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Coed for Keeps by Karen Elizabeth L. [email protected] I was just a college freshman on a hardship scholarship, determined to make a name for myself in a prestigious university. At first I was concerned that I might not fit in since the school was out of state and I knew no one there. In High School I had developed a reputation with the girls as a sort of bad boy that a girl had to date at least once and once was usually enough for many girls. Looking back I guess you could say that I acted like a swaggering, tough guy hero from some B movie of the fifties but at the time I thought I was as cool as a guy could hope to be! Some girls treated me like the jerk I was but many couldn't wait to go out with me even knowing I treated most girls like morons. I hadn't been in college for more than a few months when I got a date with a girl from one of my classes and I immediately fell back into my role as a macho stud just doing some more babe a favor by going out with her. The girl didn't seem to appreciate my act so when I took her home I didn't even bother to turn off the car engine when we pulled into her driveway. For her part she didn't even bother to say goodnight let alone give me a kiss, preferring instead to slam my car door and storm off into her house. Because of my scholarship I found that I was required to report to many different offices at the college to fill out some form or another. Each time I went to an office I managed to offend the secretary by coming on strong and acting like I was doing her a favor just by being there. Sometimes if the girl was good looking I'd go into my 'God's gift to women' act and try to get a date. I got several dates and even went out with a couple girls several times before I dropped them. One day I received an official looking letter in my campus mail box requesting that I contact the Dean of Student Affairs regarding complaints of sexual harassment. Harassment, I thought, I was trying to do some of those poor girls a favor by taking them out since they didn't really look like they'd be highly sought after for dates! Anyway this dean was a woman and I was sure she wouldn't understand so I crumpled up the letter and trashed it. Two more notices were sent and two more notices were trashed before I received a notice saying that if I was about to be dismissed from the college. This time I paid attention since I couldn't afford another college and this one had the prestige I was sure would guarantee me a job when I finished. Since it was to be a formal hearing I was required to bring my parents and an attorney if desired. My parents were terrified over the news of my possible expulsion and immediately contacted a close friend who was an attorney. There we sat one crisp fall morning as the list of my sins was read off to all present. It turns out that all of the secretary's I had come on to were offended in some other way had filed separate complaints about me which were the reason for the letters I had received. These complaints added up to not one, not two, not even three, but fifteen separate cases of harassment over a three month period! Although I had been formally notified I had chosen to ignore the warnings and continued with my harassment and now I was to be expelled under the guidelines of the college policy. My parents were devastated and urged me to beg forgiveness and ask that I be allowed to continue at school. I put on my best act but the dean wasn't buying it and moments later I was told that I was to leave campus by the weekend. My parent's friend asked if the school would reconsider pledging that I would do whatever was required of me to stay. The group of deans sitting in judgment of me then called a fifteen minute recess to talk to the attorney privately. When they came back to the room everyone was smiling and I was told that a deal had been struck that would allow me to stay. My family were overjoyed with this news but the attorney warned them that everything hinged on my approval, if I agreed I would be subject to a rather severe punishment but at least I could finish out my education. If I didn't agree I would be expelled and it was unlikely any other college would have me! "Okay," I said with as much bravado as I could muster. "I'll take my punishment like a man, what is it?" "This is not something to be taken lightly Jim," The attorney advised. "Believe me your punishment will be severe but it will be appropriate." "So what's the worst they can make me do, a public apology? I can handle that!" "No Jim, the worst they can do is to 'Punishment in Kind' " He said slowly. "A punishment that will teach you a lesson about how women are to be treated." "One of those sensitivity workshops," I groaned. "How pathetic." My parents friend was becoming annoyed by then and asked the deans if we could talk things over privately to which they agreed. Once they left the room he hit me with the bombshell. "Your punishment Jim," He said slowly. "Is to learn how to treat women by attending college as a woman!" "What did you say?" My mother asked, shaking her head. "How is he to learn this again?" "Are they serious?" Asked my dad. "How can he do that?" "They're serious," His friend advised him. "It's a last resort punishment, but it's been used successfully in the past. The school will allow Jim to remain as a student with his full scholarship provided he meets that condition." "They're nuts!" I exclaimed. "They can't make me do that, we'll sue!" "They're not nuts and if you agree then it's all perfectly legal." I was told. "You mean that you want me to agree to go to school in drag?" I asked. "Everyone would laugh at me and I'd be humiliated!" "It's not a matter of going to school in drag Jim," The attorney continued. "If you agree they'd put you into a program after which only a very close medical exam would reveal your true sex! You'd spend the next four years here that way and when you're done you're records will show that you graduated with no problems." "And all I have to agree to is to have some butcher chop me up so I'll never be the same again!" I retorted. "No, I wont do it!" "This program," My father asked. "What exactly would it do to Jim, would he be a girl the rest of his life?" " As you're aware this school is part of a large teaching hospital," We were told. "The program we're talking about was designed for men who wanted to become women. It allows them to experience life as women before anything irreversible is done." "So nothing is changed then?" My mother asked, confused. "He'd still look like a boy?" Their friend took a deep breath before going on. "No, actually quite a bit is changed. He'd look like any other woman his age but it can all be undone when he graduates." "What do you mean I'd look like any other woman?" I asked suspiciously. "Frankly Jim, you'll have breasts, wide hips, and a woman's shape. You'll look like a woman, you'll sound like a woman, and for the next four years you'd live completely as a woman!" My parents huddled together for several minutes before my dad finally spoke up. "All reversible, and he keeps his scholarship?" He asked. "Absolutely reversible, and he keeps his scholarship." His friend assured him. "No one would ever find out?" Mom asked. "The records are changed to indicate that a male attended and graduated from the university." I saw my parents nodding to each other. "No!" I screamed. "I won't do it!" "Where else can you go Jim?" Mom asked. "Colleges weren't exactly beating our door down. You never had good enough grades to interest anyone else!" "He'll do it." Dad said quietly. "When does it all start?" I felt as though I was listening to my own death sentence being read. "You can't do this to me!" I shouted. "Please, anything but this!" "I never treated a woman badly in my life Jim," Dad said. "You're mother and I didn't raise you to be such a jerk! Now maybe you'll understand that you can't treat women as if they were rubbish!" A