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Rachel - Crossing the Line III ? by: Rachel M. Moore November 19th, 10:51 AM My life may have been heaven, but my hair was giving me fits at the moment! The long hot bath I had just taken did wonders for my aching muscles, it was certainly easier to move around now. Bending over to pick something up off the floor took some thought before executing that maneuver. I had knocked my comb off the counter in the bathroom and, not giving my previous night's workout much thought, bent over, to retrieve it. My body let me know it was still recovering from the loss of my virginity. Now there was a concept that would be interesting to have to explain I thought as I smiled seductively at the mirror. I teased and flirted with my hair a little more and decided it wasn't going to get any better. I sprayed a final mist of hairspray and stood back to examine the rest of my face. My makeup looked perfect, so all that was left was to get dressed. I gathered up the clothes that I had worn to get my license photo yesterday and thought about how unladylike this was going to be. I mean I had already worn these clothes and although they weren't really dirty, I was sure I was breaking several of the 'Ten Commandments of Dressing', at least for women. It was really going to suck to wear this outfit again. I considered wearing the little black lacey corset from last night, but this white blouse just wasn't going to work with it. Shit! I know? I had worn it here after shopping at Claire Dryden's Boutique yesterday, but now I going to need to project a little better image - not some trampy busty bitch showing off her goods underneath a skimpy blouse. I looked at the breastforms on the counter and complained to myself - for the millionth time how much they sucked! If I could wear the corset I wouldn't need them, but then I'd look like a slut. Around in circles I went beating myself up, hadn't I just decided I didn't have a choice? I grudgingly put my white bra on and made the necessary adjustments with the only pair of breastforms I owned and then put on the blouse. Whatever! I thought looking at myself in the mirror. I hated the way they looked compared to the results the corset gave me. While the corset wasn't all that different in its end result, what it did do was give me real cleavage. Something you just couldn't get with these crappy breastforms. Augh! Enough of that? Next came my panties, pantyhose, and the salt and pepper knee-high skirt. I slipped on the same flats from yesterday and stood back to primp and smooth my skirt and blouse one last time. Guess this was going to have to do, not like I had much of a choice. Why couldn't Brad and I have just gone to some simple everyday stores yesterday? For what he spent on just the blazer outfit, I could have bought a closet full of things! I'd kill to be able to wear jeans or shorts today! I needed a wardrobe, one that consisted of more than four outfits, I mean five now. Of course it would certainly help if all my clothes were here in the condo - not in my old house. 'Old house', that reminded me, I had to figure out a way to get my stuff out of the house so as to jump fully into my new life. I started thinking about that and felt my stomach gurgle. Whew! Time for some food, I was starving! I headed for the kitchen and checked out the cupboards. There was plenty of canned goods, a couple half-eaten bags of chips, and an unopened box of wheat cereal. I needed to go shopping for food if I was going to be living here. I checked the refrigerator, but it was pretty bare; condiments, salad dressings, and a couple yogurt cups that were beyond their expiration date. Yuck! I tossed them in the garbage can under the sink. OK then - what do I want to eat? I settled on a bowl of dry wheat flake cereal and a can of peaches. The microwave clock said it was 11:32. I wonder if there was a store nearby that would pack up a list of groceries for me and just deliver? that's it! Why didn't I think of this sooner? There really isn't anything at my house that I desperately needed to continue living here as Rachel, well except my clothes and make-up. So why not just pay someone to pack it all up and put it in storage someplace! Perfect! I wouldn't even have to go back to my house and worry about dealing with the hassle of packing and most importantly getting caught! John and Shannon were going to be relentless in tracking me down once they heard I had quit my job. I was beaming, great idea! That plan would work! Then as fast as I was beaming - I was sulking. I had to call and quit my job. One of the last ties to Mike Moore that I was dreading to cut. There was no other way though. I walked over to the patio slider and out onto the little deck. It was big enough for a couple of deck chairs, but not much else. I looked back into the living room and remembered how the sun warmed the room in the afternoon. I'll bet I could sunbathe right there on the carpet in the afternoon. Hmmm? no more pasty white skin. Tan lines or no tan lines I giggled. I heard keys at the door and froze for a moment. The door opened slowly and Brad walked in carrying two plastic bags of groceries in each hand. "Hey, Rach, how you feeling? I bought a couple things at the store." He headed for the kitchen and I began breathing again. Why was I so jittery? Was it Brad or was it me? This felt awkward for some reason. Why? Then it hit me - I had had sex with this man! He had been inside of me, pleasuring me, and I pleasured him. What the hell was I thinking, that was the problem! But, why was it a problem? I liked it right? I mean, I wanted it to happen. So, what gives? Now what was I, gay? Guilt. That was the problem. I couldn't revel in my new life as Rachel in earnest without associating some guilt to my actions. You'd think I was Catholic or something! Fuck! Why was I? "You look great!" Brad said from the kitchen. He set the bags down and walked toward me. He stopped at the slider and looked out over the city. "Hell of a view, eh? I'm glad you're ready, I mean you are ready to get some stuff done right?" he stared at me. I didn't move. I just looked at him blankly, letting my demons continue to fight wildly in my mind. "Rach," he said softly, "what's wrong?" "Nothing," I lied, still not breaking my blank gaze on him. "You sure? You look like something is up? was it calling into work this morning?" the concern in his voice turned up a notch or two. "Yeah, that was difficult." I turned to look over the city. He came and wrapped his arms around my waist. "It's all for the best, Rach, really. I know it's hard leaving all your friends and that other life behind, but do you think they would understand what you want from life? You're on the edge of becoming all that you have ever wanted to be and quite wealthy to boot. You should be excited?" he squeezed me a little tighter 'kind of like last night' and then kissed my neck. OK, it wasn't him. It was all me. I had to deal with the 'gay' issue. I mean I'm not gay, I'm? Fuck! I squeezed his hand softly. "I'm fine, just dealing with cutting the ties that's all. I didn't quit my job this morning. I only called in sick." I held my breath waiting for him to explode. "Oh, I thought you were going to get that done this morning. Alright? well, you know the longer you wait the tougher it's going to be," he said in his wiser older man tone. "Yeah, I know. I'll do it, don't worry," I brightened a little, "I was wondering, do you think we could just pay a moving company to pack my house up and put it in storage?" Brad slid his hands from my waist and stood beside me, "Ya know, I thought about that also, but wasn't sure how you felt about someone rummaging around your things and sticking them in boxes. If you're fine with that I'll get it arranged." "I just don't want to get caught slinking around my place like this. After I call and