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Intimate Illusions: Barbie Dahl By Juno Reeves "ROBERT PACKER!" Bobby Packer knew from both the tone and volume of his mother's voice, and the fact that she used his full name, that he was in deep trouble. "GET IN HERE, YOUNG MAN!" "What mom?" Bobby asked as he walked into the living room. Eleanor Packer pointed to the stack of magazines sitting on the coffee table. "JUST WHERE DID YOU GET THESE!" Bobby felt the blood rush to his face as he saw his once private, now public, collection of skin magazines. The covers, which brought him so much pleasure in the privacy of his own room, now caused his stomach to churn. I thought they were safe behind the dresser! Bobby told himself. "Mom... I... Ohhh..." "YOU WHAT, YOUNG MAN!" Eleanor fumed, her own face turning bright red. She tossed the closest magazine in her son's face. "JUST LOOK AT THIS TRASH!" Bobby couldn't bring himself to look at his magazines. He watched as his mother flipped through the pages of one, momentarily pausing to peel some pages apart, glued together by Bobby's passion. Page after page of naked women: Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes in poses that left nothing to the imagination of an eighteen year old male. Pages of big breasted women who displayed their best assets to the world, singly and in groups. Bobby knew his mother's opinion of such women; he'd heard her sound off often enough over the years, ever since his father left. Or was forced to leave, Bobby still wasn't sure. Hid dad had walked out the door twelve years before, immediately after his mother filed for divorce. Ever since, Eleanor Packer had gotten into the women's movement in a big way, and Bobby had his suspicions that his mother's new beliefs in women's rights had been the major reason for the divorce. And now, Bobby had broken the biggest of his Mother's rules... "I've tried and tried to teach you that womyn are not sexual objects, brought into the world to satisfy men's sordid desires!" Eleanor said, her eyes cold and uncompromising. "I've tried to raise you in a non-sexist manner! And this is how you repay me?" "Mom... I..." "You what?" "I'm a normal guy!" Bobby knew his mother wouldn't even try to understand. "Of course I like looking at women!" "And this is the way you show how much you like womyn?" Eleanor asked coldly, tossing another magazine at her son, which unfortunately opened, showing a picture of an overly- endowed brunette. "You reduce them to an object; a body without a brain, just a thing that you men can exploit for your own pleasure?" Eleanor pulled out what looked like a lump of flesh-colored plastic. "And just what did you plan to do with this?" When she shook it out, the plastic revealed itself to be a well endowed, inflatable sex doll. "Against my best efforts, you are turning out to be as bad as your father; a slave to your baser male instincts! Is this all you think womyn are good for? To become nothing but empty vessels for men to fill with their insipid excretions?" "I tried to raise you better than this!" Eleanor picked up the magazines and tossed them into the trash. "You are grounded until further notice!" "But Mom." Bobby whined. "All the guys are planning to go to the concert, and..." Eleanor wouldn't let her son finish. "Enough! There will be no more hanging out with 'the guys'! They're the ones who put these worthless macho ideas in your head! Go to your room; I'll tell you where you can go and what you can do from now on! Is that clear, young man?" "Yes mom." *** "I just cannot believe it!" Eleanor declared to some of the other members of the Progressive Womyn's League. "I tried to raise my son in the correct, non-sexist way, but now he's turning into a typical male!" "Men are all dogs; I've said that time and time again!" Rebecca spat out, infuriated by the thought of another sexist piglet treating womyn like that. "It's a shame that they can't be fixed like dogs!" The womyn of the group nodded in agreement. Men, no matter what age they were, were all pigs at heart. None of them cared about a womyn's real needs or wants. All that men cared about was that the house was clean, their meals were cooked, their clothes washed and; let us not forget, their baser instincts were satisfied. Not one male could be trusted, as Eleanor, Rebecca and the rest of the Progressive Womyn's League could attest to. "I'm at the end of my patience; I've grounded him, put filters on his computer so Bobby can't go on to one of those sexist websites and taken everything away from him that I could." Eleanor said, saddened that her own son could betray her by becoming a man! "Let the punishment fit the crime, Eleanor!" Sandra suggested. "Make him go through what these poor, unfortunate womyn have to go through!" "How can I do that?" Eleanor asked. "It's not like my Bobby has the... qualifications to become a male stripper. He's too delicate for that." "And the little piglet would just love having unenlightened masses of womyn leering at his body!" Rebecca hissed. "It's just another symptom of our sick society! Men can display their bodies without shame, while womyn are degraded every time they show themselves!" Eleanor was walking out to her car, when one of womyn came up to her. It was Cynthia Masters, a womyn who didn't usually speak up at the meetings. "Were you serious about teaching your son a lesson?" "Yes I was." Eleanor replied. "But I don't know what to do!" "I know of a way." Cynthia smiled as handed Eleanor a business card. "Check out their website. If you like what you see, give them a call. I'm sure that they'll be able to help you out with your son." Eleanor glanced at the card. "Intimate Illusions? It sounds like one of those exploitive lingerie shops." "It's not." Cynthia replied. "I guarantee that they will be able to help you teach your son the error of his ways." *** Bobby was beyond bored. Not only was he grounded, but his mother took away everything that Bobby enjoyed; his magazines and his unfettered access to the Internet. I guess she doesn't want me to get my jollies from my favorite X-rated sites. Bobby told himself. The only books, besides his schoolbooks, that Eleanor allowed Bobby to read were dry, political tomes that were full of feminist rhetoric about how men abuse and exploit women. Worst of all, Bobby was afraid that this was only the start of his punishment... *** Eleanor glanced at the business card that Cynthia had handed her. What does Intimate Illusions do? Eleanor asked herself. When Eleanor asked, all Cynthia did was grin and urge her to contact them and assure Eleanor that Intimate Illusions would change Bobby's life. There were both a phone number and web address printed on the card. Eleanor decided to try the website first and turned on her computer. "Oh my!" Eleanor exclaimed as the home page opened. WAS SHE BORN THAT WAY? OR IS HE AN ILLUSION? WE KNOW... (BUT WE'RE NOT TELLING!) (TO LEARN WHAT WE KNOW, ENTER HERE) Eleanor entered the site and found new options for Bobby's education... *** "Robert, come down here!" By now, Bobby knew better than to disobey Eleanor. His mother only used that tone of voice when she was ready to lay down the law. Bobby had hoped that being grounded for the rest of the school year, losing his Internet privileges and doing all the housework would be enough punishment for his magazines and sex doll. It looked like he was wrong... Eleanor saw the hopeful look on Bobby's face and couldn't wait to set him straight. It would take more than a month to make up for the way he had disappointed her. "Well, young man." Eleanor said sternly. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes, I have, Mother." Bobby replied contritely. Maybe I can talk my way out of it, Bobby told himself. "Do you think that one month is enough time to atone for your transgressions against womyn?" Eleanor asked. "Yes, Mother, I do." Bobby replied. Eleanor smiled sweetly and tossed an opened manila envelope on the table between them. "Then why; may I ask, are you still receiving chauvinist drivel like this?" Bobby looked in the envelope and groaned. It was the latest issue of 'Babes, Boobs and Buns' that he'd been waiting for. He squirmed under his mother's triumphant stare and knew that he was in deeper trouble than before. "Mom... I..." "What do you think I should do about your unrepentant attitude?" Eleanor mused, not expecting an answer. "I'll be going to college in the fall, and..." Bobby began to say, but his mother cut him off. "I don't think so." Eleanor said. "What do you mean?" Bobby asked in a small voice, starting top wonder what was going through his mother's mind. "Perhaps you'd be better off joining the Army." Eleanor said smugly. "They will, after all, pay for your college." "What?" Bobby gasped. "You really don't expect me to pay for your college education after this, do you?" Eleanor said reasonably. "But... But..." "But nothing." Eleanor said. "With your chauvinistic attitude, you aren't worthy of a womyn's help. Unless..." "Unless what?" Bobby asked. "I'll do anything." Eleanor smiled. Bobby was getting desperate, and desperate people will grab any lifeline thrown to them. "You have a choice." Eleanor said with a smile. "The first choice is for you to join the Army the day you graduate high school, or..." "Or what?" Bobby asked, thinking that anything would be better than joining that Army. "Or you learn, first hand, what womyn have to put up with at the hands of men like you." Eleanor said smugly. "WHAT!" "Oh yes." Eleanor smiled. "From the day you graduate, until the day you leave for college, you will have to live as a womyn. You'll have to dress like a womyn, act like a womyn, and, oh yes, get a job and work as a womyn. I don't know exactly what you'll be able to do; you don't have any experience at anything, but I'm sure you'll be able to find something to do." "I can't do that!" Bobby burst out, horrified at the idea of dressing like a woman. "What if my friends find out?" "I doubt that any of your so-called friends will find out." Eleanor said. "Not one of your friends bothered to come to see you since you have been grounded." "And the only way they could find out is if you let your guard down." Eleanor continued, enjoying the stunned look on her son's face. She hadn't had this much fun since she drove her husband out! "You'll have to work hard to make sure than no one sees through your little charade." "Isn't there anything else I could do?" Bobby begged. "Those are your only choices." Eleanor said with finality. "You can wear macho Army green for two years or feminine pink until you leave for college." *** Beth looked at the pair who walked through the door. She guessed that they were mother and son, and Beth also guessed that coming to Intimate Illusions wasn't the son's idea. The woman looked to be a well preserved 40 or so; her honey blonde hair was just starting to show streaks of gray. Her dark blue eyes showed a steely resolve and she walked with the self-assurance of a woman who had been there, done that and thrived on the experience. The boy, on the other hand, looked like the world was crashing all around him. He had the manner of a whipped dog, and Beth wondered what their story was. "Welcome to Intimate Illusions. I'm Beth; how can I help you today?" "I'm Ms. Packer." Eleanor said with a smile. "But, you can call me Eleanor." She pointed to the young man next to her. "This is my son, Bobby. We're interested in one of your Body Gloves." "I see." Beth replied, not really seeing at all. Most young men who came in with their mothers or other female relatives seemed embarrassed at first, but soon got into the swing of things, making suggestions and picking out exactly how they wanted to look. But this young man acted like he was on Death Row. Beth turned to Eleanor. "And how did you learn about Intimate Illusions, may I ask?" "A member of my Progressive Womyn's League gave me your card." Eleanor explained. "I looked at your website and knew your products were the answer to the problems I've been having with my son." "And what problems are those?" Beth asked. "Bobby's becoming a sexist exploiter of womyn." Eleanor said with a tone of self-righteousness. "Despite everything I've told him over the years, everything I tried to teach him over the years, Bobby has grown up to be just another unenlightened male." "And how can Intimate Illusions help?" Beth asked, already guessing what the answer was. "I realized that the only way that I can show Bobby the error of his ways is for him to experience life as a womyn, to fully experience all the ways that men keep womyn downtrodden." Eleanor warmed to her subject. "Especially womyn, who are, shall we say, overly endowed." Beth turned to Bobby. "And how do you feel about all this?" "Bobby knows this is the only way he can atone for his transgressions against womyn." Eleanor said, staring at her son, not letting him answer for himself. She turned back to Beth, reaching into her purse and taking out a sheet of paper. Eleanor looked it over one last time and handed it over. "I downloaded this form from your website and filled the pertinent information in the appropriate spaces." Beth looked over the form and raised an eyebrow. This was quite a list, and Beth wasn't sure that Eleanor Packer knew exactly how much a radical Body Glove would cost. "This is..." Beth started to say. "Yes, it is." Eleanor interrupted her. "I checked your prices on my computer and I can assure you I can afford it." "Very well, Ms. Packer." Beth replied, starting the computer and calling up the modification program. "All I need to do is get your son's measurements." Eleanor took out another sheet of paper and handed it over. "I'm sure that this should do." Beth looked at the paper and put it in the waste can. "I'm afraid not." Beth replied with a hint of satisfaction. "We have to get your son's exact measurements, down to the millionth of an inch. For that, he needs to be laser scanned." "If you'll come with me, please." Beth motioned for Bobby to follow her, and led the nervous young man into the back room. There was a small booth, about the size of a shower stall, with cables running to an upright console. "What's this for?" Bobby asked, showing some interest for the first time. "The scanning booth uses lasers to get your exact measurements so your Body Glove will fit perfectly; comfortably with no tight spots or sags." Beth explained. "Your Body Glove will fit so well that you'll forget that you even have one on." "What do I have to do?" Bobby asked. "Get in the booth, remove all your clothes and press the red button to begin the scanning cycle." Beth said, opening the door and guiding the teenager in. "It will take a couple of minutes, so you'll have to stay perfectly still, all right?" "I guess..." Bobby replied. "Good. When you're finished, your mother and I will be waiting out in the shop." Bobby shut the door and started to take off his clothes. He shook his head as he put his clothes in the small storage space and stood still for a moment. "I really don't want to do this." Bobby said to no one in particular. He closed his eyes and pressed the button. *** The scanning process took its usual two minutes, and when Bobby rejoined the two women, Eleanor ordered her son to wait in the car. Beth felt sorry for this young man as he slouched out of the shop. All of her customers, even the ones who were embarrassed when they first waked in, eventually enjoyed their experience at Intimate Illusions. Transgendering should be