document detailing all that was to happen was brought out for my parents and me to sign. It spelled everything out in detail but the key words that interested me were "nothing shall be done that cannot be safely reversed within the approximate time required to implement the change.". I was given a pen and shown where to sign my life away for the next four years. My hands trembled as I wrote but I could see my parents had decided that there was to be no turning back. Without the scholarship I'd be a failure working in some restaurant asking if people wanted fries with their sandwich. I signed the form, dated it, and handed it to my parents who did the same. Their friend witnessed the signatures then held the door as we went back to hear the details of my sentence. "As you were told," The dean intoned. "You will be spending the next four years of your life attending this university as a female student. Your records will all be altered to indicate your temporary sex and all provisions will be made to allow you to function as a female at this school. An official notice to your current records will show that you voluntarily withdrew effective this weekend. At the successful completion of this program that notice will be removed and your records updated to show that you graduated with whatever honors or awards that you may achieve in the next four years." I was told that I was to return to my dorm and remove all of my belongings. I was to leave the school for a period of time during which I was to be prepared to return as a female. Since the school was mandating this punishment I was to be given a clothing allowance to be used in purchasing a woman's wardrobe. I had one week to buy new clothes and report to an office in the hospital where I would be taken care of for the next two semesters. The school was very efficient and before we left I was given a check for clothes and wished good luck. The dean said she'd be looking forward to my return and hoped that all would work out for the best. The week went by faster than any before and soon I was back at the school with several suitcases filled with dresses, skirts, tops, pants, and lingerie. The only male clothing I had was what I had on my back. I was met by a pretty young woman who introduced herself as Candace who said that she'd be helping me until I was ready to return to school again. I didn't realize that I had been staring at her chest until she arched her back, smiled nicely and said, "Like 'em, don't worry you'll have a set of your own soon enough!" Talk about a shock! "I wasn't staring miss, honestly!" I stammered, trying to avoid any further trouble. "I was just wondering why they'd assign a girl to help me? Isn't that taking chances?" "Relax, please call me Candy" She said with a grin. "I'm working on my Master's degree in Sociology, I decided to specialize in Transsexualism so I'm interning with the clinic at the school. Besides, you might as well get your ogling over with now, pretty soon you'll be on the receiving end! And no, no one's taking any chances, you're not going to be able to rape anyone for at least four years!" "Did you have to mention that?" I asked. "I'm not exactly comfortable with this idea in case you didn't know. There's just something about being turned into a woman that bothers me" "Don't let it bother you," Corrected Candy. "You're going to look like a female but only for four years, besides, it was your choice." "Right," I scoffed. "Great choices, be a bum or be a woman!" A few minutes later we arrived at the apartment I would stay in while I was in training. She sat and waited until I came to her side of the car and opened it for her. "That's your first lesson," She gave me a warm smile as she got out of the car. "Expect a guy to act like a gentleman and settle for nothing less!" "I'll try to remember that," I laughed as I lifted my luggage from the trunk. "But I doubt that I'll find myself in a car with another guy." Candy stared at me for a few seconds then slowly walked around me. "You know you're going to make a really good looking woman, the kind guys will line up to date!" "Date, me, with other men?" I said in shock. "Yes date, you, and lots of other men!" Laughed Candy. "You'll see!" Candy showed me around the apartment and told me to leave my suitcases in the bedroom while we talked about my future. Once again the school had been very thorough and provided a schedule for the major changes that I'd undergo. First on the list was to have my hair done and then start electrolysis on my face and chest. I'd be taught all about makeup, fashion, and hair styling, voice lessons would be next to capitalize on the special throat spray which would alter my voice. Once all that was complete, they estimated about two months, I'd be ready for breast implants, then the final series of operations which would alter my genitals to appear female. "You're sure this is all reversible?" I asked in a trembling voice. "They're not really going to cut anything off are they?" Candy held my hand in hers. "The only permanent loss will be your facial and chest hair. Other than that you can go back to being a guy anytime you want after your four years are up." "That will be the very next day!" I said decisively. "The night before if I could arrange it!" "Let's see how you feel four years from now," Candy said looking me in the eye. "There have been those that chose to make it permanent!" "I won't be one of them, I promise!" Imagine someone thinking that I'd want to live the rest of my life as a woman! "Okay so that's your schedule for the big items, in between I'll be training you in how to dress and act like a woman. First thing you'll need to do is to take a hot bath and either use the hair removal cream on your legs and underarms or a razor, it's up to you." "Uh, actually my mom had me take care of all of that last week," I mumbled. "What's next?" "Dressing," Candy said casually as if it were no big matter. "We'll select an outfit for you and I'll get rid of what you're wearing now. From this point on you wear nothing but women's clothes." I followed her back to the bedroom where she began helping me to unpack. I tried to get to the case I knew held my lingerie before her but I was too late and stood there embarrassed as she pulled the various items of nylon, satin, and lace from the suitcase. She selected a matching bra, panty, and half slip in pink satin along with a pair of tan pantyhose and the breast forms which had been thoughtfully included on my list of things to purchase. "Your mom has good taste," She said as she worked. "Quality clothes, pretty colors, and a good mix of styles." "They're yours for the asking Candy," I joked, trying to put a good face on the situation. "Thanks," She grinned. "I have plenty and you'll be needing these!" As I unpacked the rest of my suitcases Candy stopped me as I began to put away a denim dress. "That will be perfect for now," She said as she took the dress from me. "No need for anything dressy right away." "I guess I couldn't wear a pair of jeans could I?" I asked anxiously. "Sorry but until your final operation there's to be no slacks. Tell tale bulges you know!" "How stupid of me to forget!" "Don't worry, in just a few months you'll look really hot in a pair of tight jeans!" "Thanks," I said sadly. "I can wait." "Speaking of waiting," Candy said cheerfully. I'll wait in the other room while you get changed. If you need any help just call me!" "I should be okay, mom gave me a few lessons on wearing these things." I told her. "Good old mom, thought of everything!" "You're a lucky girl," She called back as she left. "Things will be a lot easier for you then!" It was only after I started to pull on the panties that I realized she had called me a girl. Here I was an average eighteen year old guy about to become a girl and there was nothing I could do about it. Trapped, I thought to myself. They can do anything they want to me once I'm in the operating room, I could