quit I know my friends are going to crash my house looking for me. I just don't want to go through that. I don't really have much that someone would come across and be shocked to find," and I paused to think that out a little more. There were a few alternative magazines that would probably shock someone if they were found and maybe a couple sex toys. Fuck! I had to go back there, at least to get the very personal items. "I think I'll just go and get a few items and then we can just leave it up to some moving company to pack up the rest," I decided finally. Brad nodded his understanding. "I'll take care of it once you tell me you're ready." He turned and walked back toward the kitchen. I heard him rustling the plastic bags and went in to join him, wishing I could have left my guilt out there on the patio. No, I wish I could have thrown it over the edge and watch it crash to the ground sixty-three floors down! "Can I help?" I asked. "Naw, just need to pick up the milk and yogurt, then we can get this show on the road." I quickly went to the bathroom to see if I needed to change anything. I transferred my wallet from my clutch to the little black purse I had used yesterday and returned to the kitchen only to find Brad by the front door. He looked at me with a little smile. "You look fine, honest!" and opened the door. "What is it with women always fidgeting with the way they look?" he said as I walked into the hallway. November 19th, 11:58 AM - Nevada First Technical Savings and Loan Our first stop of the day was going to be the bank. It was lunchtime and a Monday, so it was packed and we had to wait just over thirty minutes before we were seen. In the car Brad asked if I had written the check to myself and I said I had. "You wrote it to Rachel and signed it as Mike?" he quizzed me again. "Yes," I assured him, "the blonde in my hair is merely highlights, not my natural color!" I was transferring nearly every penny I had from my account as Mike Moore, except about $50 to cover any outstanding checks. I had already transferred the money from the savings account to the checking account so it would leave little for me to worry about as Mike Moore after the check cleared and the money was in the new Rachel Moore account. The woman helping me setup my new account up was very pleasant and the only form of ID I had to provide was my driver's license. I gave her my SSN matter-of-factly and she left us while she went to activate the account. I was pretty nervous while she was away, but she returned quickly enough and had a box of 200 checks for me. She had me select a check style and I ordered 500 more checks for my new account. There was a quick blurb on the bank's other benefits and she said the ATM card for my account would arrive in the mail and was good throughout the US and Canada. Guess I won't be going to Mexico anytime soon, I thought to myself. With one last bit of banker dribble she thanked me for banking with Nevada First. No sooner had we stood up to leave than she was greeting another customer. I looked at Brad and said softly, "That was rude." "Doesn't matter, you have a checking account now. I didn't think we'd have any problems with this, but I wanted to be here during the after- lunch after-weekend rush so as to blend in easier should the running of your SSN have caused any problems," he whispered back. I hadn't even considered needing to be stealthy about getting a bank account and just chalked it up to not having all the papers filed for my official name change yet by 'our friend Judge Allen'. I giggled a little to myself. We left the bank and had lunch at a fast food burger stand a few blocks from the bank. The food was bad, but the laughs we were having made it an enjoyable lunch. I began to realize that to Brad last night wasn't anything more than what it was. We didn't talk about it at all, but any stigma I was placing on having sex with him was only in my mind. At least that's how it felt to me. I felt relieved it wasn't an issue between us, but also felt? kind of used? No, that's not the right word. I couldn't tell how he was feeling really ? was it somewhere between 'not an issue for him' to 'just a roll in the sack for him'? It was then and there I realized I knew so very little about Brad. Granted I knew some things about him, but where was the fear of the unknown in people I should have been feeling? Was I being led or was I doing this of my own free will? Brad had yet to give me any reason to question his motives. I felt like I could trust him and that he was really interested in my well being. I just couldn't? Shit! This is way too deep. "Hey, Mr. Anderson," I said with mock annoyance in my voice, "do you realize I know absolutely nothing about you? Spill it Buster! I want to hear your whole life history." I put my pop down, crossed my arms, and sat back on the bench. I had a pretty determined look on my face I was sure, but it didn't diminish the smile on his face. "What? That's not true, you know lots about me. Hell I could say the same about you," he bumped my foot as he sat back on the bench imitating me. I did know some stuff about him, so I guess that was an unfair statement, but damn it there was plenty more to know! "Yeah, I know a little about you, but let's just have you start from the beginning," I smiled, still determined to not let him off the hook. He leaned forward and whispered, "Rach," looking around to make sure no one was listening, "it's top secret. I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you." The blank look on my face or the confusion that was there must have set something off in him and he began laughing like a little boy who'd just told his first dirty joke. "Ha ha ha? very funny. I'm serious Brad." "Me too? OK, relax sweet cheeks. How about this, tonight over a quiet dinner at the condo you'll get the full story, will that work?" he said smiling a boyish grin. "OK, but I'm going to hold you to it," and I conceded again to his will. It was becoming a habit I would need to break. I was independent, I could be strong, and he needed to know I could be a bitch if pushed too far. I kicked him lightly under the table and caught him glancing over my shoulder. I turned and saw a familiar face, but where had I seen? Lisa? "Hey you two! What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" Lisa Dryden said with a huge smile as she walked over to our table. I was in complete shock to see her; did she live around here I wondered? I wasn't even sure what part of town we were in. I really liked Lisa, but she sort of worried me also. That stunt when she introduced me to her police officer fianc?e yesterday didn't sit too well with me. "Just finishing up lunch, care to join us?" I heard Brad say. "How's the food?" she asked shooting a questionable look at what we hadn't finished. "Tastes pretty bad, but the company is damn good," Brad said smiling in my direction. I nodded in agreement and ran my foot over his calf. He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Well, I think I'll pass on lunch then. I was going to go do some shopping," Lisa lowered her voice, "spying, actually, on a few other shops around town. They all know my mom, so she can't go scope them out. Need to stay up on what they're offering our customers that we aren't. After that I'm going to get a couple pair of jeans. What are you two doing today?" I had no idea. Go see the lawyer? Go by my house and pack? I didn't have a? "Hey, how would you like some company?" I heard Brad saying, "Rachel needs to build her wardrobe a bit and there's no way I can afford to have her buy everything from your boutique. Do you think you could help her out?" I actually felt the blood rushing from my head. What did Brad just suggest? I didn't want to go? "Fine with me, it could be fun," Lisa said looking over at me. Fun? No, that's not how I would describe it - STRESSFUL would be more the