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Draft Dodger ? Chapter Two by: Jan Armstrong The war was not going well. The Axis forces seemed to hold all the cards and had been able to successfully hide their activities by using the infrastructures of the countries they attacked. Very publicized arrests had been made in Germany, France, the United Kingdom and Australia. Despite these arrests they still managed to maintain steady pressure as more government buildings and cultural sites were attacked. Washington, D.C., Paris, Berlin, London, Sidney and Moscow were all under marshal law and airports near urban centers were closed to everything except military traffic. Allied forces were deployed to protect major cities and landmarks. They were also serving as border guards and acting as police for the cities and countries that were under military protection. The availability of soldiers to counter the Axis threats was woefully inadequate. Turkey's defense forces were pushed almost to the point of surrender before Russian reinforcements arrived and halted the Axis advance. The Axis forces retreated a few kilometers but littered the land with chemical mines. The illegal tactic bought them just enough time to entrench themselves and prepare for a counterattack that never came. Faced with the daunting prospect of clearing the minefield the Russian and Turkish armies chose to dig in and wait. They took advantage of the Axis' disorderly retreat and gambled, correctly, that they didn't keep track of where the mines had been placed. The vast minefield served as an affective barrier for both armies. Of course, this was bad news for the innocents stuck behind the lines; there was nowhere for them to go to escape the predations of the invaders. Reports from the few, who were able to escape painted a grim picture of rape, torture, enslavement and mass murder. With the nearest northern threats halted, the Axis then turned to conquering Jordan and with the support of Palestine, quickly surrounded Israel. Mercy flights, reminiscent of the Berlin Airlift kept the Israelis fighting and alive. Egypt fought to keep Axis troops from reaching the Mediterranean Sea, provided an escape route for millions of Israeli and Jordanian refuges. European nations had rallied to provide enough ships to affect a massive evacuation. While two American carrier groups provided needed air cover and attacked Axis supply lines. Even the best predictions held that Israel would fall before the end of the year, and more than 20 million people would be trapped by the Advancing Axis forces. For Egypt's support of the evacuation, the Axis declared that Egypt would be the next nation to fall before Allah. Meanwhile North Korea, with Cambodia and Vietnam providing extra supplies and munitions, had invaded South Korea. South Korea managed to defend Seoul and lost only a few kilometers to the invading forces. But with only the support of the overtaxed American military they could not hold on for much longer. Public opinion of the war had dropped in the months following the declaration. Those in large cities were quick to voice their dissatisfaction as they felt the pinch of travel restrictions. Shipping however was enjoying a huge increase in business. The plans for the light freighters that were used during World War II had been updated with new technology. The contracts to build new ships were the subject of fierce competition. The first draftees had finished training and were deployed to re-enforce strained defense forces now garrisoning the US and European capitals. Will was working to add the finishing touches to the new insurance claim website when his desk phone rang. Garry's name showed on the id screen and Will quickly answered. "Hey! Are you ready for lunch?" 11:30 was a bit early to eat but Will was at a good stopping point. "No." Garry sounded nervous. "Paul just called, he said that there was another notice from the draft-board in the mail." "So?" Will wasn't concerned, "They already said that they don't want you. What did it say?" "That's just the thing, Will. They want me to come in for a physical and vocational testing. It also said to bring my shot records and medical records if I have them." Gary paused to let that sink in, "Will, I really need to know if you got a letter like that too." "I dunno, I haven't been home to check. It just has to be a follow up to confirm our status. We are in the right age group and we're both smart. They just don't want to let any fish slip through their nets." Will thought a moment, "If it'll make you feel any better I can call my neighbor and ask her to see if I have anything." Will had given Mr. Williams a copy of the key to his apartment so that he could take care of his plants and fish while he was away on vacation or business. "That would be great. Oh and Will, I have a very bad feeling, like I am being watched." Will hung up the phone and opened his organizer to find Mr. Williams' number. Garry had managed to shake Will's confidence and now he was feeling jittery too. The phone rang several times and Will was about to hang up when his neighbor answered. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Will, your neighbor in apartment D." "How do you like that, I was just talking about you," Mr. Williams would talk with anyone who gave him the time or seemed interested. His neighbors in the apartment complex and his grandkids were his favorite subjects. "Oh? Why's that?" "A man from the government was here. He said that he wanted to know when you normally get home so he could talk with you. I told him you usually get home a little before six." "Did he say who he was?" Now Will was very nervous, Garry's comment about being watched may not be paranoia after all. "He left me his card and asked me to give it to you when you get home. The name on the card says Agent Allen Whitehall. The agency on the card is the Defense Security Service. He also left a card on your door. He wanted to know if you ever have friends over and if I had ever met your girlfriend. He was polite but I didn't think that was any of his business so I told him that your life is your life and I couldn't tell him any more." That struck Will as odd, Mr. Williams always asked Will about when he would have a girlfriend over. He felt that a single young man should be busy with the girls and not spending all his time alone. "Mr. Williams could you do me a favor?" Will asked. "Sure, what do you need?" "Use the key I gave you. On the wall next to the front door you'll find where I keep my bills and stuff, under that you'll see my mailbox key hanging on a hook. Would you get that and check my mail. I think I may