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Baby Baby by g. p. "Ow! That hurt" "Jeez aren't you the sensitive one. Here I thought you liked it when I nibbled on your nipples." "That was before you got me pregnant you miserable swine. Now as I've started to blow up like a beach ball every part of my body has betrayed me and become super sensitive." Cathy was into the sixth month of her first pregnancy. After having been a well off, self centered yuppie, with a perfectly proportioned exotic dancer's figure before the onset of a rapidly expanding waistline and inflating breasts - this was more than a bit depressing for her. Even the baby's constant squirming around hadn't been able to play on her maternal heart strings. "Look at it this way - I'm actually doing you a favor by getting you ready for the baby. We agreed he was going to be breast fed, right?" Rick was a slick, fast talking car salesman she'd met just over a year earlier when looking to buy a sports car. He'd wooed her that lovely spring day into buying a brilliant candy red convertible, then managed to talk his way into her heart during a three week whirlwind romance. The fact that he was tall, handsome, built, and hung like a horse probably had something to do with it too, but that's another story. "Some favor! Just remember, having this baby was all your idea. Seeing myself getting fatter by the day, or the thought of passing something the size of a bowling ball out my pussy, or better yet having to be on twenty four hour call to feed and clean a baby for four or five months is not exactly what I'd call a dream come true. Let's not forget what it's going to do to my career. If all I take is the minimum of maternity leave, I'll probably get passed over for any decent promotion." "You didn't seem to have these concerns that night we fooled around without any protection though, did you?" "That's what I get for marrying a car salesman, I guess." "I'll bet you anything that within six months of his birth you'll have forgotten all these aches and pains, and be so happy as a mother that you'll be just itching to get started on a second one." "Bet you anything I won't!" "You're on," and Rick reached out to shake her hand. "Now what should we bet for?" "I've got the perfect bet - if I win you get to know first hand what a pregnancy and motherhood are all about by having the next one, and if you win I guess I'll be having another baby." They both laughed at her silly joke then playfully he pushed her down on the bed. "Now shut your yap and let's get back to the fun." Rick was fascinated by her breasts - with their size, their firmness, and those permanently erect thimble sized nipples. He couldn't understand why they bothered her so. If they were his he thought, he'd be proud to sport them and proclaim to the world that he was with child. "Some fun," she thought as she lay back to let him have his way, yet again. "Oh how I wish the tables were turned, then we'd see how he'd like being a fat pregnant cow." It wasn't long before he'd moved his attentions to her permanently juicy slit, which was Cathy's sole source of enjoyment these days - though lately her belly had begun getting in the way of having good sex, and more unpleasantly - she'd begun to take it on her back instead of being on top as usual, since the extra weight of her belly would painfully pull at her back whenever she tried being on top. As much as she hated having his extra weight pressing on her distended tender belly, it was the lesser of two evils. On the plus side though, she was constantly horny, finding her orgasms more intense of late. As the weeks passed she counted the days until it would finally be over. Wearing tent sized dresses to cover melon sized boobs and a belly that stuck out a foot, never made up for that bundle of joy violently kicking to get out. Sex was almost nonexistent now, though Rick was still enjoying himself suckling at her breasts at every opportunity, especially now that Cathy had begun to produce that sweet preamble to mothers milk. As for Rick, his mind was consumed with thoughts of her hot juicy tunnel and the power of its grip it had had on his penis back in the days when sex was possible, which had him walking around with raging hard-ons all day. In preparation for the baby, now only a few weeks away, Rick was finally coaxed into preparing the baby's room, while Cathy bought a few nursing bras, baby bottles, a breast pump, and diaper supplies. The girls from work even held a baby shower, where she was heaped upon with baby clothes and a stroller, which was all fine and good but for the fact that motherhood still held no interest. When she began noticing wet stains inside her bras, Cathy was forced to start putting pads inside to soak up the uncontrollable leakage. "Oh we're having fun now," she'd sarcastically mutter over and over to herself. Finally the big day arrived. Of course Rick was at work when the call came in, and in true salesman's fashion, stuck around just long enough to close one more sale. By the time he'd made it home, Cathy was in the didst of serious labor pains, with contractions about every five minutes or so apart. "Where the hell have you been, you no good asshole? We were supposed to make it to the hospital early enough so that I could get an epidural. Now we'll be lucky to get there before the baby is born. Oh you'll pay for this, I swear." They rushed off to the hospital, arriving with plenty of time to spare, though as she'd feared it was too late for the epidural. The contractions became more intense causing incredible pain, but not much quicker. Cathy cursed and screamed her way through three hours of hell, until finally she gave birth to a beautiful seven pound baby girl. The proud father seeing that it was a girl and not the boy he'd been counting on, kissed his wife, told her how proud he was of her, and promptly left to drown his sorrows. As the weeks passed, Cathy made the best of motherhood, nursing and cleaning around the clock with no help to speak of from family or friends. Rick was making himself scarce too, spending long hours at work - and then some. When at home, he paid little attention to his daughter whom they named Ashley, never once offering to help out. No, Rick's attentions were focused on sex, or the lack of it to be more precise. Cathy's engorged breasts and recovering figure were looking oh so very inviting, but Cathy made it perfectly clear she was totally off limits until further notice. This frustrated him to no end, not being one to lead a celibate life for more than a few days at a time. By now Cathy was sure he'd started to sleep around, but for the sake of the baby, their marriage, and his income, decided not to confront him just yet. One afternoon while walking the baby through the local park, Cathy stopped to relax on a park bench, then for no apparent reason burst into tears. An old lady on a nearby bench hearing her sobs, came over to give comfort. "Oh my my my, why all the tears dearie?" "It's a long story I won't trouble you with, but thank you for the concern." "A pretty young mother such as yourself shouldn't be so sad. Please tell me your woes. It will make you feel better talking it through." Over the next hour Cathy poured out her heart to this kindly old stranger. "My dear, your story is a sad one at that, one which I have heard many a time before. You must not blame him, for he knows not what he does wrong. However, to enlighten him to the errors of his ways, a taste of his own medicine might not be such a bad thing, and for that I may be of some assistance. Think over my offer carefully until tomorrow this time, and if you still wish to follow this path, meet me here." The first question that came to Cathy's mind was whether this lady believed in her own mumbo jumbo, but before she could form a sensible question to ask, the old lady had gotten up and was already walking