"Miss Jill...? Miss Jill...? Time to wake up," Rita knocks on the door.

"I'm awake, Rita," Jill answers, "I'll be out in a second."

She's been dreading this day for a long time, and at the same time, she's been looking forward to it. The thought of the tattoo needle piercing her skin scares her. The beautiful arm she'll have when it's finished excites her.

She never really realized how much the burn scar affected her life until she did an intense hypnotherapy session with Maggie. In a hypnotic trance, Maggie took her deep into her subconscious, where they healed the psychological wounds she'd been suffering from since her infancy.

Getting this tattoo will be the final chapter of her life with the scar. Enduring the pain of the needle will be the final hurdle she'll have to overcome before she can finally close the book.

She can't put it off much longer, but she lets her mind wander just a few minutes more. She indulges herself with thoughts about Dani, the new friend she and Allie met yesterday. A t-girl just like them, they liked each other from the moment Maggie introduced them.

Somehow they ended up at Dani's apartment, and it wasn't even an hour before the three of them were in bed. Their t-girl sex was so intense, it was like the three of them had been lovers for years. When it was over, they all knew, this first time would surely not be their last.

She was able to take her mind off the tattoo when they were with Dani, but hard realities never seem to go away until they're faced So as they drove to Rita's house last night, Jill's thoughts returned to her scar. Rita comforted her the best she could before they went to bed, but she could not lie to her about how difficult this day might be.

"Miss Jill...?" Rita knocks again. "I have breakfast ready. I want you to eat something before we get started."

"I'm sorry," Jill says as she comes into the kitchen. "I closed my eyes for a second and must have fallen back to sleep."

"I can understand. It's still very early."

"What time is it?"

"Six o'clock... how do you like your eggs?"

"Over-medium, please. This coffee really hits the spot. Guess what Rita...? They gave us estrogen yesterday."

"Congratulations! You're on your way to becoming a beautiful girl, Miss Jill. I can see it in you already."

They share some valuable girl time over breakfast while James and Allie sleep. Rita completed her female transition years ago, and Jill's come to see her as a big sister. An older and more experienced sister, who's already gone down the road she and Allie are just beginning to travel.

Rita sends her to the shower after breakfast while she goes back to the studio to get things set up. She's almost got everything ready when Jill comes in to join her.

"Are you ready to make your arm beautiful, Miss Jill?"

"I guess so. Is this sleeveless blouse OK to wear?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to take it off. The design comes up behind the top of your shoulder. Just relax while I transfer the stencil to your arm. This first part will be easy."

After about an hour, Rita says, "OK, Miss Jill, the design is on. Let's take a little break before we get into the real nitty-gritty."

"I could use another cup of coffee," Jill agrees.

The design looks like a bunch of scribbled black lines to her, but she trusts that Rita knows what she's doing.

James and Allie are up and talking in the living room as they make their way to the kitchen.

"Morning, girls," James says, "We got the last of the coffee, but I made another pot. It should be ready in a few minutes. You two sure got up early."

"We're getting an early start," Rita says, "I'd like to get the first part done today if I can. It's gonna take a while."

"Look, Allie," Jill says, "I got black lines all over my arm. My scar will never look the same."

"Hard to tell what it looks like," Allie observes.

"It won't look the way it's supposed to until I get all the colors in," Rita explains. "This'll be the most intricate tattoo I've ever done. It's a very special design for a very special lady."

"I'm not looking forward to the next part," Jill says.

"Did you say you smoked pot?" Rita asks.

"Well, yeah... doesn't everyone?"

"I thought so, I just wanted to make sure," Rita says, "James...? Would you roll Miss Jill a number from our special stash?

"The Maui-wowie?"

"Yeah... I want to get her nice and loaded before we get into the hard part."

Rita and Jill go to the kitchen to fill their cups when they hear the coffee pot gurgling, while James gets his special bag of weed. "I probably should have asked you if you wanted to get high before I told James to roll one for you," Rita says to Jill.

"You didn't have to ask me, Rita. Nine out of ten times I'll want to smoke one. I don't usually smoke this early in the morning, but this isn't a usual morning."

