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This is a work of fiction presented as simple entertainment for the reader. The characters portrayed here are entirely fictitious and should they resemble any actually persons, either living or dead, it is purely coincidental. The themes presented in this story are of an adult nature featuring but not limited to sex, lesbianism, homosexuality, transgenderism, domination, etc. Should such topics offend the reader, them please go else where for your entertainment as you will not like what you find here. As the creator of this story, I reserve the right on where this tale may be posted. To that end, please do not post or re-post on any archive or newsgroup without prior permission from me. Should you wish to post this story somewhere, then please contact me for permission. I am usually very amiable, and will more than likely grant my permission to post it. Thank you in advance for respecting my wishes in this. I would like to dedicate this story to the memory of Sandy Sullivan, who wrote some fascinating TG stories and with whom I would chat with occasionally on Mindy's old BBS. Knowing the stories that interested Sandy, I think she would have enjoyed this little tale of mine. I would also like to offer my wish for speedy recoveries to those writers, like Danielle J. and Kelly Davidson, who are currently having health problems. We should all hope and pray they will be able to regale us with more excellent stories soon. Bobbie the Bimbo By Sam Vincent (c) 2002 Part 1 Robert "Bob" Baker scurried towards the front door to his apartment in a bathrobe he was hastily putting on to cover himself since all he was wearing was a pair of cotton briefs. He wasn't expecting anyone, particularly this late at night, but whoever was at the door seemed very insistent - they had been pressing the buzzer for over a minute. Muttering some curses under his breath, he called out loudly as he moved towards the door, "All right...All right...I'm coming." He muttered a few more curses upon reaching the door, as he wondered who could possible be out there. He was so agitated over this late night intrusion he never thought to look though the spy hole and see who was there. Instead he threw off the latch, turned the door handle and pulled the door open. As it opened, he said loudly, "I don't know who you are, but this had better be damn important!" As Bob looked to see who was there, a surprised look appeared on his face as he recognized the person standing there. "TANYA! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed. Of all the people who he would expect at his door this time of night, Tanya Hart, his long time girlfriend would be the last on the list. She had told him she was going to be away for a few days on a short business trip, but here she was standing in his doorway. "Hello Bobbie," she said in a reserved manner, even as she stepped towards him to give him a small hug and a kiss on the cheek. As she stepped back, he could see she was clearly upset by something and didn't look at all happy. "Do you mind if I come in? I have something I want to discuss with you." "Err...No, Tanya." He was so stunned at seeing her and the state she was in, he had answered automatically, but he quickly regained his senses, saying to her, "I mean, yes, I mind. Look Tanya, it's really late. I've got work tomorrow and I was just getting ready to go to bed. Couldn't this wait till later...like tomorrow evening?" "No, it can't!" she shot back while pushing past him and entering his apartment. Since she was now standing in his living room waiting for him, all he could do was shrug, close the door, and she what it was she wanted. Stepping into the living room, Bob moved till he stood before her, and then asked, "So what's this all about, Tanya?" "Bobbie, I want the truth from you," Tanya said in an accusing tone. "I want you to tell me who that woman was that you had in your apartment tonight?" "Err...what...woman?" Bob asked feigning surprise. He hoped Tanya hadn't seen him out with Donna earlier, but if she was asking about her, he had a real bad feeling she did. So the only question now was - how much did she know? "You know 'what woman'! The woman who you had dinner with...who you then took to the dance club...who you then brought back here for the rest of the evening...and who left less than an hour ago," she answered with a determined look on her face. "Oh...um...that woman," Bob answered, realizing now that she must have followed him all evening to know exactly what he had been doing. "Yes, 'that woman'! Who is she, Bobbie? And I expect the truth." "Um...she's a friend. Her name's Donna...ah...Donna DeLuca." "So you claim this Donna is just a friend. Is that right, Bobbie?" she coolly asked like an attorney interrogating a witness on the stand. "Ah...yeah." "SO DO YOU ALWAYS FRENCH KISS ALL YOUR WOMEN FRIENDS AND PUT YOUR HAND UNDER THEIR DRESSES TO FEEL THEM UP! DO YOU, BOBBIE?" Tanya suddenly screamed furiously at him. "What! Oh...God!" Bob responded, as he realized Tanya had caught him big time since she must have seen him and Donna making out together in the booth at the dance club. "That's right, Bobbie. I saw what the two of you were doing. You thought it was too dark in that back booth in the club to be seen - but I know you, Bobbie. I know exactly what you two were doing, and I figured it out from what little I could see and from our own dates together. And I also know you well enough to see by the look on your face that I'm right, so don't even try and deny it. So now what I want to know is - WHY THE FUCK YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME?" Bob knew he was in deep, deep trouble with Tanya now, and could see from the look on her face how really pissed off she was. He racked his brain trying to think of a way to get out of it, and then he hit on an idea. "Okay Tanya, you're right about me and Donna. But Tanya, when we started to date we both agreed we weren't interested in a serious relationship. You also said that you weren't interested in any kind of commitment, and I agreed with you. So I don't see why I have to defend my actions to you, if I want to date another girl or not." From the look now on Tanya's face as she considered his words, Bob figured he had made a great argument in his defense. But something else had been bothering him ever since this whole conversation began. So he figured he should go on the offensive, and with a slightly smug look on his face, he added, "And what's with all this 'Bobby' shit? You know how much I hate that name, Tanya. My name's 'Bob' - I haven't been called 'Bobby' since I was six years old." After some brief thought, Tanya finally responded, but she still looked quite angry with him. In a sarcastic tone, she asked, "Is that right, 'Bob'? That's your whole rationale for cheating on me. Well...I guess there's some truth in it, but tell me something, 'Bob'...just how long have we been dating now?" "Oh, I don't know...I guess it's been...what...maybe...a year." Bob answered, as he wondered where she was going with this. "Oh, very good, 'Bob'. You almost had that one right - but it's been well over a year since our first date - fourteen months, if you really care to know. And since then, we've gone out together countless times. We've even slept together a dozen times or more. So let me ask you this...and I want you to think very carefully about it...what with all our time together, doesn't it seem that we are in a relationship - and a damn serious one too? And given our history, isn't it kind of implied, despite what we may have said at the start, that we do have a certain commitment to each other?" she asked him. She watched as the smug look he had been wearing slowly disappeared from his face only to re-appear on hers. Tanya knew she had him now as she watched him squirm, but wanted to plant the hook a little deeper as she add, "Oh, and about the name thing. You're kind of right about that too...a man named 'Robert' could be called 'Bob' by his family and friends. But since you seem to be behaving like a spoiled child, and can't act like a responsible adult, then I think 'Bobbie' is the perfect name for you. Don't you agree, 'Bob-bie'?" Bob was sunk. He had just seen his whole defense go down in flames. Anyone who knew them would've agreed with Tanya about their relationship, and deep down he knew it too. The problem was he had been denying it to himself all this time, and he had no other excuse for his cheating on her with Donna. