Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt. 10

Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt 10

(Trans, transformed, lesbian, latex, BDSM) Bitterness and happiness

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of StepSister, first.

It was almost two months later, and Girl's Night was once again approaching. Jess and Aubrey were very much looking forward to the party and their friends around the tailed table.

The event had become a very important part of their lives. Outside of that party, they stayed pretty much to themselves.

Aubrey had spoken with both Winona and Olivia during the week and confirmed that they'd definitely be in attendance. "Wouldn't miss it."

Since the last time, the two of them had simply been enjoying life and each other. The house was finished and wonderful. The wedding plans were complete and, of course, Aubrey's riches were in order.

They had spent so much time together, the one aspect that they agreed was missing was socialization. They felt they were short of friends, and Girl's Night was the opportunity to fill that void.

Their acquaintances from the tailed sorority were likely candidates for deeper friendships, as well as the other regulars to be found and nurtured at the club.

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It was the Tuesday before the party and Jess was sitting in the office reviewing some transactions when suddenly Denver was standing in the doorway. She scared the shit out of her! Jess jumped up, confused and a little frightened.

"What are you doing here?" she asked loudly.

Then she noticed two big women standing behind Denver. They looked a little familiar, like the some of the dykes from past girl's night parties - women she usually avoided.

Their presence frightened her even more. Why were they with Denver?

Smiling wickedly, Denver stepped toward her. "Hello to you too, bitch. You two dunces didn't change the locks, so I let myself, and my friends in with my old key.

"And we checked the house. I assume Aubrey is at her normal hairdresser appointment, right?"

"Um, yes, she is. But what do you want?" She realized that she hadn't been able to hide how uncomfortable she was feeling, as her voice had warbled like a frightened child's.

Flo was out shopping, so Jess was alone and now really worried. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then held up a hand, pointing.

"Denver, you need to leave. There's nothing here for you anymore. You have all your things, and your new girl."

Denver chuckled, ignored her and stepped around the desk to get closer. Her two companions looking mean, followed and while one came up next to Denver, the other circled around the desk.

"Denver, you're scaring me. What's going on?" Jess whined, now really sounding afraid.

"I saw a documentary the other day and it fit you perfectly. After World War II, the French punished their traitorous bitches," she said when she was only a step away.

"And I decided it would be perfect for you."

Then she nodded to her two minions and they pounced on Jess, who screamed. One of them grabbed her hair and yanked, while they both held her down in her chair. Jess struggled but it was no use, they were too strong.

"What are you doing?" she shouted. But she stopped yelling when Denver stepped up and slapped her on the cheek. Hard.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it, and no one will hear you, anyway."

Jess, sobbed. Her cheek hurt, and she was terribly frightened. Denver was insanely angry.

She began struggling again, ineffectively, when she saw Denver pull out a shaver and turn it on. Then smiling wickedly, she grabbed a handful of Jess' hair, held her head still and began shaving her!

"No!" she cried, but then groaned as Denver gave her hair a yank.

Shocked, she collapsed into the seat and watched horrified as her hair fall off while Denver moved the shaver around her skull.

Oddly, it was then that she remembered seeing pictures of French collaborators having their heads shaved, by angry Frenchmen.

The more hair she saw falling, the less she struggled. It was no use.

As she cut, Denver chuckled, and muttered. "You're looking pathetic. I'm going to enjoy seeing you at Girl's Night. It's just a few days away, right? You were planning on going, weren't you?"

When Jess didn't answer, Denver pulled on her remaining hair. "You are going. I want to see you there.

"If you don't attend. If I don't see you, I'll come looking for you, and it'll be worse!"

She jerked her head again, making her gasp.

"I'm going," she muttered.

"What?"

"I'll be there." Louder.

"You better be, bitch."

Several terrible minutes later Denver stood back chuckling happily. "There you go, you traitorous slut. You stole my Aubrey away from me and now I've taken your hair.

"You look silly. We'll see what she thinks of you now."

Jess sat there crying; horrified by the thought of what she must look like.

Denver then gave her a tap on the top of her bare head, before signaling her goons. "We can go now. The bitch is done for."

They left Jess there, sobbing at her desk, covered in hair clippings, feeling awful.

Just a couple minutes later, she was still behind her desk, her head down resting on the papers scattered on the surface, wondering what to do, when she heard Morgan call from the direction of the entryway, "Hello? Jess? Was that Denver I saw when I drove up? She sped away before I got a good look."

Jess panicked for a moment, only then remembering, that she had a meeting scheduled and Morgan was here for that. But she wasn't ready, and didn't want her to see the wreckage.

Before she could say or do anything, Morgan walked in. "What the hell!"

Jess just looked up at her, with red, teary eyes.

"What happened?" Morgan asked as she ran over. "Where's Aubrey?" She was also worried about what might have happened to her.

"She's not here," Jess mumbled.

"So, tell me what happened? Was it Denver?"

Jess groaned, and then proceeded to explain what had happened. Morgan listened, mumbled consolingly, and eventually pulled her up and into a hug.

Jess moaned, and cried some more, but felt a little better too.

Over the next hour Morgan helped her calm down, talking affectionately and sympathetically. "She's gone now. And we can make sure she doesn't bother you ever again."