"It'll help calm you down. You're very tense, I could feel it in you when I transferred the stencil. The more you can relax, the easier it will be."

James lights Jill's joint and lights another for him and Allie. The pot goes to her head before she even lets out the first toke. She takes another hit and passes it to Rita.

"No thanks, Miss Jill," Rita passes, "I can't smoke anything today. I need to have a steady hand. I want you to smoke it all yourself."

"Shit, this is some heavy weed," Jill lets out her second hit, "if I smoke all this myself, I'm gonna be so wasted."

"That's the idea, Miss Jill. I want you to be very wasted."

Jill smokes it down to the roach before she puts it in the ashtray. Her vision is blurry and she's dizzy when she stands up, and Allie has to help her down the hall to Rita's studio room.

"Get on the table and lie on your tummy for me," Rita instructs. "We're going to start up here on your shoulder and work our way down your arm. Are you ready to have a beautiful arm?"

"I guess so," Jill mumbles, "I'm so fuckin' stoned."

"OK, Miss Jill, here we go."

The 'zzzzzzzzzz' sound she's been dreading for weeks tells her the moment has arrived. She reaches out for Allie's hand when the needle pierces her skin. The first few minutes are tough to take, but with Allie's support and Rita telling her to be brave, she gets through it.

The pot is really hitting her hard when Rita has her roll onto her back. She's starting to feel nauseated, and the pain is getting intense. "How-ya doing babe?" Allie asks.

"It doesn't matter how I'm doing," she stumbles over her words, "there's no turning back now."

"Stay brave, Miss Jill, stay brave," Rita encourages.

As the morning hours go by, Jill never lets go of Allie's hand as she tries getting accustomed to the pain. It's going much slower than Rita would like. The design is intricate and she's having trouble piercing through the scar tissue. By lunchtime, she isn't close to being where she wants to be.

Jill's glad to break for lunch. She's not inspired when she looks at her arm in the mirror. She can make out what seems to be leaves growing on a vine, but mostly what she sees is a red, irritated arm. It feels like a fire is burning under her skin where the needle has been, and there's no comfort in knowing she's only just begun.

"Eat something, Miss Jill," Rita says.

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat something for lunch."

"I'm kinda sick to my stomach. It feels like I'll throw up if I eat. I'll be alright."

"Are you sure? Tell me if you get hungry later. We can always take a break."

She's in a dizzy-daze going back to the studio. She thinks it's probably because of the joint she smoked earlier, so she pushes on. Rita has her sit in a comfortable chair with her arm resting on a small table this time, instead of lying on her back.

With her feet on the floor, she's not as dizzy as she was, but the fire under her skin rages on. Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, she's tolerating the pain a little better as she closes her eyes and drifts off into sort of a meditation.

Her mind wanders back in time, recalling many sad events from her childhood. She was a lost and scared little kid when those events happened, but as she relives those same events now, she's not lost and she's not scared. In her mind, she's holding hands with a girl companion, and that girl is her own self.

She's comforting Jerry, the little boy she was back then, telling him it'll all be OK. The painful memories of her past are fading away, disappearing into the black void of space. Jerry is dying as Jill claims the life that was always meant to be hers.

She's somewhat detached from the reality around her until Rita says, "OK, Miss Jill, let's take a dinner break."

She's surprised it's almost six o'clock. As she comes back to the present moment, the fire in her arm still burns and the pain is worse than ever. Yet under all that pain, she feels a calmness in her soul. She still feels terrible, but her inner girlfriend is telling her to hang on, this pain will pass.

She tries eating some dinner, but she's still nauseated and only picks at her food. Rita and Allie tell her she needs to eat, but they can't force her to do something she doesn't want to do.

They go back to the studio a couple of hours more until Rita gets exhausted. She really wanted to finish this part today, but there's no avoiding it. She'll have to finish it tomorrow.

The next morning, Jill's not feeling good at all. She hardly slept all night as the fire raged in her arm. She didn't eat much dinner last night and only eats an egg for breakfast.

"Are you sure you want to keep going, Miss Jill?" Rita asks, "We can finish this part next time if you're not feeling well."

"I feel like total shit," Jill says, "but as long as I'm in this hell, I might as well stay in it until we're done. Let's finish it today."