wake up to have breasts the size of watermelons! Mom's training was very helpful to me as I finished dressing, I hooked my bra the way she showed me then slipped the breast forms into the cups where they fit perfectly. I sighed deeply as I slipped on the dress wondering if I'd be wearing dresses permanently or not. I gathered up my old clothes and as I went to give them to Candy I noticed the odd feeling as my dress and slip brushed my nylon clad legs. "Here you go," I said as I handed her the last of my male existence. "What do we do now?" "Sit down," She said patting the seat next to her. "We have to find a name for you." Candy showed me a small book that I'd seen at the checkout counters in the supermarkets. It was a pink paperback titled 'Names for your new daughter'. "I kind of like something simple but pretty," She said as she leafed through the pages. "What do you think of Lisa?" "I never gave it any thought, never thought I'd need to." I said as I smoothed out my skirt and sat down. "Nice touch, " She stated referring to my smoothing out the skirt. "Your mom again?" I nodded my head in agreement, she smiled, patted my knee and said, "Cross your legs, ladies don't sit with their legs spread like that." I did the best I could but my legs just wouldn't cross like hers did, at least not without considerable pain. "That'll change later," She said helpfully. "How about Lynn?" "Cute," I replied. "But I just don't see myself as a Lynn." "What about Cheryl," She asked. "No, I'm definitely not a Cheryl." "Sandra?" "This are the nineties Candy, no one is named Sandra anymore." "How about Beth?" I thought that one over for a few seconds. "Beth's nice," I said agreeably. "How about Beth Ann?" "Bethany?" Candy suggested. "Beth for short?" "You mean like Virginia?" I asked with a straight face. "You know, virgin for short, but not for long!" "How long you stay a virgin is up to you," Candy laughed. "Wait just a minute!" I shrieked. "What's this about being a virgin, I'm not into that gay sex stuff!" "Nothing gay about it," Candy said. "You'll be able to have sex as a woman if you want, remember when they said you would experience life as a woman? Well dear heart, sex can be a part of that experience if you want!" "No, " I said firmly. "I won't date and I'll never go to bed with another guy!" Candy shrugged her shoulders. "Your choice, just wanted to let you know that it's possible!" "Let's get back to my new name, okay?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from my sex life. "Bethany Lynn Chandler, that's your new name!" "I could do worse," I said resigned to my new name. "Sure could, Virginia for example!" We had a good laugh over that then Candy produced some official looking papers for me to sign. The first was a petition to the court to have my name legally changed. My folks and I had decided that I would use chandler, my paternal grandmother's maiden name to avoid recognition so I printed Bethany Lynn Chandler in the space for my new name and signed it that way on the bottom. Next in line was a paper to get a new birth certificate, the reason I needed a new one was to show my new name and change the sex to female. After that I signed as Jim a statement from the administrator of the clinic where I'd be operated on to say that I was enrolled in the program for sexual reassignment and I'd need documentation to show that I was female to go through the test portion of the program. "What's the test part about," I asked. "That's where the person who wants to change their sex must live and work as the opposite sex to see if they can handle it. All of their official papers show their desired sex to make it easier for them to be accepted as the sex they want to change to. Once we get all the paperwork back we'll get you all done up and get a new picture for your license. You'll be ready to go after that!" "You mean before the operation?" I asked. "It takes about three weeks, then you can get a job and drive." "A job, what kind of job could I get pretending to be a girl?" "Stop saying 'pretending' Beth," Candy scolded. "You're not pretending anything, from now on you are a girl!" "I just didn't think about working this way." I mumbled. "You'll need to be careful if you get a waitress job in one of the local bars," Candy told me. "Some of these college guys think they can do whatever they want to a woman. Their hands have a tendency to end up on a girl's butt from time to time!" This is unreal I thought, not only would I have to get a job as a woman, I might have to put up with some guy trying to feel me up! What else could possibly go wrong? Candy answered that for me when she told me to put on some shoes, we were going to get my hair done! "I can't go out looking like this! Everyone will know I'm a guy." Candy brushed off my objections, "The beauty shop is used to making guys look pretty, it's why they're here." Sensing my reluctance Candy brought out a pair of black flats from my room and had me slip them on my feet. "Don't worry, " She said with a grin. "You'll be wearing heels soon enough, flats just look better with your dress." I had always loved seeing girls wearing heels, something about the way they walked just drove me wild. Now it looked like I'd soon be driving some poor guy wild myself! Downstairs in the beauty shop I was taken to a styling chair where they wrapped a plastic cape around me then tilted the chair to wash my hair. While one woman cut, combed, teased, and curled my hair another was giving me a manicure. Once my hair was in rollers I was taken to another part of the shop where a needle was placed against my hair follicles and an electric current was shot through it. "Ouch!" I screamed in pain. "That stings, what is this some medieval torture chamber?" "Just getting rid of facial hair dear, now sit still so I don't jab you in the wrong place!" The woman with the needle told me. After three and a half hours my face was sore and red, my fingernails were long and red, and my brown hair was shorter , curly, and a had streaks of blonde throughout! "That should be enough for now," Candy told me. "Next is a visit to the doctors office." Off we went to another part of the building Candy walking confidently ahead, me trailing behind looking like an ugly woman with a bad sunburn on her face. The doctor had me change into a robe and did a thorough exam on me. Trust me when I say thorough I mean he didn't miss anything! When I mentioned to Candy about having my legs up in stirrups so my genital area could be examined she howled. "Great, now you see what a pain it is for a woman to have an exam like that!" After my exam the doctor met with Candy and me in his office. He spoke mostly to Candy since she was representing the program but occasionally I got included in the conversation too. What it all boiled down to was that he saw no problem with the surgery to hide my genitals saying that there appeared to be plenty of room for the reconstruction which would make me appear to have female genitals. Looking at his notes he said that I would be a nearly ideal candidate for breast implants and suggested that for my age a size of thirty six B would look best for me. I suppose he was expecting me to be overjoyed when he said that once the hormones began to change my body shape he could schedule me, but somehow I just couldn't seem to get all that excited over having breasts! He wrote out several prescriptions, one to soothe the burning on my face, another which he said would all but stop my body from producing male hormones, and just to make sure I turned out all right a small dosage of female hormones! Other than the exam I didn't think there was much reason for me to be there since Candy accepted the prescriptions, she agreed completely about the size of my new breasts, and scheduled a follow up appointment for the end of the next week! The only time I was acknowledged was to be given a bottle of liquid to gargle with daily which would provide a more feminine voice for