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DANCER by Jacki Pett This was absurd. They had made him get out there and audition every day now, for a week. He was obviously better than the rest of these awkward excuses for dancers. They were amateurs compared to him. He was the best they had, man or woman. Why did they waste his time like this? He had better things to do. Brian had quite an ego. He was elated to have finally made it to the stages of San Francisco and was looking forward to landing the part. He was sure to get it, he felt. He had done Chorus Line in little theater back home, just last year, and the local critics had raved about his performance. In actuality, they had raved about the overall performance without mentioning Brian in particular. Brian was ambitious but his aspirations weren't restricted to just dancing. He had only gotten into town last week, for the audition, and had he had already scored big, with a local dealer. He was ready to go into business for himself. He was amazed at how easy it had been to score here. There was a dealer on every corner. Back home, in his little hick town in Ohio, there were only a couple of people who had crack to sell. San Francisco was more like a supermarket. The day's auditions were winding down. The week had started with almost 300 people trying out for the four male and four female parts. By today, Friday, there were only twenty dancers left. He stood left of center stage, with the rest of the young men, waiting for the girls to finish their final number. Brian stood apart from them. He was tired of the small talk and had shut off most attempts at casual conversation by the other guys. Brian saw most of them as fags and he didn't want anything to do with any of them. He was rather blunt when it came to getting his point across and it was the easiest way to get them to leave him alone. He was very quick with a barb. The girls finished their number. They stood, lined up, at center stage, facing out towards the large gallery. Sweat was dripping from their faces as their chests heaved, still catching their breath. The director sat out in the gallery, discussing in whispers with the choreographer, which of the ten talented girls would get the four parts. One by one he thanked the young women he had not selected. None of them broke down as he told them how good they were but... The tension rose as their numbers dwindled. Brian didn't always agree with the director in his selections but in the case of one of the disappointed girls, he couldn't help but point out to her as she collected her things, "I told you you were wasting your time." Cathy was sick of him. Sick of his attitude. She ignored him. The smug jerk was obnoxious. He wasn't even that great a dancer but he certainly thought he was. He was a little guy, a good two inches shorter that any of the other young men. He would stand out among them. Cathy was sure he was one of those guys who was insecure about his size and had an attitude because of it. She had been struggling for two years to get into a show here. Then this guy walks in and thinks they should give him a part, just on his weak credentials alone. She would have liked to hang around just to see his face when he didn't get the part, but she had to get to work. She was late already. It was time for the men. He lined up with them across the front of the stage. Brian stood there confidently, waiting to hear his name. Brian was the first one excused. He couldn't believe it. How could they be so ignorant? He was outraged, "You wouldn't know talent if you saw it." He blasted out at the director and choreographer. He turned to the other dancers, who still waited for their verdicts, "There isn't one of you who knows the first thing about serious dance." Brian stormed off the stage, grabbing his duffel bag, he stomped out of the theater. They had seen his type before. When he was gone, it was back to business. His name wouldn't be forgotten though and it was unlikely he would find work on San Francisco's stages anytime soon. He was so angry he had forgotten to put his sweats on over his tights. It was cold out and being overheated and sweating didn't help. Brian was too mad to care. He headed for his hotel. It was only a few blocks up, so he walked instead of grabbing a cab. He didn't have the money if had wanted to grab a cab. Every dime he had was tied up in the white powder back in his room. He wasn't worried, by tonight he'd have plenty of money, even after he paid back the guy he got the crack from. He'd get out and start to sell it as soon as he showered and changed. He couldn't get over how much he hated those people back at the theater. He walked through the run down lobby, looking with contempt at the derelicts that hung out there. He thought to himself that tomorrow he'd go and find himself a better place to stay. The elevator didn't work so he walked up the four flights of stairs to his room. He reached for his key and put it in the lock. The door wasn't locked. Brian wasn't stupid. He knew that there might be someone in his room. He also knew he couldn't call for help. If the police came and found what he had stashed there, he would be in jail so fast his head would spin. He opened the door slowly and quietly, just enough to see inside. There was only the one room and a bath. The room was small, he could see the room was empty. So was the bathroom. He went straight for the crack he had hidden in the toilet tank. It was gone. Now, Brian panicked. He had given the dealer every dime he had last night. He still owed him $3000.00 and he expected it tonight. That would have been plenty of time to sell it off in this town and it had seemed like a great deal at the time. Now what would he do. It was simple, he would go and tell him that he needed a little more time. Cathy finished work at the shelter and met Mary at the gym. Mary closed the shop early. It had been a terribly busy week and she was tired. It was her place so she could do whatever she wanted. They did a full hour of aerobics, showered and headed for the market. Friday was their night to do grocery shopping. They were health food fanatics. It was after seven when they finally got home with their groceries. "You don't get more time." The swarthy little man told him. "I get the money tonight or you don't see morning. It's that simple." The dealer didn't get excited. That was just how it was. "My friend here," He turned and nodded to a middle aged, balding man in jeans and a pullover. He looked as if he'd just as soon kill Brian now, as later. "Will go with you while you get it together." Brian was in deep shit and he knew it. The sweat was running down his back. "We'll need to stop at my place and get the stuff." "No problem." Said the little man. "Pete will drive you." Brian had to think of something. He'd have to lose the guy between here and his apartments. Then he'd have to get out of town, fast. There was no way to do anything while the guy was driving. On the street in front of his hotel, or in the lobby, was too crowded. Brian went up the stairs ahead of the man. They were on the last flight of stairs, near the top, when Brian stopped abruptly and lunged back, sending Pete, tumbling backwards down the stairs. He didn't move when he landed at the bottom. Brian assumed he was either unconscious or dead. Either was fine with him. No one had seen what had happened and it would be in his favor if the guy was dead. Brian went in his room to gather up his things, quickly. He was going to have to leave San Francisco tonight. Brian was just finishing throwing his things in his bag when Pete appeared at his open door. He looked menacing with the knife in his hand. "That was a very stupid thing to do kid." He started for