Chapter 1

She was pretty in a plain, mundane way, and her name was Jane. Blonde in a land of blondes. Her body was taller than she wanted it to be so she leaned down and a little to the right when she stood. Such a pose did nothing to accentuate the curve of her waist and hips or high, firm butt or her full breasts. Neither did the loose blouses nor the loose skirts she mostly wore. As her baby fat slowly retreated from her long frame her rich and sensuous body emerged. She still saw herself in baby fat.

Jane was self-conscious when she talked to any strangers and positively mute if they were the opposite sex. Her friends, both male and female, were the nerds, the geeks, the hopelessly awkward, as was she. Those fellow juniors she had known since middle school she could talk to without thinking what to say. Whereas with strangers she felt she had to think everything through, never trusting herself, until it all seemed absurd and unspeakable. It was frustrating to be so shy and awkward when she had a seething libido.

She and her girlfriends would discuss the face, the body, the ass and, when they were most daring, the basket of the boys in school, especially the seniors. Just a year older the senior boys had a more adult look, a more mature and knowing presence then the girls' fellow juniors. The game was to look for the perfect love-stud. The perfect blend of desirable items. The perfect package. Exaggerated sighs would accompany the name of the boy target. It was a game, and they were having fun. Jane had fun with it too, but she had a hard time with her friend's sighs. They didn't seem genuine.

Her sighs, when she sighed the most, were when she was masturbating. Friday night, late at night, all those boys she and her friends had studied at school during the week flashed through her head. And the movie stars. Though he was a lot older and probably a lot shorter than her, she studied Mel Gibson in her minds eye. She thought of the brief flashes of his naked posterior. She liked Mark Wahlberg for these moments especially. She couldn't get over Markie in Boogie Nights. Though it was a nasty, trashy movie, she loved it. And that last shot... She'd lie in the dark in her light cotton nightie which was unbuttoned down the front to below her breasts. She'd stroke her nipples with increasing force until she needed more stimulation. She lifted the bottom of the nightie past her soft blond pubic hair until it bundled up at her tummy. While one hand continued pulling and twisting her nipples, her other was between her thighs. Her fingers tapped her labia and then slipped inside her vagina. She spread the slippery excretions all around the lips. Then she plunged the fingers inside, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. She wanted Markie's thumb there. She wanted Markie lying beside her. She would kiss that huge cock and rub the crown around her lips. Then he would fuck her. Her four fingers substituted. She pushed and pulled them in and out faster and faster until the ever more frequent sighs, coming with each breath, became one long deep growl as she was shaken to her toes by orgasm.

Retaining all the sexy visuals of the week, they were air blowing up her libido to a threshold point, needing to burst. On Friday night it would. She loved it to a point. She wanted something more, something real. But how?

It was the tail end of lunch at school when her friends' sighs were again bothering her. The subject of those sighs though was a dream boat. Gordon McCracken was a fine specimen of a senior and therefore untouchable-purely a dream. Gordon was a star athlete, receiver in football, and on the baseball team he played shortstop and was the best hitter. And on and on. Blond, blue eyed, medium height, moved like a panther on the sports field, and had an elegant assured gait off the field. Smart too. Straight A's. He was standing within his group of jock friends as Jane was standing amongst her nerdy girlfriends. The jocks were center stage in the entryway to the high school while she and her friends were up above, off to the side. From that place of invisibility she could stare, studying him, memorizing his tusch for future use in the intimacy of her bedroom. He turned around surveying the entryway. Did she catch his eye? She wouldn't know what to do with it once caught. Besides, could he even see her through her glasses? They were as plain as the rest of her, maybe more so. It all seemed hopeless. So she thought about the hopeful.

She couldn't wait until after school. Her mom was going to pick her up and take her to the eyeglass place and get her some contacts. Her mom said she wanted to take her somewhere else after. Some mysterious place. Her mom was full of surprises.

After endless hours the school bell rang its last time that day. Her mom was in the lot in her practical blue Ford Escort. Playing Mom. Lord knows she could afford something more luxurious. Jane liked the plain car. It felt homey. Jane hopped in after tossing the weighty book bag in the back.

"So where's this place you're taking me? What's all the mystery?"

