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Clothes Make The Man By Christianne Part 1 "...I've arranged to have twenty prospective employers stop by during next week's class. All of them have told me that they are willing to offer internships if the standard of excellence is high enough." Professor Jamison paused for effect. "I hope you all don't disappoint them. Class dismissed." Tim had been half dozing through most of the class, but he came alert at Professor Jamison's last comments. He was looking at two to four weeks of job hunting for the summer break. If he could land an internship, a huge weight would be lifted from his shoulders. He gathered his books, rose from his seat in the auditorium, and walked outside into glorious April sunshine. In a week and a half, school would be a memory and most of his friends would fade into the distance as they returned to their hometowns, their families, the lives they led as teenagers not yet abandoned for adult pursuits. Tim didn't have that luxury. He was stranded in town for the summer. His roommate would be off to Europe after finals, doubling at a stroke the amount Tim would pay for rent. Thinking about money as he made his way home after class made him queasy, as if a stone were forming in the pit of his stomach. He needed an internship or something so badly that he dared not even hope too much for it lest it consume his every waking thought. When Tim arrived at his apartment, his roommate, Doug, was already packing. "Aren't you jumping the gun a little?" Tim asked. "Nope. I arranged to take my finals early. I'm finished." Doug scouted around for his laundry bag. Finding it, he began to stuff clothes into it. He looked up at Tim and smiled. "My flight leaves Minneapolis tomorrow night at 10:30. I am, as they say, outta here." Tim spent the next three days studying and sulking. He was confident of passing Professor Jamison's accounting class, but he wanted more than just a passing grade. High marks would not hurt his job prospects. His other classes were a different matter. While he enjoyed his Southern Literature class, he was a slow reader and the class had challenging books that demanded that he read even slower in order to grasp their meaning. Tim's remaining three classes, all business classes, were pretty much a lock; the finals in those classes were a formality. Without the distraction of a roommate and the temptations a roommate entails, Tim got a lot done, but when he wasn't studying, he was thinking about money. Toward the end of the weekend, he was beginning to worry that he was giving himself an ulcer. Tim's stomach was full of butterflies the morning of Professor Jamison's job fair. Those butterflies turned into outright panic as the hour wore on and he still had no prospects. There always seemed to be someone else whose qualifications were closer to what the employer wanted. Fifteen minutes before the end of the session, a woman walked in to the auditorium and greeted Professor Jamison. Tim couldn't hear what she was saying, but she seemed apologetic. Tim watched the conversation intently, not just because he was desperate for a job: this woman was a bombshell. After a minute or two of apologies and pleasantries, the professor pointed to Tim and the woman approached him. As he watched her walk toward him, Tim's employment woes were replaced by an entirely different set of anxieties. He was glad he was sitting down. Her eyebrows might have been too heavy and her nose might have been too strong, but in all other respects, she was a goddess. Her face was heart-shaped, framed by a cascade of dark auburn hair. Her lips were full, with just a hint of a smile as if she were inwardly laughing at some private amusement. She wore a burgundy suit with a tight bodice and a tight skirt: it was businesslike, but it complemented the swell of her breasts and the curves of her hips in a way that hinted of the bedroom behind the business facade, a hint amplified by her black, back-seamed stockings and stiletto-heeled pumps. Her luminous green eyes bored into him like two chips of kryptonite. It made his knees turn to water. "Mr. Harmon?" she asked pleasantly. "My name is Elizabeth Raven. Professor Jamison speaks highly of you." She offered her hand, which Tim shook carefully, as if he were handling fine bone china. "Hello," he said, but he couldn't think of anything more to add, so he didn't. She took his response as an invitation to sit and she took the seat next to him. "Let me be blunt, Mr. Harmon. You are not the ideal prospect for me. I had hoped to find an intern who could also fill in on the sales floor if the need arises, but you will have to do." She paused as Tim began to sputter an objection, but she silenced him with a finger to her lips. "I'm sure," she continued, "that you are a perfectly capable salesperson, but the nature of my business precludes a male sales staff. I'm the owner of Raven's Intimates." "Oh," was the only response he could muster. "Oh, indeed," she teased. "Don't look so downhearted. I don't need sales staff right now, but I do need someone to do some bookkeeping and some market planning. Professor Jamison says you are good at both. Do you think you are up to the challenge?" "Absolutely," he blustered, his voice full of bravado so false that he was sure she could hear it. It was all he could do to keep from sounding pathetic and desperate. "Although... I don't know much about the fashion business, let alone the lingerie business." "I wouldn't worry about that. We'll familiarize you with the product line when you start. Once you have it down pat, it's just like any other business. You'll do fine. Now then, when can you start?" "My last final is on Friday. How about Saturday?" "Saturday it is." She took her card from her pocketbook and handed it to him. "Shall we say 10 o'clock?" "Sure. Anything you want." She smiled and rose to leave. Tim watched her as she left, mesmerized like a bird watching a cobra. It sank in slowly: the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had hired him to work in her lingerie store. He held her card up to his nose; it smelled faintly of her perfume. He left class in a daze. Tim's final exams went well, even the Southern Literature exam. With his schoolwork behind him and a job lined up, he didn't have a care in the world. On Saturday, he woke with the sun. After his shower and breakfast, he had several hours to kill. It was an effort to keep from driving to the store and parking there until it was time for work. Instead, he watched cartoons for a while like he was ten years old again. As the hour approached, he put on a blue chambray shirt and a tie and a pair of tan chinos, gathered up his nerve, and left for work. He arrived early in spite of himself. Elizabeth arrived fifteen minutes later wearing a summery lavender skirt and jacket set with a lacy camisole visible at her cleavage. "You're here bright and early, I see," she said as she unlocked the door and let him into the store. "We'll start with a tour." She turned on the lights, revealing a wonderland of silk and satin. Even the walls were covered in pink and white velvet. "Over here are our long nightgowns," she said, pointing to a rack that ran the length of one wall. "They are divided into three categories depending on their function. This is where the actual sleepwear is, although I don't sell anything for sleeping in, per se." She winked at him, causing him to blush to his roots. "Our bras and camisoles are over there. I'll train you to fit them, even though you won't actually be doing any of that. I think everyone who works for me should know everything there is to know about the product. And over here we have our teddies and baby dolls..." She guided him through a bewildering array of slips, hose, panties, bustiers, playsuits, garters, peignoirs, ribbons, thongs, high heels, and