"I'll call home and tell the girls we'll be late," Allie says.

While Allie's calling the girls on the kitchen phone, Jill and Rita go back to the studio to resume the work. James comes in to clean up the breakfast mess, and Allie pitches in when she's off the phone.

"Jill's a brave little soul," he tells Allie..

"I know. We've been together a year now, and she never stops amazing me."

"That's how I feel about Rita."

"How long have you two been together?"

"Almost eight years now, and they've been the happiest years of my life. I wish I could marry her."

"I can see how strong she is. She's got the cutest little body."

"I know. When we first met, her titties were just starting to grow. It's been so cool watching her change into the hot little fox she is now."

"I bet she's a hot lover."

"She's the absolute best," James says. "I could never go back to a natural-born woman after being with Rita. She never has a period and she'll never get pregnant. Not that I'm against kids, but it's just not for me. I know there's a lot of really fine women out there. But for me, I'll take my little t-girl over any girl I've been with."

"I better go check on Jill," Allie heads to the studio.

Jill's got her eyes closed as Rita works on the lower part of her arm. "How's it going in here?" Allie asks.

"Another hour or so we should be done," Rita says. "Jill's being very brave."

"How ya feeling, babe?" Allie kisses her.

"I'm OK. It fuckin' hurts like hell, but I'm learning to deal with it."

"I called home and Rosy said to tell you she loves you and she's thinking about you."

Rita finally finishes around noon, and Jill's relieved it's over, for now anyway. "When should I come back to start getting the colors put on? she asks.

"We'll have to let this heal before we do anything more. I'd say about two weeks, but it all depends on how fast it heals. If it starts getting real red, you should go to the doctor and get some antibiotics."

"Thanks, Rita. Thanks for working on it so long."

