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SRU: To What Degree Do You Care? By: Emily K. Bryant [email protected] Copyright 1999 Any similarity in names or places mentioned in this story to actual real people or places is purely coincidence. This is a work of fiction. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it. This story may be archived, with the authors prior permission, on free, no charge sites. You may contact me at the above internet address with any questions or concerns about this story. I've tried to keep this first story clear of things that may make it indecent, but to be on the safe side . . . Any persons under legal age need to seek permission from their parent or guardian to continue as this story contains material of an adult nature. The story line deals with sexual subjects and should only be read by people with an open mind. If you are unsure or have doubts about what your feelings may be, please stop and move on to something else less challenging. Chapter 1 - Demeanor "Victor Williams, I'd like you to meet Jolene. Jolene, this is Vick. Vick is a sophomore transfer student from our sister community college up state." The woman speaking turned back towards the thinly built young man. "Now Vick, Jolene works in the student registration office. She'll help you get squared away with your class sign ups and direct you to the proper fraternity information and sign up offices. When you're all done here, be sure to stop by my office and I'll take you around the campus. We can then have lunch in the cafeteria and you can catch me up with all that's going on with your folks." As the woman turned to go she added, "I'm so glad you decided to finally join our college. I just can't understand why you waited so long. Your parents must be extremely happy." "Yes, yes they are." Responded the student, trying to sound like he meant it. "And thank you for all your help Mrs. Edwards." Secretly he thought, 'Better be nice to this lady. She might be reporting to my folks about me during my stay at this new college. Without any money or way of earning it, I have to watch out and not step on any toes around here. No sense in jumping off of the gravy train if they were willing to let me ride it, even if I don't have a choice in school accommodations'. Mrs. Edwards, who was the secretary to the Dean of Admissions, had been a close friend of Vick's parents for as long as he could remember. The brown haired student had turned down her initial offer to come to States College after high school in favor of attending a junior 'community' college. He'd disappointed his parents who were both alumni, their friends and just about everyone else with that decision. Coming from a well to do family wasn't always as pleasant as it is made out to be. Registration was as bad as he'd heard it was from friends that had graduated with him last year and went straight to college. Endless waiting around or standing in line followed by ten minutes of fast decisions based on what classes were still left over from the upper classmen. It was nice having all the different courses to choose from, but not all were available to peons like him and the 200 other freshmen. Because there was more than one registration line, you were competing for what was left with the other five lines of freshmen and the hidden 'line' of paperwork that consisted of upper class transfers. In addition to that, he was at a disadvantage from the start by having a last name near the end of the alphabet. The system seemed designed for the life time student that never quit college, but transferred from study to study, getting first shot at what ever appealed to him. This was why community college looked so good. Fewer people, similar courses. As it turned out the courses that were available weren't that appealing. "It's designed this way so you young kids will get a more broader background than you would pick for yourselves." Came the reply, from the male clerk behind the desk, in response to his questioning the process. "That would be great for those people that have a narrow direction." quipped Vick, "But I don't have a direction and would still like to have a little more say in how broad my background education is to be." "Oh stop fretting kid, after this quarter the process will be much easier for you. Just have some patience and go with the flow. Now if you look at this print out, we were able to get you into one of your course requests, Biology 201. But I'm afraid that was it. You'll have to pick another Social Science course and another English/Literature course. Here's a list of what's not booked for those two departments. Please pick one from each and give me the course number so I can sign you up. Oh, and remember, space is on a first come first served bases, so be quick about it." Christ, talk about pressure, as he glanced at the list. There wasn't much to choose from. Under the Social Science department there were three courses: ** Human Interactions: A study on behavioral differences ** Welfare Society: The struggle to survive in a third world lifestyle ** Women's Studies: Understanding the changing role in today's society The only course listed for the English/Literature department was about Group Communications. 'Some choice in the matter', he thought sarcastically. "Well I guess I'll go with the Welfare course, I just might end up there one day and maybe this will help cope." He wished he wouldn't be even as he joked about not being there. "I can't seem to read the course number though. Looks like you folks need a new ink cartridge for the printer." "Tell you what," came back the clerk, "We'll put in a search wildcard and it will come up with the first available "w" in the list and that will be your class. Seeing that the course you want is the first "w" there should be no problem. Is that O.K. with you?" "Yeah, sure, not that it really matters. For the English/Literature department I'll take the only one left, Group Communications." The clerk finished doing the data entry and handed Vick back a receipt with his student number. There were instructions that the schedules would be ready for pick up at the end of the day. "Just show this to the main registration desk and they'll give you your schedule. Goodbye and have a great school year." With that he was off to track down Mrs. Edwards for the tour and lunch. It's amazing how standing around for four hours doing nothing but waiting in line could make you so hungry. As Mrs. Edwards showed him around the campus his thought began to wander back to what brought him here in the first place. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have any clear idea just what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. This always bothered Vick. He could remember that as early as his junior high school days, other kids were planning out their future. Even those kids that didn't know what to do that early had some sort of idea in their junior or senior year of high school. Not Vick. Nothing really appealed to him. He wasn't lazy by any means. Always more than willing to work or help someone out if they needed it. It was the thought that getting a job and working for 40 hours a week for 30 plus years at the same thing you may not enjoy was a daunting vision. He wanted to play the field as it were by taking several, different job orientated courses that were offered at the community college level. Votech was the politically correct term they used these days. But, as his parents were the ones footing the tuition bill, he could only get away with avoiding the four-year college for a year. His folks were also pushing him to join a fraternity, as they felt this was an important part of their college days and should be a part of his. They even went so far as to say it would give him better ideas of what jobs are out there by seeing the other students direction. Didn't help in high school, why would it all of a sudden work now? Having eventually lost the battle over which school to attend, Vick was only too happy to learn that he didn't need to pick a major just yet. He was barely able to register for any courses at all let alone pick a direction to study. With luck he thought, may be I can even postpone this career thing through next year. God willing. During lunch Mrs. Edwards pressed him for his plans on living arrangements. Mind you though that she did every once in a while, bring up questions about his parents. