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This is only part of a larger story. I suggest looking over part 1 if you want to fully understand the story line. My thanks to those who have given me their opinions on this story already, I will be doing some editing to try and straighten up a few things. The Penny Part 2 I was so glad to be finally home! Since I didn't have any luggage, I just went over to the phones at the airport and called Lisa. She obviously didn't realize that I would be home so soon and she agreed to pick me up alone when I asked. Just twenty minutes later and I saw our van pulling up in front at the terminal. As I walked out to the van I put my windbreaker on hoping it would help minimize my changes. Lisa quickly pulled away and parked in the airport parking lot so we could talk. She gave me a nice kiss and stroked my hair as I settled down. She asked me how I felt and motioned towards my chest. I told her that they did hurt a little, but only because of the landing. We sat there for nearly an hour while I told her everything that had happened. I did leave out the details of the dresses, skirts, corsets and that black hood-thing back at his house. She asked me where I went but I could only say Los Angeles because I never did find out what town we went to. She said that we'd better get going because the kids were worried for me and wanted to see me home. The van didn't ride as well as the limo, and I could sure feel it in my chest. Lisa, being in a good humor, kidded me about it. At a stoplight, she even reached over touched my left one and asked if it hurt. Her touch didn't really hurt but they were just still sore from the take- offs and landings. She asked if her driving caused them to hurt too. The driving was only annoying because it looked funny to see that mass move. She said my hair looked nice and I instinctively said, "Thank you I did it myself." She asked if my ears hurt from the piercings. Again I said, "no." Then she commented on how nice and smooth my face looked. No more shaving was probably the only thing I liked about this whole thing so far. That was something I hated to do and now I wouldn't have to worry about that ever again. She also noted that my nose, chin, and neck area looked different almost as if I'd lost weight or something. I told her that I'd thought the same thing. Once in our garage, Lisa went into the house first and tried to get the kids prepared to see me. I grabbed my purse and went in as proudly as I could considering the drastic change in my appearance. My son's eyes nearly popped out of his head, my oldest daughter covered her mouth while she gasped and then started smiling while my youngest daughter just ran up, hugged me and told me she loved me. This made me feel better and I realized I would survive. As long as they were okay with me, I would be okay also. We all sat down at the kitchen table while I told them as much as they needed to know. My son eventually started getting involved in the conversation and he asked if I would be mad if he laughed at me. I told him I couldn't be mad because I knew how he felt. Before long, we were all laughing and we started talking about all the things the money would bring. Lisa then mentioned that all my new clothes arrived as scheduled, but the accompanying note said that I had to be the one to open them. Since I never told her of the dresses, skirts, and things, I was afraid as to what we would find in there. But this would wait until after we ate. Lisa had the kids help her while she made dinner and I could hear them whispering the entire time. We all ate in the living room and Lisa even brought my plate out to me so I could rest. It didn't take long before I dropped a bit of food on my chest and Lisa, trying her best to be a good sport, snickered and joked that now she wasn't the only one with that problem. As she said that, our oldest daughter cleared her throat telling us that she also did that same thing. After dinner was cleaned up, Lisa took me into our bedroom so I could unpack my new clothes. She'd had everything packed and ready as Mr. Lewis wanted on Wednesday morning. By noon all my old clothes were gone and these 4 large, square boxes and one tall, long box were stacked neatly in the corner of our bedroom instead. I had a feeling as to what might be in the long box, so I decided to leave that for last. But before we began Lisa asked if she could see me naked. At first I was reluctant saying that I wasn't used to seeing myself like this much anyone else. She promised me that she wouldn't laugh and besides, she wasn't just anybody. I knew she was right, so I told her it was okay but I couldn't leave it off my bra support very long because the breasts were still sore from the flight and the support felt good. She nodded and sat down on the bed. I slid my shoes off, then reached over to unfasten and unzip my pants. As I slid them down, I could see Lisa had noticed the sculptured pattern in my stockings. I unfastened them, and removed the garter belt as it was rather tight. Next, I