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THE CAR FIRE By Alyssa Davis I stood by the smoldering wreck waiting for someone to come along to give me a ride. The road was pretty desolate. My car had totally gone up in flames, out in the desert of west Texas. There was nothing I could do but stand by and save myself from injury. Traffic was very light on this road, and it was a long distance between towns. I figured I better stay by the wreck as my best chance to get picked up. After what seemed like hours, I saw a vehicle approaching a long way off. As it drew closer, I saw it was a Chev Suburban pulling a shiny, big, Airstream trailer. Waving my arms, and seeing what's left of my car smoldering by the side of the road, it came to a stop. The Suburban was occupied by a single woman, a large gal, attractive, about in her mid-thirties. "You look like you need help, mister. Are you hurt?" My clothes were a mess, but I was all right, otherwise. "Thank you, I'm OK, but I could use a ride into the next town." "C'mon, get in. That wreck's a goner. Do you have any belong'ins?" "All I was able to save was my briefcase and my computer. Everything else is gone, and I burnt my clothes saving those." "Well, thank heaven you're OK, everything else is replaceable, "she said as we pulled away, continuing west, the direction I was heading. "I'm Cindy Mc Allistor...what's your name." She reached over and shook my hand. She had a firm grip for a lady, but then, she was a big lady, physically and big hearted. "Hi, Cindy...I'm Pat Neal," I said, catching my breath. "I really appreciate your stopping to help me, and I apologize for my appearance." "Oh, I can understand, under the circumstances, you look pretty good. You coulda been fried like a chicken. What happened, anyway?" "I was driving along, normally, when I thought I started to smell something burning. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but then, smoke started coming into the car, so I stopped. By that time, the whole back end was smoking. I popped open the trunk to grab my luggage, but the rear was all on fire and the flames jumped out at me. My stuff was burning. I grabbed my laptop and briefcase from the front seat and ran before the gas tank blew up, which it did in a few moments. Must've been a short in the wiring or something." "So, where're you head'n hon?" "I was on my way to San Diego. I'm a computer software consultant. Heard the job opportunities are good there. I 'm coming from Dallas. Bought an old junker there for the trip. I was hoping it would make it, but I guess I was wrong. How 'bout you?" "Ha! Don't know a thing about computers. I'm an auctioneer...one of the few lady auctioneers in the country...for sure, the only one in these parts, anyway. I travel a lot, that's why I have this rig. Takes me where ever the job is. Right now, I'm heading for the Lazy H ranch to auction off some cattle, then, on westward." I looked at her as she talked while concentrating on her driving. She is an attractive, robust woman... a hearty Texas lady, friendly and not shy. I can see why her gender doesn't hold her back from a typical male occupation. In fact, it might be a real asset. She's wearing a long, western looking skirt, a cotton top well filled, and fancy boots. Guess that's typical out here for a woman her age. "Is there anywhere I can buy some clothes in these parts, Cindy?" "I'm afraid not, Pat...we're a long way from the next town, and it's just a church, post office and a bar. I've got to stay here overnight, then tomorrow, after the auction, I continue west to a larger town. Might be sumpin' there for you. But hey, I've got a big trailer with plenty of room. You can stay with me, if you'd like. Can't very well leave you alone with the coyotes, now can I?" she said, laughing. She looked like a woman who could take care of herself, probably from years of traveling alone and working among cowboys, ranchers, and business people. Besides, she is as big or bigger than me. "That's very generous of you. I appreciate the offer and I guess I have no choice but to accept." "When we get to the ranch, I'll park the trailer and go on to meet the owners. You can go in and cleanup. You'll find a shower an' stuff. Help yourself to whatever you need. I don't have much, but I'm willing to share to help a fellow traveler in distress. Heck, that could'a been me back there, and I'll bet youd've done the same for me." "I sure would. Wow, the shower sounds good! Any place I can wash my clothes, or what's left of them? " My shirt was scorched and torn, and my pants were ripped up the side. My undershorts were dirty from when I hit the dirt as the car exploded. I was a mess. Luckily, my shaver and toilet kit were in my briefcase, but I didn't pack a change of underwear like I usually did when I traveled by air. "No, I don't have a clothes washer, and besides, looks like there's little left to wash. I'll see what I've got you can wear. I'm sure my stuff will fit you." "But...." "Oh don't worry, no one will see you.," she interrupted. "'sides, this ain't the time to be modest or fussy. You