away. She sat there for a while going over the meeting, trying to decide whether or not to take it seriously, then shrugging it off as nothing, carried on with her walk. That evening, Rick showed up later than usual, smelling of beer and a flowery perfume, combined with the smirk plastered across his face that told Cathy exactly what he'd been up to. At that instant she made up her mind to meet the old lady the following day, if for nothing more than to quizz her on her strange offer. Rick was still in a frisky mood, but for Cathy the thought of fooling around seemed pretty revolting, and stuck to her guns in shunning Rick's advances. That night Rick managed a restfull sleep thanks in part to the large amount of alcohol still in his system, though Cathy tossed and turned all night trying to imagine what the old lady could possibly have in store for him, and whether or not she really had it in her power to do something. The following morning seemed to drag on for ever, as Cathy paced the house waiting for the appointed hour to meet again. Not taking any chances, she left an hour earlier than needed, spending the time circling the park over and over again, fuming in anger at Rick. Sure enough the old lady appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, exactly on time. "It's so nice to see you again my dear," she said as they approached one another. "I knew in my heart that I'd find you here today, but the look on your face shows still more sadness. Did he hurt you again my dear?" "The conceited stud he thinks he is, came home stinking of beer and a woman's perfume. Yes he hurt me - badly too." "In my bag here, is a potion which will make him see the errors of his ways - are you absolutely certain you wish to go through with this?" "The thing is, go through with WHAT!?" "That my dear, I cannot precisely explain, for the potion reacts differently on each person. All that I can say for certain is that he will learn his lesson. Now I ask one last time, do you want to continue?" Not seeing a down side to the offer, Cathy didn't waste another moment thinking about it and replied with an emphatic "YES!!" "As I knew you would. Take this vial and drink its contents, then sit back and let it do its work. Be patient, for it may take time for any results, but have faith that things will happen. Now drink." She handed Cathy a tiny glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. Opening the stopper Cathy tried to detect an aroma, but there was none, then in one quick gulp swallowed the contents, noting that it had no taste either. "No disrespect, but are you sure this wasn't just water and I'm being played a fool of?" "No offense taken my dear. Have faith and be patient." She got up to leave. "I'll pass by the park from time to time. If by chance we should meet, I'd be curious to see how you're getting along. Good luck." With that she turned a corner and was gone. At first Cathy wondered why she had drunk the liquid if it was intended for Rick, then when after a few minutes passed and she felt nothing different for having taken the 'potion', dismissed the entire event as the rantings of some kooky old lady, then headed off to do some grocery shopping. Rick's behavior and attitude remained unchanged as far as Cathy could tell over the next several weeks. As expected the potion hadn't made a bit of difference either. By now the baby was nearing five months old, and except for the engorged breasts of a breast feeding mother, Cathy's figure had regained most of it's trim curvy shape, driving poor Rick to the brink. Then one fine morning Cathy awoke to find Rick straddling her, forcing himself on her dazed and weaker body. It was six months to the day since she'd given birth and for Rick it was time to celebrate the event. With no foreplay, and no desire to have sex on her part, his entry was a painful one - but there was no stopping him. Now she was convinced the old lady's potion had been a hoax. Within minutes he was spent, happy and pleased with himself, then hopped off to grab a quick shower before starting his work day. Cathy spent a good part of that morning crying. The potion hadn't done anything, and now she'd been as good as raped. Hoping to confront the old lady, she dressed the baby then herself, and headed for the park. Sure enough she strolled up within minutes. "My dear, it's so nice to see you again. I can see by the sadness in your eyes that the potion has not yet tought your husband his lesson." "That useless potion of yours hasn't changed a thing!!! The bastard damn well raped me this morning." "I told you patience would be required. I have used the potion several times before with differing results each time, as I told you before, but it has never failed me yet. I cannot stay longer, but I promise you he will be dealt with." With that she smiled, patted Cathy's hand, rose and left. After shedding still more tears, she and the baby slowly made their way back home. Sometime after noon, while feeding the baby her lunch, Rick called. He was in a panic, something about a problem with his penis. He ranted on for a few minutes about how it felt on fire one minute, then like it was being attacked by a zillion pins and needles the next; cursed more than a few times, blamed Cathy for everything, never letting her get in a word, then as suddenly as that - hung up. "So he might finally be getting his after all. A useless dick will do just fine, thank you very much. Never doubted the potion for a minute." She laughed to herself at the thought of Rick's predicament. Sure enough, he was late for supper again, only this time she was pretty certain he hadn't been out screwing around. She greeted him with a wicked smile, "And how was your day, DEAR?" "You know damn well how it's been. Even my doctor couldn't help, except to give me a prescription for a pain killer - which hasn't helped either!" He was in a foul mood, which suited her just fine. Without another word he marched through the kitchen stopping only to grab a beer, then headed off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Knowing where his temper could lead, Cathy spent the evening watching television in the living room, going to bed only after she was sure he'd fallen asleep. He was in a deep sleep as she crawled in next to him, figuring by his alcohol laden breath he'd had more than just the one beer. Out of curiosity she soon let her hands wander down to his crotch to find out if anything physical had really happened. He was out cold, since he barely moved as she slipped her hand down his shorts. She'd expected to find things pretty much as usual, chalking up his rantings to some male exaggeration, only to find a much shrunken little penis. "Oh, this is too good! I wonder if Mr. Macho realizes yet his days of screwing are over. He'd be too embarrassed to ever whip out a little pecker like that." They were wakened in the morning by the sounds of a crying baby. Cathy rolled out of bed to fetch her, knowing by her aching swolen breasts that she was wanting her breakfast feeding. Rick woke to an urgent need to pee, heading off quickly to take care of business. Cathy smirked when she heard his muffled moans and cursing coming from the bathroom. By the time they met up in the kitchen, Rick was dressed for work. His normally olive skin was pale, his mood somber. Neither let on to what they knew, exchanging only brief bits of conversation ending with a light kiss as he headed out the door without having eaten anything. At work he sat staring out a window in a total daze for most of the morning, showing signs of life only long enough to get the odd coffee and pee three or four times - each session in the john reminding him in no uncertain terms of the problem in his shorts. By day's end he hadn't sold a single car - an all time low record for Rick, which called for a detour to his favorite local bar to drown his sorrows with a few of 'the boys', finally strolling in quite pickled sometime after eleven. This went on for a few days until finally his boss expressed his concerns about the poor performance and gloomy attitude. At home his mood was sullen, and as much as Cathy tried to ignore it, her uncontrollable grin spoke volumes until finally, Rick opened up after nibbling on some supper on the fourth day. "I don't know how or why you did this to me, and I'm sure you did, but you've proven your point. The joke's over - I'm not sure what I've done to deserve this - now give me back my !