Rita hugs Jill and gives her a long kiss as they're leaving. "You're a brave girl, Miss Jill," she says. "Make sure you rest and get something to eat."

~~~~~~~~

It feels good getting back in the car and heading home again. The fire in Jill's arm won't stop burning, but at least the needle is no longer attacking her. After two hours of driving, Allie gets hungry and pulls into a truck stop.

"I'm fuckin' starved," she tells Jill as she checks out the menu.

"I'm not that hungry," Jill says, "I'm just gonna get a bowl of soup."

"You haven't eaten much since yesterday. Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel sick to my stomach. Probably because of getting tattooed. And those joints they gave me really wiped my ass out. I started feeling nauseated yesterday when I was on the table."

"Well, you've been through a lot. It's been a busy weekend."

"It has been. I'm really glad we met Dani. I've been thinking about her a lot."

"No shit... She's was so hot. We weren't even there an hour before we were fucking her."

"I know. I think she was just horny for real cock. I can't imagine being that horny and only having toys to satisfy myself."

"You think we'll fuck her again?"

"I'm pretty sure we will. We were like, so in tune with each other. She's exactly like we are, being transgender and everything."

"T-girls. That's what she said we are. I like that word. We're not real girls, and were not queers, we're in between. T-girl seems to fit."

"Well, we better tell Rosy and Carla about her. It wouldn't be good to keep this behind their backs. They said we can be with our men, but they might not think the same thing about Dani. We have to know how they feel about it."

"You think Carla will be pissed if I tell her?"

"If she gets pissed, she gets pissed. We still have to tell them. We're married and we can't keep anything from them."

Back on the road, Jill curls up in the seat and tries to get some sleep, but doesn't really rest much as the fire in her arm rages on. It's dark when they get back to Des Moines, and they're both really glad to be back home.

She's not totally aware of where she is when they get home, but she knows Rosy's arms when they hug her as she's coming in the door.

"I'm so glad you're back, baby," she kisses her husband. "I missed you so much. How'd it go? Allie told us you were still getting tattooed this morning. How do you feel?"

"I feel like shit, if you want to know the truth. But I feel better being with you again."

"How's your arm feel?"

"Like a forest fire burning out of control. I'll be wearing long-sleeved blouses for a while. It looks so ugly right now. I don't want anyone to see it."

"How's my Allie-love doing?" Carla kisses her husband. "I missed you. I missed sleeping with you."

"You didn't sleep with Rosy?"

"Of course we did, and we had our fun, but it's not the same without you and Jill here. We're such a part of each other now.

"Are you hungry? I made a casserole in case you were hungry."

"That's sweet of you baby. Something to eat sounds good."

"Jillie-babe...?" she asks, "you want something to eat?"

"No thanks, Carla. I'm not hungry."

"Jill...?" Allie's concerned. "You've hardly eaten anything since yesterday. Are you still feeling sick?"

"I'm OK. I'm just nauseated. It's because of getting the tattoo."

"Are you sure, baby?" Rosy's also concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'll be fine. I'm just tired as fuck. I'm gonna go to bed."

"Want me to come with you?" Rosy offers.

"No thanks. I'd just wanna be by myself."

Without saying another word, Jill gets up and goes to the bedroom.

"Has she been like this all day?" Rosy asks Allie.

"She's been quiet since last night. I know she's in a lot of pain. Rita was working on her forever it seemed. She said she's been sick to her stomach. They gave her some really heavy weed, but it shouldn't be affecting her like that."

"I'm gonna find out what's going on." Rosy heads to the bedroom.

Jill's crying in bed with the light off when Rosy comes in. She takes off her clothes and gets in bed with her.

"Jill...? What's wrong, baby?"

"My arm fuckin' hurts, that's what's wrong."

"Why haven't you eaten anything?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Why?"

"I feel like I'll throw up if I eat."

"Why do you still have your blouse on? You didn't even show us your tattoo."

"I don't want anyone to see it yet, cuz it's not done and it looks like shit."

"Jill...! If something's going on, don't keep it inside. Open up to me, sweetheart. I'm your wife. I wanna see what your arm looks like."

"It's OK. It just hurts like hell."

Rosy gets out of bed and turns on the light. "Sit up, Jill," she orders.

Rosy takes Jill's blouse off to look at her arm. The black lines etched into her skin are inflamed all around. Rosy's not sure if it's bad or not, since it hasn't had time to heal yet. "It sure does cover up your scar," she says.

"Rita says it won't look right until she gets all the colors put in. I told you it looks like shit."

"It doesn't look like shit. It looks like the start of a beautiful arm. I don't like all the redness, but maybe that's normal. We'll have to keep an eye on that. Don't be ashamed to let me or Carla see it, baby. We're your family, Jill. We share everything, good or bad."

"Something is sorta bothering me. Something me and Allie did, I need to tell you about it."

Jill starts telling Rosy about Dani, and Allie must be tuned in to Jill. Carla's horny for Allie and they go to bed early. As they start kissing and getting into their foreplay, Allie knows she has to say something.