fun, Beth had always believed, and that was the unofficial motto at Intimate Illusions. Beth had found that her own outlook had changed greatly, ever since she put on her first Body Glove, and sometimes wondered why more men didn't try it. But, that didn't explain the woman sitting across from her. Obviously, Eleanor Packer was still an attractive woman, and, quite as obviously, she was hurt sometime in her past and was still holding a grudge against men. The data from the scanning booth came up on her computer, and Beth busied herself for a few minutes, inputting the modifications that Eleanor requested. Beth looked up from the computer. "How long will your son be wearing his Body Glove?" "Bobby will be wearing it for at least three months." Eleanor thought about it for a second. "Maybe longer; it will be all up to him." "All right." Beth brought up a new window on her computer. She stopped for a moment and looked up at Eleanor. "Since Bobby is going to be wearing his Body Glove for such a long time, you'll want us to use our best grade materials for his Glove." Eleanor looked puzzled, so Beth explained further. "We'll use our Extra Fine Nu-Derm in light tan to go along with the Tru-Color Malibu Beach Blonde hair for the California Surfer Girl look you requested. His breasts and derriere will be filled with Gel-Cell semi-solid padding which will feel and weigh the same as the natural tissue it simulates." "Of course, for his comfort, the day before he puts on the Body Glove, Bobby will have to use our Smooth as Satin depilatory and hair growth retardant so his hair won't grow out while he's wearing his Body Glove and irritate him." "How much of his hair will have to be removed?" Eleanor asked; her curiosity piqued. "All of it." Beth replied. "Everything except his eyelashes; we've found that it causes less complications that way." "I see." Eleanor said, even though she didn't. "Immediately before Bobby puts on his Body Glove; he'll have to apply Sensi-Touch lotion to his entire body." Beth explained. "It will do four things: First, it will make the Body Glove easier for him to put on." "Second; it will help bond his Body Glove to his natural skin." Beth continued. "Third, it will act as a neuro- transmitter so the Nu-Derm will feel like his natural skin, there won't be any loss in sensitivity." "Lastly." Beth said. "The lotion has a mild tranquilizing effect. This will help him to sleep soundly while the Body Glove bonds and tightens to his skin. We've found that the process works better if the user doesn't move excessively for the first few hours." "What about Bobby's voice?" Eleanor asked. "With our Femme-Tone spray, Bobby's voice can be as high and light as he wants." Beth assured her. "This has nothing to do with what Bobby wants!" Eleanor replied firmly. "This is his punishment." Eleanor thought about it for a moment. "Bobby should have a high, breathy, girlish voice. Something that will make him sound like the blonde, big breasted, empty headed bimbo he will look like!" "We can do that." Beth replied, barely keeping her distaste for this woman in check. I should tell this woman to leave, Beth thought, but then she'd probably take her son to see those butchers at Tiresias, Inc. Or to those con artists at New-Femme Creations. "Did you want to purchase our training tapes?" Beth asked. "What are they?" "Our training tapes are regular musical tapes or CD's that have subliminal lessons in femininity embedded in them." Beth explained. "We've found that using these tapes helps in the transformation from male to female." "I don't think so." Eleanor replied. "I think that Bobby needs to learn these lessons on his own." "Are you sure?" Beth asked. "It would be easier..." "A womyn's life isn't easy." Eleanor interrupted. "Bobby needs to learn that!" "All right; do you want the full documentation package?" Beth asked. "What's that?" Eleanor asked. "We can supply Bobby with a new birth certificate, Social Security card, driver's license and everything else he needs to establish his new femme persona." Beth said. "Is that legal?" Eleanor asked. "It's completely, 100% legal." Beth replied. "All our documentation is issued by the state and federal governments." "Good." Eleanor thought for a moment. "Make his new name Barbara Dahl; she can be Bobby's twenty-two year old cousin." Beth inserted the information into the computer. "Have you decided on his face? We can feminize his own features or, if you like, you can choose something out of our face index." "On your website, it said that you can customize a face from nearly anything." Eleanor said. "Yes, we can use a picture or almost anything to model the face on." Beth replied. Eleanor opened the paper bag with the logo of a famous toy store and handed Beth a wrapped box. Inside the box was a well known fashion doll. "Can you make Bobby look like this?" Beth took the doll from Eleanor, her dislike of the woman growing in leaps and bounds, evolving into something worse. Forcing her son to become a woman, especially a woman who looks like some adolescent boy's fantasy, was bad enough. But giving him the face of a plastic plaything? "Are you sure you want to do this? It will be difficult enough for Bobby to accept his transformation, no matter for how long or short of a time it is. If we give him a face like this..." "If Bobby wants to treat womyn as plastic dolls." Eleanor said smugly. "He'll have to get used to looking like one!" Beth put the doll to one side. "You do understand that this will cost extra." "Price is really no object." Eleanor replied. "I want Bobby to learn the lesson of his life." "Fine." Beth returned to the computer and calculated the invoice. While it was printing, Beth turned back to Eleanor Packer. "There are a few more things I have to tell you about the Body Glove." "Such as?" Eleanor asked. "You must realize that such an extreme reduction in your son's waist size will cause him some discomfort." Beth said. "What kind of discomfort?" "The waist of the Body Glove will shrink at the rate of between one and two inches a day. For the waist size you want Bobby to have, it will take between four and eight days before this is accomplished." Beth hesitated. "How do I say this politely? Bobby will be running to the bathroom quite often during this period. It will be like your son has a bad case of the flu." "Well." Eleanor smirked. "No one ever said a womyn's life was easy. I'm sure he'll survive the experience. What else?" "You understand that your son's Body Glove is the next best thing to his being born female, don't you?" "What do you mean by that?" Eleanor asked. "Although it is impossible for Bobby to menstruate or become pregnant." Beth explained. "His new genitalia will react as a naturally born woman's would. He will have feeling in all his erogenous zones, enhanced by the Sensi- Touch lotion. What that will do is amplify the sensations and transmit them to the correct nerve endings. For example; when his breasts are fondled, or he becomes aroused, Bobby's nipples will become erect and he'll feel that. When his new genitals are stimulated, his vagina will become lubricated and his clitoris will become extremely sensitive, and he'll feel that in his own groin." "And." Beth finished. "If Bobby becomes sexually active, we guarantee that he will be able to have multiple orgasms quite easily." "That's interesting." Eleanor mused. "But I doubt that Bobby will attempt having sex in his new body." Eleanor thought about it; it would serve Bobby right if he ended up in some bed with a man who was only interested in his own base needs. That way, Eleanor thought, Bobby would know how beastly men really are! "And how much will this all cost?" Eleanor asked. Beth took the invoice from the printer and passed it across the