Chapter 1: Tribes

Karen: ‘A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.’

Masons Peak High School, Minnesota – Day One of Senior Grade

“Hello everyone and welcome to the first day of your last year in high school,” Vice Principal Mary Applebee announced in her grating cheery voice.

“Not for some!” some rogue at the back of the auditorium called out.

“That will be enough Mister Billingham or it will be you who repeats a year,” Ms Applebee said sternly.

“I’d like to introduce you to a new student who has recently moved to Masons Peak and will be joining the senior grade until graduation. Please welcome Alexandra Plessy,” Alex Plessy stepped awkwardly to the front of the stage, virtually pushed there by Mary Applebee.

As is the ritual when a new teenage student joins a school, Alex was scrutinised by the various cliques. The boys were of course interested in her looks and body, the girls assessed her clothing critically and tried to decide if she would be competition for the their boyfriends while the goths, jocks, brainiacs, stoners, theatre geeks and the other tribes tried to assess where she might fit in.

The three Karens sitting together in the back row made their own critical assessment. Alex was tall, slim, small-breasted and had a face that was not conventionally pretty but some might think attractive. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth and she had a small but prominent scar on her chin. Her straight mousy hair was cut in a bob and hung to her shoulders. She was wearing green leggings with a short red skirt over, black flats, a knitted, seamless black scoop-neck top and a red wool cardigan to stave off the cold as the fall chill had arrived early this year. Her makeup was minimal but she had used eyeliner and mascara to effectively enhance her emerald-green eyes which were her most striking feature and applied some gloss to her full sensuous lips. She wore no jewellery except for a fine gold chain and locket around her neck.

“Walmart,” Constance Dupree whispered dismissively.

“Cheap,” Felicity Lichfield huffed.

“Loser,” Karen Allbright, the leader of the pack, made a show of studying her fingernails.

“A seven at best,” Rick Macklin, Constance Dupree’s boyfriend, whispered.

He was sitting in the row in front of The Karens with the other jocks, his feet up on the back of seat in front of him.

Constance Dupree leaned forward and clipped Rick across the ear.

“She’s a fucking three ... a four maybe!” Constance huffed.

Alex Plessy looked forlorn on the stage, staring out at her new peers who she knew were inspecting her. She couldn’t wait to leave the stage and settle into the anonymity of academia. She had no interest in joining any cliques, gangs or cadres. Alex just wanted to complete her final year of high school, graduate and go to college.

Thankfully Vice Principal Applebee nodded dismissively at Alex and indicted that she should leave the stage. Alex found a seat near the wings of the auditorium and sat by herself. She listened to Mary Applebee drone on about the example that the seniors should set to the junior students and spoke about integrity, school spirit and inclusiveness. Alex wondered how much inclusiveness existed in the sea of white faces she had witnessed whilst standing on the stage. The students congregated together in their tribal clans and the small assemblage of minorities sat together in their ethnic groups.

With the assembly over the students rose out of their seats and began to make their way to their classes, the silence replaced with the dull roar of teenagers enthusiastically chatting to one and other. Alex studied her timetable and accompanying map that had been issued to her in her indoctrination package and made her way to the math classroom. She felt eyes on her as she made her way to a vacant desk towards the back of the room. This was to be expected being the ‘new kid’ although Alex was hardly a ‘kid’ as she had recently turned nineteen.

As she passed Constance Dupree’s desk, Constance stuck out her foot and Alex stumbled over it.

“Watch where you’re going Walmart,” Constance quipped as Karen and Felicity sniggered at Alex’s plight.

“Nice skirt girl. Is that real vinyl?” Felicity smirked.

It was a childish prank and Alex didn’t respond to the sleight regarding her cheap skirt. She found a seat away from the three girls who were wearing designer jeans, expensive footwear and whose hair was stylishly coiffed. They were wearing far too much makeup and between them they smelled like the perfume counter at a Chanel store.

“Don’t worry about the Karens. They’re just testing you to see if you’ll bite,” a handsome young man with shoulder-length sandy hair whispered to her from two desks away.

He buried his nose back in his textbook and the class became silent when the tutor entered and began to address the assembled students.

