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Authors Note: This is the fifth chapter in the continuing story of Mike Moore, whose life was turned around while returning home from a crossdressing outing in Las Vegas as Rachel. If you have not read the first three chapters 'Rachel - Crossing the Line I / II / III / IV' you may be a bit lost with Rachel's motivations and the story line, a lot has happened to her in the first chapters! No one edited this chapter for me and as much as I was flamed for mentioning the file editing of Theresa Carter, I'm sure I'll get it for NOT having her edit this. I still highly recommend any would be authors out there to have their stories edited. Theresa is a joy to work with, is a very talented author in her own rights, and can be contacted at this site. You're a doll Theresa! This should go without saying, but for legal purposes this story is pure fiction! This story contains original works of authorship that are protected under U.S. and international copyright laws. Any use of this story without the authors consent is in violation of copyright laws and damages may be assessed to the offending party. Any similarities to actual persons living or not are purely coincidental. If you have questions about the use of this story please contact me. Thanks, I hope you enjoy this offering - Rachel Rachel - Crossing the Line V ? by: Rachel M. Moore November 20th 3:47 AM I was still coming down from the sexual high I was on as I swabbed the cum inside my panties, trying in vain to get them dried. I tried to envision Tony taking me to the edge and beyond for the tenth time as I wet a small wash cloth. I had to wipe my legs from where my own juices had trickled down them and some had dried. If I felt I had more time, Tony was waiting for me in the living room whilst I tidied myself up, I would have considered taking a shower. Maybe he would join me - was that even a possibility? When I was satisfied that I had done enough wiping, drying, and cleaning, it was time to get dressed again. My panties were still damp and in my hurry to get in here to clean myself up I had left my clothes in a heap in the living room. I looked over my make-up and it definitely needed touching up, only problem was my purse was out in the living room with all my clothes. Why me? Why is it I feel so clueless sometimes? Why didn't I gather up my clothes? At least grab my purse! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Augh! I slid the still moist panties on and tucked my clit back gently, it was a little sensitive still from all Tony had done to me. I turned around to get a view of my ass and noticed a small red mark partially covered by the leg band of my panties. I pulled it to the side to reveal a very large and deep hickey. Oh My God! It was huge! How did he do this to me? Duh! Somewhere during the occasional spankings, virtually lifting me of my feet onto the pool table by my panties, the finger fucking of my boy pussy, and the rubbing of my swollen little clit till it exploded in wave after pleasurable wave of cum - Tony could have done plenty of things. I quickly pulled my panties down and searched for more marks. Nothing, thank goodness. I parted my ass cheeks slightly and saw something on the inside of my thigh, close to the bottom curves of my ass - another hickey! This one was smaller, though no less blazing red on my smooth milky white skin. Shit! I chuckled to myself and pulled my panties back up, laying my clit gently back between my legs again. Damn he was good. Never felt him doing that! OK, time to... Time to what? Go get my clothes? Continue with Tony ? that idea had definite merit. I looked at myself long and hard in the mirror and primped my hair as best I could. I'd just go back to the living room, see what Tony was doing, see if I could get my clothes, and... Then what? Was I in control or was he? Brad and his fucking "You control everything..." bullshit! Damn! I turned and left the bathroom, hoping to sneak a peek into the living room to decide what Tony had planned for the rest of this evening, which really was early morning. At the door I peeked around and didn't see Tony. I decided I to get dressed first and slinked over to my skirt and slip still in a pile by the pool table. I quickly pulled them both on and adjusted the skirt. I brushed my sweater slowly over the edge of the skirt and was happy he hadn't gotten that article of clothing off of me too. I picked up the panty hose and gaffe I had laid beside the pool table and looked around the room. My shoes and purse were at the table, but where was Tony? I crossed the still and quiet room to the dinning room table, picking up my 3" heels and wiggling in to them. Still no Tony? I stuffed my pantyhose and gaffe into the little black purse I had brought. I looked back toward the bedroom and wondered if he was on the bed and I just didn't notice him as I walked out of the bathroom. Then I saw a foot dangling from one of the couches. Slowly I crept to the couch and heard Tony's slow rhythmic breathing, he was asleep. Was I gone that long that he fell asleep? I figured I was only in the bathroom maybe ten minutes. Now what? Wake him or get out of here? For half a second I considered hiking my skirt up and straddling him right there on the couch - bring him and that large tool he had stashed in those shorts back to life! That idea flew out the window pretty quick though, I could tell my energy level wasn't up to the challenge of a long sex session, no, better to write a little note and see about repaying him for a wonderful evening later. Hell, it was almost 4:00 AM! I scanned the room for some paper, but didn't see anything. I didn't have anything in my purse I could write with anyway. Fuck this! I looked down at Tony sleeping so peacefully and couldn't resist kissing him lightly on the forehead. He moved slightly and I froze. He slowly rolled away from me and I decided it was time to leave. I was leaving just a little disappointed that I didn't get to... Movement on the balcony startled me and my heart skipped a beat. It was Nick and I wondered how long he had been there. He slowly walked into the room and nodded toward the dinning room table. I tried to smile, but it was weak as I made my way to join him away from Tony. "He does not wake easily, though I'm sure if you were to try you could get him to rise," Nick said smiling, probably thinking that his little pun would be lost on me. "I... I think it's time for me to leave actually," I whispered, and clutched my purse a little tighter. "Yes, of course. Did you enjoy yourself this evening?" he said with just the slightest hint of challenge in his tone. He wasn't whispering and I glanced toward the couch where Tony was sleeping. What was this guys game? His boss was less than fifteen feet from us and I felt like he was pressing me, like I was some kiss and tell type. I was feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden and just wanted out of here. "Yes, I did enjoy tonight. I'm pretty tired, so... I think I'm ready to leave," I said still whispering and stretching a half smile across me face. "Your needs were met this evening?" he said with a straight face. "Fuck you!" I shot back. Startling myself with the force and conviction I had mustered to fire back at Nick. He was playing with me and I was in no mood to be messed with and not knowing where the boundaries were in this situation