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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by (the) Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by Night Hawk

Chapter 3:  Patti Gets Wet
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I laid in bed watching TV waiting for Linda and Julie to start
their shift.  I was looking forward to another lesson in makeup,
and I sure wouldn't mind another shot at that whirlpool tub!

I realized the drugs I had been given for the surgery were working
their way out of my system as I could feel more of my body coming
back to life, especially in my groin. It was quarter to eleven when
a young student nurse came into my room and told me that it was
bath time.

"But. but." I started to sputter.

She looked around and winked at me.  "It's okay Patti.  Linda
called me today and told me how much you enjoyed your 'bath' last
night.  She said you were a bit embarrassed and that maybe I should
help you tonight, if that's okay with you."

"Uh, yeah, sure.  If you don't mind." I said while taking in the
sight of this young gorgeous girl in front of me.  I hoped to hell
that my eyes weren't showing the lust I was feeling.

"Good," she said and brought my wheelchair out and helped me into
it.  "By the way, I'm Marcie."

Marcie must be Greek or Latin or something for Goddess I thought. 
She was a lot shorter than me, maybe just breaking the five-foot
mark, but she was curvy all over.  Even her uniform couldn't hide
that.  A beautiful oval face framed in corn-silk blonde hair and
with teeth as white as any I had ever seen in any toothpaste ad,
and breath like honey.  Where the hell had girls like Marcie been
when I was growing up?   As she wheeled me to the hydrotherapy
room, she told me that Julie and Linda would be in after midnight 
with more makeup tips.

After she had locked the door behind us, "for privacy and modesty"
she said, she helped me get up out of the chair.  Damn but I had to
take a leak.  I kind of gave her a hint that my bladder was full
but to my surprise, she just pointed to the toilet and said to go
ahead.  It was just us girls here.

Yeah, right!  This beauty is telling me that we're just girls, but
I hadn't mastered the art of peeing like one and Marcie wasn't
taking her eyes off me.  Last night I had been too involved in
taking a look at my new body to worry about undressing in front of
Julie and Linda, and they had after all given me sponge baths for
the previous nights, but the few times I had tried to urinate today
sitting down had been awkward and I still hadn't figured out yet
how to 'towel' dry my pussy with toilet paper.

"It's okay Patti," Marcie said.  "I know that you've lost a lot of
your memory.  Maybe I can help you regain some of the basics."

Before I could say please or thank you or anything else, Marcie
was pulling my nightgown off.  I still wasn't allowed underwear so
I was instantly nude.  Damn.  In my mind I was a 45-year-old male,
and here was a gorgeous girl, probably no older than 18 looking at
my new female body.  I felt my nipples start to pucker and I
crossed my arms over my chest to hide them.  Marcie however was
more intent at looking at my crotch.

"It's awful how they shaved only part of your pubic hair for the
operation," she said as she removed the smaller dressing.  "It'll
itch like hell when it starts to grow back in."

She helped me to sit on the toilet and adjusted my positioning. 

Oh, that was much better.  I felt my bladder release it's contents
and it sounded like a waterfall.  I must have blushed a beet red. 
I started to pull some toilet paper from the roll when Marcie
stopped me.  "Like this," she said, and with two fingers she did a
quick twirl around and with a flick of the wrist snapped off a
section.  "You try it."

It took me four times before I could do it properly and then
Marcie told me to pat, not wipe and if I had a bowel movement to
always wipe to the rear so as not to chance a bacterial infection.

I relaxed a bit realizing that Marcie was just trying to be
professional about this.  It still felt strange though because we
were much closer in 'physical' age than anyone who had treated me
up till now.  Then she asked me if I remembered menstruating. 

Ah Fuck!  Just fucking wonderful.  I was going to have to deal
with this now as well.

I shook my head and said that I wasn't sure I had even started yet.

"Patti, I know you just turned 14 last month, but if you haven't
started, I'm sure your Mom would have had you into the doctor's."

Female hormones were starting to kick in and I could feel tears
welling up in my eyes.

"That's okay Patti," Marcie said in a soothing voice.  "I'm sure
that memory will come back real quick when your next period starts,
but I'll get a booklet on how to use sanitary napkins for you from
the Nurse's station and some pads for you to practice with."

Marcie was stroking my back and holding my head against her
breasts as I sat on the toilet.  It was a little embarrassing, but
not so much that I didn't appreciate the soft feel of her bra-
encased breasts against my cheek and my tears stopped almost
instantly.  I might have the body of a 14-year-old girl, but my 45-
year-old male mind remembered the warm scent of woman.