desk. Eleanor glanced at it and smiled. "This isn't as bad as I expected it to be. Will cash be acceptable?" "Cash is always acceptable." Beth replied as Eleanor counted out the hundred dollar bills and handed them to Beth. "I do have one question, however." "And that is?" Eleanor asked. "Who recommended Intimate Illusions to you?" "One of the womyn in the Progressive Womyn's League, Cynthia Masters; why?" Oh, now I understand! Beth told herself. This is one of Cindy's pet projects! "Cynthia's a good friend. She brought her brother to us a while back when he was having some personal problems. Since then, Cynthia has been giving us great word of mouth. Give her my best the next time you see her!" "I'll do that." Eleanor said with a smile. She thought that it was too bad that more men didn't avail themselves of this shop's services. It would make a womyn's life so much better... *** Some graduation day! Bobby thought with disgust as he stepped out of the shower, his body more naked than he'd ever known it. The Smooth as Satin lotion had efficiently removed every strand of hair on his body, leaving his skin, well... Smooth as Satin. "Where are you going?" His mother asked as Bobby left the bathroom. "I'm going to my room." Bobby said quietly. "That's not the way to your room, young lady!" Eleanor said with an unpleasant gleam in her eyes. She had begun to refer to Bobby as a female as soon as they returned from the graduation ceremony. "You know very well where your room is!" Bobby groaned as he walked into the guest room, which his mother had redecorated with the help of her womyn's group. For a bunch of women who tried to deny their femininity, Eleanor's friends went overboard when setting up Bobby's new bedroom. Bobby rolled his eyes as he saw the room for the first time. If mom's trying to rub it in, Bobby thought, she's doing a good job. The walls were painted a pale pink, the most girlish color Eleanor could find, and she had hung ivory mini-blinds and pink lace curtains on the windows. Bobby shook his head in dismay as he looked at his new furniture. The canopy bed dominated the room, its ivory frame, headboard and posts accented by the pink canopy and sheets. There was a flowered bedspread that was turned down to show a teddy bear resting on the pillows. The rest of the furniture was just as bad. Mom must have gotten an entire bedroom set, Bobby realized. The dresser, nightstand and vanity table matched the bed, and both chairs had pink cushions on the seats and back. "You might as well sleep here tonight, Barbara." Eleanor said, enjoying her son's discomfort. "You'll be sleeping here for a long while." "Can I get some clothes from my room?" Bobby asked. "I can't sleep like this." "I got you some nice nightgowns to wear, Barbara." Eleanor said. "You can wear one of those." "But what about my clothes!" Bobby said. "Can't I at least wear a T-shirt or something like that tonight? Please?" Eleanor was pleased by the way Bobby was acting. He was lost, hurt and no longer the macho male. I can't wait to tell the other womyn in my group about this! Every male should have to become a womyn for awhile! "Go and try to find something to wear." Eleanor said, grinning to herself. Bobby ran down the hall and pulled open the door to his bedroom. His mouth opened as wide as the door when he saw that the room was empty. He walked dazedly to the closet and nearly panicked when he saw the closet was as empty as the rest of the room. "Where's all my stuff?" Bobby asked when Eleanor came up behind him. "All of Bobby's 'stuff' is in storage." Eleanor said as she led her stunned son out of the vacant room. "My friends removed it all while you were graduating. All of your clothing is in your room, Barbara." *** "Are you ready?" Eleanor asked, holding out the Body Glove. "I guess..." Bobby muttered, wondering how his young life had turned so bad. "Take off that robe and we'll get started." Eleanor said. "But I'm... I don't have anything on!" Bobby gasped, his face turning bright red. Eleanor put the Body Glove on the bed and pulled the robe off her son. She stared at Bobby's groin, seeing how small his manhood had become. Eleanor pushed Bobby onto the bed and handed him the bottle of Sensi-Touch lotion. "Get started young lady." Bobby spread the lotion from his feet up to his thighs. Eleanor helped him slide first his feet and then his legs into the Body Glove. The Nu-Derm went on easily and Eleanor ran her hands up Bobby's legs, pulling out the wrinkles. "You know what's next, or do you want me to do it for you?" Eleanor asked icily. "I'll do it." Bobby said, standing up and smoothing the lotion farther up his body. He tucked his testicles between his legs and slipped his penis into the sleeve that pulled it tight against his crotch. Bobby slipped his lotion covered arms into the Glove, wiggling his fingers to seat the Glove securely on his hands. Eleanor rubbed the lotion on Bobby's back, closing the seal and encasing her son into his new feminine body. "One more thing and we're through, Barbara!" Eleanor said cheerfully as she rubbed the last of the lotion onto her son's head and face. "Don't move now; I have to get this right." Eleanor pulled the mask over her son's head, taking her time. She fussed with the mask, her hands making small adjustments to center it correctly. She pressed the nose into place, hearing Bobby's small hiss of pain as she seated it firmly. Eleanor smoothed the plump lips onto her son's thinner ones and pressed his new eyelids in place, making sure that they fit over his lashes. Bobby's knees buckled as the tranquilizing effects of the Sensi-Touch lotion took effect. Eleanor helped her new daughter into bed, tucking the covers gently around her body. She leaned over and kissed Bobby's cheek, something Eleanor hadn't done in years. "Sleep tight, sweetheart." Eleanor whispered, tucking the teddy bear into her daughter's arms. *** The sun was shining in Bobby's eyes when he finally woke up. He knew that something wasn't right, but he couldn't tell just what it was. Bobby moaned as a cramp twisted him and when it loosened up, Bobby rushed to the bathroom. Bobby sat down just in time as his bowels voided themselves into the bowl. He groaned as the cramps took him, again and again, until Bobby was sure the next thing to come out of his body was his intestines. When the spasms passed, Bobby looked down and saw two large breasts resting on his chest. "Oh God!" Bobby moaned. "I thought it was a nightmare!" It took a few minutes before Bobby dared to take a closer look. He glanced at himself in the mirror and saw the worst; his manhood was gone, hidden under his new skin. Bobby groaned as another cramp passed through him, and he sat back down. *** "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Eleanor said merrily, pulling up the shades. "You aren't planning to stay in bed all day, are you?" Bobby rubbed his eyes and sat up. Something was different, and it took Bobby a moment to realize what was different. Although he had to use the bathroom, it wasn't a matter of great urgency that it had been for the last few mornings. He stretched, no longer noticing the way his breasts bounced when he moved. "Morning, Aunt Eleanor." Bobby said, wincing as he realized that he had just called his mother 'Aunt Eleanor' without thinking about it. "Breakfast is almost ready, so take a shower and get dressed." Eleanor ordered. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs." "Yes, Aunt Eleanor." Bobby went into the bathroom and put the nightgown he'd just taken off into the hamper and climbed into the shower. Bobby took a quick shower; trying his best to ignore the sensations that ran through his new body as the water sprayed across his breasts and between his legs. He dried himself off and slipped a pair of panties up his legs. Bobby struggled to get his new D-cup breasts into a bra, adjusting the straps as best as he could, but the bra still pinched and he was too embarrassed to ask his 'Aunt Eleanor' for help. Bobby was still intimidated by the wardrobe that came with his new body. I'm not going to put on a dress, Bobby decided as he pulled on a lavender T-shirt and squirmed into a pair of tight jeans. Tying his long blonde hair into a ponytail, Bobby glanced at the vanity. No, Bobby told himself, I'm not putting on any make up, not yet, anyway. Not for a while; maybe not ever! "Barbara! Don't you have anything nicer to wear?" 'Aunt' Eleanor shook her head at her 'niece'. "I spent good money on your wardrobe, and I expect you to wear better than jeans and a T-shirt all the time!" "Yes, Aunt Eleanor." Bobby said submissively. Eleanor stared at her niece. "Have you used your voice spray yet?" "No, Aunt Eleanor." "Then, young lady." Eleanor said sternly, pointing at the stairs. "You go back upstairs and take care of what you should have taken care of before you came downstairs!" "But it makes food taste horrible!" Bobby complained. "So?" Eleanor replied indifferently. "A womyn's life is a hard one, and it's about time you learned that. The next time you come to breakfast in this condition, I'll have to punish you severely!" "Yes, Aunt Eleanor." Bobby started to climb the stairs when he heard his 'Aunt's' voice calling up to him. "And don't come down until you put your make up on!" *** "So, how is Bobby doing?" Cynthia asked after the weekly Womyn's Group meeting. "Bobby is living elsewhere this summer." Eleanor said arrogantly. "My niece, Barbara, is spending the summer with me." "And, how is Barbara doing?" Cynthia corrected herself with a knowing smile. "Barbara is having a few difficulties in adjusting." Eleanor confided. "She is having a hard time wearing her new clothing and she's too proud to ask for my help." Too embarrassed is more like it, Cynthia thought. I'm glad I saw Beth and picked up a full set of training tapes. That should make teaching him everything a woman needs to learn easier. "And with the work I do." Eleanor continued. "I just don't have the time to instruct Barbara as well as I should." "If Barbara needs a little help adjusting." Cynthia offered. "I would be more than willing to give her a hand." "You would?" Eleanor was touched by the offer. "But you've done so much for Barbara already!" "It would be my pleasure." Cynthia assured Eleanor. "I'll be more than happy to do my part in her education." *** "This is so hard!" Bobby whined as he wiped the make up off his face for the tenth time this morning. "It looks so easy, but it's not!" Bobby glared at the collection of cosmetics that were scattered across the vanity. He glanced at the picture taped to the mirror. "I'll never look like that!" Bobby had been trying all morning to duplicate the 'look' the blonde model had, even using the same brands and shades of make up the model used, but that didn't help, either. Bobby knew his mother... No, she's your 'Aunt Eleanor' now, don't forget that! Bobby reminded himself. He knew all too well that his Aunt Eleanor was capable of extending his punishment if he wasn't able to meet her expectations. The doorbell rang and Bobby jumped up in surprise. He felt his skin break out in goose bumps, the fear showing in his wide blue eyes. The doorbell rang even longer, and Bobby reluctantly went to answer it. "Yes?" Bobby's voice cracked as he opened the door. "Hi! I'm Cynthia; your Aunt Eleanor must have told you that I'd be dropping by this week, right?" Cynthia smiled at the frightened youth. "May I come in?" "Okay." Bobby opened the door just wide enough for his visitor to enter. Normally, Bobby would have checked out this stylish woman, but he was too embarrassed to lift his head to look at her. Cynthia immediately noticed two things; the first was that the young woman cowering before her was well-endowed, and second, her breasts were sitting too high on her chest. "Let's sit down for a minute, Bobby." Cynthia suggested. That got a reaction, Cynthia noticed. Bobby looked up, his eyes wide with shock, as his face blushed deeply. Bobby almost collapsed next to his visitor as all the strength ran out of his legs. She knows! She knows about me! How! Why! Cynthia gave Bobby a sympathetic smile as she patted his hand. "Don't worry about it, Bobby." Cynthia reassured the frightened youth. "I'm the only other person who knows about you. That's why I'm here; to help you adjust to your situation." "How can you help?" Bobby asked, his high, girlish voice made him sound like he was whining. Near tears, Bobby pointed at himself. "How can anybody help me out of this?" Bobby cupped his breasts. "Look at these! They're so big! And they hurt!" "Of course they hurt." Cynthia said. "Your bra isn't adjusted right, that's why your breasts hurt." "Yes!" Bobby agreed, grateful that at least one person understood what he was going through. "And it pinches me something awful!" "That's why you have to adjust your bra just right." Cynthia stood up and took Bobby by the hand. "Let's go to your room, and I'll see what I can do." *** Five minutes later, Bobby heaved a sigh of relief as he settled his breasts back into the bra. "That feels so much better!" "I imagine it does." Cynthia agreed. "Just remember; for a woman as big as you are, fit is the most important thing you want in a bra." "Yeah." Bobby glanced at his profile in the mirror. "I just wish they weren't so big!" "You know why your mother... Excuse me; your Aunt Eleanor had them made so large, don't you?" Bobby blushed once more, thinking about the skin magazines he once read for pleasure. "I know... But they're so huge!" "What are your measurements?" Cynthia asked, an interested look on her face. "I'm 36D-22-36." Bobby said shyly. "I'm a big girl, huh?" "You're a big girl, all right." Cynthia agreed with a grim. To her surprise, Bobby grinned back. "How do you feel about all this?" "I hate it!" Bobby blurted. "I don't think I'll ever get used to looking like this." "Anything else?" Cynthia prompted. "Yeah." Bobby thought for a minute. "I know my mom..." Bobby smiled ironically. "I mean my Aunt Eleanor expects me to go out and get a job in the next couple of weeks, and I'm not sure I can do that." "What kind of job are you looking for?" "I don't know what I can do!" Bobby confessed. "With a body like this, I suppose I could get a job as an exotic dancer..." Bobby turned red and his voice trailed off. "I don't think you're ready for a job like that." Cynthia said. "You have to get more comfortable with your body before you can do that." "I suppose..." Bobby took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. Cynthia saw Bobby's D-cup breasts jiggle in response. "I suggest that you start getting comfortable with your body right now." Cynthia suggested. "I'll give you all the help you need, if you want me to. Otherwise..." Cynthia let that thought hang, and Bobby knew exactly where she was going with it. His mother was giving him absolutely no help dealing with his forced transformation. Except, of course, tossing him a few magazines and telling Bobby to study them. It's not like I can really learn how to be a woman just by reading a couple of magazines! Bobby thought bitterly. I can't even put on a bra right! Cynthia read the expression on Bobby's face and knew he was ready to learn what he needed to know. "All right Bobby." Cynthia said kindly. "What's your new name?" "It's Barbara Dahl." Bobby smirked. "I guess 'Aunt Eleanor' was trying to make some kind of a point." "I guess she was." Cynthia replied. "Would you like to be called Barbara or Barbie?" "Aunt Eleanor calls me Barbara." Bobby said