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THE EXPORT by Jacki Pett Part 2 of 3 MONDAY - DAY 17 112 lbs. Monday was not a good day for John. He was terribly bored. He'd read all the magazines, twice. He was tired of the dolls, such a degrading way to pass the time, now that he'd exhausted all the possible different ways to dress them. Margaret seemed to be really on his case. He couldn't seem to say anything right, she was constantly correcting him. When she wasn't telling him how to behave and how to talk, she was babying him. Finally, by the time she took him to give him his bottle before his afternoon nap, John was really irritable. He had enough of being treated like a helpless infant and he started being sarcastic. He couldn't believe how Margaret blew up at him. It had been some time since she'd spanked him that time. He'd almost forgotten how hurt and degraded he'd felt that first time. She reminded him. As if that wasn't enough. Margaret must have told Tina about it. He'd been put down for his nap without being fed his bottle. He was just lying there in his crib, awake, when Tina came in. She was furious. John's pleading when unheeded. She left him to consider his behavior, after her punishment. As hard as John tried to appease Aunt Margaret that afternoon, he couldn't seem to win her good graces. It was not a good day. WEDNESDAY - DAY 19 114 lbs. He hadn't seen Connie for the past two days. When she finally came in on Wednesday afternoon he asked, "Can we practice with makeup some more?" "Sure Laura, I'll get the doll out." Connie was willing if he was. He had spent two days without doing anything, he was bored to death. He hated to admit that he missed her visits. "No Connie, I want to practice on myself. I want to learn to put on my own makeup." He was full of surprises. Connie had thought, based on his reaction on Sunday, that they were going to have to wait until he was out of the nursery before covering that ground again. "Of course Laura. I'll just go and get my things." "He didn't even seem to mind that Margaret was there. We did his makeup and set his hair again." Connie told Tina over dinner. "He was asking my opinion about his hair. I was amazed." Margaret told Tina. "It's like I said, he wants us to let down our guard. He's getting himself ready." "I know, but I think it's nearly time to move on to the next step. Let's start to give him some of his strength back. We'll need to move him into the other bedroom soon. We're wasting valuable time." Connie was wanted to move on. "Alright, alright. We'll move him around the middle of next week." Tina gave into Connie. "Margaret let's cut the muscle relaxant a bit and see how he is in the morning. Keep the sedative at the same level though. We still want to maintain that cycle." "Ok Tina, I'll take care of it." "Oh, I almost forgot. How's his little penis doing?" Margaret smiled. "It's about a third of what it was at first. Have you decided whether or not to do the cosmetic work on him?" "I spoke to Brevard on Monday. He wants to see Laura first. He's got someone who might be interested in a boy that's been altered the way we're thinking of, but Brevard wants to be sure that he's everything we say he is first." "When's he coming?" Connie asked. "He's going to be in town a week from Tuesday. I told him we'd arrange a little party that Wednesday so that he can meet Laura in a natural setting." "That sounds like it would be fun. Do you think Laura will be ready by them?" Connie was a little worried. There was a lot to do, a lot to teach him in only two weeks. "If he keeps up this level of cooperation I don't think it will be a problem." Tina was fairly confident. THURSDAY - DAY 20 112 lbs. He lay there awake as he did every morning, waiting for Margaret. He never had to wait long. "Good morning sweetheart." "Good morning Aunt Margaret." He answered with a smile. "How are you this morning?" "Fine. I'm hungry." "Good, we'll have breakfast in a few minutes." An appetite was a good sign. As always, he had dirtied and wet his diaper. Margaret scooped him up and put him on the dressing table. When he was cleaned up she took him in the bathroom for his sponge bath. "You've been such a good girl for Aunt Margaret the past few days. Tina's been talking about moving you out of the nursery soon." This was exactly what John had been hoping for. "I've been trying to be good." He had done everything he could to please them since Monday's experience. The last thing he wanted now was to misbehave. "I know you have honey." Margaret brushed his hair out. He no longer wanted it in pigtails. Margaret didn't style it for him the way Connie did. She just brushed it out every morning. "Let's weigh you and get you dressed. I have a new nightie for you. Tina bought it yesterday." Tina. God he hated the bitch. If he got the chance she would feel his wrath. "Wonderful." "It's very pretty, it has little lace insets, lace on the collar and a flounce hem. I just know you'll love it." "I can't wait to see it." He lied. Margaret got a charge out of his enthusiasm even though she knew it was really a farce. It was exactly as she described it and he felt absolutely ridiculous in it. "It's beautiful." He told her when she slipped it over his head. "You have another treat this morning Laura. "What is it Aunt Margaret?" God, another 'treat'. "I brought you a special breakfast this morning." It was special. It was the first real food he had eaten in weeks; a small portion of scrambled eggs, a slice of toast and juice. He savored every bite of the feast. It wasn't until she put him down on the floor that he realized how special this day was. Getting up on his hands and knees was easier. He didn't waver as much when he crawled across the floor. He felt stronger. He wasn't ready to run the 100 yard dash but he was definitely stronger. He could feel it. John waited until Margaret wasn't looking and tried to pull himself up on the dresser. He wasn't strong enough to get to his feet yet but he could feel the strength in his arms. Reading seemed mundane but he had to resist the urge to continually test himself. He didn't want Margaret to discover he was stronger. She had brought him a new supply of magazines last night and he sat against the wall to read. After what he guessed was an hour he put the magazines away in the drawer. He was able to lift three at a time. Something he hadn't been able to do in weeks. He brought out the dolls. Margaret liked to watch him play with them and anything that pleased her was a priority for him. Almost and hour passed as he amused himself with the small figures and their clothes. When Margaret said it was time for his nap he didn't argue and curled up on her lap. "He's chomping at the bit. I told him about the possibility of his getting out of the nursery and he glowed. He couldn't do enough to please me and he was as sweet as pie." "As we expected. Did he seem any stronger?" Tina asked. Margaret laughed. "He waited until he thought I wasn't looking. He tried to pull himself up on the dresser. It was too much for him. It was sort of pathetic to watch." "He'll keep testing his strength. Just make sure he doesn't hurt himself. John was anxious to test himself again, hoping that he was stronger yet. He hurried through the lunch Margaret brought him. The small bowl of tuna salad and lettuce was very filling. He waited for her to put him down but was disappointed when she told him, "I bought you a new book yesterday. Shall I read to you this afternoon." He almost voiced his objection but thought better of it. "I'd like that Aunt Margaret." She scooped him out of the chair. "Snuggle up now and get comfortable." She told him as she settled into her chair with him on her lap. He passed the afternoon on her lap as she read him a story about a young woman who fell madly in love with an architect while they worked together on a sand castle project in Florida. 