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Good News, Bad News


"Honey, I have wonderful news. I've decided I'm finally ready to have a
baby."

I perked up. "That's wonderful!" I said. My wife, Laney, had dragged her
feet on for years ever since we had married eight years earlier. "What
made you decide to do it now?"

"I'm 32, and while my biological clock isn't becoming a big issue yet, I
don't want to get into a situation where it is. So I'm thinking maybe
tonight would be a good time to ... uh ... work on that. How do you feel
about that?" She gave me a sly smile and winked.

"Sounds fantastic. I'll be looking forward to it!" I said.

"Me too. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to it, but you'll
know soon enough,I expect." She winked again.

My cock was literally jumping! Over the past year, Laney had remade
herself, losing 20 pounds, getting breast implants and having her lips
surgically enhanced. To go with it, she had taken on a different
attitude - dressing provocatively, showing off her E-cups, and wearing
dramatic makeup. Rarely going in public without heels, full makeup and
several inches of cleavage showing, she had become the kind of woman who
can make a man hard just by walking down the street. But sadly, she had
shown little interest in sex, and I found myself living with this
incredibly sexy creature but getting most of my orgasms from my own
right hand.

"Well, that's wonderful news. What are you going to do today?"

"If you don't mind, I'm so excited about tonight, I'd like to spend the
day at the spa getting ready for it. I think a mani-pedi, facial and
makover will put me in the perfect mood for what's coming. Maybe I'll
even pick up a sexy new outfit. Will you take me out to dinner?"

"Absolutely. Have a great time," I said. Money was no problem in our
home. I inherited a successful business from my father, and Laney had
settled into the luxurious life of a high-maintenance, "kept woman." I
was totally fine with that and was the envy of every man around. Of
course, they didn't know about the lack of sex. But that was finally
about to change!

The anticipation kept me on edge all day, and finally, I rushed home to
find that my sexy wife was truly loaded for bear! Her auburn hair now
had honey blonde highlights, and her nails had been lengthened and
painted a dark burgundy, matched by her toenails and lipstick. Her
slinky dress was the tiniest I had ever seen, with spaghetti straps
holding it up just barely across her nipples, and she was wearing no
bra. Her nipples poked out prominently, and there was even a hint of
aerolae showing above the material. The hem barely covered her ass. She
smiled and looked me in the eye.

"Like what you see?"

"Very much," I said.

She kissed me gently, lingering for almost a minute, and I could feel
her lipstick remaining on me. Not that I cared.

"Want to see a more?" She reached down and daintly lifted the hem,
displaying her bare, shaved pussy.

"Wow!" I said, my cock straining against my pants.

She reached over and felt it through the material. "I know he hasn't had
a lot of action lately, but I've been preoccupied trying to make myself
look better. Is it worth it?" she asked.

Totally, I assured her.

She smiled again. "I thought you'd think so. I made us a reservation at
Leo's. Can you call over there and confirm it while I fix my lipstick?
Here ... I need to fix yours too," she said, giggling and wiping the
lipstick mark off my lips with a tissue."

"You're going dressed like that?" I asked, shocked.

She laughed. "Oh Mike, why not? Don't you want to show off your hot
wife? Surely you're willing to share! Now go ahead and call to make sure
we have a table!"

We eat there frequently, so I knew the number. I dialed the restaurant,
and the hostess said, "Yes sir, we have a table for three. It'll be
ready when you get here!"

"Three?"

"That's what your wife requested. But if it's just two, we'll just
remove a chair," she said. I thanked her and hung up.

I turned to Laney. "They must have misunderstood you. They said we have
a table for three," I said.

Laney put her hand over her mouth as if she had forgotten something.
"Oh, I didn't tell you, did I? I was talking to a friend today, and
we're going to have a third person for dinner. Do you mind?"

I tried to hide my disappointment. "I suppose not. Who is it?"

"Let's make it a surprise," she said. "Come on, let's go." She edged up
next to me and said, "You're going to have lots of surprised tonight!"

When we got to the restaurant, the hostess greeted us by name. She
turned to Laney and said, "The third party is already here. He's in the
table straight to the back."

"He?" I asked.

"It's Barry. We were talking today and I thought he'd want to be here,
since you two are golfing buddies," she said, starting back toward the
table. All I could do was follow, and when Barry saw us, he stood up to
greet us. Laney placed her hands on either cheek and kissed him on the
lips!

"Oh goodness, I got lipstick on you. Here, let me fix it," she said,
pulling out a tissue and dabbing him with it. I couldn't believe my
incredibly sex wife, obviously dressed and ready for a good night of
fucking, was kissing my friend right in front of me in a crowded
restaurant.

Dinner itself was anticlimactic, and I was eager to ditch Barry and get
back home for obvious reasons. After I had paid the check, I said,
"Well, it was great seeing you, Barry."

He glanced at Laney awkwardly, and for the second time that evening she
flashed her "Oh, didn't I tell you?" look.

"Actually," she said, "I've invited Barry to come home with us for a
while," she said. I was speechless, but there was nothing I could do
without making a scene. The house was just a few minutes away, so we
were soon getting out of our respective cars in the driveway.

I didn't know what to say as we walked into the house, and when we got
inside, Laney whispered to me: "Don't worry, sweetie. Go up and take a
look at what I laid out on the bed while I fix us all a drink!" I went
upstairs and saw a lacy red bra with no nipples, a matching garter belt
and a pair of red fishnet stockings. On the bed next to them were some
red mule heels that must have been five inches, with a big puff on the
top. Maybe things would end well after all!

I went back downstairs to find Barry seated on the couch. Laney had one
leg d****d across his lap and her arm around him. Her tiny dress was
hiked up, exposing her hairless pussy, and Barry had her burgundy
lipstick all over his face.

"What's going on here?" I demanded.

"I told you," said Laney. "I'm ready to have a baby, and I want to start
working on it tonight."

"So why are you d****d all over him?"

Barry turned to Laney awkwardly, and she continued. "Mike, I said I want
to have a baby. The bad news is that I never said I wanted to have YOUR
baby."

"WHAT?!!! Why? I'm your husband!"

"Yes, you are, but you won't be the c***d's father. And I'll tell you
why in a few minutes, but first, I want you to go back to the bedroom
and change into the things I laid out for you."

I was shocked beyond belief! My incredibly hot wife had been teasing me
all day, only to bring home one of my friends, who was now massaging her
exposed clitty. And now she wanted me to dress up in lingerie and heels
in front of them both?

"No way!" I said.

Laney sighed.

