Chapter 3

Two more years went by with not so much as a hint of what my future would hold, but that all changed on a private jet ride to Switzerland.

“What the fuck do you think we are going to Switzerland for, Daniel?” I continued to listen to my mother yell into the phone.

“Yes, I’m fully fucking aware that I needed to be there yesterday. I had other business that needed my attention…you know VIP doesn’t run itself. I need to speak to the President, not the manager of the bank. I am not about to place $25 million dollars in the hands of some fucking manager. Make it happen or I will find someone who will,” she aggravatingly roared as she hung up.

“Why do I leave things in the hands of a man, Lilith?” she questioned, looking at me adoringly as I looked up from my book.

“Especially when a woman would do it right the first time,” I repeated what I heard her say time after time.

She smiled and nodded.

“Mother, how much longer?”

“Not long, darling. Once we get there, you will go with the nanny to the hotel and I have some business that I need to handle. I’ll come get you later and we will go to dinner, yes?” I nodded and smiled wide. I loved spending one on one time with my mother. It was the highlight of my life.

I excused myself to go use the restroom but was grabbed by the hand before I could take another step.

“Lilith…turn around.” I did and I will never forget the look on my mother’s face that afternoon. She looked like she had waited her entire life for that very moment.

“My Lilith. You’re a woman. Jesus Christ, you are finally a woman.” She looked as if she’d just witnessed a miracle; glee covered her perfectly polished face.

I turned around to see for my very own eyes what she was talking about.

“I’m bleeding! Oh my God, I got my period, Mother!” I screamed, joining in on the excitement.

“You sure did, darling. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” She beamed reassuringly.

Once we were seated, my mother said to the stewardess, “Open a bottle of Dom Pérignon; two glasses. Thank you.”

“Hand a glass to Lilith.” The stewardess looked at mother like she had lost her damn mind. It was blatantly obvious that I was a minor. But my mother didn’t care; she always did what she wanted.

“Raise your glass, darling. I toast to you and your newfound power. There is much for us to discuss. You have no idea the grandeur that will rightfully be yours one day, today marks the day that you are that much closer to becoming what you were made for.” I raised my eyebrows, not understanding a word my mother was saying.

She clinked my glass and downed her entire champagne with one sip.

“Take a drink. We’re celebrating the beauty that is you.” I sipped my glass, thinking that it would taste much worse than what actually touched my taste buds. It was good and I tried to keep drinking but my mother took away the glass.

“Ladies don’t gulp, Lilith,” she said condescendingly.

“You just did.” I giggled, feeling more empowered in my newfound womanhood.

She grinned. “Do as I say, not as I do. Are we clear?” she teased and I nodded.

The next two years changed drastically. No longer did my mother try to hide things from me, I wasn’t excused when she would take certain phone calls, my nanny didn’t have to follow me everywhere, and I met more gorgeous women than I thought possible. At one point, I questioned my sexual preference because I would find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be them. To look like them, talk like them, act like them, just to be one of them. I needed it, I wanted it, I couldn’t think of anything else.

I still didn’t understand what any of it meant. I knew better than to ask questions. If my mother wanted me to know something, she would tell me; that’s how she operated. Several other things started changing after I became a woman; my body being one of them seemed to change overnight. I went to bed a little girl and woke up a teenager; I had developed 34C breasts and curves in places that weren’t there before. The years of playing tennis had allowed me to develop a toned physique and I grew to be 5’7, just like my mother. My body matured to a young woman. My mother loved long hair and never allowed the stylist to give me more than a trim, but for my fifteenth birthday, she permitted sun kissed highlights. It made my straight waist length hair platinum blonde.

I got attention everywhere I went and I fucking devoured it! I ate it up like it was my last meal; I flirted like I knew what I was doing, and paraded myself around any chance I could get. I didn’t go to school, so that only left boutiques, shopping plazas on South Beach, restaurants, and parties my mother would allow me to attend, both at our home and other invitations. Believe it or not, some of the parties that my mother and I attended had other kids my age. I met this girl named Alexandria at a banquet benefit for cancer. I was still fifteen and she was a few months older than me; we made friends fairly quickly due to our upbringings being similar.

She was the complete opposite of what I looked liked. I think her parents were Latin; she had a tan complexion with dark chocolate doll eyes and curly unruly hair, her facial features were much more pronounced than mine. Our heights were the same and every time she talked, I couldn’t help but stare at her pouty mouth. The slight accent she spoke with was just as addicting. She was picturesque.

She was also my first kiss.

“I fucking hate these stupid benefits. Like my parents give a shit who’s dying from cancer today; it’s just an excuse to look charitable, and my lush of a mother to get drunk,” she proclaimed as I followed her through the back gardens of this house I’d never been to.

“You sure you know where you’re going? It seems like we’ve been walking forever.”