have gotten something important today." "Yeah I can do that, but ain't checking someone else's mail against the law?" "Sure it is, but only if you are wearing a black ski mask and don't have the key to the box." Mr. Williams chuckled, "Well I ain't got no ski mask, so I guess it's legal. My phone cord reach the mail boxes, I'll have to put you down. Be right back." The mailboxes weren't far but it still took Mr. Williams a couple of minutes to get back. "I threw away the junk for you. Let's see here, you got a bill from the gas company and a credit card application and something for a singles club and something from the draft board." "Aw, nuts. Thanks Mr. Williams. Could you just put all of that on my kitchen table?" "The draft huh? That's harsh. Is that what you were looking for?" Mr. Williams sounded sorry for the news. He had been drafted at the end of the Korean War and could empathize. "Yeah, thanks. Can I stop by after I get home? I'll bring some beer to say thanks." "OK. I'll see you then and don't worry about the draft. The Army ain't the end you know." "I know. Thanks Mr. Williams." Will hung up the phone and tried to calm his nerves. A letter from the draft board and an investigator was not good news. Garry's phone rang once before he picked up. Will spoke before Garry could even say hello, "I think the shit is about to hit the fan. We need to go to lunch right now." "Oh Christ. Okay, we can go to the Squeeze In and get a couple of burgers. We can talk in the car." "Sounds good to me, we can take my car." Will hung up the phone and turned off his computer monitor before heading for the exit. When Will got to his car Garry was already there waiting for him. "So, you had a letter too?" Gary asked as Will unlocked the car. "Yes and there was an investigator asking questions. My neighbor said he was with the Defense Security Service." "Defense Security Service, I haven't heard of it before. You sure he wasn't DIA or FBI or something?" "I'm positive. Mr. Williams read the guy's name and agency from a card he gave him." "Then we don't know who he is working for, for sure anyway. Still this is not good." Garry nervously fidgeted with the air conditioning vent before continuing. "I think we need to come clean or something." "I don't know. He could have been there for some other reason. The investigator was from a security agency, not the DIA. Maybe he was checking on someone else." Will liked that idea, but then questions about a girlfriend were odd. If he was investigating someone else why would he ask about a girlfriend? "Well maybe," Garry let the thought trail off. "Maybe what?" "I already told folks at work what I told the draft people. Maybe you should admit that you told them the same thing." "What?" Will felt fear grip his insides, being branded as a transsexual didn't bother him, it was the thought of how people would react that scared him. "And what would they do? What would they say? Jesus I'm straight not gay!" "And what does THAT got to do with this?" Garry was offended. "I'm gay and it's not so bad. Besides what does 'wanting to be a girl' have to do with being gay? "I don't know. I just thought," Will caught himself and looked at Garry, "I didn't think, that's what I thought. You're right; it has nothing to do with being gay." "Okay, so why not tell work that you're a tranny. You don't have to do anything different. I have done my research too; you aren't the only person with internet access you know." "What do you mean?" This idea had not occurred to Will. "Well, lots of them don't do anything different at work for a long time. Some only dress in private or with friends. Some never go for the operation. Some only go partway; they look feminine but have all the plumbing intact. We could do something like that. And when the war is over we can say 'Oops, big mistake! Sorry, I'm not transsexual." "But I like girls! I can't hide that." Will felt trapped and was searching for an excuse not to go on with the plan. "So, haven't you heard of lesbians? I've heard you say you're a lesbian trapped in a man's body." "Yeah, but that was a joke." "I don't think so. Look, you were more convincing as a girl than I was. You moved well, you don't have a deep voice and you don't talk all macho. You care about people and that shows. Heck, you took this job when I know you could have gotten more money somewhere else. And, I don't think I have ever heard you talk about a girlfriend." "Well I got one. A buddy anyway, we aren't serious." Will knew he was making excuses to himself. The only reason he slept with Mandy was to prove his manhood. But who was he proving that too? "I'm getting a headache. So what you are saying is that I should 'come out of the closet' and tell everyone that I am a transsexual." "Yeah, that's what I am saying." The drive to the Squeeze In wasn't a long one and Will parked the car next to a large mud spattered truck. The Squeeze In was very aptly named. The place was small, with barely enough room to stand and place an order. A small table with two chairs occupied the majority of the free floor space. The walls were covered with memorabilia, old license plates, a picture of Elvis with the owner, President Clinton placing an order, a jackelope and old menus. Instead of looking cluttered the place had a unique atmosphere that only served to make the diminutive restaurant even more popular. After a short wait Garry and Will paid for their burgers and went outside. They ate while leaning on the trunk of the car and watched the traffic drive by. Garry broke the silence, "I don't think anyone would give a rat's if you told. For crying out loud, half the department is gay and the other half are hippies. I think if anything happened you would be more popular." "I hope you're right, 'cause I like my life and I don't think I would survive in the military." "You're gonna do it then?" "Yeah I am," Will grinned at Garry, "'Sides, girls might like it. I could go shopping with them and trade clothes." Garry laughed, "Now you're dreaming!" "'Laugh it up fur ball.' We still have to deal with these letters and that investigator." That comment brought them both back to earth. "We need to get back to work; most of the gang will still be on lunch. You can talk to them then, I think time is going to be very important." The ride back was a lot quieter. Will's nerves were on edge and Garry was concerned about the investigator. No one likes their life turned inside out and inspected. While Will didn't have many friends outside of work, Garry did. And now he would have to tell all of them that he was a transsexual. Garry had his problems, but so did Will. No one thought of him as queer in any