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she seemed to have an overly excessive amount of interest in his life. "Well now Vick, what are your plans for living arrangements? Mrs. Edwards inquired. "I guess I hadn't really thought too much about it. I figured I'd be attending school at another campus and still living out of my folk's house for a while longer. They sort of want me to pledge a house on campus, but I wouldn't know the first thing about how to do it. Even if I wanted to join. I've never been too much of the social type and I don't want to spend my college days flat out drunk. I may not know exactly what I want to do but I know what I don't want. It's probably too late to join up anyway, right? He quizzically asked hoping he was indeed right. A dorm room all to his self looked like a good thing. "Son, when you get to be in my position at a large college, there is no such thing as too late for anything. As a special favor to you and your folks, I can get you set up in a nice house. They are generally a restrained bunch of kids that want to graduate as much as the next person. They happen to be throwing a pledge party tonight and I will have them put you on their list of this year's pledges." "But Mrs. Edwards . . . " "Now honey, don't thank me all at once. There's no need to feel uncomfortable. I know you're new here and don't know anybody. As another favor to you I have scheduled my day to be able to walk you over there now and make introductions." "That's nice of you to do but . . ." "There you go again. Not another word about it you hear? As I've said, I'm so glad to have the child of my dearest friends finally attending my college. Oh the courses you'll take and the activities you'll be involved in." Mrs. Edwards's thoughts began to trail off. Her newest pupil was going to be so happy here. There's nothing like setting a young mind on the right path of life. It's times like these that reminded her of why she went into education at all. Vick's thoughts were similar to that of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He knew that this wasn't going to be good, but damned if could tear him self away from it all. Chapter 2 - Indications The Fraternity house was a few blocks away from the main campus. The path they took led them through the garden and past the water fountain that together marked the entrance to the center for higher learning. The house looked much like all the other houses you would ever find on Greek row. An off white, two story home with columns supporting an upper deck with several gables surrounding the upper story. Making their way up the front stairs to the porch, Vick idly wondered what these walls would say if they could talk. Fraternities were always the victims of wild stories and crazy adventures. Mrs. Edwards rang the doorbell and was greeted by one of the house members. "Mrs. Edwards, how good to see you today. My you look lovely in that beautiful dress. What pray tell brings you 'round to our humble abode?" Psychiatrists have this test that involves looking at inkblots and telling them the first thing comes to your mind. In this case the ink blot answered the door and the first thing that came to Vick's mind was 'Eddie Hascal'. No wonder Mrs. Edwards thought that these boys were all upstanding and dedicated students. As Vick looked at Mrs. Edwards he could see her actually blush and become somewhat flustered. 'Jeez', thought Vick, 'she's actually buying this yard of crap'. "Well Johnny, I'm here to introduce you to Vick Williams, a transfer student from a junior college. His family are good friends of mine and I'm taking him under my wing to ensure he gets treated fairly. Vick is looking to join a fraternity and I think he would make a great addition to your fraternity. Now Vick, you listen to Johnny here and he'll set you up with a room and get you acquainted with the rest of the house members. Well I can't dilly dally around all day. Things to do people to meet, places to go. I'll look in on you in a couple of days Vick. Bye now. Give your folks my kindest regards it you get to talk to them before I do." She paused and then dug something out of her pocket. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here is your class schedule. Let's see what you got." Mrs. Edwards then proceeded to open up his mail. Looks like you got some nice courses." She commented while glancing over the paper. "Well here you go, I'm off to work now. Bye, bye." And with that she was off. Vick looked down at the piece of paper that Mrs. Edwards handed him. His mouth opened as if to say something but nothing came out. Finally the vocal cords caught up with the rest of him. "I can't believe this! Of all the dumb stinking luck. This is exactly why I didn't want to go to a major school. Christ, now what the heck am I supposed to do?" "What seems to be the problem sport?" asked Johnny. "This is the problem." He responded as he handed Johnny his schedule. Johnny glanced at the paper and chuckled aloud. "Oh this is great. No, this is better than great. This is fabulous." On the paper were listed three course assignments for Vick Williams, they were; Biology 101, Group Communications and, Women's Studies. "What so great about being stuck with 'Women Studies' as a course assignment?" asked Vick with a touch of sarcasm. "Well for you, nothing, but for the rest of us this is gonna be a hoot. Man I'm glad I'm not you for this quarter. When I tell the other guys about this they're gonna flip. If I were you though, I wouldn't try to use that line about taking the course to try and get into girls' pants. It's not that kind of group or atmosphere." "Gee, thanks for the advice." Came the retort but without any enthusiasm to back it up. "Alright kid, looks like we're stuck with you. Come on in, let me show you a room." Johnny then led him to an upstairs bedroom in the back of the house. Upon entering the room Vick had another one of those Rorschach moments. "Has anyone notified FEMA of the conditions of this room. I'm sure they would be more than willing to grant a couple of thousand dollars of disaster relief aid to get this place fixed up again." "Watch it smart mouth," came Johnny's reply. "We haven't had any takers on the maid job we posted in the newspaper for the last few weeks. Seems that anyone qualified to do the job is also smart enough not to do it here in a frat house. Besides, you're here, and it's all we got. Take it or leave it and you can then be the one to let Mrs. Edwards down, not me." "Alright, I'm sorry. I know you guys didn't have much of a choice," He apologized, trying to not get into trouble on his first day. "I really appreciate this. Just trying to be funny that's all." "Well it was funny, but you're too new for it be real funny, got it?" Vick nodded that indeed he did get it. Just because he had an administrator on his side didn't mean that had carte blanche to act as he felt. "Alright 'plebe', you still have to go through the rest of 'hell week' with the other pledges. Unfortunately for us, today is the last day. All you have to look forward to is tonight's costume slash toga party. A word to the wise though. Seeing as you haven't had as much opportunity to prove your worthiness to the brothers, you'll likely get double doses tonight. Be careful and suck up in as many ways as possible. As of now you're on the clock so to speak. GOT THAT YOU LITTLE PLEBE?!" Vick was taken aback by the abrupt change in Johnny's voice and attitude. "Uh . . . yeah . . . I guess." "THAT'S YES SIR TO YOU PLEBE!" Johnny barked right on the heels of Vick's stammering confused reply. "Uh, yes sir." He attempted again. "I'M SORRY, WHAT!" "YES SIR!" The picture was starting to form. "That's better, now the unfortunate part for you in all this is that in order to pass the final hazing you have to be in costume or you can kiss it all goodbye. Even Mrs. Edwards will back us up on your lack of participation. We also don't take kindly to being shown up, so you better not skip out. If you think I'm being a hard case now, just wait to see what happens if I end up looking like a fool in front of Mrs. Edwards." As Vick turned to go, he was startled once again. "PLEBE!" Johnny shouted in his ear. "YES SIR!" "I don't recall giving you permission to go just yet PLEBE!" "SORRY SIR! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN SIR!" "Very well. Since you're new I'll let this one pass." A smirk came to Johnny's face. "Oh and by the way what makes this unfortunate for you is that every frat and sorority house is throwing the same kind of party today." He began to laugh at this point. "The chances of you finding anything decent to wear for tonight are pretty slim. See you in a couple of hours plebe. Now get lost." "YES SIR!" With that Vick turned and headed out as quick as he could. Two things went through Vick's mind as he scurried out of the house, first: 'I'm not even here one day and I'm already on someone's black list and I have to live with him as well'. The second: 'Mrs. Edwards had better have a costume store in her office because she had gotten him into this mess and she was going to get him out'. "Let's see", talking to himself while crossing the court yard of the campus, "What could I go as tonight? I guess I could be monster of some sort. A mummy? Go as Dracula? The creature from the black lagoon? No, those will be all gone by now most likely. I could be a super hero or something like that." A pause in the thoughts, "What the heck am I thinking, beggars can't be choosers at this time. I just hope they even have any costumes left." Standing in the Assistant Deans office, Vick was explaining his predicament. "So you see Mrs. Edwards, I need a costume for tonight or I am out of luck. Johnny said that it was required of everyone, he even mentioned that all the stores are sold out of costumes." His case being stated Vick thought he'd take it a step further, "I guess I won't be joining the frat after all." "Not so fast young man." It was one step too many. "I know of a place that guarantees to have a costume to fit anybody or they'll give you your next costume for free." She began to write an address on a notepad. "Now this place is in the Village down the road a piece. You go in there and tell them I sent you. Everybody knows who I am. The shopkeeper will help you find something for the evening festivities. Here's one hundred dollars for you to use as well. I know it won't cost that much to rent a costume but you might need to add a few things and also get a bite to eat before you show up." With a shooing motion she dismissed him and went back to work. As he stepped out the door he heard her call out o him, "You have a good time tonight dear, and come by my office tomorrow and tell me all about your evening." The directions were clear and simple. Follow 16th Ave west to the intersection of Oakridge Way and turn left. Two more blocks down to 14th Ave and there you are. The entrance to the village mall was across the street on the southwest corner of Oakridge Way and 14th. Over all about _ of a mile from campus. The Village Mall or just plain 'The Village' was a conglomeration of old and new buildings put together piece by piece over the last 50 plus years. As new shops were added and old ones redecorated the general look of the Village combined old style storefront shops with that of the one store mall concept. Rather difficult to pull off if you were to try and plan it that way, but somehow it was accomplished by the un-corporate minds of the town. To also say that you could get lost in this place was an understatement. There seemed to be more corners to get turned around in, on the inside, than there were corners to the exterior of the building itself. Vick glanced at the watch on his arm and sighed in disbelief that he'd been in the mall for an hour and still hadn't found the shop Mrs. Edwards had told him about. Sure there were plenty of other shops to get a costume, but Johnny was right is his 'sold out' assumption. Nothing was left to buy, rent or create. Just as he was about to give up and face the consequences Vick practically ran into the store while craning his neck around looking for it. Stepping through the door he heard a bell tinkle and looked to see where it came from. Up above him, attached just above the door jamb was the source of the bell sound. It looked almost exactly like an image of the fabled tinkle bell in that story about this kid in tights who could fly. "How can I help you today son?" Came a voice from somewhere in the store. Startled, Vick looked about trying to determine the origin of the voice. "Uh . . . I'm uh . . . I'm looking, I'm looking for a costume for a costume party this evening." Still looking around for the voice Vick continued, "You probably don't have anything available do you?" No answer. "Well that's o.k., thanks anyway!" "Not so fast son." The voice finally spoke up. 'Damn, almost got out the door,' thought Vick. "Where is that voice coming from?" He mumbled to himself. "I'm back here at the counter." The voice answered as if in response to Vick's un-spoken query. "Come on back and let's see what we can do for you." With some uncertainty Vick headed to the rear of the shop. As he passed the last aisle of trinkets, gadgets and gismos he at last saw the source of the voice. The elderly looking gentleman behind the counter looked like a human caricature version of the mall itself. Start with a foundation of an elderly, mid 90-year-old, looking man sporting a beard to make 'ZZ Top' jealous. Then add an off white hooded bathrobe that could be purchased at any department store. Put on a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses, with chain, that would make any elderly female school bus driver envious. Finally, top it of with one of those stiff looking elf style hats that some snowboarders like to wear these days and you get an idea of what Vick was to deal with. "Well lad, what can we do for ya' today? Oh don't let this outfit fool you. It's just something I put one to be a bit more comfortable around here. When you get to be my age, if you get to be my age, comfort is everything. Well, almost everything." The elderly man continued upon seeing Vick's curious gaze. "Did you know that I can normally tell what most people want before even they sometimes do. No, I suppose you wouldn't. But every once in a while I opt to refrain from this ability and try to be surprised." With a frown he finished his thought. "Hasn't happened yet, but I'm willing to wait it out." "You're . . . you're a wizard?" "So I've been told by a few people." "And . , , and you read peoples minds." "On occasion, when the mood strikes me." After a long pause in the conversation the old man continued. "Son, it's times like these that force me to read others minds. Either spit out what you're after or I'm gonna know more than you may want me to know." "Uh . . . sorry, um, a costume." This whole wizard, magic thing was taking Vick a little longer to catch onto. "Yeah well, so much for the surprise. Thanks for the let down kid." As he grumbled his response the old man turned around to face a sign on the wall behind him that had these yellow lines in the form of arcs. He then turned a number over that seemed to indicate that Vick was the number 1,658,432 customer served. "Come here boy, let me show you what I have remaining in stock. This is a bad time of the year to be looking for an outfit though." The old man led him throughout the shop, oftentimes re-tracing his path. "The local school holds a campus wide event and costumes