"I'd hoped we wouldn't have to have this conversation, but do you
remember about a year ago when you transferred the business into my name
so that the company would qualify as a female-owned company? You said it
would help get contracts under Minority and Women's Business Enterprise
... what was the acronym, MBWE?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, here's the deal. You're going to go upstairs and put on that
outfit, right now, or first thing in the morning, I'll exercise my
position as owner and appoint myself as chairman. I'll fire you and give
myself that big salary you've been paying yourself all these years. In
short, you'll do exactly as I say - here and at the office - from here
on. And what I say is that you get dolled up and come back down here.
Then I'll show you why you won't be the father of my baby. Now go, while
Barry and I spend a little more quality time together." She giggled,
evilly.

Defeated for the moment, I trudged upstairs, stripped and began fumbling
with the lingerie. The bra was easy enough, but it took me forever to
get the stockings hooked into the garter belt. Despite my shock and
embarrassment, my cock was sticking straight out, framed by red lace. I
heard Laney calling from the stairs.

"Be careful in those heels and get your sweet ass down here. And bring
the camera. I left it on the dresser," she said.

"I can't," I said.

"You know, I actually had those papers deposing you as chairman and
firing you drawn up yesterday. Want to see them?"

"OK, OK, I'm coming," I said. I didn't know whether I was more
embarrassed by the outfit or the fact that I was stiff as a board.

"Now come down here and stand in front of the sofa and I'll explain
everything to you," she said. I wobbled down the stairs in the heels and
into the living room. She and Barry burst out laughing. She leaned over
and - with a flourish that showed off her long burgundy nails - took the
tip of my penis between two fingers. "Stiff as a board and still what,
three inches? Tell you what. Let's measure it."

She went into the kitchen and came back with a ruler. "How about that?
Three and a quarter inches! Where's that camera?" She had me hold the
ruler next to my dick while she took a photo, then stepped back and took
several full-length photos of me, face and all. "Good! You're
recognizable. That may come in handy at some point. Who knows? Maybe
we'll make a web site or at least email them around!" She laughed. "All
right, I'm just k**ding about that - for now. But that puny pecker is
one of the two reasons you don't get to fuck me tonight. Ready for the
other one?" She turned to Barry and said, "May I?"

"By all means," he said. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him,
exposing a massive cock that must have been 10 inches long and more than
two inches in diameter. "There, that's reason two. Any questions? Now go
in there and get us another drink. You don't get another one. I want you
to stay sober so you can fully appreciate the moment."

A couple of minutes later, I returned with the drinks to find Laney with
her lips around Barry's dick.

"Now kneel," she ordered. I complied. "Now repeat after me: Barry, I
obviously can't satisfy this woman and don't deserve to even try. Would
you please take her up to our bed and fuck her?"

"No!" I said.

"Do it or you're unemployed and penniless by lunch time tomorrow. Look
him in the eye while you say it."

I looked at Barry, who was trying - and failing - to suppress a smirk.
"Barry, I obviously can't satisfy this woman and don't deserve to even
try. Would you please take her up to our bed and fuck her?" I said.

Barry's smirk broke through. "I'd be delighted, Pansy."

They both laughed. And once again, I was puzzled by my erection.

"Barry, did you bring any condoms?" she asked. He shook his head. "Oh
well, I guess I'll just end the night with a pussy full of your seed. Do
you think you'll have enough to fill my belly too?"

Barry smiled. "Baby, I got all you need. Quickest turnaround time in
town." She placed her hands around his cock - now erect - and kissed the
tip, then looked squarely at me.

"Tell me, how is it that you've always been so limp when we were trying
to screw, but now here you are stiff as a broomstick? All it seemed to
take was you getting dressed up like a hooker in red lace, being laughed
at by me and your friend, who is about to fuck my brains out? I think
maybe this is what you've secretly needed all along," she said. Now
here's what's going to happen. We're all going to go upstairs, and
you're going to kneel outside the closed door of our bedroom until Larry
and I are done. You will not speak. You will not lie down. You will not
even go to the bathroom. You know what will happen if you disobey,
right?"

"Yes."

"Now, let's go." We all went up to the bedroom and she positioned me
outside the door. "If we go all night - and we probably will - you may
sit back against the wall, but you may not move otherwise. And to give
you something to think about while you're listening to Barry ram that
wonderful cock into me, I want to tell you about some other lifestyle
changes you're about to experience."

"Now what?" I said with a sigh of exasperation.

"Under the circumstances, it wouldn't be wise for you to show attitude.
While I was at the spa today, I made an appointment for you for
tomorrow. At 10 in the morning, you'll report there for a spa day of
your own. You'll have your entire body waxed, get some nice nails like
mine and get a complete makeover. My present from me to you."

"Why?"

"If you can't be a man, maybe you should try your luck at being a woman.
Now, I've got a huge cock to bounce up and down own, and if you're nice,
maybe you can suck his cum out of my pussy afterward. Probably not,
though. That's such a cliché! And don't you dare touch that - now or
ever," she said, pointing at my erect dick.

With that, she turned and slammed the door in my face, and my new life
began.




The hall clock said it was 1 a.m., which meant that I had now been
listening outside my bedroom door for four hours while my friend Barry
fucked my wife in every conceivable way. Laney alternated between screams,
pants, contented sobs and gagging noises. In between the crescendos, as
they rested for another round, she seemed to be taunting me through the
door, "God, I had forgotten what it was like to actually feel a cock
inside me. I couldn't even tell when puny Mike was in there. I just waited
until he seemed to be done," she said.

After yet another lull, they started up again.

"No, do my pussy again," she said. "I can't make babies in my mouth."

"It's getting pretty raw. I think it had contracted to fit the pansy out
there," said Barry, making no effort to prevent my hearing.

"No doubt," she said. "That's why I want to stretch it back out. Do it
again, and this time, don't hold back. Bang me with everything in you!"

The bed began to squeak, and I could hear the bedposts hitting against the
wall as she screamed, "God, oh God, I never knew it could be like this!!!"
In a few more minutes, it culminated with the loudest scream of the night,
followed by Barry's voice saying, "Wow, I think that's all you can take.
Let me get a mirror so you can see."

She broke out in something midway between a scream of alarm and a loud
giggle, then she called, "Oh pansy Mikey ... you out there in the hall ...
get in here now!"

I had been sitting back against the wall, my knees having long since worn
out from kneeling. I scrambled up and ran into the bedroom, afraid of what
I might see.

"You fucking idiot!" Laney said. "You left your heels in the hall. You are
never to be in my presence without heels unless I give you permission."

I ran back out into the hall, put on the five-inch mules and wobbled back
into the bedroom, where Laney was seated back against the headboard next
to my friend Barry. Her knees were raised but held together.