me. Before I was allowed to put my clothes back on I was given a shot in the butt to begin my journey into womanhood. Candy immediately had the prescriptions filled and I started on them that afternoon over dinner. She was all smiles as I took the pills which the doctor had said would chemically castrate me and temporarily change me into a woman. I suppose I expected some sort of major change to overcome me the instant I swallowed the pill and my expression must have said it all. "This part will be rather subtle," Candy said with a smile. "No sudden urge to go shopping or anything like that. After they've had a chance to build up in your system though you'll be less aggressive, more feminine." I was trying to understand what she meant by 'more feminine' when she added; "the urge to shop comes later, with the urge to have children!" I wasn't paying very close attention at first but suddenly the last part sunk into my brain. "Children!" I shouted. "Just joking Beth," She laughed. "But you'll have to pay close attention when I'm telling you things. This is all stuff you're going to need to know." We both had a good laugh and after dinner Candy insisted on working with me on my walk and posture so we spent the rest of the evening working on walking and moving like a woman. That was a lot of hard work for me since it meant relearning all the things I had taken for granted over the years. Women just didn't stand, sit, walk, or even gesture the way men did and so neither would I. The nail extensions they glued onto my fingertips earlier weren't making things any easier either. I never considered how difficult it must have been for the girls I dated to pick things up with long nails, I just knew they were so sexy to look at! When Candy finally left that night I was exhausted! She made me walk, sit, cross my legs, stand, walk, sit, and cross my legs until I couldn't stand it anymore! Instead of getting a rest though she insisted that I practice picking up, carrying, and holding things the way a woman would. Once that was over she decided to give me lessons on walking in high heels which nearly caused me to break a leg. After hours of lessons Candy finally agreed to end for the night and allow me to get some sleep but only after reminding me that I had many more hours of training ahead. Later, after taking a shower I examined my smoothly shaven legs and wondered how I was going to look after all the changes had been made. Candy assured me that I was going to be an attractive woman thinking that I'd feel better about what was about to happen to me. She couldn't have been more wrong however, being an attractive woman was not what I wanted out of life, not even what I wanted out of the next four years. God how I wanted to leave the school, to run home to mom and dad and plead with them to forgive me. I would do anything they asked, just please don't let them make me into a woman! I knew though that no amount of pleading would change anything for my parents, dad had told me that I was getting exactly what I deserved and mom was actually looking forward to having a daughter even if only for a few years! I had been stupid, overbearing, and did I mention stupid, but I didn't deserve this I thought as I pulled on a pair of panties and a nightgown. I looked at the hot curlers mom had bought for me and remembered how candy thought it had been so nice of mom to get them for me. If it had been up to her she said, I'd learn the wonders of trying to sleep with a head full of curlers. Good thing she was supposed to be my friend, I thought as I drifted off to sleep, I'd hate to think what would happen to me otherwise! I had a fitful night's sleep, my butt was sore from the shot, my face was sore from the electrolysis, and Candy's joke about wanting to have children echoed through my mind. I woke up several hours early with my heart pounding after dreaming that I was marrying a man who looked like the doctor in the clinic. I was wearing a long white dress, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and looking at a church full of people through a lace veil. Part of me wanted to turn and run out of the church but I couldn't do it, I kept walking closer and closer to the altar. I stood at the altar and listened as the priest asked 'who gives this woman' and watched horrified as my dad proudly stepped forward and placed my hand in the doctors hand. The priest then continued and when he asked the all important question I wanted to shout 'help me' but when I opened my mouth all I could say was 'I do!'. My new husband then lifted my veil, pulled me close and kissed me. As I laid next to him that night I blushed as he told me how beautiful I was and how happy he was to be married to a woman like me. We kissed and hugged and soon he was lifting my nightgown and exploring my body telling me again and again how beautiful and sexy I was. His words seemed to create a fire in my body and soon I was begging him to make love to me and telling him how I couldn't wait to bear his children! He gently removed my panties and I couldn't wait to have him enter me but I woke up just as we were about to consummate our marriage! It took me nearly an hour to calm down and get back to sleep but fortunately my dream didn't return. The next morning Candy was knocking on my door bright and early for another day of training. After trying to ignore it I finally blurted out all the details of my dream while Candy smiled and nodded as I went along. "Sounds like you've got the hots for the doctor Beth!" Candy laughed. "Does this mean you'll be having the complete operation done so you two can be happy together?" "Thanks for your concern!" I shouted. "Can't you see that I'm upset? This is stupid, why can't I just apologize and go on with my life?" "Because you'd never learn anything, that's why!" Candy shot back. "You'd apologize just to get out of a jam but you wouldn't mean it! You need to learn what it's like to be treated like a sex object by some idiot who thinks he's a super stud!" I considered telling Candy off but thoughts of how she might retaliate made me reconsider. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as Beth so I swallowed hard and kept my mouth shut. The next couple of days were absolute hell for me as Candy drilled me day and night on makeup, fashion, manners, and a million other things she insisted I learn to pass as a woman. Candy was a firm believer in learning by doing so I spent many an hour trying on all types of clothes ranging from mini skirts to evening gowns. I thought it was tough getting to used to sitting perfectly straight in a mini skirt until I held my breath so Candy could zip up an evening gown only to find that I couldn't breathe the way I wanted to! "What's wrong Beth," Teased Candy. "A little short of breath?" "Unzip me," I pleaded. "I can't breathe!" "Relax, you'll get used to it in a few minutes. This is just a sampling of what women have to go through to wear some of these outfits that men like to see us in!" Oddly enough Candy was right. In a few moments I got used to the tightness of the gown and was no longer gasping for breath. Of course once I got used to the gown Candy insisted that I try sitting down. What seemed a relief at first turned into quite a puzzle as I tried to figure out how to bed and sit while zipped into the tight gown and the girdle I needed to wear to smooth out my figure. I twisted and turned every way I could think of but I just couldn't sit down. Candy watched and laughed as I went through my gyrations. "Keep your upper body straight Beth," She finally told me. "Now bend your knees slightly and push out your butt as you sit." Even with her help it was nearly an hour before I could walk across the room and sit down in a straight backed chair with no problem, it took quite a bit more work to learn to sit on a soft chair or couch however. Satisfied that I understood sitting Candy had me slip on a pair of high heels and practice walking and sitting