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"Black Lace" By Jacki Pett He was hunched down in the seat, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. "Sit up silly. You look perfectly fine." Laura told him, laughing to herself. "I feel ridiculous." Wayne wasn't feeling as lighthearted as his girlfriend. "Well you look fine. No one would know that you weren't what you appear to be." Of that, Laura was confident. Wayne sat there in a daze, pondering how this whole thing had begun. "So what do you think? Can we come up with a costume to win the thousand dollar prize?" He thought it would be fun. Laura had been giving the idea a lot of thought since Wayne had first brought it up a week ago. "It would take a really outrageous costume." "Come on Laura, we can do it." "How far would you be willing to go?" Laura had an idea in mind but she wasn't sure Wayne would go along. "Whatever it takes Sweetheart." Wayne answered affectionately. Laura suggested her idea. "What would you think of going as a hooker?" He screwed up his face, questioning, "Are you kidding." "No Wayne. I've been thinking about it and we can do it. With a little trim and styling on that long black hair of yours and some makeup, I know I can make you look just like a girl." "But . . . " Laura was not about to let him interrupt until she was done. "You're slender enough and you have nice legs. We'd be a cinch to fool the judges. I know we would win." Normally, Wayne would do anything to please Laura but this was scary. "Laura, I don't know how to act like a girl. I'd never be able to convince anyone that I was one." That wasn't entirely true. His dad had died when he was only seven and he had been raised by his mother and three older sisters. He was made to play lots of games with his sisters and some of them he still remembered, none too fondly. Too often they pretended he was a little sister and dressed him up for fun. Their fun, not his. "Come on Wayne, you can do it. Besides, I'll be right there with you." Laura was convinced that it would work. Wayne reluctantly caved in to her. "All right Laura, if it will make you happy." Laura couldn't concentrate on her classes the next day and as soon as she was done she started gathering the things she would need for Wayne. She hardly gave him a chance to get in the door. "Take off your sneakers and socks and put these on." She handed him the black, two and a half inch heels she had bought him that afternoon. "Guavaween's still three days off Laura. Why do I have to wear these now?" "I want you to get used to them between now and then.? She knew he'd need practice. Laura spent the whole evening showing Wayne how to walk, stand and sit like a girl wearing a short skirt. She didn?t want to overwhelm him by actually making him wear a skirt yet. The heels were enough. When he finally left at eleven, his feet were killing him. "Do we have to do this every day until Saturday?" Standing at the door she reached up and kissed him. "Yes Sweetheart. You want to win that prize don't you?" He wasn't so sure he did anymore but Laura did. "Yes, love of my life." Laura knew Frederick's would have the things she wanted. It took her most of the afternoon and she got home just as Wayne got there. Laura had told him to come over early and she'd make him dinner. That would give them more time to practice. Wayne stood waiting outside the dorm. "Now what did you buy?" He asked skeptically. "Just a few little things. I'll show you inside." With a grin she added, "Unless, of course, you want me to show you out here." Wayne laughed nervously. "Inside will be just fine." She laid the things out on the bed. He looked shocked when he saw it all. "Let's see how it looks on you." He turned to Laura with a pitiful look. "Do I have to wear that?" "If we want to win, you do. Remember, the costume has to be outrageous." Laura stroked his cheek. "Now go in the bathroom and get undressed." She took the black lace panties off the bed and handed them to him. "Slip these on so I can see how they look on you." He was nervous about coming out of the bathroom. From behind the bathroom door he said, "I feel awfully foolish Laura." "Just come out and show me how you look." She was getting a little impatient and it showed in her voice. Wayne responded to her obvious eagerness. "This won't do Wayne." Laura said, looking at his penis bulging in the thin panties. "I could have told you that." Laura was not about to give up so easily. "Never mind. I'll think of something." He just stood there, feeling uneasy. Then it dawned on her. "I have an idea." She found what she wanted under the bathroom sink. She held up a wide roll of cloth medical tape. Wayne cringed. "Do you know what that stuff does when you peel it off hair?" "Then we'll just have to shave you. Come on into the bathroom." This whole thing was going too far. "I don't know Laura." "Wayne, who else is going to know but me." Laura took a new razor out of the package in the drawer and handed it to him. Laura lined the center of the two inch tape with gauze after tapering it to fit between his legs. A small hole in the middle, clear of gauze, was where she attached the head of his penis so he could pee comfortably. He would have to sit going to the bathroom but that was in character. "Put