@#%& penis!" "Actually, as far as I know, I didn't have anything to do with whatever your problem is, dear. But as I remember, you probably brought it on yourself when we made that bet about having the next baby, back while I was pregnant. You must know that this hasn't been a picnic for me, and I really don't want to have another baby, so I guess by the terms of our bet - it's your turn now and what's happened to you is probably just the beginning. Besides, I think this might just be the sort of thing you've needed for a very long time if only to show you how inconsiderate a male chauvinist pig you really are." "What do you mean by that? Haven't I always treated you nicely? As for me having a baby, are you nuts?? Men don't have babies, and nothing in this world can change that. It's not like I'm about to sprout titties and trade in my dick for a pussy. Besides, the bet was obviously made in jest since men can't have babies." "Maybe not, but on the other hand your penis problems say that something is a happening, a bet is a bet, and we shook on it." "On the other hand nothing. This conversation is stupid. This has nothing to do with a bet and all to do with something you've done to me!" Grabbing keys and a jacket he stormed out. Homelife went further downhill from there, without a word said between them for the next three days. At work his attitude had cost him every last potential sale and he was now batting zero since the beginning of this ordeal. "How long are you going to keep up this silent treatment?" was Cathy's greeting as he came through the door stinking of scotch this time. Waving a clenched fist and turning beet red, he finally broke his silence blurting out in a rage, "I may have the necessary plumbing now, but you're out of your mind if you think I'm ever going to let some (shudder) man shove his penis up my hole!" "I seem to remember saying that to myself once upon a time, but hey that's what it's for, and a bet is a bet. Now wait a minute! Stop the press! Are you telling me you don't have a penis any more? Are you also telling me you've got a vagina? Oh, this is too good! I don't believe you. Can I see it?" The veins in his neck looked like they were about to burst at the realization that he'd just blurted out the extent of his predicament. For the first time in his life, Rick was at a loss for words. "Oh, this is too good," she kept repeating over and over. "With your sex drive I doubt you'll make it to your first period, sweetie!" Cathy was enjoying every minute of this. Seeing this was a no win situation, he up and staggered out of the house again. Where he slept that night Cathy never found out, but it surely wasn't at home. Still wearing the clothes of the previous day, unshaven, stinking of booze and cheap cigars Rick was the last to show up for work. Still his mind was adrift, and as another day wore on he again didn't sell a single car. The next day he staggered in in the wee hours of the morning, totally drunk for a change, bumping into furniture as he undressed on his way to the bedroom, which woke Cathy from all the noise. It was only a matter of minutes before he'd passed out cold. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, to check for herself what was going on inside those boxers. Sure enough there was nothing there - nothing but female labia and an all too familiar female vagina. "This is too much! This is wonderful! Just perfect. This is just what the self centered bastard deserves." She began to gently stroke it, even probe it to see his reactions. Within moments his hips began a rythmic gyration as his newly acquired pussy began to juice up, all to confirm that the new plumbing was indeed in working order. "This is going to be a hoot. I wonder if the changes will go any further though, since he's been walking around for days with a vagina and nothing else has changed?" she thought to herself. She laid back to contemplate how to handle him in the morning and how it would play out on their marriage, eventually falling asleep with visions of Rick in frilly panties. Was this how the potion would invoke its revenge, ruining his male sex life or was there more in store? No matter, this would do just fine. "But what if he really does get pregnant - WOW!" The next morning Cathy teased him by offering him a pair of her frilliest lace panties - he was not amused and showed it by screaming obsenities to rattle the walls. On a sarcastic, more serious note during a momentary pause in his rage, she pointed out that if in fact he had working women's plumbing, he'd be wise to keep some panty liners and tampons on hand, since there was no way of knowing if and when that first period might show up. "You're in no mood to be shown you how to use feminine hygiene products, but a smart guy like yourself should be able to figure it out. Just stuff these in a coat pocket, that is unless you'd like a purse to put it in - ha ha, and I'll fill you in tonight." "I am not going to carry these things on me, not now not ever!" "Have it your way, dear, but I'd love to see you explain the mess on that first day you start to bleed. Sure you won't reconsider?" She was absolutely gloating by now. "Oh, all right. God this is humiliating, and it's all your fault!" He gingerly held them between two fingers as if they were pure poison, grasping his fate more with each passing moment. He breathed a sigh of relief when they hid completely into an inside breast pocket. At work that morning his mind was still completely adrift. He daydreamed of having sex with women again, only to feel a dampness in his shorts and an inexplicable uncomfortable itch in his crotch with each fantasy. On occassion an image of himself having sex with a man even popped into his mind, followed by those same feelings in his crotch, despite the disgusting, inconceivable impossibility of it ever happening. It got to the point that by lunchtime, he began to notice a musky odor emanating from down under, an odor he was all too familiar with, an odor he was sure anyone in sniffing range would recognize. Reluctantly he went to the bathroom and pulled out from his inside coat pocket one of the panty liners Cathy had given him. Wearing boxers was proving no help whatsoever, though as he fiddled with trying to get the thing to stay in place, found that despite all concsious efforts to the contrary, he found himself getting more and more turned on. The privacy of the stall was enough for him to explore his new equipment further for the very first time, and soon he was thoroughly enjoying himself as first one, then two fingers began plunging into the depths of his newly acquired vagina. The smell his orgasm left on his hands and clothes were, he was certain, all too detectable by anyone getting within ten feet, no matter how much he wiped and no matter how strong the deodorant in the panty liner was, so on the excuse of suddenly not feeling well, immediately left for home. To his great relief Cathy was out, so he didn't have to explain himself - quickly stripped and jumped into a cold shower with the intention of cleansing himself after that rousing session of masturbation, but as he soaped himself, a weak will and slippery fingers began massaging those tender sensitive lips once again, bringing on an even more powerful orgasm than the last, that left him shuddering and weak