Brian. The only thing Brian had at hand was the duffel bag he had been packing. Brian swung it up, off the bed, at him. He knocked him off balance and into the dresser. The bag was impaled on the knife but Brian wasn't worried his clothes at the moment, he took off running, out the door and down the stairs. It only took Pete a moment to recover and start after the long haired punk. They ran, sometimes leaping down three or four steps at a time, down the four flights of stairs and out through the lobby, onto the street. The thug was only twenty feet behind when he hit the street. Brian was in great shape and was widening the gap, even as they weaved around people on the sidewalk as they ran. Brian came to a corner and, almost without slowing, made the turn. He was going too fast and he didn't see it until it was too late. He ran directly into a side of a panel truck. His head hit the street hard, he was stunned. There was no one nearby and he just lay there on the sidewalk. No one came to his aid. The thug turned the corner and was surprised to see him laid out on the sidewalk. With a smug look on his face, he extended his hand to help the kid up. Brian was still groggy and off balance when the guy started to beat on him, brutally. Pete wanted to really hurt the kid for what he did to him before he shoved the blade into him. He didn't like being pushed down a flight of stairs. Pete was on the verge of pulling the knife out when he heard yelling. Three men were rushing toward them. Pete knew he couldn't kill him in front of people, in broad daylight. He gave Brian one last shot to his stomach, then he smashed his head against the sidewalk and walked away. He would watch where he was taken and finish the job later. "God, why do the have to do this to us?" Said John, as he knelt down to help the young man who was barely conscious. "They just get their kicks from bashing us." Answered Derick. "We better take him to Kim's. She'll take care of him." As he said it, John and Danny were lifting him to his feet. They put his limp arms around their shoulders and started toward their friend's apartment. The three assumed that what they had witnessed was another gay bashing. Derick had had first hand experience with straights before. They walked him the two blocks and took him up the flight of stairs to Kim's place. The girl that answered the door was appalled at the sight of the him. Kim was a very compassionate person and no one deserved to be beaten this way. "Bring him in and put him on the couch." Kim worked for a doctor. She was a registered nurse. After she made a preliminary examination she determined that his worst injury was a serious concussion. "Leave him with me. I'll look after him." This wasn't the first gay she had helped. It seemed to her that they should stick together and help each other, the gays and the lesbians. Her friends were not as compassionate and understanding. She would have a tough time explaining to her roommates why there was a gay man in the apartment. They had very little tolerance for them. There was a bang on the heavy metal door, a little after seven. "Come on, let us in. These bags are heavy." Kim opened the door for her roommates. Cathy and Mary headed straight for the kitchen with their packages. They didn't even glance into the living room. Kim was not anxious to tell them they had a guest for the night, on the couch. Cathy and Kim started dinner and Mary went to change. Brian drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain killers Kim had given him left him weak and disoriented. Mary, coming out of her bedroom, spotted the man on the couch. "Who the hell is this? Kim!" She called out. The others came quickly. "Oh my God. It's him." Said Cathy with contempt. She recognized Brian immediately. "Who?" Asked Mary. "The one I told you about from the audition. The conceited asshole." Cathy had told Mary about her not getting the part. She had related to Kim and Mary the story of this jerk and how much she hated him. Now he was here, in their apartment? Cathy turned to Kim. "How did he get here?" "Some friends of his brought him. He was beaten up pretty badly by some straights, out Gay bashing." Kim explained. "They just won't leave them alone." Contempt turned to disgust. "You mean he's gay as well as a shit." Cathy looked down on him with newfound hatred. Mary agreed with Cathy. Cathy told Kim and Mary what had transpired earlier that day, at the theater. "If I had known, Cathy, I wouldn't have let them leave him here. I'm sorry." Now, Kim had no use for him either. Brian opened his eyes. Still groggy and confused, he didn't recognize recognized Cathy. "Please help me! They want to kill me." A little surprised, Cathy asked, "Who wants to kill you." He had to think for a moment. "The dealer....the drug dealer I stiffed." He had trouble organizing his thoughts. "Will you hide me, please?" He pleaded. "A dealer? What's he got to do with a dealer?" Kim asked of no one in particular. He was still conscious. "What kind of dealer?" She asked him. "Crack. I...I bought...I bought some to sell. It was stolen from my room and now he's looking for me. To kill me." Brian slipped away again for a moment. "He's a dealer!" Mary said, angrily. Kim was contemplating what to do with him. "I say we just put him out on the street. Let them have him." Cathy had a better idea. She shook him awake. "You want us to help you?" "Yes, please!" Brian begged. He barely held onto consciousness. "We'll hide you but you'll have to do whatever we tell you to." Cathy told him. He could only nod. He slipped away again. "Are you crazy Cathy?" They said almost in unison. "I won't have anything to do with him." Said Mary. Cathy smiled at them. "I have this perfectly wonderful idea. We'll disguise him so no one will know him, not even his mother." Cathy laid out her plan for them. They loved it. They stripped him and found him different clothes to wear. In his condition, it wasn't easy to get him dressed. It was fortunate he was a dancer. He was very slender and they were able to find things to fit him. When they were done, they propped him up on the couch so he was sitting. The three girls looked him over and decided they approved of the job they had done on him. He was now wearing a pair of iridescent lime green nylon shorts with a matching tight crop top. Mary had stuffed the bra underneath with socks. Cathy took out his ponytail and brushed his hair. They let his long straight black hair hang free. "What are you doing?" He regained consciousness as they sat looking at him. "You said you wanted our help." Cathy answered contemptuously. His vision was very fuzzy and he had a terrible headache. He looked down at the shorts and top with his phony tits. "These are girl's clothes?" He was very uncomfortable. "It's a disguise. So we can take you where we can fix it so no one will know you. If you don't want our help, we can just forget it and put you back on the street." Cathy would be equally satisfied with that. "No, I'm sorry. Whatever you say." He knew he'd be dead in an hour out there. Especially in his condition. He let them help him up. It was dark out and no one noticed anything unusual as they helped him into Kim's car. Even Pete, who had been watching the doorway since he saw the gays take Brian in there, saw only four girls come out. He had seen the two go in earlier. The other two must have been in there a while. He watched the car drive off. He would wait. His boss promised to send him help when he called him a little while ago. The man wasn't happy and he wanted his money back. As far as he was concerned, Pete had screwed up. Kim parked in the rear of the offices. She used her key to open the back door. It took all three of them to bring Brian in. The