the panties back on and let's see how they look now." Laura was thrilled. He looked perfectly natural. Wayne felt more foolish than ever. His light leg hair would have to go too. While he sat on the toilet, she spread the hair remover lotion all over his legs. If it were anyone but Laura who wanted him to do this he would have been off and running but he just sat there and let her do it. "It's a good thing you don't have a hairy chest." "Are my arms alright or are you going to do them too?" Wayne's tone was just a touch sarcastic. "No, your arms are fine. Your hair is light enough there." Laura decided the cream had been on long enough to do the job. "Climb in the shower and rinse off the cream Wayne." He tore a run in the first pair of stockings she had him try to put on, an old pair of hers. The second pair, not the new black ones, he managed to put on without a run. "You really have nice legs Wayne. They're nice and slender, even your thighs." Laura picked up the next piece of lingerie. "Let's get this on you and see how it fits." He looked at the black lace bra. "I'm supposed to wear this out in public?" "You'll have something on over it. Don't worry." Laura tried to reassure him. The realistic, flesh covered breast forms inside the cups gave him a believably feminine figure. Laura stood back and gave him a once over. "That really does the trick. You have a sexy figure with that on. I'm really happy with it." Laura was very pleased. He put on the shoes and looked at himself in the mirror. "Are you sure you can make me look enough like a girl to get away with this?" "Trust me Wayne." She turned and headed for the kitchen. "Come on, you can help me get dinner ready." Wayne endured the next day with the tape between his legs. They trimmed it that afternoon, where it chaffed him. Laura suggested that Wayne stay with her Friday night so that she could get a head start on his hair. "You know guys aren't allowed in the dorm after eleven, If we got caught we'd both get in trouble." "That's ok, we'll fix it so that no one will know." Laura's face broke into a grin. After dinner she had him sit on the edge of the tub while she trimmed his hair, leaving long bangs to frame his face. She rolled his hair with dozens of little rollers then applied a waving lotion. The instructions said it would last through a dozen washes and they could easily take care of washing it out on Sunday. When his hair was ready, she used the neutralizer on it and his curls fell naturally into place. "Now all we have to do in the morning is use my hot rollers to style it." It took the perm beautifully. It was about nine when they finished. "What now?" Wayne asked. "I think we better practice some more." She suggested. Laura had another thought. "Listen Wayne, just in case we have a visitor. We better have a name for you." She was right. "You pick one for me Laura." He felt very strange about picking a name for himself. It would be as if he willingly accepted being feminized. "It has to be definitely feminine, to throw people off immediately. How about Cheryl?" She asked. Wayne just shrugged his shoulders. "Cheryl it is then. In order to get used to it, I'm going to call you that from now on, Ok?" Laura was having a blast with him. "Fine, sure." He was not particularly enthused. He was beginning to look really believable and Laura was having fun. There was just one more thing. "Can you fake a girl's voice?" Wayne drew from his past, from when his sisters used to make him pretend. "Oh, I'm certain I can." He replied in a higher pitched voice. Laura was amazed. "That's terrific. I can't believe that came out of your mouth. Where did you get that from?" "My sisters and I used to play a game. They taught me." He didn't care to explain any further. "Ok, let's get busy." Laura worked on making him comfortable in the role until almost one. They fell asleep in each other?s arms. They awoke at about nine and the first thing that Laura noticed as they lay there was his hair. It had still been a little wet when they fell asleep but now it was full and very soft looking. It was a mess of course but Laura could see the potential of a really pretty set. "Let's get showers then do something with your hair." Laura put in her hot rollers while Wayne stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He got a sick feeling in his stomach as he watched Laura set it for him. He didn't eat any breakfast but Laura had a ravenous appetite. With the curlers removed, it brushed out easily. It was full all the way around, in big soft curls. It came almost even with his chin. Wisps of bangs came down to his eyebrows. "You look fantastic." Laura marveled at his reflection in the mirror. Wayne couldn't seem to muster the same enthusiasm. "You really changed my looks. I suppose it does look attractive, for a girl." "Just wait until I'm done with you. You're going to be adorable. I want to make you up now. I'm still not sure that I have everything we'll need so I want to experiment." He was her guinea pig and he knew it. He would have to just sit there and let her do what she wanted. Laura asked, "When did you shave last?" "Thursday afternoon, before I came over for dinner." "You hardly have any stubble." Laura was surprised. "My father's mother, my grandmother, was a