word!! I shot Brad a look and he either didn't get it or was ignoring me. Damn it! Men just never get it! She had to know what I was wearing was the same outfit I had worn to her store yesterday, she must think I'm a slob or something! Fuck! Why me? "What kind of stuff are we talking about?" Lisa asked. "She needs it all, right?" Brad said looking at me. Both of them were staring at me "Ah, yes. Pretty much everything you can imagine," I replied weakly, barely eking out a smile. Lisa gave me a little look, "You sure you want to go and be bored with me while I spy?" she said. There was my out! Wait, she didn't want me to go? No, she was giving me an out. "Are you kidding? All she talked about last night was how well you two worked together picking out her outfit," Brad said exaggerating the one simple comment I had made about liking the boutique and Lisa's taste in clothing. Damn you Brad! "OK then, let's go do some damage!" Lisa said and she looked to me to make a move. I just stared at Brad a moment then thought, two can play this game! "Hey Mr. Sugar Daddy? you going to give me some money?" and with that I got up and sat next to him, pressing myself against him and running my hand over his thigh. Take that! Brad didn't hesitate and reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. There was a bank deposit slip in the middle, he put that back in his pocket. "Let's see here," he counted off ten $100 dollar bills, "will this be enough for both essentials and basics?" I was stunned. Where the hell did all this money come from? Was it from Tony Bennito? The slot machine from last night? No that was only $600 or so. I looked at him hard and longer than I intended. He took my hand and whispered in my ear, "Just have fun Rach. Lisa will take care of you I'm sure. Just have her drop you at home when you two are finished." Just have fun? Who was he kidding? This was going to be hell! I mean I liked Lisa, she was chatty, attractive, and friendly enough - it's just? I don't know. She was like some kind of coach or big sister? A teacher maybe? I was reading too much into this. She knew I needed help being Rachel so why was I blasting her so? Augh! This is going to suck I thought. I wasn't being very open minded that's for sure and I needed, how did Brad put it 'both essentials and basics', so I guess since I was going to be trapped I might as well make the best of it. I put the money in my purse and stood to leave. I gave Brad one last pleading look, but he just smiled. It was short lived, his cell phone rang and he clicked it open "Hello? Yes?" Lisa tugged my arm lightly and nodded toward the door, "Let's get out of here before he changes his mind." I could be so lucky! We walked outside and I looked around to see where her car was, she pointed, "That's my baby," and two quick bleeps sounded as she turned off the alarm. It had to be some kind of newer model convertible and as we got closer the emblem on the trunk said CLK55 AMG. It didn't hit me until I was at the door of the little top down red convertible that this was a Mercedes-Benz, an expensive Mercedes at that. This thing had to cost at least $100K, I thought. The charcoal leather interior, the dark wood, and some kind of video screen or something like that - this thing was loaded. And here I thought my little Miata was nice, this made it look like a second hand store reject! "Nice car?" I couldn't contain how impressed I was. "Yeah, perk of the business," she said as she started it up with a low roar. "Got to look the part if you expect to sell to the money in this town. It was my mom's idea, she has a four door sports sedan, a S55 or something like that. Her car cost a lot more than mine did. She always says 'There's plenty of money in this town' and how we need to project the right image. Sometimes she makes me crazy! Whatever!" she finished with a little hand gesture. We both giggled as we pulled out into traffic. We didn't talk for a few minutes, I was really just enjoying the sun and the wind blowing through my hair. Of course it was going to look like shit when we got to where we were going, but I thought 'Whatever!'. Women must universally use that word as a catchall. Once Lisa decided where she was taking me, she explained that the Fashion Show Mall had plenty of great 'basics' stores and would be where we'd start. She knew a manager at Dillard's and was sure she could swing an employee discount, only downside was she wasn't sure if her manager buddy was working today. What we couldn't find in Dillard's she was sure we'd find in Macy's, Saks 5th Ave, or the GAP. I was a little nervous about going through a mall, selecting clothing, and of course there was the dressing room issue - but she assured me it would be fine and that no fire alarms or anything like that would be going off. Relax, she said. The conversation changed and turned toward me; it also got a little deeper. I decided the truth was better than coming up with some long drawn out lie I would surely trip over later. She asked about how long I had been doing this, joking with me that I'd made the right choice in regards to being female. Lisa was animated when she said that and I couldn't help but laugh. She also asked about my long-term goals as Rachel and I told her I hadn't given it much thought, which led into the story about how I met Brad. That caused her to raise an eyebrow, how I could go from Mike, the cable guy this past Friday, to Rachel now. She was sure we had been a couple a lot longer. Of everything we'd talked about thus far, this part of my life story seemed to concern her the most. I didn't back down though or shy away from her and I actually found that it felt good to get another woman's prospective. She prodded about what I was going to do, as far as work or a career, and I told my first lie. "I'm not sure really, get some kind of job around town, I guess. Doing what, I don't know." She accepted that and offered to assist if things got tight, she knew lots of people through the store and could make some calls. Then she got a sinister little smirk on her face. I looked at her a little confused, "What's that for?" She hemmed and hawed around it for a second then said she didn't think I would have to work if I kept Brad happy. I laughed inside; if she only knew how I was going to keep Brad happy on a business level she'd probably stop the car and toss me out! From career choice to bedroom the conversation went unexpectedly and she was leading the charge. Her first question was about whether Brad and I had been intimate yet. I wondered why she was so interested and before I could deflect the question she was telling me about her own sex life. I got to hear about many of her private happenings in bed with her fianc?e, Todd. Stories about oral escapades, positions, places they had done it, fantasies - both his and hers, and domination. It was all very erotic and it was both eye-opening and stimulating. So much so I was sure I had precum oozing from my stiffening cock. Sitting was becoming uncomfortable and every little bump in the road accentuated the sensations I was having tied so tightly in the gaffe. Lisa really shocked me with how easily she could talk about all of this with me, a stranger really. I guess it was not much different from men gathering and talking about women, I remember doing that with John at work on many occasions. Not only was she telling me every intimate detail, she was giving me an in depth education on techniques and seduction! She talked about it like someone describing a great football game or movie! Strange, very strange to say the least. When she talked about domination though it got very exciting. The games she played with Todd, the handcuffs - which she said they used on their first date, her commanding him to do things to her, and how she controlled both how and when he got pleasure. That's when I listened closer, taking