'Sand Castle Summer' was the name of it and it bored him to death. He didn't even get five minutes on his own before she was back with his bottle. He was frustrated again by the arrival of Connie when he woke late that afternoon, after his nap. He wanted to test himself, work on building up his strength. "Would you like to try to do your hair yourself Laura?" connie asked him. Yes he did. It was crucial that he learn. "I'd like that. Will you help me?" "I'd be happy to." Connie and John spent nearly three hours in the bathroom. He learned to roll and style his hair well enough to do it on his own. All he needed now was access to the makeup, the hair styling tools, some clothes to wear. Most of all he needed to get his full strength back. John knew he was stronger. If he had tried to put all the rollers in his hair, just two days ago, he wouldn't have had the strength to continually hold his hands up to his head. It was no less disturbing to see himself in the mirror tonight, all prettied up. More than ever, John was driven by a purpose. He never got the opportunity that night to test his legs. Surely he would in the morning. He fell asleep wondering what the morning would bring. FRIDAY - DAY 21 113 lbs. He did it, he got to his feet. He only had a moment because Margaret would be back with the magazines he had asked her for. He wouldn't have been able to remain standing very long anyway, he wasn't that strong yet. They watched from the hall. "He's still very weak." Margaret noted. "Go ahead and cut him back a little more tomorrow. We have to move ahead." Tina told her. Margaret had pangs of regret. With him moving out of the nursery, her responsibility for him would come to an end. "I'll miss him." Tina smiled at the sweet woman. "You won't have a whole lot of time to think about it. If everything goes as planned you should have another 'little girl' to care for by the end of next week." Things were looking pretty good for their latest prospect. "That would be wonderful." Margaret was delighted to hear the news. "You better get back in there before he tries to run laps around the nursery." "Not for a couple of days I think." Said Margaret with a smile as she put her hand on the doorknob and punched in the combination. SUNDAY - DAY 23 His days passed so slowly as he waited anxiously for word that he could leave the nursery. He felt so much stronger. On the rare occasions when they left him alone he'd exercised, pushing himself to build up his strength. Yesterday he'd managed to take his first steps in so long. He'd had to hang on to the side of the dresser, but he walked. It felt wonderful but he exhausted himself with the effort. TUESDAY - DAY 25 Margaret and Connie made the announcement to him that evening. Margaret was to have the honors. "Laura, I think it's time for you to leave me. Connie and Tina have fixed up a bedroom for you." "Really?" John said, not ever bothering to try to hide his excitement. "When?" "Well, if you like Laura. I could take you there now." Connie said with a big grin. "Would that be OK?" "It sure would." He answered with enthusiasm. They knew he could walk on his own, even though he never exhibited his ability when he thought they were watching. He had received only the smallest dose of the muscle relaxant in the previous night's bottle. Today he received none. His strength, much less than John was accustomed to, would be almost completely back tomorrow. Exercise would be necessary to tone his new muscles. Connie was ready with a program of aerobics for him. He had not been out of the room in almost four weeks. To John, it felt like four months. The one way glass was covered with a picture. It wouldn't do for him to know they watched him when he thought he was alone. The one way glass next to the door to the Pink bedroom was also covered. John was not surprised at the decor of the room they had prepared for him. He had expected it to be very feminine. He was disappointed that there was no window. His escape would have been so much easier. He would escape, non the less. "It's lovely." He told Connie. John hadn't heard Tina come up behind them. "We're glad you like it Laura. I just hope you don't let us down. Just remember you can always go back to the nursery if you don't behave." He hadn't seen her in days, a week, and he hadn't missed her in the least. "I promise I'll be good Tina." John did not want to go back there. "I'm sure you will Laura, I'm sure you will." Tina left the two of them alone. "Laura, I've put a plastic sheet on the bed in case you have an accident. Maybe in the next day or two we can get you out of those diapers and you can start to use the bathroom again." It wouldn't take him two days if he could help it. "That would be so wonderful Connie." "We better get you comfortable in your new bed now. You think you'll like sleeping in a regular bed again?" John turned to her with a big grin. "You bet." He would welcome the bed. Just the short walk from the nursery wore him out. "Laura, a woman wouldn't say, 'you bet'. You haven't forgotten your promise already have you?" "No Connie, No. I should have said, It'll feel wonderful." Don't piss them off, not now, he reminded himself. "That's better Laura, thanks. I knew you wouldn't let me down." Connie helped him onto the bed after she pulled the covers down. "Now if you need anything during the night just push this button." She showed him the little box on the night stand, next to the radio and reading lamp. "That goes off in Aunt Margaret's and my room. We'll come right in to help." "I'll try not to bother you." John said. "Don't you worry about bothering us. Just call if you need help." Connie fluffed up his pillow. "Would you like to read for a little while before going to sleep?" Connie took the magazines she had put there for him, out from under the nightstand. "I'd like that, thank you." It was hard not to like her. "I'll look in on you around ten. You should probably put the light out by then and get some sleep. The radio has a sleep timer just in case you forget to turn it off. God, he hadn't listened to a radio in so long. "Thanks Connie for everything you've done for me. You've been so sweet." "I think you're special too. Goodnight Laura." Connie managed to keep from laughing until she got out in the hall and closed the sound proof door. Connie poked her head into the kitchen where Tina waited. "He's all set." They immediately went to the window. Next to the window was the volume control for the bedroom and bathroom speakers. They were both hidden in the ceiling and there was virtually no chance of his discovering them. He did exactly as they expected. John waited a couple of minutes to make sure no one was going to walk in on him. The clock, something else he hadn't seen in a long time, said it was a quarter to nine. He looked from his bed, across the room, to the door. He had seen the combination lock on the outside when they wheeled him in. What disturbed him was that there was also one on the inside. Against the wall to his right, as he lay there, was a large low white dresser. A large mirror stood over it, against the wall. White porcelain lamps that matched the one on the white night table graced its surface. On either side of the door were full length mirrors. On the wall to his left were mirrored closet doors. He assumed it was a closet because it was almost eight feet of mirrors. To the left of the closet was a lady's dressing table with a lighted mirror built into the wall. On it's glass surface were several frosted perfume bottles on a doily and a small vase with fresh flowers in water. Next