additional pain killers Kim had given him just before they left the apartment had left him quite amiable but harder to move. They put him up on a gurney. He just lay there, he was out. Cathy and Mary got off the top and bra. "This should do the trick." Said Kim as she filled a large syringe from a bottle she took from a cabinet. "What's that?" Mary asked. "It's a solution that the Doctors been experimenting with. It's a muscle stimulant. It actually irritates the muscle tissue, causing it to expand. He's tried it on a few women after they had mastectomies." "Well, let's try it." Cathy was anxious. She wasn't at all satisfied with the way Brian looked. Kim added, "We don't know how long it lasts." "You mean it might go down too fast?" Asked Mary. "Well, actually the problem is, the two volunteers we've injected so far haven't lost any of the swelling yet and it's been over three months." Kim really had no idea how long it would take for it to go down or what the silicone's effect with it might be. Mary wanted to know, "Will it hurt him?" Kim was quite sure, "No, he just may have a very lovely chest for a while." "Do it." Said Cathy. He deserved it. She didn't care how long it lasted. Kim and Mary saw the determination on her face. Kim gave him the injections. "It will be a while before it works. It takes a few hours to cause the swelling." Kim took a second bottle from the cabinet and filled another large syringe. "This will help round out his breasts. It adheres to the muscle tissues and will make them appear and feel more natural than the muscle tissue alone." Kim injected it into Brian's left breast and emptied the large syringe of the thick fluid, carefully. Kim had done this several times in the past. She was very skillful with the needle. Kim had expected him to react to having the fluid pumped into him, but in his condition, he apparently felt nothing. She refilled the syringe and injected a second large dose in the same breast. An equal amount went into his right side. Kim looked down at the result with the others. The gelose mass had no form. They were disappointed. "Be patient. When his muscles expand he'll look great." Kim told them. Brian awoke to the prick of the needles. His head was still swimming. "What's happening?" His chest hurt. Kim gave him a fresh shot of pain killer. It didn't knock him out, but he was not capable of resisting what they were doing to him. They rolled him over and removed the shorts. "His ass is too small." Cathy wanted it fuller, more like a girl's. Kim decided the muscle stimulant would leave him too lumpy because it probably wouldn't distribute evenly over the larger areas. The experimental solution was a better idea. Brian just lay there. He wondered what they were doing to him. He felt each and every needle as they injected tiny amounts of the fluid evenly over the area of his buttocks. He felt a tingling sensation. He was too groggy from the last shot of pain killers to ask what was happening. All he could do was lay there. Satisfied, they rolled him over on his back again. Kim went to get what they needed for the next step. The Doctor, a renown plastic surgeon, had developed a synthetic, second skin, to be used to cover areas of the body that were badly burned. Like a highly sophisticated band aid it allowed the patient to function while he healed. It was very similar in texture and appearance as real skin and once stitched in place was almost undetectable. It took Kim a few moments to find exactly what she was looking for. She showed it to Mary and Cathy. "What do you think?" They marveled at it. Kim had picked out a swatch that was covered with synthetic hair that matched Brian's perfectly. Kim had worked with her Doctor many times in surgery and was familiar with the technique for making almost invisible stitches. Before she sewed it on him, over his penis and testicles she applied cold water to shrink him as much as possible. She shoved his testicles as far up as she could and, using a special surgical glue, made sure they wouldn't drop. Using the same procedure, she folded his little limp penis inside itself, leaving just the tip exposed. The glue would hold it up, inside him. She made a small hole in the synthetic skin after she had trimmed it to fit Brian. Using the glue, she secured the head of his penis to the inside of the cover, at the hole. Kim coated the edge of cover with the glue and placed it so that it would cover him and look completely natural. It took her almost an hour to then stitch it in place. There was no way Brian would be able to take it off himself. Even if he found all the stitches, the glue would hold it in place until the correct solution was used to dissolve it. There was also no fear that he might get excited and a hardon would tear it off. With the position his penis was in, the glue on his penis would bring him pain if he started to get hard. It wouldn't allow a erection. He looked completely natural, even naked. Someone would have to get down on their hands and knees to examine him to see that he had no vagina. He would even have to go to the bathroom like a girl, through the tiny hole his penis was attached to. They were all satisfied. There was nothing else to be done here. They cleaned up and took Brian home. It was about nine thirty when they got back to the apartment. Pete figured they must have gone out for a drink. The dark haired one was smashed. The other three had to help her in the door. It was a shame they were all lesbians. They were good looking. Pete hadn't spent the whole time just standing there. He had asked around, trying to learn what he could about the girls, as he watched the door to the building. No one seemed to know anything about them, or if they did, they weren't volunteering anything. Brian was in a lot of pain. He didn't know what they had done to him. They took him to the bathroom. He was almost busting out of the little bra he was wearing. His chest had swollen considerably as well as his bottom. It hurt him to sit. The shorts had fit loosely when they first put them on him but now he filled them out. "I have a few things at the shop I want to get him." Mary told the others. "Can you handle him for a little while?" "Sure, go ahead." Cathy and Kim knew he would be groggy for quite a while and they had plenty to keep them busy. They started by having Kim heat up wax and reshape his eyebrows. He hardly reacted when she tore the hair out by the roots. The painkillers were still doing their job. He would occasionally mumble something unintelligible but he didn't resist them at all. They were sure that he didn't even know what was going on. Next they put him in the bathtub and applied the hair remover they picked up on the way back to the apartment. They concluded, by his skin coloring, that he was at least part Indian. There was very little hair on his body. Even his face showed hardly any sign that he had facial hair. That would be to their advantage. Cathy washed his hair and gave him a perm while they had him propped up in the tub. His normally long straight hair looked terrific when she dried and brushed it out. The soft perm gave Brian a head full of curly waves. Cathy used gel to give his hair lift and a fuller look. They sat him on the toilet for Kim to do his makeup. When she was done she noticed that he had a hole for an earring in one ear. Kim proceeded to pierce his other one with a sterilized needle. Mary had returned with a small bag of things for him and when Kim was done they all stood back to admire their efforts. They were more than satisfied. He made a very convincing girl. He was wearing them out. Moving him was difficult. It took all three of them to put him in the sexy little pink nightie and panties that Mary brought home with