Morgan had escorted her into the bathroom, where she could better examine the damage. It was horrible. Jess concluded she looked as bad as she'd expected. Worse, even.

Morgan continued to console her. "She's gotten her revenge. I doubt if she'll ever return."

Slowly, Jess pulled herself together, the damage was done.

"You're looking better. Ready to get going?" Morgan finally asked.

"What? Where?"

"Well, first we need to clean you up. Denver didn't do a very good job.

"Then we can go and get you a wig. So, you won't look like a sad cancer patient."

That pepped her up a little, she could indeed hide the state of her head with a nice wig,

Jess hated the clean-up process, though. She understood, but when Morgan shaved off the uneven stubble, leaving her perfectly hairless, she couldn't help but cry again

She thought she looked terrible - ugly. She'd never liked the bald look even when it was an intentional fashion statement.

Before leaving the house, they found a baseball cap in the closet. It at least covered the top of her head, but her elf ears were even more prominent.

Morgan took complete charge of the shopping. Jess still depressed, just went along.

She drove to an up-scale, wig shop and had to drag Jess inside. She just didn't want to be seen, even in the store.

But the saleswoman was friendly and professional, and clearly assumed she was indeed a cancer sufferer, and Morgan didn't say anything to change her mind. The woman attributed Jess' brain-dead state to drugs and medical procedures.

Over the next hour, Morgan picked out three different wigs. Jess didn't pay much attention - she just allowed her savior to handle everything.

After paying Morgan selected her favorite for Jess to wear home. It wasn't really Jess' favorite, but she was in no mood to argue; she was hugely relieved she wouldn't be bald anymore.

Looking at herself in the car's little mirror Jess realized that in the short, white wig, and with her pointy ears she looked like a fantasy pixie, a cute one, but certainly not the Jess she was used to seeing.

She didn't hate the look. But she wasn't crazy about it either. She always tried to hide her elf ears. The thick and long hair that she used to have covered them pretty well.

With the short hair, her tall pointed ears were obvious. And the white hair added even more emphasis. She did look like an elven princess.

She was surprised too that it was Morgan's favorite look for her. The woman had been so nice and supportive. She loved her for that. And she was feeling so much better because of her help.

They rushed home, trying to beat Aubrey back to the house.

Elf princess Jess, was worried about her lover's reaction. She knew Aubrey would be upset. Angry as all hell, probably. And she hopped that she'd be okay with the way she looked now.

It would be a while before her hair grew out, and she could go back to the normal Jess. She did have the other two wigs. One of them she knew was a close match to her old hair. That might be better.

When they arrived at the house though, they were too late, Aubrey's car was sitting in the driveway.

Hesitantly Jess climbed out of Morgan's car and headed inside. She hated the thought of reliving the episode again, to describe it to Aubrey, but she knew she'd have to.

Aubrey heard them come in, and met them in the hallway. "Hi, girls," she said happily, before stopping dead in her tracks as she saw Jess.

"Wow, what's with your hair? You look pixy cute like that, with your ears and everything," she said, still trying to adjust to seeing her lover looking so very different.

Jess just broke into sobs, unable to respond or tell her story. She quickly stepped forward to hug her lover and bury her face in her chest.

Confused and concerned, Aubrey wrapped her lover in a bear hug, and looked at Morgan who had followed Jess into the house.

"She's had a very rough day," Morgan said gently. "She needs a lot of support right now."

In a motherly fashion she ushered the two girls into the living room, and encouraged them to sit down on the couch. Then she explained to Aubrey what had happened to her lover.

As she listened to the ugly story, Aubrey split her emotions between anger at her old lover and concern for her new one.

The more she heard, the more horrified she became. And it was all Denver's doing. The girl she used to love. How could she!

Relieved and thankful that she hadn't had to describe her experience, Jess began to calm down. Aubrey had continued to hold her and pet her while Morgan finished up with describing their trip to the wig shop.

"And I thought that particular wig looked darling on her, so that's why she looks like such a lovely pixie," Morgan finished up with a chuckle.

Aubrey actually laughed. "I agree, I love her like this. And it's such a great wig - I can't even tell it's not her own hair. I thought she'd just gotten a cut and dye job."

Jess wasn't sure if her lover was just saying that to make her feel better, or if she really thought that. But it didn't matter. She just needed to get over the ordeal...

Rousing herself, she leaned away and sniffling, asked for a Kleenex. Morgan quickly retrieved a box from a nearby table.

After wiping her eyes and nose, she mumbled, "Denver still has a house key."

"I'll fix that," Aubrey said, as her anger peaked. She was so very angry she got up and began pacing and cursing. Voicing threats against Denver and her goon squad, too.

She took a moment to look up and call a locksmith, who agreed, for an extra fee, to come right over and change out the locks.

He also recommended a burglar alarm upgrade, which Aubrey agreed would be a good thing.

Morgan allowed her to blow off a little more steam before she spoke up. "Aubrey, I know this is tough, but please don't get wrapped up in thoughts of revenge. The police won't help, and a gangland hit isn't exactly your style.

"Although as your accountant, I can confirm that you can afford it..." she laughed, and that broke some of the tension. Aubrey smiled sheepishly, and Jess actually chuckled - a good sign.

Aubrey took a deep breath and sat back down next to Jess, and they kissed.