"Carla, sweetheart, you know how we've talked about trusting each other and always being truthful?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, I have to make a confession. I'm not sure if I fucked up or not, but I have to tell you about something."

She tells Carla about meeting Dani and ending up in her apartment. She talks about how one thing led to another, and they ended up in bed. She starts getting into the details of what they did in bed, and Carla's heard enough.

"Stop, Allie. I don't want to hear any more."

There's a long period of silence, and Allie's thinking the hammer's about to fall. Carla begins to speak in a calm voice. "I can't say I'm exactly happy to hear this, but on the other hand, I'm glad you're being honest and telling me about it. If you hadn't told me, and I found out about it later, I'd be fuckin' pissed off to no end.

"I can see how it could happen, meeting another transgender girl like that. It wasn't like you were out looking for sex. I trusted you, and you're trusting me enough to tell me about it. So I'm not going to hold it against you. I'm not going to say you can't be friends with other transgender girls."

"T-girls," Allie breaks in, "Dani said the girls in the program call themselves t-girls."

"OK, t-girls then. I think it's good, being friends with other girls of your own kind. And if you end up having sex with some of them, well, I guess there's no harm in that. You're not with another woman-woman. That would be strictly off-limits."

"So you're not pissed at me?"

"No, Allie-love, I'm not pissed at you. I love you and I know you love me. I'll give you the space to have a girl's sex life. As long as it's not a girl with a real pussy."

"Thank you, baby," Allie's so relieved, thinking she's off the hook.

Carla sees an opportunity to have a little fun. As Allie's covering her with apologetic kisses, she throws her a curve.

"I didn't say you're completely off the hook... Allison Cox."

When Carla calls her Allison instead of Allie, she knows something's about to happen.

"What do you mean? I told you the truth."

"Yes, I'm giving you credit for telling the truth. But that doesn't mean a price doesn't have to be paid, does it...? Allison?

"There needs to be a punishment, don't you think...? Allison?"

"I guess so. What are you gonna do?"

"It's not what I'm gonna do... Allison. It's what you're gonna do."

"What am I gonna do?"

"You're gonna be my little bitch, that's what your gonna do."

"What do you want me to do?"

"For starters, I want you to get your fuckin' bitch-ass off my bed!"

"OK." Allie starts getting out of bed.

"OK?" Carla snaps. "Just OK?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Your vocabulary consists of three words, bitch. Yes... No... and Carla. That's it. Got it...? Bitch?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Carla."

"That's better. Now get your naked ass on the floor. Hands and knees... bitch!"

Allie's not sure what's going on. Carla's never acted like this before. She said she wasn't going to hold it against her for going to bed with Dani, but now she's not so sure. Afraid she's pissed her off, she gets on her hands and knees as she was told.

Unbeknownst to Allie, Carla's just acting out a fantasy she's had. A few years ago she bought a paperback sex novel at the porn shop about BDSM. Like most people who've read those kinds of books, she is not really into masochism. But ever since she read it, she's fantasized from time to time about being a dominatrix.

It fits the male side of her personality, and when Allie admitted to what she thought might be infidelity, it triggered that fantasy. Since they became lovers, they've been taking baby steps into the kinky side of sex. Carla's never done this before, and she's playing it by ear. Making Allie feel like she really fucked up is a real turn-on for her.

With Allie on her hands and knees, she swats her on the ass as she struts around her. "You fucked up, didn't you... Allison!"

"I guess so."

Carla swats her ass again. "Guess so? You fuckin' guess so..? What are the words in your vocabulary?"

"Yes, No, and Carla."

"Did you fuck up? Allison?"

"Yes, Carla."

Swat!

"That's right, bitch. You fucked up. Do you think I should just let it go?"

Swat!

With her ass starting to sting, Allie knows what Carla wants to hear.

"No, Carla."

Swat!

"Turn around and face me, bitch. Good. Look up at me. Look into my eyes."

Carla's standing over her in a wide stance, inching towards her as she speaks. Allie has to strain her neck to look into her angry eyes. Carla creeps forward until Allie can no longer see her eyes. All she sees now is Carla's bush and her tits.

Carla stands there grinning until she can think of her next command. It doesn't take long to think of something. She's really getting into this, and she likes playing dominatrix.

"Lick it, bitch! Lick it up like a dog!"

Allie's in total submission mode now and her command is quickly obeyed, not that Allie ever had to be coerced into licking Carla's pussy. She laps it up as Carla stands like a queen over her subject.

"That's good, bitch," she says. Her pussy's getting wet and she feels like moaning, like she always does when Allie eats her out, but that's not her role in this dominatrix game. After all, she's supposed to be punishing Allie. She almost loses her train of thought, Allie's turning her on so much.

She thinks of her next move. "Crawl over to the closet, bitch."

As Allie crawls on her hands and knees, Carla tells her, "When we packed up the stuff in our apartment last week, I kept something out, because I knew you'd fuck up and I'd have to use it on you.