to the dressing table, near the head of the bed, was another door. This one contained no locks that he could see. A bathroom. How he longed to be able to use a toilet again. As accustomed as he had become to just letting himself go in his diaper, it still bothered him. In the corner of the room, between the bed and the bathroom door was a big stuffed chair covered with a bright floral print. It was a wonderful feeling to be out of the nursery. Even this room with its pale pink walls and white trim was a welcome change. A real bed to sleep in. A bed without side rails. Wonderful, it felt like a little bit of heaven. John looked at the clock. Almost five minutes had passed since Connie left. He pulled the cover to the side and swung his legs off the side of the bed. Sitting up, with his feet squarely on the floor, he stood. John was a little shaky, he grabbed the bedpost for support. It was only two steps to the dressing table and it was frightening for him but he made it. He leaned against the wall for support. By the time he got back to bed he was really exhausted. It was worth it though, being able to go to the bathroom like a real person. Connie had left him a glass of water on the nightstand. He helped himself. John was content to turn off the light now and go to sleep. The sleeping powder will work quickly if he doesn't fall asleep on his own first." Of that, Tina was confident. "He's getting around pretty well." Connie noted. "He should feel much stronger tomorrow. The muscle relaxant should be completely out of his system by then." Tina was excited about what Saturday would bring. "Are you all ready for him?" "You bet." Connie answered smiling. Tina grinned. "Don't let him hear you say that." WEDNESDAY - DAY 26 John awoke early. He was usually awake before anyone else. He felt refreshed until he realized that he hadn't made it through the night without an accident. He felt very uncomfortable in the soiled diapers but he couldn't very well take them off or, if he knew where to find a clean one, change himself. As upsetting as it was, John was determined to explore his new surroundings before he was disturbed. John started with the dressing table. He pulled open one of the drawers to find an assortment of cosmetics. Good, he said to himself, he would need them. He carefully stepped around the table and chair and, using the wall for support, he stepped in front of the first door of the closet. It slid aside smoothly. Almost without a sound. He was grateful for that. What he found inside was a disappointment. Dresses, skirts and blouses hung from the hangers but no pants. No pants of any kind. Not even woman's slacks. He had hoped for jeans. He could handle going out in jeans. There were five dresses, three skirts and five blouses. All the blouses were decidedly feminine. Almost all were trimmed in lace or had trim of one sort or the other. Nothing there would pass as masculine. The rest of the closet appeared empty. Behind the door at the far end was a shoe rack and John was again disappointed to find only high healed shoes and flats. Well if it had to be, then so be it. This wouldn't change his plans one bit. It was almost 15 feet across the room to the dresser. He didn't feel like he could walk that far without something to lean on. He retraced his steps. John hadn't taken the time the night before to investigate the bathroom. He had gone in without even turning on a light. He didn't want to alert anyone to the fact that he was stronger than they believed. Now he took the opportunity to check it out. He found the light switch just inside the door. The bathroom was larger and more elaborate then average bath. Not only was there a toilet but there was a bidet too. He had seen them before but it was still an oddity to him. Next to and behind the toilet and bidet was a planter with some kind of vines or ivy hanging off the sides. Partitioned off by the planter was a pink contour bathtub and small shower stall. To John's left, in the back corner of the room, was the vanity. On either side of the sink was another small planter. Each filled with greenery. Behind the sink, the entire corner of the room was completely mirrored. Jack stepped over to the vanity, leaning on the doorknob then on the counter top. He pulled up his nightie and clumsily opened the two safety pins that held his diaper and carefully placed it on the floor. This was the first time he actually saw what he'd been doing. How disgusting, he thought to himself. Again, he lifted his nightie and plopped down gratefully on the open toilet. He was pushing it, he felt terribly weak. It wasn't that he had to go to the bathroom so badly. He just wanted to relish his new freedom and make use of the facilities. It had been several days since his hand explored inside his diaper. He found it too depressing but now, Even thought he was soiled, he couldn't resist the urge. It made him ill to discover he was even smaller now than he had been only days ago. His penis was no larger than the last segment of his pinkie. He could easily hold it between two fingers. John cursed the women, particularly the blond, Tina. He would find a way to get even. He had no idea how, but he'd find a way. It was a struggle to get the diaper back on right but he finally managed. He had wanted to see what the large dresser contained but he thought better of it. He barely made it back to the bed before he collapsed from exhaustion. It was nearly nine thirty. He had spent almost a half hour in the bathroom. He had discovered rollers, a curling iron and a variety of brushes in the drawers under the planters by the sink. He had everything he'd need to fix his hair. Under the sink was a cap type hair dryer. Connie had used hers on him to dry his hair once when they were rushed. He pulled the covers back over himself, and waited. Margaret was intentionally noisy when she unlocked his door to bring him his breakfast. John pretended to opened his eyes slowly. The clock said it was nine am. "Good morning Aunt Margaret." He said in a sleepy voice. "Good morning sleepy head. How was my girl's first night in her new bed?" "It was wonderful. I almost forgot how it feels." he had slept well. He didn't wake up once during the night. John just laid back in the bed as Margaret changed his diaper. It was a relief to have her clean him up and put on a fresh one. She propped him up with the pillows and he ate his breakfast in bed. Margaret made herself comfortable in the chair and they talked as he ate. She helped him to the bathroom. It was a delight to wash himself for the first time in so long. He brushed his own hair that morning. "Tomorrow, if you feel that your up to it, you could have a shower. Wouldn't that feel nice?" Margaret suggested. "Could I?" He replied, thrilled with the idea. John spent most of the morning in bed. The exertion of being up on his feet took it's toll. When he was alone, he did get up from his bed and try to build up his stamina but he was careful to not overdo it or get caught. Margaret got him up again when she brought him his lunch. He sat in the chair to eat. John felt the need for his afternoon nap. It was not drug induced. He had his dinner, sitting up in the chair again. Afterwards, when he was alone, he pretty much stayed in bed and read the magazines that Margaret brought him earlier. THURSDAY - DAY 27 Margaret woke him from a very sound night's sleep. It occurred to John that his diaper was still clean and dry but as he lay there, his bladder was screaming at him for release. Normally, he would just let go, but no more. "Aunt Margaret. Would you help me get to the bathroom? "You can just go in your diaper sweetheart. Aunt Margaret will change you." She set the tray on the foot of the bed. "I would really