Chapter 2

Paula giggled as she read the note passed to her. It contained a rather complete description of her best friend Lisa's activities of the previous evening... right down to measurements! Mrs. Stalhorn, Paula's teacher, cleared her throat. "Ms. Busch?", she asked.

Paula looked up, "Umm, yes?"

"Anything you'd like to share with the rest of class?"

Paula looked to Lisa, who wore an expression of terror, and turned back to the teacher, "Um, no, Mrs. Stalhorn..."

The teacher smiled, "Okay. Girls, I know this isn't the most exciting stuff in the world, but it will be over soon. So, please keep your notes until after class..." She darted a wink at Paula and Lisa, "Okay?"

The class murmered acceptance, and Mrs. Stalhorn went back to the lesson. Paula rather liked Mrs. Stalhorn, as did the other girls. She was beautiful, and had a gorgeous husband (the girls usually took their time leaving on days when he picked her up at work). And at the young age of twenty-five she already had two children. Paula very much wished that she would some day be so lucky... though she could do without the job part.

"Can anyone tell me why the Feminist Schism happened?" she asked the class. Paula, figuring she should try to make up for her earlier disturbance, put up her hand. Mrs. Stalhorn pointed to her, "Paula..."

She started, somewhat self-conscious (she didn't really like talking in front of large groups), "Well... women realized that the so-called feminist movement was being run by... well... lesbians..."

A chorus of giggles spread throughout the class. Mrs. Stalhorn hushed them, "Correct, Paula... why was this a problem?"

"Um, well, they didn't want to have babies... so they caused a population problem..." She smiled as she saw Mrs. Stalhorn nodding, "And that's when real women embraced the idea of Biological Division..."

Mrs. Stalhorn smiled, "Correct. Very good, Paula. Women, real women, realized that Biological Division was the only true way to live.

Tell me, what would you think of a turtle that tried to fly?"

The class erupted into laughter, but Mrs. Stalhorn hushed them, "I know, it's ridiculous! But you see what I mean... why should we, as women, cause undue stress upon ourselves and our society by forcing ourselves into roles that we are unequipped for? We are best to leave those tasks than men are better at to men..."

The class buzzer rang loudly. "That's all for today," Mrs. Stalhorn said, as the girls gathered their things and began to file out of the room, "For Monday read paragraph four on your Feminist Issues disk #2..." The class groaned at the thought of homework, especially on a weekend, but nodded agreement as they went out the door.

Paula and Lisa walked together to the Turboway Station, making small talk about boys, fashion, and other 'girl' things. They were both very aware of the stares the received from passing men, and loved it. The two walked with an air of innocent sexiness about them, ocassionally stopping to bend over and look at a dress in a shop window, intentionally allowing the short kilts of their school uniforms to ride up and give a peek of their panties. They eventually reached the Turboway Station and stood waiting for the train.

Lisa was making eyes at an older gentleman when Paula asked her about her plans for the evening... Lisa smiled at the man and turned to respond. "I'm going out with Bobby again... why don't you and Terry come along?"

Paula smiled. Terry was a boy she'd been dating on and off lately. "I'm not sure... I think we were going to the park..."

Lisa grinned coyly, and Paula blushed, "Paula... I hope you're not planning on doing anything I wouldn't do!"

Paula laughed, "Lisa... there is nothing you wouldn't do!"

The two girls giggled and Lisa started making eyes at another man. Paula looked around absently, catching her reflection in a mirrored pole across the tracks. She took inventory of herself - long raven tresses, full breasts for a girl of eighteen, deep green eyes, a pouting mouth. Her makeup was perfect as usual. She was one of the most beautiful girls at School System Centre #43, and she knew it. But as she looked at the mirror something seemed wrong... she could not place what, but something was definitely wrong about the reflection...

She felt dazed, and for some reason turned to look up the Turboway shaft. It was dark, menacing, and for some reason it filled her with dread... she felt dizzy as a bright light overtook her vision.

Suddenly she felt jerked back, and realized that Lisa had grabbed her. "Hello?" Lisa blurted, "What's with you? You almost walked into the path of a speeding Turbo..." Paula looked back to the track and the Turboway car was stopped in front of her. People were getting on and off...

"Are you coming?", Lisa asked her.

Paula still felt slightly dazed, but muttered "Yes". They got on the train and began the ride home. The feeling of confusion stayed with

Paula for awhile, but eventually drifted away as the two girls began to talk about boys, fashion, and their plans for the evening...

Paula arrived home at the usual time, the incident at the Turboway Station long forgotten. Her Mother greeted her with a wide smile, and asked how the day had gone. They chatted a bit about the Feminist Schism, and Paula's Mom even made an off-colour joke about lesbians! The two giggled, and promised each other not to say anything about the joke to Dad.

When they were finished talking Paula ran up to her room to change before helping with supper. Her room was decorated in soft pastels - mostly in pink, her favorite colour. She took off her school uniform, and, wearing only her panties and bra, admired herself in the mirror. She smiled and posed a few very feminine poses, giggling to herself as she thought about Terry. Turning to her closet, she grabbed a grey pair of tights and a green sweatshirt with "S.S.C. #43" written across the front in white. Finished dressing, she skipped downstairs to help her Mother with dinner.