mental notes, and getting my own ideas of how I would play that role if given the chance. Her words weren't all that graphic as she described the things she did to Todd, but the visuals I'd gotten in my mind ? Ooh la la! I still hadn't told her about Brad and myself though and I was determined to keep it that way. I had no intention of going there, that is until she started talking about anal sex. I froze for the first time during the whole tirade she was on about sex and just looked at her blankly. She wanted to know if it hurt, how best to do it, lubrication and any special preparation she would need to do. The thought of it really excited her and she knew Todd was interested, many times he had stimulated her ass during sex. I was paying so much attention to Lisa and now trying to find a way to answer her that I hadn't noticed we were cruising the mall parking lot. We parked in one of the farthest spaces from Dillard's and she checked her hair in the vanity mirror. I did the same and thought I looked OK, then got out of the car. The car made two quick 'beep beeps' and we started walking toward the entrance. I felt emotionally drained, yet highly aroused - was this even possible? I looked back on my day so far and realized I hadn't done shit! I mean, I got the bank account, had lunch with Brad, and just had a marathon conversation with a chatty woman about sex. Shit! I thought our conversation had been pretty much left in the car, but she gave me a look like 'Well'? I looked back at her with a 'Shhhh!' look and told her we could talk about this later, MUCH LATER!. She giggled a little and just smiled, she knew. She knew I had experience and could answer her questions. Fuck! I didn't have much experience, what - one time? God damn it! Do I get some womanhood badge now for having slept with a man? She wormed that out of me without me saying a word, I can't believe I wasn't stronger! We entered the store and Lisa headed to the first counter just inside the door. "Excuse me," she said to the woman standing there gathering hangers, "do you know if Jen Clayton is working today?" The woman looked up, "Yeah, I think I saw her earlier. Would you like me to page her?" "Sure, I just need to talk with her for a second." The woman picked up a phone and we heard her voice above us, "Jennifer Clayton, please dial extension 328. Extension 328, Thank you," and she hung the phone up. It wasn't thirty seconds before the phone was ringing. I listened to the women say that Lisa was in her department, Plus Sizes, and wanted to speak with her. She hung up and said she would be here in a moment. I barely had a chance to look at a few dresses hanging on a rack near by when Jennifer walked up. She and Lisa hugged like long lost sorority sisters and Jennifer complained to Lisa that it had been too long since they had seen each other. "Promise me we'll do lunch before Thanksgiving," I heard her saying to Lisa, "after that I won't be able to get away until after inventory in mid-January!" Lisa promised and then realized she hadn't introduced me. After a quick intro, Lisa dove right into my situation. She didn't say much, but I could feel the curiosity in Jennifer's eyes as she looked at me. She could tell something wasn't right about me, but what? I turned my head frequently to break her gaze on me. I was feeling pretty uncomfortable and Lisa did a little, no a lot of, arm twisting - saying that I needed a whole new wardrobe and had a grand to spend. I caught her giving Jennifer a look that said 'I'll explain later'. Jennifer finally agreed and said she would give me the 20% employee discount, but Lisa would owe her big! She told us to go shop and then have her paged before the clerk hit the subtotal and she would come over to authorize the discount. Lisa quickly thanked Jennifer and then dragged me off to spend! Spend! Spend! First stop, lingerie. I had never in my life actually shopped in person for bras or panties. The panties and bras I owned had been mail ordered and didn't fit. You got what you paid for. Lisa remembered I was a 36C and gathered one of each manufacturer and style from a couple different racks, she had nine bras and was far from finished. Next came two bustiers, a sports bra, a strapless bra and, for good measure, a thick and rigid looking control top bra. She looked over to me and said, "You go try these on and I'll get some panties, slips and?" she looked around. "Can I help you ladies?" a sales woman said from behind me. "Oh, there you are," Lisa started, "my friend's apartment complex burnt down on Saturday night and we need to get her some essentials. Can you take these to a dressing room for us?" The woman gathered the dozen or so bras and led me off to a dressing room. Now I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. My will was crushed and it felt like I was programmed to just follow orders. The saleswoman showed me to a large dressing room and laid out the bras. She said if I needed any help to let her know and that she would exchange things for me if needed. Then I was left alone. It was very quiet and I heard a familiar ringing in my ears. What the hell was I doing in here? I picked up the first bra - Olga was the manufacturer. It was pretty and an underwire style with plenty of lace. I looked over my shoulder to the dressing room door and locked it. Guess I might as well play this game. I decided right then and there to make the most of this opportunity ? fuck my demons! I removed my blouse and bra and for the next fifteen minutes I tried on every bra Lisa had picked out for me. I checked how I looked from all sides while wearing each one and paid close attention to fit and feel - comfort being the main goal, though sexy was a side benefit that I didn't want to ignore. When I was finished I couldn't decide between three companies, Olga, Maidenform, and Lily of France. Each had characteristics the others didn't, each had style, each was comfortable, and I was confused. Of special interest was the Maidenform water bra, the pushup cups having water in them instead of padding. Very cool and it had an incredible life-like look and feel. Most of the others were heavily padded and either very lacey, embroidered, or made of a shiny satin material. The best fit came from the pushup bras followed by the demi- cut bras. I laid them all aside and tried the sports bra on. No way! Not unless I had real breasts. The same thing went for the strapless bra. Yikes! It was scary even to think I could wear it with these breastforms, well not unless I glued them on maybe. The bustiers were pretty much the same, though the one with garters I kind of liked. My mind again went back to the 'no breasts' issue. I totally passed on the rigid control top bra ? too much control there! Control of what, I snickered. I held it up and admired it for its beauty, but thought it looked way too painful to attempt. I put my bra and blouse back on, then wondered what was next? I waited another five minutes or so and decided to peek out the door of the dressing room and saw Lisa talking to a different saleswoman. When Lisa saw me she came to the door to see how it went. "So? What did you like?" I explained my dilemma and she just chuckled, "You know, it's perfectly alright to have more than one style or manufacturer of your bras," She giggled a little more and seeing that I was dressed came into the room with me. She took the three I had set aside and complimented me on my taste. I started to say something about the sports bra and was interrupted by a knock on the door. I froze, eyes wide open, and looked over at Lisa. She giggled some more at me. "Relax will ya," she said opening the door and took an armful of clothing from the saleswoman I had seen her talking with. She set them down and then picked up the three bras I had said I liked. She told the woman, "Can you get us two more of these Olga bras in black