Alex got through the rest of the day unscathed. Most of the classes were taken up with the teachers reviewing the curricula, setting first term assignments and reminding the seniors that they were now in their most important year of high school and the need to perform well academically if they wanted to get into a decent college. Alex sat by herself at lunch and politely declined offers from the emissaries sent by the cliques and tribes to go sit with them so they could bombard her with questions to see if she was a suitable candidate for membership.

When school was out Alex put aside the texts that she needed to study that evening and locked everything else in her locker. The texts went into her shoulder bag. She slung the strap over her shoulder as she made her way out of Masons Peak High School. Skipping down the wide stone steps she looked up and saw a red BMW convertible parked in the pickup zone.

“Fuck!” she whispered but made her way towards the vehicle with her head down.

“Hello sugar. I thought I’d surprise you with a visit and pick you up on your first day,” Miles Davenport leaned over and opened the passenger door.

Alex climbed into the cherry-red M4 Cabrio and Miles took the opportunity to check out Alex’s long legs as her skirt rode up. He put his hand on her knee as he pulled away from the curb.

“How was your first day?” Miles smiled at Alex and she returned the smile, suppressing a grimace as her uncle’s hand slipped further up her leg until it was resting on her inner thigh.

Alex had been emancipated at sixteen when she came out to her parents as transgender. Alex’s parents had suspected that their son was ‘queer’ for a long time and when they found girl’s clothing and makeup secreted in his bedroom they confronted him. There had been a bitter battle when their son told them that Alex wanted to change their name from Alexander to Alexandra and present as female and wanted to commence gender reassignment therapy, hormone treatment and maybe even surgery. Alex’s parents refused and hated it when Alex began started to openly wear androgynous clothing, walk and talk like a ‘pansy’ and began using feminine pronouns to describe herself.

Her uncle on her mother’s side of the family, Miles Davenport, had swooped to the rescue and offered Alex the funds she needed to support herself and rented a small apartment for her near her school on the outskirts of Miami Florida. Alex’s emancipation had been uncontested by her parents who shunned her and cut off all contact. Alex transitioned into a pretty teenage girl, fashion model tall with long shapely legs and with the help of medication and a little surgery developed curvy hips, a buxom bottom and perky breasts.

Alex’s uncle paid for everything and his lawyers pushed the necessary paperwork through the legal system for Alex to legally change her gender. Miles provided her with a generous monthly stipend and a small car to go along with the rented apartment. Alex was extremely grateful for her uncle’s unconditional support and generosity.

Miles Davenport had the decency to wait until Alex turned eighteen until he began to fuck his maternal niece.

Alex came home from school on her eighteenth birthday to find Miles sitting in her apartment and a stack of wrapped birthday presents piled on the kitchen counter. Miles greeted her not with his usual chaste kiss on the cheek and fatherly hug but with a full-on lip smacker and when he hugged her he squeezed her buttocks.

“Open this one first,” he handed Alex a package.

She tore open the cheesy birthday wrapping and found that it contained a red chiffon babydoll negligée. The garment had a formed bralette, an attached loose-fitting skirt falling in length to the upper thigh and was trimmed with lace ruffles and spaghetti straps. Hardly the gift an uncle gave his niece.

There was also a pair of red satin panties and matching suspender belt and a pair of expensive Wolford fully-fashioned black stockings.

“Go put them on and wear these too,” Miles handed her box, which when she opened it in her bedroom, contained a pair of red Jimmy Choo pumps with ridiculously high heels.

“Tone up the makeup and let your hair down,” Miles was not asking; he was ordering.

Alex wasn’t stupid. She had guessed that this day might come.

Her uncle wasn’t Elon Musk rich but he counted his fortune in millions. She knew that he catted around with attractive young women and high-end callgirls and made no attempt to hide the fact that he did. Alex often found a bevy of young women not much older than herself partying at his estate, lounging around his pool in skimpy bathing suits and occasionally a pretty young call girl leaving his house just as she arrived to visit. But Miles had never made any inappropriate advances and was kind and generous to her.