rolled down the stockings. She said that my legs looked very nice without hair. My panties came off with no surprise and I turned my back to her as I pulled my shirt off. After I'd unfastened my bra hooks and laid it on one of the boxes, I looked back to her and asked if she was ready. Nodding that she was I forced myself to put my arms to my side and slowly turned around. The shock of seeing them caused her to be blunt. Her eyes opened to show her surprise and her hands came up to cover her open mouth. Once she regained her composure a little, she asked how big they were. When I told her they were a 'D' cup, she said that they looked much bigger. So I showed her the tag in the bra to convince the size was 42D. She asked about how they'd been inserted and how much pain the skin stretching had caused. I told her that I'd been unconscious during the entire procedure and that I'd not been able to find any sign of an incision. After I asked if she could find one, she looked and couldn't find anything either. I also explained how the doctor implanted the pain medication and that it should last another two weeks. She then asked to touch them but since I knew this was coming I grabbed her hand and gently sat it on my right breast. She lightly pushed and squeezed it for a second before going across my nipple. When she did this, I jumped a little, and then she jumped and pulled her hand back. I told her that my nipples were more sensitive and I hoped they'd go back to normal, but so far, they still were very noticeable. Noting my hairless body, she asked how they did the electrolysis so quickly so I told her that I was submerged into an acid bath of some sort but I didn't know much more because I'd been knocked out. When they did my beard, they'd even cleaned up my eyebrows but although she thought my eyebrows looked different so much else had changed she didn't pay that much attention. After I put my clothes back on, including the garter belt and stockings, we started to unpack the boxes. Lisa pointed that the boxes were numbered and fortunately, the long box was number 5. I put the first box on the bed and noted that it felt rather heavy. Inside were smaller packages that contained an entire outfit. Each clear plastic package had several numbers printed on them and they all contained a matching bra and panty set, garter belt, stockings, a shirt, and pants. As we finished unpacking the first box, there were eight complete outfits, all of them were casual, and some had long skirts with only two containing jeans. The second box contained twelve packages. Eight of these were short outfits, and had colorful and bright tops. The last four packages contained skirt outfits, ranging from mini to knee length. These packages also had different numbers and contained a matching set of lingerie. I saw one last package that was larger than the others did and it read, 'FOR WORK ONLY'. That package contained all the lingerie I would have to wear under my work clothes. There were lacy, but strong bras, thong panties, a wide and strong garter belt with 8 straps, and thick stockings, and everything was black. The third box had four packages that contained my new exercise clothing. These were very feminine looking leotards. They were all tight fitting, spandex shorts with matching heavy-duty sports bras. Three sets even had a thong one piece swimsuit that was designed to go over the shorts and sports bra. The other outfit only had a crop top and there were no T- shirts or over shirts of any kind. My breasts would be on display even during my workouts. I just hoped the sport bras were strong enough and I again noted that all these outfits had numbers. The last square box was the largest and inside that was a jewelry box. Inside the jewelry box must have been dozens of earrings, but I noticed they were all hoops or dangling ones. There were no studs, there were several necklaces, bracelets and about 20 rings all in separate drawers. After looking all these over, I noticed the numbers attached to each one matched the numbers on each package. Lisa gave me a funny look and said she'd have to get more jewelry just to keep up with me. I tried to laugh but just couldn't bring myself to do it as I noticed that the rest of this box was stuffed full of shoe boxes. There was one pair of tennis shoes, six pairs of trendy shoes with at least a 3 inch heel, some of which had platform soles. There were also four pairs of pumps in white, black, red, and blue. All of these had 3 ? inch heels. Next were three boxes with high-heeled boots. One pair had a 4-inch heel and upper section was very soft and stretchy, the second pair was the same height but the uppers were solid and rigid. Lastly there was a pair of black work-type boots with an inch platform and 3- inch heels. Inside, there was a note saying that these were to be my new work shoes and that my old work shoes had already been thrown out. As I was putting these aside, I saw the numbers on the end of each box too. Each outfit was complete down to the shoes and jewelry so I had no