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ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENTS by Rachel Ann Cooper © 1997 This is a love story of sorts. There is no graphical or porno sex, lewd or lascivious conduct. Rated PG13. Chapter one: the problem Will you please hurry up? We're due at the party in 15 minutes and you've barely got your make-up on," Joe said, somewhat irritated. He'd been a little short tempered all his 25 years and she still married him, so why develop a bunch of patience now? After all, HE was ALWAYS ready on time. "All RIGHT, Joe," Karen said. "Just some blusher and lipstick and we're gone." And a minute later, she was at the door waiting for him to open it for her, which he didn't, as usual, neither the house OR the car. ' He could stand some lessons in manners,' she thought. As she opened the door herself, she said, "Listen, you five minute wonder, if you had to go through all I do to get out the door looking nice, I'd be waiting on YOU!" "Not a chance, Karen. If I couldn't get it done in half the time, I would go somewhere and take makeup lessons." "Oh, would you now?" "Yeah, sure," he said and they locked the door and left. 'A lot he knows,' she thought. 'Arrogant twit!' Karen and Joe had met at a community picnic a few years ago, dated off and on and then got serious. They got married by a justice of the peace in Santa Rosa, California, north of San Francisco and were about to celebrate their 3rd wedding anniversary. Karen was a natural red head which she kept permed in soft curls framing her delicate features and freckles. She looked a little like Kelly LeBroc. She was just a little tall at 5'7" but girls seemed to be getting taller with each generation and she weighed 130 pounds, but there are plenty of girls who towered over her at work where she did volunteer duty at their little library. So it didn't bother her even when she wore her highest heels, which she really didn't mind. Joe was a leg man and said they made her feet look small & pretty and added shape to her already shapely calves even if she did end up a little taller than he was. Joe was only 5'8" tall and at 145 pounds and with a moderate build with dark mid- length hair that he kept in a 'shag' cut at the neck, keeping it very full. He was always having to brush it out of his eyes as he kept it all about six inches long or more all over. She had always thought of him as "cute," not in a ruggedly handsome way. He had dark, well filled in eyebrows without having them grow together and large deep blue eyes with long black lashes that Karen would die to have herself. Why did boys always get the pretty lashes anyway and we had to get them at the store? He has a rather boyish look and smooth complexion and despite being light brunette, had never seen a five o'clock shadow in the mirror although he did shave at least every other day to please Karen since she didn't enjoy stubble when they made love. He had managed to build up a comfortable little computer consulting business and at $50.00 per hour did well enough that she could stay home and take care of the house and the books for the business. They weren't ready for children and Karen was careful about that as she knew Joe would be upset if they came before he was ready. He wasn't doing quite as well as Tom, the husband of Karen's friend Joyce, but then he hadn't been doing it as long. For some reason, Joe and Karen's relationship had been a little testy lately. Actually he had been kind of a bear. He, of course, hadn't even noticed it, but Karen certainly had. She had chalked it up to the pressures of the job, but even at that, it was really beginning to get on her nerves; actually more than just beginning! To herself she mused, 'I just have to find a way to take the pressure off him and get him to mellow out. This is getting out of hand and I'm taking the brunt of it.' "And what did you mean by that five minute wonder bit, he said?" "Oh, forget it," replied Karen. " No, what did you mean," he insisted? "All right, it takes you five minutes to throw on some clothes or five minutes in the sack and you're done. THAT is what I mean," she replied, a bit annoyed. "Holy cow, Karen, that's not fair. I TRY to control myself...it's just that I get so worked up, I can't. You know what the sight of that bod of yours in sexy lingerie does to me." "Well," Karen replied, "it wouldn't hurt you to at least try. You're done and I'm still taxiing on the runway, so to speak. You haven't gotten me up far enough to even retract my landing gear in a month." "Really?" "Yes, Joe. I'll bet if it was YOU in the sexy lingerie, I could control MYSELF. " Passing right by the allusion to his wearing sexy lingerie, he said, "I'm sorry honey," rather crushed at not being able to please her. He really did want to please her and this was a slap at his manhood. Not that Joe was all that manly, but he thought of himself that way, as so many do. He was really a bit inconsiderate and did lack some of the social graces preferred in men by their women. "Believe me, Karen, if there was anything, ANYTHING AT ALL that I could do about that, I would. I really mean it. Anything!" "Do you really, really mean that, Joe, she said?" "Yes, of course I do. I'm not totally selfish like some guys, just a little over anxious. You know that I want our loving to be satisfying to both of us." " No, I didn't, and from the way you've been being rather critical of me lately, I was beginning to think I couldn't do anything right! So, what you're telling me is that you'd really be willing to make some changes, like self improvement, more foreplay, whatever?" "Yes, Karen. I really mean it." "OK Joe, she said, maybe there IS something that you can do. I've heard of some herbal remedies and other stuff. I'll look into it for you." "Great, Karen. Whatever it is, I'm willing to try anything once if it will make you happy." The next day, after Joyce got off work, she came to visit Karen. They only live a few blocks apart, but didn't seem to get to see one another that often, at least over the last year or so. Karen had been a bit concerned that she had done something to offend her friend and that might be the reason for their lack of contact. Karen was delighted to see Joyce, invited her in and they sat down over a cup of tea to do some catching up. When that began to wind down, Karen said, "Joyce, have I offended you in some way?" "Why do you ask, she replied? "It's just that I don't see much of you and Tom lately." "Joyce replied, "Oh, Karen, it has nothing to do with you. It is because of something that has nothing at ALL to do with you. Put your mind at rest. We are still the best of friends." "I'm glad to hear that. Maybe you can help me with a problem I'm having with Joe", and like we girls do, she opened up and told Joyce about the problems they have been having in their relationship with Joe's mood swings which included his performance and lack of consideration in the bedroom. Joyce listened intently and then said, "OK, Karen. I may know a way that you can help Joe with his over anxiousness and especially with his temperament, definitely his temperament," she added with emphasis and a grin. "That would be a real blessing, said Karen. How soon can we get started?" Joyce replied, " I roomed with a gal in college who is now an M.D. She has a practice across the bay. Tom and I were having some real problems about a year and a half ago and she has ironed out the whole problem for both of us and I know I'll ever have a problem with Tom again ( sly grin). I'll call her when I get home as I don't have her number with me." "That's part of the reason you haven't seen Tom and I lately." Joyce offered no further explanation. Karen didn't understand but didn't probe, figuring if Joyce wanted to tell the whole story, she would. "Sounds great, Joyce. Thanks." "Well, I guess I should get home and help T...Tom with the dinner, so I'll call you later, OK?" "Since when did Tom do the cooking at your house, asked Karen?" "You'd be surprised at all the domestic skills he acquired after Barbara got him in therapy, but we can talk about this later. I really have to run. 