way. Mr. Williams would want to know all sorts of details. The folks at the office would pepper him with questions, especially why he lied about what he told the draft board on his first visit. Then there was the question of his self identity. He had been questioning it ever since the idea of lying to the draft board had been brought up at lunch. And there was Mandy. Garry was right, everyone was still at lunch. Will and Garry walked to the cafeteria and looked for the familiar group of friends. They were sitting on the patio so that the smokers could get their fix and still gossip with everyone. "Hey! Look who's back." Dave was the first to notice them. "You guys have been spending a lot of time together. Anything we should know?" Dave was always joking and needling the others in their group. "Yeah, as a matter of fact there is. Will told the draft board that he is transsexual." "You ASS!" Will fumed, "That's my business." "Sorry, but I thought it would be easier for you if someone else said it for you. After all, you were going to tell them." "Maybe I wasn't. Maybe I was just gonna let myself be drafted." "Yeah right, and pigs fly." "Okay, just don't ever do that to me again." Will calmed down. Garry was right, it was easier than breaking the news himself. "I told the draft board that I'm a transsexual," Will confessed. "Why didn't you tell us?" Janelle asked. "I suppose I was embarrassed. I thought that all I would have to do was give them an excuse, maybe a follow up interview or two. No one would have to know. I was wrong." Garry spoke up when Will paused, "We're being investigated." "Genius," Dave commented, "Sheer genius." "Look, we need you guys to help," Will was begging, "If anyone asks you about us just tell them the truth, that we are friends, we work together and that Garry and I just told you guys. Okay?" Everyone was silent. This was a lot to absorb and a couple of the guys looked disappointed. It was as if they had their own plans for getting out of the draft, the news of investigations destroyed them. "So what are you going to do now?" Janelle asked. "Are you going to tell Deborah?" Eric asked. Deborah was the department supervisor. "I guess we will," Will said. "And human resources and your agency Will," Garry added. "So when will you start dressing up for work?" Janelle asked. "I can borrow some stuff and start as soon as I get the go ahead from HR and Deb. I think Will is going to need more time." "That's true. I don't have anything," Will felt relieved that Garry would be able to 'break the ice' before he would have to come to work dressed. "You don't have anything? Not even neutral slacks or something?" Janelle asked. "Not a stitch," Will answered. "Then I guess we'll have to go shopping. Do you know your size?" Janelle's eyes glittered. Everyone knew she was a clothes horse and a shrewd shopper. Will looked for help from Gary. "I borrowed some stuff from a friend of Garry's. I don't know the sizes of it all. Gary just guessed and I wore it to the interview." "All that stuff was the same size. I think it was sixteen." That seemed to satisfy Janelle. "We'll use a measuring tape to make sure. What did you do about boobs?" Will blushed, "Can we talk about this later?" Jill relented, "Sure, are you free tonight?" "No I'm not," Will answered quickly. "How about tomorrow?" Janelle asked. Garry interjected, "Look, you're going to have to do this sooner or later. And the sooner you do it, the more convincing you'll be." "Okay, tomorrow. But I really don't want to talk about this now." "Right after work then, most of the stores we'll go to close at seven," Janelle said with a note of finality that left no room for debate. Will was felt trapped and like he was losing control of his life. At least none of his friends had judged him or seemed to be treating him like a freak. Lunch was over and the group separated to go back to their desks. Nervous energy made the rest of the day fly by. Garry was still deep in code when Will stopped by to apologize. "I just wanted to say that I didn't mean to snap at you during lunch. I was being a defensive jerk." "That's all right. I'm sure you're feeling kind of trapped. I still feel that way. I guess the animal in me decided that going down this road deserved company and wouldn't let you off the hook." Garry looked at his watch. "Wow, it's already five, the afternoon flew by. I guess that's what happens when you're having fun." "That's what this is called? I wouldn't have guessed. I'll see you tomorrow." Mr. Williams was watching for Will to come home. "You said that you wanted to stop by, I just want you to know that I can't talk long. My son is coming by with the kids and then we're going to Scandia to ride the go-carts." Will was relieved; at least he wouldn't have to explain things to his neighbor yet. When that conversation happened it would only be a few short hours before the rest of the small complex knew what was going on. "That's okay. We can talk later. I have some things to tell you that you're going to find very interesting," Will said. Mr. Williams smiled and said, "You know, there's a pool on you. The bets are that you are a spy, working for the government or gay. I got five on the government thing." Mr. Williams got a shrewd look in his eye, "Where would you put your money?" "Oh jeez, just let me know who wins will ya?" He figured that the neighbors would already know about the investigator, but the gossip was already flying and imaginations were having a field-day. Besides, how would they settle the bet when they realized that no one was right? "We can talk Thursday or Friday, if that doesn't interfere with your schedule." Mr. Williams laughed, "No, it won't interfere but I'll check with my secretary just in case." "Have her call me if there's a problem. Good night and have fun." "Thanks." Mr. Williams went into his apartment and shut the door. Will stood outside his door and looked at the card that was still tucked into the door. Apparently it was better for the gossip if everyone could read what it said as confirmation of Mr. Williams' story. Will opened his door and looked at the pile of mail on the dining table. The envelope from the draft board was the thickest so he opened it first. Inside were several forms, a health questionnaire, an employment history worksheet and instructions on how to fill them out. There was also a letter printed on Air Force stationary: Dear Mister Thornton, Thank you for volunteering for service with the United States Air Force. My name is Staff Sergeant Thomas Alanson. I am the recruiting officer for the area you live in. I just want you to know what to expect as we work through the