all over again. I couldn't understand why she wanted me to try again in heels until I stood up and nearly broke my ankle! "How am I supposed to balance on that little point you call a heel?" I complained. "Not to mention the soles of these shoes are only about two inches wide!" "Women do it all the time!" Was Candy's standard response. "You'll need shoes like those for formal occasions." With her holding my arm I was able to take a few short steps across the room but teetered perilously the moment she let go. Candy refused to let me stop though and cheered when I was finally able to take a few steps on my own. "Go girl!" She yelled from the couch as I slowly and carefully made my way across the living room. "You're doing great, now relax and let your cute little butt swing!" Candy's enthusiasm had the desired effect on me and soon I was walking and turning as if I were wearing a pair of flats. At first it felt a little odd to have my butt swishing back and forth but between the girdle and the dress there was just no way to avoid it. "Good going Beth!" Candy smiled as she handed me a small clutch purse that matched my gown. "Now hold this in one hand and let the other arm sway as you walk." I took the purse and held it in my right hand the way I'd seen women hold them. Holding out my left hand in a limp wristed manner I did a bump and grind walk across the room. "How this?" I asked with a laugh. "Sexy enough?" "If you're a whore!" Candy replied harshly. "Now knock it off Beth, you're a lady not a street walker!" "Sorry, I was just joking. No need to get so worked up about it!" "Once again, it's not funny!" She said angrily. "If a woman wears something that's in the least bit sexy men think she's available! They can't understand that sometimes women just want to look and feel sexy! It's just part of being a woman, but you'll understand that soon enough!" "I doubt that," I replied smugly. "You can do all you can to make me look like a woman, and yes I'll even have to act like a woman, but there's no way I'll ever find myself thinking like one. That's just not possible!" "You're right," Candy said with a shrug. "That could never, ever happen!" "See," I said triumphantly. "Even nasty brutes like me can be right sometimes!" "Right," Candy said agreeably while chuckling to herself. You won't be the first guy I've worked with to suddenly decide he wants to look like a hot, sexy lady, she thought to herself! Candy was relentless in my training, day after day I learned to dress, walk, move, sit, and do anything I would ever do as a lady. I learned more about clothes and makeup in one week than I had ever hoped to learn and yet Candy still wasn't satisfied. At the end of the week she broke the news to me that we would be going shopping that weekend to get me used to being out in public! "Couldn't we just go to a drive through window for burgers and fries?" I asked panic stricken. "I can't possibly pretend I'm a girl in front of a lot of people!" "I told you before Bethany!" Candy replied irritably. "You're not pretending! As far as you or any one else is concerned, you are a girl! You wear girl's clothes and makeup, you know how to do everything you'd normally do the way a girl would, this is just a chance to let you use your new skills!" "Please Candy, not now!" I begged. "I'm not ready to go out in public just yet!" "You have a cute new hairstyle, your makeup skills are quite good, and you look great in some of your outfits! Trust me, you're ready!" There was no arguing with Candy, I had found that out, so we spent the rest of the day choosing outfits for the weekend and discussing how we'd be spending it. Since it was to be a warm weekend Candy suggested I wear a light pink cotton top, a short white denim skirt, and a pair of medium heels. We'd hit a couple of the area malls, stop for lunch and dinner at some nice restaurants, then catch a movie. If it weren't for doing it all as Bethany I might have looked forward to it. After all, Candy was very pretty and fun to be with, any guy would be thrilled to be dating her, but I'd be her girlfriend! I doubt if I slept a wink that night, between my curlers and dread of the next day I tossed and turned the entire night. When morning finally came I dragged myself to the shower and turned the water on as hard as I could make it in an attempt to wake up. As I stood under the stream from the shower I noticed an odd sensation of pain coming from my chest, the water was hitting my breast area and it hurt! Trying to focus my mind wasn't easy, I'd been taking showers all of my life and never had a problem like this before. Suddenly I realized it was the hormones I'd been taken! That had to be it, the doctor told me I'd be noticing some sensitivity in my breasts and he was right! I carefully reached up and turned the shower head to hit lower on my chest. Shaking, I put my hand on my right breast and squeezed the nipple ever so slightly. I immediately noticed that it didn't take much pressure before I felt the sensation on my breast and worse yet it felt good! I finished getting cleaned up then sat on the side of the tub to carefully run a razor over my legs. I hadn't really noticed any stubble since I last used the cream hair remover two days ago but my dress was a little short and I didn't want to take a chance of someone noticing hair on my legs. Once dried off I pulled on a pair of maroon colored panties mom had bought for me. I had been sticking with white ones so far but for some reason I thought that wearing a pair of colored panties would somehow make me feel more like a girl and so help me act more like one! Sure, deep down inside I thought it was silly, after all if wearing lingerie, stockings, and a skirt couldn't make me feel like a girl what difference would the color of my panties make? Yet I quickly pulled them on and hoped for the best! As I placed my breast forms into my bra though I couldn't help but stare at my chest in the mirror. What would I look like and how would it feel to have real breasts? I Thinking about having breasts led me to wonder what I was going to look like after the final operation. Candy had hinted that I'd be able to wear tight jeans with no problem, she even said that I'd look good in a bikini! I hoped she was just joking with me yet something in her voice told me she was serious! I guess it was when she said she couldn't wait to see laying on a beach in a bikini with my breasts attracting the attention of every male for miles! That was a nightmare I was determined to avoid! I wasn't about to go to any beaches, let alone be caught dead in a bikini, yet Candy had said that I wouldn't be the first guy in the program to be proud of the way he looked in a low cut dress or to one day decide that he'd like to see what it would be like to wear a skimpy bikini. None of them had ever regretted it she had said with a smile! That was a future problem I quickly decided as I finished zipping up my skirt, I had to get through a weekend of shopping as a woman first! I took special care putting my makeup on and fixing my hair hoping to look just right so that I'd blend as just another woman. I'd only had a weeks worth of practice with this sort of thing and although Candy had told me I was doing quite well it was still only within the confines of my apartment. How good would I look to the clerks and other customers in the stores? Would someone call security as I stood in a dressing room wearing only a slip and bra? In the midst of all my worries Candy showed up and gave me a very close inspection saying that although I had done a great job there were just a few things more to be done. Reaching into her purse she selected something that looked like a pair of curved tweezers. Telling me to hold perfectly still she clamped them onto my eyelashes and kept them there for half a minute or so. After she finished with them she picked up a tube of mascara on my vanity and proceeded to brush out my lashes. "You know you have beautiful