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Tim's Diary By R. Gold Chapter One Hey Rob, You won't believe my weekend, buddy! I had to write to someone and who best to talk to than an old college roommate? Well, I found the woman of my dreams partying in a bar in little old Seattle. What a night! What a weekend! It all started when our office went out to happy hour at the tavern around the corner from the office. Brenda, our secretary, dragged me along insisting that I take a break from the paperwork and help celebrate the beginning of the fall term. I guess I needed the break, because we ended up having our fair share of drinks. By the time, the four of us each bought a round, I was starting to get blurry around the edges. As our crowd was getting ready to leave, another round arrived at our table compliments of the party from the back room. The waiter invited us to join them at our leisure. Carrying my fifth drink, Larry, from technical services, and I decided to thank the generous crowd in the back. As we said goodbye to Brenda and Margaret, we stumbled through the bar to the back. It was dark and noisy. The music was blaring and everybody was dancing. The most beautiful women I had ever seen, right out of Playboy and Penthouse! All sizes, shapes, and colors, obviously having a real party. The music was pulsing through my body and a woman grabbed my arm and dragged me to the floor to dance. With five drinks inside me, I let myself go with the music and rocked. I loved watching this beautifully built babe swinging in front of me. She was my size, gorgeous, with a great smile. The beat moved to another number and we continued to dance. She turned and backed into me, rubbing right up against my hardened cock as I grabbed her under her breasts and squeezed. It was wild. After dancing for fifteen minutes, she motioned to me for us to get something to drink. I couldn't resist. We yelled above the music and I introduced myself. Her name was Kathi and she was a professional catalog model for San Francisco Secrets. They were in Seattle for a week long shoot. Remembering my manners, I asked her who had sent the drinks to our table so I could thank our host. She frowned and thought for a minute, then smiled. "You mean Denise DeLongi, our production manager. She's the tall, brunette dancing in the center of the floor." I turned to look and that's when I fell in love. This woman was wearing the tiniest black dress that barely covered her undulating body. It was obvious the way the dress clung to her that she wore nothing else. In her heels, she must have been almost six feet tall. She was all legs with a model's body-slender, lean, and beautifully built. I excused myself walked out onto the dance floor to thank our hostess for the drinks and to get a closer look at this magnificent woman. As I drew near, I was mesmerized by her long dark curls and exotic face. She seemed to be a mix of Asian and Caucasian. She was more gorgeous up close and I stumbled over my words. Before I could say anything, she swept me up in her arms and began to dance with me. All I could smell was her perfume as we rocked away. I had never been this close to anyone so beautiful and her smile melted me as she said, "Hi Tim. Larry told me all about you and I've been looking forward to meeting you." With that, she reached behind my head and lifting my face up towards hers, giving me a deep kiss, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. As we continued to kiss and dance, I felt her move her leg in between mine and rub against my erection. She grinned at me and grabbed me firmly around the waist as she continued to rub against my cock. She shifted her weight so that her longer legs wrapped around my thigh and waist. Together we created a motion that would certainly cause me to cum if the music hadn't stopped. The lights gradually brightened as a signal that the tavern was shutting down. It was hard to believe that it was midnight already. Ignoring the lights, Denise grabbed my arm leading me to the bathrooms. Walking quickly, she slammed open the ladies door and pushed me backwards into a stall and down on the closed toilet seat. Lifting up her dress, she pushed her exposed and shaved pussy into my face. Rob, that was only the beginning. I ate her until she had cum several times, all the while, laughing and screaming with a wildness that was hard to believe. Pushing me away from her pulsing cunt, she reached into my pants and hauled out my erect, glistening cock. Opening her dress, she displayed the nicest set I had ever seen-large generous breasts with beautiful pink nipples. She dropped to her knees and began to rub my cock between these beautiful breasts. I had been hard for so long, that I came with a few quick pulls. I came all over her neck, hands, and tits. I watched in amazement as she licked her fingers clean of my cum, still smiling at me. She pushed my head down and I licked her tits clean. I continued to suck her neck and nipples. She shivered again as she had another orgasm. She kissed me. I guessed she was at least three inches taller in her heels. As she kissed me, I could taste my cum in her mouth and all I could smell was her cunt juice still on my face. "Come with us. We're going to party through the weekend. Be my sex slave. Fuck me." I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. This was not happening to Tim Nopp. No, an administrator at a college does not hang with San Francisco Secret's party models for a weekend. All I could do was laugh aloud and kiss her again. As we rode in one of the five company limos, the group welcomed me. Besides the models, there were union guys, production people, wardrobe designers, photographers, and secretaries. They were all young and beautiful. They were all nice. As we continued to drink at an after hours club, Denise opened my hand and gave me a half a dozen assorted capsules. Handing me a glass of champagne, she encouraged me to drink up and swallow what she had given me. "What are these? I don't do drugs." "Ginseng, herbal purifiers, vitamin c and e. All to help you keep up with us through the weekend. Nothing you will regret. You do trust me, don't you?" Barbara laughed and kissed me again, her concealed hand rubbing my hardening cock. I drank the champaign and swallowed the vitamins. Honestly, Rob. The rest of the weekend was a blur. When they weren't setting up for shots all around the waterfront and the docks, I remember being naked with Denise, sucking and fucking. Saturday night was more of the same. More food, booze, vitamins, and dancing. We spend Sunday in bed in her suite, eating in and screwing until I was rubbed raw. We finished the evening together in the bathtub soaking and scrubbing each other. As I dressed to leave, Barbara gave me a cardboard box full of jars of vitamins. "I want you to continue taking these vitamins three times a day. Don't take any ginseng before bed or you won't sleep well. But I want you in good shape when you come down to San Francisco this weekend to fuck me to death." I'm not exaggerating Rob, that's what happened. Who would have imagined a light-weight like me would seduce the production boss of San Francisco Secrets? Here it is Wednesday and I still can't believe it's true. Write to you soon, Tim Chapter Two Dear Rob, Well, I'm back after a weekend in San Francisco and it was all too much. I got out of the college office early Friday morning and took the airbus to SF airport. Alex, from SF Secrets met me and we took a brand new jag into the city. They were shooting at Fisherman's Wharf and he drove right up to the site. Denise was there to greet me and give me a warm hug and kiss. She mussed my hair and told me how much she had missed me. I realised that all the models were in lingerie or half dressed. I spotted Kathi, who gave me a big smile and flashed her breasts at me as she snapped on a crushed