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BEING FOUND OUT BY STATS CHAPTER 1: Friday Afternoon I am a crossdresser. Have been since age eight when I found a pile of discarded female clothes in the attic. Now, at age 28, I shave my legs and arms, wear nail polish on my toes and female undergarments to work. I have a particular fetish for women's shoes and will occasionally slip a pair on while working at my desk in my office. I have grown a respectable ponytail over the years but there are three other guys in the company who also have long hair. Of course, two of them also have macho type mustaches. I tell everyone that I would love to grow a mustache but the one hundred and four hairs above my upper lip, I actually counted them, doesn't make any kind of mustache that will stand scrutiny. Don't know what else to tell about good ol' Dave except I am five six and one hundred and forty-three pounds with only my panties on. I have very few friends except at work. There, I have two buddies. My very closest friend is Stacey. Stacey is a soul mate. She can never fail to get my out of one of my mood swings with a "Hi ya Dave, would a roll in the hay with me put a smile on your sad face? What makes this particularly interesting, is that Stacey, or for that matter anyone on the face of the planet, has never rolled in the hay with me. Maybe that is what has built up our special relationship. Stacey knows she can trust me?I can't count the number of times I gave her encouragement and comfort in one of our apartments after she had just ended another brutal relationship with some slime ball who was only interested in another conquest. I am sure that we would bed if I asked her, or she asked me, but over the years - four years to be exact - I think we are both afraid it would impact our deep friendship for each other. Then there is Michelle. Michelle drips sex. She has to have one of the most feminine bodies I have ever seen, wears clothes that take full advantage of her generous female assets; enticing cleavage, tiny, tiny waist, classic female hips and a set of slender legs that stick provocatively out of her mini skirts. Michelle has perfected the art of wearing nothing and hiding everything. She and Stacey are close friends and Michelle, who prides herself in daily conquests, has never come on to me. I guess it is respect for Stacey and to some extent that I am not macho enough for her taste. Nevertheless the three of us always seem to have lunch together and spend time together, which, in retrospect, could best be described as three girls having fun. Yet, I just knew that Stacey and Michelle had no clue that I was transvestite. It is like, if it was important I would have told them years ago. To help conceal the fact, I had never gone shopping with either of them and had masterfully turned the conversation onto safe topics if it drifted onto a taboo area that might reveal my secret. I have several guy friends as well and I seem to balance my time with them so that to all concerned I am just a normal guy who happens to have a couple of really close female friends. Well, that changed. It all started, I found out this evening, when Michelle and Stacey walked into my office yesterday morning, Thursday, to tell me that one of the unmarried girls in the office, Anne, had just announced she was four months pregnant. I had heard the commotion outside but couldn't get myself out there. I was wearing my very favorite pair of shoes, velvet black, open toes, four inch high heels with ankle straps. My desk hid my secret attire quite well so I was not particularly concerned that I would be discovered. As the incident started with one of the other employees telling the poor girl that she was developing quite a tummy, it was not an intended disclosure. They both thought that it would be helpful if I could spend a few minutes with the poor girl who was now in the washroom crying her eyes out. What was unusual was that Michelle was wearing the very same shoes that I had on. All I could do was stare at her feet while they both babbled on that I was the only one who could help. When I finally looked up both were suddenly silent looking at me in shock. I knew that they knew that I had more than just a healthy male interest in Michelle's feet. Finally, Stacey said "well Dave, if you are really that taken with Michelle's shoes we will go out at lunch and help you buy a pair." I tried to hide it with a "Don't be ridiculous", go fetch Anne and I will have a talk with her" In the next thirty seconds I had my females shoes off and in my locked bottom drawer, some socks on, and my loafers on my feet. When the three of them reentered my room I emerged from behind my desk and made sure both Stacey and Michelle had a good look at my socks. As the two of them exited Michelle turned around to catch me staring at her shoes again and commented that one of my socks was inside out. I spent a half an hour with Anne and she left in good spirits, particularly as I told her to take the rest of the day off and I would talk with the staff on her behalf. I, however, was ready to take an overdose. I purposely didn't go to lunch with Stacey and Michelle. Spent time with the guys, something I very rarely did at lunch. That evening at home, I removed my female clothing, cleaned my nails, and took a macho shower. I packed all my female things in their boxes and put them in the very back of my closet. Somehow, I felt that if I removed it all from sight, I could make the incident go away. I was miserable, and I really didn't know what I was going to do the next day, which was a Friday. Get a short haircut? Arrange a date with one of the girls? Anne? Announce that I was going to grow a mustache? The next day was without incident. Michelle entered with one of her million dollar smiles to ask if she could borrow my car, as she had done dozens of times in the past. Later, Stacey slipped her head around the corner of my office door and asked if my boyfriends would let me have lunch with her. I replied only if she would drink beer, swear and fart. She laughed, said she would do her best, and disappeared. Michelle was still out doing errands so Stacey and I had lunch alone. We talked mostly about Anne. I had been able to convince Anne that none of the office thought any less of her because of her pregnancy. I reminded her that many women had decided to raise children on their own as they couldn't bear to spend time with some inconsiderate lout with major character flaws. Further I had explained that there will be so many occasions that she will be proud of her baby and be so happy that she brought this tiny soul into existence. Stacey finally said, "You know Dave, that is why both Michelle and I feel so fortunate to be your friend, you are one neat person." When I got back from lunch, Michelle was waiting for me with one of her winning smiles. She returned the keys and said that Stacey and her were going to have to use a conference room on another floor to organize a project for a client so they may be late for the Friday dinner and movie. We often celebrated the end of the week together this way. I didn't think much of it at the time. When I arrived at the restaurant the waiter told me that neither of the girls were there yet but I was to take a seat in a back booth, about as far from the few people who were in the restaurant as possible. I almost choked on my wine when Michelle walked to the table. She was wearing the black open toed shoes with the ankle strap and a black dress very similar to one I had in the box in my closet. Even her toenails were painted in my very favorite candy apple red color. As she reached the table she says, "You were so fascinated with my shoes yesterday that I decided to wear them again tonight. " I was just gaining my composure when Stacey