her. "He looks so sweet laying there." Kim commented. "I can't believe how well the injections worked. He must be a 36c and he has a great ass." Mary was delighted with him. He looked completely feminine. No one would recognize him. He could pass for a girl under almost any circumstances. They had put him in the bed in the spare room. It was the only room they could lock from the outside. The door was heavy enough that he couldn't break it down even if he had the strength. The only window opened onto the alley in back and it had bars on it to keep burglars out. Once they were satisfied he was out for the night, safely locked away, they settled down in the living room. "Any ideas for what we do with him next?" Asked Cathy. She had a few of her own. Mary was the first to volunteer a thought. "I'd like to take him out and show him to a few of our friends. They get quite a thrill from him. Can you just imagine what Betty would like to do with him?" Betty was bisexual and she hated gay men as much, if not more, than Mary and Cathy. She was also a lot more kinky than they were. Both Cathy's and Kim's imagination went wild at the thought. Kim had another idea. "I've always wanted a personal maid." She said with a wicked little smile. The others liked that idea too. "I want to completely humiliate him. I want to dress him up and pass him off in public and such a way that he'll forever think twice about putting down anyone again. "Why can't we do all those things?" Mary couldn't see why not. Kim reminded them. "That will probably cost us a few bucks. I don't have a lot of extra money." "None of us do." Said Cathy. "I'm sure were can get at least a thousand for these." She held out her hand and showed Kim and Mary the jewelry she had taken from Brian when they changed his clothes to take him out earlier. "That will help." Said Kim, relieved. "I have all the clothes we'll need at the consignment shop. Some of the outfits I get in are pretty outrageous." Mary knew she could outfit him the way they wanted to at no real cost. She did own the shop. "Perfect." Said Cathy. This would be even easier than she thought. "Tomorrow we start to teach our new girl what it's like to be a ladies maid." "I already have her outfit." Mary reached into her bag and pulled out the costume she had grabbed at the shop. She had had the same thought as Kim. The little black outfit with the white lace trim and apron would look just perfect on him. She had gotten his shoe size and brought heals to match. "There are just two more things to do." Kim and Mary looked at Cathy questioningly. Cathy got out the polaroid and went into the storeroom. She came out with several good pictures of Brian. "For blackmail. Just in case he might think he doesn't have to do what we tell him to. I'll explain that these will go up around town with his name on it. The people who are looking for him won't have any trouble finding him." They agreed that would work. "What's the other thing?" Asked Kim. First thing in the morning, after I visit the pawn shop, we get new locks on all the doors. Including the closets. I don't want him to find anything he can safely cover himself up in and escape. Everything, all our clothes get locked up. He'll wear only what we want him to." Cathy had another thought. "I saw a shock device advertised. I'm going to get us each one, just to be safe." It was almost midnight. On her way to bed, Mary gathered up all of Brian's old things, including his wallet, and after taking everything they might need, put it all out in the trash. When Cathy got back in the morning, around ten, the locksmith was just finishing up. All the locks they wanted were in place. Cathy showed Kim and Mary how to use the devices. The salesman had instructed her. There were three settings. The lowest was similar to sticking your finger in a light socket. He would pull back quickly. The highest would knock him unconscious. Kim and Mary set theirs in the middle position while Cathy kept hers on the highest. Brian woke up slowly. His first sense of reality was the small dark room he found himself. His second realization was how different he felt. The pain from the night before had diminished to the point where he was merely uncomfortable. He didn't have to touch himself to know what was on his chest. He could feel them move as he rolled over from his stomach to his back. He explored through the nightie that he found he was wearing. He touched his new breasts. They felt real, soft and pliable. His heart was in his throat. He didn't understand. He remembered little of the night before. Just short flashes of what had taken place since the beating. He felt the difference in his ass too. He got off the bed and stood up. It was much larger, fuller. When he stood, he felt odd around his crotch. His hand did not find what he expected to. In panic, he pulled off the nightie and panties. It was when the nightie came over his head that he realized that his hair was different. It was all curly. He looked at himself as best he could without a mirror. Brian lost control of himself and threw up. He was on his knees, naked when the dry heaves finally stopped. Anger replaced the feeling of panic. The nausea passed. He went over to the door and pounded on it. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" He heard people on the other side but there was no answer. They had decided to ignore him until they were ready. They were still rearranging things. They still had the kitchen to take care of. They had to remove all the sharp objects to a safe place. Tired of pounding on the door, he decided to look around the room. Maybe he could find something better to wear that the thing he had slept in, he did not like the idea of having to put that back on. The closet was empty. The odds and ends of furniture were also empty. There was nothing. A glass of water stood on the nightstand by the bed. He was very thirsty. Brian sat on the bed, thinking for a while. He didn't want to be naked like he was, if someone came in. It would be too embarrassing. He put the clothes back on. He debated what he would do when the door finally opened. He knew that there had only been the three girls the night before. He could easily force them to do what he wanted. He was still stronger than they were. He waited. It had been a half hour since the pounding on the door stopped. They were ready for him. If he hadn't drunk the glass of water with the tranquilizer in it, they were still ready. Cathy unlocked the door and stood back. Cathy, Kim and Mary formed a semi circle and waited. Brian looked around the door, hiding behind it. There were three, as he remembered. He looked them over. The one on the left was a brunette with shoulder length hair that framed a pixie face. Her green eyes were startling. She was about 5' 4" and had a nice shape. Not too formidable. He recognized what he thought was fear in Kim's eyes. The one standing next to her was a little taller but just as frail looking. She had long, dirty blonde hair, that lay on her shoulders. She was pretty too but in a more rugged way. There was no fear there, in her brown eyes. Mary was looking forward to this. Brian's stare was drawn to the eyes of the third girl. He looked at the blond with the short cropped hair and the deepest blue eyes for a moment before he recognized her. "You, you did this to me? You bitch." His tone was more threatening than he had the strength to back up. He felt weak as he came around the door toward Cathy. He wanted to wring her neck but he hardly had the strength to walk. Cathy and the others smiled. He drank the water. As he came toward her, his breasts bounding under the nighty, Cathy just stepped aside. Brian fell forward. They all turned toward him and gathered around