"Let us get the contacts, and then we'll discuss it," her mom said with a smile, though her daughter knew the tone of serious, stubborn inflexibility hiding in those gently spoken words.

"But Mom."

"How was school?"

"School was fine."

"And Brandy and Elisabeth?"

"Fine Mom. Jeez, you'd think you'd be better with a change of subject."

"And Jim? How's he?"

"Jim? Jim Bradford? What about him?"

"You're good friends, aren't you? Old friends."

"We've been neighbors since forever." Jane said with enough of a twist at the end to get the message to her mom that she didn't think it was possible to discuss anything so silly between the two.

"You never noticed how he looks at you?"

"He's a geek, Mom, Jeez!" Jane said, eyes and mouth wide open, gawking at her mother.

Jim took off his glasses and looked at himself in the mirror. Clark Kent except without any Lois Lane. Becomes Superman! Naked.

Jim was as self-conscious as Jane. He always felt awkward and clumsy around strangers and even at times with his friends. He wanted to get it right and somehow never did. He'd trip over the wise, clever sentences he had thought up and spoil them. Spoil the punchline and therefore spoil the whole point. But just like his fine physique was buried in loose, geeky clothes, beneath the clumsy conversationalist lurked a young man with charm. The rare moments when he had all his wits about him and conversations soared because of him, he'd feel elated.

Wrestling wasn't a glamour sport to say the least. That's why Jim liked it. Who knew if he'd be good at football. He just wasn't the platoon type. All decked out in shoulder pad epaulets and insignia helmet wasn't his thing. He liked wrestling, its basic nature, its purity and simplicity, mano a mano and all that. Challenging and intense. He was good at it. Well, reasonably good. More good than bad. He was skillful enough to give a better wrestler a run for his money. He had a couple upsets under his belt. But best thing was you had to use a lot of muscles for the sport, and so it kept him in good shape, looking good. Why couldn't the opposite sex see it? He knew why not, but he didn't know what to do about it. Why couldn't he show off his charm? Verbal or physical? Impress the girl enough to have her want to meet Superman?

Unfortunately the only girl he wanted whom he thought he had a chance in hell to score with wasn't even interested. Or maybe she would be if he put out the right vibe or didn't stumble over his tongue while trying to impress her. Too many stumbles. He still thought he had a chance. Nobody else was after her. Nobody knew what a babe she was. Jane. Every time he saw her at the pool she fit into her one piece a little less, and where she didn't fit was all the right places. When she took off those plain Jane glasses, she was a knockout. Not gorgeous or beautiful. She was pretty. And she was accessible. Somehow he'd learn the ropes with her.

He was stroking his cock, concentrating on her breasts, the nipples pushing against the lycra of her swim suit awaiting his fingers pressing against them, kneading her firm yet soft breasts. His fingers imagined touching the small hill between her thighs. How he wanted to caress her there. Push his fingers inside her. Push his nose into her blonde pubes. Smell her lust. Lick her out.

Then looking up in his minds eye there was cute Kathleen with her cute little body, her cute and sassy little breasts hovering above him. He longed for those luscious lips of her cute little face to take his cock in full lip lock. And the tongue, the cute little tongue would lick him to a frenzy. He was cumming imagining the spurting seed swallowed by that cute mouth.

What an afternoon. From three-thirty when her mom picked her up at school until six when they finally arrived home, two and a half hours, Jane had undergone a profound change in her life. Wearing the contacts in the mirror at the lens shop was just the first inkling of transformation. She saw her pretty face clearly for the first time in quite awhile. She saw it as pretty.

Then they went to the clinic. Jane met a lovely middle aged woman, her new gynecologist. Jane's mother accompanied her into the examining room. Dr. Anderson stood by the sink, gesturing for Jane to sit on the side of the examining table and her mom to sit on a chair.