and beige; two more of these Lily of France in black and red; and finally two of these Maidenforms in powder blue and red. Just take them to the counter and start a pile for us." In total that gave me three white, two black, two red, and one beige and blue bra. I think I would be stocked in the bra department for a while! The sales woman repeated back the request and stopped for a second, "I don't think Maidenform makes this in red, but I'll check," she turned and went about filling the order Lisa had given her. Lisa looked over to me, "They make that one in red, what's she talking about? She must not work in this department very often. Whatever!" she paused to take a breath. "OK, I have here lots of underwear for you to try on. The rule is you have to try them on over your panties though, a hygiene thing that really doesn't apply to you because of what you have in your panties, but you might as well play along, eh?" she grinned. She went on to explain what she had selected; a mix of hi-leg briefs, bikinis, string bikinis, hipsters, tangas, and even a couple thongs to see what I thought. Most were silky looking, but the hipsters, while not 'granny panties' by any means, were all cotton. I picked one up and looked at her questioningly. She laughed out loud and explained that the quickest way to tell your man you weren't in the mood for sex was to wear a pair of ugly cotton panties. He'd get the message unless you were starving him for sex. She walked over to the pile of clothes and showed me a couple slips in white and black, explaining that I didn't really need to try these on because she knew they would fit me. There were also a couple of teddies and pajamas on the pile. She picked up a silky, skimpy, lacey teddy and said she was going to get one just like this for herself. I took it from her, still holding the cotton panties. It was so sexy and lacking in fabric! She smiled as if reading my mind, "Well maybe we could hold off on that one until you have breasts." It wasn't a question. It was more of a statement and I looked her deep in the eyes to see if I could figure out where that comment had come from. Did she know more about me than she was letting on? I hadn't mentioned anything about getting implants and I never said anything about wanting to get breasts either! Had Brad said something to her? She looked at me funny, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I tightened my lips slightly and? "I mean if I said something to offend you, spit it out girl," she said a little challenge in her voice. "Was it the breast comment? If so, I'm sorry about that, I just assumed that, well you know? if you were going to do?, I mean, make this life change you were going to go all the way. If I'm wrong just let me know and I'll shut up. I thought you would eventually go and have a sex change operation. Isn't that what you want? To be a woman?" She took the teddy from me and placed it back on the pile of lingerie. What the hell was I thinking? Lisa wasn't the enemy? I liked her for Christ's sake. If there was some mass conspiracy to change my life, who was doing it? Brad? No, I just couldn't believe that Brad was? What the fuck am I thinking! Paranoia, that's it, I'm just a little paranoid. Things are moving so fast, I? "Are you OK?" Lisa said, looking at me like I was deathly ill. "I'm OK?" I sat next to the pile of lingerie and stared at my shoes. "Truth is I don't know what I want. This is all so confusing and things are moving so fast. I just?" There was a knock at the door and I stood quickly, then realized I needed to relax and sat back down just as fast, hoping Lisa wouldn't comment on my nerves. "How's it going in there?" the saleswoman asked. "We're fine, we'll be out in a minute," Lisa said over her shoulder. She looked at me as if picking her next words carefully. "Rachel, if you want to go home? home, wherever that may be, and I'm not talking about Brad's apartment or condo or whatever, I'll take you. Look, don't do anything you don't want to be doing." There was my mantra again. Everyone was saying that, was I really in control here? "Hell! If you want I'll have my Todd escort you home in his police car if that would make you feel any better." She stopped and put a hand on my shoulder. "If this doesn't feel right, walk away. Fuck, run away if you need too. I don't think I would have the guts to do what you've done so far. I can't begin to imagine the changes or the emotions swirling around in your head, but I want you to know I'm here for you," she knelt down, still holding my shoulder and stared into my eyes. "You're brave, beautiful, sensitive, sexy, you just need to follow your heart." Follow my heart, yeah, that's what I needed to do. Only thing is, I wasn't sure my heart could keep up with the pace all these changes were happening to me. Everything was a blur and just two days ago I was? Lisa bobbed her head as if looking to see if the lights were on behind my eyes. "Thanks Lisa," I said softly, "You don't know how much your friendship means to me. I'm still trying to figure out where my heart thinks I should be going." "Well lean on me sister," she said, bringing the slightest of smiles to my face. She pulled me to my feet and we hugged. I was going to make it I thought, I just needed to relax. There was a knock at the door and the saleswoman was back again. Lisa scrunched her face at me. "Yes?" she said sarcastically. "I just wanted you to know Maidenform did make that one bra in red. I put it with the rest of your bras." Lisa mouthed the word 'DUH' and crossed her eyes. I had to catch myself before busting into a laugh, suppressing the giggles also. Lisa left the dressing room saying that she was going to look for a robe for me. I said, "Make sure it's fluffy and soft." She asked if there were any other kind. We giggled a little more. I was alone again, but I knew I had a good friend in Lisa, not unlike Brad, it's just that Lisa could connect with me on a female-to-female level. I looked over the pile of panties and thought I should try a couple of them on. I took my skirt off, but left my pantyhose on. I really just wanted to get this over with and do some REAL clothes shopping. I picked up a pair of the thongs and felt its smooth material. It had a fairly wide waistband and I could tell by the cut that it was going to ride high on my hips. I thought about it again and decided I needed to take my pantyhose off. Unlike trying on bras, putting on panties has always been erotic for me. I pulled the thong over my bare feet and slid them up my legs. I felt a tingle in my groin and tried to just concentrate on what I was doing. I pulled them on all the way and adjusted the thong as best I could over my panties. Not bad I thought. There seemed to be plenty of support down there and they looked pretty. Yeah, I liked these. I took them off and tried on a pair cut slightly different. This pair was mostly white lace in front with just the tiniest of a cotton crotch. They looked good also and I knew that my pubic hair would be visible through the front lace if I weren't wearing my own panties under it. I'll take these also. Next was a couple different pair of bikini panties. They too fit nicely and I put them in the growing pile of panties I liked. The string bikinis I didn't like all that much because the pencil lead thin waistband either rode too high or too low and felt uncomfortable. So they got placed aside. Lastly I tried on the cotton hipsters. They were basic and while I wasn't sure I liked them all that much I remembered an old girlfriend of mine in high school saying they were best to wear with jeans; plus Lisa had a good point about using them to turn off men. So again I added them to my "keeper" pile. Olga made my favorite pairs. They were the hi-leg brief style and the fabric was gorgeous - so sheer and silky, with a delicate floral design on the front. Maidenform