anyway I had had just about enough. "Look, I... I don't know what your problem is right now, but I'm sure I could get Tony to straighten it out. I doubt he would to pleased to find out you were watching us this evening and I doubt he would like your attitude right now." I took a short breath and realized I was on a roll. "Call me a cab and I'll just be on my way." I could feel the adrenaline pumping, anxiety gripped my heart, and my mind was racing. I just threatened the 'Tony' card, not even sure if it would trump this asshole or not. The part about watching us earlier was a guess. Nick starred at me for a moment as if contemplating how to deal with me. "The fees for your services tonight are determined by me. This is not a way to speak to your meal ticket," he said with just a touch of his Colombian accent shining through. He reached for my arm as if to guide me away from Tony put I pulled away. "Please..." he swept his arm toward the service entrance the chef and his staff had used to bring in our dinner tonight. "You will need to exit this way." And he turned to lead the way. I didn't give following him a second thought as he walked through the door nearest the dinning room, it led to a small kitchen area. There were two doors across the room and a kitchen island in the center of the room. He paused in front of door to our left. "You do not need to leave so quickly. There could be more money in this evening if you perform well." He took a step towards me. I back peddled three steps and bumped into a counter. I turned back toward the door we had come from and reached for the handle. Nick was at the door before I could even turn the knob. His hand pressed against the door as if to keep me from opening it. "Rachel, please... you must relax." and he tried to caress my face with his other hand. I pulled my face away and tried to turn the door handle, it was locked. I stepped back away from him and looked about the room. It was dimly lit and the counters were bare. I thought about searching a drawer for a knife or something, but decided to make a break for it via one of the other doors in the room. One of them had to be an exit question was which one. I made my break for the door on the left, it was the one Nick had been standing in front of, it had to be the way out of here. He moved quickly toward me as I pushed it open in a frantic attempt to get away. The room was dark and I couldn't see anything inside, it was the wrong door. I tried to close the door behind me but Nick pushed it open with very little effort. This caused me to fall back and I felt myself fall awkwardly over something, a chair I think. I tried to catch myself as I fell, but hit the floor hard letting out the slightest of whimpers. These high heels made any quick movements difficult to do anything but wiggle my ass as I walked. Before I could even think about getting back on my feet Nick was grabbing me and I heard the contents of my purse scatter as he man- handled me to my feet. He squeezed my arms tight, the pain freezing me as he spun me around. "Rachel... relax. It does not have to be like this," he said in a calm controlling voice from behind me now. "Get you hands off of me!" I barked with a much attitude as I could muster. I was scarred to death he was going to hurt me or worse. "Tony!" I screamed in such a girly voice that I wasn't sure it was even me that had screamed. Nick quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, "I think it better that you do not do that again or this will not end very well." He pulled my head back trying to make eye contact, "Do you understand me?" I couldn't speak. I just looked at him trying to comprehend what was happening. I tried to scream again but it came out muffled, my eyes wide open, and fear gripping me like I have never experienced before. "Relax now... I do not want to hurt you. Please." His hold on me relaxed some as I stopped struggling with him. "There... I am going to remove my hand from your mouth, do not try and scream." Nick slowly moved his hand from my mouth and rested it on my shoulder. His other hand still had a firm hold on my arm and was pretty tight. My world was spinning out of control right now and I needed to figure out how to get free. "What are you doing? What do you want?" I half- whispered in a pleading tone. "I want what any man wants Rachel. To get to know you better." "This isn't how it's done!" I protested slightly raising my voice. His hands caressed my arms and he leaned in like he was going to kiss my neck, "Ah, but a women like you Rachel. I have seen your kind before, driven to please and driven by the money." He placed a tiny kiss at my neck. "I have seen you take the pleasure and I know you must also enjoy pleasing. There is more money to be made this evening. I have much money I can pay you for your pleasures." I felt repulsed and stiffened against his advance. His hands moved to my shoulders and then back down my arms slowly. "I just want to go home..." A tear rolled down my face and I felt very ashamed for some reason. Nicks hands moved to my chest and began to knead my breasts. As quickly as he had started he stopped. He spun me quickly around, almost knocking me over, "What is this!" he said poking at my chest. The look on his face could have killed as he glared at me. When I didn't answer him fast enough he pulled my sweater up and tugged roughly at my bra. I felt him grope at my breast forms and about my chest. When he removed his hand he was holding one of the breast forms. "This is not real." He said in shock and dropped it to the floor. I could only stare back at him and pray he didn't hit me. I was frozen. He starred at me long and hard as if confused and unable to explain how he could have been deceived like this. How could I not be as complete as he thought? "The other door will take you to the service elevator. Leave now," he said speaking to me as if I was some sort of dismissed servant. He turned and walked to the door leading back into Tony's suite. He swiped a key card through a card reader and the lock clicked. He did not turn around to see if I was leaving before he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. It was very quiet and I didn't move for a couple minutes. It took some time to calm down enough to even turn on the light switch in the room. It turned out to be a small maids room and had a bed, desk and chair - the chair and I had already met. I quickly gathered up my purse and everything that had been spread all over the floor. I picked up my breast form and slid it back into place. Fuck you Nick! I can be as much a woman with these as without them. I paused to think that out a little more. No I couldn't. I wasn't shit without real breasts! I'm just some guy dressing up as a woman, a freak. STOP! Why do I do this? I flicked the light switch off and decided that this 'beat Rachel up' session could be held some other time. I needed to get the hell out of here. November 20th 12:15 PM The phone ringing in the kitchen woke me with a jolt. I thought about rushing to get it but decided they could just leave a message. I heard the answering machine beep and someone talking, but I had no idea who it was. I needed to get a phone in this room! Tracking down the cordless one was such a pain. I looked up at the ceiling, the mirrors told an ugly story - I looked like crap! The ride home in the cab was uneventful and I had paid an extra $5 to the