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew she was right and he was in the wrong. "Well...if you...kind of...look at it like that...then...I guess so," he grudgingly admitted. "YOU GUESS SO! Well, if you 'guess' we're in a relationship, then why are you cheating on me, Bobbie? And especially with a T-girl like Donna DeLuca?" "T-girl?" Bob asked, confused at the term. He had never heard it before. "Yes, a T-girl...like in transvestite or transsexual. The girl you've been seeing behind my back was born a man...and has a cock. And don't try to deny it. With the way you had your hand up her dress, you must have felt it and you were even probably stroking her off." Bob was so surprised over Tanya knowing about Donna being transgendered, he stammered out, "How...how...did you know?" "Oh, please. With all my years as a make-up artist and as a cosmetologist, it was fairly obvious. Any woman who dresses like her and wears that much make-up is either a cheap hooker looking to attract some Johns, or she's some poor T-girl, who is trying way too hard to look like a sexy woman and doesn't have a clue on how to do it properly. When I first saw you with her, I thought maybe she was a prostitute, but as I watched her more closely I saw other little things like how she acted and moved, and I finally realized she was a T-girl." Since she had him dead to right about Donna, Bob couldn't see how he could possible deny it, so he figured it would be better to just admit it, "Okay Tanya...you're right...about Donna." "Oh, I know I am, Bobbie. But what surprised me most was I didn't know you had a thing for chicks' with dicks," she said mockingly. "You're just full of little kinks...aren't you, Bobbie?" "NO!" Bob cried. "It wasn't like that, Tanya. I swear." "So what was it, Bobbie? Did you know she was transgendered...and you just picked her up for a little cheap thrill...or did you find out later, Bobbie?" "Not at first," Bob muttered softly with his eyes downcast. He couldn't look her in the eyes. He felt so embarrassed over Tanya knowing all about Donna. Bob thought she believed him to be some kind of faggot for dating a she-male. "What? I didn't hear you." "I said, 'not at first'," Bob answered again, but then he figured he should try to save what little of his male dignity he could as he added, "I only found out tonight, and when I did, I was so shocked I threw her out." "Really, Bobbie? You know that's not what Donna told me." "Donna...told you..." Bob parroted as he looked up at her with wide eyes. "Oh, yes, Bobbie. I meet her when she left here and we had a long talk about you. She's really a nice girl, but she desperately needs help on how to act and dress more like a lady. I offered her my professional services if she would tell me all about you and her. You can imagine how shocked she was to find out that I was your girlfriend and that you were cheating on me by dating her. She doesn't seem to like lying, cheating boyfriends any more than I do." "Oh...God." "You might not want to call on Him, Bobbie. I hear He doesn't care much for lairs and cheaters either," Tanya said to her guilty looking boyfriend. "So would you like to know what she told me about you?" Bob had no desire to hear what Donna had said about him, as he slowly shook his head no, but Tanya just choose to ignore him. "Donna told me how she meet you, Bobbie. She said you picked her up at a dance club on the other side of town that is...how should I put it...open to people with alternative lifestyles...over a month ago. At first she thought you knew she was transgendered, and you were just another guy looking for a thrill with a she-male. But she said you treated her so well at the club, and when you asked for her number to call her to ask her out sometime, she thought maybe you didn't know. When she got your call, she knew that you really didn't know. So she went out with you only to set you straight about her. She said your reaction when she told you was about what she expected and when she left, she figured she'd never hear from you again." Tanya watched Bob as she told her story. He seemed to be getting a little sick looking as he heard it. "So is that about right, Bobbie?" "Ah...yeah...I guess." "Well, I'm so glad you agree. But now comes the interesting part, Bobbie...so pay attention. Donna told me that about a week or so later, she got another call from you and you asked her out again. She didn't think it was a good idea, and turned you down. But after calling her for the third time and practically begging her to go out with you, she said yes. She told me you both were a bit nervous on that date, but you both got over it and even had a good time together. She then told me you called her several more times for dates and she went out on them with you. She said you were really very sweet to her and treated her quite nice. "Donna also told me she didn't want to push you in to something you weren't ready for, so she would let you set the pace whenever you went out. She said that as you dated you both grew more relaxed around each other, and the two of you also grew more intimate with each other. She told me how the two of you would often do some rather heavy making out here, or sometimes at her place. She told me that on your most recent dates, she would give you head before she left to go home. She also told me that she did it again tonight, but after sucking you off, you told her you wanted to return the favor so to speak, and so tonight you went down on her, putting your head between her legs, and sucking on her cock..." "WHAT! NO WAY!" Bob screamed. "If she told you that, it's a lie!" Donna wouldn't have told Tanya about that, he hoped. "Really, Bobbie? Well maybe I should invite her to come back in so you can deny it when she's standing here too." "Invite her back..." Bob repeated, confused by Tanya's suggestion. "Yes. She's waiting in my car. I think she should really see what kind of louse you are as you call her a liar to her face." "All right...all right...I admit it. I've been dating her for almost a month. And I even...sucked her...cock." "Finally, the truth out of your mouth!" Tanya exclaimed, and then she added in a disgusted tone, "You know Bobbie, I don't which is more painful - getting a tooth extracted, or getting the truth out of you." Since he didn't see much hope for them after admitting to his affair with Donna, Bob asked sadly, "So Tanya...are you going to leave me now?" "That depends on you, Bobbie. Since we both know the truth about what a liar and cheat you are now, I should just cut my losses with you, leave here and walk out that door, and never see you again, while you get on with your miserable little life," Tanya said. Bob seemed to shrink from the guilt he was feeling and his own stupidity. "If I do, maybe Donna would take you back, but I doubt it - she seems to have way too much class for the likes of you." Bob visible flinched at Tanya's stinging criticism of him. "Or," Tanya continued, "we could try to work this out together, Bobbie, and rebuild the trust I thought we had, so we could eventually be a couple again." Bob looked up at her upon hearing this; here was a possible way not to lose her. "The first choice would be the easy one - and to tell you the truth Bobbie, I'm very tempted to