'Bye." Karen waved through the open door as Joyce pulled away in her red Mustang and wondered what could have had such a profound effect on the Tom she remembered who was rather a male chauvinist oinker himself. Chapter Two: Beginning the Solution About 8 that night, the phone rang and it was Joyce. She said that what worked for Tom will probably do the same for Joe. "Barbara is going to write you out what will look like two huge prescriptions and you must follow the directions to the letter. Just tell him they are vitamins or tranquilizers to help him deal with his reverse performance anxiety and I'm sure he'll take them in a heartbeat. And Karen, you WILL see some changes in Joe, although not immediately. They may be very subtle at first, but you'll both notice interesting personality and other developments when they really take hold. I hope you are pleased with the results. He should become a very mellow fellow." "OK Joyce, but you're being awfully mysterious about this." "You know how I love a mystery Karen. Besides, it will be more fun this way for both of you." "When can I get the scripts?" " The mystery is part of the fun of it and I'll get them FOR you and you'll have them in a couple days. And, if you don't enjoy Joe's changes, just stop the pills." "I just want to mellow him out Joyce and make him a little more appreciative about girl stuff." "Then I think you will be very pleased honey. Just follow the directions and he will definitely acquire a better appreciation for your side of things." They said their good-byes and Karen was feeling like there may be some light at the end of this moody tunnel of Joe's after all. She had read about how sometimes a chemical imbalance can cause mood swings and was really hoping that whatever Joyce came up with would cure Joe and make him easier to live with. She certainly got a little jumpy before HER visitor came every month. When Joe got home on Thursday, she had the prescriptions...500 pills of one and 200 of the other. She put them in the pantry with the vitamins so that he wouldn't forget to take them. She DID think it a bit odd that they didn't have labels on them but she knew the dosage, so it didn't matter. Karen told him that they were tranquilizers and that he has to take increased doses up to a point until they are both satisfied the desired effect has been reached. He was to start with one a day, then two, one morning and night and then three, one morning and two in the evening, then two both morning and evening, until he gets used to them and so that they will not cause a sudden upset to his system. The ones from the smaller bottle he was only to take at one a day. Joe was so pleased that Karen had found something to help him he readily agreed to the program taking one of each that evening. Karen told Joe not to expect too much right away. So Joe was not too disappointed when the same old thing happened for the next several weeks. 'Oh, well, nothing works ALL the time,' Karen thought. However, by the end of the third week, he was slowing down a bit and not getting so excitable and this pleased both of them. Karen was finally beginning to enjoy some fun in the bedroom. And he seemed a little more calm as well. At six weeks, he was up to 3 pills a day and was mellowing out some, especially his attitude with her and all the 'girl stuff' that slowed her down with the getting dressed and the makeup and all. In fact, he had taken to just sitting there in the bedroom watching her do her thing and wondered how he could ever go through all that trying to look pretty. But, at least, he now understood from watching her and was patient with her. 'Man, being a girl takes a lot of time', he thought. 'I wonder if I would ever have that much patience, much less talent? How weird! Why am I even asking myself that question?' Chapter Three: Confusion After they finished the fun part that night, he couldn't find his pajamas. "They are in the wash. I should be able to get to it by tomorrow sometime, OK?" "She walked over to her closet and came back with her Victoria Secret PJs, maroon with pretty white piping around the edges and held them up to him. "Use these honey. I'm sure that they will fit and I know you don't like to sleep in the nude or just your briefs." "Those are GIRLS pajamas, Karen." "Really? I hadn't noticed" she added with a little wink. " And so who is going to see you besides your ever loving wife from whom you have no secrets anyway? Am I going to take out an ad in the newspaper? I don't care if you're a little prettier than usual. I might even enjoy it!" "Alright, but where are my bikinis?" Same place, in the wash. Here, take these. They match the PJs. Her matching panties were rather plain, but made of the silkiest nylon, nothing like the brushed nylon of his own. "I don't think I should be doing this, he said." "Take them. You may like them. There really isn't THAT much difference is there?" "No, I guess not, except I'll have to sit to pee." "Well, for heaven's sake, I should think that would be a relief, not having to stand there and worry about aiming. (Giggle)" Joe put them on and then the Pas. The moderate bulge looked a bit out of place but when he slipped into the bottoms, it disappeared. He didn't say anything to Karen about it but the silky feeling of her night clothes got him a little excited again. Not being used to sensuous clothing, this was a new experience for him and a rather pleasant one, much to his surprise. He had seen something similar to them in some of the better men's shops but somehow, wearing Karen's was a real turn on. He was in forbidden territory and it was a bit of a turn on. Joe did notice that they buttoned the opposite way and the bottoms seemed to be a little on the long side though. However, he soon fell asleep. The next morning, Joe got up for work and, still finding the feel of Karen's panties rather appealing, left them on after realizing that his were still in the wash anyway. He reminded himself he'd have to squat the rest of the day, but he still kept them on. She caught him before he pulled his pants up and grabbed his cheeks clad in her silky underwear, pulling him close to her copping a feel of his butt and told him, "honey, these are just for sleeping. These are for wearing, as she handed him a pair of her regular mid hip style satiny spandex. "Karen, I can't." "How much choice is there, she countered? You were going to wear the other ones, weren't you?" "Good point. OK" and he pulled them on, tucking himself in a little, not something he would ordinarily do but it wouldn't seem natural to have a bulge in pretty panties. It was like having a really tight jock strap on he thought, but they really felt nice, gave him a sense of security somehow with that spandex hugging his privates. The next night was a repeat performance with Karen apologizing about the laundry, but she got involved with his company books and her volunteer time at the library and just didn't get to it. Joe thanked her for the loan and she gave him a fresh pair of panties that again matched the pajamas. He mentioned to her that the pajamas seemed a little long. She countered with, "oh, well, you should really be wearing high heeled mules or regular high heels for just lounging in those and they would hang just right. They make them a little long on purpose." He could see that she was in a playful mood and she was getting out her manicure kit. "Sit, Joe. Your feet need a little work. They're out of place in those