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The Exchange

Chapter Eleven

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You are a goddess. Did you know that? All the power strength and magic that was available to the ancient goddesses is available to you today.

Megan Redding carefully placed a bookmark and closed the book she was reading. She placed it on her bed face up and contemplated the girl on the cover. Megan guessed that the girl was perhaps four years older than she was. It was difficult to tell what the girl really looked like as she wore an elaborate feathered headdress. Megan suspected the girl was pretty however, she wondered if people thought she was pretty too.

The pale 15-year-old turned to look at her reflection. The night before Megan and her mother Julie had dyed her hair raven black instead of the light brown nature had given her. It was the first time since the new school dress code that Megan had be able to have the hair color she preferred. The ebony bob framed the girl’s delicate features and better fitted Megan's preferred name for herself; Isis.

Megan had piled her clothes for the trip up on a chair near her dresser the night before, her traveling suit as she thought of it. First, she picked up and slipped into her favorite panties. They were black jersey and featured a printed image declaring, “I love My Little Pony” in a blue so deep, it was almost black itself. Megan had found them in a local store that catered to the hip and unconventional, or at least those who would like to be.

Megan had not set a bra out because she did not really need one, and probably never would if she took after her mother. Instead, the pretty brunette pulled on a tight, short sleeved, smoke grey tee-shirt. Next came the tights that clad Megan from her toes to her belly in alternating bands of midnight blue and silver.

After pulling on the black and silver embroidered kimono dress that ended halfway down her thighs, Megan slipped into a pair of patent leather Mary Janes and paused to check her reflection again. Megan smiled at how she looked and tightened the belt on the dress, accentuating her pert little breasts slightly as she did so.

Next came the bangles, three copper ones on her left arm and a silver and jet armlet on her right, followed by her four rings, the amber and the jade on her right hand, the amethyst and serpent on her left.. Around her neck, Megan draped the small pewter pentacle she could not wear openly during school hours.

The delicate featured teen opened her make up kit and began to apply the final touches that would transform her from Megan Redding to Isis. Across a base of silver, Megan applied a dusting of deep crimson eye shadow, surrounding her brown eyes with a corona of red. Taking a kohl pencil, she lined her eyes, drawing a line a short way away from the lids to create an Egyptian look.

Finally, Isis applied a deep wine colored lipstick to her normally delicate pink lips and placed all of her make up back in the bag. Isis placed the make up kit on top of her clothes in the suitcase that lay open at the foot of her bed. Zipping up the case, Isis paused to slide a pair of oval, rose tinted shades onto the middle of her nose. Peering over rather than through the shades, Isis picked up the case and headed out of the room.

Julie Redding sat at the breakfast table in the trailer's kitchen. In front of her were a couple of folders containing accounting information for the Benny's Restaurant she managed. A half eaten plate of bacon and eggs sat in front of her as she read the sales report for the previous week. Another serving of breakfast, currently untouched, was set before another chair at the table, along with a small, gold wrapped package.

"Good morning, Mom" Isis called as she walked across the trailer from her room to the kitchen. Julie looked up from her paperwork and grinned at her daughter. "Good morning, Isis" She replied. Julie liked that her daughter felt free to express herself, "I made breakfast"

Isis sat down beside her mother and noticed the package. "What's this?" she asked, picking it up.

"Why don't you open it and find out" Julie told her daughter.

Beneath the paper lay a pocket sized mahogany leather bound journal and an expensive looking silver pen.

"I thought since you’re going to be staying in a real manor house in England , you might want to keep a record of your trip. Write something"

Isis opened the Journal and on the first page wrote "Journal of Isis"

"Oh wow, mom, that's..."

"Yes. I had to look in a few different stores to find the purple ink, but I thought you'd like it”

“I do. I do” Isis declared as she stood up and hugged her mother. The girl placed a kiss on Julie’s cheek. As Julie turned her face toward her daughter, her lips were slightly parted and, for a brief instant, Isis felt an overwhelming desire to kiss Julie again, full on the mouth this time.

As quickly as the desire had occurred, everything returned to normal and Isis swiftly sat back in her chair as Julie returned to looking through her accounting sheets. Isis ate her breakfast without looking at her mother for more than a few fleeting glances, not sure if she had imagined the almost kiss.