just stay in the trailer. There's nothing out here for you anyway. You don't have a lot of choice, you know, unless you want to go around in a bed sheet. A skirt wont kill you. You might even like it! " "Ah...do you have any jeans, maybe?" "Nope, don't wear them anymore. I've learned, that if I look like a lady among all these men, I get treated like a lady. I used to wear jeans and men's shirts 'n stuff. Sure, they were practical but the guys would consider me 'one of the boys' and that didn't work. An auctioneer has to maintain order and respect...you know, like be the authority figure. As a woman, I couldn't do that and still be a 'good 'ol boy' , so to speak. The skirts made all the difference. I'm the Lady, and now they instinctually behave like gentlemen." Well then, it was either a bed sheet or a skirt. My clothes were pretty shabby and beyond repair. I wondered how long before we would get to a store. I guess I had little choice...she was my transportation. "Say Cindy, do you suppose I could buy some clothes from the ranchers?" "I was thinking about that, darlin', but if you saw these guys, you'd know that it's doubtful anything would fit you. These are some big guys out here, are you're not exactly Texas size, besides, I don't think we want to let them know you're here. Seeing you now in these clothes, you look like an escaped convict or worse!. And I don't think it would do me any good to be seen traveling' with a man. These folk know me and know my reputation. Don't want to tarnish it, if you know what I mean. When you get cleaned up and in a skirt, well....No, let's not wake the sleeping dog, so to speak." I guess she was right. She knew her customers and I didn't want to abuse my benefactor. We arrived at the ranch in the early evening. Cindy skillfully parked the trailer a short distance from the ranch house and disconnected it from the Suburban. We went inside the trailer. Being self-contained, it had it's own water, and fuel for cooking and heating water. She had hooked up to the ranch's electricity so she could turn on the lights...it was huge inside! A well furnished living room with a sofa-bed and lounge chairs, a dinette area, a galley, 2 bedrooms with double beds, and a bathroom with a shower. I'd never seen anything like it. She showed me my bedroom, where the towels were, and how to turn on the water heater. It didn't take long for the water to heat in the warm climate of Texas. While I went around pulling the curtains down, Cindy got a robe out for me to wear. After she left, I removed the remains of my clothes and threw them into a garbage can. Even my shoes were scorched. The hot shower felt great. Drying myself off, I went into my room and found a flower patterned silk robe on the bed. Putting it on, it wrapped around me almost twice. It was light and filmy and felt good. I tied the sash into a big bow. On the floor was a pair of satin slippers. Surprisingly, they fit me perfectly, since I did have a small foot for a man.. So I lounged around, waiting for Cindy's return. I was curious as to what else this trailer had, but I didn't want to be nosy, so I found a magazine, Cosmopolitan, and made myself comfortable, curled up on the sofa. How appropriate, nothing but articles about women, photos of women and their stylish clothing, and ads for feminine products, and I'm sitting here looking like a woman and soon dressing like one. But then, this was a woman's domain. "Well, don't you look comfy," Cindy said, bursting into the trailer. "Aint that a dandy robe? Too pretty for me...I've never worn it. Was a gift from an admirer, but it doesn't fit my personality." "Well, it must fit mine, it sure is comfortable. I've never worn silk before." "Don't worry, darlin', you'll be wearin' more than silk. Wait'll you see what else I've got for you." She had me wondering what other surprises she had for me. "The auction will take all day, tomorrow. We'll leave the next morning for New Mexico. I've got a job near Roswell. Wanna ride along?" "Well yes, as if I have a lot of choice. If I stay here now, I might end up as somebody's wife. But, what can I do to help you? I don't want to be a freeloader." "Oh, that's OK...I'll find somethin'...maybe you can help drive. We'll make better time that way. Wont need so many rest stops. So, let's turn in...gotta get an early start. I'll get some things for you to wear tomorrow...cant stay in that robe all day. And I'll find you some PJ's for tonight." She returned from her room and handed me a frilly nylon nightgown. "Another gift I've never worn." "I know, it doesn't fit your personality either." "You got it! Glad to see it put to use. Shame to throw that stuff away." I went into my room, removed the robe, and slipped into the nightgown. I knew I looked foolish, but it felt good. Into bed I went and sleep came immediately. I woke up to the sound of cooking and the smell of coffee. Cindy was making breakfast on the propane stove. After using the bathroom, I looked in on her. I was wearing the nightgown covered with the silk robe, and I felt silly. "Good mornin' mam...anything I can do to