with a grimace. "I guess you can call me Barbie." "Okay Barbie." Cynthia said with a grin. "And since we're being informal, why don't you call me Cindy?" "Anything you say, Cindy." Barbie grinned shyly. "Great!" Cynthia said enthusiastically. "Now that we're friends, why don't we get started." Cynthia motioned for her student to stand. "First of all, your posture is atrocious! You're all hunched over! You look like you're ready to fall on your face!" "But if I stand up straight, they'll..." Barbie pointed to his breasts. "That's right, Barbie; they will." Cynthia replied. "The biggest mistake well-endowed women make is to try and hide what they have." "Stand straight, put your shoulders back and put your chest out." Cynthia commanded. "If I do that, they'll stick out more!" Barbie sputtered. "It's not like you can hide them, Barbie." Cynthia smiled. "No matter what you do, they're always going to be there. It's like that old saying; 'If you got it, flaunt it!' You've got them, so act proud of them!" "I'll try." Barbie promised, straightening his posture to the approval of his mentor. "Now." Cynthia continued. "About the way you walk..." *** That went by quickly, Barbie thought as he put the finishing touches on his make up. The last two weeks had been an intensive class in womanhood, and tonight was Barbie's Graduation Night. Cynthia had guided her charge through the intricacies of make up, hair styling, clothing and accessorizing, and had even given Barbie a basic primer in flirting. Through it all, Cynthia made sure that it was fun for Barbie, always emphasizing how much fun it was to be a woman. And Barbie was amazed at how quickly he had learned. I must thank Cindy for the tapes, Barbie reminded himself. I never knew how much easier it is to learn things when you're relaxed! His long blonde hair framed a face that was artfully made up, his dress accentuated his lush figure without being blatantly sexy, and the three-inch heels emphasized his long, trim legs. 'Aunt Eleanor' even commented on how well Barbie looked, smirking as she told him that now he'd learn how hard a womyn's life really was. The doorbell rang and Eleanor called. "Barbara, Cynthia's here!" "I'll be right down, Aunt Eleanor." Barbie called back, taking one last look in the mirror. "You look great!" Cynthia said as Barbie glided down the stairs. "Thank you." Barbie replied demurely. "You look great, too." "Are you sure you won't join us, Eleanor?" Cynthia asked as Barbie picked up his purse from the coffee table. "No, thank you." Eleanor sniffed. "Unlike others, I have a job to go to in the morning." Barbie blushed at the obvious reminder that he would have to find work quickly. I'll worry about that tomorrow, Barbie told himself as he strolled down the walk to Cynthia's waiting car. Cynthia stayed back until Barbie was out of hearing. "Stop that, Eleanor!" "Stop what?" "You very well know what!" Cynthia replied coldly. "I've worked my tail off helping Barbie make the transition from male to female, and right now, he's at a very critical stage. I've had Barbie out before; shopping and going to the beauty parlor, but tonight's the first time Barbie's had to act like a woman in a social setting. I want him to be comfortable as Barbie, and your spiteful comments are going to undo everything!" "Whose side are you on, Cynthia?" Eleanor asked bitterly. "This is supposed to be a punishment, not some kind of vacation!" Cynthia silently counted to ten and sighed. "You don't understand, do you Eleanor? The sooner Barbie gets comfortable with himself, the better. The more he goes out, it's certain that he'll start being treated as nothing more than the big-boobed bimbo he resembles. When Barbie finds out what that is like, he'll never treat another woman like that again. Isn't that what this is all about?" Eleanor visibly calmed down as Cynthia finished her explanation. "Since you put it like that..." "Now you understand, Eleanor." Cynthia smiled. "Sometimes we have to walk a crooked path to get to the straight truth." *** I could get used to this, Barbie thought as the waiter held out the chair for him. Then Barbie glanced up and saw the waiter's eyes riveted to his ample cleavage and blushed. "That was kind of rude." Barbie whispered indignantly as the waiter left to get their drinks. "It's just one of those things that we girls have to get used to." Cynthia shrugged. "If you get upset every time a man admires your figure, then you'll end up as bitter as your Aunt Eleanor." "What do you mean by that, Cindy?" Barbie asked, looking a bit confused. "Oh, nothing..." Cynthia's voice trailed off. "I'll explain later." "Oh, all right." Barbie changed the subject. "How am I doing so far?" "You're doing fine." Cynthia replied with a grin. "But, do you know what I'd do if I were you?" "No, what?" Cynthia's grin grew wicked. "When our waiter comes back, you should take a deep breath, sit up straight, put your shoulders back and give him a really good look at your boobs." "I couldn't!" Barbie said in a shocked whisper. "You could and you should." Cynthia said. "And when you do, give him a big smile. Do it, Barbie!" Barbie saw the waiter and nervously licked his lips. He took a deep breath, sat up straight and straightened his shoulders. I don't think I can do this, Barbie thought. Barbie smiled as the waiter glanced down and nearly dropped the tray their drinks were on. The waiter mumbled his embarrassed apologies for being so clumsy and scurried away. Barbie giggled and took a sip of wine. "That was interesting." "I bet we get the best service in the entire restaurant!" Cynthia said happily, proud of the way her pupil handled the situation. "You see just how easy it is to deal with men? By the time I'm done, you'll be able to wrap men around your finger as easy as pie!" "And by the time I get back to being myself, I'll know all the tricks women use!" Barbie replied excitedly. "There's that." Cynthia agreed, picking up her menu. "I'm getting hungry, aren't you?" *** Barbie was quiet on the ride home, and Cynthia thought she knew what the problem was. Perhaps, Cynthia thought, going to a club on his first night out was a little too much for him to handle. But he dealt with it really well, Cynthia told herself. Nobody knew he really was a man underneath that Body Glove! Barbie did a great job, pretending he was a woman! And that might be the problem, Cynthia considered further. If I still think of Barbie as a man, how does Barbie see himself? Probably as a man; Cynthia finished her line of thought. She glanced over at the passenger side and saw Barbie was sitting stiffly, holding his hands tightly in his lap. "I think tonight went well; don't you, Barbie?" "I guess..." Barbie answered in a small voice. "You handled yourself very well at the club." Cynthia complimented her apprentice. "No one knew you really weren't a woman." Cynthia saw that Barbie looked uncomfortable at that comment. "What's the matter, Barbie?" "I don't know." Barbie replied, turning his head to the window. They drove in silence for a few minutes until Barbie spoke again. "Are they always like that?" "Are who always like what?" Cynthia asked, already guessing the answer. "You know... Guys!" Barbie said. "Buying you drinks, telling you a bunch of B.S. about things you aren't interested in and hitting on you all night!" "Sometimes." Cynthia admitted with a smile. "Sometimes watching a man make a complete fool of himself can be a lot of fun." "Oh. I guess..." Cynthia stole a glance at Barbie. "How do you feel about tonight?" Barbie thought for a long time before he answered. "It kind of scared me." "Why?" Cynthia asked, a frown creasing her face. They drove for a while before Barbie answered. "At first I was scared that somebody would figure out that I'm