walks toward the table wearing the very same outfit right down to candy apple red toenails. As she sits down, she says "Dave, you gave such a reaction to those shoes yesterday that I decided to buy a pair as well to see what all the fuss was about". With that she takes a package out of the shopping bag she has and puts it in front of me. "This is for you", she says with a smile that had affection written all over it. Stunned I open it and find another pair of the shoes in question and a note. To our dearest friend Dave, We had only seen the look you gave to Michelle's shoes yesterday a couple of times before, when a woman finds the perfect thing to wear. It became instantly clear to both of us that you were in love with female clothes. After we left the office we had recalled a number of incidents that had happened over the years and supported that you were a transvestite. At lunch today, while you were telling me about your gentle caring session with Anne, Michelle was searching through your apartment for evidence. We did not want to jeopardize our friendship having no evidence so support our theory. As you can imagine Michelle found plenty of evidence. So here are your shoes and I also have in my bag your underclothes, cosmetics and your black dress that is very similar to what we have on. When you have read this letter we shall adjourn to the ladies room to get you properly attired. Coincidentally, the movie "I Enjoy being a Girl" is playing across town and it seems to be ideal for three girl friends to see at your coming out party. Did you know that Michelle is bisexual? I have resisted her advances for two years, but now that I know that you are a girl as well, I think it is time we all get to know each other better?I can't believe how much this is turning me on. Your friend and future lover Stacey. P.S. After I am through with my two dearest friends they will have a new definition of "being turned on". Your secret admirer, Michelle. "Ladies, I have put an out of order sign on the ladies restroom as you asked, let me know when you are finished" said the waiter who was admiring the shoes on the table. CHAPTER 2: Friday p.m. It takes Stacey and Michelle less than a half an hour to make me more feminine than I ever had been in my life. I have my own cosmetics but it turns out most of it is the wrong color, wrong type or too old. We use the ample supply Stacey carries around in her enormous purse. They first attach false nails to my hands. My favorite candy apple red nail polish that they both are wearing is expertly applied to my new long fingernails and toenails. It is turning me on. I feel it is my duty to protest, but my mumbling become less and less audible as one or the other would shush shush me and give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. The next thing I know Michelle is at my eyebrows asking me to be still while hairs are flying everywhere. She keeps plucking away at them, and then with an "oh dear" announces to Stacey and me that she really didn't mean to get that carried away. The result, I have to admit, is absolutely stunning, they look exactly like Stacey's sculptured eyebrows, somewhat thick at the where they start above the nose, cresting to the middle of the eye and then tapering off in a feminine arch to each side. I will definitely need false eyebrows before I can show up for work on Monday morning. I don't know where the girls found the time to have done shopping that afternoon but the next thing I know Stacey pulls out a pair of artificial breasts. Before I can gather my thoughts she is spreading some glue on my chest, which has been devoid of hair for years. Meanwhile, Michelle is examining my corset. "I have never worn one of these myself", she announces, "it will be fun to see what we can do with it." As the laces are on the back, I had never been able to get my 32 inch waist tighter than 28 inches. I didn't realize but there are certain tricks that you use and before I have a chance to complain that I can't breath, Stacey grunts with satisfaction, "we now both have a twenty five inch waist". Michelle adds, "in a few weeks we should have you down to my 21 inch size." I am soon wearing my velvet open toed shoes and am looking at our six feet in identical stockings and shoes. There is a convention of candy red toenails on display. I know my shoes are a size 8. Michelle discloses she wears a size 7. Stacey informs us we can all borrow her shoes as she wears a 7 _. The whole thing is just too much for me and I swoon. Stacey is the one to catch me and brings me back to reality with a "Dave, we can't have any of that now." Michelle suddenly comes to life and says "Dave! That just isn't appropriate any longer. We need to name this creation after something special." A few names are thrown about but not grab my attention. Then Stacey says, "we have a real Trojan horse here, how about Helen as in Helen of Troy." Michelle says, "Helenamn as in 'Helen a man' would be more appropriate." We all finally agree to Helena. That is Helena like "hell lane a". Before I know it I was fully clothed in my black lingerie and dress. Michelle is styling my hair while Stacey is putting on the finishing touches to my makeup. Twenty-eight minutes after a man and two women got up from the back booth to go to the restroom; three undeniably beautiful ladies emerge from the lady's lounge. As I sit down, I have my first pangs of doubt. It shows on my face as suddenly the mood in the booth looses its glow. Stacey takes the long polished fingernails of my right hand in hers. I am forced to compare and can see little difference between our hands except hers are perceptibly more slender. "Look Helena, we are in this together, the three of us. Michelle and I are going to make sure you pull it off, so just relax and go with the flow." Michelle adds, "Smile for me Helena, you are incredibly beautiful when you smile" and on cue my spirits rise. Michelle, who is sitting opposite Stacey and I, takes over the conversation. "Made up and wearing almost the same dress, the two of you could pass as twin sisters. It is uncanny, I never realized how truly feminine your body is." Stacey adds, "well what do you expect, we have the same size boobs too." Then Michelle says that we have to something with my voice and asks for the letter they wrote. I give it to her. She looks at it and glances up to me. "Helena, do you trust me enough to let me hypnotize you?" I respond affirmatively. Michelle had told us a number of times she had learned how to hypnotize people at college when she was studying psychology. In fact, she and her sorority sisters used to do it frequently to each other so they could cram for exams. She starts to drone on about her experiences and the next thing I know she stops. O.K. Stacey, you read the letter she says. Stacey reads the letter displaying a great deal of body language and sensuality. She then has me read from the letter and it sounds and looks like an exact replay of what Stacey has just said. "Yes", Michelle says, with a mischievous grin, "You have both been under for about an half an hour. You both read the letter to our waiter, Sam, with his eyes closed. He could not tell which one of you was the girl." "What else did you do to us?" chimes in Stacey, "Am I going to be your sex slave tonight?" "Now why didn't you suggest that before I put you under? No, but I will say curiosity did get the better of me, and I asked you how you both felt about each other. You both admitted to being in love. I am surprised the either of you didn't confess up to it before now. But each of you admitted you were too afraid to spoil the special relationship you had build up over the years." I turn to Stacey, "I have been really foolish, I should have told you years ago how I felt". She kisses me affectionately and adds "I