do it - but I still have feelings for you, so I'm willing to try and work this out with you. The second choice won't be so easy, especially for you since I expect you to make a lot of concessions to win me back - and once we start there will be no backing out of it, no matter how much you may want too. So tell me what you want to do, Bobbie, but think long and hard before you answer because whatever you decide will be absolutely final?" Bob looked at Tanya for several moments as he considered his options. He just couldn't lose her. She was the best thing in his life, but he knew that she was right about how hard it would be to stay together. Finally he answered, "I...don't want to...lose you, Tanya. I'd liked to try...and stay together." "Are you sure? You don't sound like it," she asked. "Yes, I'm sure," Bob answered with more determination in his voice. "I'll do whatever you want to stay with you." "Well, that's very good, Bobbie. And I'm quite pleased with your answer since I always thought you were enough of a man that you wouldn't just take the easy way out. I'm glad I was right about you and quite proud of you too," Tanya told him, as a small smile appeared on her lips. It was the first time he had seen her smile since she walked in. "Now I need to ask you something, but before you answer, I want you to think about it and go deep into yourself to find the truth. Can you do that for me?" "Yes Tanya, I'll try. What do you want to know?" "I want you to truthfully tell me how you feel about me and why you feel that way, Bobbie. If we are going to have any chance of making this work out to be a couple, I need to know why you think we should stay together...understand?" Bob nodded his head while looking at Tanya as he considered his answer. She was truly a remarkable woman. Standing five foot eight inches in her bare feet, with a trim one hundred twenty four pound frame, she was in her late twenties - she never would tell him her exact age - with a life and vitality that never seemed to quit. With her jade green eyes and shoulder length ash blond hair, she had an extremely attractive face, made even more so by the use of her own expert skills as a make-up artist. He loved kissing her wonderfully soft, full lips. He also loved wrapping his arms around her and hugging her curvy body with her soft, generous C-cup breasts. So Bob found Tanya to be an extremely attractive lady, but he also appreciated other things about her too. She was extremely intelligent with a quick wit and fun loving personality. And her playfulness extended to the bedroom. He had to admit some of the best times he ever had in the bedroom was when Tanya was his sex partner. She loved to dress up and to role-play to excite him in ways no other woman did. Once, while watching a movie with Tanya, he commented about how hot he thought the auburn haired actress in it was. So imagine his surprise a few days later, when a sexy redhead who looked remarkable like her sat down across from him in a restaurant, as he waited for Tanya to show up for their date. He did a double take, before he realized the lady at his table was his girlfriend. Tanya not only made herself up to look like her, but also imitated her clipped British accent and mannerisms from the movie. The rest of the evening everyone kept looking at the woman he was escorting, as they tried to figure out if she was, or wasn't, who she appeared to be. It was a lot of fun for them both, but particular for Bob when he got the actress to go to bed with him. Tanya also had a kind and generous heart. She volunteered her time and talent to do makeovers for cancer patients undergoing therapy, so they could feel better about themselves by helping them look more normal. Bob once accompanied her to a hospice where she and some helpers worked on a group of women. Looking at those battle scarred veterans of the medical industry, Bob couldn't help but think how they resembled women he had once seen in some WWII concentration camp photos. He was impressed when in a few hours time they were transformed from their bald, emaciated selves back into the attractive women they were before they became ill. One woman that Bob was talking with told him she had lost a breast and was undergoing chemo, and feared she would never be attractive to her husband again. But when Tanya was done with her, she appeared to have two normal looking breasts again in a low cut blouse, and was as pretty as she had ever been. Watching those transformed women as they profusely thanked Tanya and her helpers with their smiles, hugs, tears and accolades for her, Bob only felt admiration for his girlfriend. But with all the things that Bob knew about her, and even after their adventures together, Tanya still remained an enigma. Women always were a bit of a puzzle to Bob anyway, but there were things about Tanya that he thought he should know, but for whatever reason she never seemed to want to tell him about. When he once asked her something about her childhood, she gave him a rather vague answer and then quickly changed the subject. And after it had happened several more times, Bob asked her if she was ashamed of her past since she seemed to be keeping it a secret. She looked thoughtful at him for a moment, and then said with a warm laugh, "Darling, every woman keeps a few secrets to add to her mystery. Perhaps someday I'll let you in on some of my secrets but not enough to end the mystery, because without the mystery to add a certain spice to a woman's life, what is there to keep her man interested in her." So Bob accepted her explanation at the time, and didn't bother to ask any more about her past, but he still would wonder about it from time to time. He also often wondered about what it was Tanya saw in him. When he had first meet her, it had taken quite a bit from him to work up the courage to ask her for a date; he felt sure she would shoot him down and put him in his place by saying no - she was just so far out of his league - but when he had finally taken the chance, he was pleasantly surprised, when after starring at him for several long nerve wracking moments she simply said yes. So they went out, but they both seemed to want to keep it light as they promised each other they won't looking for anything more than having a fun time, and in fact they did. But Bob asked her out again and she agreed, and before long they were dating fairly regularly. Despite the fact they seemed to be truly involved with each other, Bob felt for sure at some point Tanya would just dump him, when someone better came along. After all, Bob couldn't see what he had to offer her that would make her want to stay with him. Perhaps that's why he went out with another girl. If she found out, it would give her an excuse to just dump him, and he could finally end his anxious waiting for the shoe to drop anyway. Besides, Bob figured in the long run it would be for the best if she dumped him, as they didn't seem to have a lot in common. Tanya was highly educated with more than one college degree, while he barely got though high school to get his diploma along with three certificates he earned from a trade school to complete his education. She also owned some kind of small cosmetics business with two other women as her partners, while he worked as a journeyman electrician for a small electrical contractor. She also never seemed to worry about money, and while he had no idea what she earned, he figured she must be financially well off compared to him. And while he earned good money as an electrician, there were times like when he was laid off when he had to scramble to make ends meet by doing plumbing, carpentry or whatever he could find. And when it came to social situations, Tanya was more outgoing and seemed to know just about everybody who was anybody, while he was always a bit shy and felt awkward in social gatherings. Bob's one social grace though was