full-blooded Cherokee indian. I'm told it's her blood in me. That's why my beard grows so slow." "That's good, but why don't you go ahead and shave anyway, then we'll get started." He already had a nice, even complexion but the foundation smoothed it to perfection. She was going to leave his eyebrows alone but decided to narrow them, just a little. "You won't even be able to tell I did it." She assured him. She trimmed them short. They arched high, over the outside of his eyes. "I thought you said you were going to only shape them a little." Wayne was worried what he'd look like when this was all over. "We'll just fill them in with a little eyeliner, no one will notice." Laura admitted to herself that she did go a little overboard. Wayne seemed to calm down after her assurances. Black eyeliner accented his big brown eyes. Laura used light shades of eye shadow to bring out his deep-set eyes. His long lashes took the mascara beautifully and curled nicely. He had gorgeous eyes now. Perhaps it was the indian blood that had given him the high cheekbones, the blush highlighted them marvelously. Wayne's upper lip had a nice full shape but his lower needed to be made to look fuller, puffier, with lipliner. With his slightly dark coloring, a shade of deep pink lipstick looked perfect on him. The girl who sat in front of Laura now was really quite pretty. For the first time since he had seen his shapely eyebrows, Laura let him look in the mirror. "What do you think 'Cheryl'." Wayne was amazed at his reflection. "It's hard to believe it's really me." He remarked, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "You've always had a pretty face." She started to reach out and kiss him then stopped. "Don't want to ruin your lipstick." She laughed. They both laughed at that and Wayne felt some of the tension drain from him. "Let's see how you look in the whole outfit." Wayne pulled on the black, lace trimmed, back seamed stockings. The bra was next. Wayne was a little disturbed at having to wear the garter belt. "Is this really necessary Laura?" "They are if you want to look convincing. Let's just finish it and see how you look." He had no will to resist her smile. The sheer purple nylon blouse with its full puffed sleeves was not what he called a coverup. The short black skirt left the lace trim on the stockings exposed. He looked at himself in her full length mirror. "I look like a cheap hooker." "Yes, it's wonderful isn't it." "What do you mean wonderful?" "Just listen to yourself. You look in the mirror and all you see is a girl who looks like a hooker. You don't see a guy, dressed up as a girl who looks like a cheap hooker. It's wonderful." Laura beamed with delight. Wayne couldn't help himself, his smile turned into laughter. "You're absolutely right." The final touch was a black leatherette jacket. It came to about half way down his short skirt. Laura applied the fake nails she had bought for him and did his toenails in the same bright red nail polish. Laura had searched far and wide to find just the right earrings for him. It had not been easy to find a pair of clipons in a style to go with the outfit. Wayne came out of his daydream as Laura slammed on her brakes on the off ramp. They were very near their destination. "Are you ready Cheryl?" Laura laughed at the sound of it. In his high voice, Wayne replied. "You just better stay close to me." "I'll only be a heart beat away, I promise." Laura squeezed his hand to assure him. Walking on pavement was a little different from walking around the apartment in the high heels. That, along with the self-conscious feeling as guys turned their heads to stare at him, left him completely disoriented. They arrived just in time for the kick off parade. People in all sorts of wild costumes filled the streets. Seeing so many people in costume, just enjoying themselves, Wayne began to relax. Laura, in her version of Wayne's costume, stayed at his side the whole time. The street party began at about eight. At about 8:15 they managed to somehow grab a table at one of the hastily erected sidewalk cafes. They had seen a number of guys, dressed up as girls and Laura was quick to point them out to Wayne. "None of them look nearly as natural as you do." Seeing their pathetic attempts to look the part went a long way toward reassuring him. At a quarter to nine they gave up their table and headed toward the center of the festivities, where the contests were to be held. The crowds had swollen in the past hour to well over 50,000 people. They had to slowly weave their way between mulling groups of people. Wayne still received looks but it didn't bother him so much anymore. The crowds were rowdier here, near the center of the festivities. A large group of young kids, thirty or forty of them, pushed their way through the throng. Laura and Wayne were directly in their path. In an instant, Laura was gone and Wayne was carried along on the crest of the wave of kids. Wayne never saw Laura get knocked down. He wasn't there to see her loose consciousness. A short while later, when they put her in an ambulance, he was a block away, searching for her. While she was with him, he was alright. Now he was scared and uncertain what to do. He had no idea where the car was. Even if he did, Laura had the keys. The