"I'm hungry," Jess said calmly.

"Great idea, so am I. It is dinner-time." Morgan confirmed. "To the kitchen?"

"Alright," Aubrey sighed, climbing to her feet and pulling Jess up with her.

Jess stood up and then stopped. "Wait a minute, I want a better look at my new hair."

Morgan chuckled. "I can't blame you. But take my word for it, you look cute and sexy."

"She's right," Aubrey confirmed, smiling.

Jess eyed her for a moment, trying to decide if she was telling the truth - seemed to be.

So, she nodded and headed down the hall to the master suite and the big, en suite's mirror.

Jess examined herself for several minutes, while Aubrey and Morgan stood back letting her finish her study.

She did look cute, but also a little silly, she thought. Like a character from an Anime movie or graphic novel. Her outlandish elf ears, another gift from damn Denver, were so much more obvious, when not hidden by long, thick hair.

She should have had them cut back when she was on the island, but Aubrey liked them, so now here she was. Looking more like an elf than ever.

She wondered about the wig's color, too. The white looked exotically pretty, but a color less striking might be easier to deal with.

"You really like me like this?" she finally asked.

"I do," Aubrey replied, honestly.

"I loved it the moment you tried it on," Morgan added.

"I need to try on the other two. The one that matches my real hair, and the other, long one."

"They looked good on you," Morgan assured her, then added, "but boring, compared to this one.

"Jess, you look like a different woman. A uniquely attractive one."

Jess shifted her gaze from Morgan back to Aubrey, who smiled and nodded. "I agree. Please keep that one on."

Outvoted, Jess just nodded. "Alright, now how about some food?"

All three of them, feeling better, headed to the kitchen, where they worked together to assemble a good meal, accompanied by an expensive bottle of wine.

The food wound up a huge success, and they slowly relaxed as they ate and drank. Aubrey and Morgan did their best to cheer Jess up, helping her move on from the Denver disaster.

Evey time Aubrey looked at her lover, she fought down feelings of anger and sorrow. But the more she examined Jess, the more she liked her new look. The wig Morgan had picked out for her looked adorable and charming. She did look like a character from Lord of the Rings, or some such.

And Morgan was quickly becoming more than just a friend. Aubrey was feeling an affection and attraction for her, and gratitude for all she had done to help Jess along.

Jess interrupted her train of thought, "She also made me promise to go to the club this weekend."

"Denver? For Girl's Night? She just wants to gloat. To humiliate you. And get back at me." Aubrey muttered.

"What club? What Girl's Night?" Morgan asked. It was the first she'd heard of such a thing.

Aubrey explained the club's, every-other-monthly, all female, mostly lesbian, get-together - 'Girl's Night', and the fun they had with their friends eating, drinking and dancing.

"Could I come along? Would you mind? I haven't been to something like that in years." she asked.

"Sure, why not?" Aubrey answered immediately. But then she realized that they were committed to the tailed table, and she wasn't sure how Morgan could fit in there, or if she would fit in there.

With Jess' help she explained as best she could, without sounding like some sort of fetish freak, how they had been roped into joining the 'tailed table' and all that it implied.

When she finished, both she and Jess waited to see Morgan's reaction.

"I'm game," Morgan said with a smile.

"You sure?"

"Well, I am gay, and I have had a plug up my ass before."

She paused to laugh at her two friend's reaction.

"Not one with an attached tail, but I've had several girlfriends over the years, and a couple of them were pretty kinky - really into toys of various kinds. And included in the list were plugs. I even enjoyed it on occasion."

Aubrey and Jess were both surprised. Accountant Morgan had always seemed too conservative and perhaps a little old for such anal games.

"You both seem shocked," Morgan said, chuckling. "My twenties were a bit of an adventure. It wasn't until I hit thirty that I calmed down, went back to school and earned my MBA and became the financial genius you now know and love."

"Oh, Okay." Aubrey replied. Not really understanding, but happy enough. Her new appreciation for Morgan continued to blossom. And she liked that, a lot.

Plans settled, Aubrey and Morgan went back to doing everything they could to help Jess get over the trauma of Denver's attack. And slowly she came around.

There was nothing she could really do. Her hair was gone, and wouldn't be back for months. She'd be wearing wigs, for at least that long.

Resigned, and among her best friends, Jess closed her eyes for a few seconds, accepted Aubrey's loving affection and Morgan's encouragement and composed herself.

Twenty minutes later, much calmer, Jess left Aubrey and Morgan and wandered into the bathroom to again examine herself. Now much more comfortable with what she saw.

She decided that Aubrey and Morgan were right. With the short white hair, her big blue eyes - she was still wearing the oversized contacts Denver had picked out for her on the island. It was a habit now. And her big, very obvious elf ears she looked like a cute, fairy princess. Or an elven queen. All she needed was a sparkly crown, or perhaps a flowery wreath and she'd be perfect.

While she was standing there admiring herself, Aubrey and Morgan stepped in behind her. "There you are, lover. We were wondering where you'd gone. Feeling better?"

"Yes. I'm getting used to it."

Aubrey giggled. "I liked your ears before, but with that hair you're the cutest thing ever."

"You sure?" Jess asked. "I don't look too cute? Too um young?"