pretty PJs." "Karen, what are you doing?" "Giving you a nice pedicure. Now be still and just sit there. Humor me!" "OK. What have I got to lose?" When she was done, he had very well groomed, snag free but rosy toes. "Cute, Karen. And you expect me to leave this on?" "Sure. Why not?" "(Sigh)" And in the morning, there was also a repeat performance except that Joe now mentioned to Karen that he was beginning to understand why she liked all this slinky stuff after spending another night in her pajamas. "Your slinky PJs really do feel good against my skin, he stated. "Well, if you really like them, Joe, we can get you your own. You know they make the very same thing for men now too, although I think it is a little heavier material." "Joe replied,"I think I'll have to chew on that awhile, and I'm not sure I'd want them heavier material anyway. OK?" "I like these just fine." "These WHAT Joe?" "OK, I was talking about the silk panties too," he added looking away very quickly, before she could catch the expression on his face. "Oh, you like those?" "Well, uh, yeah, I guess I do." "Well, maybe you should have some of your own of those too honey, if you really like them." "Yeah, maybe!" 'What am I saying? I want to wear silky PANTIES now? Have mercy! I'm already in ladies pajamas and loving it.' As they prepared for bed the following night, Karen noticed that the maroon pajamas were becoming soiled and wrinkled and threw them in the hamper and presented Joe with a complete white ensemble just like the maroon ones complete with the matching white silk mules with 2 " heels . Joe said, "thanks. I believe I would like to have some of these PJs. They feel so good. Slipping the mules on his feet, just out of curiosity, of course, he stood up and noticed at once how well the PJs now hung all the while noticing not only how he was teetering on the heels but also the erection that they seemed to be eliciting. These are still too long though except with these high heeled slippers." "So, if you want them to hang right, I guess you'll just have to get comfortable with the mules honey. I really would rather you didn't drag the hems, especially those white ones, on the carpet." 'Well, for heaven's sake. He actually put on the heels. Imagine that! Must be some of those changes Joyce was talking about.' He walked cautiously over and looked at himself in the full length mirror, his pink toes peeking out of his slippers and being thankful for his tight panties, walked cautiously over to the bed and shucking his slippers, shook his head and crawled under the covers. It had now been seven weeks since Joe began his 'tranquilizers'. Karen rolled over and said, "honey, you don't really need to go out and spend all that money on new PJs. I already have four sets and you said you liked my lighter weight ones. We can share, OK? In fact, feel free to use anything of mine you take a fancy too, anything!. I really don't mind. You know, 'if it feels good, DO it'?" "Alright. I know they are girls but I wasn't looking forward to putting out another $100 on pajamas anyway. Thanks." From that night on, there were high heeled slippers on both sides of the bed and Joe was getting used to them and his silky PJs and was never without his panties. Another week had gone by and Joe was now really beginning to feel the effects of the 'tranquilizers' and had deserted his men's bikinis for Karen's exclusively. She told him she was going to take his old cotton underwear and give it away "and I'm going to get you some pretties of your own, alright?". "Fine" he said. "I like the feeling of silky nylon on me." Karen was already in bed reading and as he walked in from the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in 'his' Victoria Secret pajamas and matching white high heeled mules in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Yes, he got tired of them being too long and just as she had suggested, decided to try walking in the heels and was becoming more accustomed and comfortable with them and the bottoms did hang better. Of course, he had to develop a VERY girlish walk to handle the heels with small, careful steps. Karen noticed that when he was walking away from her, she would have sworn it was another girl. 'These must be some of those subtle little changes Joyce was talking about. Fascinating and delightfully kinky too. I can't wait to see what's next.' He did a double take when passing the mirror and then thought out loud," no, that's ridiculous." "What did you say, honey?" "Nothing. I was just admiring your pajamas in the mirror." "Oh!" "They ARE pretty, aren't they, and a perfect fit on you too, well except on top of course." "You look almost as cute in them as I do" she teased." "Yes, I suppose I do", he teased back, "but I never thought of ME enjoying wearing them or thinking about being 'pretty' or liking wearing these slippers." "I'd have never believed I'd enjoy wearing sexy high heels." "They make me feel so...sensual, so naughty. It makes me feel like I'm an apprentice girl or something. It's hard to explain." "They do that for me too, Joey." "It's a nice feeling, isn't it?" "Yes, it is, and I can't believe I just said that!" "Girls do get to enjoy some nice sensations, Joe, she said. I love my sexy girl clothes and you seem to like my panties and PJs better than yours too." I've got a pair of white evening sandals that look really hot with those white PJs", she said. Maybe you'd like to try them instead. I think you may be surprised at just what you may come to enjoy." Without further comment, he pulled back the sheet and came to bed. What he didn't tell her was that what he noticed in the mirror was truly a girl without make-up with a long, full head of hair and what had to be her nipples, his tender, expanding nipples, protruding in the top of the pj set. It wasn't like he actually had little pre- pubescent breasts, was it? But there were definitely bumps there, not a hard masculine chest. He checked when he got under the covers and he rolled on his side away from Karen. Definitely! Tender bumps, too. Silk and high heels and tender bumps. Hmmm! 'Careful, Joe. You're really beginning to enjoy all this girlie stuff a little too much, aren't you? Maybe you'd like to trade places with Karen for a while!' Karen HAD been doing a lot of the same things with HIS chest lately that he did with hers and his aureole seemed to be turning softer and getting larger and ever more tender. They had gone from perhaps the size of a nickel up to the size of a half dollar. 'I wonder if all this playing and sucking on me is causing this,' he thought? 'Well, what the heck. If it feels good, enjoy it, right, and it sure does feel good!' Besides, he liked her doing that stuff to him and it DID feel good. That night before Joe was completely undressed, Karen went to her closet and brought out one of her slinkiest ankle length silk nightgowns with a fitted bodice, trimmed in soft lace. It was rose colored and she held up the pair of PJs and the gown and said, "Would you like to try something that feels quite erotic and looks VERY sexy? He did like the PJs, but the gown was just too tempting. It was fitted down to the waist and then fell into a somewhat tight skirt at the bottom. He was going to have to change the way he walked, the length of his stride in particular. He loved it on her and the idea of wearing it got him pretty excited. He knew he wouldn't fill the top though, or would he? Perhaps a little? He could feel himself begin to flush. It was just too much to resist. Joe chose the gown and, after slipping it over his head, it slithered down his body and caused him WAVES of pleasurable sensations so much so that he had an "accident" in his panties. Karen was effusive in her praise of how nice it looked on him, "even without makeup" she said. That comment did not get past him this time although he had other things on his mind at the moment. It was unlike anything he had ever worn, so slinky and sexy. 