like to try to go in the toilet. Please Aunt Margaret?" "Alright honey." She took off his diaper and walked with him into the bathroom. "May I try to walk a little?" He asked when he was finished. "If you think you're strong enough Laura. Hang onto my shoulder and we'll go back to your bed and I'll powder you and put on a nice clean diaper." He did as she asked but when they got back to the bed he asked, "Aunt Margaret? If I can go to the bathroom now do you think maybe I could get by without having to wear a diaper any more?" Oh please, please say yes. "I suppose that makes sense but I better ask Tina if that's alright. I'll just call her." Margaret pushed the button on the night table. He hadn't thought about it but of course she'd need Tina's permission. Tina and Connie had been waiting outside the door, watching. Tina waited a few seconds before going in. "Is everything alright Margaret?" "Oh, we're just fine. Laura has a question for you." This was awkward. "Tina, I asked Aunt Margaret, since I am strong enough to go to the bathroom myself, if I could please stop having to wear a diaper." The words came out weak and shaky. He didn't grovel well. Tina pretended to be thinking about his request. "I suppose that would be alright Laura. But you have to promise not to forget yourself and have an accident." God she was irritating the way she talked down to him. "I promise, please. I'll be good." "You'll be a good what?" "I'll be a good girl." He answered with his eyes down. He hated her so much. "Alright young lady. I suppose it will be alright." Tina stepped to the dresser and pulled open one of the top drawers. She handed Margaret a pair of white lace bikini panties with a low V-front. "She can wear these." Tina said with a smile at him. "Is that better Laura?" She was toying with him. She was such a bitch. If he said no he'd be back in diapers. He would just have to wear them for now. She went to any length to humiliate him. "Yes, they're very pretty." He tried to look pleased. "I'm glad you like pretty things. You're going to have lots of pretty things to wear soon." That was enough for now. Tina turned and left. "Do you want help putting them on Laura?" Margaret asked innocently. "No thank you, I can do it." John didn't mean to sound upset with her. It wasn't her fault that Tina was so vindictive. They felt funny on him when he pulled them up, unnatural. "They look lovely on you Laura. You have such a pretty figure." Margaret was thrilled with the way he looked, standing there next to the bed in just the panties. A pretty figure, he asked himself? "Aunt Margaret, I want to see myself in the mirror." "Of course child. You've never seen how nice your figure is now. We'll just go over in front of the closet for a moment." He looked in amazement at his smooth, hairless, shapely figure. His smooth, full breasts protruded from his slender chest. His swollen nipples were surrounded by a circle of pink skin. The bikini panties were stretched over his full hips above a narrow waist. It was appalling to him that he looked so much like a girl. "Aunt Margaret, how much do I weigh?" "You were 113 pounds when I weighed you yesterday honey. That's a nice weight for a girl your age. You should be very pleased." She watched his face, his eyes. "Oh I am." It was almost enough to make him sick. He looked down at his crotch and there was hardly any evidence showing through the thin material of what he had once been. "Well, look at you." Said Connie. "You look terrific." Tina had gone into the kitchen but she had stood there in the hall, watching. She couldn't resist the urge to join him and Margaret. His first reaction at seeing her was to cover himself up. "Don't be shy Laura. Girls don't have the same hangups guys do. We see each other without clothes all the time. You're one of us now. You'll get used to it." Connie tried to reassure him. "I just feel funny." He explained sheepishly. "I'll get you a fresh nightie honey." Said Margaret, stepping over to the dresser. From on of the lower drawers she pulled out a floral print chemise. It had purple, pink and blue flowers on a black background. "It's going to be nice for you to be able to wear some really pretty grown up nighties now. Oh please, he said to himself. He couldn't say what he felt, not out loud. "Yes, that will be nice." "Put your arms up and I'll slip it over your head." Connie took the nightie from Margaret. "There, that looks so pretty on you." It had little narrow straps to hold it up. It was slimmer fitting than anything he had worn yet and it was short. It made him feel self conscious. "Isn't it a little small." "No, it fits you beautifully Laura." Connie was thrilled with the way he looked. He was going to be gorgeous in a figure flattering dress. "Laura, why don't you sit in the chair and have your breakfast." Margaret led him to the overstuffed chair. He had a cup of tea, a piece of toast and a small glass of juice. The cereal was too much for him to finish. Margaret left since Connie wanted to stay with him. "I've got an idea." Connie said smiling. "How would you like a nice hot shower?" "That sounds wonderful. I haven't had a shower in so long." There was nothing exaggerated about his desire for one. "Let me get it ready for you." Connie jumped up off the bed and ran in and turned on the hot water. She called out to him, "I put shampoo and condition on the shelf in here so you can wash your hair. There's a fresh bar of soap, a washcloth and a clean towel too." The liquid soap that hung on the shower head was his own special soap. Like the lotion Margaret had put on him every day, the soap would not only clean and condition. It would also rid his smooth skin of any body hair. Eventually, it would finally stop growing with the hormone treatments. Until that day, the soap would take care of him. He couldn't wait to take a shower. "Ok Laura. The water's hot." Connie came out and helped him off with his nightie. "I'll take these off in there." He told her, indicating his panties. "All right silly but there's really nothing to be embarrassed about." Connie was enjoying this thoroughly. John just stood there and let the water run over his head and down his back. It helped to ease some of the tension he was feeling this morning. It felt good to wash his own hair and body. He took his time, investigating his new form. How strange he chest felt. His body had curves it never had before, his waist was so thin. "You've been in there for almost half an hour Laura. You're going to shrivel up like a prune." Connie relaxed in the chair in the bedroom. He toweled off and wrapped the towel around his waist. With his hair soaking wet, opened the bathroom door. "That felt so good." He told Connie. "I'm glad but you need to wrap that towel around your chest before you catch cold." She started to show him how to do it but he figured how on his own. "We need to get a towel on your head too. I'm sorry, I forgot to lay out an extra. Connie grabbed another towel from the little closet behind the bathroom door. Here, he did not succeed in accomplishing the feat alone. "I'll show you." Connie offered and wrapped his hair in a loose turban. "That's better." John sad down in the chair in the bedroom and Connie climbed on the bed. "How are you doing? Are you pooped?" "No, I feel pretty good actually. With breakfast and the shower I'm wide awake. I've spent so long feeling weak and helpless, now that I'm beginning to feel like myself again I want to do things." 