only thing Wayne had in the shoulder bag was the lipstick and other makeup Laura gave him to bring. No wallet, no money, not even identification. Wayne found his way back to the little caf? where they had eaten. He hoped that Laura would come there to find him. He would have preferred to stay back in the shadows but he was afraid that she might miss him if she only scanned the area. Minutes seemed like hours. Wayne endured the frequent harassment from passerbys for as long as he could. He was sure that several hours had passed and that Laura, for some reason was not coming. The mob of people continued to swell and all he wanted to do now was get away from them. He headed toward Columbus avenue. He knew that way would take him back to the causeway and eventually to Clearwater. Wayne didn't want to walk the main streets, dressed the way he was, so he took a parallel route. He walked through quiet residential areas. Occasionally he'd see people but he'd just walk fast and not look at them. Their comments did not escape him. Some were brazen and yelled at the hooker roaming their quiet neighborhood. Wayne had frequent doubts about walking all the way back to school. It would take him all night. If he was right and it was near midnight, he'd arrive at school at about ten in the morning. He had been walking about two hours when he reached Dale Mabry, one of the main thoroughfares in Tampa. His thoughts went back to Laura. Surely she had given up the search for him and gone home. He would call her and she would come and get him. All he had to do was find someone who would give him a quarter for the call. There was very little appeal to walking down a well lit street like this but it was his best bet to find someone who he could beg change from. Wayne was completely unaware that he was walking into one of most notorious sections of Tampa and at prime time on a Saturday night. He didn't understand what was happening when cars slowed as they drove by him, the men behind the wheel staring at him in anticipation, then driving off. He ignored them, not even looking in their direction. Up ahead, standing in front of a liquor store, was a girl. She was obviously a hooker. He thought he was more likely to get help from a girl, even a hooker, than a man. In Cheryl's voice, as nicely as he could, he asked, "I'm in a little trouble. I got separated from my friends. Could you please let me have a quarter for a phone call?" "Get lost. Go make your money like the rest of us." Wayne wasted no time moving on. About two blocks up, coming his way, were two more girls. "Do you recognize her?" Candy asked Phoebe. "I've never seen her before." They were about thirty feet away when the two girls stopped walking and just stood there, staring at him as he walked toward them. They were both taller than him, even in his high heels. Wayne was not surprised when the brunette spoke to him. The other looked like the more timid of the two. "Where do you think you're going girlie?" Said Candy, belligerence in her tone. Thinking quickly, he said, "Just passing through." He decided to just walk by. The smart answer annoyed her. Candy stepped in front of the girl, blocking her way. "What's your name girlie?" Wayne answered nervously, "Cheryl." The girl had sharp features under her heavy makeup. Her long straight brown hair made her look a little like a witch. Under the circumstances, she was highly intimidating to Wayne. "You're new around here. This is our section of the street." Candy just wanted to scare the girl. It appeared to be working because the girl was really nervous. As cool as the night air was, Wayne could feel the sweat on his back, under his jacket. "I'm just coming from a costume party. I'm not a hooker." He said in a meek voice. "You sure look like one of us girlie." Phoebe said, trying to sound as tough as Candy. Wayne decided to tell them the truth. Surely they would help him once they knew. Besides, he was tired of playing this game. In his real voice he said, "I'm really not what I appear to be and I really do need help." Candy and Phoebe were shocked at the voice coming from what they had thought was a girl. "I was at Guavaween with my girlfriend, we got separated and I have no way to get back to Saint Petersburg. Would you please lend me change to call her to come get me?" There, he said it. Candy walked around him as he explained his dilemma, giving him a good look over. "I would never have guessed sweetie." Remarked Candy, shaking her head. "Could you just let me have a quarter to make a call, Please?" He begged. It had been a pretty quiet night so far and they had nothing else to do. Candy had an idea for a way to have a little fun with this pretty boy. "Unfortunately Cheryl, we don't have any change." Candy winked at Phoebe. "But we know where a phone is that you can use for free." In his own voice he stared to thank the girl. "I really . . . " Candy interrupted him. "If your going to use the phone, you're going to have to pretend to be Cheryl a little longer. I won't be able to get you into the place if they think you're a transvestite." He thought he was done pretending. He wondered where they would take him? Wayne was more than a little scared. "Come with us. It's just a few blocks up the street." Candy turned and started