"There's a box on the floor to the left. When you get your little bitch-ass in the closet, open that box, put it in your mouth, and bring it to me. You'll know what it is when you see it."

Allie crawls inside the closet, and when she opens the box, there's Carla's strap-on laying on top. Now she knows what Carla has in mind, she knows she's about to get fucked. With a kinky kind of anticipation, she puts the rubber cock in her mouth and crawls back out to Carla.

"Put it on me, bitch!" she orders. As she watches Allie putting the belt around her waist, she falls in love with her even more than she already was. Allie's always a willing partner when she wants to push the boundaries of their sex. They think alike in so many ways. She loves playing with Allie like this.

She doesn't have to tell Allie what to do after she's got the strap-on in place. As if Carla ordered it, Allie takes the rubber cock in her mouth and sucks it like a real cock. In a show of submission, she looks up at her mistress and tries taking the dildo all the way down, but a rubber cock is not the same as a real one. Allie ends up choking on it when it gets in her throat, but she's demonstrated her submission to Carla.

"Very good, little bitch," Carla praises. Now turn around. Leave your bitch-ass in the air and put your worthless head on the floor. She gives her another hard slap on her ass. She presses the dry dildo into Allie's asshole, just enough to make it hurt a little.

"If you hadn't told me about what you did," she says, "I'd jam this dry cock up your ass and make you bleed. But I'm going to be nice. I'm giving you credit for being honest. Crawl over to the nightstand and get the lube. And be quick about it!"

Carla spanks her ass repeatedly as Allie crawls over to get the lube out of the drawer. She leads her back to the center of the floor and tells her to lie on her back.

"Spread those bitch-legs for me and oil yourself up. And you better act like you like it. Don't piss me off."

Allie doesn't have to act like she likes it, she loves it. There's something erotically degrading about being on the floor, fingering her asshole as Carla looks on. The thought of being fucked on the floor like a worthless bitch triggers the kinky part of her brain. She's so turned on staring at Carla's excited nipples and the big rubber cock covering her pussy.

"Get back on your hands and knees, bitch," Carla spanks her ass again. "Press that worthless face into the floor," she smacks her ass as hard as she can.

She grabs Allie by the hair and spanks her ass again. Remembering how Allie fucked her in the ass the other night, Carla shoves the dildo up her butt and beats her ass. She fucks her hard and spanks her ass until it's cherry-red.

They're both incredibly turned on as Allie whimpers from the pain with her face pressed into the carpet. Carla lets go of her hair reaches around for her cock. This kinky sex has made Allie's cock hard as hell, and it's turning Carla on even more as she strokes it. With the slick head covered in pre-cum, Carla knows she has to have it. She can't waste a nice hard-on like this.

"Have you learned your lesson?" she says to Allie as she pulls the dildo out.

"Yes, Carla," Allie says in a submissive voice.

"Get up off the floor and face me," she orders.

Allie gets up, kneeling in front of Carla and looking into her eyes.

"There's one more thing you must do before I completely let you off the hook," she says as she puts her arms around her.

"What else can I do?"

Carla gives her a kiss and says in her kitten voice, "You can take this strap-on off and take me to bed. Make love to me with that big hard cock."

"You're not pissed at me anymore?"

"No, baby. I was never pissed. I just wanted to have a little fun with you. It gave you a big hard-on, so you can't tell me you didn't like it. I know how that kinky little brain of yours works."

"I did have fun, but I wasn't expecting anything like that."

"That's what makes it fun," Carla giggles, "getting something you weren't expecting. Next time, you can give me something when I'm not expecting it."

"I don't know what it would be."

"You'll think of something, Allie-love, and I'll be willing to play with you. Let's get in bed before that nice hard-on goes away."

They spend the next half hour making sweet love the way they've done so many times before. They're more in love than they've ever been as they kiss and hug afterward.

"Thank you for understanding about Dani," Allie whispers.

"Thank you for being so honest with me, sweetheart. Honesty is the most intimate thing we can have together. Without honesty, we have nothing."

"How would you feel about me and Jill seeing Dani again?"

"I'm fine with it. Like I said, the only thing you can't do is be with a girl who has a pussy. And I'll even leave the door open a little bit on that. You can't have a girl with a pussy, unless me or Rosy is in the bed with you. And I'll never be with another man unless you or Jill is in the bed with me."

"Damn, Carla, that leaves a lot of possibilities."

"I know. Forever is a long time to be together, and you never know what we might want to do in the future. Dani sounds like a hot little lover. I'd like to meet her sometime. Think she'd like to get in bed with us?"

"Well, we just met her, so I can't say for sure. She said she's not attracted to females, and she's never been with a girl."

"Well, if she thinks like you do, she might be open to trying new things. Anyways, I know you'll always be in love with me, and I give you the freedom to let your girl-side play however she wants. I want you to be happy, and if you're happy, I'm happy... Allison... Leslie... Cox.