paperwork for your enlistment. First, I want you to be aware that I know of your special circumstances. A preliminary background investigation has already determined that you have not had a name or gender change. According to regulations I cannot use an alias while working with you, I hope that wont be an issue for you. Second, the forms I enclosed are required for your security clearance. Because of the circumstances surrounding your enlistment a Top Secret Clearance is required. It was felt that the normal enlistment investigation could be combined with the security investigation. As you can understand, case loads for investigations have been severe and combining work for the agents helps reduce that load. You'll probably be hearing from the investigator working your case within the next few days. He'll probably ask you to complete similar paperwork to that which I enclosed. Third, your enlistment and the Air Force job that you will be assigned to will depend greatly on the outcome of the investigation. Please be as forthcoming as possible during the investigation. If you are not what you claim or it is learned that you are trying to avoid service, criminal charges may be filed. Draft evasion is a federal offense. I sincerely hope things work out for you and you have a long career with the United States Air Force. Sgt. Alanson "OH SHIT." Will rushed to the phone and started dialing before he remembered that Garry wouldn't be at work. While trying to find Garry's number in his organizer, Will dropped the awkward binder and ripped the page from it. He dialed the number and got a busy signal. "Oh for crying in the sink!" As soon as Will hung up to try again the phone rang. "Christ. Hello!" Will practically shouted in greeting. "I didn't think you thought so highly of me." It was Garry. "No man, did you read the letter that you got? It looks like they're going to take us anyway!" Will was in a panic. "Yeah, I read it. Did you get an appointment for testing?" "I didn't see." Will glanced around and saw a yellow slip of paper lying on the floor. "Was it on yellow paper?" "Yes, see if we have the same time and day." Garry asked. "July thirty first at eight o'clock, for the ASVAB," Will summarized the details. "Same as mine, that's only two weeks away. If we're going to do this, it'll have to be all the way." "Yeah, I know. We'll have to tell human resources and I'll stop by my agency before work tomorrow." Will felt depressed and his voice echoed his emotion. "It'll be hard, but it's better than being in the military." "Thanks for calling. Misery loves company. I feel better knowing that I won't be doing this alone." "Me too, talk to you at work." Garry hung up before Will could say goodbye. Will found him self, wishing that he had taken Janelle up on her offer to go shopping. At least he would have had some company instead of sipping a beer alone in the dark wondering why he was becoming so determined to continue with 'the plan'. Eventually he fell asleep on the couch. Will woke with a splitting headache and a sore neck from sleeping in an awkward position. He quickly showered and shaved and dressed in slacks and a polo shirt and with an effort left his trademark ball-cap on the dining room table. No one said a word to Will all day and he skipped lunch, with the stress and drinking the night before he just wasn't very hungry. With the office quiet and the client-account project drawing to a close, the day crawled by and Will found himself looking forward to the shopping trip. When five o'clock finally arrived, Janelle's voice was a welcome break to the monotony of proofreading terms of use documents for the new web site. "Ready to go?" She was excited and was shifting from foot to foot in anticipation. Will shut off his monitor and reached to adjust his hat. He grasped at air before he realized that he wasn't wearing it. He suddenly felt naked and missed the hat dearly. "I'm ready, let's go." The first stop was at the Salvation Army Thrift store. Will was surprised, "Why here?" "Well, you can't have everything new, that'll be obvious to anyone who's looking. You've got to have your favorite worn jeans, old comfortable sweat pants. I figured we can't just build a wardrobe; we have to build a life. And the stuff here won't be expensive." Janelle had obviously thought a lot about how to build Will's wardrobe. Will couldn't argue her logic. Soon he found himself drawn into a running conversation about his style preferences as Janelle held up item after item. They left with several pairs of jeans, sweatpants, t- shirts and a couple of nice tops. Janelle then took Will on a tour of closeout and factory outlet stores. After the second store, Will finally relaxed and even changed into some of the clothes they had bought. Janelle had 'adjusted' his hair with a brush and tiny bottle of hair spray that she kept in her purse for emergencies. She even insisted that he wear lip-gloss and mascara so that he would attract less attention. After she finished, Will stopped in front of an office that had mirrored windows and inspected his reflection. He thought he looked a little more feminine, but something was still wrong. Janelle stood next to him and said, "You look good Will, but you don't have a figure." She tugged on the loose fabric of the slacks he was wearing. "See, you don't have hips, or a butt and you don't have boobs." "For the interview Garry loaned me something that had pads. I had a figure then." "Oh? Do you know where he got it?" "No, it wasn't even his. I know because it would have been too big for him. He said that he got it from a cross-dressing friend who had to keep his stuff at Garry's for the sake of his marriage." Janelle looked crestfallen, "Oh. Well I think I might know a place that might be able to help. It's a store in the mall that does custom fittings for women who have had surgery." "Why would we want to go to a medical store?" "It's not a medical store, it's a brassiere. It's the only place I can think of that might have what you need." "That sounds expensive." Will had already spent almost eight hundred dollars and even though his bank account could easily handle three more shopping trips he didn't want to spend the money if he could help it. As a contract web developer he often had times when there was little to know work and had to live on his savings. "I don't know, honestly I've never been in there and I don't know anyone who has needed to get falsies." Janelle bit her lip thoughtfully. "But it can't hurt to check and besides you do need underwear. At least you can get that and come back to pick anything else up." "You're right. Might as well get this over with?" Will