walking. Wayne walked between them. Two blocks down they turned at the corner and went around behind the buildings on the next block. Wayne didn't mind at all being off the busy street. Especially walking with these two, but he was curious. In Cheryl's voice he asked, "Why do we have to walk back here?" Candy pointed to the building they were approaching. "The phone they let us use is inside the back door." Candy knocked once, hard, on the sturdy metal door. In an instant, a small panel slid to the side and a man looked out at the three hookers. He obviously knew the taller two. "What do you want Candy?" "We need to come in a minute. I need to talk to Adele about something." "Alright, but don't take too long. You know Big Jim doesn't like you girls hanging around." "I promise Dave, ten minutes, tops." Candy cooed at the man in the small window. The door swung in and Candy led the way. Wayne followed while Phoebe brought up the rear. The guy was at least 6' 4" and he looked like his face had been put through a meat grinder. He was scary looking to a 5' 6" boy in a short skirt and sexy bra. But what was even scarier was the way he looked at Wayne. Candy walked halfway down the narrow hallway to a door. She knocked twice before it opened. "Hi Peggy. Would you tell Adele that I need to talk to her for a minute?" Wayne was a little surprised when he looked around Candy and saw the girl. She stood there with her head turned back into the room, wearing only a flimsy pair of tap pants. He had trouble tearing his eyes away from her young full breasts. "Sure Candy. Come on in while I find her for you." "Thanks Peggy." It wasn't a very large room, about 20' x 15'. One whole wall was covered with lockers. Another by dressing tables with lighted mirrors. Three girls sat there applying makeup. They were all in lingerie. Wayne could feel his face getting warm from embarrassment. On the wall with the dressing tables, in the corner, was a curtained doorway. A blond in panties and a short camisole came through the curtain. "Hi Candy. What's up?" Adele cast a casual glance over the girls with her friend. "Hi Phoebe." "Hi Adele." Phoebe wasn't one to say much. "I just needed to talk to you for a minute Adele. Can we go out in the hall?" "Sure." Adele stepped past the trio and opened the door, Candy followed. Feeling very uncomfortable in these surroundings, Wayne just looked around the room, purposely avoiding looking at the scantily clad girls. He had no question what kind of place this was. He would just have to wait patiently until Candy came back and took him to the phone. The waiting wasn't easy. "So, what's up?" Adele asked. "Did you notice Cheryl in there?" "Yea, pretty little thing. A new friend of yours?" Adele asked casually. "Phoebe and I just met Cheryl tonight." "So?" What was her point? "We just thought we'd bring her over and introduce to you and the others. We thought you'd get a kick out of meeting her." Candy said grinning. "What's so special about her?" Candy answered very casually. "She's a guy." It caught Adele completely by surprise. "Your kidding!" "No, he just came up to us, talking in a very sexy voice, and asked for money to make a phone call. When I gave him a hard time because I thought he was working the street he broke down and told us his story." Adele thought the story was intriguing. She couldn't wait to get a better look at the boy. Candy went on. "I thought you and some of the others might want to have a little fun with him. What do you think?" "Absolutely. Wait until I show him to Casey and Trudy. They just might want to keep him for a pet." "Phoebe and I have to get going. It's been a pretty slow night." "Could you just go back in and keep Cheryl busy for a few minutes while I get Casey and Trudy aside and tell them about him? Thanks for the gift. They're going to love this." Candy kept him pacified by explaining that they had to wait until the office was empty to use the phone. "Adele will come get you when it's ok." They didn't have to wait long before the blond, Adele, came through the curtains followed by two other girls. They seemed to look at him strangely. The butterflies in his stomach returned after having settled down a little. Adele walked past the boy and the others. "Come on Cheryl. I have the key to the back room. You can use the phone in there." There was no phone in the little store room but there was privacy. Adele waved goodby to Candy and Phoebe. Wayne followed Adele. He didn't know why the two new girls followed them. Casey and Trudy followed and closed the door behind them. Adele had been right about the boy. If no one had told them it was a guy, they would never have known. He was actually very pretty. Wayne looked around the small room. Locked cabinets lined the walls. No phone was in sight. He looked at Adele. "Where's the phone?" He was afraid to raise his voice, surrounded now by the three girls, all staring at him, smiling. Adele broke the insufferable silence. "Actually Cheryl, there is no phone. I just wanted my friends to meet you. Candy told me all about you." Wayne's heart was in his throat and his eyes began to fill with tears. Gone was his feminine voice as he pleaded. "Please let me leave, I just want to go home." "We'll let you make your call Cheryl but