cabby for letting me off in the parking garage so I could sneak in without anyone from the building seeing me. It was just after 5:00 AM when I basically collapsed on the bed. I don't even remember taking my clothes off. I felt as gross as I looked. I shuddered when I remembered how the evening ended, how Nick... No, don't go there. I rolled over and hugged a pillow tight. I wonder where Brad is... November 20th 1:06 PM The gurgle in my stomach and the sun eking in through the curtains made me roll over. I moved my legs about and felt the sheets tug at the stubble. Bet that's not the only thing I need to shave this morning. I looked over at the clock. Shit! It was past one o'clock in the afternoon. I looked up at the mirrors on the ceiling. "Good morning Mike... or is it Rachel today?" I said aloud. Augh! I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet and decide to just piss standing. It was a convenience thing. Of course if I were committed to this life change I should be disciplined enough to play by the rules. Here we go! The battles were already beginning with myself and I haven't been awake for more than a couple minutes! Fuck. I stopped mid-stream. God damn-it! I turned around and sat on the toilet, finishing my morning pee the way I knew I should and when was finished I toilet papered my little clit, really getting into the mindset. Nice job Rachel, such a good little girl I thought sarcastically. I grabbed a towel, squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush, and pulled a fresh razor out of the medicine cabinet - it's shower time baby! I looped the towel over the shower stall door and turned the water on. Time to get lost in the soothing water. After lathering up and shaving my legs, under my arms, and even what little growth had occurred on my face I decided to go bolder, I looked at the tight feminine vee-shape pubic hair just above my clit and decided to go for it, bold is better! When I was finished there was nothing left but smooth skin. It looked so naked, but now it was so much more sensitive to the touch. I felt my clit begin to swell as I ran my hands over the smooth shaven skin. My little clit jumped to attention and began to twitch. I moved in and out of the stream of water as I gently wrapped it in my hand, caressing it like I had so many times in the past. Each stroke became more urgent as I could feel and sense the climax approach. I looked down at my little clit, swollen and red, my hand gliding up and down it. The smooth skin all around it, the sensations I was creating now, my mind began to drift. Thoughts of Tony clouded my mind and how he had taken me to the edge and how I now wish I could have had his cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, please him, glide my lips down his shaft and feel the undeniable power in the explosion of his cock deep in my throat. I felt my own eruption of pleasure begin. I watched as the first spurts of my seed shot out and into the stream of water from the shower head, lost quickly down the drain before the main explosion of cum shot harmlessly into the wall of the shower, the glob of cum running down the wall before I could even react to grabbing it. I milked my clit a little longer, slowly now, and stopped as it began to retreat in my hand. As fast as I had worked myself in to a frenzy is as fast as I was left feeling empty. Why was it like this? Guilt? Guilty pleasures not being as satisfying as those of a more... what was I thinking? A more loving pleasure? Fuck that! I think guilt and sex shouldn't mix, time to think about other things. I finished off my 'guilty' pleasure session by washing my hair. I wanted it to be just a little longer and then maybe I would get a perm or do something more 'bold'. I chuckled as I applied the cream rinse, yeah I need to be more 'bold'. Right! I'm such a chicken shit about this new life choice I'm afraid to fart without getting permission. I need to take more control of my... SHIT! I'm not sure how 'Global Access Cable' popped into my mind, but it did. I quickly realized I had fucked up. I hadn't called in to work and quit or at least said I was sick again like yesterday. Damn! That one tie to my old life as Mike Moore just wouldn't take care of itself. I quickly finished up and toweled off. I wrapped my hair tight in another towel and with one wrapped around my chest went to the kitchen to make the call I had been dreading. November 20th 1:58 PM "Global Access Cable how may I direct your call?" It was Julie. She was an older woman who had worked there since the place opened back in 1993. She was like everyone's mom and a major pain at times, "Hi Julie..." I began but was interrupted. "Mike? Mike, where have you been? We've all been so..." and in the background I could hear her whispering to someone, "Go get Bob, it's Mike," then in her normal tone "worried about you! John's been to your place a couple times and it doesn't look like you've been home. What's going on?" She paused to take a breath "Bob called your parents this morning and they hadn't heard from you, so your mom is worried sick. Have you... wait a second..." the line went silent for a moment. "Mike?" It was Bob and he sounded worried. "Hey Bob. Man, I'm sorry I have you all worried and all. I... I have been thinking for some time now that ... well, I need to find a different line of work and you know, you've been so good to me and I... I'm sorry to just quit like this, but I just can't come back to work." And I clenched my teeth waiting for the world to stop spinning. "Mike? Are you OK? Is there something wrong? Your parents are awful worried, where are you?" "I'm fine Bob, really. I'm in Vegas and will pop by my parent's place a little later. I promise I'll call them right after I hang up." I tried to sound convincing. "I feel like something's wrong Mike, John has been trying to track you down since Friday. He said you didn't make it to the bar and your mail and newspapers are piling up." He was pressing and not willing to let it go. "Honestly, I'm fine. I'm in Vegas, I'm staying with a friend who's kind of down on her luck and... well I'm just seeing life a little differently now and I need to make some changes." "Mike, listen, you've got some vacation on the books. How about you take that time and really soul search what it is you need to do. Get back to me in a couple weeks, your job will still be here. I can't just accept that over the course of four days your life has completely flipped upside down like this and I can't accept you quitting on me like this over the phone. Really, take the time and call me in a few weeks." He said pressing hard again. "It's not..." and I thought better of arguing with him. He was basically like my second father and had looked out for me since hiring me out of high school I couldn't just walk away so coldly, "OK, I'll take the time off. I promise I'll call my folks. Thanks Bob, I really appreciate all you've done for me." "No problem Mike, take it easy son. We'll see you in a few weeks." "Sure Bob, Thanks again. Bye now." And I hung up before he had a chance to say anything else. Whew! I guess that could have been worse. John prowling around my house looking for me wasn't what I wanted to hear - that was a problem. He was a good friend and I guess I'd be doing the same thing if he just up and disappeared without a trace. If there was one thing I knew for certain about John - he didn't give