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Caught with Consequences Pt V
By Teaser
And so it went for a while. Debbie would tell me to come
over. I'd prepare myself. Show up. She'd dress me up, which
ever way suited her fancy. I must admit she was great when
it came to taste in clothes. One week I'd be a secretary,
in a cute little business suit. The next, a party girl, in
sleek black mini dress. Then a glamorous party queen, in a
fabulous gown. One time I was even a hooker, in a latex
micro mini skirt and leotard. God - those heels were at
least six inches.
It took me hours to get all the makeup off. We'd have a
fine dinner and some fancy wine. We'd watch movies - always
chick flicks, her choice. We'd do each other's hair and
nails. We'd talk, we'd laugh. When I arrived as a male, she
was contrite, demanding and to the point. Then as soon as I
began transforming, so would she. She'd become like a big
sister to me. She'd teach me, guide me, help me. I think I
was falling in love with her. At the very least, I was
becoming obsessed.
Also at the very least this whole situation was wrecking my
ego. And seriously fucking up my brain. I wanted so badly
to spend time with her. The only I could, was to let her
dress me up. To deny who and what I was. But, again, I had
to be with her. Hear her laugh, listen to her voice. Part
of me ignored my guilty feelings at dressing up. I'd
rationalize it away. I wasn't doing anything wrong. She was
making me do it. She was blackmailing me. But it wasn't
true. We both knew it. For her it was a game. For me, I'm
not sure what it was. I guess it was just an opportunity to
spend time with a woman who was obviously out of my league.
I'd never been very good with girls. Never had much luck.
Never dated much. I was uncomfortable around girls. I could
never figure out what they wanted, never could play the
'game'. With Debbie - the 'game' was easy. She made up the
rules. And I followed them. It was easy, for the most part.
It sucked having to wear long sleeve shirts all the time,
and long pants during the warm summer. But other than that,
it was some how very thrilling. Almost dangerous.
We went on like this for a while. Once, maybe twice a week.
There were times when we didn't get together for weeks at a
time. Mostly when her parents were in town. Apparently she
still didn't trust me enough to invite me to her apartment.
Debbie definitely had some issues. And I was no closer to
finding out what they were. During these off times, she
would corner me at work and tell me what to wear that
evening. Then we'd spend the night either on line or on the
phone. At work - she avoided me like the plague. Like most
of the office people did to us network techs. That is
unless something was broke. At home, dressed up, we were
rapidly becoming best friends. Or should I say best 'girl
friends'. At least I thought so.
But, over the course of months that our little 'affair' was
happening, I was also going nuts. I wasn't getting any
sexual release. I no longer went out with the guys. I was
too busy pandering to Debbie's whims. I no longer pursued
other girls. I was obsessed. My life seemed to hinge on
her. I was a nervous wreck when I wasn't with her. I
wondered if I was becoming bi-polar or something.
It became clear to me I had to do something. And do it
soon. The only problem was there was nothing I could do. I
could refuse to see her, call her bluff. But then I might
not see her again. I could give her an ultimatum - either
we go all the way in this relationship, or I was out. But
then again, I might never see her again. In the end, I did
the only thing I could. I asked her for help.
It was the usual Friday night at her place. She looked
fabulous. She wore a breath-takingly tight, shiny turquoise
leotard, and matching tights. Cut very high on the thigh,
very low in the front, and there was no back. She had me in
a little black spandex dress, and sheer black hose.
Naturally we both wore high, high heels. Underneath, I was
strapped into the corset. I was getting a little more used
to the damn thing, but it was still a chore to wear. She
always laced me up with a vengeance. We had finished a very
nice lobster dinner she cooked for us. I didn't eat much.
You couldn't in this corset. While I did the dishes, she
surfed the TV for a movie. Always her choice.
When I finished, I came out to the TV room. I took my usual
place on the sofa next to her. We watched a movie for a
while. I slid over next to her, and gradually laid my head
on her shoulder. I was in heaven. Then I began to cry. I
tried to stop, but couldn't. I tried to hide it, but I
couldn't. I could tell she knew. But she ignored me for a
while. Then put her arm around me, to comfort me. I kept
sniffling.