Because it was Friday, her Mother allowed her the special task of preparing one of the side dishes unsupervised. Paula did very well in her Domestics class, and was always happy to show her skill in the kitchen. She made her special au-gratin whipped potatoes, smiling as she thought of how much her Father liked them.

Dad got home about half an hour later, greeted with a hug from his 'little princess'. Paula loved it when he called her that! The family sat down to dinner, and her Father smiled when he saw the whipped potatoes.

"You sure are good in the kitchen, Princess, you'll make a good wife someday," he said as he swallowed a mouthful of her specialty.

Paula blushed, "Daddy! I hope so..."

Her Mother smiled, "So... out again with Terry tonight?" Paula smiled.

"I'd hate to give up my Princess, but he seems like a nice fellow," her Father added with a grin.

Paula rolled her eyes, "C'mon! I'm only 18... I don't have to think about marrige for another two years!"

They all laughed, and continued with dinner. They talked about a number of things - Dad's work (though Paula and her Mom didn't really understand much of it), school, their relatives - and when they were finished Paula helped her Mother clear the table and do the dishes. Dad relaxed in the den with a snifter of brandy and a cigar. When the cleaning was done Paula was given permission to go to her room to get ready for her date with Terry.

Paula stood before her closet, dedicing upon what to wear for Terry. She finally selected a short denim miniskirt, and a white t-shirt. No nylons, she thought, why risk ruining them? She giggled to herself at the thought, and went over to her lingerie drawer. She selected the frilliest, sauciest panty and bra set she had, knowing Terry liked it when she wore them. She stood in front of her mirror, admiring herself, and enjoying the luxurious feeling of getting dressed. She felt very happy, and very lucky. Sitting in front of her makeup mirror she expertly applied her lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow... not too much, but enough to drive Terry wild!

When he finally arrived they made some small talk with her parents, then waved their goodbyes. Terry promised to have her home for 23:30...

They parked in a secluded section of "The Park". "The Park" was just a city park, City Park # 14 to be exact, but to young lovers it had a proper name. As the engine in Terry's vehicle stopped the two wordlessly moved to the back seat.

Paula was sure to not be too agressive, having learned in her Intimacy course that men prefer to control sex. Soon, though, they were engaged in passionate kissing. Terry reached his hand under her t-shirt and began to massage her breasts. Paula rubbed at his groin, enjoying the growing size she felt there.

Terry helped her out of her t-shirt and skirt, and after a bit more groping he undid her bra and slipped off her panties. Terry quickly pulled off his own clothes, and guided Paula into the position he liked best. 'Doggie Style' the called it in Intimacy class, and Paula knew many men preferred it. She crouched on her hands and knees, and soon felt Terry grip her from behind and insert himself into her.

As he began to pump in and out of her vagina she thought about how he would be as a husband. His family was fairly well off, and he did well in the boy's classes at school. And then, from nowhere, she began to wonder what sex felt like for a man... she tried to push the thought away, but it lingered. She began to visualize herself as the man, having sex with a woman. I'm no lesbian she thought, and pushed the idea away, only to have it replaced with the memory of the Turbostation. She kept imagining seeing herself in the mirror, only instead of seeing a beautiful girl there there was a boy dressed in dirty clothes. The thought became hazy, and she began to think about the dark Turboway shaft when Terry's moaning snapped her out of it.

She felt him release inside of her. Though _she_ didn't achieve orgasm Terry's moans made it clear that he was pleased, and that made her happy. The rested awhile, and began again. Though they had intercouse many times that night she did not climax... her mind was too preoccupied by the confising thoughts that kept entering it...

The next morning Paula was awakened by a telecall from Lisa. Unsure of her appearance she left the video mode off. "Video off," Lisa said, "Must have been a good night! So, did you?"

Paula blushed, "Yes..."

"Did he make you?" Lisa's question remained unfinished as she began to giggle.

Paula thought... she wasn't about to tell her best friend that she didn't have an orgasm because she was preoccupied with thoughts of being a man... "Umm... yes... three times..."

"Three times! God girl, I can see why you left your video off!" Lisa laughed, "Anyway... what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing... Terry has some family thing..."

"Excellent! I need your help..."

Paula knew what she meant when she 'needed help'. She had met some guy, who had a friend... "Lisa, what about Bobby?"

"Oh he's nice... but, listen, I know these two football players from across town..."

"Lisa, I don't know..."

"Pleeeease! I'll owe you one..."

Yeah, to go along with the dozens other you owe me, Paula thought. She sighed, "Okay..."

They chatted a bit more before eventually disconnecting. Paula layed in bed awhile longer before getting up and doing her chores. The work helped her get her mind of the previous night, and soon she found herself happily whiling away the afternoon being domestic...

Paula met Lisa at a popular restaurant near school. She wore the tan riding pants and tight green turtleneck sweater outfit she adored so much. Her brown boots completed the look, making her a very appealing sight, and she knew it. She and Lisa exchanged compliments on their outfits, and Paula found out that the boys would be meeting them soon.