first we're going to have a little fun." Casey told him matter of factly. "Go along with us for a few hours and you can leave. Or, if you'd prefer, you can leave now but we'll just relieve you of a few things." Trudy offered. Adele made Trudy's point clearer. "We'll just take that jacket of yours and perhaps the skirt and blouse." He couldn't run. There was no way he could overpower all three of them. He was trapped. "What do you want me to do?" Wayne asked, resigned to his fate. "That's more like it Cheryl." That was what Adele wanted to hear. It wasn't often that they found a guy that would be so delightfully submissive and now they had one in drag to play with and he wasn't even gay. Adele introduced him to Casey and Trudy. Neither of who had the patience for pleasantries. "Let's first get you out of that jacket, skirt and blouse. I want to see what we have to work with." Trudy helped him out of the jacket, wasting no time. He could only stand there and let them undress him. He was petrified and his stomach was doing flip flops. Casey undid the snap and unzipped the back zipper on the skirt, dropping it to the floor. Adele unbuttoned the sheer blouse. He stood there in the bra, panties, garter belt and stockings under their critical gazes, feeling very vulnerable and helpless. "Your girlfriend give you such full breasts Cheryl." Casey remarked, grinning. "They look very real." "It's just padding." He didn't look up from the floor at Casey. "We'll just have to leave him like this." Trudy told the others. They all agreed. Looking at him dressed this way, Candy had a question. "Where's his dick?" There's not even a bulge in the panties." No one else had given it a thought. They all looked closer. "Tape, Laura taped it back." He answered quickly. Telling them was better than having them look for themselves. "Smart girl, your girlfriend. She did quite a number on you." Casey admired her thoroughness. "One of us better go talk to Patty." Trudy suggested. "I'll do it," Insisted Adele. "I can handle her." Casey, would you hang around in here with Cheryl for a few minutes. I'll be back in about five minutes." Wayne heard the lock turn on the door when they were gone. Adele had picked up the clothes on the floor on her way out and took them with her. Outside, they talked. "Don't say anything to the others just yet." Adele suggested. "No, they'd be all over him for the rest of the night." Trudy agreed. "We can tell them at quitting time, later." She couldn't wait to tell Lindsay, Sue and Peggy. Even if he could get away now, he couldn't go out on the street. Not like this. There was a small cot in the corner of the room, he went over and sat down to wait. He was already quite sure what they wanted him to do and it made him want to vomit. "She's new in town and my cousin has looked everywhere for work. If you'd just let her wait tables for tips it would be a big favor to me." "Is she attractive?" Asked the boss's wife, Patty. "She's really cute and really nice. She's waited tables before." Adele didn't know she was telling the truth. "How does she feel about working in lingerie?" "She's a little nervous but I'm sure she'll be fine." Patty thought a moment. "Alright Adele. She can wait tables tonight." Patty had a heart as big as gold for working girls. Adele started thinking how they might turn this into even more fun. "Have you ever waited on tables?" Wayne looked up from the cot when Adele returned. He knew this was coming. He could taste the bile in his throat as he answered. "A little." It was not entirely the truth, he had been waiting tables for a year and a half now. Adele was thrilled. "Great. Just wait here while I go get my makeup case. We need to fix you up a little." It took Adele only about five minutes to redo Wayne's makeup. The darker lipstick and brighter eye shadows made him look older and, as far as he was concerned, trashier. He followed her from the storeroom to the curtained doorway, hesitating there. The deep breathing that had served to help calm him earlier didn't work now. Straight ahead was a second curtained doorway. "This way to the bar sweetie." Wayne followed, brushing past two girls coming through, heading for the dressing room. He kept his eyes straight ahead. Not letting his gaze connect with the stares from the men, young and old, who turned to check out the new girl. He followed Adele to the bar. "Connie, this is Cheryl. Patty's going to let her wait tables tonight, sort of on a trial basis." Connie looked from Adele to the new girl. "Hi Cheryl. It's nice to meet you." Adele obviously hadn't told this girl their little secret. "Hi Connie, it's nice to meet you too." He knew that he'd have to play the part if he was going to get out of there unscathed, and trying to appear cheerful was not going to be easy. "Have you waited tables before Cheryl?" "Just food." He answered. Connie pulled a tray out from behind the bar. Connie pointed out the tables that she would be responsible for. For the first time since they walked into the bar, Wayne looked around the large room. A raised horseshoe dance floor stood adjacent to the bar with low chairs outlining it. Hardly a seat was empty. There were men in three piece suits and guys in dirty tee shirts and jeans sitting shoulder to shoulder. Wayne