won my heart for its tangas, which Lisa said were the perfect 'no panty line' underwear. I skipped the teddies, at least the ones Lisa had picked out. It wasn't that I didn't like them, I just knew there was no way I could possibly wear them and decided I didn't need the mental anguish right now! I tried on the two pair of PJs and they were nice. One was a cotton- polyester blend that felt smooth and silky. The top was low cut and though it would look better with breasts, I just couldn't pass up the little teddy bears and pink hearts on the fabric. The pants were like sweat pants with a tiny drawstring at the waist. Nice. I liked them and added them to the 'keeper' pile. There was nothing left to try on, so I put my pantyhose and skirt back on. I was just putting my feet back into my flats when Lisa knocked at the door. "Hey, let me in," she giggled. I opened the door and she quickly entered. "So? Whatcha got, whatcha like?" she looked around. I pointed to my pile of 'keepers'. "Cool! What about these?" she said, holding up a pair of string bikini panties. I explained how they didn't seem to fit right, but said everything else was fine. Well, other than the teddies. She agreed with me that comfort should dictate what I wore and she started gathering up my pile. I made a move toward the rest of the stuff and she told me to just leave it, they didn't expect us to pick it up. I followed her out to the counter where she put everything down then watched her head toward the racks of panties to gather an assortment of colors. I joined her and she showed me the colors, I liked all the ones she had picked, but added two pair of peach-colored silky thongs. I liked the color I explained with a sheepish smile. We left the panties at the counter and off we went in search of clothes! Finally I thought! I hope shopping for clothes isn't like this every time I go out! I asked Lisa what time it was and she said time to get you a watch! Before making it there though, we picked out some pantyhose, a couple pair each in black, beige, and nude. I threw in a white pair just for good measure. Lisa helped me pick out some socks, anklets and knee- highs. Then there were belts. "Wait," she said, "we'll come back for them after we pick out a few outfits". I followed her to the watch counter and she suggested I buy just a cheap gold band watch. Then she changed her mind, you need a silver watch also. Two watches later and it was time to shop for clothes! I just couldn't wipe the smile from my face! This was actually fun. I did get a look at the time though, 3:15! Where had the time gone? The rest of this clothes-shopping adventure went pretty smoothly. I didn't let Lisa pick everything out, but I did yield to her opinion on most items. We both went to the dressing room with armloads of clothes, everything from skirts to dresses to shorts to Lycra pants and, yes, my personal wish list item - jeans! Some of the things I tried on only depressed me, some things made me feel complete. When I had had about enough I called a time out. Lisa and I organized everything into 'must have' and 'luxury items'. Somewhere during all of our gyrations of trying clothes on and sending them back Jennifer stopped by to see how we were doing. She was a little less snoopy around me this time and even threw in her opinion on a top and shorts outfit I had selected, helping me to win Lisa over who thought it wouldn't work. Jennifer also presented me with the bill for my lingerie, $324.88 after the employee discount and tax. I couldn't believe I had spent that much on just underwear! Well, there were some extra items I guess, but shit! I was blowing my wad of money fast and furious! Lisa and I scaled back the rack of clothing we had decided I needed and got it down to two dresses, two skirts, two pair of shorts, six tops, a couple cute T-shirts with the Polo logo on it, two sweaters, and two pair of jeans. Lisa had even gotten me to try on a few bathing suits and she convinced me to buy a cute 'tankini'. I had to admit I really liked it, but wasn't sure when I would ever wear it, at least considering I couldn't fill it out. Lisa said she had that covered and would talk with me later about it. When it was time to get my purchases rung up I cringed thinking about what all this was going to cost me. We agreed it was the minimum I should have for a well-rounded wardrobe, at least to start. When the saleswoman rang it up and the subtotal before the discount was $1,210.24 I knew I was going to have to put things back. I mean I needed accessories and shoes yet! After the discount and with my lingerie purchases I was over budget by nearly $400! Damn! What was I going to do now? I remembered the money I had taken from under Brad's bed, so that gave me $1200. Now I was only $200 over what Brad had given me to spend ? I'd have to sweet talk the extra $200 out of him! The panicked look on my face after having seen the total caught Lisa's attention. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I'm a little short, $200 short and we haven't looked at shoes or accessories." "Oh?" she said, "do you have ATM card you could pull money from?" trying to help me think this problem out? "No, I closed that account out earlier today. I have checks for my new account though," I said a little more upbeat. "I'll cover you for whatever we end up spending, you just write me a check. Wanna do that?" she said smiling. Crap! Before this major transformation I was completely independent. Never needing to rely on anyone for anything! Now it was like I was shackled to Brad. I mean that in a good way, I think, but my financial freedom of last week had not caught up to the reality that I was living today. This was a problem, one I would have to get fixed and soon! I had money in the bank, over $3000 in fact, but if I continued to deplete it at this rate I would be well past the comfort zone I was used too. Shit! This was too complicated. Without money I was screwed. I couldn't keep this facade going if I ran out of money and I certainly couldn't go back my old life, if I absolutely needed to, without money. Turning my old life off was just a few phone calls to the utilities companies, the phone company, and my landlord away. Damn! This is going to be final soon? I looked at Lisa, who sat patiently while the wheels turned in my head. "Damn. I need a job," I finally said. "Yeah, that would be helpful if you're going to continue on this track," she replied, pausing for a moment to see if I was going to enlighten her with any more mind blowing wisdom. "So? Let's just finish this little trip up with some shoes and other minor accessories and we'll worry about you paying me back later." I nodded and she put her hands on my shoulders, turning me toward the shoes, "It's shoe time baby!" We giggled a little and headed off to the shoe department. Guess I would just go for broke and worry about the details later. Brad had said he would buy me a wardrobe, so anything I picked up today should be a part of our deal. I tried to relax, but the whole money issue was now weighing heavily on my mind. Then I remembered that we had been paid for last night! That means I had $700 coming to me after Brad's thirty percent take! OK, so things weren't so bad after all. But I needed more nights like last night! Do nothing and get paid for doing it so well! Thank you Mr. Bennito! In the shoe department Lisa was a one-woman comedy show. She had comments about many of the styles they had and I couldn't help but laughing while trying on the dozen or so pairs she thought would go with my purchases today. I almost started crying when I tired on a pair of white 3" pumps with ankle straps that she called 'Fuck me pumps'. We both laughed our asses off when we both tried on 4" spiked go-go style boots. Mine were red suede and hers were a glossy black with a buckle around the ankle. We strutted the shoe