him, taking care to keep a few feet between them and him. Brian lay on the floor sobbing. He realized how futile his efforts were. Cathy was the first to speak. "So, how's our girl this morning?" Brian lashed out an arm at her. She just took a step back. "What have you done to me?" Came through his tears. "We've rescued you." Said Mary, with a condescending smile. Kim couldn't resist. "You look much better than you used to Honey." Kim turned to the others and said tauntingly. "She's going to make a lovely maid." Brian heard but didn't understand. "I'm not anybody's maid or anything else. And I'm not your Honey." He managed to stop crying. "I'm not staying here. I'm leaving." He struggled to his feet and, very wobbly, started toward the locked door. Cathy taunted him. "You can leave if you want to but you might look a little funny walking down the street like that." He had forgotten for a moment what he looked like and what he was wearing. "Where are my clothes?" He demanded somewhat less than convincingly. Cathy looked at him very seriously. "Gone. We threw them out." The thought of it made him almost sick but he would go anyway. He moved toward the door again. Cathy stepped in front of him and held out a picture for him to see. It was one of the ones she had taken last night. It showed him lying on his back in the nightie. It was an excellent shot of his face, and even with the makeup you could tell it was him. Especially with what was written under the picture, 'Are you looking for this man. His name is Brian Downs. He's a drug dealer. Call 666-7235 for information." Brian's eyes went wide. "What is this?" "This is one of a dozen photos that we'll put up all over this part of town." Cathy said with a poker face. It could easily be done. Brian fell into a chair by the window. His head in his hands. "Good, now you understand." Cathy sat in the chair across from him. Kim and Mary sat on the couch to his right. Cathy smiled, "I agree with you Kim, she'll make a charming maid." Her stare was still locked on him. He understood blackmail when he heard it but he wasn't about to give in to this and they couldn't make him. "You can forget it bitch." Cathy looked to Mary and nodded. Mary got up and walked over next to the chair where Brian sat. He looked up at her. "You will do what ever we want you to Honey." Mary told him just before she touched the device to his bare arm. His heart skipped a beat. His body pressed back against the chair and his kidneys let loose. It hurt, badly. Brian began to understand why they appeared to be so confident. They all watched him urinate in his panties, satisfied that they got the point across. "You can start by cleaning up that chair." It dawned on Cathy as she said it and she turned to her friends. "We need to have a name for out new maid. Brian will never do." She looked back to the man as she asked Kim, "What name do you like Kim?" Kim thought for a minute. "How about Christy?" "That sounds nice and feminine, Kim. Any other ideas Mary?" Cathy was watching him squirm. His head resting in his hands. "I always liked Tammy." Mary was enjoying this. She was watching him too. She could see the humiliated look on his face as they treated him like an object instead of a person, talking about him as though he wasn't even there. "I like Kim's name for her." Cathy agreed. Mary didn't really care. She would go along with whatever the others wanted. "Sounds ok." She turned to the man. "Go in the bathroom Christy. Under the sink you'll find what you need to clean up after yourself." This was fun. Brian did not get up immediately. Kim wanted her turn. She got up and went over to him. She squatted down on the side of his chair. "Christy, when we tell you to do something we mean immediately." She zapped him again. Brian thought his heart stopped. The sweat was pouring off him as he struggled to stand. Between the electric shocks and the drugs he was barely able to walk to the bathroom. Cathy followed him. "You can change out of those messy things after you finish cleaning up the chair." She realized, as she walked behind him, that he did more than just wet himself. Brian cleaned the chair under their watchful eyes. "Now we'll go in the bathroom and you can wash your things out. Then we'll get you changed and you can start in on your chores." Mary watched and told him what to do. Cathy brought his new little uniform into the bathroom and the three of them watched him change. The white lace panties went on first. Kim had done an excellent job on his ass. The panties looked just like they should on a girl, with no lumps to distort their smooth lines. Next came the stockings and garter belt. He had trouble with the garter belt but they guided him through, telling him what to do. Their zappers were ready and in sight. Next came the little uniform. It was snug on him but it fit. If he had been anything but a dancer he would never have gotten into it. The top was tight on his new breasts. They barely fit and pushed up in the built in bra. He had the nicest cleavage. They showed him how to fix his hair and then add the finishing touch, his little maids cap. He had messed up his makeup while he slept and, with zappers at the ready, Kim had him wash off the old and she guided him, teaching him how to apply it himself. The foundation was first, then eyeshadow followed by eyeliner and mascara. She guided him as he penciled in nicely curved eyebrows. He already had prominent cheekbones and the blush highlighted them nicely. He had to make two attempts with the red lipliner. He pouted his lips, just as Kim showed him to, when he applied his lipstick. He hated the way he looked in the mirror. The girls were pleasantly surprised. The liked the way it made him look. Brian was cooperative, for now. He had felt the sting twice, he didn't want to feel it again. His time would come. The let him look in the mirror for the first time and they watched his reaction. He stood there in the little outfit, all made up. The little skirt did not cover the straps from the garter belt or the frilly tops of the stockings. It didn't completely cover his swollen ass either. It showed rather conspicuously. His breasts were trying to pop out of the top of the uniform. He wasn't sure if it was the makeup they used on him or whether they had done something to his face too. He looked ridiculous, but as feminine as the empty headed girls he used to pursue. The finishing touch was the black heals they made him wear. He tripped and stumbled around the apartment all morning in them but they wouldn't allow him to take them off, even when he scrubbed floors. One of them was with him all through the day as he cleaned the entire apartment. They started him with the bathrooms, there were three. He had to scrub the tub, the shower walls and the floor. He cleaned the toilets, sinks and mirrors. Even the walls were scrubbed. The bedrooms were next. Any clothes the girls had left out had to be folded and put away. Beds were made. He dusted and vacuumed. All three girls thoroughly enjoyed watching and pointing out the little things they each wanted done. His feet were killing him in the three inch heals. He hadn't gotten over feeling ridiculous in the little maids uniform. He was allowed to have lunch, but only after he made theirs and cleaned up after them. Soup and grilled cheese. The little glass of milk tasted funny but he drank it. It was the same bottle that they drank out of. He didn't see Kim drop in the half of a Valium table. She went back to the office and got a supply that morning, while Brian had been occupied. After lunch he completely cleaned the kitchen. Floors, walls, stove and even the oven. It took him all afternoon to do it, to each of their satisfaction. He was exhausted and