robes. They wound up at the back of the store: "This is our specialty area, where we custom make latex and leather items and corsetry." "Corsets? Women still wear them?" he asked. "Of course they do. It's part of the fantasies of many women and men. They are very expensive, but we do a lot of business with them." There were other items in the specialty area, which made Tim turn beet red when he realized their purpose. Elizabeth just laughed. "Poor boy," she said. "This is a whole new world to you. It will take some getting used to, but once you do, you'll be fine." Tim settled in to work. Most of his day consisted of bookkeeping and other paper shuffling. He spoke courteously with his co- workers, but he didn't immediately develop friendships with any of them. He sensed that they resented his intrusion into their world. During his second week, Elizabeth began asking his help with purchasing. "You need a comprehensive feel for our cash flow," she said. They sold out of the items Tim purchased in a week. "That's a wonderful turnaround," she told him. "You have a feel for this. Take some catalogs and go nuts." Tim's next line of purchases sold as well as the first, which prompted Elizabeth to ask him to plan a sale. They had so much merchandise coming in for what he had planned that he had to stay late every night for a week before the sale to stock and restock. The sale was a huge hit and it closed out the best month Raven's Intimates ever had. Tim stayed late as usual on the last day of the sale doing the books. When he was done, he wandered down to the sales floor and took in the wreckage left by the customers. A camisole and tap pant set had fallen from the rack and Tim bent to pick it up. Rather than put it back immediately, he held the silky material in his hands a minute, and then held it up to his cheek. The cool, shimmering fabric felt wonderful against his skin. "They feel nice, don't they?" said a voice from behind him. Tim nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard it. All the color drained form his face when he turned around and saw Elizabeth standing in the doorway. "Don't be so embarrassed. It's perfectly all right to like the feel of silk. I'm sure you've worn silk boxers before, haven't you?" Tim shook his head. "No? Just cotton, huh? Too bad. You don't know what you're missing." She smiled broadly, then asked: "Would you like to try them on?" "Uh... I don't think so. I mean..." "Oh, come on. It's just us here. No one will see." She gazed at him with her kryptonite eyes and he felt himself weaken. "Okay, but just this once," he agreed. She smiled sweetly at him as she led him to a dressing room. As he let the camisole float down over his body, he felt a chill go through him. Once he was completely dressed again, he marveled at the feeling of silk against his skin. Blushing, he exited the dressing room. The caress of silk against his privates was beginning to exact a physical response. "How does it feel?" she asked. "It feels good," he stammered. Tim looked at his feet; he couldn't look her in the eye. He felt deeply ashamed. "You don't look happy about it," she pouted. "What's wrong?" "I shouldn't be wearing these. It isn't right." "Nonsense. There is nothing wrong with wearing clothes that make you feel good. If there were, I wouldn't be in business. You like the looks of these clothes, don't you?" "Well, sure, but..." "Of course you do. If you didn't, you wouldn't have the success as a buyer that you have had. Now why is it wrong to enjoy these things with your sense of touch as well?" "I... I... I don't know." "Of course you don't know," she said angrily. "That's because there ISN'T anything wrong with it." He didn't want to argue with her, so he just nodded his head in agreement. "I think your heart isn't really in your work. I think you need to know more about our product line," she continued. "Go ahead and change back if you are so uncomfortable." He complied meekly. When he emerged from the dressing room, she was standing at the door with a box. "Here's some homework for you. I want you to substitute your normal attire for what is in this box next week. If you are really serious about your job, you'll be wearing them when I spot check. Now, go home and get some sleep. It's been a busy week." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, which flustered him so badly that he didn't think to look in the box until he was home. "You've got to be kidding," he mumbled to himself as he sifted through the contents of the box the next day. Inside were several pairs of panties and tap pants, a few camisoles, some garter belts and stockings, all made from the finest silk and lace. He closed the box and tried to put it out of his mind for the rest of the weekend. Monday morning, he woke and performed his usual morning rituals, dressed himself and was on his way out the door before he thought of the box and its contents again. "If you're really serious about your job," she said again in his head. It began to repeat itself again and again, like a mantra. His stomach did a slow turn. He needed the work. "All right, then," he said, gritting his teeth. He stripped off his pants and boxers and chose a pair of red silk panties. "They aren't all that different from briefs," he thought, but his face was flushed as he left for work all the same. By midday, he had succeeded in putting his undergarments out of his mind and when closing time finally arrived, he was mildly annoyed that Elizabeth had not checked to see if he had followed her orders. Nor did she check him the next day. Indeed, it wasn't until Thursday that she called him in to her office. He was comfortable with his frilly underthings by then and was only mildly embarrassed that she was checking up on him. "Drop 'em," she commanded as the door closed behind him. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall. Underneath was a pair of ivory silk tap pants trimmed with eyelash lace. It was a supreme effort to will away the stirring of his manhood, to no avail. "Very good," she cooed. "Have you been wearing something all week?" "Yes, Ma'am." "I can see that you are starting to like it." She walked around him slowly as she spoke. "Don't be ashamed. Men don't usually get to have fun with their unmentionables. It's delightful, isn't it?" He half nodded in agreement, but stopped himself before she noticed. "I wish you weren't so uptight. We could have such fun, you and I. Pity. You can go ahead and pull up your pants." He obeyed in a hurry. "You have two more days of this. I want you to have fun. What you have on is a start, but it is too conservative. Why don't you wear some stockings tomorrow, and a camisole?" She sat back down behind her desk. "You may go now." Jill, one of the girls on the sales floor noticed how shaken Tim was as he left Elizabeth's office. She went over to him and tried to console him. "It's all right," she said. "She's blown her top at all of us at one time or another." Tim smiled at her and nodded and vowed to himself to say nothing and let her think whatever she wanted. Tim almost balked at Elizabeth's command the next morning. Panties and tap pants were easy to conceal, but the garter to hold up the stockings would be faintly visible beneath his pants, if anyone cared to look, as would the spaghetti straps of the camisole. In the end, he wore the baggiest pants he owned and a sport coat in the hopes of hiding the outlines of his feminine undergarments. At the end of the day, Elizabeth called him into her office once again. "Strip," she ordered, and he complied. "No, no, no. This will never do," she complained as he removed his clothes. "That ugly body hair has got to go. These clothes look terrible with all that hair." "What?" he didn't understand the direction she was heading. "But they feel fine." "But they don't LOOK fine." She put her hands on her hips