long lashes, it's a shame they were wasted on a guy!" "Maybe I should look on the bright side, they'll certainly come in handy for a couple of years!" I replied, trying to, if you'll excuse the pun, put the best face on things. "That's true!" Candy laughed. "So will the fact that you're sort of a late bloomer physically! The hormones will probably make a really good looking woman out of you!" "And if they don't the doctor will right?" I asked sarcastically. "I understand that this is really tough for you Beth," Candy said. "You're going to become a beautiful woman, the doctor can only do so much with what's already there. You're thin, a little short for a guy, and don't have much in the way of muscles. Once you've been on female hormones for a little while you'll look pretty much like a thirteen year old girl. A short time after that you're body will develop more like a woman's, the doctor's just going to speed things along a little, that's all." "That's all!" I exclaimed. "I'm going to end up with all the necessary equipment to shower at the YWCA and you don't think that's a problem?" "Hey, I've been that way all of my life, it's no big deal!" Laughed Candy. "You were supposed to be remember?" I shot back. "You were born that way!" "Well to paraphrase a famous saying, "Great women are made, not born!" By now Candy was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks! " I suppose it could have been worse," I replied dourly. "I'm just a little surprised at what you picked out for me to wear!" Candy dried her tears with a tissue. "What did you expect, an evening gown? You're supposed to fit in as a girl so you can get used to it. You're wearing what a lot of girls your age wear on a weekend." She told me in her exasperated voice. "Sorry," I replied. "I guess I'm just sort of expecting the worst!" "You're pretty scared aren't you?" Candy asked, the concern in her voice evident. "Terrified!" I replied frankly. "I wish I would have gone home instead of agreeing to this. I'm so scared I don't know what to do!" "Just do as I say," Candy said soothingly. "I promise I'll take good care of you. You're only supposed to get an understanding of what it's like to be a woman, No one wants to see anything happen to you!" "I hope you're right," I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. "You can trust me Beth," Candy said as she dried my tears. "Now let's touch up your makeup and get started." As we drove to the mall Candy kept up a line of conversation which totally distracted me from thinking of the mall. Suddenly though I realized what had happened but Candy had already shut off the engine and was getting out of the car. "Come on Beth," She called happily. "Can't stay in there forever!" "I can try!" I called back. "No you can't!" She laughed as she opened my side of the car and pulled on my arm. "Let's go before people start looking at us!" That became Candy's magic phrase. All she had to do to make me do whatever she wanted was to remind me that I was attracting attention! Trying to appear invisible I meekly followed Candy into the mall where she headed straight for the women's section of a department store. She browsed like a trooper through racks of dresses, slacks, tops, and skirts while I tried to avoid running into another shopper. Finally Candy led me to a rack of dresses and began asking my opinion of them. "They're fine," I muttered. "Just fine, now let's go please!" "Relax Beth," She smiled. "This is part of your training. You've got to learn how to choose your size, and what looks good on you! You can't expect your mom to be picking out all of your clothes, you're a big girl now!" Candy was good at what she did, that much I had to admit. It took a little work but she was able to convince me that no one thought I was out of place shopping for dresses. Once she accomplished that she managed to get me caught up in another conversation and before I knew what was happening I was walking into the dressing room with an armload of outfits to try on. I wanted to tell Candy how mad I was that she had tricked me like that but she had made a clean get away to the opposite side of the department where she stood with a big grin on her face! I knew I was going to have to get used to this sort of thing sooner or later it was just that I was hoping for later. Promising myself that I'd pay Candy back somehow I took my clothes, found an empty room and began to get changed. I needed all of the courage I could muster to leave the dressing room and model the outfits for Candy but somehow I managed to walk out into the store wearing a dark red velvet dress. The dress was very soft and seemed to fit me like a glove, ending just a few inches above my knee. The dress was so light weight that I had to look at myself several times to make sure I was actually wearing it! It hugged my bustline gently before flowing softly to my knees. As I stared at myself in the mirror I found myself gently turning from side to side the way I'd seen other women do as they modeled an outfit. Candy's training of the past week was paying off, I looked at the way I looked and immediately knew that although the dress was a good fit I'd need dark stockings, high heels, perhaps a gold necklace, or better yet pearls to make it look just right! "Bethany, you are one hot lady!" Whispered Candy as she approached. "That dress is really you!" "You might be right," I answered without thinking, smoothing out the dress with my hands. "Dark stockings, some heels, and the right accessories...." "Wait a minute!" I exclaimed as I realized what I was doing. "I shouldn't be thinking like this!" "Relax and go with your feelings Beth!" Urged Candy. "You're hot and you know it!" Candy had called it right and I knew it. I knew that it was ridiculous for me to be thinking about how what accessories I could wear to really jazz up an outfit but I couldn't help it! Candy had spent the last week teaching me how to be a girl even to the point of guy versus girl thinking and I just guess I'd learned my lessons a whole lot better than I realized. She'd taught me how to dress, fix my hair, do my makeup, walk, sit, stand, talk, and apparently how to think like a girl. I thought I was going through the motions of learning these things and it was a shock to realize how well my lessons had stuck! Somehow I just knew what to wear with this dress to make it really special and if knowing wasn't bad enough I wanted to make it look special and I wanted it to look that way on me! "That's what scares me to death Candy," I confided anxiously. "Is it possible I always felt this way and didn't know it?" "Maybe," She answered with that smile that could melt the polar ice caps. Taking a quick look around to make certain that no one was close enough to hear she continued. "But I'd bet on the hormones your taking making you more susceptible to thinking this way. Your body's not the only thing that's going to be changing you know, you're going to find yourself thinking more like a woman too!" "Thinking like a woman!" I whispered in a panic stricken voice. "What happens when this is all through? Will I still think this way?" "Only if you're lucky!" Candy replied curtly. "If more men thought that way they'd be a lot easier to get along with! Of course guys don't need to know how to coordinate their eye shadow with their lipstick, all they need to know is that women do not appreciate being treated as bimbos! We appreciate a guy who treats us nicely and wants to get to know us!" "And if they don't you'll turn them into women right!" I regretted it as soon as I said it. Candy stared at me for what seemed like hours before she replied. "If it were up to me I'd just throw your sorry butt out of the college!" She hissed. "Remember, this was your choice! You could have taken the macho way out and left but you decided you'd rather spend four years of your life as a woman! Now you're even complaining about that!" "I'm sorry Candy," I apologized. "I'm scared that I'll