walked back toward the car and waited with the bags until Janelle could open the trunk and unlock the doors. The store did sell 'shape wear' and they weren't surprised by Will's request. The lady who owned the store helped Will herself. "There is a nice gender community here in town; several of the girls come here so that I can help them too. Also, groups in other towns will have outings to shop where no one will recognize them. Several of those groups have discovered my store. If it weren't for the gender community I would loose almost half my sales," the shopkeeper explained. Will was still embarrassed during the fitting. She took measurements across his chest and under his arms, then just under his pecks and across his nipples. She then measured his waist and hips. After she had an idea she came out with several peach colored boxes and several bras. She had him try on the bras, helping him with the clasps, until she was satisfied with the fit. She then had him take it off and she opened one of the boxes. Inside was a flesh colored object. It didn't look anything like the gel-insert that he had worn to the interview. This looked much more realistic and it was larger. "I've fitted you with a b cup. I didn't think you wanted to be too big, these can take a bit to get used to." She took another identical to what Will had on and slid the form into a pocket on the front. She opened another box and did the same to the other side of the bra. "Here hon', try this on." She helped Will take the bra off and helped him with the clasps of the new one. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you think." Will found him-self staring down at his chest. He was surprised by the weight. Then he looked up and stared at his reflection. It looked as if he had real breasts. The sales lady clucked and asked him to take the whole thing off. "That's almost right but not good enough." She opened a drawer and pulled out several thin, oddly shaped pieces of fabric, covered foam rubber. These she slid into pockets on the bra and had Will try the whole thing on again. This time she smiled as Will's mouth opened slightly in surprise. He had thought that they had looked realistic before, now he was dumbfounded. The extra pads gave additional shape and fullness so that it looked like there were more than just two orbs on his chest. Now it looked like the flesh flowed slightly up his chest and under his arms. "Wow!" Janelle had stuck her head through the curtain when she heard Will's gasp of surprise. "That will look great with the tops you just bought. How much will it cost?" The sales lady was quick with numbers, "The prosthetics are three-fifty a pair, the foam inserts are fifteen a set, the bra is twenty three. You should get a couple sets of the foam inserts and a couple of the bras, I have another one that has a smooth front for wear under t- shirts it's twenty dollars. All of that will come to four hundred forty six dollars, before tax. Will flushed, "I'll take it all." He was embarrassed and a little ashamed that he liked the affect so much. But after seeing his reflection he knew he would have gladly paid twice as much. "Do you want to wear that out?" The sales lady asked. "No. I'm not ready for that yet." Will took off the bra and quickly put his shirt back on. Staring in the mirror he couldn't get over the change that just breasts could make in a woman's appearance. Without them he looked drab, unfinished. As he finished buttoning the shirt he could hear Janelle ask what could be done about hips. "We have several foundations that have interchangeable pads for the derriere and hips. We started keeping them in stock for our special clients." The sales lady stepped into a back room and came out with two more sealed bags. "I took his, sorry, her measurements and set these aside just in case she wanted them. They are more expensive than the bras but worth the figure that you can get from them." Janelle set the two packages to the side of the boxes and bags that were already stacked on the counter. "These will be a gift from me." She was fishing out her credit card when Will stepped out of the fitting room. The women turned to look at him. "You looked good but, that blouse fit a lot better before," the sales lady said. "Why don't you try this on too?" Janelle held out one of the packages she just paid for. Will was feeling pretty good and kind of numb by the changes. He took the package from her and stepped back into the changing room. He opened the package by tearing the top open and dumped the contents on the counter in front of the mirror. Several foam pads an instruction sheet and the garment fell out. Will looked at the instructions and learned that the pads fit into pockets on the inside of what the instructions called a 'panty corselet'. There were several sized pads and the instructions explained that they could be worn in such a way to add dimension to the buttocks and hips. He slipped one each of the shaped pads into the appropriate pockets and slipped his slacks off. He was still wearing his briefs so he slipped those off too. Will slid the corselet up his legs and over his hips. He then pulled the zipper shut. It had light boning that kept the long waist from rolling down as he wore it. He felt a firm but gentle pressure round his middle and the crotch was very snug. He unzipped and adjusted himself so that he wouldn't slip out of the crotch and have a painful pinch. After zipping back up he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Once again he was surprised by the result. His hips now had a very feminine shape and the construction of the garment flattened his groin making his genitals all but disappear. Turning he looked at his side profile and admired the curve of his back to his now padded bottom. After tugging and adjusting the garment so that it felt better he slid back into his slacks and tucked his blouse into the waistband. Again he looked at his reflection. The face staring back at him hadn't changed but a light flush, the lip-gloss, hair and mascara definitely helped to soften his features. Not quite feminine, but not masculine either, rather, his face was very androgynous. And so was his body, while the shirt hang loosely the slacks now had a crisp look with no loose cloth on his hips and bum. Will found him-self staring and decided that the corselet wasn't that noticeable. Not he quickly placed the extra pads and his now useless briefs back into the corselet's package and stepped back into the store. "That looks good," Janelle whispered as she carefully eyed his figure. "You need to pay for this stuff, the mall is going to close soon." Will looked at his watch, noticing