have been the foolish one, big sister". Even though I had spent snatches over the last twenty years in female clothes there were some very basic female mannerisms that have escaped me. All through dinner Stacey and Michelle had me practice how I hold my glass or cutlery, how I chew my food, how I sit, etc. As we leave, the three of us lock arms, me in the middle, and start off down the street. We are all walking the very same before we reach the end of the block. We stop at a convenience store and Stacey dares me to go in and buy some feminine napkins. I think the young clerk was going ask me out on a date, he was so interested in my body. I give him a good look at my posterior as I reach to the bottom shelf. I give him a special smile knowing he was going to have a fantasy about me that night. Not to be outdone, Michelle sets me out on my next task. The next thing I know I am in the perfume counter at a department store trying to find "my" scent. My eyes look up to a wall mirror as I sniff my fifth perfume and see my beautiful reflection. The girls have really done a job on me. Then I focus on my vanished eyebrows and again my mind turns to what am I going to do Monday morning. Stacey comes back with some drop earrings that are absolutely gorgeous. They try to talk me into getting my ears pierced but I just can not do it. Michelle offers all sorts of enticing rewards including showing up in the office Monday with her notorious red mini dress and nothing on underneath. That dress is a long time fantasy of mine. The dress shows off an ample cleavage like no other dress I have ever seen. It covers her upper thighs like a coat of paint. It so accents her tiny waist it should be banned from the office as immoral. I squirm, put my legs together to try to suppress a growing feeling down there and tell her I just couldn't do it. It is obvious I am in a great deal of trouble, so she gives me a peck on the cheek, and says, "No more needs to be said". I can't leave before we purchase a bottle of "Evolution". We agree the name and the scent suit me perfectly. For some reason, when they tease me to go into the salon and get my hair styled, I feel it was my turn to initiate a task. I surprise both of my friends, but especially myself, as I lead the parade into the salon.. My plan is to bow out if they can't take me right away. That excuse is blown out of the water as the hairdresser shows me to a seat. Before sitting I tell them I want to have my hair color changed to Stacey's beautiful deep auburn color, in non- permanent dye. The hairdresser feels the texture of my hair and replies, "no problem". I look at my two friends with a panic expression hoping they can get me out of this predicament. My so called friends seal my fate as they explain that I have been trying to do this for years and promised them that tonight was the night. Not leaving well enough alone, they then inquire about the differences of various hair treatments. I finally am able to convince the hair dresser that I need to go with the non-permanent treatment at this time with the promise that I would go the permanent route the next time if I really liked it. I hardly pay any attention to what is being done the following forty- five minutes at I try to figure how I was going to undo all the feminine changes in time for Monday morning appearance at the office. My alluring eyebrows, my beautiful auburn curly locks, my gorgeous breasts( I hope Stacey has the solvent), my sexy alto voice,?.. When she unveils the finished product I am dumbfounded. How could I ever go back to my original color again? Looking at the snippings on the floor I wonder if I can return to a masculine looking hair style without a further haircut? All three ladies assure me it will wash out in several shampoos and I picture my self up all Sunday night washing my hair. However, when Stacey steps beside me and I can see our combined reflections, we honest to god looked like sisters. I knew, then and there I would have to find some other way to prepare for Monday morning, the hair will stay untouched. Monday morning now was unimportant. I probably would have asked to have my ears pierced if my mouth could only have closed. By the time we leave the salon, I am certain there was no way they could make me more feminine. I should have known to keep my big mouth shut but I had to say it. I could see the wheels grind in the two girl's heads. Female pride was not going to let this challenge go unanswered. I was feeling very proud by the time we reached Michelle's car. As we all climb in to the front seat, me in the middle, so I could get a lesson in entering a car properly, a smile creeps across Stacey's face. Once in the car she rummages around her purse and pulls out her birth control pills. She plops one in her mouth, pulls me over and plants a big kiss on my mouth. In astonishment I open my mouth and the next thing I know the pill is half way down my throat. As I start to complain I find myself swallowing a second pill. Michelle says "I got a purse full of pills too, either you admit defeat or I will start feeding them to you until you have your period." I laugh. I manage to blurt out "Well you certainly have me on that one don't you" as a hot flash goes through my body. The plan is to catch the 9:30 feature of "I Enjoy being a Girl". It is now 8:25 and it will take us about 20 minutes to get to the theater. I wonder what mischief my two best friends are now dreaming up. As if my thoughts are broadcasted over some loud speaker, Stacey says that she has to go pee and why don't we stop off at the office on the way to the theater. Before I can open my mouth Michelle smiles at me and says it would be a great experience. I can't believe my ears, how much are these girls willing to risk exposing me to my co-workers? Before long, however, I am caught up in the intrigue as the girls plot responses to the various executives that they fantasize meeting while there. They have me use my pass card when we get to the office building. We sign in at the guard's desk with me as Michelle's guest. I could feel panic set in as the guard asks to see some identification. Michelle says in her sexiest voice that if he is going to give her a big hassle, then Helena could just wait in the lobby and drive him crazy. But after a twenty-second session with Michelle, the guard would have let Saddam Hussen in without identification. There are only five people on the floor. Unfortunately, one of them happens to be my boss, John. As he bumps into Stacey, he looks the three of us over, and asks us if we are the female version of the three musketeers, Remember, we are pretty well all dressed the same. Michelle says we all fell in love with the same shoes and the outfits just seem to match. Then Stacey boldly says "I don't think you have met my sister, Helena, from out of town." My boss takes my hand, and I force myself to look him square in the eyes, with as pleasant a smile as I could manage." The opportunity required me to say something, and I am choking big time. Finally, after a deathly long silence, I blurt out "I am so happy to meet Stacey and Michelle's boss. I was expecting a short evil dwarf from what they told me" accompanied by my best friendly smile. I wink just be sure my message is received correctly. He laughs and remarks; "the only thing evil here is the way you three beautiful women are enticing my night slaves away from their work. You must be referring to that short shy recluse they work for, Dave. Where are you beauties off to anyway?" Stacey tells him about the movie and we excuse ourselves. As I leave, I notice my boss is looking at me with a great deal of desire in his eyes, but certainly no hint of recognition. It takes me a good five minutes to stop shaking in the ladies room. Michelle threatens to go out and