velvet bra and panty set. I couldn't keep my eyes inside my head. My neck was twisting all around and I felt like a six year old in a candy store. "That's enough, beautiful. Keep your dick in your pants, because that's for me," Denise laughed at my obvious excitement and led me to her trailer. We weren't in there for more than a minute before she had pushed me up against the cabinets and was pulling off her clothes so I could go down on her. Within seconds, she was humping my face and crushing my head deep into her. I was wild with passion as I felt her spasm time after time with orgasms. Pushing me down on the floor, she stripped off her clothing and sat on top of me. Reaching down she pulled up my cock and balls and began to rub the head of my cock against her swollen clitoris. Laying there, it looked like the cock she was stroking was hers. When I shot my load, it splashed all over my shirt and my face. Still laughing, we cleaned each other off with thick towels all embroidered San Francisco Secrets. "Let's find you some new clothes," Denise said as she reach around the corner to wardrobe and began to expertly size me up. She threw me a pair of silk boxers and a matching silk tee in off-white. Then a tan dress shirt made of linen and a darker chocolate brown pair of pleated linen pants. Denise obviously had an eye for clothes and as I studied myself in the mirror and I admitted I looked good. The pleated pants made me look taller than my 5'9". Denise handed me a pair of Italian loafers. "Lover, I want to show you off and a girl that hawks clothing has to make her man beautiful. But, we have to do something with your hair." I didn't see anything wrong with my hair. It was a typical college administrator look, a little long and shaggy, but just like me, quiet and conservative. Denise led me out of the trailer and over to her dressing area where the models were being made up, sprayed, and combed out. She had a word or two with a beautiful redhead as they both pushed and pulled at my hair. "I've got to get back to work. I'm leaving you in good hands with Becky. She's going to make you as pretty as one of our models." Giving me a deep soul kiss and a quick squeeze, Denise was off in a flash. Becky sprayed my hair down and began to clip and cut. Then she applied a solution to the top of my hair and began to curl it in tiny rollers. Getting a professional cut and perm was a new experience for me, but as Becky talked, I fell asleep. I guess the afternoon of a plane ride and sex had been too much. I awoke as Becky was combing out my hair. She had given me a very close razor cut around my neck and ears. The top and back of my hair was tight, shiny ringlets that gave me a European, metropolitan air. Looking closer at my light brown hair, I could see that it had been highlighted with various blonde shades. I though I looked great. Before Becky let me go she insisted on trimming my eyebrows. I was still half asleep and so impressed with my hair that I didn't give her any fuss. Plucking painfully, she took out the shaggy look and shaped them. I had never thought of myself as handsome, more as plain. But between the clothes, the haircut, and becoming a sex object, I was changing my own self-opinion. When the shoot finished around eight p.m., ten of us went out for dinner. While drinking wine and eating dinner, Denise freely groped my member. The silk underwear only heightened the feelings. At one point before dessert, we slipped away to the limo to get naked. By the time the party moved to Denise's condo, I had been running since early morning. But, the increased vitamins and ginseng had my engine going. As the party continued, someone started to empty out cocaine onto a glass table, another person started pouring champagne, and a third turned the music on and the lights low. Denise motioned for me to come sit at her feet. I leaned back into her legs as she began to rub my back. I felt like purring. Before long, she slid down on the rug besides me and we started petting and kissing. After a few drinks, I even tried the cocaine. As the rush started, I felt like I was king of the world. Before I knew it, we were stripping each other's clothing off and sucking right there in the living room. I was so engrossed in Denise that I didn't notice a second set of hands moving in to stoke my ass and balls. It was Kathi. Denise pulled her down and began to kiss her and stroke her beautiful breasts. I eagerly joined in. Rob, let me tell you. It was surreal. Here I was groping the most beautiful creatures on earth and they were loving it! As I was sucking on Denice's shaved pussy, Kathi was taking me deep into her mouth. Denise's face was deep down sucking in Kathi's crotch. The three of us were so engrossed in group sex, that I didn't even realise that everyone in the room was also sucking and fucking their way through the evening. As I started to cum, everyone's motion quickened until we were all cuming together. Afterwards, we lay there exhausted. As Kathi stood up, I saw she had a penis and balls. I had never seen a transsexual before and I couldn't take my eyes off of her dick. She noticed my staring and laughed. She strutted over and looked down smiling. Climbing on top of my prone body, she let the nipples of her breasts rub my chest. I could feel her wet, dripping cock and balls rubbing my thigh as she began kissing me softly on the face. She began stroking my cock and pushing her tongue into my mouth. As she increased her speed, her breasts rubbing against my chest, she began biting my neck and nipples. Denise lay there, smiling and watching. Kathi was wild. She was rubbing, grabbing, licking, sucking, biting and moaning. I was so hard I was ready to come. I started to turn her over intending to stick my cock up her ass. Instead she slid me on my side, probing her tongue in my asshole, licking me, still stroking my balls. I was gasping with pleasure as Denise snuggled in besides Kathi and me. She reached for Kathi's cock spread her legs. She smiled and began to lick the entire shaft, taking the head into her mouth. While Kathi now lay on her back, content to suck my cock and balls, I took the hint and tried sucking Kathi's cock. I was so turned on that it seemed like the natural thing to do. Denise and I shared Kathi's hot cock taking turns licking and sucking and swallowing. My body felt electric. Kathi slid out and left Denise and me on our sides petting and probing each other. I had my hand in Denise's pussy and she held my cock. Just as I was about to cum, I felt a large pressure on my rear as Kathi began to penetrate me with her cock. I was so fired up that I continued to writhe in rhythm with the two of them. I had never felt so in tune with my body as I felt pleasure building up everywhere. We all came together. I had a lot of firsts that night. I had never tried cocaine. I had never sucked a cock. I had never had a hot dick up my ass. The three of us lay together, petting and kissing as we fell asleep in in each others arms. Saturday was a working day and I hung around the models and staff until they finished the shoot. Everyone complimented me on my new haircut and Denise was pleased to hear the compliments. She told me I looked like a million bucks. I was pretty blown away from the drugs and sex and really wasn't awake. I stumbled through the morning while everyone worked. I did take my vitamins. Denise felt it was time to increase the dosages and recommended a variety of others. She really took an interest in my well-being. After our sex break back in her trailer, Denise looked at my profile and study my face. I asked her what she was thinking and she said, "You need your ears pierced." I laughed and asked her why. "You have a very beautiful, Euro-look. A pair of matching gold hoops would bring out your color beautifully." I was totally in her power. By the end of the afternoon, I had a set of tiny gold