get snatched up fairly early. Always a lively festive event if I say so. I can sometimes get lucky and be surprised by what happens at these parties." Rounding an aisle of nic-nacs the pair came to practically empty clothes rack. "Here we are my boy, but, as you can see, not much of a selection." Vick looked through the outfits and was dismayed at the poor selection. "You've only got a couple of stupid girl costumes and some lousy kid costumes. I can't wear any of these things. Do you have any other suggestions or an idea of where I can go to get something else?" "Son, is there something wrong with what I have here? Are you saying that I carry junk? Do you realize the craftsmanship that goes into each of these designs? I don't think I like the way you made that insulting statement about my merchandise." Vick held up his hands in an effort to stop the man. "No, no, no. You misunderstood, I'm sure they're great costumes but I guess what I was trying to say was that they're not what I was looking for. Sure the cowboy and the army man outfits would be great but they're for little kids and are too small for me. The maid, nurse and cheerleader outfits are for girls. I couldn't wear those, I'd look like a fairy. "Son, there's no way you could look like a fairy, you're much too big and are missing a pair of wings to match. But, I do understand you better now. Though you agree that my selection is of great quality, you don't find them appealing and are concerned as to your appearance. Am I correct in my summation?" "Well yeah. Hey I'm sorry you thought I was insulting your stuff but I can't be going round looking like a fairy . . . sorry, looking like a sissy for this party. The guys at the frat house would ridicule me to no end. I can't afford to get a bad reputation this early in the school year." And for some reason it all came out. All of Vicks frustrations, anxieties, fears, trepidation's came pouring out as the old man sat quietly and listened. Finally when he was spent Vick looked sheepishly up at the gentleman. " Oh man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump on you like that. There's been to much going on today and I guess it got the better of me." "That's alright son. We all have those kinds of days. But like I said, this is what we have. What will it be today? I personally like the cheerleader outfit myself. You'd look really nice in that one." "Like I said, I couldn't wear one of those. I'd look stupid, besides the guys would rib me to no end. What with Johnny telling everyone about my classes this quarter. I could just see it now, 'Gee Vick, looks like you're taking this Women's Studies course a little too seriously, thinking about changing sides of the gender war?', I don't think I could take it, no way." "Son, what if I told you that these costumes are so good that no one would recognize you? That would prevent you from any humiliations, don't you agree?" "Well yeah, if no one recognized me. But if they didn't know who I was how would they know I was at the party? I'm supposed to check in at the door in order to join the frat." "Son, I've heard how these check-ins work. I'm sure that all you have to do is put a mark next to your name when you get in the door. From what I've heard, no one is at the door, they're to busy trying to drown themselves in alcohol. You really have nothing to fear. It'll be a new experience for you. Go with the flow, enjoy yourself for a change." "Well if you're sure about this, I guess it wouldn't hurt." He was giving in but with some hesitancy in his decision. "I'll even guarantee that if you're not satisfied, I'll return you your money when you return the costume. Now try on this cheerleader's outfit, I think it's a perfect match for you." "I uh . . . I don't think I'm that type. Maybe the nurse outfit would be better." "Are you sure? I've always had the best things happen with the cheerleader costume." Pressed the wizard. "No really, I'm not that peppy of a guy, the nurse outfit looks more suitable. It's not as skimpy either." "Well I tried." The old man said mostly to himself." Here is the outfit and the instructions are in the bag. Why don't you go into that dressing room over there and try it on. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask." The wizard pointed to a small curtained off cubbyhole that Vick was to change in. "Oh, remember that what you see is not necessarily what is real. You know, illusions and all that magic mumbo jumbo." After closing the curtain Vick rummaged through the bag emptying the contents in the process. Out of the bag and onto the floor went some women's underwear, a bra, one pair of stockings, a white nurses blouse, a pleated nurse skirt, one sandy brown wig with semi long hair, a little nurse hat that they used to wear, a pair of platform shoes, a stethoscope and, a name tag that read, 'Your Name Here'. The last items out of the bag were made of a material that looked to be a combination of latex, spandex and silicon. Of the last two items in the bag, the first looked like a pair of long underpants, but not really. Vick stared at these for the longest time wondering what they were for. Again as if in response to his un-asked question the wizard replied. "Those you put on to mask your true gender. If you follow the directions you'll notice that after they are on, not even you will be able to tell the difference. As for the last item in the bag, similar effects will occur with the same results." Slowly Vick undressed and even more slowly he began to pull up the odd pair of underpants. Tucking and adjusting his manhood this way or that he managed to pull the device all the way on. The mirror on the wall reflected a strange sight to Vick. The image was one he had grown up with, except for one area that reflected a woman's lower regions. Although a little wider than Vick used to be, it was still a woman's form that reflected back at him. Touching the area where the former position of his gender was Vick could feel that the material was light enough so there was not much loss in feeling but strong enough to hold him in place. Not an alarming feeling but different just the same. A sudden thought flashed across his mind and Vick quickly pulled down the garment to confirm he still had what he came in with. "Relax son, nothing's gonna happen to you if you take care of yourself. You better hurry up though, didn't you say that party started soon?" The old man's reassuring tone eased his concerns and Vick then proceeded to pull the top part of the illusion over his shoulders. This device resembled a T-shirt only because that was how you pulled in on. Once this item was on, however, Vick again saw a different reflection in the mirror. His face was the same but from the neck down was the naked image of a husky woman. In spite of knowing he was looking at himself in a costume Vick could feel his manhood trying to express itself at seeing the reflection. 'Hey, it's not everyday you see a naked woman alone with you in a small room, even if it is yourself', thought Vick. 'I am a bit big for a girl though. At least for my personal tastes. It really shouldn't surprise me because I'm still me under all this. Still, I could stand to lose a few pounds here and there. Maybe if I got involved with some sports it would help tone up some of those trouble spots.' Vick suddenly caught himself critiquing how the girl in the mirror looked as though she was really himself. 