they wanted him to make their dinner. Cathy showed Brian her zapper when he objected. He had to get himself up off the floor. They wouldn't help him. They had their dinner and their maid got what was left over after he did the dishes and cleaned the table. He was allowed to eat at the counter. He would be give the Valium with each meal without his knowledge. It kept him much calmer and pliable. After dinner he did laundry. He hand washed all their delicates and hung them in their respective bathrooms. He hated it but he had no choice. Kim watched while he did the rest of the laundry. He folded and put away everything that didn't need to be ironed. After they showed him how, they made themselves comfortable and he stood at the ironing board. There was a lot of ironing to do in a house with three girls. Now his feet were really in pain. Kim zapped him when he ruined one of her blouses. He was very careful after that. It was midnight when he finished it all. Kim had already gone to bed. "You may go and shower now Christy." Cathy told him. All he really wanted to do was to get out of the outfit and fall in bed. Mary kept an eye on him as he showered and washed his hair. She showed him how to dry it and then how to tie it back to sleep in. Cathy brought him a satin nightshirt and matching tap pants to sleep in. Another item Mary had picked up from the shop. This outfit was better than what he had to sleep in the night before. Brian feel asleep with almost no problem. As tired as he was he probably didn't need the drug. The only trouble he had was getting comfortable. No matter which way he turned he was reminded of his new breasts and ass. They had sat and discussed what to do with him today. A couple of the ideas they agreed on would have to wait until Monday. What they had in mind for today would be fun too. Cathy woke him at eight. "Good morning Christie." She shook his shoulder. He woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the girl. He didn't immediately remember everything. One look at her and it came back instantly. "What do you want from me?" His tone was belligerent. "Now that's no way to behave when we first wake up Christy." Cathy expected his attitude. "My name is Brain, not CHRISTY!" He felt stronger this morning. "You're name is whatever I say it is Honey and I say it's Christy." She pulled her hand from her pocket. It held her zapper. Brian didn't say anything else. "That's better. Now, I want you to get up and take care of yourself in the bathroom. Brush your hair and put on your makeup. We're going to the beach this morning and you're coming with us." She was in command and her voice reflected it. "Put this on before you come out." Cathy handed him a two piece bathing suit. A very skimpy one. "I'm not going to wear that." He held up the little white bikini. "You can and you will." Cathy held out the zapper. "Ok, ok. I'll wear it." He said dejectedly. What else could he do? They were waiting when he came out of the bathroom. They were delighted with the way he looked. "Christy, you look fantastic in that." Mary couldn't help but see he was busting out of it. Most of the girls she knew wouldn't have the nerve to wear that suit. Kim was shocked but didn't say anything. She just stared at him. Cathy was very cool about it. "You forgot your eyeliner. Now go back and put it on like we showed you." Brian took a deep breath and turned around and went back in the bathroom. When he came back he had finished correctly. Even the red lipstick. Cathy handed him a flowered print sarong to cover the tiny low cut bottom of the suit. He had trouble putting it on and she helped him. They let him have a quick breakfast before they rushed him out the door. They had to walk down the street to Kim's car. Brian was looking for a way to escape when he spotted the figure watching from the other side of the street. It was the thug, Pete. He was watching the building. At the moment he was watching them. Brian looked for a sign that he recognized him. Other than he obviously liked looking at girls, there was no indication he had any idea who he was. Brian looked away, he didn't want to draw attention to himself. He watched the way the others walked and imitated them. It was them again. Pete had grabbed a few hours sleep and been back for almost an hour. No one else had entered or left the building. It occurred to him that maybe he should keep an eye on them. They might lead him to the kid he was after if they had managed to sneak him out somehow. After leaving his buddy with instructions to watch the building, he climbed into his car and pulled up, down the street from the four girls who were climbing into their's. He was going to follow them. Did he suspect? Brian climbed into the back seat next to Mary. He watched out the back window. When they pulled out, so did the thug. It took them almost an hour to get to the beach. The girls pulled blankets out of the trunk. Brian was nervously watching the car that had pulled in the lot behind them. The guy had parked a few cars down and was watching them from his front seat. "Come on Christy." Mary said. "Don't be nervous. Just watch us and do what we do and maybe no one will notice anything strange about you." That was exactly what he had in mind to do, but for different reasons than they had. He glanced back as they walked, the guy had gotten out of his car and was following them. Brian didn't dare watch him too closely, he'd suspect something. It wasn't easy matching their stride in the sand but he did the best he could. He probably over did it. Kim and Cathy watched him and got quite a kick out of the way he swung his ass from side to side. "You're doing fine Christy. Just keep your head up." The beach was already packed with sunbathers. Men, women and children were everywhere. People looked up as they walked by. Men stared at the four girls. Brian would have just as soon dug himself a hole in the sand and crawled into it. They walked about half way to the water before they found the spot they wanted. They handed Brian a towel and indicated that they wanted him to lay down between Cathy and Mary. Brian did as he was told. He started to lay down with the sarong still on. "Take your coverup off silly." Mary told him. He really didn't want to. He had to stand up to take it off and he felt very conspicuous wearing the tiny suit. They were really enjoying themselves. He was a nervous as a cat. He did look hot in the little suit and they were all getting looks. He laid down on his back, like they did. He wanted to look back up the beach and see if they were still being watched but he was afraid, so he just laid there. They flipped over after about twenty minutes and Brian turned over at the same time. He didn't notice Cathy until it was too late. She reached over his back and pulled the string that held his top. "We wouldn't want you to get tan lines back there." She laughed as she said it. The others, enjoying his nervousness, all released their tops too. Brian was incensed but there was nothing he could do about it. He had almost panicked and jumped up when he felt her pull the strings on his bikini top. He caught himself. The others were doing the same thing with their tops. Maybe he'd look conspicuous if he didn't. He certainly would if he made a big deal about it. Brian scanned the beach for the man. He couldn't see him but that didn't mean he wasn't there. Pete concluded they weren't here to meet anyone and as much as he enjoyed watching he knew he better get back. The girls decided they were done on that side. They were very hot. "Ready for a dip girls?" Mary asked. Kim and Cathy responded with, "Sure." Brian didn't know what to do. He just laid there. "Come on Christy, you're coming too. Fix your top and lets