hoops in my ears. Everyone agreed that I looked sharp. When the shoot broke up, Denise took me shopping. She insisted that it was her treat because she was 'comped' at most stores. Some clothes were tailored, so we arranged for them to be shipped to Seattle and San Francisco Secrets. A lot of the stuff came right off the rack. Obviously, Denise wanted me to look as good as she did. We dined alone that night at her condo. While we waited for the food, we relaxed and built a fire. Denise continued to stroke my ego saying how beautiful I was, how much she enjoyed me, loved me, hungered for me. It was the most unusual experience I had ever had. Here, a woman of considerable wealth and power had fallen in love with a nobody college administrator from Seattle. I told her that I felt mesmerized by her power and beauty. I told her I was overwhelmed and loved every minute of it. Denise smiled and we made love in front of the fire. On Sunday, I caught the afternoon shuttle out. I needed a redcap to help me with all my new luggage and packages. I slept the whole way back on the plane. I was so tired that the new vitamins and the increased dosages couldn't keep me awake. Write to you soon, Tim Chapter Three - Tim's Diary Dear Rob; Well, I'm back again on Monday night and I really have to tell you about the weekend. The fall semester is really the most hectic we have had and I have been up to my neck in work. The funny thing is that the vitamins have had the most terrific effect on calming me and giving me more energy than I have ever had. I am writing down the names of these vitamins and sending them off to you. You've really got to start taking them, too. Speaking of feeling terrific, I have even lost some weight. I had to take up two belt notches since I started taking the pills three weeks ago. I really don't have much of an appetite and it's easier to push away from the table. These things seem to make me more level and more laid back in spite of all the stress that comes with the job. Well, not to bore you but I guess it's obvious even around work that I'm in love with Denise. Besides coming home with a new haircut and new clothes, I am practically grinning from ear to ear every moment of the day. Both Margaret and Doris have complimented my new look and the quality of the fabrics. Most of my clothes are imported and made of wool, linen, cashmere, or silk. I guess that I look like a real dandy, but if you got it, flaunt it. Speaking of silk, the underwear is great. You feel positively naked in silk boxers and tee shirts! The shirts and pants are all tapered and pleated and the quality is amazing. I can't help but grin every time I pass a mirror. The only problem I can see is the clothes are all tailored and show my body more. My butt seems to be growing larger, even though my waist line is shrinking, too much sitting at a desk! I guess I need to sign up at a gym and start working out. I guess it wouldn't hurt to build up my chest and arms either. I seem to be loosing weight there, too. Well, besides the clothes I have really started getting attention from the administration. My bosses seem to notice me more with my new hairstyle and the earrings. Between the suits, the double-breasted blazers, and the imported shoes, everyone is treated me more importantly. I guess that the clothing does make the man. This weekend wasn't quite as exciting as the last two. I hardly saw Denise at all. When I got off the shuttle, Alex and Doug were there with the company limo. As we started into San Francisco, they rolled up the divider and started getting stoned. I guess the second hand smoke started to affect me, because before you knew it we had opened a bottle of champagne and were getting rather drunk. That's when the guys told me that Denise would be tied up until late that night with her board meeting. She had given the guys specific instructions on what we were to do. The conversation turned to Denise and both Alex and Doug had nothing but superlatives. While they both worked as male models for the catalog, they also worked in the offices, too. It seemed like everyone did double duty giving the job their all. "She's great. She lent us the money to buy our home! Remember, Doug when she helped us with the bank and the deposit?" "Sure, she's been great. She's so much fun to work for and always includes us in everything she does." It started to dawn on me that maybe these guys were gay, but I really wasn't sure because they were both so handsome and big and I really didn't want to open my mouth and say the wrong thing. Doug handed me two blue pills and more champagne to wash them down. When I hesitated he said, "Boss's orders. You need to be relaxed for the treatments." "Treatments?" "Sure, laser treatments for hair removal. It's great. We both get them every three months. No shaving, ever again!" "For the first time, you need to be really relaxed so they can run the machine all around without you moving. You don't want to cook the important bits." Doug smiled and I took the two pills and swallowed. By the time we reached the dermatologist, the valium had started to take effect and both guys had to help me through the paperwork and into the treatment room. The nurse had me strip naked and covered my eyebrows, hair, and genitals with adhesive tape and a wrap of thick cloth. It suddenly dawned on me that this would remove all my body hair and I started to protest. At this point, the room started to spin and I fell out. I awoke to the nurse, Alex, and Doug helping me get dressed. The nurse was telling me about a cream that I should apply in about an hour to finish the treatment. I felt warm all over but had no sensation of pain. I was able to walk on my own. As we walked down the hallway and out into the street, both guys told me that their treatments were much faster than mine. They had been having the laser removal for over a year. They also had their paper bags with the containers of cream, too. We took the limo back to their place. The guys had a beautifully restored row house. They walked me through the place and my impressions were confirmed when I saw "their" bedroom. It was huge. A great view of the bay, wall to wall closets and mirrors. Both guys started to remove their clothes and invited me to do the same. "It's treatment time, Tim. This is where you see the miracle of laser depilatory." After we undressed, we went into the largest bathroom I have ever seen - an enormous whirlpool, a double stall shower, sauna, steam, tile everywhere, even a bidet! Doug stepped out of his boxers and began to run the cream from his toes all across his body. He motioned that I should do the same. As I stripped down and began to apply my jar of cream, I turned towards Alex who was wearing a padded dark blue cotton tee shirt and a matching thong. As he lifted his arms to remove his tee, I got the shock of my life. Alex was wearing a matching sports bra under his tee. As he removed it, I could plainly see that he had small breasts. He proudly puffed his chest out and said, "Beautiful aren't they?" I didn't know what to say, but I had to admit that his androgynous look was quite stimulating. He didn't look at all like Doug, who was muscular and well hung. Instead, he was very thin, with little or no muscle, long legs, thicker thighs, wider hips, and a tiny waist. His arms were thin, his chest thin enough to show his ribs, and tiny breasts that might fill an A cup. As he turned sideways to show off his tits, he removed his thong. His pubic hair was trimmed in a very feminine triangular form, showing off a tiny cock and even smaller balls. Knowing he had my attention, he reached down and stroked his cock and fluffed his pubic hair. "Do you like what you see, big boy?" I blushed because it was obvious that I was getting erect and rubbing cream all over my body was not cooling me off but stimulating me. Alex laughed and began to rub