he could dance and do it extremely well, all thanks to his single working mother. She had insisted that he and his older sister take dance lessons from an early age so they would at least have that to help them in life. Unlike most kids, it turned out that dancing was something he enjoyed, and his dance instructor found in him an apt and eager pupil. With his dancing ability he discovered his mother had been right, as it gave him the opportunity to meet girls that wouldn't normally give him the time of day, since he was hardly an Adonis in the looks department. His driver's license listed his height as five foot ten, but that was only true if he stretched his posture while standing, and he was also wearing one-inch heeled shoes. In truth, he was just a fraction of an inch taller than Tanya, with slightly broader shoulders. And where she had a trim figure, he was showing early signs of a middle age spread, with a bit of a gut and love handles, though he was only twenty-six years old. While hardly plain looking, his facial features could never be called manly, instead his face was quite boyish, and it gave him such a youthful appearance he was quite use to being carded whenever he went to a club or to buy beer. Though he would wish at times to have a more rugged face that allowed him to look his age, at least most of the women he met thought he was cute looking, but mainly in a little brother sort of way. So Bob spoke to her of many of these things, along with some of his hopes and fears, as he tried his best to explain to Tanya what he felt about her and why. As she listened to him, a smile would appear on her lips at times, as if she had recalled a pleasant memory over something he had said. Finally, Bob concluded saying, "...that's why I want to stay with you, Tanya. I'd like another chance to see if what I feel for you is the real thing, and see if maybe we could have a life together." "Well Bobbie, I must say I'm quite touch," she replied with genuine warmth in her voice. "And since you finally admitted your feelings to me - and quite possible to yourself for the first time tonight - I'm more than willing to forgive you and give you that second chance...but with conditions." "Conditions...what conditions?" "Before I tell you, I'd like to try a little experiment," Tanya replied. She had been glancing at her watch for the last several minutes while he had been speaking, and the last time she looked a tiny smile had appeared on her lips. "Experiment?" Bob was confused so he looked at her for an explanation. But rather than explaining, Tanya just smiled and in a very commanding tone, she said, "Bobbie, I want you to open your robe, lower your briefs, take your cock in your hand and masturbate until you cum really hard." "WHAT!" Bob exclaimed upon hearing her strange request. But as shocking as that was, he was stunned even more when he realized he was doing exactly what Tanya had told him. Standing in front of her, totally exposed and performing a normally private act. Bob felt deeply embarrassed by it, but was also terribly frightened too. He couldn't comprehend why he was acting like this - and more importantly why he couldn't stop. "Tanya..." "Just be quiet, Bobbie," she said as she shushed him. "I know what you want to ask, but I want you to have a really good orgasm. So you just concentrate on playing with your dick, while you listen closely to everything I'm about to tell you. Oh, and here, use this to catch your spunk in," she told him as she handed him some tissues. She then sat down in an easy chair, to watch her boyfriend's performance with a small smirk on her face, and then began speaking to him. "A few years ago while working on a new cosmetic, I discovered a formula for something else quite by accident. What I had found was a chemical that could be used as a drug with some rather unique properties. Under its influence, a person becomes extremely complacent and open to any commands they are given. It leaves them completely alert with all their normal mental faculties, but somehow it short-circuits their free will, essentially making them an obedient slave until it wears off. But if it is given repeatedly for some length of time, and they are also given the same instructions each time, then the drug seems to cause a more permanent change to occur in the person's psyche, and they will then carry out any orders, or believe anything they are commanded to believe even after it wears off. Having that kind of capability, the drug could be used to re- program a person, turning a sinner into a saint, or even worse, turning a saint into a sinner. "When I finally realized what I had discovered, I became extremely concerned over how dangerous it could be in the wrong hands. So after I committed everything to memory, I completely destroyed all my notes and records about the drug so no one can every get their hands on it. I also used the drug on myself to program myself to forget everything about it should anyone every try to force me to reveal the formula. I was also worried someone else might also discover the same formula as I had, so I spent a lot of time working to find a counter agent just in case that ever happened. "When I kissed you at the door, I was wearing lipstick with the drug in it. Direct consumption of the drug generally works best, but it can be given that way too, the only problem is it takes longer to work through the skin. So all the time we were talking the drug was slowly being absorbed into your system from the lipstick mark I left on your cheek. The reason I wasn't affected was because I did find a counter agent and took enough of it earlier this evening to protect me for at least 24 hours. Hmm...looks like you're almost ready to cum Bobbie, so I'll just stop my story here, until you do." Bob finally climaxed with a massive orgasm shooting several times into the tissues draining his balls. He was so drained that he felt weak in the knees, and would have collapsed if Tanya hadn't grabbed him and helped into the chair. When he finally recovered, he looked up at her and she asked him, "You okay now?" At that point, Bob became totally incensed over what she had done to him. He flew into a rage and throwing discretion to the winds, shouted furiously at her, "YOU CRAZY BITCH! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GAVE ME A FUCKING MIND CONTROL DRUG! AND FOR WHAT...JUST TO WATCH ME JERK OFF IN FRONT OF YOU! YOU'RE COMPLETELY INSANE..." "Bobbie, shut up and be quiet." Tanya said calmly to him. Upon hearing Tanya's command Bob instantly felt silent despite the rage he was still feeling. It finally dawned on him that Tanya held all the cards and could control him to get him to do anything she wanted. With this realization he also knew how rash he had just been, and he became extremely frightened. He hoped desperately that his sudden outburst hadn't pissed her off. Tanya seeing the look in Bob's eyes had a good idea what was going through his head, so she said, "Just relax, Bobbie. You should know me well enough to know I'm not a vindictive person, so I forgive you your little outburst. Your anger is completely justified, but from now on when you want to speak to me, you will do so in a civil manner...do you understand? Oh...and no calling me any more nasty names either." "Yes, Tanya. Thank you for not being anger with me," Bob replied quietly. When she had told him to relax, he had felt most of his anger drain from him, and now he found himself calmer than he would have expected. Intellectually he knew he should have felt angry due to the fact that his crazy girlfriend had drugged him, but what little of the emotion remained didn't seem sufficient to him for the situation he was in. He was really troubled by this artificial calmness, but he couldn't seem to generate the emotions within himself to get out of the forced emotional state he was currently in. "Oh, I'm not angry at