that the chunky masculine style clashed with his less than masculine look. "I didn't realize how late it is. Can we do this again after I get paid?" Now it was Janelle's turn to be surprised. "Sure, I like shopping, but what changed? I thought that you were uncomfortable and only wanted to get enough stuff to get by?" "I was and do. I am still uncomfortable, but I think that finishing the look will help," Will explained. The sales lady took Will's credit card and license and rang up the total. Will signed the credit slip and gathered up the packages. Once they were back in the mall common Janelle asked, "What do you mean by 'finishing the look'?" "Well for one, this watch doesn't look right now. And there are other things that don't look right either." "Like what?" "While I was changing, I looked closely at my reflection. I think I need to do something better with my hair, maybe earrings, make-up, nails and extra hair on my arms and chest." "I don't think that the hair on your arms is that bad," Janelle offered, "And you don't need a lot of makeup. That watch does have to go though." "Well maybe not the arms, it is pretty thin. But I know that you saw the hair on my chest. And I do have to shave my face. My beard is blond and doesn't grow fast but I do have one and I think I need to learn how to use makeup to hide." "Okay, you do have chest hair, and some on your back. But it's not a lot and it can probably be waxed. I can make an appointment for you if you want to have that all done at once." "They can do that?" Will's knowledge of beauty salons was just what the signs in their windows offered, hair and nails. "Sure, let me take care of it. We can both go, I'd kind of like some pampering too." "Okay, make the appointments for after work." Will listened as Janelle talked about her girlfriends and their boyfriends and how she couldn't find any guys that she liked. He watched her gestures and how she touched up her lipstick in the rearview mirror while waiting at a stoplight. As the light changed Will's stomach growled from hunger. Janelle laughed and said, "I'm hungry too, why don't we stop somewhere and get something to eat?" "That's the best idea I've heard all day," Will agreed. Janelle pulled into the parking lot of Fresh Choice and parked the car. As will opened the door he panicked again. Shopping was one thing, now he was going into a restaurant looking like a woman. He froze. "What's wrong?" Janelle asked. "I don't think I am ready for this." Will hoped that she would just take him back to get his car and he could eat at home, in privacy. "Don't be silly, you look fine. No one gave you a second look in the mall. No one will care here either." She walked around to the other side of the car and started pulling Will's arm. "Look, people will notice if you don't calm down and relax. If you give them something to look at they will. And then you'll just be stared at. What's so bad about that?" "They'll be staring that's what!" "Come on, you'll feel better when you are inside and have something to eat." She was still pulling at Will's arm. Slowly Will stood up and allowed Janelle to lead him inside. There were a few other people in line and none of them looked up from their trays or the array of salads in the display in front of them. "See? No one notices a thing. Come on." Janelle paid for their dinners and handed Will a tray. Will grabbed a plate and started down the line and built a healthy salad. As he moved down the line he glanced around and watched the other customers, across from him was a man who looked to be in his seventies, he didn't even look up. Will relaxed and let Janelle do the talking when they got to the beverages. She ordered two diet cokes and gave Will his. Once they were seated she asked, "What do you want to be called? There aren't many girls named Will you know." "Cindy," Will asked before taking a bite of bread. "Just Cindy?" "Cindy Janice Marshall." "That sounds familiar; it'll be easy to remember. Why are you going to change your last name?" "That's because it is, I got the name from the Brady bunch, Jan, Marsha and Cindy. I don't have a good reason to change my last name. It's just thought that it would be somehow easier to change it all." "Oh." They sat and ate for in silence for about ten minutes before Cindy asked, "Do you like boys or girls?" Will chocked and coughed before saying, "Girls!" Cindy handed him a napkin and smiling said, "I just had to be sure. There are a couple of guys over there checking us out." Will thought he was going to die. "I told you no one would notice. You're lucky that your hair hasn't thinned and that you aren't a big jock. It looks to me like you are pretty convincing." "Yeah, okay. You've proven your point. Can we go now?" Janelle took one last sip of her coke and agreed. Will watched through the corner of his eye as the two guys watched them leave the restaurant. "Get used to it. You're a girl now," Janelle said as she unlocked the doors. Janelle drove the last few miles in silence. The guys watching them gave Will a lot to think about. After dropping Will off and helping him transfer shopping bags to his car, Janelle spoke up again. "I think I'm going to start calling you Cindy. It'll only help you settle in and maybe help others make the change as well." "I suppose so, but only do it around people that know what's going on. Thanks for the help. I don't think I could have done this on my own. I know you saved me a lot of frustration and money," Will said, then he gave Janelle a quick goodbye hug. "Any time Cindy," Janelle hugged him back and then got in her car and drove away. Will started his car and drove home. By the time he arrived it was dark and none of his neighbors were out side their apartments. Will opened the trunk to his car and gathered the bags and carried them in. After putting the new clothes away Will had a pile of his older clothes sitting on his bed. Silently he put them into garbage bags and shoved them into the back of a closet. He had been careful to only remove his older clothes; he still refused the possibility of dressing as a woman as a long term solution, a couple of years at the most. He undressed and made sure that the prosthetic breasts were placed correctly in the boxes that were also designed to store them. After taking off corselet and putting it in the laundry he looked in the bathroom mirror. He still had on mascara, the lipgloss had gone during dinner and his hair was still in the shape that Janelle had brushed it. Using soap and water he cleaned his face and looked at his reflection again. He couldn't explain why, suddenly he felt disgusted, a feeling that he hadn't felt while