'Damn', he thought, 'even I look like a fox in this. I wonder how it would look with a little lipstick, went over to Karen's vanity, chose a rose shade and put some on with as much expertise as he could muster. Having spent so much time watching her prepare herself finally paid off. He did a credible job. His lips were a luscious, deep rose, smooth and sensual. 'What in the world made me do THAT?' "Oh, Joey, you do look hot in that with a little color in your face." He ran his hands over his developing body and he and his goose bumps came to bed. They kissed, their lipsticks blending for the first time. He rolled over and went to sleep after taking his two tranquilizers. 'Aw, what the heck,' and he took another. He fell asleep debating about the evening sandals. 'I bet they really would look hot.' The next day, Joyce called to check on Joe's progress and Karen filled her in with a rather detailed report. Joyce asked her if any of this was upsetting her and she replied, "no, actually, it's kind of fun watching all this. Kinky, but fun. I think if I don't watch it, he's going to go all girlie on me." I told you that you'd see some changes and that he would gain an appreciation for your girl stuff. I just hoped it wouldn't get too weird for you. How are his bust and butt coming and how is he feeling about all this?" "Joyce, I think he is absolutely loving it. He actually put on some lipstick last night after I gave him a choice of my slinkiest gown or the PJs and chose the right shade to go with the gown and he's gotten quite adept at manages his high heels too." "All right, said Joyce, then it's time to up his dosage but cut him back to about 23 or 24 days a month and let his body begin to cycle like ours does and see what happens. After his bosom really comes in, he may even start lactating. That should be fun in bed." "I guess I don't have to wonder what those vitamins are anymore, DO I Joyce?" "No, I think you have the picture now. What happens from now on is pretty much up to you. He doesn't have much choice in the matter. If you keep him on this therapy, he is going to definitely appreciate things from your point of view because he won't want to do anything else. He'll begin thinking like a girl too." The next morning, Joe complained to Karen that his chest had been rather sore lately and that his cotton T shirts were irritating him. Karen figured out a solution right away. "Here, honey, put on this camisole under your T shirt and that should keep the rubbing to a minimum." "Don't you think that this is pretty slinky for a guy to be wearing to work, even under his T shirt?" "Not if his nipples are tender, she said, and I can't think of any other answer at the moment. Try it today and see if it helps." "You like the panties and the gown and slippers, don't you?" "OK, I'll try it." "Oh, and by the way; as of today you need to take one more pill morning and evening." "Whatever you say, hon." 'He certainly has been agreeable lately, she thought. I wonder how he's going to feel when he can't get into a man's shirt anymore? It's a small step from a nightgown to a dress. He's getting so soft and cute looking. I wonder if he has a clue about how soft and pretty he's becoming...' It hadn't gone unnoticed that she had been playing with his chest a LOT lately, cupping his pectorals in her hands and he rather liked the sensations he was getting from it, especially when they were standing up or he was bending over her in bed and there seemed to be more there to play with. He'd been used to seeing rather firm muscle there but now it more resembled, well...Karen's bosom. In fact, when he bent over her in bed, 'they' seemed to just 'hang' there, pendulous, like the teats of a cow, waiting to be milked. Karen, never being one to pass up an opportunity, playfully nursed on his new fat deposits. And when he was laying on his side in bed (on his tummy was too painful) his pectorals just lay there one on top of the other, distended. It didn't go unnoticed either that he almost filled up her camisoles now and his nipples were always hard and showed through all his clothing if he didn't wear a jacket. But they were so hard underneath the soft pink too and so sensitive and at now only 137 pounds, he didn't think there was that much muscle on his chest. 'Maybe it's not muscle.' Come to think of it, he was looking a little soft and the chest was only part of it. His skin and his face seemed finer, less angular. He looked younger. 'Hell, admit it Joe, you're beginning to look like a damn girl and you don't even mind wearing lipstick. Why not try some blusher and eye shadow too? And you haven't had a haircut in three months.' He also wondered where the two or three hairs that had been growing there on his chest had gone. He rather liked his body hair, what there was of it, and that seemed to be somehow disappearing while his pubic hair was retreating down his tummy to a triangle like Karen's. In fact, it looked like he was getting a little tummy like Karen's too. He'd never been round there before, always flat. And, on the other hand, the hair on his head was growing thicker and faster. Now, how could a tranquilizer do that, he thought, and decided to see if he could make some 'connection.' Anyway, the camisole did help cut down on the irritation, so he decided to keep wearing one, just to cut down on the irritation, of course. 'Face it Joe. You LIKE this feminine stuff. It feels good!' So now he was wearing panties and a camisole to work and a slinky nightgown to bed. He decided that wearing a camisole the same color as his colored Ts would be a good idea and Karen got him a few in colors, all very lacy and sexy, of course, and with a little room to grow into. He could have gotten nylon T shirts he reasoned, but why bother? More savings. Joe loved saving money. He also was loving his pretty undergarments. Chapter 4 : Changes Saturday morning, he got up and looked at that image again and said to Karen, "you know, I've lost eight pounds and yet my chest and my butt seem to be a little bigger than they were. In fact", he said, "I think my chest is beginning to sag a little." Karen agreed that he looked like he has put on a little weight even though the scale said differently. Karen suggested that she take some measurements, just to make sure and went for her dress maker's tape and beginning with his thighs, worked her way up to his waist...22" thigh, 36" hips, 30" inseam and 28 inch waist. 28 INCH WAIST AND 36" HIPS? Karen, how can that be? That ab machine isn't THAT good!" Three months ago I had a 32 waist.""I had expected to get rippling abs from that thing and all I see so far is a 4" waist reduction and deep pockets on either side of a smooth set of abs like I have a layer of fat over everything. I don't mind losing a little flab from my middle though, but it's like I've got a little layer of fat that won't let my definition show", he said. "And I know that my hips were only 34 inches a couple months ago. It looks like those four inches went from my waist to my butt and chest." 