go." Cathy wasn't about to leave him here alone. He couldn't just get up and walk away. God knows where he go with only a bathing suit to wear. Brian struggled but finally got the strings tied. He turned over and sat up. "Do I have to?" "Sure you do Christy. You'll like it. It feels great in the waves." Kim wanted to see him in the surf. It occurred to him that they couldn't bring the zappers with them. Maybe he could run. Cathy took his hand. "We're going to run down there and you're going to run right along with us. If you don't do what I tell you I'll pull your top off." She was pretty sure how he'd react to that. Cathy was right. He didn't want to find himself in the surf or on the beach without at least that on. It didn't cover much but it was certainly better than nothing. The thought occurred to him that he'd probably get arrested for exposing himself. He definitely did not want to find himself in jail after they found out what he really was. He wouldn't last long in there. He ran down to the water with them. They played the silly games that girls do and he had to play along. The waves tried to tear his top off. He retied it after almost loosing it. Kim left the water first and was waiting on the towel with her zapper when they got back. Brian watched them dry off and mimicked them as well as he could. The walk back to the car make him nervous but the car that had followed them was gone. He didn't know if it just left or whether he had gone a while ago. They had been on the beach for almost three hours. The ride back to the apartment was uneventful. He looked for the man, expecting him to be there waiting. Another man, a younger man, was there, watching the building. He stood in the same spot that the other had stood. He watched them when they got out of the car until they entered the building. Brian tried to look inconspicuous, he continued to mimic the others. Brian showered and washed his hair without making a fuss. He dried it and redid his makeup as Kim watched. He started to object when she handed a little bright print stretch crop top and black unitard to put on. Kim flashed the zapper and he put it on. It wasn't unlike the leotards he wore occasionally to dance. It didn't fit like what he used to wear. While he stood, his back to Kim, she pulled his hair up to the top of his head and secured it with a large white bow. He only glanced in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. "We're going to go and work out and you're coming with us." Cathy commanded when the were in the living room. They all had a lite lunch first. "Here Christy." She handed him a yogurt. They were followed again. Brian spotted the car behind them. He continued his act. The girls went out of their way to park two blocks away. Cathy, Mary and Kim wore sweats over their leotards. They didn't give him a set. They caught a lot of looks as they walked down the busy street to the club. The club was exclusively for women. Brian followed Cathy and Mary through the door, Kim brought up the rear. "They wouldn't like it if they found out you weren't really a woman." Cathy whispered. "Do what we do and try to act like a girl." It was humiliating. These girls over exaggerated every move they made. Limp wristed and giddy, he followed their lead. He was covered with sweat after the hour of aerobics. They led him to the locker room where he had to use the toilet, surrounded by at least a dozen women in different stages of dressing or undressing. The stalls had no doors and he had to nearly strip to go. Normally, as a man he would have been thrilled to be able to watch what went on around him but not like this. Mary watched and escorted him out to the locker area when he was finished. Cathy and Kim stood waiting, dressed in just towels. "Time for a shower Christy." Kim told him with a smile. She handed him a towel. Mary was already getting out of her outfit. Brian's expression of shock changed to a whispered plea. "Please don't make me do this." He begged them. "Come on Christy. We're all going to shower." Cathy's voice sounded sweet but her look wasn't. Brian couldn't see what she had palmed in her hand but he knew what it was. Covered with sweat the way he was, the shock would surely be excruciating. Brian, trying to be inconspicuous as possible, quickly stripped and wrapped the towel around him. They took him to the large shower room. Mary waited outside with a zapper while the other three went in. Brian did not want to take the towel off. The big room with at least fifteen showers had at least ten women in the process of showering when they walked in. Cathy and Kim hung up their towels and waited for him to do the same. He stood facing the wall the whole time he washed. It was a very strange sensation when he rubbed the bar of soap over his chest. He felt strangely stimulated by it. His breasts were large compared to most of the other woman there. His didn't sag like some of them did. It wasn't the first time he had showered but he had intentionally stayed away from the areas that would remind him of what they had done to him. He had not even gone near his crotch until now. It felt very odd to wash there and feel nothing but hair. It only took him about three minutes, he rushed, to finish. Brian grabbed his towel and went back to the lockers to dry off. It figured it would be more private there. Mary escorted him. Brian was wrong about it being more private. There were eight or nine women around him, talking to each other, in different stages of dressing. Cathy and Kim joined him while Mary went to take her shower. Brian sat on the bench, soaking wet, with the towel around him. Cathy and Kim watched his eyes dart about. What they saw was fear, not lust. That was fine with them, they loved it. She didn't whisper. She wanted to be heard by others around them. "Come on Christy, hurry up and get dried off and get dressed. We have a lot to do still today." Cathy wanted eyes on him. Brian turned and looked up at her. He was on the verge of tears. Still speaking in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone around them, she said, "You don't want to keep James waiting, do you? Aren't you supposed to go with him to dinner and the concert tonight?" Others did overhear. An attractive Black girl behind Kim commented, "You make him wait girl. He'll appreciate you more." Another girl wanted to know what concert. Kim piped in and answered for her 'girlfriend'. "Christy's going to some swank restaurant with this rich guy and then to the 'Stone's' concert." A few other girls made comments. Brian was the center of attention for the moment. Cathy put her arm under his and pulled him up. When he was standing she whispered. "It's going to look odd if you just stand there and don't dry off." Brian got the hint and removed the towel. He hadn't given a thought to what he put on when he was dry but the girls had. Mary was back from the shower and dried off next to him. When he was done, Cathy pulled underwear from the big duffel bag she had brought. A lacy little white bra and sexy white satin panties. She handed them to Brian. Brian didn't hesitate to put them on. He was getting better at putting on bras. The next thing she gave him surprised him. Black mesh stockings. He looked, questioningly, at Cathy, then at Kim and Mary. They all nodded just slightly. He sat down and put them on. Cathy had been very careful not to wrinkle the pink ruffled blouse. Brian didn't take it from her instantly but he did finally take it, reluctantly. It buttoned up the back and Kim was delighted to help him with the two buttons he couldn't reach. His breasts almost stretched the blouse beyond good taste as he reached around, buttoning it. The black knit slim skirt with the wide matching belt with a big