When Jane looked from her mom to Dr. Anderson and back she saw that they were similar. A similar confidence in themselves. Her mother had a classic beauty which, until she had married Jane's father, and occasionally after, had been sought by photographers to have her image published in various ads in various fashion magazines. The beauty was also obviously attractive to men. It promoted several affairs, brief company for her society parties, a few nights company in her bed or their bed, young men, men her age, older men. Jane didn't mind these affairs. Both she and her mother had a wariness whenever the newest conquest was in Jane's vicinity though, but ultimately Jane never felt threatened. The thing that bothered her the most was the thought that her mother, before they had divorced, might have been cheating on her father. It wasn't what grounds they filed. Not really. But possibly. Alienation of affection. They fell out of love. Or maybe they had turned away and found love in others. Jane didn't like to think on that. Jane loved her mother. She loved the honesty, the beauty which came from within, the mischievous attitude she saw in her eyes. When Jane looked into Dr. Anderson's eyes she saw her mother's twinkle. It put her at ease.

"Pleased to meet you in person," said Dr. Anderson to Jane and her mother. The salutation seemed genuine.

"You too," said Jane's mother.

"Jane," Dr. Anderson said seriously while leaning towards her, "Your mother and I talked. A most unusually candid conversation about you. I want you to know straight out."

"That's fine," Jane said with a slight stutter of reservation. "I know my mother is pretty candid. You have to respect that in a person, don't you?"

"Yes. Exactly. Honesty is everything if I'm to be your doctor. So this is what your mother told me. She thinks you are a very pretty girl. Though she is necessarily biased, I am not, and I can see her point." The complement reddened Jane's cheeks. "But she doesn't think you feel the same. Do you?"

"I guess I don't really think of myself that way," Jane said, "Except I'm feeling, well, just since today..."

"She got contacts," her mother finished.

"Let me see your glasses," said the doctor, and Jane complied. "Okay," Dr. Anderson said, and nodded her head. "See, these were your mask. They're too big and plain to show you off. Instead they hide you. Now you're open, you're face is there for everyone to see, and it's pretty, okay?"

"I hadn't noticed, but I did notice today."

"Good."

"You said you could do something about the posture," her mom said, and the directness made Jane jump. She felt like a humpback when she landed on her feet.

"Brutally honest, aren't we," the doctor said, taking Jane's side, but gently and with a laugh. "Yes, I think the posture will improve, but only if Jane improves it."

"Wow, a modest doctor. You're taking less of a role in the cure? Couldn't that be expensive?" said Jane's mother.

"I can not and certainly would not mold her into any shape other than the one Jane chooses, but I can maybe help her see the shape she has and maybe send her in the right direction. If she responds to the examination, I think it will do her good. I see myself as a holistic health provider. It's a purpose of mine. I want to help my patients beyond looking inside them or showing them contraceptives, and any help I give I consider a basic part of the examination. So, yes, no extra charge. But I'm not cheap," said her mother.

"I'm not either," said Jane's mother. They shared a laugh.

Dr. Anderson gently escorted Jane's mother to the door, "So let me get along with it. No peeking." The door closed behind her mother and at last they were alone.

"She's very nice," said the doctor.

"Yes," said Jane.

"Take off your clothes, Jane, and let's have a look at you."

"All of them?"

"Yes. I want you to feel comfortable with me. Let it all hang out so to speak."

Jane disrobed. The doctor studied her. "I'm going to give you a prescription for birth control pills... Your mom thought you were at the age where temptation and opportunity are there. You need protection." She gestured for her to lie down and put her feet in the stirrups. "It won't be effective for a month. But even then I want you to think about this. I want you to be sure a rubber is used. Okay?" Jane nodded. "Good. Now relax. Close your eyes. Good." The doctor massaged her shoulders, eventually pushing her left hand down Jane's back and feeling the tension there, the bunched up muscle. When she removed her hands, she switched on a tape player. Ocean waves sounded from the speakers. "Think about the most serene moment of your life," she said, massaging Jane's shoulders by pressing her body weight onto her hands. "Envision it. Now imagine your body is filled with liquid. Now let the liquid slowly pour out of your big toes. With the liquid goes all the self consciousness, all the fears, all the nervousness. Where it's drained away it's comfortable, peaceful, tranquil."

Once the examination ended, Jane slowly got to her feet. She felt light headed, and, most importantly, light bodied. Stress and tension, normal feelings for her, were gone. Dr. Anderson left the room. Jane got dressed.

"You look great," Jane's mother said to her daughter when she appeared in the waiting room.