help?" "'Mornin' hon. My, don't you look cute. That fits you so well. Go get dressed, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." I found the clothes she left for me on my bed. Cotton underpants...well,at least no lace...a midlength floral patterned skirt, a cotton top with front buttons, that's fine...tennis shoes, good...nylon stockings with elastic tops, well, OK...but... a bra? I put on the panties, skirt, nylons, and shoes, and, topless, went to ask Cindy about the bra. These things all felt so different than anything I'd ever worn. The skirt swishing around my legs when I walked, and the feel of the stockings on my legs. Different, but delightful. "I know you think you don't need a bra, hon, but you need to show you're wearing one. It shows thru your shirt. Without it, you look too manish. The same goes for the hose. We want to eliminate any doubt." "But, I'm not trying to pass as a woman!" "Well hon, you aint goin' to fare too well as a man who wears woman's clothes in this country. I think you better play along. It wont hurt. It's only till you can get some guy things." "Why? Nobody's goin' to see me, anyway, except you." "Not today, maybe, but what about tomorrow or the next day?. You cant hide forever! 'Sides, you gotta get used to the feel." She wasn't going to let go. I gave in and returned to the bedroom. With little choice again, I figured out how to put on the bra, followed by the cotton shirt. That was troublesome too...it buttoned backwards. It did complete the outfit, though. And I admit, the outfit didn't feel all that bad. At least they were fresh and clean. And the fit was fine, almost too large. The panties, stockings, bra and skirt were a new sensation, especially the bra. The elastic band around my chest and the shoulder straps. Whenever I moved, it made me aware of its presence. I hesitantly walked back into the kitchen feeling a little foolish again. I expected Cindy to laugh, but she didn't. "Now, that's better. You look great," she said matter-of-factly, with encouragement. "You'll get used to the bra in no time...Wouldn't hurt to add a little padding to give you some boobs. After breakfast, take a close shave while I do the dishes, and then I'll try to do something with your hair. Finishing eating, I slowly and carefully shaved. Cindy came in with a hairbrush and brushed my hair up and forward to tease it up as I watched her in the mirror. It was long enough to form it into a unisex hairstyle. Satisfied with that, she applied some foundation to my face and patted on some powder and rubbed it in with the pad to cover my shadow. Amazing what a little makeup will do. I wondered what she could do with all the other stuff, but I didn't dare ask. She then handed me some rolled up stockings. "You really need these," she insists, pointing to my chest. I gave in and stuffed them into my bra cups to fill them. I now had the missing boobs. Admittedly, they did look good there proudly pointing outwards and filling out the blouse. Somehow, I felt different standing in a skirt, with breasts and makeup on my face, my hair "done up"....I felt like a different person...it felt sort of...good. "Much better, now you're a little passable. I think you'll get by, in the dark, anyway," she quipped This will take some getting used to, I thought. I'd have the whole day to practice. And I did. I practiced sitting in different ways, crossing my legs, my ankles, hitching my skirt up to pretend it was a short skirt. I admired my legs in stockings. Not bad looking. I practiced walking as I thought a girl walks. Never really paid much attention before, but now, it's different. I felt different. I was beginning to enjoy this feeling. Wanting to be useful, and with the whole day to kill, I looked around and find some cleaning stuff. I started doing some housecleaning for Cindy. Dusting, cleaning windows, etc. Suddenly I felt so domestic, swishing around in a skirt and a blouse full of "goodies". While in Cindy's room dusting her dresser, I saw her cosmetic box. I had a sudden thought...what's it like to wear lipstick? Why not try? I selected a bright red and applied a little to the lips of the girl in the mirror. Not much came out, so I pressed a little harder, carefully outlining the upper lip, then the lower lip, then rolling the two together to fill in the color. With my mouth open, I added more to coat the inside. I probably put on more than I needed, but the urge was strong. It felt a little greasy but it smelled good. And it looked great on my powdered face. Seeing myself in Cindy's full length mirror for the first time, I agreed, it completed the outfit. I did look very much like a woman. It felt new and different and not all that bad. Hopefully, the lipstick would wear off by the time Cindy returned. I finished cleaning by lunch time. The place shined. I threw together a little lunch, cleaned up the dishes, and prepared for an afternoon of doing nothing. I was afraid to go outside so, looking for some activity, I stood in front of the mirror and practiced feminine movements and gestures. At first, just clowning around, but after