to emphasize her point. "It is look and feel TOGETHER. It's the total sensual package that we are selling. Not one at the expense of the other." "But I can't shave my legs..." "Why not? And not just your legs. I expect you hairless when I make my next check." "But... but..." "Now, now. I know this is a lot to ask and I know how new it is to you. Why don't you take tomorrow off? Remember, you still owe me a day of dressing up. It will have to be Monday, then. You may put your clothes back on and go." If anything, Tim looked more dissolute than ever as he finished up his daily work and readied to leave for the weekend. He was so self-involved that he didn't notice that Jill was keeping an eye on him again. He woke up late that Saturday and kicked around the house doing nothing: he watched part of a baseball game, read the newspaper, tried to read a book but failed because his mind kept wandering. All day, he wrestled with Ms. Raven's ultimatum. He needed the job, but he wasn't sure he could reconcile that need with the humiliation of the past week. That wasn't the only issue on his mind, though. There was a deeper undercurrent, one of which he was only dimly aware, one his subconscious tried to stifle beyond any conscious awareness: somewhere deep inside of him, a small part of him liked the humiliation; he liked the sinful pleasure of wearing lingerie. That dim pleasure began to open a hairline crack in his awareness. He didn't know what to do. He moped about the entire day in a state of contemplation that was almost religiously ecstatic, so delicious a torment that he was barely conscious of the fact that, instead of wearing his boxers or wearing nothing, as was his habit when he was alone at home, he was wearing a pair of black silk panties. He was shocked from his reverie by a sharp knock on the door at seven-thirty that evening. He scrambled for a bathrobe to cover the panties in which he had lounged all day. He opened the door and was greeted by Jill. "Hi, Tim. I thought I'd stop in and see if you are all right." "Uh, yeah. Sure. Please come in." "You weren't at work today, so I thought I would check up on you. She didn't fire you, did she? I mean, I know it's hard for a man to come into a business like ours, but you seemed to be doing really well and..." "She didn't fire me," he interrupted. He looked her over for the first time. All of the saleswomen at the store were gorgeous, but Jill was the cream of them. Her hair was dark, almost black, and her complexion was fair; she never tanned. Blue-gray eyes smoldered at the centers of dark lashes. Her face was like those faces that stare out of Pre-Raphaelite paintings, languid and fragile with a hint of sadness. Her figure was a wonderment of curves flowing into each other at perfect tangents. Before Jill was sitting in front of him in his own living room, Tim would have named Elizabeth as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but now he was reconsidering that judgment. Much of Elizabeth's beauty sprang from the force of her persona. It showed through in the way she carried herself, the tilt of her head, the steadiness of her gaze, the fire that burned in her eyes. She was majestic: imperious and self-assured. Jill had a quieter beauty. It was mystical rather than majestic. Her beauty seemed to hold secrets. Especially when she smiled. "No," Tim repeated, gathering his thoughts, "she didn't fire me. We were just butting heads over product." "I don't believe that," she said. Tim wondered for a brief instant if she was clairvoyant. "Nobody gets that worked up about product. Is it something personal? I thought you liked Elizabeth. All men seem to like her." "I do like her. But you're wrong. It IS about product. She's teaching me a... um... lesson." He rose abruptly from his seat and went into his back bedroom and brought out the box Elizabeth had given him. "She's been making me wear these all week. She says it will give me a 'feel' for the product." Jill opened the box and looked inside. "Oh my God," she hissed. "And you AGREED to this?" Tim felt tiny and his face burned with shame. "I agreed to it. I need the job and now I seem to be getting in over my head. Now she wants me to shave off all of the hair on my body." "Oh, my. What are you going to do?" "I don't know. What choice do I have?" He looked up at her and gazed directly into her eyes. "I disgust you," he accused. "No. No you don't. I'm taken aback, but I'm not disgusted. I mean, it's weird, but I like the feel of lingerie, so I guess I see what she's up to. Do you like wearing this stuff?" She held up the laciest camisole in the box, dangling it from her fingers by the straps. He paused a long moment before he answered. "Yeah. I sort of do like it." "Then I don't see the problem." She beamed a big smile at him. "It's actually kind of kinky. You know? Forbidden fruit tastes best and all that." "You're not freaked out?" "A little, but I think it's kind of exciting. Are you wearing anything now?" As he opened his robe to reveal his panties, Jill put her hands to her mouth and giggled. "Elizabeth is right, you know. You do need to shave your body. I'll help you if you want." "I think I can manage." "Don't be silly. Have you ever shaved your legs before?" "Of course not." "Then you probably don't know how. If you do it wrong, you'll get an awful rash all over your body. I think you should let me help you. Besides, it's easier to get those hard to reach places if someone helps you. So can I help you or not?" Tim hesitated, but he couldn't stand her crystal blue stare for long. "Okay," he murmured. "How about tomorrow afternoon, then?" "Sure," he said without thinking. He was in a daze. He wasn't sure of anything except that he was losing control of his life. But he couldn't stop himself. "Don't worry. You'll look cute." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then left before he thought to protest. Jill showed up the next day as good as her word. She had an ominous-looking box in her hands when Tim greeted her at the door. "What's that," he asked. "You'll see. Are you ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "Good. Then take off your clothes." When he was completely nude, she set down the box and opened it. "Lay down on the couch." "Shouldn't we be doing this in the bathroom?" "If we were shaving you, yes. But we aren't going to shave you." "What?" As if in reply, she pulled a waxing kit from the box. "Now wait just a minute!" "Don't be such a baby. If women can put up with it, so can you," she challenged. "Humph! For all your bravado, you men are more squeamish than we are." It didn't take long for him to cave in to her and before the afternoon was over, he was completely hairless. Before she left, she went out to her car and brought him another box. Inside was a shimmering burgundy nightie. "This should feel good, now that you're so wonderfully smooth," she said with a wink. "What are you going to wear tomorrow?" "I haven't decided." "Would you like to throw her for a loop?