invite my boss to take us to the movie unless I get my act together. Before we know it the three of us are giggling like we are teenagers. We make it to the theater with 10 minutes to spare. I am elected to buy the tickets and popcorn. While waiting in the concession line they run into Anne. Anne was the one that unintentionally led up to my transvestite unveiling in the aftermath of her unplanned announcement of her pregnancy at the office. As I approached from behind, she is commenting that she is looking forward to meeting Stacey's sister. I hear just enough of the conversation to know what is up is another deception. It just isn't in me. I manage to avoid the trio and entered the theater after catching Stacey's eye. When they finally sit down beside me I tell them I want to leave, there are too many people who know us and I just can't carry on the charade any longer. I am very upset and have an uncontrollable urge to cry. The two of them try to calm me. Michelle looks me in the eye and says "Dave, get a control of yourself, you are causing a scene." But I had gone too far and tears are streaming down my cheeks. The theater isn't crowded but there are several people beside and in front of us that are looking our way. The countdown on the screen showed only three minutes until the movie starts. I was trying my best to make it to when the theater darkens but can't. I can only think that someone will get up and point to me with an accusing "That is a man". The hormones in the two birth control pills I swallowed are effecting me. A few more moments pass when someone taps me on the shoulder. I quickly turned around mid blubber and there was Anne seated behind me with a big sad look on her face. "Oh Dave", she said, "I hope this isn't because of me." My worst fears are realized. She recognizes me, but how? Reading my mind Anne whispers "You had me completely fooled until Michelle called you Dave." I quickly look around to see who else could hear us but no one is paying us the slightest attention. The movie is about to start and they asked Anne to sit beside me, Stacey moves to sit in the seat next to Michelle who is sitting next to me. While the advertising and next features were running Anne attempted to apologize over and over, commenting that there was no way she would have recognized me as I am stunningly beautiful. In the mean time she had taken the darkness of the theater to run her sensuous hands up and down my arm tracing out my long fingernails with her own beautiful fingertips. I can tell she is having a time trying to get her sexual fires under control. Meanwhile, Michelle sees what is happening and rubs my thighs with her hands telling me that she is so sorry and it is going to be all right. I move my left leg instinctively to the right and she takes the opportunity to rub her silky smooth leg against mine. The fire in my groin was fast removing my need to cry. Finally Anne takes my hand and slides it from her crotch to her tummy. "Now you don't want to upset the baby do you?" My body jerks uncontrollably as Michelle informs Stacey that I seem to have ejaculated and am now quite pacified. Stacey leans over Michelle to get her hands on my stocking legs in time to herald the last eruption. Smiling, she asks "Was it good for you too, sis?" Mercifully, the feature starts and they turn their attention from torturing me to the screen. The movie was very interesting. It involved a hermaphrodite, a person with both sex organs raised to his teens as a young man. He continues to get more and more aggressive as he tries to meet the expectations that family and friends heap on him. In one very emotional scene, he confides to one of his chum's mother that he really wants to be a girl. The mother senses the anguish in his voice and sets about to help him confront his parents and friends with his desires. After a great deal of drama, all are satisfied and his metamorphosis begins toward a stunning female. By the end of the movie it was obvious the choice was the right one. I felt I was ready to make the choice to become female right there on the spot. Anne parts with a peck on my cheek, says she will take my secret to her grave. She tells me again how much I look like Stacey's twin. Before I know it we are entering Michelle's apartment. As we enter, she suggests that Stacey and I use her bed. She says "I have a ragging headache and I am likely to be up for a couple of hours tending to it." She will sleep on the couch in the living room. I don't know what came over Stacey and me as we enter her bedroom. We are both consumed with desire. All I can think about is sex with Stacey. Without any explanations we are ripping at each other's clothes before we even reach Michelle's bed. Stacey is moaning as she smoothers me with her kisses. I am naked except for my corset, as neither of us has the dexterity in our sexual frenzy to remove it. Stacey is naked and already having an orgasm after less than a minute of kissing and fondling. We are like two animals possessed. I blurt out, "that she is my most precious friend and all I want is to make her feel loved and satisfy her desires." She responds that "She has waited two years for this night and hopes she can make it up to me by dawn"?.Thirty minutes later we were sufficiently settled from our sexual fury that Stacey was able to release me from the confines of my corset. The next thing we know we are in each other's arms pouring our feelings of affection to each other. The clock clicked over to three by the time we have shared a final orgasm together and fall asleep breast to breast. We simultaneously awake four hours later. We lay for ten minutes staring into each other; identical eyebrows, identical eye shadows, identical brown eyes, identical auburn hair?Suddenly, we both say at the same time in the same voice, "Michelle!" There was no doubt that she was the instigator of the performance last night that broke the ice. She must have done it while we were hypnotized. We both tipitoe out to the living room to see Michelle still asleep on the sofa, her breasts covered by her long dark hair peaking above the comforter. Stacey carefully brushes the hair off one nipple while I gently pull the comforter down to her knees. Stacey blows on one nipple that reacts immediately raising a good half-inch. Simultaneously I gently brush my lips against the light down on her stomach. She murmurs in her sleep and her legs fall open. Her beauty; the incredibly small waist, the ebony skin, the V of her pubic hair, the long slender legs mesmerize me. By the time I flick my tongue along her inner thighs, Stacey had both of her nipples quite wet and erect. She will awake any minute now. Stacey gives her a gentle kiss and slides to one ear. I hear her whisper; "you will wake up now and allow your sex slaves to bring you to the peak of pleasure." Before she can say anything Stacey has her tongue in Michelle's mouth while my tongue is busy at work on her clitoris. In less than a minute we have this beauty thrashing on the bed as orgasm after orgasm racks her body. I take the opportunity to slip my raging hard tool into her dripping pussy to take advantage of her gyrating hips.