kneed. Satisfied he was clean and all played out, he dried off quickly to get dressed, get out of the house before Cathy showed up, and get back to work before his abscence raised too many hackles. He was about to grab a fresh pair of shorts out of his underwear drawer, when the idea of borrowing a pair of Cathy's panties crossed his mind. Not that he wanted to wear panties, you understand, but the obvious practicality of being able to insert a panty liner in a properly fitting garment, just seemed to be the right thing to do. Nervously he dug to the bottom of her lingerie drawer to find a pair she wouldn't notice missing. Sliding a hand through all those silky womens undergarments sent a tingle straight to his crotch, until he blindly pulled out a pair of skimpy black laced panties. They weren't exactly his size, what with Cathy's hips being considerably wider than his, but under the circumstances they'd have to do. The feeling of form fitting underwear (after wearing baggy loose boxers sans cock and balls to fill them for days now), with what felt like a diaper inside and rubbing against unfamiliar body parts, was the oddest he'd ever experienced in wearing clothes, but tried to block it out of his mind as he finished getting dressed. Checking to make sure all was as he'd found it, he raced back to work. In the next two weeks Rick only managed to sell three cars, which certainly did not sit well with his boss who now read the riot act. It was "snap out of it and move some cars, or start looking for a new job. We'll talk again in a week!" Yet each time he sat across from a customer, male or female, all he could do was imagine what sex would be like with them, followed by that now familiar dampness between his legs, which so totally distracted him that there was no way to keep focused on work. One night, after nibbling on his supper, Cathy reminded herself of the lesson in feminine hygiene she'd meant to tell him about some time ago. When she used this to break the deafening silence which had become the way of life at home, it brought on a crimson blush. "Why Rick, I do believe you're blushing. Does it embarrass you?" He hadn't counted on getting caught this way, so soon. "If you must know, I'm already wearing a liner" he muttered under his breath. "You horny little thing. You couldn't keep your pants on, could you?" "No, it's nothing like that - but if you must know, it's because I've been walking around all day feeling damp and smelly, so I thought I'd see if they'd help, that's all." "Hey, you don't get all wet for nothing. Tell me you've been getting worked up thinking about having sex, am I right?" "Well, a couple of times I suppose." "Liar! You're blushing again. Now tell me - are you dreaming of sex with a man or a woman?" "A woman of course!" "You're lying again, I can tell. No matter, I still say you'll be knocked up soon enough. But I haven't noticed any of my tampons or pads missing, which can only mean you've bought some for yourself. Come to think of it, I haven't seen any of your dirty boxers in the wash lately either, which can only mean you've been shopping. Please, you've got to tell me what it was like." "Yes I've bought some things, and no I won't get into the details." "So are you wearing panties, and if so can I see them?" "Yes and no! Now can we please change the subject?" The talk was going nowhere that Rick wanted it to, so he stormed off to the bedroom on the verge of tears. Days passed with more of the same at work, dreaming of sex and not selling many cars. To drown his sorrows, he decided to stop off for a drink after work for the first time in weeks, but felt that going to his regular haunt could prove awkward if any of his lady friends happened to be there, choosing instead a new place where he doubted he'd run into any of his 'buddies'. He was soon downing a cold one at the bar, when a tall muscular, well groomed middle aged man sat down next to him. As the man called out his order, a combination of body language and vocal inflections made Rick believe that the guy was a total fruit and he'd accidently gone into a gay bar. "No big deal," he figured. "I'll mind my own business, have my drink and be on my way." But it wasn't long before the two had struck up a conversation and were talking sports and fast cars, as time passed and more drinks were downed. When the stranger invited him up for a nightcap, Rick thought nothing of it in his half pickled state, and agreed to join his new drinking buddy. As Rick admired the neatness of this bachelor's apartment with all it's African fertility sculptures, his host poured a couple of stiff drinks. Expecting they'd sit opposite each other as they talked over drinks, Rick casually chose to sit on the sofa - only to be joined at his side by his new found friend. Suddenly it donned on him that this guy was about to make a pass. Not wanting to be rude and not sure how to get out of the situation he downed the drink and was about to get up and leave, when he felt a hand slide between his legs causing him to gasp. He tried to get up, but now a very large, muscular arm was draped over his shoulder making it next to impossible without having to fight the guy off, which judging by his build would not be easy. Besides, his legs were so wobbly he doubted they'd hold him up. His mind was screaming out for this to stop, but his body had other plans. There was that dampness again, only now he could actually feel himself getting wet with excitement and as much as he wanted this to end, all he could do was sit there frozen, except for an occassional twitch as he got rubbed just the right way. His mind was spinning, mixed with repulsion at being in the arms of another man and the burning desire to have sex with him. He watched in disbelief as one of his own hands then reached over to feel for the bulge in his partner's pants. Then in a flurry they both reached to undo the other's pants. "Ooh, I like the panties sweetie, but I can't wait to see what they're hiding," cooed the stranger. He reached inside expecting to find Rick's stiff cock, only to find a verrry juicy pussy. "What have we here?" "You know perfectly well what it is, now don't ask any more questions, and let's get down to business." In moments Rick could feel the head of a penis making its way past his outer lips, filling a tunnel he couldn't believe was his own. At first he felt like a stuffed goose with this seemingly immense penis inside him, somewhat painfully stretching virgin territory, but the feeling of that penis sliding in an and out, gently rubbing up against his virgin clit, was soon becoming a heavenly sensation, Rick wanting it to last for ever. The pace quickened, the pumping becoming more urgent, the excitement building toward his first true female type orgasm. But all too soon there was a sudden swelling followed by a gush of heat in his inners that told him he'd just been screwed. No bells, no stars, no orgasm for poor Rick, only sweaty dead weight laying atop him, and a feeling of wetness running into the crack of his ass. Finally he managed to free himself, as his 'lover' panted and wheased, and headed to wash off in the bathroom. Watching himself washing the void between his legs, rinsing off the sticky fluids leaking out of his pussy, the reality that he'd just been screwed by another man began to sink in, and started to cry. Without stopping to chat or even trade names, Rick quickly dressed and headed home, where he was greeted by an all knowing Cathy. "Been working late for a change, have you?" "It's all your fault, now leave me alone!" and headed straight for the bathroom to take a very long shower. For the next two weeks Rick lived and worked in fear, both for his job and the possibility his foolishness had gotten him pregnant. He tried to focus on the job, upping his sales enough to keep his job - "for the time being." Getting his period was a mixed blessing