Eventually she asked me, "What's wrong?"
I was silent for a moment, then I began to ramble on.
"I can't keep doing this anymore. I can't keep being just
your toy. It's killing me to be this close to you, but not
able to go any further. I think I may be falling in love
with you. But the only time you respond to me is when I
become this 'girl' you created. You don't seem to want me,
or even like me. Just this little doll you dress up and
play with. But I'm not a doll. I'm a person. I have
feelings. What about my feelings?"
She was silent. She hugged me tighter. Then we went back to
watching the movie. I hoped she wasn't thinking of a way to
dump me.
As the movie finished, she began to speak, still holding
me. "I guess you're right. I haven't been very fair to you.
I've been enjoying having you as my girl friend for so
long, I guess I never thought about what I was doing to the
male you. It's been so long since I've had a good friend I
could be close too, and as a girl, you've been just great.
As a man, I must admit, I'm not really attracted to you.
You're not my type at all. But I'd hate to lose your
friendship. What do you think we should do?"
I gathered my thoughts for a few moments. "I don't mind
dressing up for you. I love spending time with you. I've
never had a relationship with a woman like this before."
At that, she started laughing and said, "No, I imagine
not."
I laughed along with her. "What I mean is, we're friends.
Good friends. It's just being a woman part time is messing
with my head. When I look at an attractive girl, I start
wondering about her fashion statement. And that can't be
right."
"I see what you mean." She said, and then continued. "But
I'm in a bind here also. If I let you go, and you decide to
be a man full time, then I lose my friend. If I keep you as
a girl, then you go nuts and I lose my friend also."
We watched some more in silence.
After a while she said, "I have an idea. I don't know if it
will help or not, but it might be worth a try."
I was all ears.
"Perhaps we need to put this forced feminization issue
behind us. You know, that way we can start fresh. No one
doing anything against their will. We end this, and then
see if we can still be friends on our own."
"How do we do that? I haven't felt like I've been forced to
do this for a long time. I realize you're the dominant one
in this relationship, but I don't believe you would ever
hurt me."
She responded, "I don't really have tapes of you. I mean,
the surveillance tapes run on a loop, so they're constantly
being taped over. I've got today, and that's probably it.
So that's not an issue. I think we need something that
symbolizes your choice to do this. To prove to both of us
you're here of your own free will."
"But I am here of my own free will." I argued.
"I know, but still, I think we need to do one more thing
first."
Now I was getting a little worried.
"I've always been careful of your limits. In the beginning
I pushed you, some times hard. But I've never asked you to
do anything you I didn't think you could handle. You know
like have sex with a male, or something. But now I think I
need to push you one more time. Past your limits. We had
both sat upright by this time, facing each other on the
couch. I'd noticed this over the last few months. Girls
face each other when they speak, while guys face anything
but each other - the TV, the bar, anything."
Then she dropped the big one. "I want to take you out
dressed up."
"WHAT!?!?!?!" I was flabbergasted. "You want me, to dress
up, and go out in public? What if some one recognizes me?
What if I get caught?" I went into panic mode.
"Relax, you've been doing great lately. You're more than
qualified to graduate from my charm school. As long as you
watch your voice, and we go some place way out of the way,
I don't think any one could tell you're really a man."
"I don't know about this, this... this really scares me."
I hadn't been this nervous with her since our first dress
up date.
"I know it scares you. That's why I want to do it. Prove to
me that you will do it because I ask, not because I
threaten you."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. "You won't just
believe me if I say so?"]
She paused for a few minutes. Then she continued. "I have a
very hard time trusting people. I've had experiences I'm
not ready to share with you as a girl or a man. Let's just
say I've been burned, very badly, by trusting people. I
need proof."
"So what happens if I agree?"
"Then we go out have some fun, a few drinks. And we come
back."
"No I mean with us."
"Well, I can't make any promises, but I think it would help
me trust you as a friend and a male."