'There, Joe; you've almost finally said it: bosom is the word.' "Well, Joe, you seem to be getting more out of it than I am and a real cute butt, too I might add." "Yeah, and I can barely get my jeans up over this butt and now the waist is too big on everything I own and so are all my belts and my shirts are getting tight. I even look like I may outgrow my new camisoles in a couple of months if I continue to get flabby." "Your flab is looking really cute on you Joey, she said." "You like playing with it, don't you Karen?" "Sure, why not? You play with mine. Fair's fair." "Terrific! Talk about spending money. I tell you honestly, Karen, when I look in that mirror with this gown and heels on...and his voice trailed off. "She replied, "well, you wanted some body changes or you wouldn't have started the exercises, right?" He thought to himself, 'I look like I'm getting pretty soft in spite of all our exercises. Wonder why? Might come under the heading of watch out for what you wish for.' "Yeah, but I was thinking more 'Arnold' and end up more like Christie Brinkley, especially with some lipstick. Of course, I always did think she was a fox.' ( I'm beginning to look more like Karen, if fact, I bet I could even look pretty good in her bikini and those high heeled sandals are becoming pretty appealing too. Geeze Joe, where's your head going, anyway? Do you think you might really like looking like a girl? Naw, that's not possible, is it? You like the gown and the heels, don't you? Yes and a little too much. Well?' Karen interrupted his thoughts with a sale on jeans down at the mall and promised to get him a couple pairs that fit. She took the measurements and put them in her purse. She went to Walmart the next day. Just on a whim, she went to the shoe department and picked up a pair of white, high heeled patina pumps that were a half size large for her. She looked all over the men's jeans and couldn't find a thing that lived up to Joe's new dimensions but she managed to come up with two pairs of jeans on sale and brought them home for him to try on. She put them down on the bed and he climbed out of his ill fitting ones and tried on a pair. They fit him almost like a second skin but if he got any bigger, he was going to fill them to capacity and need the next size up and there isn't much room in the crotch even though he had learned how to 'condense' his equipment. The waist was just right though and accentuated his blossoming 'figure.' "Honey, those jeans really show off that cute tush of yours. I'm impressed." "Uh...thanks." He was used to seeing a little bulge there, but with these jeans and Karen's nylon spandex panties, he could barely see it. He reasoned as how he really didn't miss the bulge that much. Karen had told him how cute his bottom looked in them and he accepted the compliment. "What size are these, anyway, he asked?" "10," she replied. "10 regular." "What do you mean 10? That's not a men's size, is it?" "No honey, but with your new dimensions, they were the only ones that measured right." "They really look good?" "Yes, Joey." "But one says 'Britannia' and the other says 'CHIC' on the label. These are girls!" "I'll cut it off, OK?" "Oh, all right. But holy cow, I'm wearing a camisole because my nipples are tender and seem to be growing and now I'm into women's jeans and panties and a sexy nightgown complete with heels and lipstick. What next, hose and heels and a dress to work?" Ignoring the comment, she replied, " Oh, and by the way Joey, I got you a couple boxes of these cute satin high rise briefs. I'm tired of having to do double duty washing on my own. I hope you don't mind." "My gawd, Karen; they have and inch of stretchy LACE at all the openings." "Well, you've been wearing MY pretty stretch lace ones, she countered." "They were the nicest ones in the store honey and usually $6 a pair. I thought you'd be grateful,' and she began to tear up a little. "Oh, I'm sorry, Karen. I know you are only trying to make me feel more comfortable and I guess there's no denying I really like the feel. Here, let me try on a pair for you." He tried on a pair and did a little pirroet for her, a move neither of them expected. They were a size six and squished his pubic area pretty good and while it wasn't like looking at Karen in a pair, he tucked himself in a little more and admired the smooth front of his crotch. He sure didn't care for the pressure it put between his legs though and for a moment wondered if there was a way he could make the jewels disappear. "Very cute tush, Joey," she commented. You could tighten up those buns some more doing one of my exercises. How about working it in tomorrow?" "Uh, yeah, sure." For a second, he found himself in a fantasy about how he'd look with the right equipment in that underwear. Geeze. Now I'm fantasizing about having a vagina. You are one sick puppy Joey.' "I like them, he said." "How do they feel?", Karen asked. "Not quite as silky as Victoria's, but still, very nice, he replied." "Then you're not mad at me?" "No." "You know Joey, you and I haven't had cross words in several months now." "Yes, I noticed that too, and I really love the way we have been getting along. I hate being so up tight with you all the time. Those tranquilizers seem to be working really well." Karen just giggled. 'Yes, they were working very well,' she thought. "What's in this other box," he asked. "Oh, just a pair of pumps they had on sale, but I think they are a little big on me. Want to try them?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Karen, these have a three inch heel too." "Well, they do look nice with your PJs or the gown and they fit too, don't they?" "As a matter of fact, they do. Perfectly. Is this a gift?" "If you want them." "Thanks. Now would you like to explain why I'm getting the hots from wearing sexy women's clothes?" "I don't know honey, maybe it has something to do with the cute changes in your body." He sat down at her vanity and looked at his reflection with the now larger bumps in the bodice of the gown and his long hair framing his softening face. He applied some lipstick and blusher and just a hint of shadow. Hmmm! Not bad.' Karen noticed, came over and said, "you know, you could look even better in these. His mind shot back to his question about how he might look after all the stuff Karen did to herself. "Here," she said, and drew his hair up into a pony tail with a Scunci (scrunchy)and before he had a chance to say anything, reached into the drawer and pulled an old pair of clip earrings and clipped them on his ears, spun him around and deftly applied some rose lip gloss over the lipstick. He did look different. Not so much Joe anymore. Maybe Jolene, but not Joe. He looked in the mirror, took the earrings off, left his hair up and came to bed. When he kissed Karen goodnight, their red, moist lips met and Joey saw little sparks. It felt good but he felt so...feminine as Karen proceeded to feel him up. The next morning, they got up and neither wanted to get up and dressed. They went down to the kitchen in their nightwear and slippers. There sat Joe on the couch reading the paper with his satin panties and PJs and high heeled slippers on curled up in the recliner. Funny, he didn't really think about it. He just went down that way. And the curling up in the chair. That was new too. Chapter 5: Nothing fits Three months had gone by. Joe's consulting work was coming in on a regular basis and they were putting money in the bank, more than they needed. However, he was now in size 10-12 jeans and praying that he was going to stop 'growing' . Nothing else fit. And there is no longer any doubt about it. Joe's once flat chest was growing to the point that Karen really had something to massage and play with there now, almost a handful. In fact, he almost filled the bodice of his nighties (he decided he liked the feel of nighties better) and , with a little makeup, was beginning to look VERY feminine, female and sexy at home and he began to worry about how feminine , female and sexy he was looking at work and on the street too. His nipples and aureole were about an inch and across and the nipples stood up now when he got aroused and Karen knew just how to do that. She was making him have all sorts of strange feelings. He now understood the pleasures he gave her with his suckling, his tongue and his hands when he caressed her breasts. He was feeling the same sensations and they were outweighing