"Like a teenage cosplayer?" Morgan replied with a giggle. "No. Not to me. You look adorable. If you weren't Aubrey's, I'd want to make you mine."

Realizing what she'd just said, Morgan then blushed and shut up. When she looked at Aubrey, she winked at her and mumbled, "she IS mine."

Jess, overhearing, smiled happily. That's exactly what she wanted. Perhaps Denver's attack hadn't been a total disaster.

Changing tack, Aubrey asked to see the other two wigs and Jess obliged, first donning the one that looked like her old hair.

And then modeling the long blond wig. Aubrey liked that one too. "You look older and sexier in that one.

"But I'm with Morgan. I like the pixie look best."

With everything settled, and Jess mostly recovered, the three of them called it a night.

Aubrey invited Morgan to crash there in a guest room, in part to thank her, and in part because she liked her so much, but Morgan declined. She had an early morning meeting to attend and she'd need to change and prepare.

"Rain check?" she asked, playfully.

"Absolutely," both Aubrey and Jess replied.

On the way out the door, both Jess' and Aubrey's hugs and kisses with their girlfriend were more energetic and loving than ever before. After the events of the day, Morgan was now more than just a friend and family accountant.

She drove away with a final wave, as Aubrey and Jess backed into the house and closed the door.

Both of them verified that the door was locked and the alarm armed, before they turned and headed back to the kitchen.

"She is wonderful. As an accountant and a friend," Aubrey said, amiably as they moved along.

"She saved me. I almost had a nervous breakdown," Jess whimpered.

Aubrey stopped and pulled her into a hug, and kissed her lightly on the cheeks, nose and then mouth.

It helped, and Jess kissed her back, lovingly, feeling better.

When they broke it off, Aubrey gave Jess a gentle push toward the hallway. "Go get ready for bed. Take a shower, it'll help calm you. I'll clean up in there. I'll be in, in a minute."

Jess sighed. She was exhausted and bed sounded good.

She staggered down the hall and into their bedroom, and stripped off her clothes. A nice warm shower would feel good.

Only at the last second did she realize she was still wearing her new wig. So, she stripped it off, while looking at her head in the mirror. And again, the sight started her crying. "Damn you, Denver," she muttered.

In the shower she realized disgustedly that there was no need for shampoo, or conditioner, so she soaped her head as well as her body.

Rubbing her hands over her baldness felt terribly weird, and she hated the feeling.

Jess was startled when Aubrey stepped into the stall behind her. And she immediately felt embarrassed in front of her lover.

"I look hideous," she mumbled as she slouched under the spray.

Aubrey lovingly pulled her into a hug, and kissed her, before shifting her hands up to massage the soft skin of her head. "You don't look 'hideous', and I love you regardless, hair or no hair."

Jess relaxed a little. Aubrey's touch felt nice, but still weird.

For a while, under the warm water with her lover, Jess was able to forget her hair, while the two of them kissed and caressed as they liked to do. But when they finally stepped out and began drying each other, she was again disgusted when the towel passed over the top of her head. Damn!

She shifted to focus on helping dry Aubrey's hair enjoying the process. "I love your hair even more now that I have none," she said with a laugh.

Aubrey was relieved. Poor Jess was calming down; even able to joke about her disaster.

Finished, they headed for bed, to move on to making love.

Aubrey wound up on top of Jess as they kissed, cuddled and giggled happily.

When Aubrey shifted down to focus her attentions on her lover's breasts, Jess reached a free arm over toward the night stand and picked up her wig. Despite Aubrey's attentions, she was still uncomfortable being bald, even in bed.

But noticing, Aubrey stopped her. "Why bother? I'd like to make love to you as you are. We just might enjoy it."

"My bare skull?" Jess groaned, but it wasn't pained, more like accepting.

"Yes. Remember I love all of you."

The sex became the final release that helped Jess get over her troubles. Aubrey was so loving, such a wonderful partner; soon to be wife. And she didn't let Jess' hairless state interfere with their passion.

In fact, she professed to enjoy it, and the way it eased access to her cute elf ears. Jess knew she liked her bizarre ears, but she wondered if Aubrey was just saying that to help her come around.

Eventually, exhausted, they fell asleep.

It took Jess longer to reach dreamland. It felt so weird with her bare head on the pillow.

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When Jess finally awoke, Aubrey was already gone, so she climbed out of bed and moved into the bathroom.

Looking at herself she moaned and cursed, still disgusted by the sight of her bare head. There was already a short stubble, growing back, making it look even worse. She even thought about shaving herself smooth once again. But if she ever wanted to be rid of the wigs, she'd have to suffer with the stubble, and then short hair for months to come.

She stepped out for a moment to grab her wigs. All three of them.

When she tried the wig that matched her normal hair color, she looked okay, but it just didn't seem right. It looked like her, but it wasn't her.

The long blonde wig was pretty and sexy but she thought it made her appear artificial, and gave her a bimbo look.

When Aubrey wandered in as she was still experimenting, she just stood and watched for a while.

"I agree with Morgan. You look fantastically cute in that short, white one."

"The pixie cut? Are you certain? My ears stand out so."

"I told you. That's one of the reasons I love you like that," Aubrey said, a she stepped up and kissed her.

"Wear that one for me. Please."