She looked at the lingerie and heels that her uncle had given her for her birthday she realised that this was the price she was going to have to pay for her uncle’s philanthropy. She might be emancipated but she was still at school and there was no way that Alex could make her grades whilst working enough hours to support herself. She knew that the apartment, the car and her generous allowance would all disappear if she didn’t bow to his wishes.

Alex allowed herself a few minutes to be angry and then sad but most of all she was disappointed with her uncle. She was well aware that she was pretty and that her body was sensual. She had seen boys at school looking at her the way boys do when they find a girl desirable but none of them had made any advances. When she came out as trans she lost all of her friends and some of them were downright hostile. She was a loner at school. Most of the kids just couldn’t get their head around the fact the boy they knew as Alexander was now a girl named Alexandra, especially when the therapies and surgeries began to change her appearance dramatically. School was almost unbearable but Alex was determined to complete her senior year and get into a good college.

Alex stripped and used the bathroom. Being a healthy teenage girl with a blooming libido Alex was sexually inquisitive but in the absence of male companionship Alex had purchased a sex toy and used it on herself while watching pornography. She knew the preparatory requirements before engaging in anal sex and she did what was necessary then she took a quick shower and applied the heavy makeup and let down her hair just as Miles had requested. Stepping into the lingerie, stockings and heels she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a girl similar to the ones she saw on the pornographic websites reflected back at her. She looked voluptuous, exotic and sexy and just wished it was one of the boys she fantasised about at school waiting for her in the adjoining room, not her uncle.

Alex was not comfortable wearing the provocative garments and unsteady on the absurdly high heels but when she walked awkwardly into the living room her uncle did not seem to notice her reticence. Miles had stripped naked and was sitting on the couch sporting a healthy erection. Her uncle was fit, tanned and goodlooking with perfectly coiffed dark hair. His personal trainer, personal chef, personal physician and stylist did their best to keep him looking young, fit and handsome. With the right amount of money anyone can be made to look attractive, Alex thought.

Fleetingly, Alex realised the hypocrisy of her thinking. Wasn’t her own face and body the product of her uncle’s wealth?

“You are magnificent Alex,” Miles sighed and patted the seat cushion beside him indicating that she should join him.

Alex was resigned to her fate but was determined that she would not be in any way responsive or encouraging. If her uncle wanted to gratify himself on her body she would endure it stoically. During her English lesson today the word of the day had been stoic and the class had been given ten minutes to write down as many synonyms as possible and Alex recalled the list: unemotional, impassive, emotionless, apathetic, cool, passionless, undemonstrative, indifferent, calm, detached, numb, aloof, unmoved, expressionless, unconcerned, unflappable, passive, resigned, philosophic, and self-controlled. Alex would be all these things.

Alex lumbered toward the couch and sat down gracelessly. She was trying to be deliberately gawky, putting aside the hundreds of hours that she had put in painstakingly developing feminine mannerisms until they became instinctive. Miles seemed not to notice and was fixated on her body and when she was seated he fell on her like a lion on its prey.

He pressed her down onto the couch dragging her into the supine position and lay on top of her. He crushed his lips against hers and she tasted mouthwash and whisky when her uncle thrust his tongue into her mouth. She lay still as Miles’ hands roamed her body, touching, fondling and exploring. He tweaked her nipples and despite her resolve to remain unstimulated they hardened to his touch. Alex convinced herself that it was just an automatic response; a reflex.

When his hands stroked her nylon-clad thighs and drifted upward across the front of her panties and she felt her cock begin to thicken, she opined that too was involuntary and she lay perfectly still and unresponsive.

“It’s going to be like that is it?” Miles chuckled evilly.

“Well, we will see,” he put his mouth on hers again and kissed her deeply, his tongue flittering in her mouth.

He pried her legs apart and lay between them and Alex felt his cock pressing against hers through the satiny panty material. He writhed his naked body on top of hers, his fingers stroking her nipples then drifting down her flanks to her legs where he caressed her thighs. His mouth was obscenely sensuous, his lips soft and inviting, his tongue exploring her mouth. Alex’s pleasure centres lit-up and she fought hard to remain unresponsive.