a while, I started to take it serious since, if I was to look like a woman, I might as well learn how to act like one. Pretty soon, with practice, I got pretty convincing, even in my own opinion. Placing a chair in position to see myself, I watched myself sit and move and talk to my image in the mirror, making corrections to be ladylike, until they come naturally. The afternoon was well spent attending "Neal's School for Ladies". Hearing the Suburban approach, I hastily tried to remove the lipstick with a tissue, than soap and water. A trace remained, but it was the best I could do. "Hi Pat, did you have a boring day?" Cindy bellows, as she burst into the trailer. Before I could reply, she said, "Wow! Look at this place. It shines! You have been a busy girl...I mean, guy. Thanks hon, but you didn't have to do all that." "It's OK Cindy,...it was something to do. So, how was your day?" I asked like a dutiful wife greeting her husband. I sat down, ladylike, smoothing my skirt under me, crossing my legs like I had practiced all day, throwing my skirt over my legs, and my hands in my lap. Cindy looked at me and paused. I tried to keep a straight face and not reveal how I spent my day. "You look different...You move differently. All of a sudden you're so graceful. And, I'll be darned...you're wearing lipstick! Did you go and have a sex change, you rascal?" She started to chuckle. "I hope you don't mind that I tried some of your lipstick...curiosity got the best of me," I said blushing and smiling. "Mind? I think it's great! But you need more, darlin'. I'd love to show you how to put on makeup. It gets mighty lonely being the only lady out here." "Well, I'd like to see what I look like sometime, now that you've got me wearing a skirt and all, but not yet." " Say, how come you move so gracefully all of a sudden?" "I've been sort of practicing all day, you know, moving like a lady." "So, you're really getting into this, huh? I think that's great. I'd love to help you any way I can, Sugar.". "Give me more time to swallow this. I never thought I'd go this far. I still feel sort'a silly." "Oh don't... 'Sides, you don't have a lot of choice, Hon, so enjoy it while it lasts. You might have fun as a girl, and I sure do enjoy the company. Let's make it a game. Let's see how good you can be at acting as a woman...what do you say? I'll train you to be my sister. It'll be just between us girls." "Well, it would break the monotony...OK...If you promise to keep it a secret, I'm in. I've already had a day of practice as you've noticed. What's next, 'Sis'." "Wonderful! Let's get you changed into something more feminine while I make dinner. I've got a fancy dress that I've never worn...too fancy for me, but it'll look great on you. I'd like you to try it on." With that, she took a black sheath dress from her closet, along with a black, full slip and matching nylons and handed them to me. I didn't think it was all that fancy, but compared to the cotton and denim that she wears, I guess she considered it fancy. In my room, I removed my skirt and top and my hose, and pulled the slip over my head and down my body, smoothing it as it conformed to my shape. Next, I did the same thing with the dress. The fabric was thin and form fitting. She must've gained some weight since getting the dress. It sure wont fit her now, nor will the slip. Cindy entered, carrying a pair of black pumps, just in time to zip up the back of my dress, captivating me into this feminine ensemble. I sat down on the bed and pull on the black nylon stockings. They had elastic tops so I didn't need garters. I placed my feet into the shoes and stood up. She was right, her clothes did fit me perfectly. I had no trouble walking in the 2 inch heeled shoes but the tight skirt made me take small steps. The whole outfit was very comfortable. "You're a natural, Patti. Freshen up your lipstick and help me make dinner." She called me Patti, and I felt like Patti. This was going to be fun. I re-applied the lipstick, confidently, being extra careful. From then on, I didn't intend to wash it off. "Wish I looked that good in that dress, Sugar. You're going to do very well as a woman. Little rough around the edges but we'll take care of that. Sure is good to have another woman around the house. Take this apron and help me. You can set the table." I put on the bib apron she handed me and went about setting the table. My skirt swished around as I moved. And my heels clicked on the kitchen floor. I felt kind of feminine, I think, and I didn't mind it one bit. Why was I not embarrassed? I actually liked doing this! After dinner, Cindy coached me on the fine points of being a lady. Being properly attired and in the mood, I was a willing subject. I stayed dressed until bedtime when I changed into the nightgown. The next day, I wore a sundress to "hideout in" and continued to practice my new skills to overcome boredom. The sleeveless dress reminded me to shave my chest and underarms. Fortunately, my legs were hairless. Now I really looked like a woman, even when nude. When Cindy came back, I surprised her and had dinner