Isis finished her breakfast and stood up “I’m going to sit outside and see if Mrs. Williams is coming yet” she said in a voice that was cheerful despite the shakiness.

Julie looked up and smiled, “Ok. You should start your travel journal out there”

“K” Isis replied and picked up the journal and pen.

Ace was waiting for Isis when she opened the door. “Hey there, Ace” she called to him as she sat down. The brindled Boxer dog trotted up to the pretty teen, wagging his tail. Ace belonged to Mr. Ortiz, the trailer park custodian. He’d been given free run of the park and loved being petted by just about everyone.

Isis began to write while stroking the top of Ace’s head:

Dear Journal,

Just a minute ago I felt something odd. I was kissing mom on the cheek and I felt like I wanted to do more than that. I didn’t just feel like I wanted to, I felt like I needed to. And my kitty feels all tingly like it does when I touch myself down th

“Ace!” Isis pushed the dog’s head away from her lap where he had begun to sniff with intent interest. The powerful jaws hug loose in a huge doggy grin. “Bad Dog!” Isis admonished. Ace simply licked his chops and tried to slip his head beneath the hem of Isis’ dress. “No Ace!” Isis again pushed the dog away.

This time Ace rolled onto his back and wriggled. Isis sighed and closed her journal. Kneeling beside the dog, she began to rub his belly while Ace panted happily. As Isis rubbed Ace’s belly, she noticed that he was still not fixed. Julie had told Mr Ortiz that it would be better for Ace to have the snip, but obviously the custodian had ignored the advice.

The motion of Isis hand made Ace’s balls dance about before her eyes. Isis could not drag her gaze away. Then she noticed a flash of red between Ace’s hind legs. Each stroke of Isis’ hand made Ace’s penis more noticeable until it was fully erect and Ace lolled his head back, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to one side.

“Oh” Isis immediately stopped her belly rub and flushed pink. Isis surveyed Ace’s prick with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. She felt relived when the sound of Mrs. Williams’ truck pulling up to the trailer caused Ace to jump up and bark. His cock remained just as stiff however, much to Isis chagrin.

“Hi, Mrs. Williams” Isis called, advancing toward the orange truck and away from the aroused dog.

Sophie Williams stepped out of the truck and smiled apologetically at Isis, “Sorry, Miss Redding, I would have been here sooner, but I had to drop Freya off at my sister’s”

Isis nodded “That’s ok” She was glad that Sophie had not noticed Ace’s state of excitement. “I’ll start getting my bags”

It’d didn’t take long for Isis to pack the last few items and place the bags in Sophie’s truck. While she did so, Sophie and Julie talked.

“I want to assure you, Mrs. Redding, that I will make sure Megan . . .”

“She prefers ‘Isis’”

“Oh, yes, of course, Isis will have the safest most informative time on her trip”

“Good. She’s never been abroad before. This will be quite exciting for her”

“And for all of us, I suspect” Sophie smiled “at least I hope so”

Isis striding into the room curtailed further conversation “I’m all set” she declared.

“Well, we should head out then” Sophie replied, “I’ll wait for you in the truck”

Julie and Isis stood in silence for a minute or two until Isis said “Well, I will miss you mom, but I’ll write in the journal every day”

“See that you do” Julie insisted with mock seriousness as she pulled her daughter close for a goodbye hug.

Isis let her mother draw her close and again began to feel the desire to kiss Julie that she had felt earlier. For a moment Isis tried to fight the strange compulsion, but the warmth of her mother’s body against her own and the tingle between her legs were too insistent. Wrapping her arms around her mother, Isis quickly placed a kiss fully on Julie’s lips, then separated from their embrace.

Julie looked a little surprised but said “H-have fun” and followed Isis out of the door.

Isis climbed into the truck and waved to her mother. Julie waved back.

As the truck pulled away from the trailer, Julie watched it go. When it had gone from sight, she turned and walked back inside. Looking at the clock, Julie saw that she had over two hours until she needed to be at her restaurant. This was good, it gave her time to go back to her bedroom, take the vibrator out of her underwear draw and relieve the ache she had been feeling in her pussy since Isis had opened her present.

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