between not being pregnant, the cramps, and learning how to change a tampon - but at least he wasn't pregnant. Along with pads and tampons, he made sure now to keep a safe neatly tucked in the jacket breast pocket too. Feeling better at the end of the period, the urges to have sex again returned, but now even stronger. Masturbating in the shower at home, or bathroom stalls at work weren't enough, and Rick soon found himself being drawn back to that new bar again. The repulsion of having sex with another man was now completely outweighed by an insatiable appetite for a penis throbbing inside him. His old habits of coming home late after work were starting all over again as Cathy began to wonder if her cure for infidelity had backfired. What with Rick's little secret between his legs, there were obviously no lipstick stains or perfume to prove he was up to his old tricks, but she was sure he'd found a way to get his jollies. Sometime during the sixth week since his last period, it donned on Rick that it was late in coming, but thought it was just his body still adjusting to the new equipment, especially since he'd taken 'precautions' with the other men. Between the stress at work, the stresses of home life, and the drastic changes in his body - he'd lost his appetite of late, to the point of losing enough weight for his clothes to start looking downright baggy. ******* As usual Cathy was first up in the morning to answer Ashley's call for food one morning, and by the time the bedroom alarm clock rang, a pot of coffee was already brewing. Rick woke up to the alarm ringing in his ear, followed by his typical shit - shower - shave routine. Only this morning as he made his way to the bathroom he caught a whiff of the coffee aroma along with frying eggs and nearly puked on the spot, though he managed to make it to the toilet bowl before hurling. He crawled back into bed still nausious, then had Cathy call in sick for him. By late morning the nausea had subsided and he felt well enough to head in to work, grabbing a glass of juice and a piece of toast as his breakfast on the way out of the house. He hadn't shaved, but the minimal growth and the late hour meant he'd be able to put it off for the day. No sooner had he arrived when he was summoned to the boss's office. "Rick my boy, the time has come for some changes around here. As you well know, your performance has not been anywhere near what I'd expect of you, to the point of being pitiful and totally unacceptable of late. On top of that I've been watching you to see if maybe there was a problem I could spot that could be addressed, since you've been my best salesman for years and it hurts to see you slumping so bad. But for weeks now, all you do is sit at your desk staring off into space half the day. To make things worse I've noticed that more and more often you're coming to work late and that you're clothes look like you've been sleeping in them. I've given you fair warning but I'm afraid I can't cut you any more slack - you're starting to bring down morale, and I'm so very sorry to do this, but I've got to let you go. Your pay and papers are waiting for you with my secretary, and again, I'm sorry it's turned out this way." He rose to escort a shell shocked Rick out of the office. Within an hour Rick had cleaned out his desk, said his good byes, and was on his way home. The look on his face as he walked in the door so early in the day, told Cathy instantly what had happened. "My life has turned to shit, and it's all because of you and that stupid bet." "Hey now wait a minute here, missy! As I remember it, you're the one who made the bet, so you have only yourself to blame." On the one hand Cathy was again pleased that he'd gotten more of what was coming to him, but on the other hand, with no more job it meant he'd have to find another one quickly or she'd have to go back to work sooner than planned, if they were to meet the rent. In a flash she decided it would be her to get back to work, leaving Rick to maintain the house and care for the baby - just to show him how the other half lived. They talked it over - albeit one sidedly, as Cathy's mind was irrevocably made up, and even though he tried his best to argue the matter, Cathy was soon on the phone to her old boss. "That's great! See you tomorrow. Bye.....Rick ...Great news!...They need me and want me back immediately." "Just great." "Oh don't be such a grouch. Look at it this way...you'll finally have some quality time with your daughter, you know the one - Ashley?" "Oh great, just great, that's just what I wanted - to play babysitter and househusband, yeah great." "Look, if I'm to start work tomorrow, I've got things to do. There's formula in the fridge, you have to change her diaper when she wakes from her nap, then needs to be fed, and I'll see you later." As fast as that she grabbed car keys and a purse and was gone. He just sat there, his mouth gaping. All too soon he heard Ashley crying, but not having ever changed her diaper before, it was a nervous Rick that went to attend to her. After fumbling with the sleeper, then cleaning her mess, he managed to get on another fresh diaper and her cries changed to smiles by the time she was gingerly picked up. She must have sensed his nervousness or was truly famished, because in moments she was screaming louder than ever. In a panic, he ran to the kitchen in search of a bottle, quickly jamming it in her mouth, which luckily soothed her instantly. After downing the entire bottle, he remembered something about burping a baby after feeding it. He rested her over his shoulder, patted a few times and waited for the expected belch. Only Ashley was not so obliging, instead tossing her entire lunch down Rick's back. "Ah, damn it all! Look at this mess. When Cathy gets back I'm putting an end to this! Babies are a mother's responsibility, and I'm certainly no mother!" The afternoon was spent cleaning himself, running a wash - another new adventure - to rid the house of the awful stink of baby puke, and changing a few more smelly diapers. When Cathy returned from an enjoyable afternoon of shopping and a pampering session at her favorite beauty salon, she found them both sound asleep on the living room floor. That evening Cathy laid out her view on things. "Since I'll be at work all day, I won't be here to feed her any longer, so I've bought a case of formula and lots of baby food." She laughed, he sneered. "Also, if you're taking over the household duties, I've made a schedule of things to do for the week, and remind you that if we're to eat it's going to be up to you to get the food and prepare the meals - and no frozen dinners, thank you!" "Anything else, dear??!!" Quite pleased with herself and by the turn of events she replied. "No, I think that should do for now." *********** The alarm was set an hour earlier than usual to give Cathy time to dress, do her makeup, and grab a bite of breakfast. As it went off she sprang out of bed anxious to greet the day ahead while Rick groggily rolled out, and the baby began to wail - right on cue. By the time Cathy was done in the bathroom, he'd changed a diaper and begun feeding Ashley. Cathy prepared herself a typical breakfast of coffee eggs and toast. Again, as soon as he got a whiff of the eggs Rick instantly felt nauseous, to the point where he had to put Ashley down, rush off to the bathroom and upchuck. Once could have been due to illness, but two days in a row - Cathy knew the score. As he came out of the bathroom she confronted him. "So you're pregnant. Congratulations!" "I am not pregnant! What on earth would have led you to that idiotic conclusion?" "Try - morning sickness." "Look, you don't know what you're saying, okay? Now why don't you run off to work like a good little girl." She did just that, leaving Rick to mind the baby and the house. In an effort to prove that he was every bit as capable at house