"It would mean that much to you?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Then I guess I'll have do it. One thing, please be careful
with me?" I was pleading with my eyes.
"Of course I will."
And with that she took my face in her hands. She looked
deep in my eyes. And she kissed me on the lips. It wasn't
quite sexual, but it was definitely more than girl friend
to girl friend kiss. I melted into her arms and we hugged
for what seemed like hours. I just held on.
After a while she said, "It's getting late, and we've got a
big night tomorrow. Better go home and get some rest. I'll
take care of everything."
"You have something in mind already?" I asked.
"Yes, I've been toying with this idea for some time, I just
didn't know how to broach the subject."
Well that certainly made me feel good. Here I thought I was
making progress, and she was scheming behind my back.
"There's a night club two counties over, that has a 'Girl's
Night' ever other Saturday. I read about it in the paper
and a friend of mine said her and some friends went once.
They said it was fun. A quiet little place, nice and dark
atmosphere. There's even a drag queen show. Sounds perfect
to me. What do you think?"
"I think I'm scared to death to do this, but if you think
it will help our relationship, then let's go for it."
"Great! I know just the outfit for you! I'll even pick it
up myself. Be over early tomorrow, say four-ish and we'll
have the full treatment!"
So we said our goodbyes, yet again. I went home and
straight to bed. I was emotionally drained. I had fitful
nightmares of being caught in drag. In grade school, in
high school. On the Jerry Springer Show. At work. I woke up
sweating so badly, I removed my pantyhose and slip and
slept nude. By morning I was a nervous wreck. Then I waited
for 4:00pm like a man on death row.
I arrived at Debbie's house on time. I'm always prompt.
Even to my own execution. Debbie was wearing a sweatshirt,
bike shorts and sneakers. Nice ass, proudly displayed in
spandex! I was used to seeing her dressed for work, or all
gussied up for our games. I'd never seen her look so
casual. She looked wonderful. Very approachable. Like the
proverbial 'Girl Next Door'.
"Come on in, I was thinking a nice, luxurious bubble bath
before we get dressed. It'll really help set the mood."
"Sure why not, it can't hurt."
"Don't sound so down, you'll do just fine. Remember I've
been grooming you."
As if she was a pro or something.
After 'de-hairing', as I referred to it, the bath was very
nice and relaxing. Lots of bubbles, some bath oils. Nice
glass of wine. Soft music. The only thing that would have
made it perfect, was if Debbie was taking her bath in the
same tub. We both gave each other the full treatment.
Shave, lotion, perfume, nails, makeup, hair. True to her
word, she had indeed picked up a new outfit for me. It was
a little black thong panty and bra set. A Lycra, body
shaping slip. Sheer control top black pantyhose. And a
brand new dress - a little, black spandex/polyester number.
It showed off very little cleavage, and was sleeveless. It
came with a jacket that was almost as long as the dress'
hemline, which was about half way down my thigh. It fit
snuggly, but not obscenely. To this I added my regular
black pumps. Although it was still sexy, it was by far the
most conservative outfit she dressed me in yet. Still, I
felt practically naked.
Debbie, on the other hand, looked like a million dollars.
She wore the same little black spandex miniskirt she
dressed me in that first night. For some reason I found
myself looking back fondly on that night. She wore a semi-
transparent, gauzy white blouse. Underneath was a camisole
covering her bra. Her pantyhose had a very high Lycra
content, giving her legs a glow in the right light. She
topped it off (or should I say bottomed it off) with sexy,
high-heeled sandals.
"Wow - you look great!" I told her.
"Well, I figure if I'm showing off more skin than you, then
more eyes will be on me, and fewer on you. That's what you
wanted, right?"
I smiled, she was watching out for me. She had some jewelry
she put on me, and added some to her own out fit. Then she
gave me a small handbag.
I opted for a few drinks before we left, to ease my nerves.
Debbie was driving, so she had just one. We figured it
would take about 45 - 50 minutes to get there, so we left
around 7:30pm. We took her car. She was right, mine was a
junker. Fine for a nerdy little tech geek. But not for two
classy dames out looking for trouble. As we drove, she
tried casual conversation, to ease the tension. It wasn't
really helping much. I was scared and that's all there was
to it.