'Jeez, what was that all about? Careful there kid, you were starting to scare yourself a bit.' Vick then proceeded to finish putting the clothes on. Looking at the tag on the bra he noticed it read 38D. It took a few minutes to put this item on, as it was not something he was used to doing. Eventually with the panties, stockings, bra and 'skin', as Vick called it, on he donned the skirt, blouse and shoes. He then pinned the nametag on the blouse and put the stethoscope in a skirt pocket. The final piece of equipment was the wig. This too took a while to put on properly. Once on Vick again looked into the mirror to be surprised once more. He was looking at himself but at as woman. She/he was dressed in a smart looking nurses' outfit. She/he was the same height as he was but heavier set than he used to be. Vick was five foot ten inches and weighing 150 pounds, he figured the girl in the mirror would probably weigh close to 190 or 200 pounds. Vicks facial and arm features seemed a little softer as well. One might even mistake that he was, in some way, possibly a twin sister. Vick continued to image and wondered what kind of girl she could be. Did she have a nice personality? She looked athletic even though she was on the huskier side. 'Hell, she could probably beat me in a number of sports.' He surmised. The more he looked her over the more attracted he became towards the vision. "I wonder if I would ever go out with a guy like me? I'd sure like to get a bit more personal with her if I could." "I think she is as personal to you as can be Vick," spoke up the wizard. Vick had been unaware that he was being watched and had also been unaware until now that he had spoken his thoughts out loud. His face became instantly flush as his embarrassment at being caught in his reverie showed through. Before he could suffer any more the wizard rescued him. "Now remember, please take care of this outfit. You have no idea how many of these costumes I have to replace every year do to the negligence of the users." Slightly coming out of his embarrassment Vick spoke up, "This looks so real on me. Is this just a very good costume or has something happened to me?" "Well," The wizard hesitated. "It's a little of both. Though it is still a costume it has become sensitized to your body. It will seem more and more like your own skin as the night progresses. Right now you look more like yourself and as the costume becomes more attuned to your biorhythms your outward appearance will alter. You will always be you underneath but later on all others will see no difference between you and the illusion of you. As the illusion becomes more real you will become quite warm and seem a little flushed, after which your body temperature will return to normal. This will let you know that you and the skin have become fully adjusted toward each other." "Wow, that's pretty wild." A concerned look came to Vicks face. "What about . . ." He nodded in a downward direction. "You know . . . down there?" "Down there, as you call it, will let you function as you need to. But as with all proper hygienically conscious girls, you should be sure to blot yourself dry." "That'll be a relief." They both chuckled over that unintentional pun. "You must be off and on your way now, as I've other matters to attend to." Vick then found himself politely being ushered to the exit. "I know that you will have a good time and will impress the people at the party. Oh, before I forget, have the costume off before sunrise. The directions are on the tag on the inside back of the outfit." Vick was already out the door when he asked, "Why before sunrise?" "Things get complicated after that." And with that the door to the shop closed and Vick could hear a lock being turned shut. "That was a bit rushed towards the end," miffed a puzzled Vick. "I should probably be on my now like the old man said. Can't be hanging around hear all day." He muttered mostly to himself. "I'm sorry Miss, did you say something?" Questioned a man in a dark gray business suit that had just been walking by. Though a bit taken aback, Vick stuttered out something in an effort to come up with an answer. "Uh . . . no. Just . . . just . . . um . . . talking to myself that's all." "Alright, sorry to disturb you Miss. I thought you mentioned something about 'not being able to hang out hear all day'. I just wanted to say that I work in the shop next door and I don't mind you hanging around at all. Again, sorry to bother you." As the man started to move on, Vick watched as his gaze moved over his female costumed body. The man was undeniably scrutinizing Vicks figure with a critical eye. Just before the man turned completely away Vick thought he saw a smile form on the strangers face. Unconsciously Vick smiled warmly back at the man and watched him walk away. Vick realized what had just happened and felt a cold chill run through his back. 'Did I just smile at that guy? Jeez, what was I thinking?' He thought to himself. Chapter 3 - Take This and Call Me in the Morning With nervous apprehension Vick stood on the sidewalk in front of the frat house. This was all going to fast for him. He barely had time to think about all that was transpiring before him. He felt like he was a passenger on a ride to an unknown destination. The moment he almost had the destination figured out the ride took a detour route. Though he wanted to ask where he was going, there didn't seem to be a conductor about when he need one. Gathering his courage together, determined to plow through this one time adventure, Vick headed down the path. As he approached the front porch Vick muttered to himself, 'If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to have a few words to say to that Mrs. Edwards. She owes me big time.' "Yes, hello. I'm here with the frat party. We were supposed to dress up in costume tonight." The girl at the ticket table just inside the foyer looked up at Vick and smiling asked, "And are you on the list, with somebody or would you like to make an entry donation for the fraternities favorite charity?" Having said the latter with a wink of an eye. "I should be on the list, under Vick Williams." He pointed to the list. "All righty, let me take a look see here." The girl turned over a few pages and got a quizzical look on her face. "Well it seems that we do have a Vick Williams listed as a fraternity pledge but he didn't put in for any guests." "That's probably because I'm Vick Williams. You know, dressed up as a nurse." He added for clarity. "Like, I can see that you're dressed as a nurse silly. But there isn't any listing for a guest." "I know there is no guest listed. I'm Vick. Me. The person in front of you. I'm the frat pledge. I'm just dressed in this costume for the night." "There's no reason for alarm honey. We'll just make the correction right here, o.k.? Now what was the name again?" 'Oh my God.' Thought Vick, 'I've been put in front of the one true to the very last drop, air headed, lights are on but nobodies home, blow in my ear thanks for the refill, dumb blonde.' Slowly and a very cool voice he began again. "The name is Vick. It is spelled just like it is written on the list. Now may I have my name tag so I can get inside?" "Sure thing sweetie." She hunched over and proceeded to write on a name tag. Handing it to Vick she again smiled and with a perky voice said, "I told you it wouldn't be a problem. You just go through those two doors and the two big hunks guarding the door will let you in. Have fun now." With that she had already turned her attentions to smiling and helping other party goers in line. With his name tag in hand Vick stepped through the front door, and was immediately confronted with two muscular, 6 foot 6 inch, well chiseled college men. "Here, let me help you put that name tag on miss." One of the boys offered. Before Vick could respond the bouncer had taken the name tag, removed the backing and was none to gracefully pressing it on his newly enhanced chest. "Uh . . . thanks, I guess." Stammered Vick. "Is there . . . uh-hum . . . is there some place I can get a drink?" He asked in a slightly cracked voice, feeling his throat start to scratch. Vick noticed the guy was still standing pretty close and also noticed that his hand was lingering on and around the name tag. 