keeping as any 'woman', he followed Cathy's list to the letter and then some, going so far as to prepare a three course dinner for their supper. Cathy was properly impressed upon returning from work, noting too the fatigue on Rick's face. Oh, he tried to keep her company, barely nibbling on his food, but was dozing off by meal's end and headed straight off to bed without doing the dishes. This manual labor thing and baby minding business was a lot more demanding than Rick had ever realized, forcing him to take afternoon naps along with the baby. By week's end he'd gotten the hang of using the washer, the vacuum, and an iron - but the fatigue was still there. Now that Cathy was back at work, the only time to run errands, buy clothes, or get her hair done was on the weekend. After a physically challenging week like he hadn't experienced in years, all Rick wanted to do was rest, maybe even catch a ball game on the tube - a chance to get some well deserved R & R. But Cathy wasn't about to let him off so easy and let it be known that she had 'things to do' which meant Rick was still stuck to babysit. Even so, by lunchtime Rick saw to it that the house was tidied up and Ashley was napping. Parking in front of the television, he began flipping channels in search of a good game, only it was still too early, with only gardening and ladies fashion shows on. "Well at least the girls are pretty" he thought to himself as he settled on CNN's Style. Todays feature was on makeup, and the dramatic transformation it could perform on the plainest of faces, though the models were anything but plain. He was mezmerized by their beauty, their complexion, figures, and even the clothes they paraded, bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his crotch. When the pre- game shows started, his mind was still back with those lovely young women. As the next work week began, Rick decided to make a few changes to the routine, by taking Ashley out for a nice long walk and check out the local coffee emporium in hopes of finding other house husbands to commiserate with. It wasn't hard to spot the locals, their scruffy casual clothing and strollers being the dead giveaways, nor was it too difficult to join their clique. This was a great way to pass the time, enjoy a great cup of java, and break the hum drum life of cooking and cleaning, though it didn't leave much time to get through with chores before Cathy got home. By weeks end Rick was feeling right at home with these new found friends and neighbors, with the slight exception that other than for himself, all the other men had seemingly willingly chosen this lifestyle, and as far as he could tell none of the others was walking around with a vagina. "This isn't such a bad life after all, between the lack of pressures - once a part of my every day work life, the company of good friends, and time with Ashley," he was idly chatting with one of 'the guys', Hank, over a mochachino one morning. The overriding need to have sex with a man had mysteriously stopped, though spotting the more handsome of the group did trigger some vivid scenarious of alternate ways to pass the days, and with it that now familiar pleasant damp slippiness of his pussy. "What I do miss is the excitement of competing for a customer and the satisfaction of closing a profitable sale." What Rick failed to notice during their talk, was Hank's glances at the way he was sitting - with legs neatly crossed in a way that should have been most uncomfortable if not impossible for a man. When at last Rick realized Hank wasn't paying too close attention to the topic of discussion and saw just why, he ever so calmly readjusted his legs, wondering why he'd done it and made a mental note to be more careful in future. Over the next few weeks Cathy began watching Rick to see if there weren't something different about him, able to spot only that his skin seemed less rugged and considerably less hairy, and that his appetite seemed to have returned. He was still very much embarrassed about walking around without a cock and balls, making sure not to undress in front of her or let her get anywhere near him when in bed. For his part Rick was relieved that those bouts of morning nausea had ended, and that his appetite had returned with a vengeance, though with all the food, his waistline and hips were sprouting at an alarming rate. Cathy noted one Saturday morning, "It's interesting how I'm back at work and you're here at home - the househusband. You're even starting to look the part too with your long hair and baggy sweats. You really should take better care of yourself you know. As a matter of fact, why don't I make an appointment for you to get your hair done, god knows you need it." Again his protests fell on deaf ears, as Cathy called her stylist at the unisex hair salon they both frequented. What he wasn't telling her, was that he was wearing the baggy clothes for several reasons, including an effort to hide a weight loss to his upper body and thighs, to hide his widening hips, and most recently because they felt more comfortable against a constantly tender tummy. As for the long hair, he'd noticed that some of the other guys as part of their casual lifestyles, had grown beards and in some cases let their hair grow long into pony tails, so letting it grow out wasn't much of a concern. The idea of a beard had crossed his mind as a way to bug Cathy, since she thought them to be a sign of unprofessionalism, but even without shaving for days now, there was barely a blond peach fuzz showing, making a beard an impossibility. The salon had an immediate opening, so as she hung up the phone Cathy grabbed Ashley, a purse and Rick, in one flowing motion. Once at the salon and seated at the shampoo station, Cathy pulled the stylist aside to discuss several possible cuts, considering hair of this length and texture, slipping her a few bills to ensure she followed all her instructions to the letter and to ignore any of Rick's pleas or protests. It had been almost two months since his last cut and it had been somewhat long to begin with, and now his hair hung to his shoulders. Since the shop catered to both men and women, and Rick was quite comfortable being there - had even come in on his own on occasion, he felt satisfied he was in capable hands, so it didn't bother him when Cathy and baby left to do some shopping. After the customary shampooing, he was led back to a chair for the cut. When she began to comb out his hair in preparation of the cut, Rick sat patiently awaiting her usual request for instructions on how he wanted it cut, but she never opened her mouth. "Aren't you going to ask me how I want it cut?" "I think I already know, but let's hear it anyway." "Parted on the side, long enough to cover my ears, and shorter in the back than last time." "No problem, just sit back and relax." It struck him as odd that she was squirting some smelly goop into his hair instead of beginning the cut. "You must have been indoors for a long time recently. Your hair is in terrible shape. I'm going to give it a treatment that will repair much of that damage, so sit back and relax, it has to soak in for a while." After some time she reappeared and after rinsing out the solution, repeated with yet another even smellier liquid. "This is a professional conditioner to make the hair more manageable. It too will take some time to soak in, so you might as well read a magazine for a while, and I'll see you soon." After flipping through a copy of Vogue and another of Cosmo., it was time to lead him back over to the wash basin. As soon as the last of the goop had been rinsed out, a towel was wrapped around his head and was led him back to the styling chair. She then began the cut - a little here, a little there, and after a much longer time than usual, the cutting was done. Now another goop was liberally applied. "This will add body to the hair as I blow dry