department like a couple of drunken whores in those boots, cracking up a few of the saleswomen and customers alike. It was a blast! When I had a pile of six boxes on the floor I called time out again and we examined what I was going to purchase. I had to have a pair of tennis shoes! The Nike running shoes, that were mostly white with a few powder blue accents, seemed to fit the best and of course weren't overly loud. Thank God I have small feet! Lisa talked me into another pair of flats ? in red no less, two pairs of 3" pumps that she guaranteed would never make my feet hurt ? one black and one gray, a pair of sandals, and I just had to have the pair of white 'Fuck me' pumps. The total, when all was said and done at the register was $279.64. I couldn't believe I had spent so much and on six pairs of shoes! My head was swimming! Not just because of all that I had spent, I mean going over budget by $680 was going to be fun trying to explain this to Brad, but I decided it was part of the cost of doing business! I would equate my purchases to Lisa's car if Brad protested and if that didn't cool him off then I would throw down the promise he made to buy my wardrobe and that he hadn't put a price tag on that! The other part of this shopping spree that I kept thinking about was that it went off without any problems. I was a little nervous at first, but once out of the lingerie dressing room and into the hardcore clothing dressing rooms I felt much better about being here. I was calming down nicely and thought I fit into this role of shopping maven quite well. This turned out to be a fun afternoon after all. We gathered up all my purchases and the two Lisa had made ? the teddy to excite Todd and the black go-go boots, and, with the help of two saleswomen, we carted it all out to Lisa's car. When we walked out of Dillard's it was obvious that the sun had been down for some time now. I asked one of the saleswomen what time it was and she said it was almost 7:00 PM. My heart sank a little, I was supposed to have dinner with Brad at home. Shit! I hoped he would understand. Lisa and I then spent a good five minutes trying to pack all the purchases into the convertible. Clothing bags and shoeboxes took up every nook and cranny of the cramped convertible. I had two of the shoeboxes on the floor in the front seat with me when we were finished and buckled in. On the way home Lisa and I talked mostly about all the things I hadn't bought today. She said we would have to do it again soon when I was a little more financially stable. I apologized for keeping her away from her original mission, her plan of spying on the other boutiques that were competition for her store. She assured me this was a lot more fun and she could shop for jeans and spy anytime. I told her I wanted to tag along when she went shopping again, but I probably wouldn't be in the market to buy anything for a while. "Credit cards, baby!" Lisa said with a big smile, "Instant gratification - long term payments later." I couldn't help but laugh about that philosophy and said it was high on my to do list, getting a credit card. The traffic was light and we made pretty good time back to the condo. I had borrowed Lisa's phone to try to call Brad right after we had left Dillard's parking lot but no one answered at the condo. I wondered if he had stepped out to get some special ingredient for dinner or a nice bottle of wine. I thought about calling his cell phone, but Lisa and I started girl-talking again and it just slipped my mind. Lisa pulled to the front of the building and the doorman opened my door for me, and then ran around to do the same for Lisa. She gave me a look that said 'high society' and smirked as the doorman held her door open. I reached in to get the two boxes of shoes and the small bag that was crushed behind my seat when the doorman offered to put our purchases on a cart for us and follow us up. We agreed quickly and began pulling everything out of the trunk. While he loaded everything up I whispered to Lisa that I was broke. She said not to worry about it and handed me a twenty-dollar bill explaining it was for parking the car and being our delivery boy. She smiled wickedly and raised her eyebrows a few times while looking at the doorman's ass as he bent over the trunk. I turned away trying not to laugh. It was a quiet ride from the lobby to the condo. Lisa was on her best behavior in the elevator; of course the mirrored walls made it so we couldn't goof off much with the doorman. After we were inside and our purchases lined the entry to the condo I gave the doorman the twenty and I could tell he was very appreciative. When I shut the door and looked for Lisa she was out on the patio taking in the view. "Nice, huh?" I said joining her. "I just love this view," she replied. "Me too, want to see the rest of the place?" She nodded and I gave her a tour of my new home, which seemed funny to say, but I was thinking I would quickly get used to living here. In the kitchen I found a note from Brad and my fairytale day was knocked down a few notches. He apologized profusely about not being able to cook dinner for me and said that an emergency at work was why he wasn't there in an apron, which brought a slight smile to my face. He ended the note by saying not to wait up for him, which meant he was probably going to be late or would just go to his home. I was instantly depressed. The thought of being here alone made me feel so empty. I noticed Lisa reading over my shoulder and handed her the note. She tried to ease my disappointment by saying this would give me time to organize all my purchases, but it didn't help to make me feel any better. I showed her the rest of the condo and managed to actually break out of the little mood Brad had put me in, especially with how special Lisa made me feel by her compliments about the condo and various things I could do to make it more me, more feminine. She rolled her eyes when she saw the mirrors on the walls and ceiling in my bedroom. I told her it was all Brad and not to even go there, knowing she would ask what it was like being under them in the heat of passion. We giggled a little more about the mirrors and I showed her the master bathroom. While in the bathroom her cell phone rang. "Hi honey!" she said and I watched her face brighten. She had told me more about Todd on the way over here and by every account he pretty much spoiled her. Good for her, about time a woman got the better end of the stick I thought, thinking about how John abused Shannon. I felt bad for thinking that Brad should be here spoiling me and I was a little jealous of Lisa and everything she seemed to have with Todd right now. She told him she had bought him a surprise, to which he must have asked if it was something she could wear. She teased him by saying she was about to put it on and giggled, so he must have said something about sex. She smiled and nodded, not to me, but as part of flirting with him on the phone I guess. She told him she had spent the day shopping with me and he must have wondered who she was talking about because she replied, "You met her yesterday, her name is Rachel? at the boutique?" She sounded a little annoyed with him. I couldn't tell what he said to her about that, but she was smiling again, so it must not have been too bad. Her smile didn't last long though and she began to complain that he always had to do 'that' and how it 'just wasn't fair'. I imagined he was trying to console her, but she wasn't making it easy for him, throwing out that she wasn't going to wear the surprise now. Her little frown didn't last long and she agreed to meet him at midnight at his place. She ended the call with "Luv ya" and went on to explain to me how if the night shift was short people he, being an unmarried cop, always got stuck with pulling an extra half shift. Pissed her off royally she said and as soon as they