After breakfast. Aubrey called Olivia and explained that she had a friend who was interested in joining them at the tailed table.

"That will be fine, Martie and Kit are on a cruise in the Caribbean, so there will be empty chairs, and of course, I'll bring a spare plug and tail. Is she an anal virgin? Will I need the white one?"

"Um, nope," Aubrey replied, still a little surprised that Morgan was that experienced.

Jess and Aubrey spent that day and the next one, at home with Jess still working to get over the trauma of Denver's attack, with Aubrey doing her best to support and encourage her to move on. She did learn to like her new hair, but each time she saw herself in a mirror, she cursed 'that damned Denver'.

That evening Aubrey convinced Jess to go out for an easy dinner at their favorite casual restaurant.

Jess wore the white wig. She was getting used to it, and Aubrey did seem to genuinely like her in it. And it turned out, everyone else did as well.

Out in public, folks also clearly liked her look. Her now more prominent ears drew a lot more comments, mostly complimentary.

Little kids especially liked the way she looked and she was asked on several occasions if she was a fairy princess.

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On Friday morning they went into the office for their weekly staff meeting.

Jess walked into the conference room wearing her pixie wig. Surprising Quinn and Theresa who professed to love her new hair. They didn't seem to realize that it was a wig.

Apparently, Morgan hadn't said anything. That was fine with Jess.

The five of them conducted their normal, dull review of the business. Everything was going well, there were no issues, and no new projects.

After they'd completed the work, they walked together down the block to a restaurant to share a lunch.

After a few positive comments on her new hairstyle, the conversation moved on to other topics. Silly politicians, nice weather, and vacation plans.

Jess felt even better about her hair on the way home, and Aubrey was happy for her. "See the girls like your hair, and even the way your ears add to the 'fairy princess look'."

"When your hair grows back you should cut it and color it to look the same."

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

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When it came time for them to attend the Girl's Night bash, both were excited, but Jess was also nervous. She knew her new hairstyle, she'd wear the pixie wig, would generate a lot of comments, and she hoped they'd be positive.

She also expected another confrontation from Denver, damn her! This time she was prepared for a fight, and she felt angry enough to actually engage in one. Even though she was smaller, she figured she still had more testosterone and stronger muscles that the bitch, so she expected to be able to hold her own in a bout.

Aubrey understood her lover's concerns, and did her best to calm her. "I'll be there, and I won't allow Denver to harass you. She's done far too much of that!"

They were both happy to have Morgan along. She was becoming a favorite friend, and they both appreciated her.

They'd planned for her to ride with them over to the club. So, she showed up early to the house.

When Aubrey met her at the door she was again surprised and impressed by the woman. She looked fabulous. Perfect for partying and more attractive than she'd ever seen her.

When Jess got a look at her, she froze and whistled appreciatively. "Wow."

Morgan giggled and curtseyed. "When I party, I party."

"That dress looks gorgeous on you, and very sexy. I bet you'll get hit on," Aubrey said as she gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, and you'd might as well leave your panties behind. On our first visit to the tailed table, we lost ours; tossed aside when we were tailed," She added, chuckling.

Morgan giggled. "Panties? I never wear them."

After she'd seen the surprised looks on the two girls faces, she broke up laughing. "Got you. You two are so gullible."

Aubrey and Jess, both laughed.

But then stopped again when Morgan added. "At least, I never wear them when I'm going to a party. So, no problem. I have nothing to lose."

Inside the door, Morgan reached out and grabbed both of their shoulders. "Show me your tails. I'm dying to see them, especially if I'm going to be wearing one, tonight."

Giggling, Jess and Aubrey turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder. In unison, laughing delightfully they bent at the waist and then waved their tails, as they swayed their asses at her.

"Lovely, and fun." Morgan commented, joining in the laughter.

She lifted Jess' short skirt to get a better look at the attachment point. Feeling the draft Jess blushed but didn't protest.

Finishing her examination, she gave Jess a slap on the ass, making her jump and Aubrey giggle. She then led the way out to the garage and her SUV.

Morgan followed along, and then climbed into the back seat and settled comfortably while Aubrey got behind the wheel, adjusting her tail so she wouldn't be sitting on it.

As Jess climbed into the passenger seat, she grunted as her ass hit the cushioning. And Morgan heard, and laughed. "Come on, Jess, enjoy."

She just groaned some more as she settled and adjusted her tail. She wasn't about to tell Morgan about the nanites dedicated to intensifying her pleasure from the anal penetration. She was grunting in response to those very enjoyable feelings.

They pulled into the crowded parking area, forty minutes later. There were dozens of women unloading and heading happily for the front door; all intent on having a good time.

After shutting down the engine, Aubrey turned in her seat, "ready?" she asked Morgan.

"Certainly. Looking forward to a good time. Like I said, it's been a while."

Aubrey smiled, "great. Let's go."

Holding hands the three of them joined the crowd excitedly heading for the club.

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As always, the place was packed, and chaotic, as the women greeted friends and searched for tables.

Morgan was fascinated, and excited by all she saw. It had indeed been a long time since she'd partied with just girls, she'd been too wrapped up with her career, but now she was convinced it would be fun.

Aubrey led the way toward the back corner where the tailed table awaited.