"I'm afraid we've made a mess," she said, and she let her knees flop
apart. I was startled to find that her pussy was oozing not only cum, but
a great deal of bright red blood. She had placed a towel beneath her ass
to catch the overflow. "Apparently my pussy needed stretching, and he tore
some tissues in there. I'm sure there's no harm done, but it's a mess. I
need you to clean it up."

"Should I get some paper towels?"

"No, you limp-dicked moron. Your tongue. Get under here!" She raised up
and motioned for me to lie on my back and place my head between her legs.
"Lap it up. Barry's cum mixed with my blood and pussy juices. Don't stop
and don't speak until I tell you you're finished."

There was so much blood and sticky cum I didn't see how I could ever get
her cleaned up. "Look, the pansy's hard again. He fucking likes this,"
said Barry. After a long while, my tongue had become dry and my jaw was
sore, but instead of releasing me she said, "Now get the other hole," and
shifted forward so that my mouth was now next to her asshole, which was
likewise surrounded by blood and cum.

"Since I've never let you in my back door, that was even tighter. Tell me,
is it bleeding too much? No ... don't speak. Just clean."

I licked her asshole for at least a half hour, and she suddenly released a
massive fart right into my face. "Oh goodness, how rude of me! Well, keep
licking," she said, and they both laughed. Finally, after another 10
minutes, she declared herself clean.

I emerged and asked if I could go clean off my face.

"Did I say you could talk?" Laney slapped me hard across the face. "Look
at that. You're harder than ever!" she said, laughing loudly. "Get out of
my sight, pervert. Into the hall, on your knees. Now!" I slipped on the
heels, wobbled into the hall and took my place outside the door. As I
began to shut the door, she said, "Leave it open."

She put her arms around Barry's neck and kissed him gently. "Think you
have one more in you, baby?"

Barry grinned: "I sure do."

Laney positioned herself between his legs and began massaging his cock.
Soon, it was hard again, and she looked at me: "Look at that! You've never
been that hard in your life, let alone after four loads. Not that you've
ever been able to produce more than one." She took the tip of his cock
between her lips and began moving up and down on it while masturbating
him. As he neared orgasm, she deep-throated him, gagging violently but
getting nearly the entire 10 inches inside her. His hips thrust as he came
in her mouth. She rose up and walked over to me, motioning for me to
stand. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, pushing all of
Barry's cum into my mouth.

"I didn't want you to be totally left out," she said, giggling. "Don't
swallow for a bit. Just enjoy the taste, like I do." After a few minutes,
she gave me permission to swallow. "I'd have you clean out the leftovers
in Barry, but he's straight. No worries, though. I'll find you plenty of
opportunities to get some nice cocks in your own mouth. That shouldn't be
hard for a pretty boy like you."

The term "pretty boy" stung because it was true. Growing up a spoiled rich
k**, I never did a lot of physical work, so I was on the thin side. I wore
my hair in a ponytail halfway down my back. Not only did I like it that
way, but it seemed appropriate for somebody heading Powers Design, the
somewhat artsy interior design form for high-end offices. I had inherited
the business from my father.

Finally, Barry announced that it was time to go, and after a long final
kiss, he left.

As he drove off, Laney turned back to me. "Wow, what a night. I've never,
ever had anything like it ... one orgasm after another all night long. I
guess maybe you heard some of it." She giggled. "Come on, let's go take a
shower."

"Together?"

"Of course. How else are you going to bathe me and wash my hair?" The two-
nozzle steam shower had plenty of room for both of us, and she gave me
step by step instructions for bathing her, using a fragrant body wash. I
shampooed and conditioned her hair, wrapped it in a towel, dried her off
and wrapped a large towel around her. She stepped out and instructed me to
clean myself up as well.

"Once you're done, stay naked and come downstairs. You don't have to wear
your heels for the moment. You should enjoy that," she said. I found her
later sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. When
she saw me, she dropped her bathrobe, revealing her full naked
magnificence, and handed me a bottle of scented body lotion.

In all of this, she was careful never to lay a hand on me. Except for the
kiss to deposit Barry's cum in my mouth, she offered no hint of affection.
She instructed me to kneel - a painful position on my already-sore knees
on the stone-tile floor.

Laney sighed. "I guess you're wondering, now what? You may speak now.
Anything to say?"

"I don't understand what's happening here."

"It'll all become clear in time, but you already know most of it. I'm
going to have a baby. Not Barry's - a least, not based on last night's
fun. I'm not ovulating yet. But I'm going to bring lovers home regularly,
and I don't plan to be discreet about it. Everyone in town - the people at
work, the people at the country club, everyone - will know that I've had
to resort to becoming a slut because your tiny dick couldn't satisfy me."

"You won't really do that. You'd be a social pariah!" I said.

"You think so? Think about how I've been dressing for the past year. You
think all the other women don't already hate me when they see their
husbands panting after me? I just don't care. I won't be as public with
other men, because some of them will be married, and they have to be
discreet. But you'd best get used to the idea that I'm going to make up
for lost time with copious amounts of sex, while you get nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Well, as I mentioned, I may let you have a boyfriend now and then. And
we're going make you even prettier so they'll like you more. You're
getting the works today at the spa. They're going to take take that long,
straight hair and give it a nice feminine style. No more ponytails for
you. And I think maybe some nails and makeup will be a good idea. But hey,
there's good news - you're going to get a lot of new clothes!"

"Girl clothes, I'm assuming," I said.

She laughed loudly. "Can't fool you forever, can I? Yes, girl clothes.
Isn't that nice? And I'm going to be kind enough to give you a say-so in
style. Do you want to start slow, with girly pants and tops, or would it
be more comfortable to go ahead and go all out?"

It wasn't as easy a question as it seemed. If I took it slow, people would
see me becoming more feminine and assume I was becoming a gay
transvestite. If I went ahead with the full package, perhaps I could
arrange for somebody else to run the business and I could appear as an
entirely different person.

"If I go all out, can we make it so people won't know who I am?"

Laney laughed. "Mike, surely you aren't laboring under the illusion that
you can hide this. How are you just going to stop showing up at the
office? I mean, I know it runs itself, but you're the CEO for now."

"For now?"

"Do we need to look at those papers? I own 51% of the company. It was your
idea. Anytime you resist anything I'm doing, I'll replace you as CEO and
fire you. At any rate, it would actually spare you some humiliation if I
did that so you never had to face the embarrassment of appearing there as
a woman. That would be kind of me, would it not?"

I didn't have an answer.

"That's ok," she said. "Kindness isn't something I'm really into these
days at any rate. At least not with you, though I did treat Barry very
well last night!" She giggled.