cream on his legs, too. I was having trouble taking my eyes off of him, but it was now obvious that he looked more feminine in his facial features, too. His hair was shoulder length, cut bluntly in one length. While he was a natural blonde, he did have elaborate color and highlights that might have been done by a hairdresser. His fine features still gave him a handsome look. It was obvious that while he was a male model, he was changing his body with something else in mind. "Six months," he said smiling. "I've been taking hormones for six months. I feel great about it and I owe it all to Doug and Denise. Without their help, I would have probably committed suicide by now. Two years ago, I really didn't know what I could do. And now, I've got a great job, a great place to live, a wonderful lover, and someday ...who knows?" I was still staring in amazement, rubbing in the cream and wondering about this burst of emotion. I felt happy for Alex but confused with the feelings I was thinking. I watched Doug move over and wrap Alex in his arms and give him a kiss. He then turned and began rubbing cream on Alex's back and bottom. I was confused and embarrassed. I felt that I had interrupted an emotional scene and didn't know what to do. But as Doug rubbed Alex's back, Alex grabbed my arm gently and turned me around. With a very gentle hand he began to stroke my back and bottom with the cream, too. "It's important to get the cream everywhere that the laser penetrated your skin. If you do it correctly, all the hair will die back in the roots within the hour." Doug sounded like he knew what he was talking about. I was lost in the pleasure Alex's hands had on my back and buttocks. He reached around me and softly took my erection in his hand. "I love the fact that I can do this for you. I'm the one that got you hard," he whispered in my ear as he continued to stroke my hardened cock. "I'm the one with the power." "Stop teasing him, Alex. Let him wash off." Doug didn't sound jealous, more like he was amused at the effect Alex was having on me. Still grasping my cock, Alex began to rub the cream all over my neck and face. He was standing so close, his hard nipples were rubbing my chest. I was having trouble taking deep breaths. Needing two hands to finish applying the lotion, Alex took my now erect cock and slipped it between his legs, squeezing it firmly with his thighs. His tiny cock and balls were resting up against the top of my cock and pushing against my abdomen. Finishing the cream, he turned away from me and rubbed Doug all over with the lotion, too. Doug's erection was enormous, twice the size of mine. It was obvious that these two had rubbed each other a lot. As I watched them, I found myself gravitating towards them. Without a thought, I took my cock in hand and spreading Alex's cheeks, pushed my cock back between his legs, grasping him firmly around the waist, squeezing him. "My, my," Alex said. "I feel a love sandwich growing. Mmmm." The three of us entered the giant stall shower together. We each began lathering up washcloths with soap and scrubbing each others bodies. While I was hot to rub Alex all over, I couldn't take my eyes off Doug's huge member. After having a Kathi's dick up my ass last weekend, I was trying to imagine what Doug's could do to my bottom. Before long, I was ready to cum from Alex's rubbing his soapy body all over mine. As I started to cum, Alex had a death lock on my cock with both his hands. Right before I came, he swallowed me up and sucked my cum faster than I could shoot it. Bent over like that, I watched Doug stick his now soapy tool into Alex's bent over ass. Alex wiggled his butt and backed into Doug, dragging me back with him. By the time Doug had cum, I was getting erect again. With the hot water still pouring out from two different shower heads, I began to fuck Alex. His ass was lubricated and stretched wide from Doug's enormous cock, but his muscles clamped down hard on me grabbing me to climax quickly. My whole body shook as I came. Turning off the water and grabbing towels, we stumbled into their bedroom flopping on the bed. Alex pushed me down on my back. Spinning around, he began to suck my cock waving his dick and balls in my face. I started to suck on him. He was so tiny, I could take his cock and balls completely into my mouth. He surprised me as he grew erect. I greedily sucked on him alternating between his dripping, cum filled asshole and his tiny cock and balls. He started to moan and writhe. Crying out, he ejaculated into my mouth. I was incredibly turned on and wanted more. Doug moved onto the bed. Alex still rolled my cock in his mouth, keeping me erect. Doug began to slide a large pillow under my ass and back. As he lifted me up, he spread my checks and I felt him stick a finger in my rectum. His finger was covered with lubricant jelly. Still sucking Alex, I could feel the head of Doug's dick stretching my entrance. Moving very slowly, Doug entered me. With Alex still laying on top of me, I had no where to go. I started to feel the enormous pressure of Doug's cock entering my ass and prodding my prostate. I was having wave after wave of orgasmic shocks running through my body. I grabbed Alex tightly and furiously sucked his cock and balls. I felt myself coming over and over again in Alex's mouth while Doug pumped my asshole full of his cum. When my body had peaked again, I passed out. When I woke up, I was lying naked under the covers of the boys big bed. It was dark and I looked at the clock. It was past ten p.m. and I could hear voices in the living room. As I stumbled up, I thought I heard Denise's voice. I turned on the light by the bed and Denise, Alex, and Doug strolled into the bedroom. "Hello, lover. The boys were telling me all about your afternoon matinee. It makes me jealous. Stuck in a board room all day discussing budgets for next year and you were getting your brains fucked out. It's not fair. We have some leveling up to do." She pulled back the covers and ran her hands all over my now hairless body. "I love the feel of smooth skin and now yours is mine to have. As she rubbed my hairless body, she reached down and squeezed my hardening cock. "Look who's happy to see momma," she said as she took me in her mouth and began to lick the head of my cock like a lollipop. Doug and Alex stood and watched their boss suck on her latest play toy - me. Alex laughed out loud. Wearing a tiny silk robe, his blonde hair swept back and out from his face, he looked beautiful. Doug in jeans and a tee shirt, looked like the male model he was. "Out, boys. I've got a week of screwing to catch up with and I don't need the two of you distracting Tim. I want his full attention. Why don't you guys go to a late movie. We'll be gone in a few hours." Both of them laughed on the way out. I don't think they ever left the living room, but when we finished up at about two a.m., they were nowhere to be seen. We stopped for some food and returned to her condo. We slept hard and spend most of Sunday in bed, eating, reading the papers, and making love. It amazed me that Denise did not have a jealous bone in her body when it came to sex as long as she got what she wanted, too. As we started dinner, Denise started to cry. This shocked me because it was so unlike her to show any sign of weakness. I took her in my arms, pulled her down on my lap, kissing her tears away. I asked her what was the matter. "It's nothing. I guess I just starting thinking about how good it feels to have you here with me and how much I miss it when you are not around." "Denise, I feel the same way about you. I feel like I'm living in a make-believe world where any minute I'm going to wake up and all this will pop like a bubble." She started to laugh at my remark and then said suddenly, "Quit your job and move down here. You're an administrator. Come work with us. Live with me and we can be together