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, I think you should let me help you dress up tomorrow. I have some ideas. It'll be fun." "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" She bit her lip and nodded. "It's like having the biggest Barbie doll in the world or a kid sister. It gives me a perverse thrill." "If you want to come over tomorrow and help me get ready, I won't mind." "Goodie! I know just what to bring for you." After she left, Tim muttered to himself, "What the hell am I doing?" He shrugged his shoulders in resignation and ambled to the kitchen to make himself some dinner. He called it a night early and went to bed soon afterward. On a whim, he took the nightie Jill had brought him and put it on. As the material caressed his now hairless body, the sensation was electric. Suddenly, he discovered that the humiliations of the last week were all worth it after all. Jill showed up bright and early carrying still more boxes. She was delighted when he answered the door wearing the nightie that she had given to him. She rewarded him with a lingering kiss. "What have you brought for me today?" he asked. "You'll see. Go take a shower." When he emerged from the shower, she was waiting for him with a big powder puff and a jar of scented powder. "What's that for?" "It's to make you feel good. Trust me." She dusted his body with it and he admitted to himself that it did indeed feel and smell wonderful, if a bit effeminate (but that was a complaint that lost more meaning as time went on). "Now then, I want you to look into the other room and grab the top of the door." He complied, and then felt her wrap something around his mid-section. Suddenly, his waist was being tightly constricted by a heavily boned pink satin corset. "Breathe out," she ordered. "It's too tight," he gasped. "Nonsense. You just aren't used to it. Now breathe out so I can tie it off." He exhaled and felt her tying the laces. He found it difficult to inhale again and soon found himself taking tiny breaths and getting light-headed. She noticed his difficulty and soothed him: "Be careful, dear. Find a rhythm or you'll hyperventilate." He nodded and calmed his breathing. He was all right soon afterward, but he soon discovered that his freedom of movement was severely restricted. He couldn't bend at the waist and he had to sit with more care than he was used to, lest he overbalance himself and fall over. After a few minutes, he found that he had gotten used to it, only to be shocked when he saw himself in a mirror. He had always been slight of build, but he now seemed to have feminine curves. "Sit down over here so we can put on your stockings," Jill ordered. She produced a pair of white silk stockings trimmed with pink lace. Tim was unprepared for the sensation of silk stockings on his now hairless legs. There was an immediate stirring between his legs, which brought a smile to Jill's lips. "None of that," she chided, and waited for him to go soft before proceeding to the next step. She pulled a pair of silky pink panties up his legs, but just before they were at the top, she deftly tucked his privates between his legs, and then yanked the panties up hard. There were tabs at the bottom of the corset to hold up the panties and she attached them as Tim passed out from the dual constriction of the corset and the panties. He came to a few moments later, soothed by Jill's gentle touch on his cheeks. "I'm sorry about that," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you." "It's all right," he whispered, still in obvious discomfort. "I'll get used to it." When he was fully dressed in his business attire, Tim noticed that his clothes fit differently now. They were cut to fit a man, but he was now molded into the shape of a woman. Tim shrugged it off. "It's only temporary," he thought. Late that afternoon, Elizabeth called Tim to her office again. When they were in private, Tim stripped for her without a word. Elizabeth grinned beamingly when she saw how Tim was dressed. "My, my," she said as she looked him over. "I didn't give you any of that stuff. You've been showing some personal initiative." "Yes," he said. "I met someone who was enthusiastic about putting me in touch with my feminine side." "Oh really? Well good for you." She walked behind him and breathed in his ear, "If you are interested in continuing our little game, remember that we have a generous employee discount." She was laughing out loud as Tim left her office. She wondered who had taken him under her wing. Jill caught up with him shortly afterwards. "How did it go?" she asked. "Did she make you do anything else?" "No. She just told me that we have a generous employee discount." "She's right about that," Jill giggled. "Listen, you're going to need some help getting undressed tonight. Why don't I drop by after work?" Tim tried for fifteen minutes to reach behind him and loosen the stays, which bound his mid-section, to no avail. After struggling with it, he decided to wait for Jill. Much to his chagrin, Jill once again arrived at Tim's apartment with boxes in her arms. To his relief, one of the boxes contained food. She cooked him a wonderful lemon chicken dinner and they both relaxed afterward on Tim's couch. After some chitchat about college and work, they found each other in a passionate embrace. Jill was the aggressor and made a lie of her demure beauty by covering Tim's mouth with hers and thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. When at last they parted, Jill looked directly into his eyes and said, "I think it's time we undressed you." Tim's face lit up with delight as she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She carefully unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt. Soon he was standing before her clad only in his lingerie. She pushed him back onto the bed and ordered him to stay there as she went back to the living room. Tim groaned to himself when she returned carrying more boxes. From the first box, she removed a pair of bedroom mules with four-inch heels. She knelt before him and slid them on his feet. The other box had a peignoir made of ruffled layers of diaphanous chiffon. She stood him up on wobbly feet and draped it over him. "Walk for me," she said, and he did. He was unsteady at first, but soon gained more confidence. "Wow. Those shoes do wonders for your legs. They make you walk sexy, too." She pushed him back onto the bed, then slowly, teasingly, began to strip. Beneath her blouse and black skirt she wore a black satin corset of her own with eight lace and ribbon garters supporting black, back-seamed stockings. She crawled on top of him and kissed him roughly. "Do you like the unveiling?" He nodded helplessly. "Good. I like the unveiling, too." She reached down and released his imprisoned manhood and they made love for hours that Tim wished would last forever. Jill never did unlace his corset that night. The next day, Tim demanded that she unlace him. At first, she teased him and refused, but she relented when he started running the shower. This was his first day back to normal attire and he was greatly relieved as he showered. Once he was dry, he automatically donned his usual boxers. Jill sat up in bed as he pulled them on. "You aren't wearing THOSE, are you?" she demanded. "Of course I am. Elizabeth doesn't have me under her thumb anymore, so I can go back to normal." "Well, I don't think you should wear them," she pouted. "How can you after all that wonderful satin and silk? I thought you liked it." "I do, but..." It was no use. There was no arguing with her. Tim soon found himself laced into another corset with matching panties and stockings. After two more weeks of playing dress-up for Jill, Tim found his perception of the store slightly altered. He began to appraise the inventory with an eye toward what might please Jill. Jill was proving to be very enthusiastic about his new hobby. She was insatiable. Every night, she dressed him up and proceeded to ravage him. He could think of worse fates. She moved in with him in mid-July. By the first of August, she had convinced him to throw out all of his old male underwear. By then, he didn't mind. He hadn't worn it again and he needed the space for the lingerie that now bulged from his dresser drawers. He was completely panty trained and completely content, but there were still other things that bothered him. At her request, he wore a corset every day, cinched as tightly as she could pull it. Whenever he became used to the constriction of his corset, she laced him into a tighter one. By the end of the summer, his waist had lost five inches. One night in early August, they had been laying about the house relaxing. Jill was painting her fingernails and