dressed up. Thinking about this latest turn, Will went to bed. He pulled the sheets over his head and soon fell asleep. Will woke when his alarm went off at seven. He stumbled to the bathroom to shower and shave then he got dressed. His fingers fumbled on the buttons until he remembered that the shirt he took out of the closet was from the women's rack. After thinking about the situation for a moment he concentrated on the buttons and finished getting dressed. Before leaving for the day he called his supervisor at the insurance company and left a message saying that he had to stop by his agency on the way to work. He locked up before going to his car and starting the long drive across town in the morning traffic. Halfway to the agency offices he remembered that his hat was still on the dining table. Will got to the agency just as the receptionist was unlocking the front door. Will signed in and waited for Christy, his job agent, to call him to her desk. "Hi Will! I wasn't expecting to see you today. I have some good news for you though." "Oh great," Will thought, with everything else happening what could this be? "I just got off the phone with Deborah. She just extended your contract for another year and agreed to give you a two dollar raise," Christy beamed at Will across her desk. "Well that IS good news. I had no idea!" This news was the last thing Will was expecting to hear. "You didn't know? Then what prompted you to stop by today? You weren't thinking of leaving InterGlobal were you?" "Oh no, nothing like that, I like InterGlobal and the people I work with. There is something else I need to talk about, and I would rather do that in private." Now Christy looked concerned, contractors didn't usually ask for a private meeting unless something major was about to happen. "Sure, I think no on is using the interview room, why don't we go in there." Will waited for Christy to shut the door and settle into a chair before he started. "Uh, I need to tell you something that must be kept in confidence." Christy nodded sympathetically, "Go on." Will steeled himself before saying, "I'm a transsexual." Christy blinked and looked closely at Will, her eyes finally settled on his shirt, then she looked him in the eye. "You were a woman?" It was Will's turn to blink that was the second time she surprised him. "No, I am becoming a woman." Christy blushed, and Will couldn't help asking, "Why did you think that I was becoming a man?" "You don't look masculine. I mean, you're thin, you aren't very muscular and you don't have a lot of body hair. And it's just that I get a feeling of femininity that doesn't match your look as a guy." This was almost too much for Will. "I don't know what to say." "We don't have a lot of paper work to do here. All we have to do is amend your records to show your new status. Are you going to change your name?" "No, I don't think I'll be changing my name just yet, but there is a name that I may start using. Cindy Janice Marshall" Christy wrote the name on a piece of scratch paper, "I'll add that to your record as a nickname. We have excellent support policies here. You aren't the first in this situation. The biggest problems you'll face will come from the company you contract with. I do have to ask you though, when are you going to tell human resources at InterGlobal?" "I was planning on doing that today, after I leave here. There is something else, an investigator from the government might ask about me. It's related to the draft." "That wont be a problem will it? Our policy here is full cooperation." "No, that's not a problem. I just wanted to tell you before he came around asking questions." Christy seemed satisfied, "Call me if there are any problems with InterGlobal. We can help you. I'll let you know if there is anything we need your signature on." "Thanks Christy. That's all I wanted." Will felt a lot better as he left. The ball was rolling and now that his 'secret' was out in the open, he didn't have to worry about the agency's reaction. As Will drove to the InterGlobal offices he reflected on the last few weeks. He felt as if he was living someone else's life. He had gone from a fairly content single guy who had occasional luck with the ladies to being a transsexual. He tried to find the line he had crossed; at first, he thought it was going to the armory in the first place, but now he wasn't sure. He was feeling that all he was doing was, somehow, right. The dreams had not stopped either. Instead, they were only getting more vivid. He found more and more of his idle time focused on interpreting the dreams. They all revolved around times in his life that he was most happy. But they also included getting into trouble for acting like a girl. Like that time in first grade. As Will pulled into the InterGlobal parking lot, he started concentrating on what he would say to HR. Will worried about all the possibilities that could come from the meeting. As far as he knew, there was no stopping InterGlobal from firing him on the spot. Maybe, they would send a company wide bulletin or require that he immediately start dressing and behaving as Cindy. In spite of how Janelle felt, Will just was not ready for that. Then he remembered what he was wearing. After taking a moment to calm the rising tide of panic, Will reasoned that he had to wear something, just to make his case more believable. While the white shirt was far from feminine, anyone with an eye could tell that the buttons were on the wrong side. And the shoes he was wearing had a low vamp that showed more of his instep than any man's shoe would, not to mention that he wasn't wearing socks with them either. He looked at his reflection in the glass doors as he walked towards the employee entrance. Overall the clothes didn't make that much difference, they were traditional business colors. And the pants didn't even look feminine. "Androgenous, definitely androgenous," Will thought to himself as he opened the door and waved his ID badge at the security guard. Will quickly walked down the hall and into the Human Resources office, signed in and looked over the list of names to see who had come in before him. He didn't see Garry's name anywhere. Will sat waiting for several minutes, just as he felt boredom trying to overtake him a young man picked up the clipboard wrote something on it and called Will's name. Will stood to follow him and found himself becoming nervous again. He didn't know if he felt right talking about this with another guy. "This is kind of personal; I think I would rather talk with a female," Will said, cringing. "Oh? I can help you with whatever the problem is." The younger man was nice, but he seemed put-off