ready. After dinner, she relaxed while I did all the cleanup. She noticed that I had shaved my body and complimented me on my improved appearance. "You're coming alone nicely, Hon. Tomorrow mornin' we're leaving for Roswell. When we stop for fuel, you'll be able to be seen in public. I'm confident you'll pass as a woman." For some reason, that pleased me. I slipped behind her chair and gently massaged her neck and shoulders, like a dutiful wife would do for her husband after a hard day. This was the first time I'd touched her. Cindy relaxed for a few moments, then turned and pulled me to her and kissed me firmly on the lips. "Oh, be careful of my lipstick!" I say to her, effeminately and smiling. "I didn't ever expect you to say that!" She took my hand and silently led me to her bedroom where she took off her shirt and flopped onto her bed on her stomach. She was no longer shy about undressing in front of me. I started to massage her back, working around and under her bra straps. "Mmmm...undo my bra and rub s'more, Sugar. It feels sooo good." Doing as she asked, I moved the wide bra out of the way and, lifting my skirt, I straddled her on my knees, and massaged her soft skin in earnest while she relaxed and moaned in comfort. I rubbed in wide circles...the shoulders, the spine and the sides. Before long she rolled onto her back, letting her bra fall off and exposing her full breasts to me. Her nipples were large and erect. I felt my hardness tugging at my panties. I continued rubbing and worked into fondling her large, beautiful breasts. She laid there, watching me and smiling. I gathered the feminine mounds together in my hands and kissed and tongued her hard nipples, first the left, than the right, then her lips. The kiss lingered for a long time, our tongues dueling. Her breathing became heavy, while I got a massive erection which she felt through my panties. She lifted up her skirt exposing her panties. I pulled them down as she raised herself to help me. We said nothing as I slid my panties down, releasing my rigid member from it's nylon captivity and easily entered her hot, wet vagina with an appendage that was all that was left of my manhood. Our bodies thrust at each other, at first, slowly, then violently, she, lusting from years of abstinence, mine from the excitement of making love to an attractive woman, and maybe from feeling like an attractive woman I was becoming. I didn't feel like a man making it with a woman...rather like a woman with another woman. The thought excited me even more. She soon climaxed with her organ squeezing my shaft like a maiden's hand milking a cow. Although I tried to hold back, the delightful sensation caused me to blow my wad in what seemed like a never ending surge of ecstasy. We held our position until I softened up, she not wanting to release me from the jaws of heaven but having no choice. "Oh Patti honey, that was wonderful! You don't know how much I needed that," she sighed. "Cindy, it was great for me too. This wearing women's clothes has been making me very horny. Wish it could've lasted longer tho'. I'm sorry." "Sugar, you'll have plenty of time to redeem yourself. I'm glad it's affecting you like that...we'll both benefit. Let's shower." With that, she got up and removed her skirt and panties with one movement, letting me watch her become totally nude, and headed for the shower, motioning for me to follow. I went to my room and undressed, dropping my skirt and panties together, also. But I had to remove my hose and blouse and bra. I joined her in the shower where she was waiting for me. We lathered each other's bodies slowly and sensual. From her touching me, I got another erection. She faced me and straddled it and kissed me passionately with my hard penis locked between her legs. As she relaxed, I entered her again while she embraced me and hugged so hard I could barely breath. Our lips touched and instantly she was sucking my tongue like it was a phallus. I don't know how she did it, but it felt as though she was milking me again with an invisible hand and I responded quickly, perhaps too quickly. I was her love slave. "Girl, we're going to have a lot of fun. Tonight, you're sleeping with me." "Guess I gotta get used to being called girl, huh? "Uh huh, but you're a very special girl to me, Sugar. You've got somethin' others don't have." "Does seeing me dressed in woman's clothes attract you, Cindy?" "I don't know, Patti, maybe so. I don't know exactly what it is...maybe 'cuz I know you're a man in those panties, or just simply 'cuz you are a man. But I know I like seeing you as a pretty woman. How about you? Do you like being in girl's clothes?" "Well, at first, I felt ridiculous, but then I began to feel more comfortable about it. Now? Yes, I think I actually enjoy it. I know I sure enjoy being with you, Cindy." "Thanks love. I'm going to try to make you as pretty as possible." We rinsed ourselves under the warm shower like two children playing in a summer rain, dried each other's naked bodies touching and caressing, free of any inhibitions, and donned our nightgowns. Cindy uncovered