when she was finished, she suggested that she paint his toenails. Tim had long since learned that he couldn't argue with her, so he demurred. From that day forth, his toenails were always painted. He wondered where she was taking him. Each passing day saw her doing more and more to feminize him. Two weeks later she talked him into piercing his ears. He didn't mind that, so much. Earrings are pretty much gender neutral anymore, so he went along with it. The school year was fast approaching and Tim wondered what would become of his job at the shop. Elizabeth assured him that he was welcome to stay on part time as weekend help while he was in school and he accepted her offer. Just before school began, Elizabeth asked Tim to stay after work for a bit and took some measurements from him. "What's this for?" he asked. "You'll see," she said. She didn't elaborate any more than that and Tim forgot about it after a couple of weeks. Tim returned to school and did well in his classes despite the constant distraction of Jill's insatiable appetite for him. He had cleared most of the difficult classes for his major and was now cruising on the general Ed requirements. In the middle of October, he noticed that his hair was getting too long for his tastes. When he mentioned it to Jill, she smiled and said, "I think you should let it grow. Oh, it needs a trim, but I don't think it needs to be any shorter than it is now." He shrugged and let her make an appointment with a hair stylist she knew. Jill accompanied him to the salon that Friday to say hello to the stylist, who was a good friend of hers. As Tim sat in the foyer, Jill engaged in an animated conversation with her friend. Tim couldn't hear any of it, so he thumbed through one of the fashion magazines in the waiting area. Finally, Jill and her friend motioned him to the chair. Renee, the stylist, tilted his head back into the sink and shampooed his hair, then trimmed away the unruly ends. Then, before Tim realized what was happening, she began rolling his hair in rods. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Oh, Jill said you wanted a body perm." she answered, without stopping. Tim looked over to Jill as if to say, "What are you getting me into." She smiled and winked at him. Although he was uncomfortable with this new development, he raised no objections. The wink Jill had given him might as well have said, "If you do this for me, you can have anything you desire from me." When it was all over, the perm added volume to his already longish hair. It wasn't a masculine hairstyle in the least, but it wouldn't draw any attention to him; except that Renee had colored his hair, too, turning it a deep chestnut brown with red highlights. Tim meant to ask Jill what she thought she was doing when they got home, but once they were in the door, she was so turned on that she practically attacked him. The next morning as he stepped out of the shower, he was greeted by a sight that threw him for a loop. Even without the corsets that he had been wearing constantly since the summer, his waist retained an hourglass curve. Combined with his pierced ears and his new hairstyle, he looked like a girl. He stood looking at himself in the mirror for a good five minutes, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Finally, he shrugged it off and proceeded to dust himself with powder. He didn't say anything to Jill as she laced him into his corset; he was too confused and he wanted to gather his thoughts before he confronted Jill with his observations. At work, he went about his normal routine as if nothing were out of sorts. At the end of the day, he noticed that Jill and Elizabeth were engaged in a hushed conversation, but would look his direction every so often. When they were through, Tim asked Jill what it was all about. "Nothing important," she replied, smiling enigmatically. Elizabeth invited Tim and Jill to her house for Thanksgiving dinner. Neither Tim nor Jill had family obligations, so they accepted. As they ate, they talked shop and they talked about Tim's studies. Eventually, Elizabeth mentioned that Constance, one of the other girls at the shop was pregnant and would be leaving her job before Christmas. "That's wonderful," Jill exclaimed. "I wish her all the best." "I'm very happy for her, but it leaves me in a bind," Elizabeth added. "Christmas is our busiest season and I don't have the time to train a new girl for the sales floor." "That is a problem. It's too bad Tim can't do it. He knows everything about the shop already," Jill lamented. A sparkle came into Elizabeth's eye when Jill said this. Tim stopped eating and looked up like a deer stuck in headlights. He had a feeling that he knew what was about to happen. "That's not a bad idea," Elizabeth said. "Stand up, Tim." He stood. "I see you are still wearing a corset. Your waist has narrowed quite a bit. With that hairstyle and with a little bit of work, you might be able to pull it off." "Hold on, here," he objected. "Are you saying that you want me to dress as a girl at work?" "It would only be until I find a replacement. You're my best option. I wouldn't need to train you. I'm sure Jill could coach you on how to act and appear feminine. If I must say, you don't have far to go." "It'll be fun," Jill added. "You are already wearing so many feminine things, what difference will a little more matter?" "I don't know about this. What if I get caught?" "I doubt you'll need to worry about that," Elizabeth soothed. "I think we can do a bang up job on you. Don't you think we could pull it off without a hitch?" "I'm not sure. I mean..." "I think he needs a demonstration," Jill said. "He doesn't trust us." "You're right," Elizabeth concurred. "Tell you what. Why don't you let us dress you up today and if you aren't completely convinced, we'll call it off." "Well... dressing up at home or under my clothes is one thing, this..." "C'mon. You'll love what we do to you," Jill coaxed. She had that expression on her face again, that promise of the bedroom, which he couldn't resist. What's more, Elizabeth had the same expression on her face, too. It was enough to make him dizzy. "Okay," he said, meekly. After they finished dinner, Jill and Elizabeth took him by the hand and guided him to Elizabeth's boudoir. As they stripped him, Jill commented: "You know, these boy clothes don't fit you at all anymore. We should go shopping for new clothes this weekend." "I agree. I'd love to go with you to help pick out some new things for him," Elizabeth added as if Tim weren't even there. "Cut it out," Tim protested. "Let's get this over with." "You have lovely foundation garments, Tim," Elizabeth cooed in his ears as she ran her hands over his tightly cinched waist. "Let's see what else we can do for you before we dress you up." She guided his hands through the straps of a black lace push-up bra. She had a pair of silicone inserts from the store and she stuffed them in the cups, giving him a pleasing cleavage. Jill took a short-skirted business suit from Elizabeth's closet and held it up to his body. "What do you think?" she asked. "Too business like," Elizabeth replied. "The one with the flared skirt would be better." As Jill rooted through the closet, Elizabeth tossed a towel over the mirror of her vanity, sat Tim down in front of it, and began to work on his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. "Hey! Not too much there. I still have to look male for class, you know." "Hush. No one will notice," Elizabeth chided. Soon, she was rubbing creams onto his face. After she was satisfied, she followed it with a dusting of powder, some blush, and then began to work on his eyes. Eyeshadow was next. Then she curled his eyelashes and lavished mascara on them. Meanwhile, Jill began working on his fingernails. She shaped them into feminine ovals and began painting them a deep burgundy. "Not