'Feel like yourself.' I doubt it. Connie almost laughed. You're nothing like John Warren used to be. "Great. Let's get some clothes on you, fix your hair and put on a face. Then you'll feel like a real person." Connie went over to the dresser. He was going to start exercising today. She had a program all worked out and he would start off slow. No dresses for him today but she had something almost as good. She had him put the panties back on then handed him the matching lace bra. "Do you need my help with that?" She asked. John stared at the flimsy piece of women's underwear. Could he actually put it on? He knew he'd have to. "I think I can get it." He answered with mock confidence. Connie saw him struggling with the back hooks. "Let me show you a little trick." She took it off him. "Put it around your waist with the hooks in front. That's it. Now hook it then turn it around your waist so the hooks are in back. Perfect. Now just pull it up and slip your arms through the straps. Wasn't that easier?" He felt like such a klutz. He walked over to the mirror to look. It felt strange on him, but it looked stranger. Connie watched him. "Does it fit ok? Do you like the way it feels?" "It's ok." He didn't take his eyes off his reflection. Connie sat up straight on the bed and got serious. "We wear pretty underwear to make ourselves feel good, to feel pretty." John didn't understand. He felt strange and uncomfortable but he couldn't tell Connie that. "I think I know what you mean." The last thing John wanted to feel was 'pretty'. You will, Connie said to herself. "Here, try these on." She handed him the olive leggings. They were skin tight. As john looked in the mirror he noticed something he hadn't noticed for a while. His ass was bigger. Bigger wasn't the right word either, it had become more round, fuller. What caused that to grow that way, he asked himself as he stared. What had they done to him to give him a girl's ass? "Here's the top to go with them." Connie handed him the matching boatneck tunic sweater. John pulled it over his head. The collar was enormous, he tried to center it. "No Laura, just let it fall where it wants to. It's suppose to look that way. Push your sleeves up too, it looks better like that." He did as she told him. The white socks she gave him were very long. "Push them down, don't pull them up silly. They're suppose to bunch up at your ankle." He looked adorable. "Let's go fix your hair." He had no trouble with the top and sides but he did have trouble with the back. "Could you help me." "I'll guide you but you need to learn to do it yourself Laura. There's going to be lots of times when I won't be able to do it for you." Not for long, he told himself. It took him a while but he did it. Out in the bedroom, at the dressing table, it was much easier to do his makeup with the bright lights and the mirrors on three sides of him then it had been, sitting on the nursery floor. Connie hardly had to say anything as he deftly made himself up. The hair dryer cut the time they had to wait for his set to dry. John brushed it out the way Connie had shown him. He looked terrific, for a girl, he had to admit to himself. Maybe he should make his escape in this outfit? Shoes were his only problem. He didn't have sneakers. He was spending a lot of time in front of the mirror. That was ok. Actually that was more then ok. He was getting used to the way he looked and that was an important step. Connie smiled when he turned sideways to look at his bottom. "I want to start you on some exercises to help you get into shape. Your muscle tone needs some work since you've been inactive for so long." That was fine with him. He could feel that his muscles had atrophied. Getting his strength back was one of his priorities. Did this mean they would go somewhere else to exercise, he hoped so. That would leave him with one less door to have to get through. "How soon can we start?" "How about right now?" Connie offered. John was disappointed when it was obvious that they were going to do it right there in the bedroom. As Connie had promised, the workout was anything but strenuous. She had him work his legs primarily, concentrating on his calves and thighs. The stretching exercises she taught him would eventually give him more flexibility than he ever had as a man. "Aren't we going to do any upper body exercises?" He asked when Connie told him they were finished for the day. "I don't want you to try to do too much to fast. You could hurt yourself. We've got plenty of time." She may have, but he didn't. He would wait till he was alone and do some exercises of his own to build himself up. "It's just about noon. How are you feeling?" Connie asked. "I'm a little beat." He hated to admit it but it was true. He was exhausted. "That's to be expected Laura. Look, Aunt Margaret should be here soon with your lunch so why don't you just relax for a while. I have a few things I have to do but I'll be back to see you later this afternoon. Ok?" "Sure. Thanks for all your help this morning. I don't know how I'll ever repay you for everything you've done for me." Whether she realized it or not, she was going to be his ticket out of here. He had no intention of hurting her, she was the only one who was treating him like a real person, but he would use her if he had to, when the opportunity came. "That's sweet Laura. I do it because I like you. You don't owe me anything." Connie wished she could believe everything he said. She was beginning to really like Laura. When she was gone, he went through every drawer of the dresser looking for anything he could find to use as a weapon or a tool to get through the locked doors. Drawer by drawer he became more frustrated. He found scarves, belts, sexy lingerie, nighties, panties and bras, stockings and workout clothes. Everything you'd expect to find in a woman's dresser. Everything but something to help him escape. The shoe boxes on the high shelf in the closet were empty. They must have been for the shoes on the rack. There was nothing anywhere that would serve as a weapon. Just for the hell of it, John tried to do a few pushups. He was frustrated to learn he couldn't even do one. Margaret arrived at twelve thirty with his lunch. She walked in as he sat staring at himself in the dressing table mirror. "Did you and Connie have fun this morning?" Margaret asked. She already knew what they had been doing. Connie had filled her and Tina in before she came in. "Yes, we really did. I like Connie." That was the truth. "She's a sweet girl. We all like her." Margaret added. Margaret stayed and talked with him while he ate the chicken salad. "I'm a little tired. I think I'd like to lay down Aunt Margaret." He had been up for hours and with the exercise and lunch, John was ready for his nap. "That's fine sweetheart." Margaret thought he looked so cute in the outfit Connie had him wear. He curled up on the bed, on top of the covers. His thoughts were of what he would do when he got away. Getting his hands on enough money to get back to Houston was just one of his problems. It was almost four thirty when he awoke and looked at the clock. It was strange knowing what time it was but not being able to look out a window and see the day. He wanted so badly to look out a window. John lay very still on the bed, just thinking for a while. He could feel the tight muscles in his legs. He knew he would have to continue to exercise or they would cramp. If he did just a little now, they should loosen up. He did an abbreviated version of what he and Connie had done earlier and he felt better. There was no salve or sports cream in the little medicine cabinet in the bathroom to help ease his muscle pains. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned on the radio. The same easy listening music he had listened to last night came on. He turned the tuner to find a pop music station. He turned past several numbers on the dial before another station came on. This one was a little better but he decided to look further. He could only find three stations that came in. The third was country and he hated country. He turned back to the pop station. Odd radio, he thought to himself. It only brings in three stations. It took a few minutes to dawn on him. He heard no commercials, only song after song. It was piped in music he was listening to, not normal radio. What were their reasons for not wanting him to listen to normal radio. Later, around five thirty, Connie came in with a tray with two dinners on it. "I thought I'd join you for dinner." She explained. He welcomed her company. As they ate the chicken dish John decided to take a chance with her. "Connie? Why is the radio set up for piped in music only?" The question took her by surprise but she thought quickly. "It's Tina's idea. She thought you would be disturbed if you knew what was going on outside and were stuck in here." Blame it on Tina was the standing rule. She was the heavy. That made sense John decided. "She's probably right. What's it like outside Connie?" "Oh you poor girl." Connie felt sorry for him. It must be hard not knowing. "It's cold and windy. Not nice at all." John looked at her thoughtfully. "Why do you do this? Why do you help Tina." Every one of them asked the same question. When Connie got to know, and even like, some of the 'girls' it got harder and harder to answer. They couldn't know that she had as much to do with them being here as Tina did. It would ruin everything. Connie had learned a way to avoid answering. She would try to look nervous and disturbed by the question and answer simply, "Please don't ask me about that Laura. I can't answer." What hold did Tina have over this girl? Connie was nothing like her. She was sweet and kind and tried to make things easier for him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Connie let it go at that and they finished their dinner in silence. Connie put the tray of dirty dishes by the door. "How do your legs feel? Are they sore or tight?" "They were when I woke up but I did a few of the exercises you taught me to loosen up my muscles." "Good girl." Now to get to what she had planned for tonight. "Did you take a look at what's in the closet?" "Yes?" Apparently it had been alright to look around. "Well, what did you think?" Connie asked. "About what?" He didn't understand what she was getting at. "Did you like the dresses?" Was she serious? "I didn't look real close at them." "Let's take them out and see what you think." Connie went to the closet and slid the door open. "I picked out some of these for you. I hope you like them." John got up from the chair and walked over to her. Connie took out the first one and held it up to him. "I think that would look lovely on you. Try it on Laura." Try it on? That was, no doubt, the last thing he wanted to do. "Hi girls. What are you up to?" Tina asked "Hi Tina. Laura was just going to try on some of her new clothes." "Great, I picked the right time to visit." Tina went over and sat on the bed. She and Connie had discussed this. He was bound to have strong reservations about trying on the clothes. With Tina there he would react one of two ways. He would either rebel, in which case Tina would use the device on him and that would probably put an end to the evening. On the other hand, he probably would feel compelled to go along with them. John just stood there holding the dress. Now he had no choice. If he objected Tina would punish him and he didn't want that. He still couldn't figure what she did to him or how she did it. He only knew he didn't want her to do it again. "Go ahead and try it on Laura." Connie said. John pulled the sweater over his head and laid it on the chair. The leggings followed. He was just about to step into the dress when Tina spoke up. "Laura, you need to put on your pantyhose and a slip first." He looked at Tina, then to Connie, with a pathetic questioning look. "They're in your dresser. I'll get them for you." Connie offered. John sat on the edge of the chair and awkwardly put his foot into one leg of the pantyhose and tried to pull it up. He put an enormous hole in them with his finger nail. Tina laughed. "That's alright Laura, it happens. Here, let me show you." Tina got another pair from the dresser and showed him how to gather them on his hand first. "Keep the seam lined up across your toes then just pull it on, up to your calf. Do the same with the other foot. Then pull each leg up a little at a time, smoothing them as you go. That's it." John did it as Tina had instructed. He felt ridiculous wearing them in front of them. "Here's your slip Laura." Connie handed it to him and he quickly put it on over his head. It wasn't much different than his sleeping gowns except it was a little lighter material and the lace trim was more delicate. "That's better Laura. Ok, now go ahead and put on your dress." Tina told him. His dress? How far was this all going to go? He stepped into the purple dress with the black polka dots and pulled it up, slipping his arms into the three quarter length sleeves. The shoulders had pads, Connie straightened them for him. Shoulder pads had been a concern. Would he look too padded? They worked out fine, much to their relief. His shoulders were fine. "Don't help her Connie, she'll manage." Tina told her. "Laura, your slip is all bunched up, pull it down." "Connie whispered in his ear before she backed off. "You're doing fine. Don't be nervous." He did what Tina said. Connie's attempt to reassure him helped only a little. The back zipper was difficult to get up but he finally managed. He stood there looking at the two of them as they scrutinized him. "It looks like it fits her perfectly." Tina remarked smiling. "Laura, get the matching belt from the closet and put it on. Oh, yes. And the purple shoes that match." He should have expected that. He couldn't help but to stop briefly and look at himself in the closet door mirror. How appalling that he actually looked natural in the dress. He found the belt and shoes. Connie didn't bother to tell him there were thin loops for the belt but he tugged the dress down too much. "Laura pull the material up over the belt just a little. It's supposed to billow just a bit. That's better." He didn't know if the shoes were supposed to feel that snug at the toes when he sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. "They feel tight." Tina smiled at him. "They're brand new silly. You'll have to break them in. Walk over by the closet so we can see how you look." Walking in the two inch heals was treacherous. "I feel like I'm going to fall forward." He told them as he walked clumsily. Connie and Tina looked at each other and smiled when his back was turned. He looked like he should, like a gawky young teenager with her first pair of high heals. "Well, stop leaning forward silly. Put your shoulders back. That's more like it. You don't have to watch your feet to walk." He reached the wall and turned around to see them smiling at him. "What?" He asked, feeling very selfconscious. "Nothing. You look lovely in that dress." Tina said, wiping the smile off her face. "It's just that you look so uncomfortable in the shoes." Connie explained. "I am." He answered respectfully. "We'll practice each day until they feel more natural Laura. Don't worry. You'll get used to them in no time." The hell I will, he said to himself. "Let's try on the next outfit Laura. Connie and I bought these and we're anxious to see if they're right for you." None of these things are 'right' for me, he told himself as he pulled down the zipper and stepped out of the dress. Connie handed him the long sleeved black trapeze style dress with the flared skirt and jewel neckline. "You look very classy in that Laura." Tina told him when he managed to get the zipper up. Tina asked Connie. "The