it" she explained. Cathy walked in just as the last strands were being brushed out. "Oh Rick, you're absolutely adorable. I love it!" "What do you mean 'adorable'? It should look about the same as I've been having it cut for the past fifteen years. What have you done to me now? Turn this chair around so I can see for myself." As his reflection came into view he gasped and turned beet red at the same time. "What the hell have you done to me? I DEMAND that you get busy and undo this - this sick joke!" His normally brown hair was now golden honey blond, but that was only the half of it, for it had ben cut and styled in a most feminine layered design, complete with bangs and teased higher and more full than ever before. The stylist knew better than to get caught up in the middle of a lovers quarrel, and quickly disappeared. "Darling, I think as the perfect house husband you're becoming, this style is just right on you, don't you think? I'll bet the guys at the coffee shop will just love it too, but then again, now that you're starting to show, I doubt you're planning on being seen in public for a while - what would the guys think. That is unless you're ready to admit that you're pregnant and ready to be seen properly dressed - in maternity dresses. But since I know you're still in denial, this new look of yours will be for my private enjoyment, and I think it's adorable." At this point there was little to do without creating a scene, which would have only made matters worse. Rick couldn't wait to get away from all those snickering onlookers, couldn't wait to get home and wash out his hair. Of course they drove home in silence, Cathy beaming with satisfaction, while Rick sulked, trying to figure a way to get hold of a do it yourself hair coloring kit without having to actually go out and buy it in person. Once the setting lotion had been washed out, poor Rick wasn't much happier, as he still had a head full of long blond wavy hair that needed to be blown out and styled somewhat if only to keep it out of his eyes and off his face, now that it was too short to pull into a ponytail. Over the next few days, each time he caught sight of himself, there was a moment of surprise at the pretty blond staring back at him. With time he became more accustomed to a head full of sculpted long bouncy hair, and despite it being blond, he actually began to like the new cut. As they readied for bed one night, Cathy caught a profile view of Rick. "Honey, how long are you going to keep denying you're pregnant?" "I guess for ever, since guys can't get pregnant, and besides - even it it were somehow possible considering this pussy of mine, it'll never happen." "Then tell me, when was your last period?" "If you must know, I've only had one and that was a few weeks ago, why?" "So let's see, a late period, morning sickness, fatigue, balooning waistline, no appetite for weeks followed by constant hunger, and if my eyes don't deceive me - sprouting little titties. And you don't think it all adds up to being pregnant? Boy are you ever in denial. Tell you what though, when your clothes don't fit any more, you're welcome to my maternity wardrobe." "Funny, very funny, ha, ha, ha!" "Hey, I knew you wouldn't be able to keep yourself from trying out the equipment, if only to know what it felt like to have a stiff prick inside you, and I don't blame you, I kind of miss it too. But you really should have been more careful dear, I mean you do know how to make babies, right?" She giggled as he stood there speechless. The daily coffee shop ritual now a thing of the past, Rick had plenty of free time, and used it the following morning to strip for a self inspection in front of the full length bathroom mirror. Sure enough, everything Cathy had described was true, right down to the slightly swollen mounds on his chest - budding breasts. In a panic, he dressed himself in a loose track suit, gave his hair a quick brushing, and readied the baby for a trip to the local pharmacy. The clerk was a pleasant young woman who only smiled at the request for a pregnancy test kit. When Cathy came home that night, there was no supper ready, only a weeping Rick in the living room sitting next to an opened pregnancy test kit. "I'm a man, and a man can't have a baby - even if his genitals have been somehow switched. The bet was only a joke, you can't force me to have a baby!" "Sorry honey, but I guess you aren't the man you thought you were, now are you? And while we're at it, might I remind you that no one forced you to make or accept our bet, nor am I the one who got you pregnant - you managed that one all on your own. So now I get to sit back and enjoy watching you, Mr. Macho, live through one of life's most enjoyable miracles, right through to the delivery. Oh I can't wait for that! Then we'll give it a bit of time and we can talk about who'll be having another baby. I'm willing to lay odds it won't be me. In the mean time though, my offer still stands about using my maternity clothes - that is unless you'd rather buy some of your own?" She chuckled, he sobbed some more. "I suppose I ought to mention, that once you're into maternity clothes, you'll be wanting to look like the radiant expectant mother to be that you are, so feel free to borrow a purse, use my makeup, ..." "Never! Not in a million years. It won't happen. I'm going to hole myself up here for the duration, or the abortion - which ever comes first." "Soon enough you'll feel the baby move, and then I'd like to see my big strong husband muster up the nerve to get an abortion. It won't happen! Then as your tummy begins to bulge and your breasts swell with milk, and nothing fits any more, I'm sure you'll be wanting to dress appropriately. And aren't you forgetting your regular visits to the gyno, and the pre-natal classes, and what about taking Ashley for her daily walks? Never is a long time to stay holed up and a statement you might want to reconsider, mister." This was wonderful, watching the look on his face as he saw where his life was heading. As a closing to the discussion, Cathy headed off to the kitchen, giving one of Rick's erect nipples a pinch on the way by, which caused him to flinch in pain. There was no doubt that his body was betraying him. With each passing day he was noticing subtle changes, not only to his waist, but his breasts, skin, and hair too. It wasn't long before the elastic of even his sweat pants was becoming too uncomfortable to bear, and those maternity clothes began looking like the only practical solution. The final straw came one day when he realized there were no diapers left in the house. Cathy had been pretty good about keeping the house stocked, and aside from a few short walks with Ashley, he'd been able to hide away - but now there was no choice but to go out and be seen in public. Rick tried to get dressed, changing from a loose bathrobe into his sweats, but the elastic waistband was just too constricting. Not wanting to, yet having to, the only alternative was to try on the maternity wear. Cringing at the thought, but forced by the reality of his now jiggly breasts, not only was he about to try on ladies maternity wear but he'd be needing a bra to wear underneath it too. He began rummaging through Cathy's underwear drawer to find a bra that would contain his jiggly puffy chest, and a dress that would fit his mis-shaped body. He struggled to get the bra on, which really didn't fit properly what with Cathy a C cup and his little titties at most an 'A' - with a chest measurement larger than Cathy's too, but it was better than nothing, then slid on a maternity dress of all things! Looking at himself in the mirror, staring back was an unmistakenly preganant looking - guy in drag. "No way I'm going out looking like this," but the baby began to wail leaving no options. He tried on a pair of Cathy's shoes - something that might look more appropriate with a dress than