up without a fight. It didn't matter what it was, he always won out and if he was looking for me I had to believe he would find me. Damn it! I'd have to talk with Brad about this, of course he was going to be pissed about me not cutting the ties to my old life like he has asked. Whatever! I placed the cordless back in its cradle and pushed the 'Play' button on the answering machine. It rewound for what seemed like forever! "Beeeeeep... Hi Rachel." The voice sounded kind of reserved, it sounded like Lisa. "I just wanted to call you this morning and say how sorry I was about last night. I know you said not to worry about it, but I felt bad this morning and had to call. By the way, Todd really liked the teddy. He was pretty cute. Call me later." And in a machine voice "Tuesday 10:18 AM". A few more clicks "Beeeeeep ... Hey Rach... just checking in. Call me. If you saw the news I just want you to know it's not as bad as they made out to be, I'm fine. Heard you were out last night with Tony. Good, I've got some more good news about that. Call me." The metallic voice chimed in " Tuesday 10:33 AM". A few more clicks and the final message played "Beeeeeep... This message is For Rachel Moore. This is Dr. Hanson's office calling to confirm your appointment for a consultation today at 6:30 PM. If you have questions or need directions please call us at the office. Again, just confirming your consultation appointment for tonight at 6:30 PM, Thanks." The machines voice spoke again, "Tuesday 12:15 PM". What? I pushed rewind and had to listen to part of Brad's message again to get the last one. I had questions about his message, but I only wanted to hear the last message from the doctor again. I know Brad said my appointment with the plastic surgeon was on Wednesday. How could it be today? I didn't have an appointment today! Tomorrow I had an appointment, not today. Shit! Dr. Hanson? I opened the kitchen drawer closest to the phone and pulled the local phone book out. It took a few minutes to find, but I found the number and called the doctor's office. The receptionist was very polite and she assured me that my appointment was indeed for today. When I asked when it had been made she paused, "Looks like Dr. Hanson marked it on the schedule this past Saturday. Your consultation appointment couldn't be for tomorrow because Dr. Hanson is leaving for a conference in Phoenix later tonight. I think around 10:00? No matter, did you want to cancel this consultation?" I said I would be there and hung the phone up. OK, I'm not going crazy, Brad said tomorrow. I just need to call Brad and get this figured out. I dialed his cell phone number. There was a 'click' after the third ring "Hello..." "Brad? Where the hell are you?" I blurted out, the frustration in my voice heavy. "Hey Rach... I'm at the police station right now and then I'm off to see the lawyers at HCC. Big mess right now and this isn't a good time to talk, can I call you on the way to HCC?" he asked. "Brad! My life is fucking falling apart and I can't deal with some of this shit by myself. I need to see you. Can you come by and get me when you are done there?" There was a noticeable pause. "Rachel, look whatever is going on I know you can handle it. I probably won't even get free till after eight tonight. Look, if you don't have plans for tonight I'll buy you dinner, pick you up at 8:30 PM, whacha say?" he was laying it on thick. My mouth was open and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Maybe he didn't understand me, I've got PROBLEMS! HELLO! I tried to speak calmly and with as little emotion as I could, "Brad, you need to get to a place where you can talk to me, so hang up and find someplace away from where you are and call me back. If you don't I may not be here after today." And as I finished I hung up the phone. It took almost five minutes before the phone rang, "Brad?" "Yes, but I'm not too happy with you at the moment Rach. What's the problem?" he sounded quite annoyed. Where do I begin? "OK, I was with Tony last night..." "How did it go?" he interupted. "Fine, fine I guess. Well NO! No it wasn't. I mean... Tony was fine, but Nick tried to force himself on me and I thought he was going... you don't want to know what I thought, but it wasn't..." "Rach, take a deep breath. I already know what happened with Nick. He told me he tried to get you to stay a little longer and you were not interested. He said that was it. If it wasn't I need..." "He's fucking lying! That bastard was all over me and I just wanted to go home! He touched me and... well it was very scary and he was really pissed... that asshole! Brad you have to believe me..." "OK, all right, take it easy," he said trying to get a handle on my ramblings. "I believe you, I do. I'll talk to him about it tonight I guess and see what he has to say. I'm sort of surprised to hear this because he seemed to be pleased with you and even included a hefty tip over and above what he thought were the services provided for the evening. I talked to Tony briefly and he seemed to be very impressed, except that you left without saying good-bye. Regardless, Nick can't pull that kind of shit and I will get to the bottom of it. I promise Rach, I'll let him know we don't play those games. I'll talk to Tony also." My pride was soothed a little by his willingness to stick up for me. Of course I was part of his meal ticket now, so he better get it figured out or I would be out of here! I smiled thinking about Tony being impressed with me, I wish I had... "Rach? You there?" "Yeah, I was just thinking about Tony. How much did we make?" I was anxious to know, like a kid waiting to unwrap a gift. "That's my girl. Well, there's the base rate of $200 per hour, so we made about $1000 for your time. Add to that a little pleasure time of $500, you'll have to tell me about what went on, Nick didn't explain it all that well. And the tip was $500. We walked away with an easy $2000 kid. After my cut that leaves $1400 all for you, I'll drop the cash off when I pick you up for dinner. What do you think?" he asked. I was amazed! What could I think! I spend a little time with a gorgeous guy, he wines me and dines me, he brings me to probably the best orgasm I have had in my life, and to top it all off I get PAID for this experience! I was speechless. "I take it you like the way this is unfolding?" Brad said after I was silent for longer than he thought I should have been. "Look Rach, I need to go, they are waiting to complete my statement from last night. I'll talk to you later." "Wait! No, I... I have a consultation with a Dr. Hanson today. You said it was tomorrow. I can't do this without you. You have to be there Brad," I was pleading and sounded almost whinny. "I can't Rachel. I'm heading over to work right after this to get grilled by our lawyers. You'll have to do this one on your own," he shot back. "I can't. I can't go in there by myself. What am I supposed to say? I don't know this guy." "Bill is a nice guy who's doing us a favor. Go, he'll take good care of you. As for what to say, what do want? Hey, call Lisa and see if she'll go with you." "No! I don't want to go with Lisa." I felt the pressure rolling on "I need you Brad. I just can't do this right..." I heard Brad saying he would be 'right there' away from the phone to someone. "Rachel, I have to go. You can do this, Bill will take care you I promise. I'll call him later, how's that?" "Brad... this