“Yeah, my dad does business with the owner. I can’t wait to show you the garden! It’s perfect and quiet and I got us a surprise.”

We walked for another five minutes before I saw exactly what she had been describing. It was astounding how all the flowers and trees blended together. It looked like we had walked into The Secret Garden. I walked around in a daze, looking at all the different types of plants that I had never seen before.

“Lilith!” Her excitement broke the trance I was in and I turned to look at her. “Look what I’ve got.” She pulled a pint of whiskey from her purse. “I stole it from

the bar when the bartender wasn’t looking,” she proudly stated.

“Let’s get toasted!” She took three huge gulps before handing it to me, “Ugh…it burns all the way down, but it will be worth it.”

I wasn’t much for peer pressure and my mother would have probably shit herself, not at the situation, but the fact that I was the follower not the leader in the scenario. I took some sips, keeping in the back of my mind that ladies don’t gulp, and before we knew it, we were both drunkity, drunk, drunk.

I couldn’t stop laughing, I had never been drunk before and everything around me was hilarious. Alexandria was a bit more in control of herself, although she was still all over the place. She had fallen over laughing with her hair scattered all over her face. I started moving pieces of it away until she suddenly grabbed my wrist and we gazed into each other’s eyes. My first thought was if my eyes resembled the glossy mirrors of hers. She licked her lips, and my very next thought was that I wanted to lick them too.

We both moved simultaneously, me advancing and her ascending, to each other’s mouths. I had never kissed anyone before, but I had read enough about it to know how it worked. The moment her lips touched mine I moaned. She tasted like whiskey and peppermint Tic Tacs, her lips were soft and smooth. We were completely and utterly in sync with one another. Our movements paralleled what the other was doing and the second I felt her tongue in my mouth my lower abdomen tingled. We effortlessly moved together and my mind didn’t have any thoughts, other than the sensations I felt in my pussy.

She was the first to break away from our kiss and I will never forget the teasingly erotic grin she displayed. I know we were only fifteen, but it doesn’t matter what anyone says, women are born with their sexuality. It’s this unknown gift we have, this ability to say so much without having to say one word.

The rest of the night proceeded without any problems, everything returned to the way it was, except sometimes I would catch Alexandria smirking and looking at me. It didn’t make me feel uncomfortable; it made me feel powerful, like this surge of adrenaline I didn’t know I had. I was like a bird in a nest ready to fly. When I went home that night, I thought about that kiss and how much I loved it. When I was younger, I use to wonder about my sexuality, I was always attracted to the female body, starting with my mother’s. I hadn’t been around many men growing up, and my sexuality was once again questioned.

At this point, I didn’t give a fuck!

To each their own, right?

I fantasized about Alexandria for months; I fondled, and pleasured myself to that kiss- it was the first time I ever came.

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My sixteenth birthday came faster than I had anticipated; the year just flew by. My mother threw me the most lavish sweet sixteen party money could buy. It was actually quite interesting seeing as I didn’t have any friends, yet there were teenagers everywhere; I had no idea who anyone was or how my mother found them. All I know is I had an amazing time and I soaked up all the attention I could get. I love being the center of attention. The party dwindled down after midnight and that’s when my father showed up. I would see my father here and there as I got older, but I always saw him on birthdays and holidays.

“I can’t believe how fast time goes by, Lilith; you’re a woman now,” my father said as he pulled the hair away from my face and placed it behind my ear.

I smiled. “You missed my party,” I reminded him, even though I’m sure he knew it.

“He wasn’t invited,” we heard my mother say from behind us. My father didn’t pay her any attention.

“I got you something. Would you like to see it?” he asked and I eagerly nodded. I always loved my father’s presents.

He grabbed my hand as my mother followed to the front driveway. There, with a huge red bow, was a brand new red BMW.

“Oh my God!” I shouted in surprise.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he said softly as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. He handed me the keys and I ran to my new prized possession.

“A BMW? Really, Charles? What did that set you back, 40 grand? Is that all she’s worth to you?” my mother taunted him.

“It’s her first car, Vivian. It’s plenty for her,” he replied unapologetically.

“I’ll make sure to tell her that when I hand her the keys to her McLaren F1.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I saw her smirk deviously as she turned to face him and she leaned forward to grab his tie. “Did I stutter? You heard me,” she murmured, just loud enough that I could still hear.

“Do you want to play, Charles? Because I want to play. I’ll let you put it anywhere,” she said and I saw my father grin.

“Lilith, darling, your father and I have some things to discuss. I will see you in the morning,” she said with a smile and started moving toward the house.

“Thank you, I love it!” I said to my father as he pulled me into a hug.

“I love you, you know that right? You’re one of my proudest accomplishments,” he whispered in my ear.

“I love you, too.” I repeated.

My mother grabbed his hand and I watched them leave as if they were a happily married couple.