"So now what?" I asked.

"As of now, you have nothing but one pair of jeans, a T-shirt and some
sandals. Well, they're strappy heels, actually, but they're technically
sandals. It's all in the laundry room. You'll wear that to the spa, where
your appointment begins at 8. In the afternoon, you'll go to Nordstrom's,
where you have an appointment at with Sandra, their personal shopper. She
will take care of you from there. She works independently, so you won't be
limited to one store, but you'll start at Nordstrom."

I retrieved the clothing from the laundry room. The jeans were, of course,
a feminine style, and the T-shirt was white with delicate pink embroidery.
The "sandals" were, indeed, strappy heels with at least a four-inch heel
and no platform, meaning they'd be almost impossible to walk in.

"What name is the appointment in?" I asked.

"Why, Mike Powers, of course."

"Can't you at least use another name? Everybody in town knows my name,
even people who don't know me will know what's going on."

"Yeah, ain't it a bitch?" She laughed. "No, there's no place to hide. Mike
Powers is getting a top-to-bottom makeover. Not Mitzi or Michelle or
whatever other name you'd like to hide behind. And don't worry - everybody
at the spa already knows. They'll be ready for you."

"They know how much?"

"Well, as much as they need to. Don't worry your pretty head about that.
Just get dressed. You're due there in less than an hour."

The outfit looked ridiculous, of course. Once dressed, I reported to Laney
as instructed. She screamed in laughter.

"This going to be SUCH fun!!!" she said. "Here, let me take a picture."
She snapped several with the same camera she had used the night before.

"I can't find my keys," I said.

"You don't need them. I'm dropping you off, and Sandra will pick you up to
go shopping. All you need is this." She handed me a tiny embroidered
purse. Inside was nothing but my driver's license.

"Don't I need money or a credit card?"

"I'll leave the card at the front desk of the spa, and they'll give it to
Sandra. You'll just need the identification in case you have to have an ID
somewhere. But a girl can't go in public without her purse!"

"What about my phone?"

"I'll give it to them as well. I'm not sure I trust you with it. You might
do something stupid," she said.

I was, once again, defeated. A few minutes she parked at the Pink Pearl
Spa and she took me inside. The "sandals" were even harder to walk in than
the mules from the previous night. The girl at the front desk couldn't be
more than 16.

"Hi Mrs. Powers. Is this your husband?"

"Yep. This is Mike Powers. You probably know him as president of Powers
Design. They actually designed the interior of this spa. Mike, meet
Deanna.

"I didn't realize that! Well, they did a great job! If he's ready, we've
got everything all lined up." Laney handed her the credit card. "Just give
this to the personal shopper when she picks him up," she said.

"Um, do you mind of I ask a personal question, Mrs. Powers?" Deanna asked.

"Of course not. Shoot!"

"Why is he getting all this done?"

"Well," said Laney. I held my breath. "I guess it doesn't matter. After
all, we all talk about very personal stuff in here, don't we?"

"To say the least!" said Deanna.

"Then I'll just say it outright. Mike has such a puny pecker that I've
decided he doesn't deserve to live as a man any more."

"How puny?" asked Deanna with a giggle.

As if I were invisible, Laney leaned over and whispered to her. Deanna
broke out in a laugh.

"I guess I don't blame you. Well, are you ready to come back Mr. Powers?"

"Can I get you to quit using my name?" I said.

"Sorry, Mr. Powers. It's policy. We're a very upscale spa, and it's a
matter of showing respect. We have to be consistent. Will there be
anything else Mrs. Powers?"

"Not that I can think of, but I'll call you if anything comes up.
Meanwhile, if he creates a fuss or you have any services you want to add,
just give me a call or text. Oh, and would you mind documenting his
makeover for me?" She handed him the camera from the night before.

"Sure thing. I'll pass it around to our service providers and we'll get a
full series. You know we sometimes put makeover photos on our web site and
Facebook page. Would you have any objection to our using his if it comes
out well?"

"Of course not! Anything that'll help promote the spa is fine with me."
Laney turned to me. "While you're here, I'm going to empower Deanna to
make any decisions that need to be made. You'll do exactly what she says,
do you understand me?"

"I understand," I said.

"Fine. OK Deanna. He's all yours!" She turned and left.

"Follow me, Mr. Powers," said Deanna. She turned and walked through the
double door, into a plush room where about six women were waiting too be
ushered into the area where they would receive services.

"Well, if it isn't Mike Powers, the all-powerful head of Powers Design!"
said a familiar voice. I looked up to see my company's personnel director,
April Bassett. "How about that, Boss Man! We're going to do our spa day
together!"

"Hello, April." I groaned inwardly. My personnel director was NOT the
person I wanted to see at the Pink Pearl Spa, especially with me dressed
in girly jeans, an embroidered T-shirt and four-inch heels and carrying a
tiny little purse. My wife, Laney, had dropped me off a few minutes
earlier, explaining out loud in matter-of-fact terms the young
receptionist that I was being transformed into a female image because my
penis was too small to satisfy her.

April was extremely competent and, next to me, the most powerful employee
in the firm. Unfortunately, she knew it, and for years, she had treated me
arrogance and something bordering on contempt. Running into her like this
wouldn't help! Upon hearing her call my name, the other five women in the
room looked up, and one of them failed to suppress a laugh.

"What all are you having done?" asked April. "And why are you dressed like
that?"

"It's just something Laney wanted me to do," I said, hoping that would be
the end of it, knowing it wouldn't. "Hair and nails, I think," I said.

"Actually, that comes later," said an attractive brunette who had just
walked in. "First, Mr. Powers is getting his waxing done." She held out
her hand to shake. "I'm Cecile, and I'll be doing your waxing."

I shook her hand and mumbled, "Pleased to meet you.

"Oh really?" said April. "What's he having waxed?"

"Pretty much everything if I'm reading this right. It calls from a
Brazilian," she said. "We're going to be together for a while!"

We went past another dozen women and service providers on the way to the
waxing area. As she shut the door, I asked, "Why did you have to tell
everybody in the room?"

She looked puzzled. "We're pretty open here, and anyway, your wife told
Deanna to treat you like one of the girls ... or whatever. Now, if you
don't mind, I need you to take off all your clothes and lie face down on
the table."

I complied as she turned away to cut some cloth strips and check the
temperature of the pot of wax. "The good news," she said when she turned
back around, is that this won't be as painful for you as it could. I don't
think I've ever seen a man with so little body hair. Have you been waxed
before?"

"No."