her stash of booze and mixed us an ample batch of martini's. We discussed her itinerary for the next week. Finishing the drinks, we went to her bed to get rested for an early start in the morning. We kissed warmly, snuggled together, and fell asleep immediately. Cindy hitched the trailer to the Suburban easily and skillfully, gained from a lot of practice. I could only standby and watch like the helpless female I looked like. At the first large truck stop we encountered, Cindy stopped for fuel for the truck and water for the trailer, and had the holding tank emptied. And we went in for breakfast. Luckily, it was early and there were few people inside. It was my debut in public as a woman. I was wearing the sundress, nylons, canvas shoes, my hair was done as well as it could be, actually kind of boyish for a girl. I was wearing lipstick and earrings, which pinched my ears but Cindy said I'd get used to also. I tried to move very effeminately. A few heads turned to look at me. Even the waitress accepted me. I began to gain confidence. This was fun! Before we left, I used the restroom, the ladies restroom. My first time, it felt strange to enter this sanctuary for females. Nothing but stalls, lavatories and the ubiquitous tampon dispenser. And it was a lot cleaner than most men's rooms. Just being in there made me nervous, but I couldn't very well use the men's room. I entered a stall, lifted my skirt, lowered my panties, sat down, and did my business. It was better than standing and splashing. Reversing the process, I washed up and left. Another milestone. As we headed west, we entered a relatively large town which had a Walmart store. Cindy asked me if I wanted to stop and buy any men's clothes. I told her not yet. I'd continue to stay this way for a while longer. She sighed in relief and said she had hoped I'd say that. I reminded her that I promised to play her game of making me her sister. And, actually, in the few days, I'd become quite fond of wearing skirts and dresses. I confided to her that I liked wearing lipstick...the look and feel of it. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. During the hours on the road, as we talked, we got better acquainted with each other's background and experiences while Cindy subtly coached me on how a woman talks as compared to a man, i.e. gestures, tone of voice and inflections, and eye movements. I found it very interesting and challenging. Stopping only for fuel, food and comfort, we pushed through to Roswell, New Mexico. Cindy found a place to park the trailer and we left it to shop for groceries and other things. Finding a large shopping mall, we restocked on food and looked at other stores. In a department store, Cindy located the cosmetic section where she bought me some makeup more suited to my skin, and my own lipstick in several shades. Also, hair conditioners and shampoos for me. In a small jewelry shop, she persuaded me to have my ears pierced and small gold hoops inserted. My ears were so sore from the clip-ons, I gave in easily. I told her if I had to wear a bra, I'd like to try a better fitting one so I didn't have to stuff it all the time. We located a lingerie department where I was able to try on and get fitted for the right bra, a padded and reinforced A cup device which molded my flesh to fill it and was surprisingly comfortable. At least the straps didn't cut me or slide off. And now, I looked like I had my own breasts! I bought three of them although I don't know why. One would've been enough. Again, Cindy asked me if I wanted some men's things and again, surprisingly to me but not to her, I declined, but I could use some more hosiery. I guess I wasn't in a hurry to go back to being a man. I asked her if she minded me sharing her wardrobe and she replied, "Goodness no, Sugar...I've got plenty of things I hardly wear, and as long as everything fits you so well..." So that was settled. I bought more stockings, especially pantyhose. I preferred them to elastic top hose which seemed to pinch. Pantyhose shaped my legs so well and were so comfortable, especially when wearing short skirts. I never thought I'd be concerned about that. We stayed in Roswell for three days while Cindy attended to her business and I took care of the trailer doing the domestic chores. Now I was free to move around since I'd developed the confidence of appearing as a woman. The feminine actions and expressions learned from the hours of practice compensated for my voice. No one thought of me as anything but a woman. Everyone was very kind and helpful to the two women traveling alone. It was another adjustment for me to let people do things for me. As a man I had been always very independent and self-sufficient, but as a woman, I had to learn it was gracious to let people, especially men, perform little acts of kindness. This new lifestyle brought out a new and gentler side of me that I liked...more than my looks had changed...I was developing a new personality, a feminine personality. We left Roswell and headed for Albuquerque. Taking our time, we planned to make it in two days with overnight