"Better now?" Marcie asked as she stroked my hair.

I looked up at her and said, "Oh, Yes!"

She chuckled and released me to run the water, the powerful flow
noisily filling the tub in a minute or so, then started the pump
and added some bubble-mix.  I really liked the bubbles!

I was getting stronger by the day and got into the tub by myself
and let the water jets caress my sensitive young body.  Marcie
coaxed me to lean back so she could wash my hair.  What she was
doing felt really good and I was slowly falling under the spell the
sensations of having my head massaged sent through my body.  Then
abruptly, Marcie stopped.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked.  "I'm getting all wet
doing this from behind the tub, and I could do a much better job if
I got in with you."

Would I mind?  Like I was going to pass up the chance to see the
body of this pocket-goddess?  Yeah, right!  But I just quietly said
okay, it was a big tub and we should fit.

Marcie unzipped her uniform and let it fall silently to the floor. 

Her orange-sized breasts were barely supported by a pale blue
cotton bra, with matching bikini panties, and then she undid the
front clasp and peeled back the cups to show me her puckered pink
nipples on slightly darker aureoles.  Her breasts drooped hardly at
all as she let the bra fall, standing full and proud above her
slender waist.   Next she kicked off her shoes, and slowly pushed
her panties off her hips revealing her small, light bush showing me
she was definitely a natural blonde.  She let the panties fall to
the floor and stepped out of them, and I looked at her face to see
a gentle smile.

"You like?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I replied, flushed.  "You're beautiful!"  If I had been
wearing my old body, I would have shot my load right then and there
just from the view, and as it was I could feel a warmth spreading
between my legs.  She slipped in behind me and I felt her breasts
brush my back.  God this felt wonderful, and I think I moaned.

Marcie hugged me from behind and then returned to the scalp
massage she had started.  She kept it up for a few minutes longer
and then helped me rinse.  Then she hugged me again and picking up
the soap began washing my tits!

Oh Jesus.  I never knew how sensitive nipples and tits could be! 
I was moaning out loud and then I felt one of Marcie's hands travel
down to my groin.  I felt her fingers play around my pussy and then
a finger started to stroke and gently probe my hole.

"God, you're already wet," she whispered, and then began to nibble
on my ear.

"Yes," I giggled.  "Of course I'm wet.  I'm sitting in water."

"No silly," she said between nips on my ear and neck.  "You're
lubricated.  Sex wet."

"Huh?"

She dipped a finger into my hole and then lifted it out of the
water to show me the shiny coat of what looked like baby oil on her
finger.  "That's from you.  You're sexually aroused."

I grabbed her hand and pushed it back to where it had just come
from.  "Please Marcie, don't stop doing what you're doing.  It
feels so good."

She pulled me back against her allowing her more freedom to
explore and the water just continued to churn around us.  Her
fingers were all over my new toy, slipping and sliding and
spreading the folds she found there until her finger flicked
upwards and I felt a jolt go through me.  So this is what women
liked so much.  I knew immediately that Marcie had found my clit,
something that I had rarely found on a woman.

I spread my legs wider and my knees came up on their own giving
Marcie all the room and freedom to continue.  I felt it start in my
groin, heat that started to radiate all over my body.  I couldn't
describe the sensation, but I began to buck my hips trying to make
more contact with Marcie's magical fingers, and then I burst.  I
could feel the release of something deep inside and I saw stars.  I
groaned and I moaned and thrashed about but Marcie wasn't done with
me and worked at me till I came a second time.  I think she would
have been willing to bring me off even more, but she whispered in
my ear that I needed to relax.  "We don't want to rip your
stitches," she told me, and then asked if we could change positions.

I moved so that Marcie could lead the way, and she slid around me
until she was facing me.  "Bring back any memories Patti?" she
asked.

I must have looked totally confused at her question and she
hastened to explain.  It seemed that Linda had noticed my lack of
attention to the male staff and patients and then saw my strong
reaction to the whirlpool last night.  Figuring I might prefer
women to men, she had called Marcie, a friend who swung both ways
and a sympathetic soul. 

It turned out that Marcie didn't even normally work on this wing,
but had swapped shifts with another student nurse so that she could
help me and see if I recovered any of my memories.  I told her
honestly that I didn't know, but that my mother wouldn't let me
date until I turned 16.  I mentioned my best friend Cathy, but that
I didn't know if we had ever played around or not.