She clucked. "Well, maybe it's a low testosterone thing. Anyway, let's get
started." Beginning at my neck, she worked her way down, smearing the hot
wax, pressing cloth strips on it and ripping it away. The back wasn't so
bad, but it hurt like hell when she ripped out the hair in my ass crack
and underarms.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Oh yes! A Brazilian means no hair. Period!" After a while she reached my
feet. "Now flip over," she said.

When I did so, her jaw dropped. "Well, at least Mrs. Powers didn't
exaggerate," was all she said. I knew what she meant but didn't want to
bring it out in the open, so I let it go. She paused for a moment.

"What is it?"

"Mrs. Powers asked us to document each stage of your makeover. I'd better
ask." She reached over and pressed the intercom button. "You there,
Deanna?"

"Yep," said the 16-year-old receptionist. My wife, Laney, had instructed
me in no uncertain terms to do exactly as Deanna said. If I didn't, Laney
would exercise her rights as 51% stockholder of my company and fire me as
president and CEO. I hoped that the intercom couldn't be heard throughout
the spa.

"Do you think Mrs. Powers intended for us to take before-and-after photos
of Mr. Powers' Brazilian wax?" Cecile asked.

"I'm not sure. Will it be a very dramatic difference?"

"Not too much. He really doesn't have much body hair, even around his
bikini area."

"I'd better call Mrs. Powers to be sure. At any rate, I forgot to give you
the camera. I'll send it in just in case," said Deanna. Moments later,
there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said Cecile. It was a woman I hadn't seen before.

"Here's the camera. Mrs. Powers said we can skip on the Brazilian
before/after but she wants to make sure we get the brow wax," she said.
"Oh, wow," she said when she saw me.

"What is it?" I said.

"Nothing. Not much anyway," she said, and prompting a snicker from
Cecilia. "We need to meet anyway. I'm Angie, and I'll be doing the brows
and makeup. We'll do the brows as soon as you're done in here, and the
skin can be settling down while you get your nails done. At any rate, we
always try to do the makeup last because it's easiest to mess up," she
said. "I did Mrs. Powers' makeup yesterday. Was she sizzling or what?"

"Beautiful," I said.

"Yes," said Cecile. "I waxed her pussy. She seemed to be planning on
putting it to good use last night. Did her plans work out?"

I tried to manage a smile. "Yep."

"Wonderful! I convinced her to keep it bare from here on," said Cecile.
"A lot of men prefer sex with a woman who's been waxed. Have you ever
tried it?"

I paused, noting that while Cecile knew Laney was having sex the previous
night, she did not seem to be assuming it would be with me. How much had
Laney told her?

Angie interrupted my thoughts. "Well, call me when you're done, Cecile,
and I'll come get him to do the brows. The body waxing doesn't look like
it's going to take too long."

"Nope. Not maybe 20 minutes tops. I've already done the back side and
underarms. He won't have to worry about showing skin when he goes shopping
this afternoon for some pretty tops and dresses," said Cecile. She went
back to work as Angie left.

I am taking it for granted that the reader understands that this waxing
hurt a great deal! Hot wax was being spread across my skin, and hair was
ripped out by the roots over and over again. The underarms were especially
painful. Now, as Cecile was coming to my genital hair, I mustered the
courage to ask:

"May I ask you an honest question?"

"Sure," she said. Just then, there was another knock at the door. "But
it'll have to hold a minute. Come in!" Deanna strolled in with a woman I
hadn't met.

"Mind if we chat with Mr. Powers a sec?" she asked Cecile.

"Perfect timing, actually. I need to get some more rubber gloves. You two
keep him company while I grab some," said Cecile.

As she walked out, Deanna and the other woman walked up next to the table.
"I wanted to introduce you to Brenda, who will be your nail tech."

"Hi, Brenda," I said, reaching out to shake hands. Brenda was a thin,
forty-something lady with red hair.

"Hope you didn't mind our coming in," said Brenda. Then she noted that as
she and Deanna had come in, my penis had grown stiff. "I'm going to take
that as an indication that you don't mind," she said. Deanna smirked.

"I wanted to take a look at your nails to see what we're going to need to
do," said Brenda. She picked up one of my hands and examined the fingers.
"They're in bad shape, but I can work with them. I was afraid we would
have to put acrylics on you, but I only do that as a last resort. I'll be
doing your fingers and your toes."

"Thanks," was all I could manage. Then Deanna produced a manila folder. "I
nearly forgot to have you fill out the standard forms we get everybody to
do. I got all the information from Mrs. Powers, so they're already filled
out. Can you just sign them?"

I flipped through the pages and signed wherever there was a sticker
indicating I needed to do so. Cecile walked back in just as I was signing
the last page.

"Okay, ladies. Unless you want to help with the waxing, I need to get back
to work," she said.

"No problem," said Brenda. "We're done. Just send him around when he's
ready." She and Deanna left.

Cecile moved my hard penis to one side and smeared the other with hot wax.
"Wow, you seem to be enjoying this! Well, I don't really blame you. It's
acting like it hasn't been touched by a female in a while," she said.
"Now, you were about to ask me something."

"I forgot. Must not have been important," I lied. In truth, I was dying to
ask her whether Laney had told her she was going to be fucking another man
last night.

"Well, if you remember, just ask. Anyway, as I was saying, Mrs. Powers was
really excited yesterday. I'm glad to hear that she got the ... uh ...
attention she was hoping for," said Cecile. With that, we lapsed into an
awkward silence until she finally announced, "OK, you're done! You can hop
up now. Put on that terry robe and your heels and go back out to the
service waiting area, and I'll tell Angie you're ready."

I thanked her, put on the robe and struggled with my heels until I was
able to get them on and return to the waiting room. I was relieved to see
that April wasn't there, and Angie arrived before I had a chance to sit
down.

"Come on, let's get those brows," she said. "We do those in the front of
the shop. Follow me." She positioned me on a stool a few feet from
Deanna's receptionist station. The eyebrows went quickly, and I heard the
intercom go off just as Angie was finishing up.

"Is Mr. Powers ready to start his nails?" I recognized the voice as
Brenda's. Deanna looked at Angie for confirmation, and Angie nodded. "Yep.
Want us to bring him back?"

"That'd be great if you don't mind."

When we walked into nail area, I was chagrined to see that it was large
and crowded, with tables positioned side by side so that all the clients
could see and hear each other. There would be no privacy or escape. To
make matters worse, the first person I saw was April, my firm's
overbearing personnel director.

"Hey boss! I was hoping I'd see you again. How'd your Brazilian go? I bet
it hurt around your little peepee!" She emphasized the word "little."

"A little uncomfortable, but not too bad," I said.