everyday!" "Denise, that's a dream come true, but it's scary, too. I've lived in Seattle all my life and I'm afraid. You're going to get bored with me and then what would I do? I can't take charity. I have to earn my way." "Honey, you'd work your ass off for me. But, we'd be together. I just die during the week when you're not here. I miss you and want you to be with me each night." As we began to eat, we continued to discuss her plan versus mine. I promised to think about it and not say no. Then Denise dropped a bomb. "I need to go to Europe and Asia on business this week. I have to check on materials, production, and then the fall Paris fashion shows before Christmas." "How long will you be gone?" "I don't know. It depends on what I accomplish. Asia generally takes six weeks or more. But, I'll be in Paris for Christmas. Why don't you take the Concorde and join me then. Could you get off work for ten days?" "You know I will. Of course. It's semester break and we slow down then anyway. But, six weeks without you is going to be hard." "Speaking of hard." Denise rose from the table and started to remove her wrap around skirt. As it dropped to the floor, I could see that she had on the thinnest lace thong I had ever seen. Still standing, she spread her legs pushing her shaved vulva into my face. I turned in the dining room chair, pushing aside the lace and drove my face into her dripping pussy. Grabbing my head firmly, she gave me explicit instructions on what she wanted. I did what ever she said and loved it all. I could feel my erection grow as she repeatedly drove my face and tongue deeper into her cunt. I licked, tongued, bit, and tickled. Each action sending waves of pleasure wracking her body. With each orgasmic spasm, she screamed louder commanding me to suck and lick. Finally, satiated, Denise slid down to the floor and pulling down my pants. Licking her hand, she grinned up at me stroking me with one hand and tickling my balls and ass with the other. Soon, I was ready to cum and she took me gently in her mouth. I came and she took in every drop. Moving up to my face, she kissed me roughly, pushing her tongue and my jism into my mouth. I sucked her tongue greedily. "Please promise you'll join me for Christmas in Paris." Chapter Four - Tim's Diary Dear Rob, I've got too much to tell to put it in one e-mail so I'll start by telling you that when I came back from my last trip from San Francisco, I got really sick. I had to call in work and take four days off. I ran a temperature, I was sick, and had to stay in bed. It must have been a flu or a reaction to the laser treatments. By the way, they are incredible. You have to hunt down a dermatologist. I haven't had to shave since the treatment. It's been great. So after I recovered from this flu, I had lost more weight. I lost a lost of muscle and really was weak. My waist was shrinking so rapidly that I had to wear suspenders just to hold up my new clothes. My shoulders had gotten narrower and my new suits hung on me. I had lost a lost of muscle from my chest and arms and I looked real boney. Then I got sick again. Maybe, I had never really gotten well, but I ended up in the hospital. They had to put me on an i.v. because I was dehydrated. I couldn't keep anything down. Denise was calling each day from Paris. When she found out I was in the hospital, she became furious. I told her about my concern with weight and muscle loss. I had dropped 25 pounds in three weeks and was down to 110 pounds. The next thing I knew, she had Kathi rush to Seattle to oversee my treatment. She also brought me more vitamins. The doctors treated her with a lot of respect. One doctor who believed strongly in holistic medicines approved of the herbs and vitamins Kathi had brought along. Well, I was up and headed home by the end of the week. I was as weak as a kitten and needed help walking the stairs. My body looked terrible. I had little or no muscle left and I looked like a concentration camp victim. My bones showed everywhere. Kathi started putting me on a massive rebuilding diet that contained carbs, fats, protein, and veggies. She would exercise my arms and legs each day and within a week I had started to put on some weight. Most of it seemed to be fat, because my arms and shoulders remained skinny. My legs and butt started to reflesh faster. Kathi assured me that I would put on weight in different areas faster than others. The vitamins and diet seemed to help pump me up. My chest started to fill out but unfortunately so did my butt. I'm embarrassed to tell you this but my nipples also started to grow larger too. When I talked to Kathi, she reassured me that it was a temporary with the increase in body fat. She assured me that while the new pills were hormones to increase my body fat and it would take a while for it to redistribute itself. It was really strange to look down and see small breasts on my skinny little chest. Both my nipples and the aureoles had stretched in a matter of a two weeks. Since my butt and thighs had already been getting heavy, I looked like a teen age girl. Kathi kidded me about it. It's weird to admit but I didn't seem to mind. Maybe it was the overall calming effect from the pills that made me less tense. But I felt good, just looked a little different. The swelling in my nipples made them feel real sensitive and feel real good. Just walking around and feeling them bob and rub against the silk fabric of my tee shirts gave me constant erections. This was a bit uncomfortable because my shorts were starting to get real tight with my expanding butt. I got tired of complaining to Denise on the phone. She told me not to worry and always said how much she missed and needed me. She suggested that instead of returning to work to quickly, I recuperate in San Francisco with Kathi. Denise wanted me to see her personal physician. She also wanted Kathi to get me a new wardrobe for Paris. I thought that Denise's suggestions were great. I made arrangements at work to take more sick leave. This would give me plenty of time in San Francisco and still have Christmas in Paris with my lover. I had not made love in four weeks and was incredibly horny. But, I have to tell you Rob, just rubbing my new breasts caused me to get erect. Each morning, I would lay in bed on my back and fondle my nipples. By just touching myself, I could get an amazing erection. I could even cum like a fountain by just rubbing my breasts and moving my bottom around in the sheets without even touching my dick. My whole body seemed to be electric and out of control. Whatever was happening to me seemed to have me in it's power. Doug and Alex brought the limo up from San Francisco. It was great to see the guys and I was really happy to see their smiling faces. I could see from their expressions that I looked pretty bad. With all my bones sticking out, a huge weight and muscle loss; I looked like a skeleton. I hid myself under a loose fitting turtleneck and sweat shirt. My increasing bottom and thighs were not noticeable, but my shrinking waistline was. I was wearing a pair of sweat pants that were pulled up as tight as can be around my waist and still slid down to my increasing hips. I was almost in tears when I hugged the guys as Kathi helped me to the car. The ride back to San Francisco was heavenly. We talked and laughed and I started to feel some optimism. Even though I had been near death with the virus, I knew that I was getting better. I was determined to be my old self by the time I flew to Paris on the Concorde. Chapter Five - Tim's Diary Dear Rob, I hope I didn't create too much concern with my last email. I am getting healthier each day. I exercise, eat well, take quality health products, and am under a doctor's care. As soon as we got to San Francisco, the limo rushed me to Denise's personal physician. She was great. I got a complete physical and they examined my records