room for error when it came to minimizing my humiliation. Lastly, was the long box and as I looked over at Lisa, she was amazed at the array of clothing I had. There were 2 casual dresses with hems that wouldn't reach my knees. Three other dresses were quite sophisticated one of which was the classic 'little black dress'. Next came three business skirt suits all of which had very short skirts and under these I found two corsets. One was white, the other black. Both had heavy laces up front with a smooth back. They even had a built-in bra and 6 removable garters. Then under the white corset, there was an envelope and inside the envelope was the key to all the numbers. I was only to wear each outfit only once every two weeks. The note reminded me that Mr. Lewis must approve all my clothing, and if he approved them, he set the frequency that I had to wear them so I must follow it or forfeit the money! If this wasn't just great! I knew I had gotten into this without realizing all the room for Mr. Lewis to change just what I thought this whole thing would involve. My new wardrobe was far better than Lisa's was so I felt guilty and even embarrassed about that fact. I knew one of our first priorities was to improve her wardrobe. I looked over to her to apologize, but she seemed to be quite amused by all this. She began to say that she was going to have to get used to the new me when she saw Shawn and Tammy pulling into our driveway. I got very nervous and told her to tell them that I wasn't ready to see anyone yet but she told me that I needed to face all this now because I would have to go to work on Monday and deal with everything then. At least with them, they would try to help me along. I decided she was right so I came out and sat at the kitchen table to wait for them. Tammy took only took one step inside and stopped with a look of extreme shock. After put her purse down, she asked how I was feeling and if 'they' hurt much. By now the hurt from the landing was gone, leaving just a mild, dull ache. Tammy then called for Shawn and when he sat down I told him I was okay and wanted to get this over with as much as he did. By the look on his face I could see he didn't know where to look. First my chest, then my hair, then my chest again, then he saw my clothes. He tried to make small talk as if nothing was different but I knew he was even more uncomfortable than I was. I could see Tammy watching me from the distance and Lisa also noticed. Lisa then shocked the crap out me by asking them if they wanted to see my new breasts! Stunned, I just sat there with my mouth open as Lisa explained that everyone had already seen my chest before and it was no big deal. She could see everyone was uncomfortable, so she felt that Shawn and Tammy seeing them would get us all past the embarrassment so we could get back to normal. However I was shocked! I really did NOT want to show anybody my chest. Especially right then and there was no way I'd be able to do that. Sure, they might have seen my chest before, but now it is very different. Even though I'm still a male, my chest was very female. And until I had the implants removed, I was not showing them to anybody else! Both Shawn and Tammy were also quite embarrassed so they tried to change the subject. However now that I had breasts, it was rather hard to keep them from being the center of attention. Lisa gave me a 'sorry' look about the comment and then went on to say she was only trying to break the tension. It did break the tension, but I wasn't going to show off my new chest. After Shawn and Tammy realized she was only joking, they laughed politely. The conversation move onto my trip so I told them everything I was allowed to, but didn't mention anything about the wardrobe waiting for me. We also talked at some length about my procedures and it seemed that eventually things did get 'normal' between us. Because it was a Saturday night and we all had church in the morning, they left before 10:00pm. Once they left, Lisa and I went back to our room so I could put all my packages of clothes away. Rather than separate all of the clothes into drawers, I put each outfit together. I hung up all the pants and dress shirts and labeled each hanger so I could match them up easier. This would be harder to keep organized, but until I learned just what all the outfit components were, I figured this method would make it easier for me. The shoes filled the entire floor area of my closet and I couldn't believe I even had high-heel work shoes. That was just something else that I would have to deal with. The few dress outfits only took up a small portion of the available area in my closet. Although my closet was only about half full, I knew that this wouldn't last very long, as I had to buy, and have approved, at least four outfits every month for the first two years, with the matching heels. Once everything was put away, I undressed and climbed into bed while Lisa took her contact lenses out. Without any support from the bra my breasts were moving rather dramatically as I went quickly