"Oh, I'm being impolite. Let me introduce you around. Everybody, this is
Mike Powers, president of Powers Design, where I work." She went down the
row calling out all the names. "I guess you should get to know all the
other ladies, since we're all here every week." The line got an uneasy
laugh from about half the women.

"Good to meet you officially," said the manicurist sitting next to Brenda,
who introduced herself as Rita. "I do hair too. In fact, I'll be doing
yours after your pedicure. I was just thinking of what kind of color would
look good on you."

"Good to meet you all, though I probably won't run into you here
regularly," I said.

"Actually, you will," said Brenda. You have a standing appointment for
this time every week, so you may as well get acquainted. Oh, before we get
started, I need to get a photo of your nails for the before-and-after."
She took several photos, then handed the camera to Rita. "Let's get a
photo of him here at the station," she said.

Rita, took two photos.

"So seriously Mr. Powers," April asked, "tell us why you're here."

"Um, it's just something my wife, Laney, wanted me to do."

"Why?" asked April.

"You'd have to ask her that."

"Good idea. I have her number right here and we're friends!" She typed a
message, reading it out loud word by word: "Hi Laney. Why is your hubby
getting made over like a woman?"

Momentarily, the message ding went off. "Are you sure you want to know? I
don't want to offend you." She read Laney's message out loud. This was not
going well.

April texted back, as Brenda began filing my nails. "Silly woman! How long
have we known each other? Spill it!" As before, she read the message out
loud before hitting the "send" button. All the conversations up and down
the row of tables had gone quiet as everyone waited for the answer.

"Ding."

April looked into her phone and smirked. She showed it to Brenda, who
squealed. "OH ... MY ... GOD!!!!"

"What?" asked Brenda.

Rita held the phone up so I could see it. "Is this YOU, Mr. Powers?" The
photo showed my erect penis next to a ruler, clearly showing that it was
three and a quarter inches. My wife had taken it the night before, and it
was framed by the red garterbelt I had been wearing at the time.

For a moment, I considered denying it, but the phone dinged again. "Yep,
that's you!" she said, turning the phone back toward me, showing the full
shot that included my face. All the women burst out laughing.

The closeup had a message from Laney: "Can you believe this is all he has?
Not much of a man, so decided to see how he works as a woman."

"I always kinda thought he had short-man complex," said April, my
personnel director. "I just wasn't sure what was causing it!" The women
were helpless with laughter.

Brenda stopped working for a moment and picked up her own phone. "I want
that too!" she said. "I'm asking her for it." Like April, she read out
loud as she typed: "Can I have a copy? Is it secret or ok to share?"

Seconds later, she read the reply. "We have no secrets." The receptionist,
Deanna, had just appeared to show in Rita's next client. She had overheard
the conversation.

"Tell Mrs. Powers to send it to me so I'll have it on the desktop in the
front. That way, I can email it easily to whoever wants it," Deanna said.

"I want it!" said Rita. "Who else does?" All of the manicurists, and about
four of the clients, raised their hands. Deanna scribbled their names on
her pad and disappeared. Brenda resumed working on my nails and the
attention shifted away from me, to my relief. About five minutes later,
phones up and down the table began dinging. Rita checked hers first.

"Hey, she sent them both - the one with the ruler and the one showing your
face!" she said. "I guess you really don't have any secrets!"

"Apparently not," I mumbled.

"I'd love to post that on Facebook, but it'd obviously violate their
policies," said Rita.

"That would, but this wouldn't," said Brenda, holding up the camera with
the photo she had just taken of me getting my nails done. She hit the
intercom button. "Deanna, can you stick your head in when you're on the
way through?"

"Sure," came the reply. It didn't take long before Deanna reappeared.

"Brenda turned the camera around so that Deanna could see the picture of
me getting my nails done. "Is there any reason we can't put this on our
Facebook page?"

"Absolutely not. Mr. and Mrs. Powers both signed releases allowing us to
use his image however we like. I'll post it and tag Mr. and Mrs. Powers so
that all their friends will be sure and see it," said Deanna. I realized
that must have been in the papers I signed without reading them.

"Great!" said Brenda. "Go ahead and say in the cutline that we'll soon be
posting images after he gets his hair and makeup done. I imagine we can
get some of him in his new dresses later after he's done shopping too!"

"I'll have it up in five minutes." Deanna took the camera and disappeared.

Brenda, meanwhile, had painted my nails a bold mauve. "It's called Java
Mauve," she explained. "I'm using a gel polish that can't be removed
except with special chemicals, so you won't have to worry about it
chipping. "Mrs. Powers said to use something that was bold and feminine -
not something that Gothic men are wearing."

Deanna had just returned with the camera. "It's up, and we already have
four likes and two comments! I created an album called "Mike Powers," so
we can post everything there. Of course, anybody can "like" a photo and
share it with all their Facebook friends." She noticed my polished nails.
"Ooh, perfect timing! Hold your hands up next to your face." I did so and
she snapped another photo. "I'll go ahead and post this. Be right back."

A few minutes later, Brenda was finishing up, and April had just removed
her nails from the dryer. She checked her iPhone. "Oh look, the one
showing the nails is up! There! Sharing is SO easy!"

"You've been doing Facebook from the very beginning, haven't you, April?
How many Facebook friends do you have?" someone asked.

"About 1,200, including most of the Powers Design employees, members of
the Chamber of Commerce and just people I know around town. I even have
Daria Henley on my list. And they'll all see these!" said April.

"Daria Henley? The Channel 4 anchorwoman?"

"Yep."

"Well," said Rita. "I guess no secrets means no secrets."

"It does now!" said April. "Oh, wait! I manage the company's Facebook page
too!" She tapped her screen a few more times. "There! Now it's in the feed
for Powers Design!"

Finally, we moved over to the pedicure area, where there was a lot more
privacy. Brenda painted my toes the same color as my fingernails and took
the obligatory "before and after" photos. An hour later, I was ushered
into the hair area, where Rita was waiting for me. If anything, it was
even more crowded than the nail area, though there was more space between
stations.

As we were about to get started, I saw Laney's reflection in the mirror.
She was dressed conservatively for her these days, in tight jeans and a
low-cut tank top. Her makeup was dramatic, as usual.

"I just wanted to check on you," she said breezily. "Oh, the nail polish
is perfect! What are we going to do with his hair, Rita?"

"His hair's long enough that we can do anything we want to with it. I was
thinking I'd dye him a dark blonde and add some lighter blonde streaks.
How long do you want it?"

Laney patted her manicured finger to her lips thoughtfully. "What are your
thoughts?"