never be a guy again!" "And what would be so terrible about that!" She shot back. "With your attitude towards women I doubt any girl would lose sleep over the loss! Frankly you weren't that good looking, I'll bet you were never much of a jock, probably didn't date that much, just fantasized about what a stud you were!" How could I answer that, I thought to myself. Candy had pretty much summed up my life without ever knowing me. I was a mediocre athlete, too short for basketball, too scrawny for football, and couldn't hit a baseball if someone held it for me. I didn't date that much mostly because I couldn't find that many girls I thought were worthy of going out with me. I was exactly the guy Candy had described! "Well," Candy asked impatiently. "Well what," I asked, hoping she wasn't asking me to confirm her profile of me. "Well was I right?" She asked pointedly. Candy's smile was gone, she stared at me as if trying to push me into the ground with her will. Once again shooting off my mouth had cost me. First went my masculinity, now the only friend I had in this mess was on the verge of leaving too! "You're right," I said sadly. "Forgive me, please?" "Do you think you can learn to keep your mouth shut?" She asked. "I promise to be good." "Drop the macho crap?" "I'll be a good girl, I promise," I smiled hoping to break down the wall that I had created between us. "Okay, you're forgiven." She sighed, her warm smile returning. "Now be good and get back in there and try on those other outfits!" As I turned to go back to the dressing room Candy added, "And don't forget, you're a good girl!" Our little spat had shaken me up very much. I'd come to think the world of Candy and I didn't want to upset her. Who knows, maybe when this craziness is over her and I can become more than the girlfriends we seem to be now. I did everything I could to be the 'good girl' I promised Candy I'd be. I tried on every outfit Candy had chosen for me then found a few more on my own. I wanted to try on some slacks so badly it hurt but Candy said it would be best to wait. She explained that first we'd have to do something about the unsightly bulge that would show before I could try some on. I nodded my head in agreement, I wasn't about to be seen with long curly hair, eyeshadow and lipstick, and a bulge where one shouldn't be. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but I had no doubt that I 'd trust her. We spent a little more time looking over some sexy party dresses, but I couldn't work up the desire to buy one for myself just then. Candy told me she understood and that it would be best to just let nature take it's course saying that I'd find myself interested in that sort of thing soon enough. I thought about that for a little bit as we continued to shop. Candy had mentioned several times now that I'd notice changes in the way I thought about things but we'd never really talked about it. I'd been taking female hormones for a week now and it wouldn't be too much longer that I'd really need the bras I wore so I decided to ask all the questions I was afraid to have answered. We strolled through the mall stopping now and then to admire an outfit or two before stopping at the food court for a bite to eat. My voice was by then starting to sound like a bad Carol Channing imitation so I let Candy do the ordering for us asking her to pick me up a double cheeseburger with the works and a supersized Pepsi. She came back with a smile, two small salads and two small diet Pepsis! "Where's my cheeseburger?" Staring at the small salad that she had given me I thought I knew what starvation was going to feel like! " I'm doing you a favor Beth!" She laughed. "That burger and shake would end up on your hips and butt!" "Some favor," I said still staring at my salad. "Starvation or sex change!" "Actually, it's sort of starvation and sex change!" Candy giggled. "Think of this as one of the sacrifices women make to be beautiful!" "Can't I just be plain and eat what I want?" I whined. "I can't live on salads and I hate diet anything!" "Sorry Beth but you'll thank me for this when you see how great you look in a size 9!" I took small bites of salad hoping to make it last while sipping at my Diet Pepsi. I never realized that girls ate this stuff because they had to, I always thought they enjoyed it. God how I wanted to sink my teeth into a double quarter pounder, a large order of French fries, and a giant sized Pepsi! I could almost taste the pickles and cheese on the burger and the fries were hot, salty, and delicious! Candy seemed to be able to read my mind. "You'll get used to it soon," She said with that smile that could light a stadium. "Remember the hormones will cause one heck of a weight gain if you're not careful." "I'll live with the weight, please get me a cheeseburger," I begged unashamed. "Remember," Candy laughed. "Boys don't make passes at girls with fat asses!" "I'm starving and you give me dumb poetry!" I whimpered. "Not poetry Beth" Candy sniggered. "Just one of the facts of life from a girl's viewpoint!" "This viewpoint you keep talking about, how is making me look like a girl supposed to help me understand it? I might look like a girl but I can't make myself think like one." I asked as I took another small bite of my salad. "It's not changing your looks that will make the difference," Candy sighed. "It's the hormones that are going to make a woman out of you whether you want to be one or not! Once you're hormone level has changed over to primarily female your mind will follow." "What do you mean whether I like it or not?" I almost choked on a piece of lettuce. "I have to dress like this and put up with whatever changes are made to my body but that's it!" "You don't really understand what's going to happen do you?" Candy's voice expressed her amazement. "Didn't they tell you anything before you agreed to this?" I no longer felt like such a tough guy, I was totally confused and scared witless. "Well yeah, they did talk about a lot of things but I'd still really confused. Could you please help?" I asked. "I don't know who else I could ask." Candy placed her hand over mine and I suddenly felt calmer. "Sure Beth," She replied gently. "Ask me anything." We spent more than two hours just sitting there talking about what was to come in the next four years and how I could deal with it. I told her all of my fears and she helped me deal with them without ever making me feel stupid. When we finally finished I realized that I felt differently for Candy than I felt for any other girl before. Candy wasn't just a great looking girl, she was my friend! Candy and I spent the rest of that day and all of Sunday window shopping in different malls, we caught a very romantic movie that I actually enjoyed and I became more comfortable with being Beth. I knew that the hormones were probably having some effect on me then, I found myself noticing little things that I never saw before such as the color of the sky at sunset, but somehow it wasn't going to be that bad. After all Candy promised she'd be there whenever I wanted to talk or maybe just have a good cry! I learned a lot that weekend, how to coordinate an outfit, what to look for in clothes, how to walk in heels, proper behavior in the ladies room, and most importantly how to be a woman in public. We shopped at many different stores, ate in food courts and fancy restaurants, I even ended up with pierced ears, and in each place we shopped or ate I was treated as a young woman. Just when I was congratulating myself for doing so well Candy informed me that I still had far to go. "What do you mean I haven't done much?" I asked baffled. "I can shop, go to shows or restaurants and no one cares!" "You're a stranger to them," Candy replied. "You still need to learn how to interact on a more personal level, at work, school, or dating!" "You keep talking about dating, but I can't see that happening." "My experience is that after you've been on hormones for a few months