you, Bobbie - not really. What I am is greatly disappointed in you. I like you a lot Bobbie...and based on what had told me earlier, I think...I could even love you. I also know the kind of person you are, and while you are basically very decent, you could be better with a little proper guidance. I'm also not happy over how you cheated on me, so while I may like you, I still think you need to atone for your sins." "Atone for my sins?" Bob asked. He was again confused by what Tanya meant. "Oh yes, Bobbie. You see, when someone commits a sin, they earn forgiveness by first confessing their sin, and then they perform some act or make some sacrifice to show how sorry they are, as a way to make amends to God, or to the person they sinned against. Since you confessed you sins to me, I will decide what you will do for your atonement to earn my forgiveness." "So...um...what do you want me to do?" Bob asked as calmly as he could. He knew Tanya was a decent person, but he never thought of her as being all the religious, but all this talk of sins and sacrifice was beginning to worry him. Given his present situation and Tanya's talk of atonement, he was beginning to wonder is she was indeed crazy; and if she was, what would she ask of him. "I'll get to that in a minute, Bobbie. First, I want to talk about something you said before when you were shouting at me," Tanya said. Seeing the curious look he gave her, she continued. "I didn't just give you the drug to watch you jerk off in front of me. I'd never use it to do something so frivolous. After all our time together you should know by now that I'm a very responsible person. And I take that responsibility extremely seriously when it comes to using a drug as powerful as this. The few times I even used it was to use it only for what I thought were the right reasons. When I first discovered it, I thought it would be great to get certain criminals who had eluded the law, to confess their crimes. And thanks to me, there are some people in custody now that wouldn't be there otherwise." "You mean like gangsters...or the mafia! Don't you know how dangerous that is?" Bob exclaimed, interrupting her. "Tanya...you could of been hurt...or even killed." He couldn't believe she did such a thing - she really was crazy. Tanya gave him a small smile. It pleased her greatly hearing how concerned he was over her safety. "I'm glad you're so concerned for my well being, Bobbie, but you don't have to worry. I was always extremely cautious and operated as discretely as I could. Besides I'm no longer doing that. I decided to stop being a vigilante when some things happened that caused me to completely question the ethics and my reasons for what I was doing. I was also worried that what I was doing might result in someone finding out about the drug." "I'm glad to hear that, Tanya. But you still haven't explained why you drugged me." "You're right. The reason I decided to give you the drug was because I had this plan, and it hinged on whether we were going to stay together or break up. Earlier when I gave you the choice about splitting up, had you chosen to split up, I could have left, you would've gone to bed and by morning the drug would've been out of your system and you would've been none the wiser. But if you decided to stay together then to carry out the rest of my plan I needed to get you under control, since I'm pretty sure you won't like what I want to do." "Oh, I'm quite sure I won't like it," Bob replied with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm not exactly happy with what you've done to me so far." "And that's perfectly understandable and I don't blame you for feeling that way. But Bobbie, you should know I absolutely hate cheaters. And for you to sneak around and cheat on me hurts me so much. I always thought you were a better man than that," Tanya said sadly, her green eyes showing how hurt she was, as they grew moist like she was going to cry. After a moment or two while she composed herself, she asked softly, "By the way, is Donna the only one? No. On second thought, I don't want to know - even one is more than enough." "Would it...help...if I say, how sorry I am?" Bob told her in a very sincere tone. He felt so bad at seeing how hurt she was. "I swear I never wanted to hurt you, Tanya." "It does, because I know you really mean it. That's one of the reasons I like you so much, Bobbie. As guys go, you're normally so much better than most, but you are a guy and you still can be an insensitive jerk at times. So I've decide that to make amends for your wrongs, you will make a sacrifice that will hopefully make you a better person in the end. I want to tell you straight up that I'm not doing this to take revenge or to punish you, although you may think so. I'm doing this so you will learn something about yourself, our relationship, and so you can see what you did was about the most hurtful thing that one person can do to another person, who they are suppose to care about. Lying and cheating destroys trust, and without trust no relationship or marriage can ever survive." "Marriage? You wanted to...marry me?" Bob was totally stunned. To think that a woman like Tanya actually thought about marrying him seemed unbelievable. "Does that surprise you, Bobbie?" Tanya asked with a melancholy look. "Yes, I thought about it. I thought we might marry...not now...but someday when we both knew each other better." "But why? I never thought you would want to...marry me?" "And that's part of your problem, Bobbie. You think that I would only want to marry you if you were wealthier, or better educated, or had a better job. But, when it's all said and done those things don't matter to me, as I am only interested in the things a person has inside them, like if they have a truly loving, caring, and understanding heart. I thought maybe you were that kind of person...but now I'm not so sure," Tanya said as she choked back her tears. She stopped speaking and looked away from him and softly began to cry. Bob looked at her and didn't know what to say. To find out that she had felt like this about him showed him just what kind of fool he had been. Seeing how much pain she was in, and knowing he had caused it, made him feel like the most worthless person in the world. He wanted to do something to take her pain away, but the only thing he could think of seemed so inadequate. Gently taking her hand in his, Bob said softly, "Tanya...I'm sorry." Tanya turned back to him, as she wiped away her tears. She squeezed his hand and a small smile formed on her lips. "Thank you, sweetie. I'm so glad to hear you say that. They may be hope for us yet." Bob smiled and squeezed back to let her know he cared for her. He was glad to see that she seemed better now. "Now where was I...oh, yes. I think that for you to make amends to me, you need to sacrifice your male identity, so you can gain a new perspective on things from my point of view. It's like the old saying, if you want to understand someone you need to walk a mile in their shoes," she told him, then added with a little giggle, "or in this case, I guess it would be high heels." Now Bob was really confused and from the blank look on his face, Tanya knew he really didn't have a clue what she was telling him. "You see Bobbie, what I want is for my boyfriend to go away for awhile and you to become my girlfriend - so I'm going to change you into a sexy little bimbo. As my bimbo girlfriend, you will be able to get an understanding and an appreciation of what it's like to be a woman, especially one who is usually treated by men like a sex object, so you can see what it's like to deal with them." "WHAT!" Bob said in shock, as he now understood what she had proposed. "That's just crazy. You can't be serious...cause there's no way you can turn me into a woman - sexy or otherwise." "You'd be quite amazed at just what I can do, Bobbie," Tanya replied with a cool