isn't easy for me I just..." "Gotta go kid... I'll try and call you later. Nice job last night. Bye." The line went dead. Shit! This was not working out right, this isn't the way it was supposed to 'unfold' as Brad put it. Damn. I set the phone down and decided to get something to nibble on while I did my make-up, did my hair, and got dressed for my doctors appointment. November 20th 4:18 PM It took just over an hour and a half to finally feel like I was ready for Dr. Hanson. I pretty much knew what I wanted and would have to see just what he could do for me. I had a major case of the butterflies as I looked over my outfit. I was wearing a pair of jeans and one of the cute Polo T-shirts I had bought yesterday. The jeans were a little snug and cut differently than men's jeans. I liked the way they hugged my ass as I posed in the mirror. I had noticeable panty lines and thought about taking these simple white cotton panties off. Then decided this was the price I had to pay for the 'conservative' look I wanted to portray to the doctor. My bra was also white, rolling that 'conservative' look under my T-shirt. I just wish I now had a couple bras without any lace, that were simpler. I capped the outfit off by wearing my new Nike running shoes. Prefect! Since I had time to kill and the sun was out I decided to pull the recliner into the sun by the patios slider and chill. I grabbed the remote also and turned the TV on for background noise. Damn the sun felt good. November 20th 6:17 PM It only took ten minutes to get to Dr. Hanson's office, I found driving the Porsche much more fun this time, no heels to get in my way, but I really needed an automatic - not a sporty car I had to shift gears in. The parking lot was empty as I drove in and parked near the front door. As I walked to the front door I noticed the good doctors office hours were 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM. I had an appointment, so I wasn't to worried and Brad said Dr. Hanson was doing this as a favor for him anyway. I pulled at the door only to find it was locked. I cupped my hands onto the glass and tried to see around the corner of the waiting room. The door buzzed and I jumped back. Shit! My heart jumped to my throat! "Hello Rachel, come on in." a metallic voice sounded from a speaker near the door. I looked at the speaker to the left of the door and could see what probably was a camera next to it. Inside it was your basic doctors office reception area. Magazines littered the end tables, a large fish tank was in the center of the room, and a water cooler hummed quietly in the corner. I had heard one doctor had put a slot machine in his waiting room, but he was forced to remove it by the states gambling commission. I was feeling pretty nervous and chose a seat closest the door I had just came in. I didn't care what kind of message that might send I just wanted to get this over with. A door opened near the receptionist's desk and a man in a white coat approached me. I stood to great him and after the normal pleasantries and him insisting that I call him 'Bill' rather than Dr. Hanson, he presented me with a clipboard and some forms I needed to fill out. "Just come on back when you're done. I'll be in my office, last door on your right." And he left me to fill out the forms. They were basic medical history forms with questions about family illnesses, surgery, and check boxes for any ailments I might have had in my past. I was almost 7:00 PM before I was done and I headed back to his office. I caught him in the middle of opening a file and he looked over his glasses at me. "Ah, done so soon?" he said smiling and stood to take the clipboard from me. I smiled back. He scanned the first couple forms and looked up at me. "I'll need to get a few things worked up on you. I usually have a bunch of nurses around here to do all this stuff, so you'll have to give me some slack if I'm not as quick as they might be." He smiled again and asked me to follow him. We entered an exam room and he brought out a gown "I need you to take your clothes off and put this on. Then if you could give me a urine sample in this cup that would be great. I'll be back in a moment." I was a little confused, I mean I had never been to a plastic surgeon before, let alone any doctor dressed as Rachel, and he wanted to run tests? Wanted me to take my clothes off? "Ah, excuse me doctor..." "Bill, please just call me Bill." He replied. "Oh, OK, Bill... I'm a little unsure as to what we are... or I mean what it is you can do for me and I..." I let my confusion flow and flow and flow. If he didn't think I was an idiot before I began rambling then he must certainly think I was nutz by now. I talked for a good ten minutes and barely took a breath before jumping from one concern to another. I wanted to know what he was going to do, what should I do, how long would this take, side effects, and the list went on and on. I spelled out my wants and fears. I told him what I didn't like and what I thought was ideal and somewhere in all this I know I said something about really wanting 'breasts'. He patiently listened and when I seemed to run out of steam he spoke, "First I need to get an idea of what I'm dealing with. I need to run some simple tests here on your blood and also send your blood out for some more complex tests. The urine sample will tell me a lot about your body's makeup. After that, I'm really just going to take what you just told me, maybe make a few suggestions, and then we'll do a quick examination. From there you'll be calling the shots based on options I feel are feasible. Will that work for you?" Stupid! I felt so stupid right now. I nodded my head and took the gown and cup from him. He left and I went about doing as I was told. I sensed he was interested in my situation, so I was feeling a little more at ease. I striped down to my underwear and for a moment thought my bra and panties would be all right to leave on. Then I did the big 'Duh!' and removed my bra and the latex breast forms, figuring he would need to get a look at my chest. Would he need to look elsewhere? I didn't think so and left the stark white cotton thigh-high panties on. I hadn't worn the gaffe with these jeans, they were tight enough to hold my clit back - unlike when I wear a dress or skirt. I slipped the gown over my arms and did my best to tie it at the neck. I had just turned to sit in a chair when he knocked on the door. "Yes... I'm ready," I said tentatively. He entered the room with a tray and set it on the counter next to me. He washed his hands, put some rubber gloves on, and arranged things on the tray. "OK, you have a preference of arms?" he said turning toward me? I nodded 'No'. "Let's see what we have to work with." And he took my arms one at a time feeling for a vein or some sign he'd strike oil or whatever. He prepped my arm and expertly drew my blood into three vials. When he was done he made me hold my arm tight with some gauze and then applied a band-aide. "While I'm gone have a look at this book and we'll talk some more. I just need to run a few tests here and I'll be right back." He smiled, taking the blood and my cup of urine with him. I read the title of the book 'Breasts Become' it was written by some doctor and his wife. I flipped through the first couple chapters and studied the pictures of breast enhancement surgeries. I skipped a lot of the gory pages and was fascinated by the