by the request. "Sorry," Will apologized, "I didn't mean anything by that, it's just that this really is a personal matter and I would just feel more comfortable talking with a woman." "Ok, I can see if my supervisor can help." "Thanks, that would be great." The young man walked around a cube wall and disappeared from Will's view. Will stood nervously playing with his ID badge and looking for anything to distract him settled on an aerial photograph of the InterGlobal campus. "Can I help you?" Will jumped, he was so intent on the photo that he hadn't heard the lady walk up behind him. "I hope so, is there somewhere private we can talk?" "We have an empty office, it's just over here." Will followed, grateful for the few moments before he would have to explain why he was there. After making sure the door was shut the supervisor sat on a corner of the desk and asked, "What's wrong?" Will remained standing, "I suppose I need to amend my personnel records." "Oh?" Will realized that he hadn't thought about what he should say or how. Instead he just blurted, "I'm a transsexual." The HR supervisor didn't even blink. "My records need to be amended to show that I am in the process of transitioning from male to female. I don't really know what the procedure is for amending my records for that. And I want to keep this fairly quiet for now," Will explained. "Let me get this strait, you want your records to be changed to show that you are a woman?" "No. I want the records to show that I am in the process of changing my body to be a woman. I don't expect anything to change. I just want the company to be aware of my situation, just incase anything happens, and to make things easier later." "What could happen?" "I don't know. Anything really, harassment, bathroom disputes, maybe I fall down the stairs and need treatment. And I suppose, for my peace of mind. And to make sure that InterGlobal knows that I am not trying to keep important secrets that it should be aware of." "I take it then that you want to be able to use a different bathroom?" the supervisor asked. "Yes, I mean no. Maybe later, not right now. Err, I mean not yet." Will was confused about why she would jump to that question. "Do you have any doctor's letters?" "No, but I can if you need them." "No, it's not needed, but it would help if anything did come up. When you decide that you want to start coming to work as a woman, we will need something for insurance and legal reasons." The supervisor explained. "I understand. Just let me know when you'll need them." "You do know that in California transexuality is protected as a disability, don't you? You're job can't be threatened, but you do need a diagnosis to claim that protection." "No I didn't. Uh, is there anything I need to sign or paperwork or something?" Will was eager to bring the interview to a close. "I'll have to look to see if there is an existing policy regarding this. It's possible that you'll be breaking new ground. Can I have your badge so I can write down your employee number?" "Absolutely." Will handed her his ID badge. "Just wait here a second." The supervisor left the room and returned after a couple of short minutes with a piece of paper. She copied the name and employee number off the card. "Will, is there another name that you use?" "Yes, Cindy Janice Marshall." She wrote that down and handed Will's badge back. "I'll e-mail or call you when we have things ready for you. I'm sure there will be more paperwork for you but I don't want to make you wait while we get things together." "Thanks. One last thing, I don't want a lot of people knowing about this just yet." "I understand. I'm treating this conversation as confidential. I'll work on this myself, no one else needs to know unless you are comfortable telling them. Also, please let me know whom you tell. That way I know who it is safe to discuss this with." "Thank you," Will looked at her ID badge, "Mrs. Woods, I'll let you know." Mrs. Woods escorted back to the HR lobby and wished him luck. Will took the elevator to the floor and quickly walked to his desk. After sitting down he sighed in relief that no one had seen him come in. At least he would be able to get some work done before lunch. It was a quarter past twelve when Garry and Janelle distracted Will and asked him if he was ready to eat. As Will turned from his computer Janelle gave him a quick inspection and smiled when she realized what he was wearing. Will raised his finger in warning, "Just for today and only to help my case with my agency and HR." "Is that why you were late?" Garry asked? "Yes. And I've been to HR." "I chickened out," Garry confessed. "I thought so, I didn't see your name on the sign in sheet. Maybe I should sic Janelle on you." "Hey, you did that on your own. Cindy," Janelle stressed Will's femme name to make her point. "Only because I knew you would nag me until I did," Will shot back. "Well, maybe you're right. So Garry, when are you going to have the talk?" Garry groaned and rolled his eyes. "I swear I'll make an appointment when we get back from lunch, anything to keep you off my back." "Now we know why she doesn't have a boyfriend," Will joked then dodged the slap aimed for his shoulder. "Hey, you asked for that," Garry laughed as Janelle cornered Will and playfully swatted the arm he held up in defense. While the friends ate, Will explained what happened that morning and Garry quizzed him about what he should say when he spoke with HR. By the time they had finished eating Garry was more confident about having the conversation himself. They parted company as they got off the elevator and the afternoon sped by. Garry made an appointment to speak with the HR supervisor the following morning. Will was ready and waiting when Janelle stopped by his desk to let him know it was time to go to their beauty appointment. Neither one of them noticed the silver Chevrolet sedan follow them to the beauty salon. Nor did they notice as they driver used a telephoto lens to take their pictures while they had their hair, nails and eyebrows done. He took several candid shots of Janelle while she waited for Will's wax session to finish. He took even more pictures when they left the shop, each of them carrying a bag of hair products. The investigator smiled when he realized that Will's hair was a couple of inches longer and done in an easy style that framed his face, the style suited him quite well. After Will and Janelle drove off he took the spent roll of film from the camera and marked it with Will's name. He put it in a bag next to several rolls marked with Garry's name. It had been an interesting couple of days. End of Chapter Two - To Be continued...