(She did imply she was on the pill.) Her legs lock behind my back making withdrawal utterly impossible. Her left hand reaches up to fondle my right breast and I see her right hand snake down toward Stacey's pussy. My right hand instinctively goes to Michelle's left breast while my left reaches under Stacey to capture her right breast. I can't help it but I squeeze their nipples for all I am worth as the three of us explode all at once. An hour later there isn't a climax left in any of us. We sit and talk. Michelle admits she gave us a hypnotic suggestion to make sure the ice was broken last night. She swears on her heart,----I just love the way she managed to touch both her nipples when she crossed her heart, her beautifully sculptured red nails leaving a faint mark,----that was except for my voice change and a suggestion that each of us will desperately need to fuck each other when she said the words "r??.headache" that there was no skullduggery. We decline her offer to give us a repeat experience. She then adds, "You know you can't make a person do anything under hypnosis that they really don't want to do." We agree a shower is in order. As you can imagine it takes us an extremely long time to shower, given the opportunity to explore each other's bodies to make sure each was squeaky clean. Forty minutes later we emerge from the cold water more tired than when we went in. In no time at all, the girls are dressed in some casual clothes and are lacing me in my corset. Michelle looks at me with a sly expression and finally says. "I think, Helena, you are obsessed with my red mini dress. The offer still stands, you get your ears pierced and I will wear it to the office Monday with no underwear. However, there is now an additional condition. You will have to wear it to the mall today, so we can all shop for your new wardrobe. I doubt that my matching red strap shoes will fit you, we can try. However, you should have no problem with Stacey's white pumps until we can find you a matching pair. The thought of wearing Michelle's red mini dress has me in a very aroused state. Stacey takes care of that little inconvenience while Michelle fetches her red mini-dress together with her red bra, panties, and hose. She even finds a red slip to cover the corset. In spite of my inner voices screaming at me to be sensible, I am powerless to refuse as Michelle is attaching the red hose to my corset garters and Stacey is feeding me my birth control pills for the day.. Chapter 3: Saturday p.m. I could just not believe I was sitting in the front seat of my car between these two gorgeous women on my way to a mall to buy clothes for my female wardrobe. What made it all the more incredible was that I was wearing Michelle's red mini dress. My artificial breasts were clamped together with Michelle's special red bra revealing an abundant amount of cleavage as I so often admired on her when she showed up at the office. As I looked down to a 24 inch waist ? the corset was as tight as the two girls could get it -, my broadened hips and the dress clinging to my thighs, there is a stirring in my crotch. My long red nails rested on each of my sheer red nylons pointing toward Michelle's red strap shoes announcing my red toenails. This was just too much. Stacey gently places her left hand over mine and asks me what I am thinking about. I comment that I really didn't think I would be able to get Michelle's size seven shoes on my size eight feet, but will just die when we reach the mall and I have to take them off. Michelle interrupts with "First stop will be to the shop I bought those to get you a proper size. Then it is off to have your ears pierced." I might be able to wear them while sitting but there is no way I could walk in the mall with them given the painful performance I displayed getting from Michelle's apartment to my car. Anyway, wearing Stacey's white pumps will be a turn-on in itself. We decide to go to a mall in the big city about 100 miles from us. Given the experience with Anne in the movie theater last night I really don't want to run into anyone else who would recognize Michelle and Stacey. There is no way they would recognize me, but the dress now, that is another matter. It is a good hour and a half drive to the mall at the big city. I start the conversation with "You both pretty well have complete information about my fantasy. What are your fantasies?" Michelle goes first. "I have always enjoyed convincing people to do things that they should do but were too hung up to go for it. I only wish I had the money to complete my psychology degree at college. I very much would enjoy hearing about people's hang-ups and being instrumental in helping them come to grips with them. Helena, once I realized that my very dear friend, Dave, led a closet existence, all I could think about was how could I help. I would not lend my favorite dress to another person on the face of the earth." "Was the performance this morning a therapy session?" I said with a smile on my face. "When you two woke me up, I thought I was still dreaming, I thought you would be too wrapped up in each other to be bothered with little ol' me. Stacey may not have had a lesbian experience until this morning but when she ran her tongue time and again over the ridges in the top of my mouth, I thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure" "Are we sure we want to talk about this while we are driving", Stacey says as she rubs her thighs together a couple of times. Michelle continues, "Then your sweet gentle gyrations slowly gravitating to my pleasure spot was too much. I thought you would never arrive where I wanted you and no matter how I twisted and turned I could not get you there any quicker than you wanted. By the time you reached home plate, I felt I had arrived from a journey that had taken me most of my life. What could I do, I would have stayed for that orgasm even if the building was as much on fire as I was. Then you stopped. I tried to yell for you to continue but Michelle had her tongue fully in the way. My hips had a life of their own in search of the great mouth of pleasure but it was nowhere to be found. Finally, as my desperation reached epic proportions you slide your wonderful tool into me, a sword finally finding its sheath. I gripped for all I was worth and locked my legs behind you to make sure you would not escape. I would have rather you pull an arm off of me than unplug my vagina." "I noticed", I reply, "If you had pressed any harder, I would have spent the weekend in your womb." I turn to Stacey and noticed she was in trouble, rubbing her legs together was not enough. "I think Stacey needs to be tended too" I whisper as she opens her legs for me to rub an incredibly wet pair of panties. "Just continue while I see what is bothering Stacey", I add while slowly sliding the red nails of my left hand up her inner thigh. Stacey is looking at me through glazed eyes and her mouth is partly open. She is panting. Michelle says, "that is unfair. How can I drive with all these smells and sounds bombarding me." Then, after giving us a side-glance to see if we were still listening she chuckles and continues "Once I realized that Stacey was determined to have a lesbian experience I decided it had to be memorable for her. So I take my right hand and gently explore each of her breasts. After her nipples are fully extended I see your hand come forward to milk one just like you were torturing me, so I decide to explore downwards, teasingly slow." Stacey interrupts with a long moan and her body shudders uncontrollably. Two of my fingers trace circles on her mound as she removes her obstructing panties. Michelle now continues but it sounds more like instructions than a recollection. "My fingers brush by her love button and I wait a few moments for her to consider whether it was deliberate or just an accident." I repeat the procedure on Stacey as her hips begin to piston. "After a meaningful pause while I rub a few other things, pull a few hairs, I then grab her clitoris between my finger and thumb and feel all around like I have never touched or seen one before." I imagine that this is the first time I have touched Stacey's crotch and repeat the instructions as close as possible. "I now realize that by pressing the button in and out, alternating with a slow circular movement from time to time, that I can get juices from below to lubricate my activities." Stacey's mouth is wide open as she spasms