pictures of the women's before and after images. There were pictures of breast reduction surgeries, men with pectoral muscle enhancements, and even men in my situation. Incredible! I had just started reading a second mini-case study when Bill returned. "Pretty interesting stuff eh?" he asked. "I am amazed. You've done things like this?" I said with just a little too much awe. "Since 1982. Been pretty interesting work," he paused for a second "Would you mind taking off your gown and standing with your arms out to the side?" he demonstrated briefly, probably out of habit. Nothing like getting right down to business. I sheepishly did as I was told. I felt cold and very embarrassed all of a sudden. He walked around me, touching and gathering skin in various areas of my chest, under arms, and upper back. "You have great elasticity, your recovery time would be fairly quick." He raised my left arm above my head and felt my arm pit. "There are a couple ways we could do this, this being breast implants. One way is to go in from a small incision under your arm here by your arm pit and insert the implants this way, one small incision on each side. We could go in through the nipple." He ran his fingers over them, pulling at one gently and studying it close. "Or the traditional cuts under the breast and insert them up this way," he said pushing up on my chest. I remained speechless, I just wanted to get my clothes back on! He continued poking at me, "Each way has it's own benefits and drawbacks. I personally advise against doing this via the nipples. Hard to get the scars to lay right and there is absolutely no way to blend that scar. I always feel like the resulting scars are like neon on the breast. Here, look at what I mean." He grabbed the book from the chair I was sitting in and found a few examples. Only one of the four he showed me looked halfway decent and in each pair of breasts I looked at my eyes were drawn right to the scars. "I see what you mean, I don't think I like that much." And looked straight ahead, conscious that I was standing there in just my panties still. "I think we could go in the traditional way, but the few men I've done this on in the past all wanted to have their bottom ribs removed to help give them a more feminine shape. They didn't need to have this done, but it did give them better figures. I wouldn't do that with you, you're quite shapely." He paused for a moment to study the bottom of my rib cage and squeezed my waist with both hands. "Well, I don't know, you could go either way I guess, but..." he walked to my side and had me raise my arms, "No, you'd still have an excellent figure. What hormones does your doctor have you on now?" His question shocked me and I turned my head quickly to get a look at his face. 'Hormones' was he kidding? "I don't have a regular doctor and I'm not taking hormones." Now he looked surprised. "Really..." he grabbed his chart and looked at something on it, then wrote something down. "I must have missed that on the forms you filled out. Well, I can't be sure from the simple blood work I just did, but I'd be willing to bet that with just this much," he held his fingers barely apart signifying 'very little of the right hormones' you might not need implants. Have you considered hormone treatments before? I'm going to assume your ultimate goal is to have SRS ? Sexual Reconstructive Surgery?" I was at a loss for words. Had I considered hormones? Yes! But how was I to do that living as Mike? "Yes, I had thought about hormones, but in the past it was a little difficult to really explore that option. I hadn't considered SRS, but I know this is who I am so it is the logical next step." Why the hell did I sound all 'technical' about this? I would give anything to be all natural. I wanted to scream YES! Make me a woman! Give me hormones - give me breasts! He studied my face a moment. "Go ahead and put the gown back on. Tell me about the women in your family, both sides. Tell me how they are built, weight, facial features, breasts sizes, feet, anything you can remember or think might give me an idea of how they are built." For the next five minutes we talked about my mom and my two aunts. I described them as best I could and of great interest to Dr. Hanson, Bill, was frame and bosom size. I talked about my grandmother and great grandmother on both my parents' sides. I didn't know much about my dad's sister because she had died when I was around 6, but I think she was quite endowed. When I finished Bill was still writing on some paper. "Hmm..." he paused to consider what he was going to say next. "I think what I would recommend, at least for the next couple weeks, is we start you on a program of hormone therapy and see what we can get going naturally. What I hadn't realized is that you weren't already taking hormones, your blood work shows a heightened level of estrogen." My face scrunched a little with a concerned look. "Believe me, this isn't a problem Rachel. If I had to come up with matching the idea solution with the patient I would say hormones would get us the best possible outcome in your case. If SRS is your ultimate goal then you'll have to be on a program of hormone therapy anyway - no use in getting implants before we see what might just be helped along naturally." "But, I... so you are not going to do anything for me tonight?" Dr. Hanson's face lit up and he smiled broadly. "Rachel, getting breasts implants is not like going to get your oil change. I hope you didn't think you were going to walk out of here tonight with breasts." He was chuckling softly. I could feel my face flush, "No, of course not." I tried sounding as confident as I could. "I just thought you... you know would get me going in the right direction, that's all." "Well I think the right direction is hormone therapy and I'm also going to recommend that you see a psychiatrist." He paused to see if I would react, I was a little to numb and just looked blankly at him. "The reason for this is to help you deal with all the things that you are going to feel and will be going through. I have a name I'll give you before you leave. I'll call her if you want to prep her on what we are doing." I nodded in agreement. "Alright, then. Last thing I need to do is just give you a quick physical." He proceed to get me weighed, took my blood pressure, felt all around my neck, looked in my ears, checked my eyes, there wasn't anything he didn't look at. I began to wonder when he would stop. "Last couple things, I need to check your prostate and your genitals. Go ahead and stand for me Please. I need you to take your underwear off." He turned toward the counter and put another pair of gloves on. When he turned back toward me I still hadn't moved. "Rachel?" he asked looking at me as if something was wrong. I slowly reached under the gown and slid my panties down, stepping out of them and picking them up. I stood very still and rigid, holding the panties tight. I wanted to melt into the floor! He pulled a chair in front of me and sat, "Here," he lifted the gown "hold the gown up for me." I lifted the gown slowly and he did not hesitate reaching for my little clit. It had shrunk so pathetically that I wish he could have just lopped it off right here! He poked and pulled and asked me to turn my head and cough. "When you ejaculate is there much semen?" How the hell would I know! Is it a normal amount or does it trickle out? Fuck! I don't