"If we leave it long, I can put some layers in it, but it may not be that
big of a change. If you want some serious drama, I could do a loose spiral
perm and cut it about shoulder length in lots of different layers. Of
course, he wouldn't be able to pull it back very well," she said.

"Perfect! Let's do that!" Laney said. "Well, I'd best be going now. Mike,
I also brought you a little something to wear for your shopping trip. It's
a lot nicer than the jeans you wore this morning." She removed the bag
covering the hanger to reveal a ruffly pink dress with a hem that flared
out. "I didn't bring any panties, and it's very short and loose around the
hem, so be careful - and stay out of the breeze!"

All work in the hair area had stopped while she showed off the address.
Laney was enjoying the attention.

"At least from what I've seen, he doesn't hang down too far," said Rita,
winking.

"No, it's kinda sad, isn't it? Now you know why I'm having to make some
changes in both of our lives," said Laney. She turned back to me.
"Speaking of which, I'm entertaining a guest this evening, and you'll be
going home with Sandra for a while after your shopping trip. I gather
everybody around here has figured out why at this point," she said.

"Seems a safe assumption," said Rita. "Don't worry. When I'm done with
him, there won't be a trace of male left in his hair. And I feel sure when
Angie is done with his makeup, there won't be a trace left in his face
either!"

"It really means a lot to me that you don't judge me," said Laney.

"Judge you? I applaud you for getting what you need. You go girl!" said
Rita.

Laney turned back to me and said, "see you later, pretty girl!"

I spent the next two hours getting my hair colored, highlighted and
permed. "It's really generous of you to let Mrs. Powers have ... company.
Women have needs, you know, and I hate to tell you this, but size DOES
matter," Rita said.

"It wasn't really my idea," I said. "Neither was all this."

"Can I give you some advice?" she asked. "You'll come off looking a lot
better if you pretend it is. That way people see you as generous and
adventurous instead of as a weak victim. Just think about it."

Finally, my hair was dry and she turned me so that I could see myself in
the mirror. I literally didn't recognized myself. My full, curly blonde
hair framed my face in delicate spirals. "Time to get you in that little
dress and take you out front for your makeup. You're almost ready to face
the public," said Rita, snapping the obligatory photos.

"Aren't you going to post those?" someone asked.

"Not yet," said Rita. "In a few minutes we'll have him made up and wearing
that little dress, and we'll introduce the new Mike Powers to the world
then!"

The dress was much shorter than it looked, and the hem flared out in a way
that revealed even more. With no underwear, I was afraid I might poke out.
Despite that, I realized that I had a strong erection. Angie showed up and
said, "Wow! Let's go finish this job!"

I followed her toward the front, wobbling in my heels. On the way, she
stepped back into manicuring area and had me twirl for the nail techs.
Finally, we went to the front, where the makeup stand was located. April,
my company's personnel director, was just settling up her bill.

"Well well! Look at the boss man now!" she said and I sat up on the stool.
She pulled out her iPhone and took a photo. "Look at that!" she said. "His
weewee was sticking out. You can see it in the picture. Guess I can't post
THAT on Facebook!"

"No, but you can send it to me," said Angie. "And me," added Deanna from
the front counter.

Mercifully, April finally left, and Angie went to work on my makeup. "This
actually won't take too long, because I've already decided what to do. The
foundation will be heavy, but we're just using light eyeliner. I want to
keep it fresh and feminine, not harsh and draggy."

When she let me look in the mirror, I couldn't help being impressed. It
was indeed dramatic, but none of the colors called attention to
themselves. "The lips are similar to the mauve on your nails, but just a
bit lighter." She began pulling the products off the shelves and putting
them into a bag.

"You can play with the colors a bit over the weekend, but on Monday,
you're coming in for a lesson so you can do this for yourself. But for
now, you're done," she said. "Now stand up!"

After a half hour of trying to sit on the stool in the short dress without
exposing myself any further, I was relieved to stand up. Angie took about
a dozen photos - some up close, and some full-length showing off the
dress. She handed the camera to Deanna. "Want to transfer these to the
desktop where you can put them on the Facebook page?" she asked the
receptionist.

"Absolutely. There. Already done! I'm posting a couple of closeups and a
full length," she said.

Deanna turned to me. "Sweetie, we're done with you for now. I called
Sandra, and she's on her way to pick you up. Just sit over there on the
couch until she gets here," she said. She turned back to the computer and
resumed uploading the photos.

It was another 15 minutes or so until Sandra arrived. As she walked in the
front door, she said loudly, "I'm ready to take Mike Powers shopping. Is
he ready?"

Deanna pointed to me on the couch. Sandra introduced herself and sat next
to me, talking about all the pretty heels and dresses I was going to buy -
all while a lady I didn't know sat across from us hearing every word.
Finally, we got up to leave, and as we left, Deanna said excitedly.

"Oh look, Mr. Powers! You've gone viral. That shot of you in the dress has
121 comments and 284 likes!"

Suddenly, shopping for dresses in the department store seemed like a
relief from all the publicity, but I would soon learn that I was wrong!

"So, Mr. Mike Powers, I feel like I already know you," said Sandra, the
personal shopper my wife, Laney, had hired to take me shopping for women's
clothing. We were leaving the Pink Pearl Spa, where I had received a full
makeover. I was dressed in a short, frilly pink dress and impossibly high
heels. My delicate curls framed my face.

"Laney's told you a lot about me?" I asked.

"That, and I've been tracking your progress all afternoon. You know those
photos the Pink Pearl staff has been putting on their Facebook page?
That's just the beginning of it. People are "sharing" the pictures right
and left. I've had no fewer than a dozen Facebook friends share your
photos just in the past few minutes! You're famous!" she said.

The news made me nervous. "Could people recognize me?"

"Does it matter? They're all clearly labeled as being you. Here, look."
Sandra pulled out her Android and launched Facebook. "Look - another three
... no, seven people just while we were inside! Read the cutline. "These
photos are tracking the transformation of local executive Mike Powers,
president and CEO of Powers Design, a leading interior design firm."

I got a sick feeling. "I'm fucked," I said.

"Not from what I hear," said Sandra. "In fact, I hear you're the only one
at your house last night who didn't get fucked. Yes, Laney has told me
everything - your tiny dick, her years of frustration, and her decision to
take control of her life by making up for lost time. You'll be staying
with me after our trip so you won't be in the way while she fucks one of
your own employees."

"Who?" I asked.

"She didn't give me a name - just described him as a black guy with a
reputation for the biggest dong ever. Apparently, after so many years of
being deprived, she can't get enough cocks - or big enough ones. You know,
if he gets her pregnant, you're going to have a black baby to raise! I'd
say that would be hard to explain, I guess not, since everybody in town
knows your sweet little wife is jumping on every cock in sight - except
yours," said Sandra. She laughed out loud.