confidence. "You may think that you are so masculine...so macho...that you could never make a convincing female. But let me tell you Bobbie, with your boyish looking face and your physique, it will be a lot easier than you think. Not only will I turn you into a convincing woman, but she will be quite a stunner to everyone who meets her." "No way!" Bob stated adamantly. "I don't believe it." Tanya gave a laugh at her boyfriend, and said, "You just keep telling yourself that Bobbie, when I have you in a bra, pantyhose, and a sexy little black dress while you strut around in five-inch stilettos showing your goods to all the guys out there." Bob gave her a nasty look, but remained unconvinced. Tanya laughed, as she opened her purse and pulled something out. It looked to be a candy lollipop and she removed the wrapper. With the lollipop in hand, she put her purse down and came towards her boyfriend. "Here Bobbie," Tanya said while handing him the lollipop, "suck on this for a while. I have some things I need to bring in from my car and set up in here. And I better check on Donna and see about sending her home - she probably thinks I forgot about her." Bob looked at the lollipop she handed him, and was shocked to see it was one of those erotic novelty candies, as it was shaped like a male penis with balls. He glanced up at his girlfriend, and upon seeing his face, she told him with a smirk, "Oh, don't worry about the shape, Bobbie. It's not like it's the first cock you've ever had in your mouth, and believe me it definitely won't be the last. So girl, you just lick and suck on your little lolly like a good little bimbo." Bob had no desire to do anything of the kind, but he found his disobedient tongue emerge from his mouth and lick at the phallic shaped candy, even as Tanya stood watching him enjoy his treat for several moments with a devious smile on her face. He found the taste quite pleasant with a sweet cherry flavor. As he concentrated on licking and sucking his candy cock, he soon grew unaware of whatever Tanya was doing, as she prepared for his coming transformation. When she finally came back and stood beside him, he had consumed most of the lollipop. As he became aware of her presence, he looked up at her as she said, "You're doing a really great job sucking on that cock, Bobbie. I can tell that you'll be a really good little cock-sucking bimbo. I'll wait a few minutes while you finish it off. After all you don't want to waste any...now do you?" When he finally finished consuming the last of his sugary sex treat, Bob looked up at her to see her smiling quite pleasantly at him. The lollipop he had spent an hour consuming was very liberally laced with more of the drug she had given him when she had kissed him. With the amount he had now had in his system, Tanya knew he would remain quite complacent and obedient to her commands for some time to come. Besides she had plenty more of those little sex candies for her new bimbo to eat so she could keep Bobbie under her control for days or weeks to come, if needed. "All right, my sweet girl. Stand up. Now follow me. We need to get started on making you pretty," she commanded as a pleasant smile played on her lips. Tanya led him down the hallway towards the bathroom. Bob continued to try to resist with all of his might, but whatever Tanya had given him was too powerful, and he found himself following like an obedient puppy dog. Stopping at the door, she turned and smiled pleasantly at him while she waited for him to reach her. When he came to a stop, she said to him, "Now Bobbie I've drawn you a nice hot bubble bath and put some of my special lotions in the water. So I want you to go in and strip off your clothes, and climb in the tub for a good long soak. Make sure you get your entire body in the water so the lotions can do a good job on conditioning your skin...understand, dear?" "Yes, Tanya. I understand," Bob found himself answering in a calm manner. "That's a good girl. I think you're really going to love your bubble bath, sweetie," she said to him, with that same pleasant smile on her face. Bob found her smile really annoying. He knew that despite his best efforts he couldn't do anything to stop her from whatever she had in mind to do to him - and she knew it, but worse yet, she knew that he knew it too. And her pleasantly over all this was ticking him off because he wanted her to yell at him and be mean, so he could at least justify his anger towards her. Instead she was treating him with kindness, and he found it so much more infuriating. Walking in to the bathroom, Bob found it decked out like a feminine oasis. The lights were off, but there were about a dozen scented candles lit to provide a soft illumination and a feminine flowery smell to the room. He striped off his robe and briefs and stepped into the tub finding the water extremely warm, but not so hot that it was uncomfortable. He slowly lowered himself into the fragrant water until he was totally immersed in it and covered by the bubbles, until only his head could be seen. Now Bob almost always showered and so he couldn't remember the last time he had taken a bath, yet alone a bubble bath, but as he sat soaking in the tub with the candles, the scents and the warmth from the water, he had to admit it was really quite nice. It all seemed a little surreal to him but he could see why women liked to bathe like this - it was pleasant and relaxing. Tanya entered and picked up his discarded clothes. She looked at him in the tub and smiling said, "Are you enjoying your bath, sweetie?" "Um...yes, I am. It's kind of nice." "I knew you'd like it." "Ah...Tanya, could I have a wash cloth?" he asked. "I was getting ready to take a shower when you came, and I'd like to wash myself." "Of course, sweetie. Here use this," she said handing him something he had never seen before. It looked like some kind of sponge. "What's this?" "It's a loofah. It's very gentle on the skin but cleans better than a washcloth. Just wet it and gently rub yourself with it. It will exfoliate your skin and leave you very clean," she told him, as he began to clean himself as she instructed. She then left him while he continued to wash himself. When Tanya came back, she had him stand up in the tub and then drained the tub. She grabbed the shower wand and began to hose him off. Bob was surprised to discover that not only was his skin now satiny smooth just like a woman's, he was also completely denuded of any body hair. Tanya smiled at him again, and said, "Well sweetie, I'm so glad you enjoyed your first bubble bath. And see this, you won't have to worry about any nasty old body hair for some time to come. One of my treatments usually knocks out the hair follicles for at least 10 to 12 months, and it leaves the skin so fragrant and wonderfully soft to the touch. Go ahead and see for yourself." Bob ran his hand over his arm. He couldn't believe how it felt like what a young woman's flesh would normally have felt like to him - only even more so. He also could smell a clean feminine fragrance when he brought his arm to his nose. As he looked up at Tanya's smiling face, he felt his fear growing in him. This whole idea of turning him into a female bimbo had seemed so crazy when Tanya had first said it, but now he was beginning to believe as insane as it seemed she might be able to actually do it. Tanya saw the fear in Bob's eyes, but just kept smiling warmly at him. She delighted in the fact that Bob was afraid, and didn't feel like easing his fear or worries just yet - she wanted him to suffer a little for his indiscretion. Grabbing a big fluffy bath towel she helped her bimbo in training step out of the tub, and began to dry him off. She then wrapped a towel around him at the chest, the way a woman does to cover herself. She told him as she did this, "Since you're a girl now Bobbie, you'll need to cover yourself like this from now on to