bad, not bad," Elizabeth said, standing back to examine her handiwork. "Hair needs some work, though." They went back to work on him, gathering his hair on top of his head and touching it up with a curling iron. When they finished with his hair, Jill inserted two big dangly earrings into his pierced ears. They stood him up and had him step into the skirt. Then they put a burgundy V-neck blouse on him, and followed it up with a tight fitted woman's suit jacket. They slid a pair of three-inch pumps onto his feet and had him stand up. He was used to high heels from his nightly escapades with Jill, so he had no difficulty with them. Before they let him see the finished product, they capped off their work with a burgundy lipstick to match his fingernails. It didn't even occur to him to ask how Elizabeth just happened to have clothes that fit him exactly. They had him close his eyes and stood him in front of a full- length mirror. When they moved their hands away, Tim let out a gasp. "Oh my gawd, is that me?" he said, not believing his eyes. He looked like a well-dressed young woman. He was gorgeous. "It's you. Now do you think you can pull it off?" Elizabeth said. "I think I might, at that," he answered. They kept Tim dressed up all evening. After they finished dressing him up, they took him to Elizabeth's parlor where they had a few glasses of wine and coached Tim on how to carry himself in a feminine manner. When it came time at last to go home, Jill packed Tim's male clothes into a sack and took him by the hand to the car, still dressed as a woman. As they drove home, Jill outlined a plan of action: "You'll never pull it off unless you're comfortable dressed as a girl," she said, "so I think you should be dressed as a girl as much as possible. You can still dress as a boy when you go to class, but at all other times, you should wear a dress, heels, and make-up." "I don't know if I'm up to this," he replied. "This is just to help out at the store, isn't it?" "We'll see." As soon as they were in the door at home, Jill pinned him against the door and thrust her tongue into his mouth. When she came up for air, she said, "Get ready for the bedroom. I want you as pretty as you can be." He retired to the bedroom and took off his skirt and blouse, hanging them carefully on padded hangers. He found his most feminine black nightgown, one with lots of lace and silk, put on a pair of bedroom mules, and sashayed to the bathroom to fix his hair. Undoing the pins and ribbons that held his hair in a businesslike updo, he let it spill around his shoulders in soft ringlets. He gazed at himself in the mirror, still unfamiliar with his made-up face. He decided that he liked how he looked. On a whim, he spritzed himself with some of Jill's perfume. He wanted to be beautiful for her. Jill was waiting for him when he emerged. She was dressed in a black satin corset that revealed her splendid breasts and thigh- high patent-leather boots that made her tower atop five-inch spiked heels. She had on a pair of shoulder-length silk gloves. She took him by the hand and led him to bed, where she pushed him down onto his back. His hair spilled around his face in an alluring halo of curls. She smiled down at him as she lifted his gown and straddled his waist. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. With her right hand, she held him softly behind the neck. She touched him intimately with her left, arranging things for her pleasure. Suddenly, she mounted him. She rode him like a bucking bronco, wild with passion. It was all Tim could do to keep up with her as she pleasured herself on him. When, at last, she was sated, she collapsed on top of him and kissed him gently. "I never had it better than that," she cooed in his ear. "I can't believe how much you turn me on like this." She took his hand and guided it to her breast. With her other hand she stroked his hip and bottom. "Do you like it like this?" she asked. He nodded, embarrassed. "I shouldn't like this, but I do," he murmured as he lowered his burgundy lips to kiss her waiting nipples. They puckered up and hardened at the touch of his mouth and he fluttered his tongue across them. She fondled his nipples in return. "Would you like to have breasts like me?" she asked him as they became erect in her fingertips. "What?" he stopped kissing her breasts and sat up. "You heard me. Would you?" She cocked her head to one side expectantly as he sputtered. "I think you would look divine with a set of your own." He didn't answer, but there was a rising in his privates that betrayed his arousal. It was frightening, but making love with Jill was so incredibly satisfying anymore that he would do anything to make it more passionate. "I would want you to have a big set of breasts," she enthused, pinching his erect nipples. "Think of how much more pleasurable this would be if you had them. Still, it's a big step and you wouldn't be able to appear as a man ever again..." Soon they collapsed in another fit of lovemaking, leaving the question hanging. She didn't bring it up again the next day. That Sunday, Jill and Elizabeth took Tim shopping. Elizabeth had sprung for $3000 to buy Tim a feminine wardrobe to work in the store. She regarded it as an investment in a successful Christmas season for the store, but it was fun, too. They bought him three women's business suits, a few skirts, two dresses, five blouses, several sweaters, and shoes to match everything. They took him to a jewelry store and had his ears pierced again. Tim hadn't noticed it, but Elizabeth and Jill had maneuvered their purchases so that nothing they bought was even remotely unisex. Everything was as feminine as they could make it. There wasn't a pants outfit in the lot of it. Jill was vigilant in keeping him feminized. Although she allowed him to go to class dressed as a boy, he no longer looked much like one even in boy clothes. The constant corset training had reduced his waist to an incredible 22 inches and he could no longer style his hair in a masculine fashion. When he was at home, he was never permitted to wear pants, only dresses, skirts, or lingerie. "We need to think of a name for you," Jill said out of the blue after they made love that Wednesday night. Tim's head rested against her breast as she said it. Her hand absently stroked his silken hair. "How about 'Tina'?" she asked. He squinched his face and shook his head no. "How about 'Tammy'?" "That's better, I guess." "Tammy it is, then." She referred to him as "Tammy" or "Tamara, dear" or "Tam" for the remainder of the week. After a while, he was used to it and answered to it as if it had been his name all his life. The weekend after Thanksgiving saw him off to work dressed completely as a woman. His first day in public, he wore a tasteful black skirt and blazer combination with a white cowl- neck blouse, two pairs of silver hoops in his ears, a pair of two-inch pumps, and black stockings. His make-up was tastefully done in red and brown tones and he wore a burnt copper lipstick that matched his fingernails. No one would guess his true gender just to look at him. Even though his appearance was flawless, he spent his first day in his new role in abject terror. He was sure that something would give him away: his voice, his posture, his gestures, something. It was particularly stressful when he had to help a customer with a bra fitting. Such close proximity to the beautiful women who frequented Raven's Intimates took a toll on him; the pressure in his confined manhood was sometimes more than he could bear. When, at last, the day ended, it felt as if he had been let up for air after being held underwater. It was an enormous relief. To celebrate his rite of passage, Jill and Elizabeth took him out for a drink at a bar around the corner. "I can't believe I pulled this off," he said, nursing a margarita. "I can. You look fabulous," Elizabeth raved. "I wish we had done this months ago." "Don't look now, but you have an admirer," Jill whispered in his ear. She nodded in the direction of two professional men in the corner. Tim glanced at them and saw that one of them was looking him over. "Oh my God," he gasped. "Don't look at them. I don't want them coming over here." "Why on Earth not?" Elizabeth demanded. "They won't bite. They look nice enough." As Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at the two men, they rose and moved to join them. "Ladies. May we by you a drink?" said the taller one. He had finely chiseled features, wavy dark hair, and a deep voice that could make women melt. His companion was shorter, but he was well built and had a sly, crooked smile that bespoke an ease with people. They introduced themselves as Ted and Robert. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Elizabeth and these are Jill and Tammy." She put a little extra emphasis on 'Tammy'. Tim tried to make himself small. They made small talk as the bartender made them their drinks. Every so often, Ted would touch Tim's hand in a casual but hopeful way as he emphasized some point of discussion. Tim was so flustered that he couldn't keep track of the conversation, so he just nodded at salient points as if he had been listening all along. Tim gave a huge sigh of relief when, at last, they rose to leave. Just as the Tim made it to the door, he turned back and saw Jill exchanging phone numbers with Robert. A black fright overtook him and he was more desperate than ever to get to the safety of home. As soon as they were in the door, Tim confronted Jill about it. "Why were you exchanging phone numbers with them?" he demanded. "I was just being polite. I told them you were my roommate and that they could get in touch with you at the same number as me. I think they might call, but who knows? Don't be so uptight. The worse that could happen is they might ask us out. It might be fun to double date." Tim seethed at that final comment. He stalked to the bedroom and stripped off every piece of feminine clothing he could and scrubbed all of the make-up from his face. He put on an old football jersey and returned to the living room while Jill cooked them both a light dinner. Tim only picked at his food and went to bed shortly afterward. Jill joined him after the late news and crawled under the covers beside him. "What's the matter, darling?" she sighed in his ear. "I feel like my life is spinning out of control. I don't look like a man anymore even when I try. And I'm jealous of you flirting with other guys. What do you want from me? Do you want me to be a girl?" "I want you to be happy with yourself. Deep down, I think you really like how you are now. I know I love the way you look now. I was never attracted to women, but for some reason, the more feminine you are, the more you turn me on. I don't know why. If you didn't like it on some level, you wouldn't have let it come this far. Elizabeth and I didn't mean to embarrass you at the bar tonight. We just thought you needed to become comfortable with yourself in a social setting. That means dealing with the attention of men. Face it, honey, you're a knockout. You have no idea of what it means to look like you do. I think we should take some steps to help you feel more comfortable." Tim rolled over and gazed into her eyes. "What kind of steps?" "After your last final on Friday, I think we should throw out all of your boy clothes. I think you are ready to make a go of this full time and if you don't have any boy clothes to fall back on, it will force you to deal with it faster. There are other things, too. You'll see. Trust me. I'll get you through it." She drew his head to her breast and held him in a long, tender embrace. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Tim felt a sense of contentment as he drifted off, comforted by the soft beating of her heart. After his last final, Tim came home and discovered that Jill had made good on her threat to throw out all of his male clothes. He was left with what he had worn to the test and she soon had him out of that. He soon found himself dressed in a knee-length charcoal skirt, teal blouse, full make-up and nail polish, dangly earrings, and three-inch pumps. Because of the continual use of high heels, his gait and body rhythm while walking had subtly changed and he now walked with a feminine sway. "You look great," Jill said, admiringly, when he emerged into the living room fully dressed as a girl. "I've made an appointment with Renee in a half an hour for a makeover, so grab the purse I've made out for you and let's get going." "Makeover?" he asked. "Yes, Tamara, dear. A makeover. You look fabulous now, but with a little help, you'll look even better. Now, come on!" Tim blushed at being called "Tamara." but he didn't argue with her. Renee was happy to see them both again. She couldn't get over how feminine Tim had become. She squealed in delight at the prospect of feminizing him further. She gave him the works. Facial, shampoo, style, set. When she was done with his hair, he had no prayer of styling it in a masculine manner. While Tim sat under the dryer, she went to work on his nails. She gave them half-inch porcelain tips and painted them a deep crimson. Then it was on to his face. She tilted his head back and began working on his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers that had an electric cord attached to them. The removal of his eyebrows hurt more than he remembered and he asked Renee about it. "That's because I'm using electrolysis on them. You won't have to worry about this ever again." This gave Tim a start. His eyebrows were now permanently feminine. There might be no going back now. After she took down his hair, Renee went to work on his make-up, working on his eyes with a brown to orange eyeshadow blend over a dark brown eyeliner and mascara, a light blush, and crimson lipstick. She pierced his ears again, giving him a third earring in each ear. When she was done at last, Tim thought that a new person was staring at him from the mirror. He didn't recognize himself. He had never looked more feminine. His eyebrows were now permanently arched high over his eyes and he had more earrings now than any man would ever wear. He was confused and elated. He didn't know where all of this would end up, but he was beginning to enjoy his transformation immensely. When Jill allowed them to return home, he spent a long time staring at himself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom. He couldn't believe that it was him staring back. Jill came up from behind him and ran her hands over his hips. "Do you like what you see?" she asked him. "Oh, it's wonderful. I can't believe I look this good," he gushed. "You don't think we've gone too far, do you? I mean, I don't think I can dress like a boy right now, not with my earrings and hair like this." "If you ask me, I don't think we've gone far enough. You are still too angular." "What do you mean?" "The corsets have given you the proper shape to your hips and waist, but you don't have curves. You have angles. And your butt is too skinny and flat." He looked at himself again. He could see what she was talking about. "Come with me, darling," she asked him. He followed her to the kitchen, where she opened the refrigerator and removed a bottle of pills. "I was going to give these to you as a Christmas present, but I don't think that there is any reason to wait now. These should help smooth you out." Tim held the bottle in trembling hands, unsure of what to say. He looked deeply into her eyes. "These are female hormones," he said. "Yes. Not only will they give you curves, but you'll have breasts, too. Isn't it exciting?" She took the bottle, opened it, and shook a big purple pill into her palm. "Take this one now," she said. Tim was paralyzed by