to get around the bed. I managed to get into bed before she came back into the room. Even though she'd already seen them, I was still concerned about how she would feel seeing me climb into bed. While we lay there talking, Lisa lightly rubbed my stomach and did her best to not touch my breasts. This was my first night going without a bra while I slept and I was already used to having to lie on my back. When I turned over on my side, my breasts lay on top of each other and caused some discomfort. Besides, they looked a lot bigger that way. We talked for quite some time and by the time we quit talking, I felt much better about my situation as I drifted off to sleep. Sunday morning came too soon. Because doing my hair took a lot longer than it used to do I had to get moving an hour earlier than my normal 7:30. I'd always brushed my teeth while sitting on the toilet first thing in the morning, but now my breasts were wobbling rather wildly, I had to hold them with my free arm so I could at least finish. The hot spray from the shower felt wonderful and I was still caught off guard by the fact that I never needed to shave my face again. As I washed my hair and face, I bumped my ears and earrings a couple of times and they were still quite sensitive, but I still washed them thoroughly. I finished washing quickly because everyone else still needed to take showers. Lisa startled me when I pulled the shower curtain open because I hadn't heard her come in. As I reached for my towel and dried off, Lisa watched my every move. I used to do my hair before I dressed, but now there was no way I could do that, especially with her watching me. I went as usual to put on my house pants and a large sweater, but they were all gone too. I'd forgotten that ALL my old clothes were gone. I decided that those would be the first things I'd replace. Since I hadn't figured out what I was going to wear to church, all I could do was to wrap the towel around my chest like women do. Lisa commented on my towel so I told her that my house pants and sweatshirt were gone and that I'd have to do this until I could get them replaced. She asked if Mr. Lewis would let me get something like that. At first I thought they would be fine, but while I was doing my hair, I began to realize that unless they were noticeably feminine he wouldn't let me wear them. At least I could buy a set like my old ones and another set that were ladies and try to convince him both were okay. This was the third time I'd done my hair and it was beginning to get easier and look better. It only took me about 20 minutes to do my hair and it looked almost as good as when it was done in the salon. I know I shouldn't, but I felt quite proud that I could do it this good. Looking at my reflection, it looked like I was trying to become a woman. I'm sure that with the right makeup I could be believable as woman. This fact worried me some because, although I could explain this entire arrangement to everyone I come across, there would be countless people that I would never be able to explain this to. I finished putting the hairbrush, mousse, and blower dryer away just as Lisa shut the shower off. Even though I was a little proud of my newly learned abilities with doing my hair, I was still somewhat embarrassed about my appearance and went to the bedroom before she could get a look at me. I pulled out the only other dress pant outfit from the closet. It was dark gray pinstriped dress pants, and a small yellow T-shirt. Once I had the outfit laid on the bed, I started to gather the underclothes together by matching the numbers. A matching shiny black thong, lacy bra, and garter belt and stocking combination all went with it. Going through the closet again I tried to better match up a decent outfit with underclothes that weren't that flashy. All the outfits called for a garter belt and stocking combination and those clothes were nothing I wanted to wear, especially now. I know that my appearance will always be a problem and I knew that with the way I looked I might be asked to leave the church. The pastor had assured me that I would be able to make an announcement to let everyone know what had actually happened and why I look the way I do. So for as long as I could, I decided that I would try and dress as 'normal' and conservative as I could. I hoped the garters wouldn't be seen, but after seeing what happened the last time, I doubt that would happen. I had gotten into my bra, thong, and garter belt and was in the process of fastening the stockings when Lisa came in and saw what I was doing. I tried not to notice her watching me and kept going. After I'd finished, she asked me how I would be able to use the bathroom dressed like that. I gave her an 'I don't know' look as she came over and undid one of the garter ends. She fed it under my thong and re-hooked it and told me to do the same with the rest, Then it became obvious that I could pull my thong down without having to mess with the garters again. As I pulled the pants up, I saw that the rear of the pant hems also tapered