'This guy is copping a feel of my breasts. Well, my semi breasts. They aren't actually real and they aren't actually mine. Still, of all the nerve.' Vick started to step back away from the offending hand but found himself bumping into the other bookend that was watching the door. Grabbing a hold of Vicks shoulders from behind the new guy pulled him close and said into his ear, "You betcha Vickie. Let me show you where the refreshments are." "Uh . . . guys. I think there's been a mistake. I'm Vick. I'm just dressed up this way for the party." Vick was starting to get a little flushed and uncomfortable with this unwanted and obviously misplaced attention. "Yeah, we know. It says your name right here on the tag. Vickie." At which point the aforementioned hand came back to the breast augmented name tag and lingered there yet again. Vick glanced down at his name tag and sure enough, much to his continued dismay, the tag did indeed proclaim 'Vickie' in big bold letters for all to see. "Of all the . . . she still went and spelled it wrong." As he spoke Vick pointing to the front door and looked at the two as if the whole misunderstanding was all to obvious. "It should say 'Vick', not 'Vickie'. The girl out there spelled it wrong." "Sure but we like it better as Vickie. It's more suitable to you like this anyway." Noted the virile student holding Vick close to him by the shoulders. Mistaking the comment as an understanding gesture Vick gave in and asked again for the drink location. Vick was slowly starting to realize that this costume of his was really working because everyone so far was treating him as if he was a girl. 'I gotta hand it to that wizard guy,' He mused. 'He sure knows his stuff.' Meandering their way through the mob the drink table finally came within view. Just as Vick was about to grab himself a beer he found himself beseeched by another manly college student. This new guy was dressed in green all over. He had green leaves sewn all over what appeared to be a green toga. He'd even gone so far as to dye his hair green as well. "Thanks or showing her over here Chet, You can go back to the door now." The new student spoke dismissively to the escort as he wrapped his arms around Vicks shoulders. "My name's George, George Robinson. I'm the fraternity Public Relations Director. I'd like to welcome you to our little soiree. As you may have guessed I'm am also a Jovial Green Giant. Say, I noticed you haven't a drink yet. Why don't you take mine, I haven't drank out of it yet so don't worry about that. Let me show you around a bit so you don't get lost, o.k.? Great! Let's begin." Throughout the tour of the house George didn't let Vick get more than word or two out of his mouth. Even those words were cut off as Vicks seemingly new benefactor went on and on about the fraternity, himself, the school, himself, the weather and just about anything else. George even had the time to talk about his favorite subject, you guessed it, himself. Vicks throat was feeling better and drinking the cool beverage offered by George was helping. He was still a little flushed and he seemed to be able to feel things a little more keenly than before, as if his skin was more sensitive. 'Wait', he corrected himself. 'It's that the skin costume he was wearing must be more . . . How did the wizard put it? More biorhythmically tuned to my body. Yeah that's it. This is pretty cool. I wonder to what the extent this costume has gone. It might be interesting to see what I look like now in the flesh.' Vick was starting to get a little excited about this thought. The more he did think about the changes he might see the more he was determined to get a look at himself. It was becoming a twisted version of a Peeping Tom desire. Granted it was himself he wanted to see but it was somehow not himself that he wanted to see as well. "Uh, George. I noticed we just went by the restroom. I think I have to hop in for a minute, if you'll excuse me." Vick turned to go to the bathroom. "Oh sure, I'm sorry. Where have my manners gone to. I completely forgot to ask if there was anything you needed. You go ahead and I'll go refresh our drinks then meet you back here." As George took the empty cup from Vick and disappeared into the crowd Vick stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. He did not want to be disturbed. Standing in front of the mirror Vick was amazed at the reflection gazing back at him. He was definitely looking at himself but his 'self' was a girl. She was about as exact of a twin as you can get with not being the same sex. Yes his features on the whole were much softer and less defined than his original ones. And granted there were some extra endowments located here and there, but overall, Vick was staring at what could only be described as his non existent 'sister'. She carried a little more weight on her than he had on his frame. There was muscle tone under that extra weight. If she became active in some sort of physical activity the 'baby fat' would no doubt melt away. Her face, being softer than his own was attractive to him. He wasn't sure if that was narcissistic or not though. 'I guess a little self worship isn't all that bad. Not if I look like this that is.' He thought to himself as he studied his new facial traits. 'I think I look pretty good for a girl.' Vick brought himself up short on that thought. 'Not that I am a girl. I mean I'm not a girl, right?' He questioned no one in particular. 'If I was a girl though, I'd go out with me.' He continued to look over the rest of his body, touching here and there to confirm tactilely what he saw visually. 'Jeez this skin stuff really feels like it's become my own skin. That biorhythm stuff really works.' Vick commented as he lifted the blouse he was wearing a little and began to run his hand over his abdomen working higher and further under the shirt. He stopped when he encountered two secondary female characteristics hiding behind some feminine apparel. He was a bit alarmed when he felt how sensitive they were to his touch. 'Christ these things feel as if they're real.' As he continued to explore under his blouse he could feel a direct connection throughout his body that was different but yet enticing. This warm tingly feeling slowly spread it self outward and came together again somewhere just south of his belly button. Hesitatingly, slowly and oh so carefully, an occupied hand moved its way to that nether region to find out just what going on. Upon reaching the desired destination Vick was again shocked in more than one way to discover the feelings generated by this even more sensitive piece of anatomy. But not as startled as when he heard himself let out a quite soft moan. 'Damn!' He exclaimed to himself. 'If every woman felt this aroused with just this much attention God didn't need to tell them to go forth and multiply. They'd be doing it on their own just to feel like this. I gotta stop this, it's just not right.' He was a little surprised at how well he was taking this, all things considered. He had overwhelming confidence that the wizard would be able to tell him how to remove the disguise later on. As it turned out Vick needed to stop anyway because someone was knocking on the door looking to take their turn in the restroom. Quickly tucking everything in, Vick opened the door and quickly stepped out. Out right into the arms of George Robinson, resident leech. "Here Vickie, drink this up quick. They finally got the music going and I want to have dance with you!" Shouted George trying to be heard above the load music now playing in the next room and the rest of the house as well, while under his breath he continued, 'Before anyone else starts to move in on you.' A cup was then unceremoniously thrust into Vicks hands. "Look George, you don't understand! This isn't what it looks like!" Vick tried to explain as he pointed to various parts of his feminine appearing form. "I'm a boy not a girl! It's just a costume! I can't dance with you!" Whether or not George heard Vick was unsure due to the volume and beat of the tunes being pumped to every square inch of the building. "That's alright, everyone's in costume tonight! Just drink up and come on! Everyone's out there so it's not like we're really boy and girl dancing!" George then pushed Vicks hands