I knew right away who it was: Lenny Sadler. He was an arrogant asshole,
and apparently he was fucking Laney. At the moment, I was even more taken
aback by Sandra's cruel attitude. While it had turned out that the ladies
in the spa knew about my situation, they had at least tried to be
courteous and act as if they cared about feelings. Sandra seemed to revel
in my misery.

It was time to change the subject. "So where are we going?" I asked.

"I guess we should start at Foundations Inc., since I posted that we'd be
going there first. You need bras, panties, garterbelts, stockings corsets
and a couple of nice nighties. You can't keep wearing Laney's frillies,
you know!"

I was outraged. "You posted where we were going?" Sandra shocked me by
swatting me across the mouth with a vicious backhand. "Don't you ever
raise your voice to me again. Now dig into your new cosmetics stash and
get out your lipstick, liner and gloss. I'm not going to be seen with you
with your lips messed up."

I did so, using the mirror on the visor over the passenger seat to repair
the damage from Sandra's hand. I finished just as we pulled into the
parking lot. There were about 30 people gathered around the door - some
with camcorders. "Keep your legs together when you get out of the car, or
your pecker may turn up on Youtube," she warned.

"How did you know I wasn't wearing panties?" I asked. She ignored me and
got out and started toward the store entrance. I carefully swung my legs
around and began mincing inside in my flared dress and heels. She was
mugging for the cameras and answering questions. "Yes, this is Mr. Mike
Powers, CEO of Powers Design. He's in desperate need of some pretty
undies!"

"Did his wife really make him do this because he has a small dick?"
someone asked. She just smiled, turned to me and said, "C'mon Tiny. We
have an appointment inside." I wondered how many camcorders had caught
that sound bite.

Things were more calm inside the store. A tall lady in her fifties walked
over to greet us. "I'm Harriett, the owner. You'll be safe in here. I made
it very clear that only serious customers are welcome in the store." She
turned to me. "Mr. Powers, I presume."

I hung my head. "Yes ma'am."

"You've created quite a stir. I'm uncomfortable with it, but I suspect it
will be good for my business. We've never had so much publicity. Sandra's
told me what all you need, so I have put out a number of items for you to
try. Once we establish your size, you won't have to keep trying everything
on, though we'll still need to see how some styles look on you. First,
let's do bras. You'll use these prosthetics to fill them out. Just slide
them into each bra when you try it on and come out to show us."

She turned to a salesgirl who appeared to be about 18. "Tiffany, take him
in the first changing room. Bring me the dress and we'll hang it up until
he needs it so it won't get wrinkled." The girl was a walking
advertisement for cleavage-enhancing bras, spilling out of her scooped
neckline with tits that had to be at least C cups but looked like E's.

"Turn around, and I'll unzip you," Tiffany ordered. I turned, and she
quickly unzipped the dress all the way. "Now step out of it."

"I turned around, holding up the dress to cover me. "Can I just hand it
over the top?"

Tiffany rolled her eyes and sighed, and Sandra intervened. "Do as she
says. Now," Sandra said.

I turned back to face away when Tiffany said, "No, I think you should face
this way. We all want to know if the stories are true."

"Do it," said Harriett. "Let's just get this part out of the way." I
faced them and worked my arms out of the spaghetti straps, letting the
dress slide down. I stepped out of it and heard a click. Sandra had just
snapped a picture.

"Don't worry ... this is just for your scrapbook. Laney wants every step
of our trip chronicled."

I was even more alarmed to note that Tiffany had been recording me with a
Flip video. "Don't worry about that either," said Sandra. "That's for the
multimedia part of the scrapbook, unless you get stupid."

"Smile and wave," said Tiffany. "Tell us your name and why you're buying
lingerie."

"I'm Mike Powers, and I'm buying lingerie because my wife, Laney, asked me
to do so."

"That'll do for now," said Sandra.

Harriett handed me two bras. "Let's try the red one first. No need to shut
the door. We've all seen it anyway, and it'll just waste time. Tiffany,
help him get the bras off and on.

Soon, Sandra had settled into three styles she liked - all lacy and
padded. She bought two of each style in pink, two in white, and one each
in black, red and lavender..

"All of these colors are available in three panty styles - standard,
bikini and thong. Which panties do you want him to try?" Harriett asked
Sandra.

"Let's come back to that. First, do you have garter belts in all the
colors?

"Every one of 'em," said Harriett. "That''s one big advantage we have over
the chain stores like Victoria's Secret - a wider variety of styles and
colors. We also have two styles of garter belts - one very lacy, and one
more simple. Do you have a preference?"

"Let's see them both," said Sandra. By this time, I had been on full
display for more than a half hour, and when I tried on the lacy red garter
belt, I got an inconvenient erection.

"Goodness, somebody likes these!" said Tiffany, once again running the
video camera. Sandra, likewise, had captured my erection for posterity.

Harriet pulled out one of those cloth tape measures they use in clothing
stores. "Can we measure it to see if it's true that it's only three and a
quarter inches fully erect?" she said. Harriett sighed and nodded. Tiffany
stretched it up against my penis. "Actually, a little short. More like
three inches even," she said.

"Hold it there a second," said Sandra. She snapped another photo with the
tape measure. "There. I know a few ladies who'll love that."

"Let's how he likes it with stockings," said Harriett. She handed me a
pair of red textured stockings and showed me how to pull them up without
getting a run.

"Perfect. We'll get those in all the colors. And give him thongs in red
and black. But I'm going to recommend he go without panties most of the
time, especially when he's wearing garters. It'll help him learn to walk
like a lady," said Sandra.

Finally, Sandra pronounced my lingerie purchases complete. "Let's let him
wear a garter and stockings with his dress," said Sandra. "Tiffany, why
don't you pick out a color."

Tiffany put on a show of engaging in thought. "Well, the conventional
choice would be pink to match the dress. So I'm thinking ... lavender!"

I put on the garter belt and stockings and realized that the dress was so
short that the tops of the stockings and a couple of inches of the garters
were showing. The garish lavender - which had black trim - practically
screamed "streetwalker."

Sandra and Harriett both laughed. "How wonderfully trashy," Sandra said.
Tiffany grinned broadly. Sandra snapped another photo or two, and Tiffany
made me strut across the store for some more video.

As we prepared to leave, I noticed a much larger crowd had gathered out
front.

"Uh oh," said Sandra. "I'm afraid it got posted when we arrived. Let me
look." She pulled out her Android and opened F