from Seattle. Denise must have had a lot of weight with Dr. Pearson, but I got a first class examine. It turns out she was the one prescribing all the vitamins and hormones that I had been taking. I asked her why a man had to take female hormones to gain weight and what about my new breasts. She laughed and explained that I didn't want to take steroids and suffer permanent damage to my liver, heart, and kidneys. If I took testosterone, I would not gain weight quickly, but would see my personality change. She felt that the female side effects would disappear as soon as I stopped the hormones. She promised that as soon as I had my weight up and didn't risk dehydration, I would go back to a steady vitamin enriched routine. I was anxious to get back to my old self again. I was anxious that I wouldn't be well enough to travel to Paris in two weeks. I wanted to see Denise. Talking to her each day was not enough. I wanted to feel her, hold her, please her. I wanted to make her tingle, moan, and writhe with multiple orgasms. I was staying with Kathi. She had a small town house and welcomed me to her guest room. She made me feel right at home. Each day, we'd get up, eat breakfast, clean-up, then do gentle exercises. We'd stretch, walk, light weight repetitions, a massage, then shower. Kathi knew her way around the human body and could have been a nurse, nutritionalist, personal trainer, or what ever she wanted. While I had a mid-morning nap, she'd go to work at San Francisco Secrets. She did a lot of the everyday managerial tasks that Denise would have done regularly. She spent more time on the phone with Denise than I did. After I woke up from my morning nap, fix myself a big lunch. Soup, salad, a sandwich, sometimes even a beer. In the afternoons, Alex or Doug would come by in the limo to escort me to Secrets. I'd spend the day helping out with whatever needed doing. After work, all four of us would go back to Doug and Alex's house and take advantage of their personal gym, steam, and sauna. Each evening, we go out to eat someplace different. Since I was too weak to party, the limo would take me home after it dropped them off at some night spot. I'd be asleep each night by ten. The week flew by and I was starting to feel better. I met with Dr. Pearson who was pleased with my progress. I now weighed 120 pounds but felt like I had a lot more energy. I was anxious to stop the hormones. My new body felt great but made me self-conscious. Even though Dr. Pearson assured me that I'd loose the breasts when I stopped the hormones, I was embarrassed how much they filled out my chest. I had lost so much upper body muscle that they dominated my frame. I returned from the doctor's visit a little down. I had only one week to go before Paris and I still looked terrible. I called in at Secrets and told them that I'd skip work and just take a bath then go to bed. I guess I really was depressed. Kathi came home early from work and tried to cheer me up. I guess the whole thing was getting to me because I found myself crying to her and really feeling helpless. She felt the hormones probably made me a little down and reassured me that I was still a handsome guy and had nothing to worry about with Denise. She told me how much Denise talked about me and loved me. She told me that in all the years she had known Denise, she had never seen her fall so fast and so hard for anyone. Hearing this from Kathi made me feel better. I had got myself under control and managed a smile. "You are an angel, Kathi. I don't know how I would have survived without you." As I leaned over to hug her, I saw my bulging breasts pushing my tee shirt out and started crying again. Kathi leaned over to hug me back and I could feel my nipples growing swollen and hard. I really felt confused and continued to cry. Kathy started to kiss my tears away and it became a really emotional moment. I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. "Kathi, I hate my body. I'm confused and just don't know what to do." Kathi giggled and continued to stroke my back, holding me close. "It's really just the hormones disrupting you. The real Tim is still inside there. But you need to get your strength back if you want to travel overseas and spend a week in Paris. It's cold and rainy over there and you don't need a relapse. You cannot get sick and recover in a Paris hospital. That would be suicide." I agreed but pulled up my tee shirt and said, "Great, but what about these. How's Denise going to react when she sees me like this?" I was laughing aloud with the irony, as the tears still rolled from my eyes. "Honey, Denise and I go way back. I can tell you now that she loves you, not your body. She believes that there is a real chemistry between the two of you that is deeper than flesh. She's a real believer in true love. Believe me, there's not a jealous bone in her body watching you have sex with someone else, because she knows you are hers. I think she would love you if you were a woman just as much, maybe even more." "Hey, let's not go there. I understand what you've done to yourself is right for you, but I didn't ask for this." I removed my shirt and held my breasts up to see. As I held them, the nipples turned hard again and I started to blush. It was obvious that they felt good and turned me on. Kathi took my hands and helped me stroke my breasts softly. She lightly began touching my nipples and cupping my tender breasts softly with her hands and mine. I started to feel myself grow warm from the inside out. I could feel my penis grow erect, but the source of my pleasure was coming from deeper inside and felt much more powerful. I realised that I had stopped crying and was breathing deeply. Kathi was smiling and looking straight into my eyes. Still fondling me tenderly, she leaned over and started kissing my nipples. Gently, she sucked and licked. Still stroking me so gently, I started to feel waves of pleasure moving through my whole body. Just by touching my breasts, I was having an orgasm. But this one was not like cuming with my penis. I felt endless waves washing over my body as I fell back on the bed. Kathi continued to lick and touch me and I started to laugh aloud from the pleasure I was feeling. Kathi was still licking my neck and kissing me softly as I recovered from the moment. She looked me deep in my eyes and I suddenly realised that all this pain was a blessing in disguise. The hormones and my recovery were allowing me to experience something I would have never known in a lifetime. Instead of getting depressed, I should love what was happening and enjoy it. When I told Kathi what I was feeling, she grinned and got up from the bed. She begin opening drawers and pulling out clothing. She was laughing and ran back to the bed. I was still erect. As I lay there watching her jumping around, I found myself playing with my cock and my right breast. Kathi told me to sit up and began to fit my breasts into a tiny lace bra. As I began to protest, she shushed me and kissed me hard on the lips. Next, after attaching the clasp, she adjusted the straps. I looked down and saw a beautiful satin and lace lavender bra that fit me perfectly. I tentatively swung left then right. The bra looked and felt good. It took the pressure off my breasts and held them from rocking. It seemed really strange to see my own chest look this way. Next, Kathi told me to lift my arms and drew a matching camisole over my head. I loved the silky feel as it came down my hairless body. Now, she had me move to a kneeling position. My erect penis and balls stood up at attention. "We need to take care of this before we go any further." Reaching over and grabbing a satin slip, she grasped my cock in the satin and began to stroke me. I laid back down on the be and continued to stroke my breasts. As I played with my nipples, I began to feel an orgasm building deep inside and gasped with pleasure. Kathi