that were holding the cup up to his face. "Drink!" He shouted as he started to move with the music and wait for Vick to empty the cup. When Vick was done George grabbed the empty drink cup out of his hand and tossed it to nowhere in particular. Then he grabbed Vicks hand and pulled him through the crowd to the middle of the living room dance floor. George began to dance and move to the beat as much as possible in the packed crowd. He would turn every so often towards another girl and with both their arms raised start to do a little bump and grind dancing. Vick couldn't care less. He'd ended up being pulled out on the floor right next to a very attractive girl that was dancing in the crowd with no one in general. Her costume looked a little like a fairies outfit. Green leotards and a greenish with brown tunic. As Vick started to dance he began to enjoy himself. Quite often he would find himself dancing or rubbing up against this attractive 'fairie' girl. After a few smiles Vick thought he should get to know her a bit better. "Hi, my name's Vick! What's yours?!" He asked of her over the noise. "My name's Lori. What are you going as?" She asked indicating his outfit. "It's nice to meet you Lori. This is sort of a doctors or nurses outfit. It's all I could come up with at the last minute. How about you? What are you going as?" "It's supposed to be a Peter Pan outfit. Apparently, as someone told me, the original Peter Pan stage character was played by a woman. So I figured I'd still come and have fun." Vick wasn't sure if he understood her meaning of all that, but what the heck, she was good looking. The night progressed as most college parties do. More music, more alcoholic beverages, more people, loader music, loader people and so on. Vick lost track of time and where he was. Occasionally he would hear someone refer to him as Vickie or make some joke about going somewhere to play doctor. All cares were lost as he danced and drank. He danced with nobody yet he was dancing with everybody in the sea of people. He even recalled kissing various people although he couldn't recall just who exactly he had kissed. First there was this little pixie of a girl that was replaced with a bigger green pixie. Then who knew after that. Strange yet hauntingly familiar sensations were moving through his body and mind. Some of those sensations he had just learned tonight in the bathroom, others were even newer than those. There was a general fuzzy glow throughout his body directly affecting his thinking. He knew these sensations were not right and try as he could to move away from them, they kept coming. He dreamed of swimming through a sea of hands. They were caressing and soothing his new body, but at the same time they were trying to hold him down under the surface. With no shoreline to swim to, it was an intoxicatingly unreal pleasurable anxiety. The caressing hands then began to hold on and linger more than before. As they pulled and held tighter Vick began to struggle more to keep his head above the surface. His mind began to race. 'Got to swim harder.' Then he was under. 'Need . . .air.' 'This doesn't feel right.' 'Stop touching me!' 'I can . . . can see the surface.' 'It's getting . . . farther away.' 'Let me go. Let me go.' 'Air . . . I need air.' 'Have to . . . fight them off.' 'Oh God . . . don't let it end this way.' 'Help . . . somebody please help.' 'I don't want this.' 'Let me go.' 'Stop.' 'No.' "NNNOOOOOOO!" He shouted out loud as he suddenly sat bolt upright clutching his arms around himself and gasping for air. Despite the abruptness of waking, the specifics of the nightmare started to fade, only leaving a hidden sense of the fear he'd just dreamt of. Disorientated and feeling achy all over his body, especially in his head, Vick looked around and was met with very unfamiliar surroundings. He found that he was in a motel room and the drapes were drawn tight. There was a light on in the bathroom that illuminated the room enough for him to see. He was sitting on a bed with the sheets pushed and strewn about. He hugged himself a little tighter and was surprised again. There, resting on his folded arms, were two mounds of He had forgotten, in the rush of waking up in a strange place, that he had been in a costume. After a bit of panicked groping and checking, he came to remember the wizard and the costume. It was still weird for him to be feeling breasts on his body and longish hair on his head. As he slowly regained awareness and calmed down from the nightmare he felt a strong pressure and a dull ache coming from his bladder and groin. "Better hit the bathroom before I pee my pants." Crawling out of the bed and towards the lit bathroom Vick wondered, how the heck did he get here, just where was here, and what time was here. The last thing he remembered was drinking, dancing and being harassed by George at the party. Stepping into the bathroom Vick noticed his reflection I the mirror. Sure enough it was the same reflection he'd seen earlier in the evening. This reflection however showed a girl with messed up hair that would make Albert Einstein's hair look like it was just styled. The make up around the eyes was a bit smeared and the lipstick looked as if it had faired no better. The blouse he had been wearing was opened up half way, enough that he could get a view of what was being nestled underneath. "Good morning you two" He addressed the two breasts. "Nothing personal Sis." Continuing to speak to himself as he turned to face the toilet. "But you like death warmed over. God, I even feel like death warmed over as well." Facing the toilet Vick absently reached for his little manhood and came up empty handed. "Crap, I forgot, it's tucked away for now." So he turned around again and sat down. The relief was a welcome feeling. However there was a different feeling that was not going away as his bladder emptied. His new equipment was feeling sore. Thinking that maybe he'd ran into something he peeked down to see if there was anything wrong. He did not like what greeted him. 'Oh my God, it looks like I was bleeding but stopped.' He questioned himself. It was then that he also realized that he hadn't removed any underwear when he sat down to pee. In a flash the realization of what probably had occurred last night hit him with a force dead center of his being so powerful that whatever had been in his stomach came out faster than it could have ever gone in. Incredibly Vick managed to spin around in time to make it in the bowl. Wave after wave of nausea swept over him. He felt violated like he could never have felt before. He felt dirty and used. When his stomach decided there was nothing left in it Vick crawled into the shower and proceeded to try and scrub out the memory of his imagination as to what could have occurred in the bed of the motel room. Revulsion gradually was transposed with humiliation. Humiliation at what could have happened. What 'could' have happened because he still did not remember anything. Humiliation at the possibility that he, even as a girl, would even consent to do that. Humiliation then turned into rage. Rage because he knew that if given a choice he would not have done that. Rage because if it did happen, then it was without his choice. Rage for the parasite that could think of doing anything to him like what happened. Mercifully Vick was spared from the full trauma of the events because of the lengthy gap in his memory. He knew he hadn't more than two or three drinks the entire night so being blind dunk was out of the question. That only left one plausible cause to the missing memories. Someone had drugged him and then . . . 