were married this kind of shit was going to end. She hated when he worked the night shift. When she stopped to take a breath she took a good look around the bathroom, impressed with the Jacuzzi tub. "I want one of these in my house!" she said with a wolfish grin. I just agreed that it was pretty nice and that it worked wonders on tired muscles. "Let's take a bath then," she suggested, her face totally serious. At first I wasn't sure I had heard what Lisa had just said, then I knew I had heard her correctly when she grabbed a couple towels from the rack and laid then over by the tub. I hadn't moved yet, frozen in the moment. "Look, we've been kicking it pretty hard today, right?" she said looking at me more serious now. "Our men have stood us up right?" I nodded meekly. "Then why not relax and get all cleaned up for them later?" Great plan, only a couple problems from my prospective. First, I had no idea if Brad was coming back here tonight. It was almost eight o'clock, so Lisa had time and, I just assumed I had time since Brad had said to not wait up in the note he had left. Second, the real problem ? I was going to get undressed with this woman and hop in the tub? NO FUCKING WAY! I mean she was incredibly beautiful! Round full breasts that a tit man would kill to touch, and? "What's wrong?" she asked unbuttoning her blouse. My heart was racing, but I wasn't sure exactly why. Was it because I was aroused by the prospect of taking a bath with her, seeing her body and wishing mine was like hers, or was it somethi? "You know, with as much as I've seen of you over the last two days and with everything I know about you I'm wondering what the problem is. I mean, is there a problem?" she stopped at the last button of the blouse and I could see her breasts straining a lacey white demi-cut bra. I felt a tingle in my groin and knew there was no way I could do this. "I? I just don't think? What if Brad comes home?" I said lamely. "I read the note, Rachel, it doesn't sound like he's going to be back anytime soon. Do I make you nervous?" she said with just the slightest hint of hurt in her voice. Why was I feeling trapped God damn it? I mean, as Mike I would not hesitate getting my body close to hers, hell even to just get a good look at it would be fine with him, I mean me! Fuck! As Rachel though, I was having mixed emotions. I wanted to be with her and I wanted? What did I want, more? Was I having sexual desires for this woman while I was Rachel? That was it! The strain I felt on the gaffe was all the proof I needed, but how to handle this I wasn't sure. "I'm not nervous, Lisa," I started slowly, "it's just, I'm new to this way of life and? well, I don't know? I can tell you, men don't go around taking baths or showers together after a hard day of work. I mean, this is? I don't know, different." Lisa examined my face for a second and lowered her gaze, "I'm sorry Rachel, I just thought since we had gone through so much with each other today that this wouldn't be a problem. I mean it's all innocent, just kick back and relax in a tub, tell girl stories, maybe drink a beer or some wine. I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position." Great! Fucking great! Now I felt like a complete heel! My own internal fears, battles, doubts, and wants had muddied the water of my friendship with Lisa. She was the best friend I had right now. In my past life I had friends, but no one I felt like I could connect with like Lisa. Shit! "Look? you start the water and I'll find us something to drink? It's not a big deal, honestly." I opened my heart and was pouring it out for her to see, "You caught me by surprise and you have to believe there's nothing I wouldn't share with you. You're my best friend damn it!" and I caught a flicker of a smile on her face, "I owe you so much, I can't begin to repay you for everything you've done for me." We hugged briefly and I turned away to kicked my shoes off. Lisa started the water as I left the bathroom to find something to drink that would relax us and maybe something to nibble on. I realized halfway to the kitchen that I had left the bathroom a little too soon, I would miss seeing her undress, damn it! But if I had stayed I probably would have just gawked at her and tortured my little restrained boy clit. Then another thought pushed itself to the top of my list of problems - she would be in the tub by the time I got back. She would be under mountains of bubbles and I would have to get undressed while she watched! Oh SHIT! Near the entrance to the kitchen I spied my savior, the bags of clothes we had bought. Somewhere in all those bags piled neatly by the front door was a bathing suit. A cute pink and white tankini! All I needed to do was take it into the second bathroom and put it on! Yeah! I rummaged around until I found the tankini and held it up inspecting it. It was so cute, the bottoms like a little pair of shorts and I remembered how tight it hugged my hips and shaped my ass. Then I remembered how stupid the top looked stuffed with the unforgiving breastforms! I realized then that this plan wasn't going to work. Choices, choices ? get naked or look stupid. I dropped the suit back into the bag and decided to just go for it. Back to the kitchen I went to find us some refreshments. When I returned to the bathroom, bottle of wine, two glasses, some cheese and crackers, Lisa was already in the tub and the fluffy bubbles were up to her neck. I set our provisions down and offered her a glass of wine. She took a few pieces of cheese and a cracker, after toweling her hand dry and commented about it being warm in the room. I opened the small vent window in the bathroom and began undoing my blouse. Lisa laid her head back, closed her eyes, and appeared to really be enjoying the soothing water and jets of the Jacuzzi. I paused for a second, removed my blouse, then undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Lisa didn't move, it was as if she were meditating or in some kind of trance. Slowly I unclasped my bra and let it slide down my arms, placing it neatly on the pile of clothing I had started on the floor. As I started to pull my pantyhose and panties down, Lisa sat up and took a sip of wine. I froze briefly, the bubbles coated her firm breasts, but I needed to concentrate on removing the last bit of clothing I had on. I watched her closely as I continued, looking for some sign that she was uncomfortable but there was none. I then removed the gaffe, freeing my semi-aroused manhood and quickly made my way over to the tub and slid beneath the bubbles and warm water. Lisa just smiled back at me, commenting on how good it felt. My feet brushed her legs as I was getting situated and we both shifted around a bit to make room for each other. There really was no way to sit in this tub without at least our legs touching each other and my arousal grew with every brush of our legs. We began to talk about our day of shopping. Lisa complimented me on my taste in clothing and how we were pretty close in size she thought on some items of clothing. That led to a conversation about sharing clothes and we laughed a bit about how if we were sisters we would have probably fought about men, but not clothes. Then she told me how her mother's boutique had started as an alteration shop and got to where it was today because of her mother's philosophy to always 'follow the money'. I got to hear about how her mother only let her wear the most expensive designer fashions in school and how she went to a private university back east. I asked about her father and she told me that he divorced her mother for a younger woman when she was fifteen years old. It didn't sound like a very good breakup and she changed the subject quickly. Lisa began talking about Todd and told me stories he had told her about his job. We laughed a little too much about some of those stories, the wine obviously rel