his previous excitements. He was now more than a little uncomfortable sleeping on his tummy and sleeping on his side, one side of his 'chest' rested against the other even more prominently than before. He was at the point where they had to get him a sports bra to flatten him out for work or tape him up in an Ace bandage. He opted for the bra, one a size too small. He even considered wearing a regular one at home. This thought, however, was not passed on to Karen. The sports bra made his bosom look like he had rock hard pectorals. He wore it over the camisole and under his T shirt and dress shirt and prayed the straps didn't show. (with his jacket off, they showed) but then, he was working in an office of women and they didn't seem to mind and had never mentioned it to him...yet. Now he was wearing a camisole, bra, and panties to work and when he got home, slipped on his white 3" pumps and sometimes lounged in 'his' Victoria Secret PJs or just the pumps or the high heeled white mules and jeans with a tee shirt, a rather embarrassing tee shirt without a bra. Rather indecent, actually. Karen said, "Joe, if you keep growing up there, we are going to have to take another measurement and get you into a real bra for around the house if you want to be comfortable," she said teasingly. "Those are going to need some real support. Besides, they'll be a lot cuter. You're going to be very uncomfortable without one." Joe actually blushed a very deep pink and said, "better go get the tape 'cause I think I'm already beginning to feel a little uncomfortable and I know they'd look nicer with a bra with these bouncing out in front of me, believe it or not." " I've heard of men getting something called 'gynecomastia' where they get breasts and then have them removed. I wonder if that's what I've got?" "I don't know if that's what you've got honey, but I sure enjoy them and you'll love them in a nice bra." 'And will I love them so much I'll want to keep them?' In his present mellow state, nothing seemed to bother him, not even his body appearing to take on the proportions and contours of a young woman. In fact, he was beginning to rather admire his new physique but going around the house with his chest bouncing around was a bit disconcerting to him. So maybe he actually WAS turning into a girl or a she-male or something. Maybe this had nothing to do with a disease that affected men. Maybe he LIKED having his own breasts. So maybe he didn't WANT them removed. No, he definitely did like them. Talk about erogenous zones. WOW! Karen liked them too. He could tell. 'How strange', he thought. 'Here I seem to be changing sex right before our eyes and Karen doesn't seem to mind and she acts like she just wants more.' Was it the end of the world? Karen didn't seem to mind at all. She seemed to enjoy his new 'equipment.' Karen measured his chest wall...34" and then around the fullest part, 38 inches! Then just out of curiosity, she measure his hips and thighs, 37 inches and 23 inches. He had put on 2" in both the thighs and his tush. "Oh, Joey, you are going to need at least a 34 B bra right away. Forget training or padding. And I think a suit with a skirt and heels would look absolutely darling on you now rather than one with pants and loafers" she teased. "Yeah. The way a couple of the girls at work are looking at me lately, I think they'd really enjoy that. Bet I could give them a run for their money too. Maybe we ought to go get me one.(grin)" "Karen, what is really happening here." "Joey?" "Yes?" "Are we fighting any more?" "Well...no." "Are you upset with me anymore about the time it takes for me to get dolled up to go out?" "No. Of course not. In fact I think I may even be a little jealous because you're allowed to be so cute and I'm not." "Well, that's refreshing. Do you feel good and healthy?" "Yes." "The tranqs are working then, aren't they?" "Yes, I guess so, but they are making me look, feel and even think like a GIRL for crying out loud." "Am I turning into a girl, Karen?" "I really don't know, Joey but I don't think that is really possible. Not a real girl, anyway." "You aren't attracted to men are you?" "NO! You know I'm a leg watcher. It's YOU I love. The only problem is lately I seem to be more concerned with their hair and makeup and what they're wearing and thinking about how I can improve on my looks this or that. It's really weird! They're no longer sex objects but role models." "Are we happier?" "Yes." "Then will you promise me that you will continue to take your tranquilizers without complaining about the little side effects?" You may not have to take them forever, you know." "LITTLE side effects? Is a 'B'cup little? Is liking makeup and silky clothing a LITTLE side effect?" "We know you are a male, Joe. You may not be very masculine looking or thinking anymore, but you can't have a baby. But some of us actually ENJOY being GIRLS and I am one of them. Why MIGHT you want to be a girl, Joey?" "I never said I did Karen, but lately the idea hasn't been that unappealing. I'm beginning to think that maybe this all has something to do with the way I was treating you several months ago. I'm so confused! I remember an argument we had about how long it took you to get ready and you calling me a five minute wonder. Is that where this all started?" "Who knows, maybe it did, and now maybe you have a little better appreciation from a girl's perspective and feelings." "That's part of the problem, Karen. I think I already DO know the feelings and I think I'm beginning to really enjoy looking like a girl, at least at home, and yet I'm NOT one and you don't seem to be doing anything to discourage me." "Joey, honey, if you are happier, why would I want to discourage you from being happy and apparently healthier?" "That's not the way marriage works. All of our bodies change over the years anyway. Yours is just making some rather more interesting adjustments. I don't think I'll mind unless you turn out prettier than I am." "I don't understand these changes Karen. When I see a pretty girl, I can't seem to think of what she'd be like in bed anymore but how she manages to look so good and what I could do to look more like her. What brand of foundation does she use. How does she get her eyeliner to look like that, you know? My body is changing. My mind is changing and I'm liking the changes." "Want to work on that jealousy problem, she asked?" "What do you mean?" "Sit, as she pointed to the vanity bench. And she very quickly filled in his brows, mascar'd his eyes, put a little blusher on correctly as well as a little eyeliner. "Wow!" "Still jealous?" "Not as much" was all Joey could manage! "Show me how to do that?" "Sure!" What followed was a rather basic lesson in the theory and application of makeup and Joey was a very rapt student. "Heaven help me, Karen. If it means peace and love in this house, what the hell. And alright, I admit that the silks and satin are a turn on to me now even though I seem to be having a little problem between my legs. Actually, more than a little. I seem to not only be having difficulty, but I think they're getting smaller too. Maybe I'm just acquiring an appreciation for the 'finer' things in life", and he laughed a little, nervous laugh. "And I know that my new chest would be more comfortable with the right sized bra supporting me. That damn sports bra feels like a choke collar around my boobs. MY BOOBS. Geeze." "I'm going to have to start really binding myself for work. And you don't mind me having these?" "Not really. I get pleasure from them too, you know, and I don't think you are through growing either judging by your sister." "Oh, great!" "Just the other day, one of the girls complimented me on my creamy complexion and my hair and told me I'd look cuter with some dangle earrings and a pretty blouse. It's a