toward an orgasm with the force of a locomotive. "I now explore to find where all the wetness is coming from." My fingers trace the lips of her labia noting that they are completely soaked. "Oh," Michelle says with a look of wonderment on her face, "There is a hole there, let us go in to see what is inside." I follow her descriptions. "I can feel a protrusion like thing with a hole in the bottom," I say in a clinical tone of voice. Michelle responds "No, that is her cervix, there is no action there. Come forward a little bit. Careful now, curl your fingers up and gently rub up and down. Remember you have long nails now so be very gentle." Stacey explodes in my arms as Michelle adds "Oh damn, you found her G-spot already. That is too bad. We could have tortured her for a few minutes while we searched all the nooks and crannies for it. Well there is always next time". I give Stacey the most passionate kiss in my being. She responds with "Yes, that was exactly the way it happened ? far better than telephone sex. How much do we owe you for the session, Michelle? Helena, how did you go through that without getting aroused? I fully expect us to be so bonded together with our seatbelts we would have to call the AAA to get us uncoupled." "The way you ladies have me trussed up I am numb from the waist down. Besides all I could think about was that I would make a mess of Michelle's dress. But I was with you in spirit." "You mess up my dress and I will detach your 'messer' from your body and it will be classified as a road kill by the time I am through with it. O.K., that is my story. Time for Stacey to say something if she didn't damage her mind with that last orgasm" Stacey hugs my arm as she starts. "Until last night I really didn't have any ambitions. To be honest, I was frustrated with my job, my family, the men in my life, my life in general. I guess I was waiting for something to happen. You guys have been the only stable factor in this poor girl's life. I was terrified to change my relationship with you two, feeling if you left I would have nothing. Today, I am truly a new person. Now that I think about it I want to spend the rest of my life with you two. Dave, I want to marry, have your children, and nurse them and you until I start to moo. Your words to Anne about precious little lives and being proud of them has just now reached home. Holy cow, did that really come from me?" Stacey adds, "Which one of you is going to wear the wedding gown?" I respond, "Maybe we could have a three way ceremony- we really looked sharp when we dressed as a team last night. If not, I'll fight you for who gets to wear this dress at the wedding." "We could have a contest to see who gets the most male guests to orgasm, the bride, the groom, or maid of honor," offers Stacey but to be fair we will have to take turns at each. We are all laughing. I give Michelle a loving kiss. "I don't know how this will work out but I am in love with you too." Stacey adds "Me too, Michelle." There are tears forming in Michelle's eyes as she turns into the mall parking lot. Stacey consoles her after we change places so I can put on Stacey's white pumps for our trip out to the mall. "Wait a minute gang. I am serious. Stacey, did you just say you want to marry me?" She meekly replies "Yes, Dave." "What about my fetish, I really don't know where this is taking me at the moment. I have never been more content about who I am than right now. What if I decide I want to live as a woman the rest of my life." "Dave, it really doesn't matter except I would like to have your children before any decision you make to remove that possibility. Dave, simply put, I am madly in love with you?" "Wow! Stacey, I want to spend the rest of my days with you, will you marry me?" "Yes, Dave or Helena or whoever you are" "Congratulations, you two," says Michelle. "We will need to spend some time at the bridal shop as well." "Hold on there Michelle," I say, "you are not off the hook yet. Michelle, are you in love with me?" "How can you ask me that in the same breath that you propose to Stacey?" "I didn't ask you if you had any questions, I simply asked you if you were in love with me?" Michelle was silent for a long while, then she starts to cry. "I ask you again, are you in love with me?" "Yes, Dave, I have been in love with you for a couple of months." "I am in love with you too. That you have a gorgeous body, is a given. But your concern, your gentleness, you sense of humor, your affection for Stacey, your beautiful personality, these are all the reasons I am deeply in love with you. Will you marry me?" "How can I say yes, you and Stacey have just said yes." "If I had asked you first, would you have said yes?" "Yes" I don't know how things got this way but I noticed that in addition to Stacey and I looking like twin sisters, I seem to have bonded with her in a way that we both followed the same thought processes. It was quite expected when Stacey takes Michelle's hand and says, "Michelle, we both love you, and I am completely under your spell as well. The three of us fit together so perfectly. Without you there will be a void that we could never fill. Will you marry me?" "But that is impossible", Michelle replies. "Forget what anyone thinks. We have persuaded Helena to do things that she wants to do that are quite impossible. Look at her glow. Is it not the right thing? If you were alone with me in a foreign city where female marriages were common, would you marry me? "Yes, without hesitation." "Well," Stacey concludes, "we have a real problem here. The three of us want a marriage relationship and to spend the rest of our lives together, but we don't have a socially acceptable way of doing that. The problem is the rest of the world, not us. So leave it to me. I predict that by the end of the year, nine months from now that: Helena will be in the middle of hormone treatment to acquire her own breasts and female figure. But she will decide that she wants to keep that wonderful thing between her legs. Shy reclusive Dave will quit his job and vibrant sexy Helena will go into sales. I will be pleasantly bloated with Dave's child. I will be content with my job, actually Dave's current job, learning how to administer a small firm.. Michelle will be in college completing her psychology degree. And, the three of us will be married under some jurisdiction. That is the game plan, folks, do I hear any discussion on the issue." "None. Do I hear a second to the motion to adopt the game plan" "I second the motion", responds Michelle. "Any objections? No, motion carried. O.K. now that we have that out of the way let us get back to the care free shopping trip we promised Helena." I never realized what a natural leader Stacey was. Here we had gotten ourselves all serious with major decisions in our life that did not conform to any social norm I was aware of and wham the next thing I know, everything has been taken care of and there is nothing important in my life but trying on shoes. The Mall Both Stacey and Michelle wore casual yet dressy attire. The three of us looked compatibly dressed but they had dressed down in order that I would stand out. I could tell, it was I in the notorious red mini dress that captured every male eye as we walked side by side. I kept getting hints from both sides to ignore the stares. "Just pretend you are in a snow suit so surely no one is looking at you." Reaches me in a whisper. I am certain; not a single person who walked passed me didn't stare at my breasts. I was curious and asked Stacey if my hind end swayed at all. "Like a lantern on a ship in a gale" she replied. The first stop was the shoe store where Michelle had bought her shoes a few months back. She tells the sales lady that she remembered trying on a pair of shoes a while back that had three inch heels, had a