gold buckle was the finishing touch. When he finished putting it on, he found the hem came to almost three inches above his knees. The two and a half inch black heals were just perfect. At least the girls thought they were. They were glad they had made him wear heals all day yesterday or he might have made a fool of them today. The others were also ready for a night out. Cathy and Kim in dresses and Mary in her skirt and blouse. The ladies room, just outside the locker room, had makeup tables and that's where they took Brian next. They all dried and fixed their hair. Brian knew he had to do his own, they weren't alone in the room. Kim had brought all his makeup and she set it in front of him. Brian looked around at all the other women putting on makeup and primping. He sighed deeply and picked up the foundation and sponge to apply it with. It took him an impossibly long time. One of the girls from the locker room was sitting on his left. "I hope he's worth all the pains you go to." She just thought Christy was trying to look make herself as pretty as she could. She thought she took an unusually long time putting on makeup. Brian ignored the girl. The mascara was the only thing he messed up and Kim came to his aid. "You always do that Christy." Brian gave her a dirty look. She just smiled. He was doing beautifully. He obviously was too afraid of being discovered to do anything but act like one of them. Cathy handed Kim earrings. She whispered to her. "Help Christy put these in." Brian looked at the little drop pearl earrings that dangled from his ears. He had trouble with the catch on the matching necklace that Cathy handed him to put on. Kim was still standing behind him. "Pick up your hair and I'll help you." She took the necklace and he picked up his hair, out of the way, while she put it around his neck and did the clasp. He was quite a sight, he thought to himself when he stood and looked in the mirror. He had to admit that he looked the part, but that gave him no satisfaction. Brian got a surprise when they were back out on the street. He was still there. Did he suspect? Had he recognized him? Was he just waiting for him to be alone? As much as he wanted to get away from these three bitches, they were apparently his salvation. If what they had done to him fooled his pursuers than the smartest thing he could do is to stay with them, for now. It also occurred to him that if he convinced them that he would go along with the farce and not give them any trouble they might get lax and when the opportunity arose he could escape and get out of town before the photographs were circulated. He would need two things before he could attempt to get away. Clothes he could travel in was his first problem. He could probably get away with what he was wearing now but that left him with the other problem, money. He had none. He could try to lift some from one of them, enough to buy a buss ticket. They watched him so closely though. Gaining their trust was the only answer. Even if doing it meant going along with their game. He was used to the heals by now and only occasionally missed a step. He would have to be particularly careful when they were out in public to look like and act like one of them. He wasn't sure when he was being watched. Once in the car he relaxed, hands folded across his lap and legs crossed like Cathy who sat next to him. "Very nice." She said when she noticed how he sat. The others looked back and with raised eyebrows, Mary commented, "Now you're getting the hang of it." Brian smiled, pretending he appreciated their approval. "I'll try to do better from now on." Mary couldn't wait for him to meet her friends, especially Debbie. It was about 6:00 pm when they got to the restaurant. They normally didn't come to so expensive a place but since Brian was picking up the tab, why not treat themselves? The valet parked their car and the four of them entered the restaurant. The doorman held the door for the four lovely ladies. Brian followed Cathy as she walked up to the hostess and asked for a table. "There is about a half hour wait." The girl told Cathy. "We'll go have a drink in the lounge." Cathy told the girl and suggested to the others. Brian watched them closely and when they slid up on the plush stools at the bar. He slid up, adjusted his skirt, crossed his legs and with his hands in his lap, tried to look just as demure as he could. He was there, in the booth in the corner. He was watching them. Brian was sure he was staring directly at him. He was the last to order a drink and while he would have preferred bourbon straight up, he spoke in little more than a whisper, asking the bartender for white wine. They were surprised at him. He seemed to be enjoying himself. He was certainly trying. They exchanged approving looks. He sat quietly during most of their conversations. He only spoke when they addressed him. He was completely out of his realm and it the awkwardest of predicaments. The bartender appeared with another round of drinks. "Complements of the gentlemen." He pointed to a group of three men in suits at the end of the bar. The men raised their glasses to them. Cathy, Mary and Kim ignored them. Brian seeing their reaction ignored them too. That, of course, was fine with him. They had finished their second drink and were considering ordering another when the hostess came to tell them their table was ready. The man, Pete, didn't follow them as far as Brian could tell. Dinner was uneventful. Kim dropped the capsule in his wine when Mary distracted him for a second. "Have you decided not to fight it any more Christy?" Cathy asked over desert and coffee. His new attitude toward the role they made him play disturbed her. Trying to sound as feminine as possible he answered, "I don't seem to have a choice and it is kind of fun." He lied as convincingly as he could. They didn't trust him. Cathy played along. "I'm glad you feel that way Christy. We could all have fun together with you this way." Her reassuring smile was a lie too. Mary couldn't help herself, "What made you change your mind?" She wondered what was going through his head? After the first comment from Cathy he expected this question. He was ready. "I never imagined how nice it felt to be a girl. The clothes, the way you fuss over the way you look and the way men go out of their way for you." It had happened at the beach when a guy held the shower on for him. It happened again when they came into this place. "Men had stepped aside as we walked down the street. The men who opened the doors for us when we came in and the men at the bar. It's nice to be catered to." He wasn't sure if he was convincing them. They were all looking at him with a sort of surprised stares. He thought fast. "When I was taking the shower at the club, it was the first time I touched myself and it made me feel a way I've never felt before. The thing I like most is the way women feel so open and free around each other. Like in the locker room. Men could never act that way, they're too hung up with themselves." He prayed that would do it. He couldn't think of anything else to say to convince them of his sincerity. Cathy was the first to speak. She wasn't sold by his lies but she'd play along. "I'm glad you feel that way Christy." Mary wanted to believe him but she didn't either. "Me too, Christy." But if he really felt, at all, the way he said, her idea for what to do with him was all the better. It was too soon for him to discover all they had in store for him and she wasn't that gullible. Kim didn't say anything. She'd reserve her judgment until later. Where they were going next might tell the story. Cathy paid the bill. She still held onto Brian's money. Mary and Kim need to make a trip to the powder room, so they all w