his men's running shoes with their styling and somewhat higher heels, and found that they fit surprisingly well considering he'd always thought his feet to be so much larger than hers. But with the shoes came the need for stockings, nylons to be exact. Quickly rummaging through another of Cathy's drawers, he came across a package of sheer maternity pantyhose. Removing them from the pack, it didn't seem possible these flimsy little tubes would make it up his legs, let alone over his hips, but it was worth a try. Bending over, his stomach got squished. A new tack was needed, and after a few more attempts managed to get them up to mid thighs. Stretching and tugging, now in a sweat, they were finally up all the way. With Ashley wailing away, he slipped the shoes back on and took his first tentative steps in women's heels. The feel of the nylon encasing his legs, the sound of the material rubbing as he stumbled towards the mirror, brought on an embarrasing flush to his cheeks from the unexpected pleasurable sensations. He was certain he still looked like a guy dressing up even after taking a brush to the hair that now reached inches past his shoulders. Feeling totally self concious and nervous as hell, it was time to go. He grabbed his wallet and keys off the dresser, only to be reminded that of course the dress had no pockets. The purse Cathy had left hanging on the closet knob would have to be put into service. Opening it to load his things, he found a hair brush and lipstick inside. The thought of wearing makeup had never - ever in his life crossed his mind, but seeing it gave him the idea that he'd probably look better with it than without, and that he might just pass a little more convincingly as a woman instead of a guy in drag. Nervously, with trembling hands he gingerly fumbled with the tube. As it uncapped he was hit with a sweet perfumy scent, then twisted it to expose a bright red phallic symbol. Watching his hand in the mirror as it slowly rose to meet his lips he broke out in a cold sweat, then watched in amazement as he began stroking some of the glossy red color to his lips. The first attempt made a terrible mess, so it got wiped off and he tried again with better success, but redid it for a third time, now starting to get the hang of it. For better or worse, it was done and now time to leave, so he and the baby headed off to shop. Pushing a stroller down the street he was surprised that no one paid him much attention, so he continued heading down the street with just a touch more self confidence. Perhaps it was on account of the shoes he deduced, but if he wasn't mistaken he'd developed a definite sway to his step that seemed to be centered at the hip as evidenced by the swaying motion of the dress. Stumbling a few times on the unaccustomly elevated shoes, he slowed the pace, taking greater care in taking each step, which only pronounced the sway of the hips. At the store a few people smiled at the sight of his slightly rounded belly and the obvious maternity wear, some even asking when the baby was due, which unconciously brought on a nervous smile and a tentatively proud response of "five more months" each time. By the time they'd returned home he was exhausted and once the baby was changed and fed, they both took a well deserved nap. He awoke to the sounds of Cathy's hysterical laughter. "Don't you look pretty in that dress, Mr. Stud. It seems like only yesterday that you said 'never' to a dress, now just look at how cute you are." "Hello to you too!" He was in no mood for her digs. "Believe me, it was only because it was an emergency. Even if the dress is somewhat comfortable to wear, I'm not going to start dressing up like a girl, that's for sure." "So should I be trying to find you some extra large jeans or oversized sweats for your doctor's visit next week?" "What doctor's visit?" "Silly, your first prenatal gyno check up. I've made an appointment for you next Tuesday." His stomach began to churn at the gravity of the situation, but settled down when he rubbed it gently. "You're serious aren't you - me going to a gyno?" "I must say that you put yourself together quite well - or did one of your old girlfriends come over to help you? If you'd like, I'd be glad to give you some pointers that would make you look much prettier, for the next time you're out." With the thought of having to be seen in public again while out for a walk or attending to errands, or the thought of sitting in a doctor's waiting room filled with expectant women, he sheepishly replied "Would you?" This totally shocked Cathy, who thought he'd have rebelled to the bitter end and did her best to hide the shock, carrying on as if his reply was expected. "Let's start by showing you the basics of makeup. Come sit at the vanity while I book you another apointment at the salon -you're about due." Gesturing like a cocky big shot, "Sure, why not, and while we're at it why not book a manicure too." By now Cathy was already making the appointment. "Yes I'd like to make an appointment with Stacey for a styling, with Cheryl for a manicure, oh yes, and Karen for a leg wax....Yes Saturday morning at ten will be fine.... Thank you." Then she dialed again. "Good evening, I'd like to make a reservation for two on Saturday at seven...Rickie... Thank you." "Rickie?" "They'd have a hard time believing you to be a 'Rick', don't you think?" "You're serious about this aren't you?" "Like a heart attack! You are going to experience every bit of being a woman, a pregnant one at that, from the housework to the work we go through to please a man, then I dare you to make light of a woman's life again." Cathy gave Rick his first lesson on makeup essentials, which lasted for what seemed only minutes despite the fact that she'd actually spent nearly two hours showing him how to use the various creams, powders, pencils, and lipsticks at her disposal. "You'll see that I don't own a single pair of maternity pants, never saw any that were flattering to a big belly, and wearing a dress is so much more ladylike - don't you think?" He had to agree, but couldn't see where it was leading. "A lady should always be presentable, from her clothes to her hair, makeup, and accessories -right?" She was plucking hairs from his eyebrows as she spoke. "You're turning into a lovely young lady, with child, and I'll expect you to dress and maintain yourself accordingly, understood?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing, yet the pregnant woman in the mirror didn't see many alternatives to this plight, so he obediently nodded in agreement with Cathy. That, and the fact that if he lived up to his end of the bet, he'd show her just how tough, flexible, and capable a man could be. The evening ended with a kiss and his first "I love you" to Cathy in many months, as they went to bed. With still two days to go before the Saturday feminization ordeal, he tried to figure a way out because the more he thought about it the less appealing it seemed, and he 'sure as hell didn't want to end up all dolled up like a girl'. Yet each time he caught sight of his reflection, it seemed less and less like he remembered it to be. His skin was so smooth and soft to the touch, the carpet of hair on his arms legs and chest barely a blond peach fuzz now, the need to shave all but a memory, with everything about his body seemingly more delicate, more - feminine. He felt his stomach fluttering on and off again, figuring it to be nerves in anticipation of Saturday, though for some uncanny reason, it would settle down if gently rubbed. He'd play with his hair while eyeing himself, trying to imagine what the end result of Saturday would look like even going so far, as to put on lipstick and a pair of Cathy's clip on earrings once, laughed at the sight for a moment, then hurriedly took off the earrings and wiped off the lipstick. It wasn't all a waste though, since the next day he