shiny black pumps or the ones with the gold bow on the toe?" Connie got up from the edge of the bed and walked over to him. "Try them both Laura. I'm not sure which would look better without seeing them on you." They were both as snug as the first pair. Tina decided on the first pair. "The pumps without the bow. When he has the right necklace and earrings on, the other pumps would be too much." "You look beautiful in that dress Laura." Connie told him in ernest. He looked at himself in the mirror again. He put one hand on his hip, the way the models in the magazines did. He put his feet together the way they did. Connie was right, Laura did look classy. John felt like a jerk. "You like that one?" Connie asked as she watched him pose. "It's pretty." Was all he said. He was getting over his initial embarrassment. Connie was relieved. The next dress Connie took out for him to try was the jacket dress she had picked out for him. John didn't have as much trouble with this one. The blouse had what they called a 'keyhole back closure'. It was just a button. The blouse was white with little cap sleeves and the skirt was navy skirt. The belt was part of the dress. The jacket Connie handed him was a jade and purple floral print with long sleeves rolled up a turn or two. Tina suggested he wear the black heels with the gold bow. "I picked that one out too. Do you like it?" Connie asked. He was posing again, one hand at his side and the other on his hip, drawing the jacket back. He couldn't get over how natural it looked on him. He definitely had a girl's figure. It was a strange feeling and it made him feel weird. "It's really nice." It was what they wanted to hear and he tried hard to sound convincing. The way he looked at himself told them what they wanted to know. He could say what he wanted but there was no mistaking that he was beginning to come around. The look on his face when he posed in the mirror said more than he was willing to admit. Tina and Connie were pleased. John had not done anything with his hair since he got up from his nap. Looking at himself in the mirror he could see that it was a mess. Without saying anything to the others, he went over to the dressing table, took one of the brushes from the drawer and primped his hair. Connie and Tina didn't say anything. They just looked at each other with the barest hint of a grin. The next dress was pink with cream colored dots. It had three quarter length sleeves, a jeweled neckline and a drop waist. The full skirt had soft pleats and was longer than the others. "It's very soft and feminine looking." Tina said as he looked at himself again. I like those shoes with it." Connie had given him the white heels to try. That disturbed him. He did not want to look soft and feminine but he had to agree to an extent. This was the prettiest dress he had tried on so far. John wasted no time in getting out of it. They saved the best dress for last. It was a peach colored knit that was figure flattering. John found it intimidating. He had to wiggle into it. Tina had told him to put on a different, shorter slip first. This dress, even more than the pink one, made him look feminine beyond his level of tolerance. He only took a quick look before he wiggled back out of it. It made his breasts appear more prominent and hugged his waist and hips. It was short, inches above his knees. "Don't you like it?" Tina asked. "It's too tight." He couldn't tell them he looked too feminine in it, too sexy. "It looked cute on you." Connie remarked. "You can wear tight dresses, you have the figure for them." She was actually a little jealous. "I felt funny in it." He admitted. "You'll get over that." Tina assured him. I doubt it, he thought to himself. Never. He didn't think the skirts and blouses would be as intimidating. He found out he was wrong. All three skirts were slim fitting and short. The blouses made him look and feel almost more feminine than the dresses had. Each was either trimmed in lace or made from soft silky materials. The flats that they made him wear with one of the outfits were certainly more comfortable than the heels. He was thankful for that at least. When he finally finished and pulled on the leggings and sweater again, he could relax and let some of the tension drain from his body. What he heard next brought it all back. "We didn't want to take a chance and by you too many things before we found out how these fit Laura. We need to go shopping and begin to fill out your wardrobe." Tina explained. Fine, go out and buy what ever you like. I don't plan on being here long enough to wear any of it. Soon, very soon, he told himself. "That'll be nice." John said with his perfected phony smile. "It'll be fun Laura. The three of use will have a ball shopping." Connie couldn't wait. The three of them? Did they expect him to go out with them shopping? Out in public? "I can't do that," He blurted out without thinking. "I won't go." John backed up to the wall. "Of course you will young lady. You'll go with Connie and I and you'll try on whatever we tell you to and you'll model the clothes for us just like you've done tonight." Tina was standing now. "NO! I can't, I won't." He was near panic. "You can and you will Laura. I told you what would happen if you misbehaved." Tina put her hand in the pocket of her slacks and found the remote. John collapsed to the floor in excruciating pain. His insides were trying to squeeze up through his throat and he gasped for air. The pain ended as quickly as it started. He lay there by the dressing table panting, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his stomach was cramping. Tina and Connie laid him on the bed. Connie backed off and let Tina do her thing. John lay there looking up at her while he held his stomach. "On Saturday, the day after tomorrow, the three of us are going to get up early, have breakfast, get dressed and we're going to go shopping. You, Laura are going to smile, look happy and be enthusiastic about buying a new wardrobe. You will do nothing to spoil our fun. Do you under stand?" "Yes." He whispered. "Good. That's settled. Now I think you better get ready for bed. It's been a long day for you. Connie, will you help her?" She stepped forward, "Sure. Laura and I will be fine now." Tina stormed out of the room. In the kitchen, she made herself a cup of tea and listened to Connie consoling him. The sensitive microphone even picked up his crying. Connie stroked his head as he sobbed. "You poor thing. Are you alright?" He sobbed quietly. "What...happened to...me?" "I don't know. Tina won't tell me how she does that." Connie lied. "Laura, you have to stop fighting what you've become. You have to learn to accept who you are now. It'll be so much easier for you." "I can't just give in." He said in a whisper. "Laura, you can't change what you are. Don't you know that it's wonderful to be a woman?" He looked up at her. "I don't know how to act like a woman, how to please her." John looked to the door through which Tina had passed. "I'll teach you Laura. Tina will too, once you concede that it's what's best for you. I promise you'll be happier than you've ever been." John's resolve was shaken. He would never give up his plan to escape but he didn't know how to fight them. Not when they could do this to him. "I'll try." he told Connie. "That's better. It's late, let's get you ready for bed." "Ok." He went with Connie, over to the dressing table. "Let's get your makeup off and moisturize." Connie gave him the makeup remover pads and he followed her instructions. "Don't pull your skin, especially around your eyes. It stretches the skin and gives you wrinkles. Do it gently." He was beginning to feel better. He applied the moisturizer to his face with the same gentle