series of several straps all about a quarter inch wide. The lady pointed out a pair on display in black. Then Michelle says, "Helena, I was right this is where I saw those shoes, come over here." And to the lady "we are looking for them in red". "Obviously to match that beautiful dress" she says and after getting my size she disappears into the back. Like any good salesperson, she returns not only with the shoes but also with a couple of others to try on. I am certain she is turned on by my profile and spends just a little too long holding my nyloned legs while fitting the shoes. I am instructed to walk and show them off. I pose as I have been tutored. The look I already knew but the feel, oh the feel, these were my shoes. It sure beat those sessions I had as Dave where I would try to explain that I was shopping for my wife, girlfriend, sister, or whoever else sprung into my guilty mind. I try on the other pairs, chosen to support the proposition that red strap shoes were made just for me. I tell her we will take them but my two compatriots decide that I have not spent enough time in this store. "Don't you also need to replace the brown shoes with the badly damaged heel?" says Stacey all concerned. Michelle adds, "you should replace them with a nice tan shoe." Between the three of us, we try on fifteen pairs of shoes before they declare that there nothing in the store that we can't live without. Outside, I ask them why Stacey didn't buy those brown pumps that looked absolutely adorable on her or why they didn't let me get the elegant tan shoes that made my feet look incredibly narrow. Michelle gives me a lesson in female logic by simply replying, "because we don't know what the other stores have." The next stop is the earring shop. I know I am going to have my ears pierced, there is no doubt about it. However, the back of mind is still rebelling. It is one more nail in Dave's coffin. A faint image crosses my mind, me standing in front of the mirror on Monday morning with panic written all over my face. I am still trying to think of some way to say I change my mind when the needle goes through my left ear. I am just about to suggest that I should try only one ear at this time when the needle goes through my other ear. The studs are inserted and we buy a nondescript set of zircon earrings. I can't tear my eyes off of my new red shoes and I say over and over to myself, I don't think I will ever take these off, my feet are works of art. I am so wrapped up with my feet that the girls watch me sway ahead giggling at their new creation. About ten feet after I turn a corner I bump into this man, and I hear "New shoes, Stacey! They are stunning." I look up at my co- worker and gasp "Bob!!". He continues with "I see Michelle has let you wear her red dress?" and stops to stare at Michelle and Stacey who now comes into view behind me and simultaneously yell, "BOB." I realize we have blown my cover as Stacey's sister has never met Bob. I start to get dizzy and feel myself sway. Bob's wife, Kathy, who is next to Bob, catches me. Not knowing what is going on she insists we all go over to the coffee shop so this poor girl can recover. In 30 minutes over coffee we get our story out to Bob and his wife. There is no way we can cover up this situation, so we decide we have to tell the truth. At the end Bob just shakes his head in disbelief. Kathy says, "There is no way I can believe you are a man, Helena. I am so unbelievably turned on to this, where can I get a cleavage like that? Bob, I think we are going to have to go right home. Are there any motels on the way?" Turning to him she adds "Would you do this for me, Bob?" "Kathy, you know I would do anything for you but I can assure you, you would not be turned on even if I had a entire studio makeup team work on me for a week." He continues, "Dave, the only way people will not notice the changes on Monday morning is if you show up as Stacey. But Stacey, I don't think you will make a passable Dave. How are you going to undo your changes? "I don't really know, Bob. I can tell you though I feel more natural like this than I ever felt as Dave" "I can see that Dave?..Helena, you are vibrant, the shine in your eyes tell me everything. It is as if you have had a personality transplant. Thank God, it was me and not Russ or Jim who saw you. Your identity would be known in several states by now. Dave, you have to come to grips with what you want to do. If I were in your shoes, now settle down Kathy, I would talk to our boss ? I don't know how John will react but I don't think you have any choice. Anyway, for what it is worth this chance encounter never took place as far as I am concerned. We have to go before Kathy rapes me on the floor right here." After they leave Stacey goes to get us a coffee refill. I am gloomy. Michelle kisses me on the back of my hand and tells me we have another ally in Dave, it he survives to Monday morning with what Kathy has in store for him. She tells me she is proud of me. She then lifts my chin and tells me to smile. I try my best but I need more than just a kiss to get me out of my cellar. The only thing that gave us away is that Bob thought you were Stacey. You have to admit your own mother would not recognize you. So then, what is your problem?" I tell her "I am scared. One moment I am so happy being a beautiful female. But every where we go people find out I am really Dave because of some mistake that has been made. I am terrified of what will happen Monday morning. I am afraid that you will lose interest in me. Stacey will decide she really doesn't want a chick with a dick. You will grow bored with me. My mother will feel shame for me. My sister will scorn me. The other guys at the office will pity me as if I were something less than human. The girls in the office will feel I am nothing more than someone to talk about behind my back. I will be destitute. I will lose this beautiful body. I will grow old alone." "We will never leave you Helena.," Michelle says. "Believe in Stacey's Plan. It gives each of us what we want. It is the only way the three of us can be full-time friends and lovers. Our three minds can conquer anything. Tell me what is the most urgent problem you have?" "Showing up for work on Monday morning without attracting attention." "O.K.", she says, "that will be our sole topic on the way home. It will be solved before we arrive at my apartment so we can have a carefree Saturday evening on the town and a quite Sunday fucking each other into oblivion." I suddenly feel better. "Can we skip Saturday and just go straight to the Sunday agenda when we get home," Stacey comments as she deposits three cappuccinos on the table. "What is on our schedule for the rest of the evening?" "Well," Michelle muses, "I thing our sex goddess here needs lingerie, sleep wear, another pair of shoes, casual wear, and some cosmetics. I think we should postpone the engagement ring shopping until another time." I add, "Don't forget a trip to the powder room." My time sitting on the john in the ladies room is the first time I have been away from Stacey and Michelle. I reflect on what has been said. Michelle is right. Stacey's plan is better by a mile than any other alternatives I can think up. We need to concentrate on one problem at a time if we are to come up with solutions. I would rather be here with them now than any of the boring 1,000 weekends since I was first aware of my feminine side. They both are in love with me and I am in love with them. If we stick together and help each other our bonds will only grow. I glide back to the table fully aware of the alarms going off all around me, not so much because of my breath-taking dress and shoes but because of the female body language that radiates from my being. I am a girl with a posture and a purpose. That purpose is to