brought his gaze back around as Connie set the tray on the bar. To the right of the horseshoe were two rows of small round tables, only about half filled. Beyond, to the rear of the room, was a dimly lit area. There appeared to be about twenty five more tables, scattered haphazardly about. The right half of the back room was his section. Only six of the tables were occupied by about 15 leering men. "Go to it Cheryl." Connie handed the young girl the tray. If anyone gets too frisky and you can't handle them yourself, just tell Jack over there by the door and he'll take care of it." Connie pointed out Jack. Wayne looked over by the door and a tall, well built guy in jeans and a red pullover was looking at them, he nodded in their direction. Wayne felt as if his feet were glued to the floor. Adele had been watching the exchange between Connie and Cheryl with delight. He knew he was trapped and he played the part well. Adele had been particularly excited when she saw the look that Jack gave the boy. She knew what Jack was like and if he was interested, other possibilities might present themselves. Wayne made his way to the back of the room. He started at the first table he passed, checking to make sure the two middle aged men had full bottles of beer. He moved on and at the next table the three young guys wanted another round. Fortunately, their attention was fixed on the dancer that was shaking her nude chest and smooth G-stringed bottom. He received only a casual glance as they ordered. They wanted to order at the next table too but these two old men were more attentive to him. "A Jack and water and a Bud sweetheart." Said the nearest of the two. "You're new, aren't you?" "I just started tonight." Wayne answered as confidently as he could. The stares from the two grubby old men made his skin crawl. As he walked away, to get one more table's order, the old man that had spoken to him patted his bare ass, Wayne jumped. It was humiliating, almost to the point of tears. With a deep breath, he went on. Wayne would not turn his back on that one again. Wayne watched his timing from then on, trying to circulate only when one of the performers were dancing and returning to the bar between sets. The time passed much more quickly than he imagined it would. Wayne quickly learned to avoid being handled by the lecherous men, turned on by the gyrations of the girls on stage. By three a.m., when it was announced they were closing, there were only a dozen men left in the club. "You did well Cheryl." Connie was impressed. "Thanks." Wayne's smile was genuine. Connie was a really nice girl and she had not gotten upset when he messed up one of the drink orders. Wayne had a handful of singles, his tips, and he gave them to Connie for larger bills. He turned away from the others for a second and folded the bills and tucked them under the garter belt. He wanted to hide it from Adele who was walking their way. It was cab fare, just in case. "Well, how did my little cousin do?" Adele asked as she walked up to the group. Connie praised him. Wayne didn't want to waste any more time on idle chatter, he wanted to get to the phone and call Laura. Wayne noticed an older, very classy looking woman come out from the back room. She was about 5' 9". The tailored, gray plaid, skirt suit made her look very professional. After she acknowledged the others, she turned to Cheryl. "Hello Cheryl, my name is Patty. I'm the owner's wife." She extended her hand to the girl. Wayne did the only thing he could, he shook it. He was careful not to give the woman too firm a handshake. Something about her totally intimidated him. "It's nice to meet you." "All the girls just call me Patty, Cheryl. Connie told me you did very well tonight. Do you think you might like to work here full time?" The question didn't shake the mesmerizing effect the woman had over him. He spoke without thinking. "Yes." It was if he were in a trance, he would say anything she wanted to hear. Adele was slightly shocked to hear him say that. She didn't let it show. It was adorable the way he looked up at Patty, a mixture of awe and reverence on his pretty, wide-eyed face. "Wonderful, come in next week and we'll work out a schedule for you." Patty turned and left. Wayne stood staring after her, in a daze. "Well come on Cheryl. It's late and we need to change and get going." Adele's words broke the spell. "Yes, sure." He had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. Wayne followed Adele into the back room. A sick feeling returned as they stepped through the curtain. Trudy and Casey were waiting for them along with several of the other girls he had met out in the club, Lindsay, Sue and the girl, Peggy that he had first seen when they entered the dressing room. The other girls had left. "I still can't believe it." Said Lindsay, staring at the boy. She, along with Sue and Peggy had just learned about the charade from Casey and Trudy. Peggy wanted to know, "What are we going to do with him?" Adele, Trudy and Casey had already discussed this. "He's going to spend the night in the store room." Wayne spoke up, objecting ardently, "You promised to let me use the phone, to call my girlfriend." "The pretty little girl has a girlfriend?" Sue asked sarcastically. "Calm down Cheryl. It's after three