pressure. Connie had him use the moisturizing cream on his shoulders, arms and legs. "I want you to pamper yourself the same way every night." She explained. "I will." As long as I'm here, he told himself. "Good girl. Now why don't you get done in the bathroom and I'll get out your nightie." After he was comfortably snuggled under the covers, Connie went in the bathroom and got the bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet. She got him a glass of water from the sink. Before taking it into him she took the sleeping powder packet from her pocket and dumped the contents into the water. It dissolved quickly. She opened the aspirin bottle in front of him. "Take these Laura. They should help your stomach cramps." He washed them down with a third of the glass of water. "Thanks Connie." John appreciated her compassion. "Just get a good night's sleep. I'll see you in the morning." She turned out the light and let herself out. How could he fight Tina when she could tie him in knots the way she could. What could he do. He fell asleep trying to imagine what Saturday was going to be like. He couldn't, but if Connie was with him, he would try to manage. FRIDAY - DAY 28 He was stronger. They exercised for an hour. Connie took it easy on him. She added only a few new exercises. "They're to keep your bottom from sagging and your midriff from bulging." Connie tried to make the exercising fun and he was being very cooperative. Around Connie he could act the way she wanted him to. She didn't make him tense. She was fun to be with. They had waited until after exercising for him to take his shower. It was late morning when he was finished with his hair and makeup. "Alright, let's get you dressed. I want you to try to get comfortable in your heels so what will it be? One of your dresses or a shirt and blouse?" Connie stood in front of the open closet waiting for a response. "The grey skirt with the white blouse?" He asked. The gray was the longest skirt and the white blouse had the least amount of lace on it. There was only a little on the jewel neck collar and cuffs. "They're your clothes now Laura. You can wear whatever you want. I'll just let you know what's appropriate for what occasion. Your gray skirt with your white blouse is pretty. That would be fine. Find yourself a pair of taupe stockings and a white half slip in the dresser." John knew where to find them. He got the stockings on, awkwardly but without mishap. He put the slip on backwards at first but he caught himself and turned the slit to the back before Connie noticed. The blouse was the type you slip over the head and button in the back. "I can do it." He insisted when Connie offered to help. "Next time put on the slip after you put on your skirt. It won't bunch up that way." "That makes sense." Now for the part he wasn't looking forward to. "Which shoes should I wear with this?" "The black pumps I think." There was really nothing else he had that would go with that outfit. "Yes, the black ones." He took them off the rack and headed for the bed, where Connie sat, watching him. "No, don't sit. Learn to put them on without sitting down." "Why?" John asked. "Tomorrow, in the stores, you'll see that most women know how to do it that way. I don't want you to stand out." She looked at him with a silly grin. "Ok?" "Ok. Thanks Connie." He appreciated her thoughtfulness. He set them on the floor in the middle of the room. No problem with the first foot. The second was a little more awkward but he managed. "Now walk around for me." Connie asked. John did the best he could. "It'll get easier. Trust me. That skirt won't let you take long strides. Most girls, the ones with poise, don't. Don't stop, keep walking. Some of your dresses have flared skirts so you might be tempted to forget. Don't." "I'll remember." "Ok, good. Now another thing. I want you to walk a straight line from the door to me and pretend there's a two inch wide line on the floor. Put one foot in front of the other and try to just step on the edges of that line." John went to the door and turned toward Connie. He was a little wobbly but he made the attempt. "That's not bad but you need to practice, a lot. We don't have much time." "I know, that scares me. Are you sure I can get away with this?" John was worried. "You can if you pay attention and don't forget what I tell you." Connie smiled reassuringly. "And don't stop walking." He had stopped to ask her the question. He resumed practicing. She sat on the bed and watched as he walked round and round the room. "It's ok to swing your arms, a little, but not your shoulders." Connie stood up to show him. "The motion of walking ends at your hip. Leave it there." She made several circuits around the room to show him. "Balance." Connie had a surprise for him around lunch time but she wanted to be sure he was somewhat prepared to please Tina first. Connie stopped him after about twenty minutes. He was doing well. "How are your ankles?" "Tired. It's like the first time you put on ice skates each winter." "Good analogy. Want to sit down?" "Please." "Ok, on the chair." Connie pointed. He was ready to get off his feet and he plopped down into the overstuffed chair. "Not good, not good at all. Get up, I'll show you how to sit properly." Connie stepped up to the chair, turned and holding her skirt in back, settled lightly into the chair. "Now you do it." John mimicked her motions exactly. "That's better. Now put your legs together or some lecherous old man will try to look up your skirt." John almost laughed. He hadn't been thinking. He clapped his knees together. "Oops." "That's more like it." Connie said with a smile." You've seen girls sitting in restaurants and in lots of other places." "Sure." "They don't slouch when they sit." He pulled his shoulders back and sat up straight. "They put their feet to the side, still keeping their knees together, when they sit. Don't they?" John slid his feet about six inches to the right. "If you're sitting in the type of chair that's open underneath you can put them back and cross your ankles. Now, what do girls do with their hands when they sit?" John crossed his hands in front of him and looked up at Connie and smiled. "Cute, you imp." Connie hadn't seen much of a sense of humor in him until now. It was a good sign. He unfolded his arms and put his hands in his lap. "Better, what else?" He clasped his hands over his stockinged knees. "Good, what else?" He crossed his legs at the knee. It felt funny, different, nice, when his smooth stockinged legs rubbed together. "Good, but pull your skirt down a little." Connie said smiling. "It will always tend to ride up a little when you cross your legs. John tugged at the hem, getting it as far down as he could. "Much better." Connie remarked. "Anything else?" He looked at her, questioning. "I don't know." "You weren't very observant. Get up and I'll show you." John put his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed himself up. "Hold it right there. Did you realize what you just did?" "No, what did I do?" He asked sheepishly. "You pushed yourself out of the chair. A lady rises gracefully, not like that. It's balance Laura. Center your weight first them stand up. Being graceful is primarily balance. Like in the movies when they make the young girls walk around all day with a book on their heads. Balance." It sunk in. "I understand. Could you get me a book so I can practice." His interest pleased her. "Sure, I'll be happy to." Connie stopped to think. "Where were we?" "You were showing me what to do with my hands when I'm sitting." He offered. "Ok, I've got it." Connie settled very deliberately into the chair to make the point. "I see." John was watching her closely. Connie put her left hand on her knee and her right on