to a year you'll start looking at men differently." Candy told me. "The change will be gradual the same as it is for teenage girls. One day though you'll find yourself looking at some guy and realize that to put it bluntly, you want him!" "Tell me you're joking!" I exclaimed. "How could I explain to dad that I've got a boyfriend?" "You're parents have been through an extensive counseling session Beth, they're ready to help by accepting you as their daughter. If that means occasionally bring a guy home or spending the night with a guy they'll understand." "Spending the night? Isn't that just a bit far fetched?' "Once the operations over and you're all healed, sex as a woman will be both possible and pleasurable for you!" "Pleasurable," I gasped. "You mean..." "I've helped eight other guys through this program Beth, all reported orgasms. Three never did make the switch back, two of them are now happily married women!" "Married," I was amazed. "To men?" "Of course to men!" Candy looked at em as if I had the IQ of a brick. "Sorry to ask such a silly question," I was dumfounded. "Why would a guy marry another guy?" "For the thousandth and hopefully last time," Candy groaned. "Once enrolled in this program you are legally considered to be a female. As you'll soon see your birth certificate will say "Female" for your sex, your drivers license will say female, every piece of ID you have will be for a female named Bethany Lynn Chandler. All of your old school records have been changed, everything that once said "James Chandler, male" now reads "Bethany Chandler, Female"! I was taken aback momentarily. Every thing that I had done up to now in my life had been erased and a different one was put in it's place. I tried to explain my unease to Candy but she shrugged it off. "Everything has not been erased Beth," She waved her fork around as if it were some type of magic wand. "It's still there, you're still here, just different that's all!" "And getting more and more different all the time" I replied as I crossed my legs and adjusted the hem of my skirt. "That's life," Candy replied with a shrug. "Get used to it!" And so for the next couple of weeks I did just that, I got used to dresses and lingerie, I got used to being addressed as Miss in stores, and I got used to voice lessons and having my facial hair zapped away with a needle. I even somehow got used to the appreciative stares and occasional whistles from guys. Just when I thought I was zipping along, making all the necessary adjustments an obstacle was placed in my path. Okay so it was two obstacles, and they weren't placed in my path but on my chest. After a month on estrogen I noticed that I was looking a little better in some of my tighter skirts and tops. Actually the skirts and tops hadn't been tight when I first started wearing them but somehow had managed to get tighter over the last few weeks. As I looked at myself in the mirror after dressing I noticed with just a little pride that my butt has filled out as had my hips and chest. I wasn't going to be a model for Bust Babes magazine, more for a teen girls training bra ad. Candy was delighted with my progress and announced that my breast implant surgery was scheduled for the next weekend. I was still undecided about getting implants though, part of me wanted to go back to being an eighteen year old guy yet I couldn't ignore the increasing desire to wear low cut tops and dresses to show off my developing cleavage. By then my voice had changed which along with the voice lessons allowed me to sound like any other girl my age and my body had developed the beginnings of some really great curves. I was well on my way to developing into the hot looking babe Candy had said I would be so now it was time to help things along with breast implants. I entered the hospital on Friday evening with a small overnight bag containing my nightgown, underwear, cosmetics and a change of clothing. I was given a thorough exam and told that Saturday I would be operated on and released on Sunday. The doctor was pleased with my development and said that I had developed a thirty one inch bustline just with the hormones I'd taken. He believed that there would be further development even after the implants stopping he estimated at a thirty six inch chest with a B cup. I was smiling inwardly, there didn't seem to be anything I could do to stop it, but I didn't want anyone to know that I was happy to be developing into a good looking girl! Getting some sleep that night was certainly tough to do since I had a recurring nightmare that I was back in high school as Jim but yet I had breasts! The girls pointed and laughed at me while the other boys called me a cow when they weren't trying to brush against me for a cheap feel! No matter how hard I tried to cover them up they kept popping the buttons off my shirt and pushing it open! When the nurse woke me for breakfast I could hardly eat because of the combination of fear and anticipation I felt. I was just able to munch on a few bites of toast and some juice it was time to get my implants. I thought they were going to put me to sleep for the operation but instead they rubbed a liquid on my chest to numb it then gave me several injections to make sure I wouldn't feel anything as the doctor worked. As he worked the doctor repeated everything he had told me before about my breast size, sensitivity, and what I call care and upkeep. No a thirty six B cup would not look out of place on my frame. I'd have to be careful about bumping them or a week or so after which the pain would subside followed by pleasurable sensations under the right circumstances. No it would not be a good idea to go braless for at least several months. By the time he finished with me I was so lost in thought that a nurse had to tell me it was all over. Another milestone on the way to becoming a coed had passed, along with the gentle curves of my waist, hips, and butt I could now add breasts. A nurse held a mirror in position to let me get a look at my new chest and I was stunned to see two perfectly formed breasts rising gently from my chest, ending in nipples I had only seen in Playboy! "What do you think Miss Chandler," The doctor asked obviously proud of his work. "Uh they're nice, really nice," I muttered as I stared in the mirror. "It takes some getting used to," The nurse said as she lowered the mirror. "Quite a big change becoming a woman. Trust me though you're going to be beautiful. Some of the patients that we see will never look half as nice as you do. "Thanks," I smiled up at her. She was probably about thirty years and very nice to look at yet I noticed that I didn't seem to be looking at her with exactly the same feelings as I expected. Instead I noticed how she did her hair, her makeup, and wondered if I looked as good as she did! Back in my room the nurse helped me put on a bra and nightgown since it was a little painful lifting my arms. Once I had my breasts nestled in the cups the nurse fastened the hooks and adjusted the straps causing the bra to lift and support my breasts in a comfortable manner. The cool nylon nightgown felt so good against my skin after spending hours in the rough paper one the hospital made me wear for surgery. I laid back in my bed and fell fast asleep. When I woke up Candy was sitting next to the bed smiling at me. "Hi!" I said for some reason feeling quite perky. "Thanks for coming!" "You must have had a bad night, you've been out for hours!" I told her all about my dreams and how they had kept me up most of the night. "I feel better now though, that nap really helped!" "No nightmares I take it?" Candy grinned. "No, none at all!" I answered happily. "Thanks for asking though." "Judging from the look on your face as you slept you must have been having some great dreams!" I suddenly remembered just what it was I had dreamed about and began to blush. "Yeah, they were okay I suppose." "Come on," Chided Candy playfully. "Why are you blushing?" "I just reali