make every moment I live the most spectacular I can imagine. "Ladies, every man in this mall needs to have a fantasy tonight, and it is not only our duty, but our contribution on behalf of the female sex to give each something to remember us by. Lead on to the lingerie department Stacey, lets see how many males we can put in head braces." I now have no concerns. If I have to show up Monday morning in a skirt and blouse it will be because that was the best solution we could come up with. I know I am going to show up Monday morning because Michelle will be there in this very dress, her cleavage just like mine and her derriere swinging just as wildly as mine. However, she won't have any underwear on. As we pass one of those photo booths, I summon the other two girls. "We need a couple of pictures to document the genesis of our path of male destruction at this mall." Every shop and every article is blazed in my memory. I can not remember when I have been so excited about clothes. There was one dress I just fell in love with. The girls looked at each other and said that it would only be suitable for wearing to an office. I knew that, but I just had to have it. Let me describe it for you. It was purple of all colors. A fine knit that started with a sweater like high collar that gave the illusion of a thin neck. My breasts were prominent, it fitted perfectly hugging my chest, waist and hips to give each a smooth accented line. My arms looked thin in the long sleeves. It shaped my butt and thighs into the most feminine form I could imagine. I had Stacey try it on, it looked devastatingly sumptuous on her, and she knew it. There was no doubt in my mind she would be borrowing my power dress. We found a pair of reddish purple pumps and a matching handbag after a mere hour and a half of shopping. We make three trips back to my car. Two were to unload packages and one was to give Michelle a quick fix when I got a little too carried away in modeling some rather sexy sleepwear at Fantasy Wares. Stacey graciously offered to do the messy part of bringing Michelle to the crest while I merely whispered interesting suggestions in her ear and confirmed Stacey's count of 16 ridges on the top of her mouth. We didn't worry about being seen as it was quite dark outside and there were no cars within a 100 feet of us. It was a good thing, as the sounds of her ecstasy carried at least that far. Chapter 4: Sunday a.m. We closed the mall. During a very late light dinner we decide that all that is left in us is a drive back home. We agree we will go to my apartment so we can rearrange my wardrobe with the new purchases. I am elected to drive us back and Stacey slips me her driving license. Should we be pulled over I am Stacey Peters. That was really a turn on, I squeeze my legs together the way I have seen my two attractive companions do to relieve tension. Michelle notices the reflex and tells me to be careful as I might damage my goods doing that. I certainly could pass for the photo on her driver's license. Stacey and I are the same height, 5 feet six inches but there is no way that she is 25 pounds lighter than I am. "Stacey, what does this 120 number in the box marked weight mean?" "I put that down last September after dieting the entire summer so I could wear a bikini. If I take off the customary fifteen pounds allowed by the guild of females then I can quite comfortably use that figure. In your case you would use 130 pounds." For some reason it makes perfect good sense to me. I try to close the subject with "Boy, there are a lot of nuances to being a female, how am I going to remember them all?" As usual, Michelle gets the last word with "Darling, maybe another birth control pill will help improve your female memory." We have just started out when Stacey starts a game of "switched identities." Pretending that I am Stacey she says, "Tell me Stacey, how are you going to help your dearest friends, Michelle and Helena, get a sexual release?" After a moment to gather my thoughts I start with. "Helena, I sure hope that you enjoyed that shopping spree as much as your body language revealed. Did you get a look at all those guys gawking at you? Not one had any idea you were a male even though you tented in your panties a couple of times. I imagine you really need to relieve all that sexual tension. It can't do it for you, dear. I am driving. What about Michelle, maybe you can arouse yourself playing with her while she is asleep. Don't be bashful, I will help you. Reach up and massage her breasts. That's it. No, don't waken her." Playing the part, Michelle has her eyes closed and her head on my shoulder leaving the rest of her body turned toward Helena. Finding both nipples she milks them gently through Michelle's blouse. Suddenly she replies, "Oh what have I done, there is some milk coming out of them," I tell her to reach under Michelle's blouse to unsnap the clasp between Michelle's breasts and raise her blouse and nursing bra over her breasts. Instantly, she is sucking first one and then the other of Michelle's magnificent breasts. "Make sure you get all the milk out Helena. If she wakens and finds she has milk stains on her blouse she will stuff your tool in the cigarette lighter. Don't wake her." Helena is noisily sucking, making all sorts of wet sounds. She massages each breast to make sure all the milk is withdrawn. Michelle's breath has quickened and she squirms a bit in spite of her best efforts. Helena sits up and draws her forearm across her mouth, reporting to me that this has been accomplished, I tell her to do up Michelle's bra and pull down her blouse amid a barely audible "Awww" from Michelle. I now whisper "Helena, is Michelle still asleep?" She nods her head. I suggest to her that the poor dear must have been really exhausted. If Helena really must have relief she is going to have to masturbate until Michelle wakens. She can get in the mood by caressing Michelle's inner thighs but she should not venture into her panties until Michelle says it is O.K. Helena takes off her panties and starts moving one hand back and forth in her crotch. The other hand is busy, tracing lazy circles on Michelle's inner thighs. Helena starts to breathe heavy and says this is not working she needs someone else to work her sex. She starts to squirm and finds Michelle's right hand. She puts Michelle's fingers on her clitoris and begs her to please wake up. Michelle, who is breathing somewhat heavier now shifts position and by raising her tummy in exaggerated breaths, slides her hand back and forth against Helena. This seems to have met Helena's immediate needs. After a few minutes she explores up Michelle's legs to find that her panties are soaking. Michelle can no longer feign sleep. She wakens and asks Helena what has he done to her. She is no longer in control of her body. Helena lustily grabs Michelle and deep kisses her while pushing her love button in and out. Suddenly, Michelle has her panties off. I can't take any more of this as I am incredibly turned on. . I pull over and get out of the car to clear my mind leaving the two ladies more room to maneuver. I hear two very vocal orgasms take place as a pair of flashing blue lights appear about 100 yards down the road. In a few moments, the squad car comes to a halt beside me as I manage to put about 30 feet between my car and me. The officer, who is incredibly young, gets out. "Good Evening, Mam. Are you having car trouble? The last twenty seconds has me in an absolute panic. What am I to do? I am sure that Michelle and Stacey have not regained their composure. This has to be my best performance as a female to pull it off. "Oh, Officer," I cry. "The most terrible thing has happened. A deer had bolted out in front of me and just know I hit it." I start to cry. "It is in the bushes dying all because of