good thing we don't have a bunch of friendly neighbors dropping in. I'm not used to jiggling when I walk and sure don't want that to show through my shirt now, do I?" "I mean, it's not like I'm going around in a dress and and heels and actually WANTING a bra to make me look more shapely to enhance my figure, is it?" "Not yet, Joey, but you really can't appreciate the real situation we girls are in until you've walked all day in three inch heels on a hard floor with a C or D cup bouncing along out there like I do." "What do you mean, 'not yet?'" "Oh, never mind." "Yes, I mind, because I am becoming convinced I'm going to find out. I AM going to find out, aren't I?" "Maybe hon. Maybe. All right. Probably! It's in your genes and nobody can predict where you will stop." "And, now that you mention it, that is one of the things that turns me on too he said." "What's that?" "You know, the jiggle, the hips, the high heeled pumps." "Which one." Golly, Karen. Why'd you have to ask me that?" "Well?" "All of them. The whole 'girl' thing. The walk, the talk, the clothes." "So you admire nice breasts, nylons and pretty shoes and our little wiggle. What's wrong with that?" "I thought all men appreciated those things. It's one of the reasons we do it...to attract them." "Swell. Now I'm coveting clothing and actions that attract men. Just wonderful!" "You're right I guess, except, well, I have a little confession to make. Lately I've been dreaming about a girl dressed like you look when we go out. You know, sexy! She has a nice trim figure and is always in a clingy dress with her hair nicely done and pretty heels. I see her down at the mall but when she turns around to look at me...it's a girl version of ME! I never figured on needing, wanting or having the breasts or hips OR the pretty clothes or shoes. The last time I had that dream, she was wearing a black dress with a scoop neck with a red shoulder bag, red belt and beautiful red pumps with ankle straps and they must have been four inch heels. And I was jealous, Karen." "I was JEALOUS," he said again as though he couldn't believe the first time he said it and rested his head in his hands and he trembled a little. He was on the verge of crying and strangely unashamed of his emotions. "And last time I walked through K-mart, without even realizing it I found myself checking out the women's shoes in the size 8 isle." "Actually, those mules and pumps are an 8 hon, she casually remarked." I just love how they make your feet look so feminine and pretty Karen, and now I find myself thinking about how I want the same pretty feet for myself." "Am I cracking up, Karen?" Am I turning gay?" "Do you still want me as a wife, she asked?" "Yes" "Then you're not gay" "Where are we going here?" "I don't know Joey. Have you always felt this way about women's pretty lingerie, clothes and high heels?" "I'm not sure." "I was never a jock, but I never thought of myself like I have been lately, either." "Anyway, I never figured I'd get the chance to find out and now it looks like I'm not going to be able to avoid dealing with it, doesn't it? I mean, for heavens sake, that girl at the mall turns me on and I know it is really a feminine version of ME dressed to the nines and I get all kinds of fuzzy warm feelings about that." "It's beginning to look that way, Joey, unless you'd rather we return to our bickering all the time, but don't despair. It's fun being a girl and I have heard you remark about how hum drum and dull men's clothing is, haven't I?" "I sure can't deny that", he replied. "Same old stuff every day but you can't base your whole life on clothing." "If you want the truth, Joey, I don't really have all that many girlfriends. I wouldn't mind having another one really handy, a helpmate here at home", she replied. "Call her a sister or a wife. Yes, I could stand to have a wife. I think that would be fun," she giggled. She came home from the mall and found him in a pair of lounging pjs with hose and high heeled evening sandals on sitting in front of the tv reading Cosmo. "Just what do you think you are doing, Joey?" "Reading." "That's not what I meant and you know it Joanne! "I really don't know. I just got the urge and it felt right". "Are those my shoes?" Well, uh... no. I got them at Famous Brands." "Really?" "Yes. I don't know what came over me. I just walked in, found this cute pair of sandals hoping they'd fit 'cause you said I'd take an 8 , paid for them and started to leave. My heart was thumping a mile a minute so hard I thought the cashier could hear it but the cashier never batted an eye." " She probably never even looked up, Joanne." "Yes she did, and just smiled and said 'thank you for shopping at Famous Brands' and then she added, 'and think of us when you need another pair but it's best to try on sale shoes, because you can't return those" and gave me a wink. "You can step into the back room for a moment and try them." "I must have blushed three shades." "I was lucky there was nobody behind me in line. It felt like she could see into my soul and knew exactly where my head was. She nailed me." "Well, you seem to have gotten through that hurdle alright. Did you go in the back and try them on? "Well, I figured I was caught anyway so I did. The cashier even gave me a pair of peds to use. " "Good for you, girl. You might as well stay that way since I've 'caught' you anyway and out of the bedroom too. Do you realize you didn't jump up and try to hide and just owned up to this?" Joey realized she was right. He was beginning to realize he could be at ease with his feminine side and dressing this way sure was more in tune with his now fully B size bosom and burgeoning bottom. It had been over four months and he filled a size 10 completely like a second skin and the outline of his panties was clearly visible just like they were when Karen wore tight jeans. He had gotten used to the constriction of his genitals and cursed them for getting in the way of his pretty image. With some experimentation and a little pain, he found he could tuck his testes back where they came from, enhancing a smooth front to his panties. Honey, if you really feel comfortable the way you are dressed, I don't mind if you try a few other little things." "Well, Karen, I was wondering...could I maybe try sleeping in something a little cooler?" "What did you have in mind, Joey?" "Well, I kinda like that peach colored waltz gown with the spaghetti straps and the fitted bodice." "And where did you come with all the correct words for that sentence," she asked? "Probably from reading your magazines, I guess." "That sounds alright but girls don't say 'kinda' Joanne. It IS quite pretty with the ruffles at the bottom, isn't it? And I'm sure your bosom will look lovely in it. I really don't mind and you're right, gowns are cooler in the summer as are dresses instead of shorts." "In fact, I thought you might be ready to enjoy some more liberated footwear too, so I came home with a pair of red flats that will go with the shirtwaist, slacks or jeans, also this pair of gold spiked mules that look nice with a waltz or peignoir set and a pair of black patent, 3" pumps for you to try with my little basic black dress." "Maybe we can produce that girl at the mall for you." "Really, Karen?" " Really." "We are getting along so well and it seems a small price to pay for our happiness, don't you agree? I never figured on having a cross dresser for a husband, but if it makes us both happier, why fight it? I realize this may make my own mind set seem a little unusual, but I've always thought you were just a little too cute for a boy anyway so now maybe I can make a pretty girl out of you and we'll both be happier. And I've always been jealous of those eyes and lashes of yours." "For tonight, I think I'd like to see some full length hose with those