indecision. He enjoyed playing dress-up with Jill, but this was well beyond what they had done in private. This would turn him into a woman. Suddenly, he realized that it didn't matter now. Without a stitch of male clothes to his name, he would have to deal with the world from a feminine perspective anyway. He took the pill and washed it down with a cup of water. After he had swallowed it, Jill gave him a deep, longing kiss. "You're my girl now, Tamara." she said. And Tamara it was, for good now. Tim, now Tamara, felt a twinge of regret. He had enjoyed being a boy. His maleness had been a source of great pride and pleasure to him. But now it was time to find out what being a girl was like. Once he realized that, he began to look forward to the joys that womanhood had to offer. The next day, Tamara felt woozy. He called in sick to the shop and stayed in bed the whole day. By afternoon, he felt better and spent it cooking dinner for Jill. As it was cooking, he took some time to primp and pretty himself for Jill. He hoped to make love all night with her to celebrate his decision to become a girl. Jill didn't disappoint him. She wanted to ravish him every way she could think of that night, including some roleplay where she assumed the male role. She had brought home some toys from the shop for just that purpose. Tamara was shocked. He wasn't sure he was ready to go that far, but Jill gently coaxed him. "I want you to know everything there is to know about being a girl, darling," she said as she caressed his bottom through the filmy negligee he wore for her. "The more feminine you become, the more turned on I get. I can't wait until the hormones start showing results. You know that the hormones will take away your ability to perform as a man, so the sooner you learn other ways of loving, the better." Jill was so loving and gentle, Tamara couldn't deny her. Soon, Jill had Tamara in position. She maneuvered her toy against Tamara's behind, then suddenly thrust inside. Tamara let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Realizing that she had to go slowly, Jill carefully began to stroke deeper. After the initial shock of being taken, Tamara became more at ease. The worst was over. Soon, the feeling from behind became pleasurable, building to such a feeling of filled contentment that Tamara wished he had done this a long time ago. He let out little squeals of pleasure as Jill made love to him more forcefully, until, finally, he nearly passed out at the climax of their passion. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced. Jill brought herself to a pitch of frenzied pleasure before collapsing beside him. She kissed him and whispered in his ear: "How did you like your first time as a girl?" "Mmmm..." Tamara sighed, contentedly. "It was the best thing I've ever done. I want you to do that to me again and again." Jill smiled at Tamara's reaction. Tamara was going to make a wonderfully complete woman. It took two weeks before he noticed any effects from the hormones. Around New Years, he noticed that his nipples were larger and were constantly ablaze with new sensations. They hurt a little, but when he rubbed them to soothe away the discomfort, he noticed a delicious sensation of pleasure that was unfamiliar. It was all he could do to keep from rubbing them all the time. Tamara continued at the shop well into January. If he noticed that Elizabeth had made no effort to hire his replacement, he didn't say anything about it. His expertise in market planning and purchasing had made the Christmas season the best month Raven's Intimates had ever had. Tamara was also a gifted salesperson and became very popular with the customers once his initial shyness wore off. Once the hormones dampened his maleness to the extent that he was no longer having awkward impulses during bra fittings, his ability to relate to the customers took a decided turn for the better. Elizabeth was loath to let such an asset get away from her if she could help it. At the store's New Years party, Elizabeth handed Tamara an envelope, telling him not to open it until he got home. Inside was a check for $5000 and a note that read: A token of my appreciation in the hopes that you will stay on with the store permanently. Love and Kisses, Elizabeth. P.S. You make an absolutely gorgeous woman. He accepted the invitation and arranged to work part-time during the school year. He was so comfortable as a girl by the time his final semester at school started that he didn't think twice about attending his last classes as the girl he had become. His feminine image had become so complete that no one questioned his gender. He began to notice that guys were taking second looks at him as he walked to and from classes. At first, this made him blush to his roots, but it happened so often that soon he was proud of the attention. He put an extra sway into his walk, remembering how he had liked watching the movement of a woman's behind as she walked. Now men were looking at his behind with the same interest. As the hormones remolded him over time, the looks became more frequent and more admiring. By the end of the semester, his body had changed drastically. His bottom had filled out with a pleasing roundness, his waist had become extremely tiny, and his chest had begun to swell with two pert mounds. He needed a bra now, even though it was still only an A-cup. As he began to enjoy male attention, he wished his breasts were much bigger. He confided all of these feelings to Jill as they made love. She now had Tamara play the female role all the time, as the hormones had decimated his ability to make love as a man. Tamara missed his potency some of the time, but Jill made him feel so wonderful that it was no longer an issue. After one such session of lovemaking, Jill cuddled up to him and sighed, "So you like the attention men give you, huh?" "It makes me feel desirable. It's very flattering," Tamara answered. "You know why they look at you that way, don't you?" "Yes. They wonder what it would be like to have me the way you have me. Don't worry. I love you. I would never leave you." "I know, darling, but I think it might do you some good to make love to a man." "I would be too embarrassed. It's different when we make love. You want me the way that I am." While they spoke, Jill absently caressed and tweaked Tamara's burgeoning nipples. She soon had Tamara panting with desire and he begged her to take him again. "Do you remember when I first asked if you would like to have breasts, my love?" "Dimly," Tamara answered, distracted by the pleasure Jill was giving him. "I said to think about how much more pleasurable what I am doing now would be if they were real. Are you happy that you have them now?" "Oh, God yes. I love having breasts. I wish they would grow faster." "Well, I was talking to the doctor the other day, and she said that we could only expect a B-cup from the hormones. You're almost there." Tamara was crestfallen. He assumed that if he continued to take the hormones, they would continue to grow. He could see the folly in that line of reasoning as soon as he thought of it. "What should we do?" "How do you feel about implants?" "Aren't they dangerous?" "The new ones aren't. Just think of what they would do for your figure, darling. If you're up for it, I'll make the appointment tomorrow." It was a big step. Even now, he hadn't gone too far. If he stopped taking the hormones, he would revert back to his male self after a while, but breast implants were unerasable. If he got them, he would be a girl for life. Jill's enthusiasm for his emasculation worried him, too. He wondered how far she was going to push him over the line into femininity. And yet, everything she had done to him had delighted him no end. He began to wonder if his true nature was feminine after all. If he was indeed meant to be a girl, big boobs wo