Following along behind her two friends, Morgan also enjoyed the sight of their tails waving intriguingly from beneath their short skirts. And she wondered how it would feel when she wore one of the things.

At the table, most of the crew was already seated and chatting, so they spent a while on hugs and kisses, and in introducing Morgan to their kinky, tailed friends.

Everyone was impressed and pleased by what they saw and heard, thinking that Morgan would fit right in.

"No date Morgan?" Kendra asked, pleasantly.

"No," Morgan replied a little sadly. "I don't have a partner at the moment."

"Well, I'm certain you can find someone here, tonight. You look fabulous."

"Especially once you're tailed," Olivia said, getting a laugh. "You are ready for that, right? I have one for you."

Morgan nodded and smiled. "I've been warned, and I am ready."

"Excellent. Come on back here, it's private enough. Kendra and I usually help."

Aubrey had briefed her on the process, so Morgan wasn't all that nervous. She'd even given herself an enema and pre-lubed her behind before driving over to Aubrey's house.

Bent over the back of a chair, facing the crowd and shielded by a couple of the other tailed women, she allowed the two hosts to insert a plug with a pretty pony's tail in her ass.

She accepted it with a smile, and without flinching. Clearly not an anal virgin.

Olivia finished with a slap, as she usually did with new members, and Morgan squealed and jumped, but the smile never left her face.

Jess was surprised. Morgan had been their accountant - all business, and then had showed herself to be a great friend, but now she was absolutely displaying herself as a very kinky woman. There were certainly many sides to her, all of them intriguing.

Finished with her tailing, she gave both Olivia and Kendra affectionate kisses, and then walked over, swinging her tail, to sit between Jess and Aubrey. They'd held that chair for her.

When she lowered herself down onto the seat, Aubrey heard her gasp and couldn't help giggling. "You need to arrange your tail, and be prepared for the plug poking you."

Morgan chuckled. "I see that now."

For the next hour the three of them joined in the party. Chatting with the others around the table, as well as drinking and eating.

Everyone did seem to appreciate Jess' new hairstyle, and several of them admitted to loving her ears, now that they were on full display.

Winona made her rounds and immediately seemed to take a liking to Morgan, pumping her for personal details, "so I can find you a date for next time."

Morgan seemed amenable to the possibility.

The queen also confessed to liking Jess' pixie look. "It does make you look younger, like a fairy princess. We'll have to work on a suitable costume for Halloween. It's coming up, you know."

Aubrey laughed delightedly. "It is, isn't it?"

"Yes, and we all get dressed for the Girl's Night event. Costumes are required, the more elaborate and sexy, the better. Right girls?" she asked the table.

They all agreed, and appeared delighted with the prospects.

After Winona had left, Tillie, Kendra's partner, got up and walked around the table to stand behind Jess.

"I absolutely adore your ears," she said while resting her hands on Jess's shoulders. She then leaned down to whisper in her ear, "can I feel them? They look so real."

Jess was surprised, "sure. But..."

"But what?" Tillie asked as she shifted her fingers up to gently caress Jess's tall elf ears.

Jess, shivered a bit, it felt nice. Only Aubrey had ever done that.

"They are real," she sighed.

"What?" Tilly asked, shocked. "I though they were those Cosplay latex extension things."

Morgan sitting next to Jess giggled.

"I had them done on a lark, but Aubrey likes them and I've gotten used to them. Now with my shorter hair they're much more obvious," she explained.

"That's so cool," Tilly gushed as she continued to stroke Jess' pretty ears. "You need more piercings. More decorations," she said dreamily.

Jess remembered that Tilly, herself had several piercings running up her ears.

"We've thought about it, Aubrey and I, but aren't they showy enough as they are?" Jess replied.

"They'd look so much prettier. I'd be happy to hook you up with my piercer. She's great."

"I'll think about it." Jess said just to finalize the conversation. She also turned her head to look up at the girl, who had to Tillie leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, before she stepped back and moved back to ger seat.

After Tillie had moved away Morgan leaned over and whispered. "She loves your ears. We all do. With your pixie look, more jewelry would be nice."

Frustrated, Jess, just muttered, "I said, I'll think about it."

++++++++++++

They were just ordering another round of drinks, when Denver showed up at the table with her slave girl in tow.

Aubrey, Jess and Morgan all suddenly froze, expecting bad things to come.

"What's that?" Denver asked, acidically. She pointed at Jess's hair and spoke loud enough to attract the attention of most everyone around them.

"That's her new haircut, I think she looks fabulous, I love her even more." Aubrey said, purposely rubbing salt in the wound.

Jess, worried that Denver might do something mean and stupid at the taunt.

When she looked at the woman, she could see that Denver was seriously pissed, Jess thought she could see smoke coming out of her ears, she only barely stopped herself from laughing.

Aubrey could see it too. She realized that this version of Denver was definitely not the woman she had once loved. She braced for some sort of explosion.

And sure enough, Denver lost it.

She took a big, aggressive step forward and ripped the wig from Jess' head. Revealing her bald state; drawing gasps from a couple of the other women around the table.

Morgan who had been sitting on Jess' other side stood up. "Give it back," she growled. And Aubrey thought she sounded frighteningly combative.

Denver, still furious, turned to her and pointed at her. "Back off, this is between me and the bitch."