protect your modesty." Then with a small laugh, she added, "But I think you'll be needing much larger towels once I give you your new titties." Bob was about to say something over this latest verbal jab, but she stopped him and told him to be quiet. Taking his hand, Tanya led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Bob could she that she had been busy, since there were several cases and boxes now scattered about the room. In the center was a portable chair that Tanya sometimes used when she worked on a client. She led him to the chair and told him to sit down and to remain still. Bob climbed into the chair and sat down. Tanya placed a plastic cape around his neck and fastened it, covering his body. She studied his face for several minutes, then picked up a small bottle and began smearing the contents on his face. Bob wanted more than anything to jump up out of that chair and run as far away from his crazy girlfriend as he could get, but instead he found himself sitting quietly as Tanya worked on his face. Every so often Tanya would tell him to do something and he obediently followed her tiniest directions as she applied all kinds of lotions, makeup and did other things to his face. Bob didn't like what she was doing to him one bit since it left his face feeling extremely strange to him. When she finally finished she stepped back to examine her handwork and seemed pleased with the result. Bob on the other hand was hardly pleased at all and his face showed it by the scowl he wore on it. Tanya seeing the expression on his face clucked at him saying, "Now sweetie, that will never do. A proper bimbo should always have a pleasant little small on her pretty face, like she hasn't a care in the world, or a serious thought in her pretty little head. So Bobbie, turn that frown upside down, and give us a smile, sugar." Despite his desire to tell her to fuck off, Bob answered in an agreeable manner, "Okay Tanya." He then felt his face contort into the new expression that Tanya requested, while inside he fumed at her. "Hmm, we need to do something about your voice, sugar," Tanya said while tapping her cheek with her index finger. She grabbed a small spray bottle, and told Bob to open his mouth. She sprayed some of the liquid to the back of his throat and told him to swallow it. What little he tasted of it didn't seem very pleasant, and Bob was happy to swallow it and try to get the foul taste out of his mouth. Then she told him to say, "I'm a horny little bimbo." Bob complied with this latest indignity, and has surprised how different his voice sounded, as he now seemed to speak in a higher register. But Tanya still wasn't satisfied so she repeated the process by having him swallow more of the liquid from the spray bottle. When she was finally satisfied with the results, Bob now sounded like a young woman, with a lovely soprano sounding feminine voice issuing forth from his mouth instead of his usual male baritone. Tonya smiled at him and told him that he now sounded okay, but she would help him later to speak in a more girlish manner so he could talk like the bimbo he was slowly becoming. "Just think sweetie, when we're all done," she said teasingly, "you'll have such a sexy voice you can get a job as a phone sex operator." "Now lets do something about you hair, sweetie," Tanya said as she picked up a set of electric hair clippers. Bob hated long hair and usually kept his hair quite short, but by the time Tanya finished with him he was bald as a cue ball. She then smeared another lotion on his baldhead, and soon he felt his scalp tingling in a strange, but not unpleasant fashion. Tanya then stepped over to get something out of some boxes, and Bob was surprised as she pulled two huge female wigs out of them - one in honey blond and the other in light auburn. As she held them up, he heard her as she ask herself, "Now which one should we use," while looking back and forth between the two wigs and her bald victim. "Hmm...Should pretty Bobbie be a saucy and brazen redhead...or a dazzling and flighty blonde?" Bob sat quietly as Tanya considered her options. As far as he was concerned if those were his only two options, he would prefer to remain bald forever. After several long moments, during which Bob anxiously wondered if he was going to windup a redhead or a blonde, she finally seemed to make up her mind. Putting the red-haired wig away, Tanya told him, "You know there's something to be said for tradition...and with your pretty blue eyes, sweetie...you definitely should be a blonde." Bob watched with a sense of horror, as she approached him with that massively huge wig of honey gold blond hair. As she fitted the wig to his head, the tingling sensation returned only now it seem much more intense. He wondered what it could mean, even as he saw her pick up a brush to begin styling the wig she had placed on his head. While working on his new mane of hair, Bob began to think with a feeling of dread that she had actually glued the wig to his head given the amount of pulling he felt on his scalp. He was so distracted by this idea; he didn't realize that Tanya had been speaking to him. "...and I always loved your bright blue eyes, but I thought what a shame you weren't born a natural blond. So now I can correct nature's mistake and make you the way you should've been, sweetie." When Tanya finished working on his new blond tresses, she told him to cover his face, as she picked up a can of hair spray. She sprayed him with it to set the style in place while also using a hair pick in her other hand to give it a final fluff. Placing the pick and hairspray down on her worktable, she removed the cape from around Bob's neck, and told him to go take a look at himself in the mirror. Bob climbed out of the chair and approached the mirror on his dresser with a feeling of great trepidation, but at the same time he felt intensely curious at what he was about to see. Looking in the mirror Bob was stunned at what he saw. Starring back at him was a blonde with one of those big hairstyles that beauty pageant contenders seemed to wear surrounding her face. Her bright blue eyes surrounded by long dark lashes were opened in stunned surprise, while soft full lips framed her slack jawed mouth in red lipstick. As Bob's expression of shock left the girl's face, he began to closely study the stranger in the mirror he had just met, even as he tried to get it though his head that he was really looking at himself. What Bob saw in the mirror was a most desirable young woman. The girl appeared to be barely in her twenties - perhaps at most twenty-two or three. Lustrous light honey blond hair rose on her head in a flattering feminine style, framing her heart shaped face, and falling in soft waves until it reached well below her shoulders, as Bob knew since he could feel it tickling him on his shoulder blades. Under that massive mane of blond curls was a female face with a soft cream colored complexion and a healthy radiant glow to the skin. Her brownish-blond eyebrows were a pair of thin, flattened arches above a pair of provocative blue eyes made so by the smoky shades of eye shadow she had on her lids, while luxuriantly long eyelashes, thick with mascara, curved out from eyelids lined in black. Bob's nose, which he had always thought had a bit of an aquiline look, now seemed not only smaller and narrower, but also lacked his eagle beak. While his remodeled nose on this girl's face could never be considered pert, it nestled between a pair of soft round cheeks and added a certain character to her cute face. But of all her feminine features that made up her pretty face the best by far was her mouth - and what a mouth it was! Formed from a pair of thick and fleshy lips it smiled sweetly at him, while the super moist red lipstick worn upon those lips made it seem that it was just begging to be kissed. And thanks to her sexy little smile, her pouty