stops. We found some fairly isolated trailer parks so we were able to have some wild lovemaking sessions. Cindy was a tiger in bed, and I was her sex kitten. She was definitely a dominant lover and I had become very submissive as a woman. Besides giving me more training in cosmetics skills and constant coaching in the art of femininity, she began to discuss my behavior if and when I get approached by men. What to say, how to say it, how to behave, what they expect. A whole new point of view for me. I didn't totally agree with her on everything, but being a novice woman, I had to accept and comply. I was to find out when we got to Albuquerque. We went to a bar/restaurant for dinner the first night. I was wearing the black sheath dress, black hose, and high heels. Cindy wore a dress and heels, fancier than her usual attire. Waiting in the bar for our table, we were having a drink when two handsome men approached and started making conversation. Cindy responded with her usual friendly small talk and before long, they invited us to join them for dinner. We paired off during the course of the evening and continued to get acquainted with our respective partners. Roger, my friend, was tall and handsome, and if I was a real woman, I'd have considered him attractive. But then, I was feeling like a woman and I did find him attractive. Being on my best behavior and ever mindful of my position and Cindy's training, I was being as effeminate as possible. After our meal, we parted as couples and went for a short walk. We held hands and talked. Stopping to rest in a park, we sat down on a bench and Roger kissed me. Being mentally totally immersed in feeling like a woman, I offered no resistance and, in fact, returned his kiss. I felt no embarrassment and, in fact, I enjoyed it. I probably would have gone farther under the proper conditions. He told me I was one of the prettiest and most savvy girls he'd been with in a long time and I was pleased to hear that. I had passed the test with a one-on-one relationship with a man. He never guessed my true gender. Cindy, as my mentor, was proud of me, but after that, I was very careful not to push it to far. I could see how easy it was to get carried away. We did more shopping in Albuquerque. I started to accumulate a woman's wardrobe, buying my own things with my credit card. No more men's clothes. Just dresses, skirts and tops. I wasn't even interested in slacks or jeans. Must've gotten that from Cindy. Our next stop was Tucson. In the few weeks I had been living as a woman, and the constant tutoring I had been receiving from Cindy, it seemed like years. I felt like a total woman and had forgotten what it was like to be a man, maybe because I lost interest. We were to stay in Tucson for a week while Cindy had several auctions to attend. I was free to roam around and did a lot of sightseeing since I could use the Suburban. I toured the airplane museums where they were surprised to see a woman so interested in aircraft. I was given guided tours so the men could explain the displays to a single woman, another benefit, I discovered. I liked the attention. And in Old Town, an old movie set, I fit right in with the other ladies gathered for the tour. By now, I was completely at ease as a lady. I could do my own makeup, my hair, I could choose my clothing and accessories...it was as if I'd always been a woman. And, of course, more shopping. A feminine trait I picked up very quickly. I was able to select and buy things for myself without Cindy's assistance. It was especially fun to try things on with sales ladies' helping me. They never guessed who I really was. I kept my body shaved and powdered, my makeup was perfect, my hair groomed carefully, and my actions completely effeminate. When we left Tucson for San Diego, my destination, Cindy and I talked about my plans. I said I now thought seriously of continuing to live as a woman. I really didn't want to be a man anymore and would try to find employment as a woman, not too difficult for a computer consultant and California was very forgiving of cross-dressers. In San Diego, while Cindy was sightseeing, I went on several job interviews as Patti Neal, a female consultant. Being well dressed, and with the proper demeanor and credentials, I was easily accepted as a woman. I had several offers of employment and was about to accept one when Cindy interceded and asked me to stay and work for her as her permanent companion and assistant. I would be her business manager, driver, and lover as well as her "sister". An offer I couldn't refuse for I'd fallen in love with her. We drove up to Las Vegas where I dressed one last time in men's clothes. I purchased a cheap suit, disguised myself as a man, and Cindy and I were married, after which, Pat's clothes were buried. Patti became my permanent identity and now Cindy and I are together forever. Cindy, treating me as the woman I've wanted to become, and she, having her lesbian tendencies fulfilled. Cindy was right, traveling the Southwest, the ranchers are very courteous to the two lady travelers. Thank heaven for the car fire. The End