heels and maybe you'd let me fix your hair a little, OK?" "OK Karen. Although I don't think many cross dressers have bosoms like mine." "No, Joey, but it certainly looks attractive on you. You're lucky I'm not the jealous type. Actually, you'd probably fall more into the 'she-male' category right now except I think most of them just have implants with working boy plumbing and yours are real and your plumbing doesn't work so well anymore." Chapter 6: Lessons in ladylike "First, however, I think we had better show you how to shave like a lady. Get undressed while I run you a nice bubble bath. And don't forget to wash and condition your hair. Here are two new razors. I don't want to find a hair on you when you come out of there except on your head and down below and shave that one to look like mine if it needs it. You do remember what it looks like, don't you?" "Yes ma'am", he said with a little giggle. "And towel off well and dust on some of that powder all over you from the pearl container on the corner shelf." "OK." As he came out of the bathroom with a big pink towel wrapped around him from his bosom down and his hair swirled up in another one, she couldn't help remarking, "My, that IS better and you smell so nice." When he came out and passed that mirror with the towel tucked between his mounds and his full hair just blow dried, he caught a glimpse of a girl. Definitely a young woman. A tingle went through him. " First, we put the garter belt waist cincher on you. OK, now take the hose and work your way down so you have a whole leg in both hands, point your toes and pull that one all the way up very gently and fasten it to the clips. Here, I'll show you how. Now, do the same with the other one. Don't be afraid to tug at the top, but be careful with your nails. We may have to get you a pair of white cotton gloves. You really need to start paying attention to your manicures. You just got lucky with that pair the other day. Those are tough but oh, so silky. I get them at J.C. Penney. Pull up your panties nice and tight. Now, tuck that little monster back as far as it will go. In fact, here, let me try something." "Hey, that hurt and besides, I already discovered how to do that.' "Well, good then, and look at all that's left to hide! Go on. Smooth yourself out more there. We don't want to see Junior on a rampage when you are getting pretty." "Where'd the jewels actually go Karen?" "Back up inside you for a while, just about in the same place they'd be if they were ovaries." "I didn't know that was possible!" "Yours aren't that big any more dear and...well, not many men would find an advantage in it but I can see you will." "Now, put your bra on like I showed you. That's it. Now adjust the straps and your breasts in the cups. Good. girl. Those look very nice, honey. Joe blushed. He realized what noun she had just used. "You should learn to be proud of those. There's no telling what size they are going to end up, but I'd look to your Mom and sister to get a clue and that it is a C or D clue, although that could take a couple years." "I think you are a little excited. Your nipples are aroused." "Now, at least while you are just sitting here at the vanity, I want you to try on your new high heels." "Just step in and pull the back up. That's it. Now stand up". " I'll fall on my face, Karen. These must be an inch higher than the ones I bought but boy, they sure make my feet look cute." You have been practicing upstairs in heels haven't you.?" "Yes." "And you have been walking all over the place in the white pumps." "These are just higher and sexier. "Don't worry. Trust me. Just put your weight on the heel normally and the ball will take most of the pressure and don't forget to put one foot in front of the other with the toes pointed forward." "That's were the sexy sway comes from. You can't stride out or splay your feet to the sides any more. Your steps won't be much longer than your foot but you're going to love it. Our walk is learned and you'll need to practice. I stopped by the video store and got a fashion show. I want you to study how the girls walk. They learn to exaggerate, but it will help you with the concept." "Well, now you are 5'11', rather statuesque. But that's OK. I'm 5'10 in mine, too. How do they feel?" "Very comfortable Karen and very sexy. I didn't think that it was possible to feel this way. And you get to do it all the time. Now I really AM jealous. I absolutely adore how I feel." It' so...different!" "You absolutely ADORE it?" Girl words are sneaking into your speech pattern Joanne. But I though you might like them. If you buy good leather shoes they mold to your foot better and they do look very pretty on your feet. You have cute girl feet with a high arch and low instep." "Have you noticed that you have been calling me 'Joanne' lately,"he said? "Well, it doesn't sound as masculine as Joe and you certainly don't look like the Joe I married now, do you?" "Guess not!" "I don't FEEL or think like him either." "I feel, I don't know...exited, somehow transformed into another world. It's eerie! I'm me, I think, but it's like I've been let loose in the candy store." "You'll get used to it. It's a light, airy, lovely and sensuous candy store too." "Now, turn around and sit down so I can do a few little things here. The hot rollers are ready and you are going to get your first styling even though we should see about getting you a haircut at the salon, maybe even a perm. Now watch what I'm doing here. I'm not always going to be available to be your personal hair dresser. You can run around the house with your pony tail at your crown like any other girl or just let it fall and frame your face and then put it back to the nape of your neck at work. In fact, I've just had an inspiration about a French braid that would look cute on you from the crown back. It will end up about the nape of your neck. It's a good thing you haven't had your hair cut since you started on your tranquilizers. We'll try that tomorrow. It'll look really cute with a bow at the end. Let's get you all rolled up in the hot rollers." "Now that they are in and working, lets look at a few things here, Karen said. OK. Turn around. I don't want you to see this until I'm finished. First, we take a few of these lower hairs from the brows. Don't worry, just a few stragglers. Your customers aren't going to notice anything stranger than what they've BEEN seeing. You have been going to work looking very androgynous lately anyway, Joanne. Just a few more tweaks and you'll blow their minds." "Well, now that you mention it, some of the girls have begun treating me like one of them. They don't hush up around me like they used to and they talk to me a lot more." "I'm not surprised. You're getting too cute for your own good and they don't see you as a guy on the make anymore. You're becoming a part of their peer group." "Hmmm! Alright. For tonight just a little blusher and lip gloss. "That tastes good." "My Loreal lipstick tastes better and is much sexier and creamier. Would you like to try some? What you've tried before is a cheaper brand." "It'll wash off, right?" "Mine does, (mostly) unless you want to use some of the newer ones that stay on like glue and I don't think you are quite ready for that yet!" "I'm NEVER going to ready for indelible lipstick. I'm a male, Karen." "From what I am seeing Joanne honey, you may have been born one but that may be up for a little debate after a while." "Yes, I guess I see what you mean. Real he men don't go for this stuff and find themselves liking it, do they?" 'But she-males do', he thought to himself with a little smile. It was a rhetorical question anyway. "OK. Now, lay your head back a little. First I'm going to outline a little and then fill in and after that you can smooch your lips together to seal everything