know, are there standards for this kind of thing? I didn't look at him and nodded, "I think that I'm normal... I guess." His touch was very sterile, it was obviously he wasn't out for a quick grope - Thank God! He released me, "Last thing. I need you to just lean over the table here, spread your legs for me." He turned around and picked up a tube of KY jelly and spread a liberal amount on his fingers. When he turned toward me he paused. He slowly ran a finger over my ass studying the hickey Tony had given me last night. "I take it you are sexually active?" Could this get any worse? What did he think, I sat on a curling iron? I nodded 'Yes'. He stopped rubbing the area of the hickey, "I hope you are protecting yourself Rachel." I nodded that I was. I couldn't speak. "Good. These are quite large and deep." He found the other smaller one lower on my ass. Great! I was sinking to a new low. I felt the cold of the KY as it touched my tight rosebud and he slowly worked the lubricant around and in. "Just relax..." and he pressed a finger slowly in. I felt extreme pressure as his finger found what it was looking for and though I had just peed in a cup for him I felt like I was going to pee all over the floor if he kept pressing around on my prostate so hard. I shifted slightly. "Almost done..." and the pressure subsided. He pulled his finger almost all the way out and then slid it in again, but this time he seemed to be feeling for something different. I stiffened as he pulled his finger out all the way out. He wiped his hands on a paper towel and then ran a finger over my rosebud again, stretching it from side to side. "Everything seems to be in order." And I heard him remove his gloves. For the briefest of moments I thought he was going to... Never mind! He handed me a few tissues to wipe with and when I was done I put my panties back on. He didn't seem interested in what I was doing, so I reached for my jeans thinking I could get dressed. "Just a second. Have a seat, I'd like to run something by you. I'm going to write you a prescription for a couple of things, two different hormones to start. This should give us a good indication of whether your body is interested in producing it's own breasts. This may take a little time," he paused to check something on my chart, "but I'm guessing your body will respond positively." I just nodded slightly and he continued looking me straight in the eyes, "Side effects should be minimal. Mild cramping and some sexual dysfunction, at least these are a few things in men taking female hormones have reported. You should notice a few other differences, your hair may lighten in areas, possibly your voice might change, muscle mass may diminish, weight gain due to water retention, and a few other things you can read about in this pamphlet." He paused as a slight smile crept to my face. I wanted to laugh - 'my muscle mass may diminish'? What muscles? I nodded that I understood what he had said so far. He continued, "It's possible you will not be able to ejaculate or be able to obtain a full erection. You may also find that you are a little more tired over the first couple days of taking the hormones, but that should wear off as your body becomes accustomed to the increased estrogen in your blood stream. Any questions, you've been pretty quiet?" "A... no, none that I can think of at the moment." It was a lie and I was wondering why I couldn't put my clothes back on. "You don't seem to positive about that," he said smiling. I just shrugged my shoulders a little. "OK then, well, I think this is a good start. If we can't get the results you want naturally then we'll go to plan 'B' which is to explore implants. Regardless, I wouldn't even recommend implants without first going the hormone route. Now, what I wanted to run by you was there may be a way to speed up this process." His face became serious and all I could do was stare back at him. "In some individuals it is possible to jump-start this process by injecting a small amount of a special growth hormone directly into the breasts. This combined with the hormones you'll be taking have in most cases moved things along with little or no adverse side effects." My eyes were a little wider now, "You mean like giving me a shot right in my chest?" Had I heard him right? Was this what he meant? Stick a needle into my tits? He nodded slightly, "I'm not going to lie to you, it might be a little painful, but by the weekend you should have an idea of whether or not the hormones are going to work. If you choose not to do this it could take up to two weeks to see any results of the hormone treatments, at least as far as breast growth is concerned. I know it sounds awful, but I can numb the areas I need to inject and it should go pretty quick. It's really up to you, no pressure." Damn! Shots in my chest! Augh! No Thanks! I thought about it some more and knew that I had come in expecting a miracle of sorts - walking out of here with breasts. I know that wasn't a very realistic expectation to cling to, but now I was faced with leaving here disappointed. I had subjected myself to Dr. Bill's pokes and prods only to leave with a prescription for some magic beans? Hormone pills essentially. Fuck! "Fine. I'll do it, but only if it's not done through the nipples," I all but whispered. Dr. Hanson smiled, assuring me 'No Nipples' would be harmed in this procedure and that the areas for the injections were around the circumference of the breasts, eight injections total. I had to take my gown off again and lay on the examining table. I felt very naked in just my panties and Dr. Hanson must have sensed this, he draped the gown over my midsection. He explained again what it was he was going to do, showing me first a distilled water vial and then the actual growth hormone vial he was going to use. He felt my chest looking for the right places and made eight little marks with a pen on my chest. Next came the cold antiseptic wipe and he was ready to begin. I gripped the table tight, but he told me to relax. Yeah right! Fucking relax when he was going to stick me! Get real. "Rachel, you need to relax these muscles for me," he said lightly tapping my chest, "If you don't it's going to be tougher to get this done and you may experience some bruising." Oh yeah! Bruising was at the top of my list of worries right now. I tried to relax as best I could. Dr. Hanson sprayed some kind of cold liquid onto my chest, pushed two fingers into the area he sprayed and slowly glided the needle into the upper part of my left breast. At first I didn't feel anything but the pressure he was applying. Then I felt the bite of the needle and the warmth of the liquid. My eyes began to water a little and I felt kind of foolish, but damn it kind of hurt. I think the hormone mixture being injected, a small amount by all accounts, into an area not expecting to accommodate excess liquid is what hurt the most. I think I could feel my breast expand. Maybe I'm nuts though? Before I could get comfortable ripping the sides of the examination table with my nails he was done with the left side of my chest. That was fast I thought. He was pretty good at this. I did feel the other three injections, but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be, had he numbed my chest somehow? He repeated the process on the right and within five minutes I was gingerly clasping my bra and adjusting the breast forms. I had trouble pulling