Then it happened. I heard a beeping noise. Debbie asked if
I had a cell phone, I said yes, but not with me. I knew
exactly what it was. It was my pager. I opened my purse and
pulled it.
"You have a pager with you?"
"After a couple of years, you feel naked with out it."
I read the text page, and, my God, I had a heart attack.
Debbie asked what was up as she watched the color drain
from my face.
I read it out loud to her.
Need help fast.
Router on new secure-net down.
Can't respond, at hospital with kid.
Can't reach any one else.
Can you please, please cover???
Please page back.
Steve
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I was almost screaming.
"What's up, what's wrong?" Debbie asked her concern
growing.
"I have to go to work." I said dead seriously.
"So what's the big deal?"
"I have to be at work in Ten minutes, or else."
"What do you mean, in ten minutes or else?"
"I have to be at work, on site, in ten minutes or else
Steve gets fired."
"Steve? Steve who?"
"Steve's a guy on my team. He's on call this weekend.
They're doing some remote testing on a super highly
confidential network we've been installing for the past few
weeks. They won't tell us anything about it. I figure it's
banking or maybe even the government."
"So?" She prodded me.
"Well, apparently a router is down. No big deal, whoever is
on call goes in and resets it. This weekend it's Steve.
Steve's in the hospital with his kid and I'm the only
person who he can reach."
"So we go back to my place, get you cleaned up and you go
to work, right?"
She was trying to be helpful, but she wasn't getting the
point.
"The thing has been down for at least half an hour by now,
if it's not up and running in like the next ten, fifteen
minutes, Steve is in deep, deep shit. He may even get
fired."
"How can he get fired, his kid's in the hospital?"
"You're in finance, you don't see how they treat us in
networking. 24 By 7 coverage means, 24 by 7. And with the
dot com bust, techs like us are a dime a dozen. What the
fuck am I going to do?" I panicked. "I can't go to work
dressed like this? You just had to go out some where didn't
you?" I was angry.
"Hey don't yell at me asshole, I didn't break any computer,
and I didn't send what's his name's kid to the hospital!"
"You're right, you're right, I'm sorry. It's just, what the
hell am I going to do?"
We were silent for a few moments.
Finally Debbie said, "Hey - aren't we coming up on the exit
for the plant?"
"Yes." I replied. "But I can't go to work dressed like
this!" I exclaimed.
"Why not?" She asked, very calmly.
"Because I can't!"
"Why can't you? It's Saturday, there's no off-shift work
this weekend. I'd have been the one to process the over
time pay req. How many of your techie people will be
there?"
I didn't like where this was going.
"Maybe a few guys in the command center surfing porn and
playing solitaire."
"Can't they fix the rooter, or what ever you call it?"
"No. It's in a secure area, and it has a combination lock
that only a few of us know. And it's a router, not a rooter
- it routes data." I explained to her.
"Real original name there." She added sarcastically.
"Now follow me on this one." She began. "We stop in the
parking lot. If it looks empty, I can badge you in, I've
got mine in my purse. We sneak in, go to your super secret
room. Do whatever voodoo you do. And we're out in, what did
you say, ten, fifteen minutes. Right?"
I noticed she was taking the exit.
"What if we run into someone?" I was grasping for straws
here.
"You duck into a cubical or the ladies room for a few
minutes. But I'm sure the place is empty."
We pulled into the parking lot. Apparently Debbie had
already made up my mind.
"See - the lot is practically empty, there's no one here.
Are you in or not?"
What could I do? I couldn't let Steve get fired. Hell, he
helped me get hired in the first place. I couldn't let him
take the rap, when I was right here. I started pushing
buttons on my pager.
"Now what are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm sending Steve a page telling him I'm here."
I sent the message and in the few minutes it took for
Debbie to park the car I got a reply. It said:
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Kid's doing much better.
I owe you big time.