in the morning. It's too late to be calling tonight. Have a good night's sleep and you can call in the morning. No big deal." Adele's tone was firm. "Let's help him out of those clothes and find him something to sleep in." Casey suggested. Wayne didn't know which was worse, standing in the middle of them in women's underwear or stark naked, as he was now. The only thing they left him was the tape between his legs. Casey had scooped up the money that fell to the floor when Lindsay unhooked the garter belt. "You won't be needing that tonight Cheryl." "Here, he can sleep in these." Casey held up a white, lace trimmed camisole and matching flutter tap pants that she used in her act. Wayne was grateful for anything that would cover him up, anything that would protect his increasingly frail ego from their stares. Adele made him comfortable in the storeroom. The others watched from the door as he lay down on the cot. "I'll be back in the morning and you can make your call." Adele assured him before leaving, the dead bolt slid into place behind her. Adele turned off the light from the switch outside the door, leaving the boy in total darkness. Wayne lay there on the cot, scared and apprehensive about what the morning would bring. He didn't trust any of them. He thought about the humiliations he had endured. All the scary things that had happened to him over the course of the day suddenly weighed heavily on his shoulders. He could no longer hold back the tears. Wayne finally gave in to the feelings of despair and cried himself to sleep. About the same time Wayne was falling of to sleep, sobbing quietly, Laura was waking in the hospital on the other side of the bay. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts and even then Wayne was not on her mind. Laura's mother and father were at her side. It wasn't until Laura's mom asked where Wayne was that she remembered. "He's not here?" "No sweetheart. They said they brought you in alone." She saw how distressed her daughter looked. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Laura was distraught. "Mother, Wayne must still be looking for me back there." "Not at this hour sweetheart. Surely he's gone home by now." Her assurances were nonsense and Laura knew it. "He couldn't have gone home, we took my car and my keys are in my purse." "He would have gotten a ride from someone." "Mother, you don't understand. He wouldn't have asked for a ride, he'd be too embarrassed to even talk to anyone." "Why honey?" She didn't understand. Laura pointed over to the chair in the corner. The chair that held the outfit she had been wearing before they took it off and dressed her in the hospital gown. "We were wearing matching costumes." The woman's hand covered her mouth in shock. "OH MY GOD, Laura. Wayne's walking around Ebor City, dressed as a hooker?" The six girls were alone in the building. They huddled in the far end of the room, in the light of the dressing mirrors, to plot. "You're not really going to let him go tomorrow?" Peggy asked. "Of course not silly. We're going to make the most of this. Did you all hear how well he did out there tonight? Patty's offered Cheryl full time. She even offered to let him audition." Adele wasn't about to let it end with just tonight. "I'll teach him to dance." Offered Lindsay. "I'll get in early and do it when no one's around." "Haven't you forgotten a few things? He has no tits." Sue pointed out. "He can't dance topless like the rest of us." Casey spoke up, "Dr. Hayes could fix that easily enough. That flaming fag would just love helping out a pretty little boy like Cheryl." "He'll want to get paid." Lindsay reminded them. "Implants are expensive Casey, how do we pay for it?" "I think I'll be able to work something out with the good doctor, knowing how he adores young boys, our Cheryl should be just his cup of tea." Casey was pretty sure of herself. "And if he wants to get paid, Cheryl has the prospect of a good paying job. He can work it off." Adele liked that idea better anyway. "I'll call his service first thing in the morning." Casey was anxious to see how quickly he could 'squeeze Cheryl in'. "I'm sure that Casey, Trudy and I can find enough clothes to fit him. We're all about the same size." Peggy was as anxious as Casey to see the boy humiliated. "We'll all have to work at feminizing him and making him comfortable with it." Adele knew that wasn't going to be easy. "That'll be fun." Sue was anxious to have a major part in that. "I already have two little girls, it'll be like raising another." Peggy didn't like to spoil their plans but it just occurred to her, "How's he going to be able to dance in a G-string with that tape between his legs? It was fine under the panties he wore tonight but everyone will see it the first time he goes out there to dance in a normal outfit." There was a moment's silence. First Adele looked at Casey, then Trudy and each of the others turned to her as they all came to the same conclusion. "I'll ask him about that too. There must be something he can do." Casey's wicked little smile was a reflection of the others'. Part two to follow. This author welcomes any suggestions or criticisms. [email protected] Copyright 1 SWEET DREAMS 1994 Unauthorized use or reproduction of this document is strictly prohibited