the Polo T-shirt over my head and I felt mild burning in my chest. Dr. Hanson assured me this was normal and should wear off in an hour. He gave me strict instructions - no hot baths or showers for 24 hours and no heating pads or creams. I could take just about any over the counter pain reliever and other than that I shouldn't have any other limitations. The last thing he did was to give me a couple days worth of hormone samples. They were samples of the same two that he had prescribed and he directed me to take one of each tonite with dinner if I hadn't already eaten, then repeat three times a day with food. He asked if I had any questions, which I didn't ? at least yet, but that would change if by tomorrow I hadn't sprouted huge breasts over night! I giggled to myself. When I finished tying my shoes Dr. Hanson walked me the waiting room. I had made it! Yeah, it hurt and I was a little sore now, but if it got things moving quicker I was all for it! Dr. Hanson gave me his card and told me to call his on-call nurse should I have any problems tonight, explaining he was on his way to Phoenix tonight and would like to see me next week to see how things were progressing. I said I would call and make an appointment and thanked him again for all he was doing. He assured me it wasn't a problem and watched me as I walked to my car. I waved as I drove away - this was going to be so cool! November 20th 9:10 PM As I pulled into traffic I hadn't realized it was so late. Crap! It was after nine. It didn't seem like I had been with Dr. Hanson that long. Brad was supposed to pick me up at 8:30 and we were going to go out to dinner. I was over a half-hour late. I wasn't too concerned with needing to change or anything, I just didn't want to be late, I hate being late. Of course Brad did have a key to the condo, so he was probably just waiting there for me. I made pretty good time getting back to the condo, which was really my 'home' now. As I pulled into my parking stall I tapped the front bumper of the Porsche against the concrete wall. Augh! I was still getting used to this car, wish I had my little Miata. My baby! I frowned at myself in the mirror as I checked my hair and makeup. I needed to touch things up before, I noticed the stall next to me was empty, that meant Brad wasn't here. I was so excited to see him and to tell him all about what had happened to me at Dr. Hanson's office, funny that a doctor would want his patients to call him by his first name. I don't know, I just couldn't say 'Yeah Bill, just stick some needles into my tits buddy!'. Was it as patients we don't want to get personal with our doctors or what? Whatever! I pushed the door open and felt a pain in my arm and chest. Ouch! Damn, I gingerly swung my legs out and just sat there a few seconds. God that hurts! Not wanting to make that mistake again I bumped the door shut with my hip and clicked the alarm. The lights flashed twice. I think I need some aspirin or something. The ride up the elevator seemed to take longer than normal and as I exited onto my floor it struck me how quiet the building was. I jingled my keys as I stuck them in the lock and opened the door. The condo was dark except for some light coming from the bedroom, guess I left the bathroom light on. I walked to the kitchen and flicked the light on. Ah... home at last. The answering machine light was blinking, probably Brad saying he was going to be late. I hit rewind and decided to get something to snack on and take my first dose of the hormones Dr. Hanson had given me. I had really wanted to celebrate taking them over dinner with Brad, but the way I was beginning to feel I was glad to be here alone right now. I grabbed a couple pieces of cheese and an apple from the refrigerator, think I need to go shopping soon. The tape stopped and began playing "Beeeeeep... Rachel, before you go getting all pissed at me I wanted to say I'm sorry I'm late. I guess one of the men I shot last night died a little while ago and someone at the police station thought it would be a good idea to talk with me about it again. Anyway, I'm sorry I'm not there. Hope everything went well with Bill. DO NOT call me, I'll call you later." The metallic voice said, "Tuesday 8:46 PM". Oh shit! Unpleasant thoughts began to race through my mind. Brad was the glue that held this all together! I couldn't do this without him, especially since I had just gone farther than was possible to turn now, my chest aching a little more now. His 'shooting people' last night was going to fuck everything up. No! Damn it Brad! The machine 'clicked' a few times and I heard, "Tuesday 8:00 PM", 'click' -"Tuesday 7:38 PM", 'click' - "Tuesday 7:10 PM". No messages, just hang-ups? Then "Beeeeeep... Hi, I'm looking for Mike Moore. I got this number from our caller ID system when he called work today. Could you please have him call me, my name is John and he should know the number. Thank you." The message was followed by "Tuesday 6:21 PM". My heart froze. I knew who it was as soon as he started talking. NO! God not this! If John knew the phone number it was only a matter of time before he figured out the address connected to the phone number. All John needed was to do some internet reverse phone number look up shit and he would have my address. Fuck! How could this have happened? I had used the 1-800 number to call into work today - could they have traced the number that way? I am so fucking stupid. Brad is going to kill me. I could only pray the number was unlisted and by just having it didn't give him any clues as to where I was. Hell, we weren't that good of friends that he now had to hunt me down? Shit! Shit! SHIT!! I grabbed the cordless and for a split second thought about calling Brad. Of course he was up to his neck in problems already, so I had better pass on that. What if I called John and said... the phone rang and I about dropped it. Augh! I pressed the 'Answer' button "Hello..." I spoke tentatively. "Good evening Rachel, how are you tonight?" "Nick?" "I am so pleased you remembered me," he paused for affect, "I can only hope you will forgive my manners last night." He was smug, I could hear it dripping in his voice. "What do you want Nick." And as soon as I said that I got a flashback from last night and the shit he put me through. "Ah, you are quite the business woman. To the point, very well. Mr. Bennito will be leaving for Columbia tomorrow morning and was wondering if you were free this eve..." "No, I'm not free. I feel like shit Nick and if Tony wants to talk to me you can just have him call." I wasn't going to put up with this bastard's shit again, fuck him! "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear..." and I hung the phone up. Screw you Nick! Yeah, you paid me, you and your bullshit about 'setting the fees'! FUCK YOU! Tony is a big boy, if he wants to ask me out let him call. I took a bite of my apple and just stared at the phone. I was almost willing it to ring, hoping Nick would call back so I could tell him what I thought of his macho bullshit act last night. When it didn't ring after a minute I stopped looking at it and grabbed a glass, threw a couple ice cubes in it and turned the tap on. Time to get this show on the road I thought. I pulled the samples Dr. Hanson had given me from my purse and stared at the two pills in my hand. No turning back now - I'm way over the line anyway! They both went down easily. To Be Continued