down an extra couple of inches. At least these fastened and zipped in the front, but still had no pockets. The shirt was a bright yellow and fit rather snug as well as being cut in a deep "U" with short sleeves, and lines similar to the one I wore on the airplane. I found and fastened the belt in place and looked in the mirror. There was no doubt about it, that I looked very feminine. If it weren't for my size, weight, and the lack of makeup, I could easily pass for a woman. This was not a very encouraging thought. Next thing I had to do was to find the shoes that match this numbered set. I hoped they would be reasonable at least, but again, I was wrong. This outfit went with the stretchy 4 inch heeled boots. I was sitting on the bed staring at one of the boots in my hands when Lisa came in. She told me that I looked nice but as I just sat there, she asked if I was okay. I told her I was scared. She sat down next to me and told me that she appreciated what I was doing for our family. She then bet me I would feel much better once the money started coming in. She told me that whenever I felt like this I ought to just think about the money and forget about everyone else. She gave me a hug and again told me I looked nice. As I pulled the boots on they also fit snugly. They weren't tight or even uncomfortable, but it felt strange to have something going up my leg like that. Once I stood up, I could tell these were taller heels than the shoes I had on yesterday. I was at least an inch taller. In fact, I was beginning to think these heels might have been 5 inches. As I walked around the house trying to get used to the boots, my youngest daughter was the first to say anything. She said that I dressed nice, but she wondered how come I didn't have on any jewelry like yesterday. I'd forgotten all about it! I went back into the room and looked over the numbering key and sure enough, I was missing two rings, two bracelets, a small collar pin in the shape of a rose, and a pendant necklace. Once I had these on, I looked the list over again to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. Once I was sure of that, I went back out in the kitchen. By now Lisa was finished in the bathroom and was getting dressed. Trying to occupy my time until we had to leave, I went into the back yard and played with our black Labrador by tossing his chew toy. Even throwing his play toy reminded me of my chest because of the wobble. I just tried to forget about the wobble and think about things I loved about my house. The air was warm and the flowers were in full bloom. I loved our back yard especially when the leaves budded in the spring because it made a natural fence around our one-acre yard. I have always liked my privacy and now I had a good reason. Then I thought about where Miss Brock would live so she could see our yard. I could only remember seeing one house that sold on the street behind us, and that was too far down to see anything. Mr. Lewis might have meant that she could see our front yard, but she wouldn't be able to see anything much there. During the warmer months, we practically lived in our back yard and that would be the place to observe me. Finally with the dog worn out he flopped on the ground so I sat in a patio chair and looked over each house I could see. I checked to see if there were any differences that would indicate a change of owner. Everything looked the same so then I looked to see which house would have the best view. It came down to three houses that had any kind of a view onto our patio, the one directly behind us, and the one on each side of that. The house on the north side still had the same dog in the backyard so it wouldn't be that one. The one on the south side had the same teenagers arguing about who was going to do a particular chore so again it wasn't that house. The house directly behind us looked the same, but so far, I hadn't seen the owner. Chris was a single man who taught in an elementary school on the other side of town and he'd moved into the house only because it had been left to him after a relative had died. This would be the most logical choice but I still couldn't imagine Chris moving so quickly. Even though he lived alone he only would smoke outside while his dog relieved itself, so I would see him soon enough. Lisa must have been watching me because when she came out she asked if I was okay and ready for church. I told her about my thoughts and asked if she could tell any difference in the neighbors. She agreed she hadn't seen Chris yesterday but that wasn't unusual because she rarely noticed things like that anyway. I would just have to wait and let Miss Brock make her presence known. I didn't have to wait long. Lisa and I were just about to go inside and get the kids ready for church when a woman came out Chris's back door. I pretended not to notice and kept moving for the house. Either Chris had a girlfriend or he sold the house I thought. Either way, the mystery of where she'd watch me from was solved. On the way to church, Lisa told me that word had got around