really a guy under all this." Barbie pointed to himself and the way he was dressed. "And then..." "And then..." Cynthia prompted. "And then something changed." Barbie said in a soft voice. "I started to like it." "What about it did you start to like, Barbie?" "Everything!" Barbie's voice cracked, and when Cynthia looked over, she saw that Barbie was starting to cry. "I liked being the center of attention, for once in my life! I liked it when all those guys were buying me drinks and asking me to dance! I couldn't help myself! I didn't want it to end!" Cynthia pulled to the curb as Barbie began to sob. He turned his tear-stained face to the older woman and wailed. "What's the matter with me? Am I turning gay?" Cynthia reached over and pulled Barbie into her arms. She held the youth as his sobs racked his body. After a few minutes, Barbie's sobs turned into sniffles and Cynthia handed him a tissue. Barbie dried his eyes and looked up. "I'm sorry..." "Sorry about what?" Cynthia asked. "None of this is your fault, Barbie. If anyone's to blame, it's me." "You? Why is this your fault?" Barbie asked, wiping the last of his tears away. "It's my fault because I pushed you into something you couldn't deal with." Cynthia said contritely. "I saw that you were comfortable at the restaurant, and I thought that you could handle going to a club. Can you ever forgive me, Barbie?" Barbie reached over and gave his mentor a hug. "It's not your fault, Cindy! You've always done your best to help me get used to being like this! It's not your fault if I can't handle it!" Cynthia hugged her young student and kissed Barbie's cheek. "Thank you, Barbie. You don't know how much I appreciate it." Barbie pulled down the sun visor and looked at himself in the vanity mirror. "I'm a mess, aren't I?" Barbie saw the trail of mascara that his tears had caused. "That's what happens when you don't use waterproof mascara like I told you to do!" Cynthia with a laugh. Barbie looked at his face in the mirror and started to giggle. "I guess it doesn't make any sense fixing my face, does it?" Barbie asked. "Well." Cynthia said with a smile. "Not unless you're planning to meet a cute guy before you get to your room." Barbie grinned and Cynthia knew this was as good a time as ever to talk to him. "Barbie?" "Yeah, Cindy?" "When you think about yourself." Cynthia asked seriously. "Do you think of yourself as a man or woman?" Barbie replied immediately. "A guy, of course. Why?" "Ohhh..." Cynthia thought for a minute. "Maybe that's your problem." "What problem is that?" Barbie asked. "Well..." Cynthia hesitated, unsure how to proceed. "You said that you kind of liked the way you were treated tonight, right?" "Yeah, and..." Barbie wondered what Cynthia was driving at. "And you said it scared you, right?" "Yeah..." Barbie answered warily. "The problem is that you're still thinking of yourself as Bobby." Cynthia explained slowly. "The only way you're going to get through this experience is to completely throw yourself into it. Bobby is going to have to disappear, if only for the summer. If he doesn't..." "If he doesn't, what?" Barbie asked, shrinking back into his seat. "If you don't succeed at becoming Barbie, heart and soul, then your Aunt Eleanor will probably make you stay Barbie for a long time." Cynthia saw the look of terror on Barbie's face. "You know she's capable of it." "Oh great!" Barbie muttered under his breath. "So, what do I do?" "The first thing you need to do is to stop thinking like a guy!" Cynthia said. "You are a woman now; Barbara Dahl, a pretty, twenty-two year old blonde who has been blessed with a body most women would die to have! You're staying with your Aunt Eleanor for the summer, something that you'd rather not do, but we all have to do things we don't want to do." Cynthia turned Barbie's face away from the widow, until Barbie was looking into Cynthia's eyes. "I'm your friend, you do believe that, don't you Barbie?" The young blonde nodded his head. "So, trust me on this, Barbie. From this moment on, Bobby no longer exists. You are Barbie; you have to think and act like a woman, 24/7. I'll be around to help you, as much as I can; all right?" "All right, Cindy." Barbie replied quietly. "Come on, Barbie; say it like you mean it." Cynthia said. "All right, Cindy; I'm Barbie!" Barbie said, grinning at his mentor. "From now on, I'll try to be all the she I can be." "I don't want you to try; I want you to do it!" Cynthia said. "From this moment, until you take off your Body Glove, you are Barbie, you are a woman and you will enjoy every moment of your new life! All right?" "All right!" Barbie agreed. "So, now what do I do?" "Right now." Cynthia pulled into the driveway. "You'll go inside, get out of those clothes, wash the make up off your face, take a long, hot bath and go to bed! Understand me, young lady?" "All right." Barbie said uncertainly. Cynthia fumbled around in her purse and pulled out a cassette. "I want you to listen to this before you go to bed. It will help you relax." "Yes, ma'am." Barbie grinned. "Anything else?" "One last time." Cynthia said seriously. "You may go to sleep as Bobby; but I want you to wake up as Barbie." "I'll try, Cindy." Barbie whispered. Cynthia leaned over and kissed Barbie's cheek. "Don't just try, Barbie, do it." *** Barbie was ready by 8:30, even though Cynthia wasn't supposed to pick her up until 9:00. She had dressed as Cynthia suggested; a white blouse, a navy blue skirt and matching jacket and a pair of one inch pumps. Barbie had done her make up carefully, using the bare minimum to accentuate her features. "I don't really expect you to get a job today." Eleanor said to her 'niece'. "But I do expect at least one callback by the end of the week." "Yes, Aunt Eleanor." Barbie replied. Barbie was more than a bit nervous as she got into Cynthia's car. "I... I don't know about this, Cindy." "You'll do fine, Barbie." Cynthia replied, smiling. "By the way, what is your name?" "I'm Barbara Dahl." Barbie smiled back. "I'm Barbie to my friends, not that I have any." "Don't worry about that, sweetie!" Cynthia said. "I'm your friend, and I'm sure that you'll make a lot of friends once you start working." "I hope so." Barbie replied. "I spent all weekend telling myself that I really am Barbie now, not Bobby." "Good for you." Cynthia glanced at her watch. "I hope you spent some of that time thinking about what kind of job you want." "I tried, Cindy." Barbie drummed her fingers on the armrest. "It's not like I know anything about the jobs that women usually do; I'm still trying to get used to being a woman!" "I mean." Barbie continued. "I just got out of high school! It doesn't matter what my IDs say, I'm still only eighteen!" "No, you're not." Cynthia said firmly. "You're a twenty-two year old woman, not an eighteen year old boy anymore." "You're right, I'm twenty-two." Barbie agreed. "But I still don't know what I want to do." Cynthia looked Barbie over. "Well; we can find you something that will take advantage of the way you look." Barbie looked stricken. "I was just kidding about becoming an exotic dancer!" "I think you'd make a good one in a couple of years!" Cynthia said. Then she favored her apprentice with a smile. "Just kidding, Barbie!" Barbie sighed in relief and looked out the window. "Well, if I can't be a dancer, then what else can I do?" "If you had any secretarial skills, I'd probably be able to place you in an office somewhere. At worst; with that face and body, you could get a job as a receptionist." "I don't know anything about that!" Barbie said. "I know." Cynthia replied. "Without any skills, that leaves you only a few options." "What are they?" Barbie asked. "Something in the service industry." Cynthia thought about it. "I can either get you a job