took her cue from my breathing and grabbed me harder. Within seconds, I started to cum both inside and out and let out a scream. I filled Kathi's slip and hand with a powerful ejaculation and continued to feel waves of pleasure pass through me until I was exhausted from pleasure. As I lay there wit my eyes closed, I felt Kathi slide a pair of underwear up my legs. As she pulled them up, she gently pushed my ball inside my body and stretched my now flaccid cock in my ass crack. She tightened some elastic and I opened my eyes to look down. My testicles were now invisible, hidden in a little lavender pouch tucked deep in my crotch. "What's that? I asked. "It's called a gaff. It does the trick. I have tons of them." I suddenly realised that I had forgotten that Kathi had a dick and balls as big as mine. She had hers tucked inside her tiny panties. In a second, she slipped a bikini bottom up my legs and covered the gaff. I stood and looked myself over in the mirror. Without a doubt, I was not looking at Tim anymore. My body had changed so drastically with the virus and the weight loss. Using the female hormones to regain weight had made me look completely feminine from the neck down. My butt was softly rounded and large. My calves had shape and my thighs looked wide and creamy. Even my tiny waist accented my wider hips. I looked at my breast and felt them softly. The bra helped to push them up and together forming beautiful cleavage. With my terrible weight loss, my ribs sticking out only accented my breast jutting out more. With my thin shoulders and skinny arms, I was a picture of feminity from the neck down. Still fondling my breasts, I turned sideways and looked in Kathi's full length mirror. I saw her reflection smiling behind mine. She had a tape in her hand that she drew around my waist. "What size am I wearing?" "A 34B cup." She then measured my waist and told me that I had a 25 inch waist and 34 inch hips. "You are a perfect size 6 or 8. You are lovely." Still looking in the mirror, Kathi approached me and put her hands on my back pushing me closer to the mirror. She dropped her hands to my waist and softly stroked my hairless body, gently touching my hip and butt. It felt good and I could feel myself responding to her touch. I turned and faced her. Still wearing shoes, she was taller than me and I looked up into her eyes. "Make love to me," I whispered. For the next hour, Kathi was the aggressor and I lay there responding to her touch, her kiss, her tongue, and finally her cock. She used all her power to stimulate me over and over again. Finally, lubricating her penis, she fucked me over and over again. First on my side, then on my hands and knees, and finally spreading me apart on my back. As I came repeatedly, I held her closely and squeezed as one wave of pleasure after another washed over my body. We fell asleep together with her still inside me. Chapter Six - Tim's Diary Dear Rob, The next morning after rising and showering, Kathi helped me to get dressed. She insisted that I smooth my body with lotion and powder after a vigorous shower. Then she helped me pick out a perfume and showed me how to put it on. With my hair still wet from the shower, she rubbed in a setting gel and brushed it out with rollers. It had been over a month since my last cut and my hair had grown considerable. Finally, she took out the rollers and patiently combed and sprayed. "That will do until you see Becky today. I got you an appointment at noon." "When did you have time for that? "While you slept the morning away lazybones. I've been teleconferencing since six am so I could talk with Denise about business." "You talked to Denise? What should I tell her. What's she going to think?" Tears started coming to my eyes as I realised that I was no longer the man that she had fell in love with and I really didn't know what I was. "Easy, honey. Denise understands. She watched part of last night's video and I think that she's pleased that you are opening up and really becoming aware of what it takes to please a woman." "Video?" "Sure. I showed her the highlights of last night. She'll get a complete copy this morning when it downloads off the satellite. Denise has kept a very close eye on your rebirth. I told you she loves you. She's never showed any interest in anyone else. We talk about you more than we do business. Honey, you have nothing to worry about. She feels that you are meant for each other." "But, how can I be her man, her escort, how can I take her in my arms and make love to her looking like a woman?" "Whoa, who gave you the fucking of your life last night? Who sent you spinning onto cloud nine? It was this body that got you off." Yeah, but..." "No buts, honey. Think about his. What turns Denise on more, your tongue or your cock? Denise doesn't get off on the passive, fuck me baby routine. She'd be dragging around some monster stud with a cock like Doug's if that's all she wants. She wants you. She loves you. Honestly, I think that she is turned on by your new body and wants to have what I had last night. I sensed a little bit of envy over me fucking you last night." "Really? What should I do? "Well, first let's finish making you beautiful." Kathi got out foundations, powders, liners, mascara, and lipstick. When she was done, I looked the same only better. I wasn't covered with makeup. Kathi was an artist. She had accented my eyes and cheekbones. She had made my lips look larger and more sensuous. I seemed to have a heathy glow. I really looked beautiful. Kathi tried to find clothes for me to wear and we settled on a simple sweater, blouse, and skirt combination. She helped me along with everything and other than shoes, everything felt fine. I just couldn't seem to walk in her heels. We settled on a pair of flats and I was done. Kathi was trying to school me into using the upper octaves of my natural voice. She said that was all I needed to pass. "You've go it girl. You look good and it's time to go out in the real world." We drove her car to the mall. We stopped at the food courts and grabbed a bite to eat and then started walking around. Kathi kept a running conversation about how to act. Look how this woman walks, look how this woman carries her purse, look how woman lean there heads closer to talk. The whole thing was a study in sociology. I tried may best to see and remember everything. How to walk, how to swing my arms, how to hold my head. Finally, we were back at the food court. "Now, you go order for the both of us and I'll tag along." I did my best and Kathi beamed as I tried out everything she had said. We both laughed over our salads as we freshened our make-up and rushed to my twelve o'clock hair appointment with Becky. Becky had been given her instructions from Denise. I was scrubbed clean and my hair was pulled back and washed. When it was all combed out and still wet, Becky and her assistant began using a hot gun to glue extensions to my hair. It took them over an hour, but when they were done, my blonde hair fell below my shoulders. Then, they began the process of highlighting it and adding colors. While I sat there waiting for the colors to take, Becky sent a young girl over to do my nails. In a few minutes, my real nails had been filed back, the surface roughed, and new nails expertly glued on. She trimmed them back and curved the tops. There were not long claws, but beautifully shaped to accent my long fingers. Once they were dry, she applied two coats of very light pink and two more coats of clear lacquer. My hands now looked beautiful. While they had me there, Becky added two more holes in my ears and filled them with gold studs. I now had gold hoops and gold studs in each ear. Becky also supervised my combing out. We both agreed to keep my hair under control and not tease in into the hooker look. She ended up giving me a beautiful French braid that was quite elegant. Then Becky