cupid-bow lips were parted slightly allowing her white teeth to seemingly sparkle behind them. Slightly to the right and above the juncture of those lips was a tiny brown beauty mole whose whole existence seemingly was to draw even more attention to this girl's opulent mouth. Bob was stunned at what he was seeing and tried desperately to find any part of his old familiar self in that incredibly cute female face - but it all seemed to have been changed. The only familiar reference in her face were his eyes, but even they seemed different - more open and larger as if this young woman was viewing her world in a state of wonderment. "This just can't be," Bob told himself in disbelief as he tried to figure out how Tanya had transformed his face so thoroughly and convincingly. He looked even closer at himself to see if he could detect what she had done to him. His stronger male jaw line had some how been changed into a softer female looking one giving the girl her pleasing heart shaped face. Even his neck and Adam's apple seemed to now belong to this girl with its narrower, almost swan like quality. He thought for sure he could detect something fake at his hairline - after all he was wearing a wig. But even upon his closest inspection his new hair looked perfectly normal as he could see individual hairs seemingly emerging and growing from his scalp. Raising his hand towards that face to test his grip on reality, Bob watched in fascinated horror as the girl in the mirror mimicked his move. As his male hand touched that delicate looking female cheek, Bob felt his own fingers brushing his own cheek. Bob finally had to accept the reality of the situation and what he was seeing. "Well my darling, I take it you believe me now when I said I would turn you into a sexy bimbo," he heard his girlfriend say with the sound of smug satisfaction in her voice. "But now that your face and hair are done, we need to move on to fixing up your body." Bob turned back to look at her with a look of fear on his face. "Please Tanya...I don't know how you're doing this...but please stop," he begged her in his high girly voice. "Please don't change me any more. Please...please change me back." "But sweetie, if we stop now and don't do your body, how will you ever get a guy to screw you. I mean with your face like it is now, I'm sure you can get all the cock you could ever want to suck just by pursing and licking your lips suggestive at a man, but you really need to have a female body so men will want to fuck you too." "Fuck me!" Bob cried out. "Oh, no...Tanya...no! Please don't do that to me! I don't want men screwing me!" "Oh, you say that now, but as soon as I give you a nice dripping little cunt, and a pair of huge soft tits with extra sensitive nipples, you'll be spreading your legs for any Tom, Dick or Harry who strikes your fancy," Tanya replied, and then she added with a laugh, "...or Dave, or Ted, or John, or Mike..." "OH GOD!" Bob cried as he fell to his knees in front of her. "Please Tanya, please stop. No...No more. I can't take...no more." He pleaded with her as he began to cry. Tanya looked at her blond haired boyfriend sobbing on the floor in front of her. She could kick herself at what she had just done. She knew how upsetting and frightening all this was to Bob, but she had been enjoying herself way too much as she watched him squirm. Now all her teasing had gotten out of hand and had caused him to break down. "Bobbie...Bobbie," she called softly to him as she bent down. "Get up, sweetie," she told him as she helped him up. She helped him over to the bed and sat him down on the edge. She sat down beside him and pulled him into her arms. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Can you forgive me?" "Forgive...you..." Bob replied confused, as he continued to sob in her arms. "Yes, sweetie," she said in a sincere tone. "I've been unnecessarily cruel to you. When I saw how frightened you were, I wanted to give you a little payback for how much you hurt me, but I let myself get carried away, and I've been teasing you unmercifully, when I really should've been calming your fears. I told you I'm not a vindictive person, but...I guess...maybe...I am...at least a little. So I'm asking you to forgive me. Will you, please?" "I...I...guess," Bob answered with a sniffle. "Will...will you change me back?" "I'm sorry, sweetie. But I can't." "You can't! You mean I'm stuck like this?" Bobbie cried out in alarm as he pushed himself away from her. "No sweetie, you're not stuck," Tanya answered quickly to calm him, even as she pulled him back into her arms once more. "I can change you back anytime I want. So let me re-phase what I said. I mean 'I won't'." "You won't? But...why?" Bob asked plaintively. "Because I still believe that changing you into a woman will be the best thing I can do to let you see the error of your actions. I'm human so I make mistakes like everyone else, but you must have a little faith in me to know I have only the best intentions in what I'm doing. You must also trust me and believe that in the end I will change you back after I feel you've learned your lesson. I know I'm asking a lot of you Bobbie, but I believe you've enough courage with in you, to put your faith and trust in me and believe that I have your best interests at heart, and let me finish what we've started." "It's just that I hate how I have no say in any of this. And I'm so afraid of what could happen since I have no control or any way to stop it," Bob quietly told her. Then a moment later he added, "Tanya, I believe I know you well enough to trust you and accept that you're a good person, but still I'm afraid." "I know Bobbie, I know. This is all quite unsettling to you, but you must try to remain calm. And you have to be brave too. I can't guarantee that nothing bad will ever happen to you Bobbie, but I promise I will do my best to look after you. Life's a risk and to really live it means you have to have the courage to accept those risks. There may be things that happen that neither one of us will ever see coming, but you have to believe that I will always be there for you." "Promise?" Bob asked as he looked into Tanya's warm green eyes. "Of course, sweetie. I promise. And I also promise to stop being so cruel too," Tanya swore as she gave Bob a little squeeze. "You feel better now?" "I...I guess," Bob replied somewhat hesitantly. "Are...are you going to make me have sex with other men?" "First off Bobbie, you can't have sex with 'other men' when you're a woman - understand? And second, sex is a part of life and a normal person, whether male or female, would want to do it since it is something to be enjoyed with the right partner. So while I won't force you to have sex with a man, it may happen just the same because you're a girl now, and at some point you may simply want to." "Well, that's not going to happen. I'll never want that," Bob stated. "Never say never, sugar," Tanya told him with a small crooked smile. Then she reached up to wipe the last of the tears from Bob's eyes, and as she did she said, "I guess it's a good thing the makeup I used on you is semi- permanent, otherwise you'd look a real fright right about now, sweetie." Bob, recalling how some women looked after a crying jag with their makeup running down their faces, realized he could've been one of those women now, if not for Tanya's foresight. That thought didn't make him feel better, but as it came to him, he said in a sassy way, "Then I guess I should be thankful to you for small favors - shouldn't I?" Even as the words flew out his mouth, he suddenly became concerned that Tanya might not react kindly to his smart-ass, flippant reply. Tanya seemed to pause as she heard his response, but then seeing the look of concern Bob gave her, she knew he had reacted in his normal fashion but was now regretting it because he didn't know how she was going to take it and feared what