'Ugh!' He couldn't bring himself to think of it any more. "I'm gonna kill that monster if it the last thing I do on this earth." He muttered over and over to himself. After about forty five minutes in the hot shower had come and gone, the images wouldn't completely rub off no matter how hard he scrubbed. Eventually feeling somewhat able to deal with the crisis Vick stepped out of the bathtub and toweled himself off. Wrapping a towel around his body and one around his head he looked into the clouded mirror and stared at his reflection. "What the heck. I just toweled and wrapped up myself like I was a girl without even thinking anything of it. I've got to get this skin off me now." Vick headed into the other room with his costume and read the directions on the collar on how to remove the outfit. **The biorhythmic enhanced skin will become soft and pliable and able to be removed after 30 minutes from removing the entire costume clothing and accessories.** The tag on the blouse read. "Everything has been removed!" He yelled at the blouse. Grabbing the blouse he re-read the instructions to see if he had missed anything. According to the instructions the entire suit need to be intact, present and undamaged in order for the reversal to take place. The only possible thing that could be wrong was that missing pair of underwear. "Damn, I've searched everywhere and no underwear. Nobody better tell me that my life hangs in the balance due to a missing pair of panties. If that wretch took off with them he's gonna wish he were dead when I'm done." Looking around for something else to wear proved fruitless as there was nothing in the room. 'Damn, damn, damn.' He swore to himself. 'Now I've got to wear this outfit when I go tell that wizard someone stole his stuff and to please change me back. It's bad enough that I'm a woman now but I don't like having to walk around without any underwear either.' After having checked for a fourth and fifth time to make sure he hadn't left anything behind he grudgingly put the clothes back on. Eventually, after a bit of struggle with the bra Vick had managed to get his costume back on and headed out the door. Once outside he realized that he was only a few blocks away from the Village. Vick felt a little better about only walking a little bit to get there. Chapter 4 - Diagnoses Hurrying the few block to the Village caused even more stress for Vick. To start with he was having to be very careful with how fast he wanted to go versus how fast he was able to keep from falling down with the three inch platform shoes. With his new physique he was finding that, to walk quickly and not fall down, his hips would sway from side to side with more definition than he was used to. To compound the problem of his hip motion, it seemed that when he walked, his bodies natural up and down motion was greatly exaggerated by his chest. So, it was with arms folded under his breasts and quick short steps that Vick entered through the Village mall doors. He walked through the aisles and around corners past familiar shops but couldn't seem to locate the little shop. Panic started to set in and Vick was thinking that it would be just his luck if the old man had decided to pack it up and move off to another location. "One more corner and if he's not there I'm going to as a mall cop if he knows where this place is." He concluded. Well sure enough there it was. What ever you were looking for always seemed to be in or at the last place you look. Stepping through the door and ignoring the tinkle bell go off Vick runs right into the old man. "Oh, hello. In a bit of a hurry today I see. Is there something I can help you with Miss?" queried the sorcerer. "Yes there is something you can help me with!" Vick exclaimed waving his hands the length of his body. "I woke up this morning looking like this and I can't find my underpants." "Perhaps you could check with the lost and found for you personal belongings and as for how you look, maybe you should check with your parents." "Very funny. But you did this." He gestured at his new breasts, "with this costume. Now when I take it off I'm still a female. Oh, and before I forget, do you have something that will castrate, maim and disfigure then slowly and painfully kill someone over the course of a few years?" "Well miss, to start off with, I generally try to avoid terminating anybody's life through direct intervention. There's to much paperwork involved when I have to report it to the sorcerers council. Secondly, I did nothing to you, for very similar reasons, too much paperwork. However," He raised his hand to forestall any interruptions from Vick, "I do sell stuff for people to change themselves, which I might add, requires no paperwork. Besides I don't see any problem with you being a female. You look quite fetching and if you don't mind my saying so, were I a few decades younger, I'd ask you out for dinner." "Excuse me, but I'm not a girl. This costume of yours did it. Remember. >From yesterday. Gee whiz, you're the wizard and you can't even remember from one day to the next. No wonder I'm stuck like this." "Hold your horses there missy. Let's not get your panties in a bunch." Vick only glared even harder than before. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. Now where was I? Panties. Yes that's right. Let's not get . . . agitated shall we. Now I take it from your attitude that this was not something you intended?" "No way, not in a million years!" came the emphatic negative. "Don't be so sure of yourself there lass. Now, you don't have all of the costume together do you?" "That's what I was trying to say earlier. No underwear. Some freak of a bastard took them last night." 'Along with something else.' Thought Vick, which caused him to quiver and get a little nauseated all over again. "Yes, that would complicate matters wouldn't it. I'm afraid that I need the complete costume back though." "But I didn't want this." He cried. "It wasn't even my fault. I don't even remember what happened." Vicks' eyes slowly began to well up. In a lightly choked voice he continued. "And . . . please, please don't call me girl names. It's . . .it's bad enough as it is without that too." The tears couldn't be held back any more. Seeing the clenched arms and Vick trying to do his best to hold back the welling emotions, the wizard gave in. "Always a sucker for blurry eyed damsels." The wizard muttered, mostly to himself. With an exaggerated wave of the hand the missing set of panties appeared out of nowhere. "O.K. all you have to do is go put these on then take the outfit off the same way you put it on, only in reverse. Did that make sense?" "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Vick clasped his hands in prayer fashion. Then reaching for the underwear he added, "If there is anything I can do to repay you for this, let me know. You saved my life." "We'll discuss that at a later time when you're more receptive to what I'll need. Right now just go and change in the back." Vick grabbed the offered underpants and clutched them to his breasts as he headed to the changing room. Once there he quickly pulled them up his legs and over his hips. It was with a strange physical sensation and an even odder sense of deja vu as he did this. The last time he was here, he was thinking about how fast he wanted to get into the pants of the girl in the mirror. Well, he was in them now, however, he was looking to get out of them with as much urgency. Quickly removing all the items in the reverse order Vick was standing naked in the little room. "Now what? I'm still a girl!" He cried out. "Did you forget already?" The wizard responded. "Forget what? Everything is off and in . . . a . . . half . . . hour . . . everything will be back to normal." One could almost imagine the light coming back on over his head as he remembered the directions. "Good!" Pronounced the wizard. "Now step out here and we'll discuss the repayment you offered earlier." "Yeah, but I'm naked in case you forgot." "Precisely the point dear. I need to take some pictures of you for a project I'm working on. And it's not like I haven't seen anything on you that I haven't seen before on other woman." "But it's the first time for me. I know I'm not supposed to be a girl but it's still embarrassing just the same." Vick called from behind the curtain. "Just think of me as your doctor