"Not to worry Patti," she said.  "As long as you enjoyed
yourself."  Then she lifted one of her legs and twisted her body so
that the jet stream hit her pussy like it had mine last night.  I
watched fascinated as she quickly started to pant and put a hand
between her legs to help herself along.

I was mesmerized!  I watched her climax once and she stayed in
that position, just moaning.  Hesitantly I reached forward and
cupped one of her breasts.  It sure felt good to me and Marcie must
have liked it as her moans increased.  This turned me on so I
started to knead her boob and flicked my thumb over her nipple. 
She opened her eyes and smiled encouragingly and suddenly I knew I
had the power!  I dropped one hand into the water and searched for
her sex center.  Knowing now where my own clit was, I reached under
her sex with an upturned palm and pressed my thumb against her love
button.  This caused her to squeal in delight and using her own
hand to guide me, inserted my middle finger right into her hot
chamber.

"Lift it like you're telling somebody to come to you," she panted
out between clenched teeth.  I did and I felt her vagina clamp on
my finger as she climaxed again.  Bracing her elbows against the
tub she started to hump my finger and that triggered yet another
climax.  Finally she just eased back and I felt my finger slide out
of her.

Marcie leaned forward, kissed me on the mouth, and said, "I'm not
sure what memories woke up in you Patti, but this definitely is not
your first time with a woman."

I couldn't tell her the truth, so I just shrugged and said I
didn't remember.

We rinsed in the shower together and dried each other off.  After
I was safely back in my bed, she went and fetched some information
about menstruation that was clearly written for girls who were
expecting their first period, and, as promised she brought me an
entire box of pads so that I could practice with them.  Making sure
no one was looking, she gave me a kiss goodnight and left to attend
her regular duties.  I didn't realize at the time that she had come
in early, on her own time, to try and help me regain my memory. 
Marcie was a very special person and I will always consider her my
first real lover.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Julie and Linda came in earlier than their normal shifts as well,
and Linda had bought me a good hairbrush.  With the help of the
tray mirror, they helped me to apply my own makeup.  Julie had
bought some basics for me to start me out right.  They told me to
practice and to make sure that I brushed my hair and they would be
back after their first rounds.

I watched Johnny Carson on TV as I brushed my hair the required
100 times.  This took some practice as well.  It took both hands
and some dexterity to brush both under and over my long hair, and I
really didn't like the part in the middle so I decided I would
start brushing it back away from my face.  I was pleased to see in
the mirror that this made me look more mature and even though the
hair still hung around my face, the part was gone and I had some
managed some lift.  Julie and Linda both seemed pleased with the
results when they came in and they sat on the bed with me as
Johnny's last guest did his shtick.

"Did you hear about the O'Donnell boy?" Linda asked Julie during a
commercial break.  That got my ears perked up quick.

"Who would have thought?" said Julie.  "Strong healthy looking boy
like him. Mrs. MacDonald said she walked into his room and he was
crying, bawling like a baby. said he wanted to confess everything
and practically begging his father to forgive him."

"I was surprised that Mrs. MacDonald called his father this late
at night," Linda said.

"Is this Patrick you guys are talking about?" I asked.

Linda turned to me and asked if I knew him.  I just said that I
had met him today and we played a few hands of cards.

"Did he seem depressed to you?" Julie asked.

"He was really bummed out about something," I said.  I figured
that Patricia had improvised on our plan and from the looks of
things, had gotten a lot of things rolling at once.  "What
happened?"

"Well," said Linda, checking to see nobody else was listening in. 
"I guess his father said that he was coming right down and then
Mrs. MacDonald arranged for him to be taken down for a psych
consult.  I think that Patrick and his parents have a lot to talk
about tonight.  He just kept going on about how stupid he'd been
and that he done the one thing he never wanted to do, make his
parents ashamed of him."

It took all my willpower not to grin.  "Way to go Patti!" I
thought to myself.  Mom and Dad were good people and this late
night 'breakdown' would validate Mom's belief that Pat was a good
kid at heart.  Dad might be skeptical, but if Patti played her hand
right, even he would be won over by the change in attitude.

"I really hope it works out for them," I said, "family is so
important.  Friends come and go, but family is there forever."

Both Linda and Julie looked at me a bit strangely.  I saw a tear
in Julie's eye and Linda reached over, stroked my hair for a
minute, and then gave me a kiss on the forehead.  "That's right
Patti," she said softly, and then she took Julie's hand.  "I guess
that sometimes we just forget."

To be continued.
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