Ricki, (who didn’t know Playtex, which she didn’t receive, from La Perla, which she did receive) knew that these were quality undergarments. She also received lots of jewelry from the girls. Ricki Also opened the package from their parents. Inside was a fully tricked out 14” Lenovo Laptop.

Lastly, they had Ricki blow out the candles, cut the cake and they all sat down to eat. Ricki got a chance to meet and talk to some of the girls she hadn’t met yet. Each of the sisters had a chance to sit next to Ricki for a few minutes.

“Excuse me Sisters,” Stacy said, trying to get everyone’s attention. “We have one more gift for Ricki. Ricki please come here.”

Ricki stood jingling next to Stacy.

Stacy opened a jewelry box and pulled out a sorority pin and pinned it to Ricki’s bra.

“Ricki in the short time you have been here, the sisters have grown to love you as one of our own. We have gotten together and decided to make you a sister. If you decide on going to USC, and decide to stay a girl, we ask that you join us. If you go back to being a guy, you will still be an honorary sister and we will still welcome you to our ranks, with full privileges.”

Ricki’s eyes filled with tears, but her smile betrayed her true emotions. She didn’t know why she felt this way, but she loved all of these girls. She tried to speak, but just wound up hugging Stacy. Ricki then had to hug all the girls.

As it got late, the sisters shifted gears and began to clean up the mess they had made and return the condo to condition one. Susan helped Ricki get her presents to her room and sorted out.

Susan spent the night with Ricki; they both loved the closeness they shared. They respected each other not to press on sexual issues.

Sunday came the regular inspection in front of the girls. It no longer bothered Ricki, as she considered herself one of them. She had gained another three quarters of a pound all over, even at her waist. All of this contributed to a softer, more feminine appearance. Her rib cage was still visible, but not as well defined; and her hips were not as bony.

“If you drink about a quart of water an hour, you will really look nice in about an hour. At least till you eliminate the water from your system,” Susan said. “That might make a real girl look a little bloated, but it will only help you.”

“Gain no more than two pounds for now Ricki. You look good,” Laura said. “We will wait to attach the enhancements to you Ricki; you need to let your skin breathe for a while.”

“Can I put the breast forms in my bra, at least?”

“That will be ok, but you really need to let your testicles cool a bit. If they stay too hot, for too long, their ability to produce testosterone and sperm can be damaged.”

“Ok,” Ricki said. She dressed in a bra and inserted her forms into it. It was a slightly unnerving picture, seeing a well developed girl, with a seven inch penis. Ricki then put on a pretty panty; she dressed in a low cut blouse, a tight mini, pantyhose, to help keep privates in place, at least a little and her cross trainers.

Laura, Cindy and Susan knuckled down to study and Ricki began fixing some of the seafood she had. She butterflied the shrimp, leaving only the last joint of the shell and cleaning out the vein (Yeah we know it’s not really a vein, as for blood, but…). The shrimp were very large, almost equal to a small prawn. She then battered the shrimp and set them aside in the fridge. Ricki took some fresh clams, potatoes and cream and began making New England Chowder, prepared the artichoke hearts and put together a salad.

When she began to get hungry, she started getting everything ready. She had made a tartar sauce and a red sauce for the shrimp. The soup looked and smelled delicious and the artichokes were cooking nicely. She started the shrimp and the girls cleaned off the table.

Dinner was served and the girls raved about the meal. The clam chowder was a big hit, there was enough left over for another meal, so it was refrigerated. The tartar sauce and the shrimp went fast.

“This is a delicious tartar sauce, what kind is it?” Susan asked.

“I made it too. It is a recipe mother showed me,” Ricki said. “Plus a little something I thought about. I added a bit of cilantro to the tartar sauce.”

“This is very good. I just love the artichoke,” Laura said. “Mom use to serve them too.”

After dinner, everyone helped on the cleanup. They worked in the kitchen till it was spic and span clean.

They then reattached Ricki’s curves. That made her so happy, she was almost ecstatic. She dressed for bed and caught a little TV with her sisters. She could call them that now.

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