We got out of the car. I was very nervous. Debbie tried to
encourage me. "Relax, loosen up, just do what comes
natural."
"What comes natural at this particular moment is to turn
around and run screaming like a girl!"
"Well, at least your dressed for it."
That gave me a laugh.
"If we bump into any one, keep your mouth shut. You're my
friend, I'm here to pick up some earrings from my desk."
It sounded plausible. Then again, so did just about
everything she said.
Debbie used the magnetic strip on her badge to open the
door.
"This way."
I motioned her to the tech side of the building. She was
right, as usual, the place was empty. As we hurried through
the halls, I kept thinking to myself, I'm dressed as a
woman. I'm out in public. Hell, I'm at my office! We
reached the door rather quickly. I punched in the
combination and we slipped in closing the door behind us.
It was pretty small room, not much bigger than a LAN
closet. Some gleaming, brand new equipment with light
displays blazing away were bolted into black racks. There
was a small table with a PC on it, and a chair. I looked at
the router and every single light on the display was lit.
"Man, look at those lights, I've never seen them all lit up
at once before."
I logged into the PC and connected to the router. "Holy
shit!" I mumbled.
"Why? What's up?" Debbie was only semi-interested in what I
was doing.
"This router isn't down. It's up. As a matter of fact, it's
running balls to the walls."
"English, please." She replied.
"This machine is running and it's transmitting so much data
that it doesn't have time to respond to the monitoring
device. That's why it looks down."
"Well that's good right?"
"Wrong." I replied. "There shouldn't be any where near this
much traffic." I punched more keys on the PC. "And the data
is running in the wrong direction too."
"What do you mean?"
"This is an outbound subnet."
"Again, English please."
"This router directs traffic leaving the building, this
data is coming in."
"So what? I'm not following?"
"This building is sucking in tons and tons of data. That
means the firewall must be down."
"What's a firewall?"
"A firewall is a computer that prevents people from
breaking into your computer network. We've got one on this
network only it's not stopping any of this data from coming
in."
"So that's bad?" She was starting to catch on.
"That's very bad. The firewall should have set off an alert
that it was down. Something very fishy is going on here."
Now I had her attention.
"What kind of data is it?" She asked leaning over my
shoulder. Her perfume smelled great.
"I can't tell from here. All I can see is the source and
destination IP's."
"What's an IP?"
"Internet Protocol address, every computer on the internet
has a unique address. That's how the network knows which
computer to transmit data to."
"So where's it coming from?"
"It's coming from, let me see, I need to convert to the IP
address to it's domain name."
"Domain name? Can't you techies every use regular words?"
"Computers speak in numbers, not words. People say
'www.yahoo.com', but a computer needs that converted to an
IP address. A Domain Name Server does that."
A few more keystrokes.
"It's coming from 'www.lincoln-assoc.com.' whatever that
is."
"Holy shit!" She yelled almost knocking me out of the
chair. "Lincoln Associates is one of my Dad's security
customers."
"Really?" I asked. "What do they do?"
"They monitor financial transactions worldwide, and produce
very sophisticated, analysis reports that cost an awful lot
of money."
So I asked, "Expensive to me or expensive to you?"
"Expensive to small countries."
We looked at each other wide eyed. What the heck was going
on here?
Suddenly the door behind us opened up. It was the CEO of
the company. Ms. Bender, accompanied by two rather large,
menacing looking men.
"Deborah. Just what do you and your friend think you're
doing here?"
We looked at each other, then back to the large menacing
looking men. She didn't recognize me. I wasn't surprised by
that, I'm just a peon. But more than that I don't think she
realized I was a man.
"Ah, uh, uh."
Debbie was at a loss for words. I don't think I'd seen that
before.
"Nevermind." Ms. Bender replied. "We don't have time for
such nonsense. Gentlemen, would you be so kind as to place
our unexpected guests on hold, while we finish up. We'll
figure out what to do with them later."
With that thug number one pulled a small pistol from a
holster under his jacket, leveled it at us and said, "This
way, ladies." Motioning towards the door.
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