the congregation about my situation, so I should be prepared for some comments. By the time we got to church, I was so nervous I was sweating. I felt like I was going to pass out as I stepped out of the van. I stalled as long as I could and Lisa tried to talk to me but I was too wound up to listen or even recognize that she was speaking. Just as we got to the door, John, one of our closer friends at church met me face to face. He reached his hand out, shook my hand and acted like nothing was different. Since I ran the soundboard for the services, I rarely ever went to Sunday school. John was the back-up worship leader and did a lot of special music and singing so he and I usually talked quite a bit during our setup time. Once I verified all the sound outputs and microphone settings, John was back in the sound room waiting for me. He sat there and smiled at me as I walked in. I gave him a 'What?' look and asked if something was wrong. He laughed back and asked, "How do you like the new you?" I was prepared for many questions, but not one like this. I paused for a second then said, "I'm still getting used to everything. I'm not in any pain from the surgery or anything, but I can really feel the weight and they're kind of sensitive. I'm not happy about the rest of the changes that I've had to do or the clothes I have to wear. I just thought that I could wear the same clothes but ones that would fit my chest better." He then asked, "how big?" motioning to my chest. I responded, "42D!" His eyes showed his shock and at this point he was speechless. I took the opportunity to tell him all the basics about my appearance and why I was doing it. He didn't say anything while I went on, he just nodded or shook his head along the way. When I was all done, he asked me if I was okay. By that he meant not just 'okay', but okay with myself for what I was doing. I thought about that for a moment while I took an internal check on myself. I told him I really didn't feel 'bad' about myself. The only time I felt anything less than 'okay' was when I thought about what others would think of me and how they would react to me and treat Lisa and the kids. He said, "You're still okay with me!" Then he stood up, reached over and shook my hand again. I told him thanks and said that how he felt meant a lot to me. By now several people were coming into the sanctuary and were going about their business. A couple of them came by and gave their usual greetings. When the pastor picked up his wireless microphone, he asked me if I felt up to making an very brief announcement about what I'd done so the people would feel more at ease about me. I told him, "no." But he asked me one more time and this time John heard him and gave me an encouraging nod. The service started and after the first hymn, John started in with the regular announcements. When he'd finished, he motioned for me to come up and as I was walking to the pulpit, he spoke some encouraging words about not judging others and that regardless of how we all might appear, we are still a family and deserve to be loved by one another. As I stood at the pulpit, I could feel everyone looking me up one side and down the other. Some people turned to each other and whispered comments. I briefly thanked them for their patience in allowing me to interrupt the service to explain myself. Then I quickly explained that I'd entered into a contract knowing that I would look different but I didn't look the contract over closely enough because there were a lot of vague areas and that's why I look like I do. I said that I would have to live within the bounds of the contract for quite a while and that I wasn't allowed to change any aspect of my lifestyle or social life, even coming to church. I was required to continue on as if nothing were different. I finished up with another thank you and quickly went back to the sound room. As I walked back, I could see that most of the older people didn't understand me, practically all the women smiled at me and nodded positively, and about half of the men couldn't look at me. Some of the men even showed a sign of acceptance. Most of the kids just stared, one of the younger ones, pointed at me and said rather loudly, "You look like a girl." I just kept on moving. After the service, a few people came up to me and shook my hand and offered positive words but on the way out to the van everyone was watching me. I was glad that our son and older daughter were staying for the all day youth activities because I didn't want them being stared at. As we walked, it seemed like the air went still, and all noises stopped. The only thing I could hear was the clicking of the heels on my boots against the asphalt. I could even hear the echo coming back off the fence along the side of the parking lot. It seemed that once I was in the van, everyone went about his or her business again. I knew I would be the topic of conversation for some time. On the way back home, Lisa grabbed my arm and told me that she loved me and she was proud of the way I handled myself. That meant