led me into the back room and had me remove my panty hose, my skirt, my panties, and my gaff. Even with all this containment, my dick was aroused and stood out straight. Becky lovingly held it tenderly as she began trimming my pubic hair until it was reduced to a tiny triangle just above my dick and balls. Once trimmed, she applied the same highlight colors as she had my hair. I felt helpless just sitting there waiting for the color to dry. But, as Becky said, "Boss's orders." When it was done, I pulled up my gaff and tucking my genitals away when Kathi returned to Becky's studio. She insisted that I stop getting dressed and model for her. With my gaff on, there was no indications that I was Tim at all. In just my bra and gaff, I looked just like a teen aged girl. Both woman applauded and told me how great I looked. Kathi was grinning from ear to ear at my new hair and earrings. She couldn't stop fussing over me. All her attention was doing me a world of good and I started to feel some of my energy returning. I got dressed, quickly reapplied a little makeup, and hugged Becky goodbye. As we walked back to Kathi's car, I must have had some spring in my step. I noticed guys eyeing both of us as we strutted on the sidewalk. When we got to her car, I asked her we were going next? "We have to drop in on a site location. We are shooting some clothing and underwear ads for the spring season. We're using a construction site across town and I need to drop by to fill Denise in on how it's going." We zipped across San Francisco and I could see the two big production trailers painted San Francisco Secrets Lavender as we approached. It was a real high rise construction site and they had tons of buff guys as background extras for the shoot. After passing through the crowd and security, we rolled into the site. Doug and Alex were there to great us. Both were dressed for the shoot and it always amazed me to see little feminine Alex looking so young, fresh and all-man for these shoots. Long ago, he had confided that he wore padded body-suits these days to fill out his shoulders and chest to conceal his developing breasts. They both looked terrific in their construction gear. The four of us roamed the lot while production people filled Kathi in on what was happening. She had put on a portable headset and was talking with production and dictating notes to Denise for her download to Paris later. Besides, all the still photography being done, there were to video cameras there recording everything for Denise to see later. It was quite an operation. In the midst of this, Kathi turned to me and said, "Report to wardrobe, honey. We're putting you to work." Doug grabbed me by the shoulders and led me to wardrobe. As I started to get a really sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I complained, probably whined that I wasn't ready for this. Doug turned me around and looked at me from head to toe. "You are beautiful Tim. Relax and take a deep breath." With his strong arms still holding me, I did as he said. "Now, listen and believe me. If Kathi says you're ready, you're ready. She's been in this business with Denise for a long time and wouldn't waste time or money making you look foolish. You just need to believe and trust in the people who love and care for you." Doug enclosed me in his arms and gave me a big hug. I felt his strong arms pulling me in and my breasts pushing against his chest, I started to feel flush and a little light-headed. I hugged him back and felt a warm glow beginning deep inside me. As I pushed him away, I looked up and smiled. If I had allowed him to hold me any longer, I think I would have had an orgasm right there on the spot. I could feel his big dick pressing hard against my stomach, as I gave him one last squeeze. Doug dropped me off at wardrobe and the experts soon had me stripped to my flesh toned gaff. Several dressers were expertly turning me around and helping me into a garter belt, bra and panties. Then sitting me down, we rolled patterned sheer stockings up my legs and clipped them into the garters. Standing, I slipped on a pair of three inch heels. Everything from the shoes to the bra were a beautiful deep blue. As I felt hands expertly tucking me in and smoothing me out I stared at a full length three sided mirror. I was excellent. I took a deep breath and held myself upright. I got a huge smile on my face and felt terrific. Instead of seeing the emaciated, stick figure of Tim recovered from a near death virus, I saw a beautiful woman, ready to model for San Francisco Secrets spring line. "Hurry, honey. Your next in make-up." Trying not to stumble in the tall high heels, I walked through the trailer to make-up. It didn't take them long and before I knew it I was out in the sunshine walking down an ramp from the tractor trailers that served as the dressing rooms. Watching my step, I heard wolf-whistles and shouts from the rear construction workers as they cheered my entrance. I posed for about an hour with Alex, Doug, and a backhoe. The shooting only took about ten minutes but we adjusted lights and cameras and angles over and over. It was quite an experience. Both the guys kept giving me advice throughout and before I knew it I was escorted up for a complete change. This time, Becky was there to redo my hair. I wore a yellow flowered summer dress with matching low heeled shoes. For that dress I needed a push-up bra and some hidden foam to show more cleavage. This time, I worked with six of the extras who were quietly in awe of me as I followed the photographers instructions. I whirled and twirled and leaned all over their muscular bare chests. It was hard to imagine that these guys were in awe of me and intimidated by my beauty. When we finished the last roll, I was ready to collapse. I dragged myself back to the trailer and changed back to my skirt and blouse. Telling Kathi that I'd see here back at her house, I got a taxi and went on home. Paying for cab, I entered the house. Undressing, I ran a tub and climbed in. Every bone in my body ached as I lay in the tub. It had been the biggest day in my life and I still was spinning. Everything seemed to be changing so quickly, I hadn't had time to get anything into perspective. As I kept refilling the tub and enjoying the heat, I smiled. While everything was rushing at me out of control, I liked it. I liked looking at my bobbing breasts in the bubble bath. I liked looking at my erect dick poking up from my beautifully narrow waist and widening hips. I loved the feel of the wash cloth on my newly trimmed pubic hair and the sheer, hairless feeling of my body. Whatever was happening was hard to keep up with, but was the most exciting times of my life. Chapter Seven - Tim's Diary Dear Rob, Well, you are probably wondering what has happened to your old buddy and what has gotten into his mind. Well, for one, I have discovered a wonderful group of friends who have been true blue through everything I have gone through. Kathi, Alex, and Doug really enjoy caring for me. A second thing that I have discovered is my basic love of life and of course sex. In the past semester, I have recognized just how erogenous the human body can be and how exciting it is to be sexually stimulated. Numero Tres, number three, I have found the perfect woman in Denise. Without a doubt, I have never met a more beautiful, more intelligent, more caring person in all my life. With that said, I am still Tim deep inside my new persona, but I have changed a great deal in my steps toward enlightenment and awareness. These past three months have made me rethink what is important and I have discovered a lot about myself I never knew. The old Tim, stiff, rigid, neurotic, and weary is gone. The new person replacing him is quite different. I don't think you would even recognize me on the street. That's why I have sent you an advanced mailing of the San Francisco Secrets