Morgan, icily stepped closer. "Denver. Give it back, and go away. Now."

Denver sneered, and stabbed her finger into Morgan's chest, "or what?"

What happened next took everyone by complete surprise, particularly Denver.

Morgan moved so quickly some of the audience didn't even see the punch land, squarely on Denver's nose.

What those folks watching did see was Denver flying backwards, arms flailing, with blood flying from her poor, once cute nose. She landed on her ass, screaming and reaching for her face with both hands, as she continued to fall backwards. Her head hit the floor with a thunk, and several people gasped, afraid she'd knocked herself out.

But she hadn't. She did just lay there though, rolling slightly groaning and gasping, "my nose, my nose."

Nobody moved, so shocked they all were. Until Denver's slave girl squatted down and picked up the wig in one hand and the loose end of her leash with the other. She stood back up, carefully offering the wig to Jess. For a moment, she was too shocked to accept it, but then she accepted the hair and began sorting through it, to place it back where it belonged.

Everyone's trance seemed to break all at once, and they all started babbling.

A server who had been taking their drink orders, and had therefore seen the entire event, quickly stepped over, and a largish bouncer chick also ran to the table.

The bouncer looked a little confused, uncertain about what to do. She was clearly undecided about whether to help the injured, or grab the fighter. But the server, called her down to help the woman bleeding on the floor.

"Deb, I saw the whole thing. This woman started it, and got what she deserved. Help me get her out of here."

The two of them, with the help of a couple patrons and the slave girl provided the dazed Denver with a towel to staunch the blood flow and helped to her feet. She was terribly unsteady, and she was bleating like a lost calf as well.

Slowly, they carried her toward an office space, while another server ran for ice and a first-aid kit.

Before following along behind the parade Denver's somewhat lost slave girl turned to Jess and said, "sorry." Before heading off.

"Holy shit, Morgan!" Audrey exclaimed after they'd cleared off.

Morgan sat back into her chair smiling sheepishly. "No big thing. I told you I had a wild twenties. Part of that time I was an MMA fighter."

"No shit?"

Morgan nodded, proudly. "Won a few big bouts. A couple of them on TV."

"Wow."

Jess having replaced her wig, leaned over and wrapped her arms around Morgan, her defender. "Thank you, so much," she said as she kissed her. "That's twice now that you saved me."

"She deserved it." Morgan said, before kissing her back, affectionately.

Aubrey also gave Morgan a thankful kiss.

Several of the people around them also congratulated Morgan on the one-punch knock-out, agreeing that the victim deserved it.

After a few more minutes of excited review, things quieted down and everyone went back to enjoying themselves. The server returned, nodded at Morgan and resumed taking drink orders. Clearly there would be no repercussions.

There was never another Denver sighting for the rest of the night.

The three of them only hung around for another half-hour, finishing their drinks. They didn't even visit the dance floor when the band started up. Jess certainly wasn't in the mood, and Morgan admitted that her hand hurt.

So, Aubrey declared their evening at an end. "Let's get out of here. I need to put you two to bed."

They left the girls of the tailed club after a round of goodbyes. Many of the women again congratulated Morgan on her handling of the attack. None of them mentioned Jess' baldness, preferring to avoid that uncomfortable situation.

She was happy about that.

The threesome made their way out of the club and took off in Aubrey's car, sad at the ruined night, but pleased with the outcome.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" Aubrey asked as three of them were driving back to the house.

"Who? Denver?" Morgan asked nonchalantly.

"Yes, silly. Who else got the shit beat out of them tonight," Aubrey replied laughing.

Morgan shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure I broke her nose. Pretty badly I imagine. She'll need a surgeon's help if she doesn't want to remain misshapen."

"Poor girl," Aubrey muttered.

"She deserved it!" Jess declared. "And thanks again Morgan for coming to my defense."

Morgan smiled. "Don't mention it. You can buy me dinner some time."

"I will."

Jess decided she'd do much more than that, if she ever got the chance. She didn't think Aubrey would mind.

+++++++++++++

Back at home, Aubrey didn't allow Morgan to just drive off. She insisted that Morgan come in for a night-cap, to thank her again for the timely intervention.

The three of them wound up on the couch, sipping wine and rehashing the evening, the punch and the happy result.

And that led to some very thankful and loving kisses, between all three of them.

It was an enjoyable time, and it led to more wine, and more affection.

Eventually though, without any further discussion the three of them, more or less passed out, there on the couch, tangled closely in each other's arms.

In the morning Morgan refused to stay any longer, claiming the need for a shower and a better rest. But she did accept an invitation for more quality time with the two of them.

Aubrey and Jess definitely wanted to spend more quality time with her.

++++++++++++

A several days later, after a warning call, Winona showed up at the house.

Morgan was already there. She'd visited a couple times since the party, and the three of them had been enjoying their time together. Aubrey and Jess adored her company and friendship. She'd even spent an enchanting night in their bed, during which, the three of them had shared loving orgasms.

They were sitting out on the patio, having just finished a playful session in the pool, when Winona had shown up, bringing a large collection of Chinese take-out.

Happily, the four of them ate and drank around the outdoor kitchen table.

As they ate, they casually talked current events, interrupted by Winona doing her best to learn more about Morgan; her background, lifestyle and romantic interests.