at a department store, a beauty salon or a restaurant." "Any of those will hire you without any experience at all." Cynthia went on. "If you decide on the beauty salon, I can place you at the appointment desk or as a shampoo girl." "I can also get you a job as a cashier, if you'd like." Cynthia went on. "But, I suggest we get you a job in a restaurant as a waitress." "Why?" "Because I know a few places that will hire you on my recommendation." Cynthia said. "If you want to do that, I suggest you start at the truck stop. I know the owner; she's an old friend of mine. She'll pair you off with one of her more experienced waitresses for a week, until you get the hang of the job." "And the best part." Cynthia concluded. "Is that you'll pick up everything you need to learn about being a woman rather quickly." "Really?" "Really." Cynthia agreed. "You can learn almost as quickly at the salon, but you won't make as much money. And." Cynthia went on. "Not that many men go into the beauty salon." Barbie made a face at that, but Cynthia ignored it. "One good thing about working as a waitress, you can change jobs as quickly as you want." "What do you mean?" Barbie asked. "I won't be Barbie long enough to change jobs." "Barbie!" Cynthia scolded her young friend. "Remember what we agreed to! Bobby doesn't exist anymore! If you let yourself forget that for a minute, your Aunt Eleanor probably prolong your punishment!" "You're right, Cindy; I'm sorry." Barbie unconsciously bit her lower lip. Cynthia smiled when she saw the way Barbie reacted. She's using feminine mannerisms and body language, Cynthia noticed. She's becoming more feminized every time she listens to the tapes and the longer she stays in her Body Glove. A few weeks at the truck stop and Barbie will lose whatever masculine traits she has left. Is that a good thing? Cynthia asked herself, and a few moments later, she decided that it was. If I know Eleanor as well as I think I do, she'll find some way to keep Barbie the way she is. "So." Cynthia finally said. "Where do you want to go first? The beauty salon or the truck stop?" "Let's try the truck stop first." Barbie said with a sunny smile. *** "Barbara, Cynthia's on the phone!" "All right, Aunt Eleanor." Barbie called back. "I'll be right down!" Barbie put the top back on her nail polish and, blowing on her newly painted nails, rushed down the stairs. "Hi Cindy!" "Hi, Barbie." Cynthia replied. "How's the job working out?" "It's wonderful!" Barbie gushed. "It's more fun than I ever expected it to be! The girls are great and the customers couldn't be nicer!" "It sounds to me that you like working there." Cynthia said. "I love it!" Barbie said with a smile. "The first week was a bitch, but I got used to it." "So." Cynthia asked. "Have you made any friends yet?" "Oh, yeah." Barbie replied. "A couple of the other girls are taking me out this weekend." "Really? Where are you going?" "Just to a club Lynn's been dying to go to." Barbie said. "It's her birthday and she wants to go out dancing." "And you're going with them?" Cynthia asked. "Why not?" Barbie was puzzled. "I haven't been out clubbing in a long time." "I see..." Cynthia's voice trailed off. "So, have you met any cute guys yet?" "Not yet, Cindy." Barbie was quiet for a moment. "What's the matter?" Cynthia asked. "Nothing... It's just..." "Just what, Barbie?" "I'm not too sure if I want to or not." Barbie explained. "Sometimes I just feel so strange! Lately..." "Lately what, Barbie?" Cynthia asked. "Lately I'm starting to look at guys differently." Barbie said quietly. "This morning, a guy sat down at my station and the first thing I thought of was that he had a cute butt!" "Did he?" Cynthia asked. "Did he what?" "Did he have a cute butt?" Cynthia asked. "Yeah, he did." Barbie giggled. "Nice and tight, the way I like them." "Did you do anything about it?" Cynthia asked. "Well..." "Come on, Barbie. Tell me all about it!" Cynthia coaxed her pupil. "All right, all right!" Barbie giggled uncontrollably. "I unbuttoned my two top buttons before I went over, and when I took his order, I gave him a really good look at my boobs!" "You didn't!" Cynthia was impressed. Those new tapes Beth sold me really worked wonders on Barbie! "I did!" Barbie replied. "Then, when I brought over his food, I kind of rubbed my boobs against his arm!" "How did he react?" "I didn't look too closely at him." Barbie admitted "But he did leave me a big tip! So I guess Jackie was right!" "What do you mean?" Cynthia asked. "When I started, Jackie took one look at me and said that I'd make a lot of money." Barbie explained. "She said, and I quote; 'The bigger your tits, the bigger your tips!'" Cynthia laughed wickedly as she pictured Barbie teasing the customer with her body. She's coming along quite nicely. "Did he ask you out?" "No." Barbie sighed. "That's okay. Men are like buses; if you miss one, there's always another one." Cynthia said. "Maybe you'll meet one at the club." *** Eleanor listened to the conversation on the extension in her home office. Disgusting, Eleanor thought, this isn't working out at all! I'll have to have a long talk with Cynthia at the next meeting! *** "I need to have a word with you." Eleanor said after the weekly meeting. "I imagine you do." Cynthia replied. "I knew you were listening in the last time I spoke with Barbie." "That's beside the point!" Eleanor said harshly. "This was supposed to be Bobby's punishment! Now he's acting like it's his dream come true!" Cynthia tapped her foot on the sidewalk, slowly counting to ten. Sometimes Eleanor can be so dense! I wonder how Barbie can put up with this woman! "What seems to be the problem?" It was Eleanor's turn to count to ten. "I expected Bobby..." Cynthia interrupted her. "Her name's Barbie, all right?" "Whatever..." Eleanor said, with more than a hint of disgust. "I expected Barbara to learn the error of her ways, but she seems to be enjoying herself a bit too much!" Goddess, give me strength, Cynthia asked as she looked up at the full moon. "We've discussed this before. Barbie needs to become comfortable with herself as a female before she can learn the lesson you want to teach her. The only way she can do that is if she forgets she ever was Bobby in the first place! And, I think she's well on her way to doing that!" "She'll never learn anything before the summer's over!" Eleanor complained. "So what?" Cynthia asked, her patience running thin. "You'll just have to extend her punishment until she learns the lesson you want to teach her." "It sounds like you want her to stay as Barbara!" Eleanor said indignantly. "Come on, Eleanor!" Cynthia replied. "You know that it will take more than just a few weeks for Barbie to learn her lesson!" "The summer's half over." Cynthia continued. "And she's just starting to become comfortable with herself. She'll need to stay the way she is for at least a full year, perhaps longer, before Barbie's ready to see the error of her ways!" "Incidentally." Cynthia went on. "I think that Barbie's well on her way. She's already acting like a young woman, without needing our help any more, and, more importantly, Barbie's starting to be attracted to men." "It won't be long until she gets hooked up with a man who will treat her like the blonde bimbo she's rapidly becoming!" Cynthia finished with a smile. "Yes; Barbie's turning out to be everything a womyn shouldn't be." Eleanor admitted, shaking her head in disappointment. *** "What are you so nervous about?" Lynn wondered aloud. "It's not like you haven't gone clubbing before!" "This is the first time I've gone out since I moved in with my aunt." Barbie replied, checking her make up one last time. "There wasn't much of a club scene where I grew up." "Small town girls never have as much fun as us city