When that discussion slowed, Winona moved onto another, closer to home, topic. "Denver is in the hospital. A plastic surgeon needs to repair the damage to her nose. She's a train wreck.

"One of the other girls stopped by to see her, and reported back to me."

She paused to acknowledge the chuckles from Aubrey and Jess. Morgan just shrugged it off.

"By the way, didn't she have that nose done, on your first trip to that island?" Winona asked Aubrey.

She nodded and started laughing. "Yes, she did. And she was very happy with the way it looked. Used to look, anyway."

"Well, now it apparently looked like a squashed grape."

Jess laughed, too, as she imagined Denver's horror at the damage to what had been her 'perfect' nose.

"And she has two black eyes. Kind of a racoon look."

They all laughed again.

"I assume the surgical team will be able to put it back."

"I hope so. I don't like being the one who ruined her," Morgan said, sadly.

Winona smiled consolingly. "Not your fault. She brought it on herself. Everyone sees it that way."

She then turned to Jess. "I also spoke to the two women who helped her. They're sorry, and pissed at her for involving them, so neither of you have anything to worry about."

Turning back to Morgan, she added, "Denver has nothing on you, my dear. I'm pretty sure she just wants to forget the whole thing, and move on with her life." she finished, confidently.

+++++++++++++

Over the next few weeks, Morgan continued to visit regularly and became one of the family.

Aubrey and Jess found her company much more enjoyable than back in time when the threesome included Denver.

Relaxing In bed, after another enjoyable session together they laughed as Morgan described herself as a 'full-service accountant.

Aubrey replied, "an accountant with benefits."

Either description worked...

In fact, she spent so much time in the house that one of the guest bedrooms became hers, and she stocked it with the essentials and several changes of clothes. But when she spent the night, she usually didn't use that bed very often.

With the wedding rapidly approaching she also took on the role of the Maid of Honor.

+++++++++++++

The day of their wedding finally arrived. It was a little anti-climactic; they had been together and in love for months and were certain that their relationship would last forever. The wedding was just a confirmation and a reason to dress up and party.

The gathering was a small one, only their closest friends and their partners invited and blessed with good weather, it was held outdoors, on the patio.

Chelsea, a judge and friend of Theresa's conducted the short, official ceremony. The food was catered, the booze plentiful and a DJ provided music.

Their wedding was a huge success. Everyone was happy for them, and enjoyed the party. All the guests who hadn't seen their home were impressed by the house, and all the decorations. The weather was perfect and the catered food great, and the drink plentiful.

While the joyful couple were enjoying the first dance, Jess leaned back to look into her lovely bride's eyes. "When she mentioned 'happy, healthy and wealthy' during the ceremony, I thought, I'm the healthy one with my glorious girl-body. And you're the wealthy one."

"And we're both the happy ones!" Aubrey added, laughing gayly.

They kissed again passionately and all the watchers cheered and applauded.

Late in the evening, with the caterers, the DJ, and half of the guests gone, the remainder initiated a more loving party. Clothes began to disappear and the pool and spa began to fill with naked revelers.

Even Chelsea, the judge hung around and joined in. She was about ten years older, but had an attractive body nonetheless.

Jess was impressed when she saw Kendra strip off her dress to reveal a cropped pony tail hanging from her ass.

She had to explain to a couple of the other guests, not familiar with the tailed table, what that game was all about. And in doing so she also had to blushingly, explain that she and Aubrey were members of that society.

Theresa and her date Haley were laughingly fascinated and they grabbed Aubrey as she passed by, and demanded more details.

Their discussions, overheard, drew even more attention, and hearing the keyword 'tail', Kendra came over to show off. Tillie, her lover wasn't wearing her own tail, but she proudly helped demonstrate how her lover's tail was mounted.

"Where are your tails?" Winona asked loudly when she walked up. "You really should be wearing them."

Jess stuck out her tongue at Morgan when she joined Winona and enthusiastically agreed. "Yes, you should. I can retrieve them for you." And then turned and headed for the house.

Panicky, Jess looked at Aubrey who was laughing. "Don't bother Morgan, we'll take care of it ourselves."

She then grabbed Jess' hand and dragged her out of the crowd and toward the door. Their friends cheered.

Inside the house it was quiet, and Jess muttered, "I don't want to be out there tailed."

'Oh, come on, spoil sport," Aubrey chuckled. "Most of them have seen us like that already."

"Not most of them," Jess argued.

"Well, by the time the party ends, probably not until tomorrow, they'll all have seen us."

They paraded out a few minutes later, naked and tailed, and everyone cheered.

And from that point on, the wedding reception ended and the orgy began. And like the wedding and the reception, that was also glorious.

By three in the morning the dozen or so women were too drunk, and too sexually satiated to do anything other than collapse and sleep it off.

They wound up in the house, scattered amongst the family room and assorted bedrooms, in twos and threes, and in the case of the big couch, six, where Aubrey, Jess, Morgan and Judge Chelsea, tailed Kendra and her love Tillie all collapsed and cuddled.

By noon, everyone had sufficiently recovered to drive home, leaving Aubrey and Jess alone in their disaster of a house.

"We can clean this up later," Aubery declared as she hugged her wife and the two of them staggered into their bedroom, to officially consummate their marriage.

The End...

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