everything to me! I was so very glad she still loved me. I knew that she did, but to hear her say it, was like the first time she said it. All of a sudden I felt my nipples. They felt hot, very hot so I looked down and could see them poking out. Even through the bra and shirt they were plainly visible. I looked over to Lisa and she also saw them. She smiled at me and asked if they always got hard like that when she touched me. I apologized but she snickered some and told me it was okay, and that my emotions must have caused that to happen. I dropped the subject but could see Lisa watching my breasts all the way home. Since she was watching them, I also couldn't help but to notice every bounce and sway they made. I really don't think that they ever stopped moving no matter how careful I drove because every once in a while I could see Lisa smirking to herself. Because Katie was still with us, I didn't say anything. Back home I went straight into our room to change. I was sitting on the bed pulling my pant leg up to get to the top of my boot when Lisa came in. She just stood there and looked at me so after I had the boots off I asked her if there was something wrong. She shook her head but kept on watching me as I put the boots away. When I turned around she was smiling at me. I knew something was up but she just stood there and smiled. I intended on changing into something less feminine. But with my underclothes being what they were, I didn't feel like stripping off in front of her and putting on a show. I sat back on the bed and asked her what was so amusing. We sat there and talked for nearly two hours. She started off by telling me that she loved me and that she was going to be okay with the 'new' me. While I was away for the week she didn't appreciate that I would change so much. She knew I didn't ask for this and she thought that I would just have the implants, improve my wardrobe some, and we would just collect the money. When she first saw me, she could see that I was in as much shock as she was. She dreaded going out as much as I did because people would look at her and think she was nuts for even being with me. She even thought that me might have to separate but she prayed very hard the night before and at church that she might be able to accept me and be as strong as I appeared to be. I told her that ever since we'd left the house I felt like I could break down and cry at any minute, and that I was only trying to be strong so she and the kids would be okay. I told her that my appearance of strength was only a front. She replied that she realized that on the way home when she touched me and said that she loved me. She said that I looked like I might pass out when I saw my nipples. She realized then that I didn't have any control over what was happening to me. She even thought this could be interesting for both of us if we kept open minds and worked with each other. Hearing her talk like that gave me hope and strength. I knew this was going to be hard on her too but as long as we worked together and kept talking, we could make it. Besides, once the money started coming in, then we would begin to benefit from what my change did. Katie knocked on the bedroom door wanting to know if she could go to a friend's house so we agreed that she could and she was gone in a flash. I wanted to get out of the dress clothes but I wasn't sure if I should say anything about being embarrassed to undress in front of Lisa, so I just swallowed hard and pulled my T-shirt off. Because of the size of my chest, I had to pull it over my breasts first, then pull it over my head. I left the bra on to keep my breasts from moving too much. As I undid the belt and pants, I turned my back to Lisa so I couldn't see her reaction and she couldn't see my embarrassment. I pulled the pants down, tossed them on the bed, and quickly undid the garters and took the belt and stockings off. I still felt like I was doing some sort of a bizarre strip tease. Lisa asked if the garters and stockings were uncomfortable but I told her I hadn't really thought about comfort by this point. The only problem was the way the belt cut into my sides but she just commented that losing weight would take care of that problem. To me, her comment sounded like she going to be okay with me like this. When I told her this, she responded that she knew why I was doing this, and both of us had underestimated the contract. Now we had no choice but to try and get through this and keep our love for each other in front of us and strong. I realized that she was right that I could sulk and be embarrassed for myself but it wouldn't change anything! Or I could try and be happy with myself and keep my head up and laugh back at people as they laughed at me because I was making more money than I ever would normally, and in a few years, I could retire a millionaire. What a change from where I was going before! Lisa saw me smiling and asked what I was thinking. I promised her that I would do everything I could to keep our relationship alive and well. I put my pants back on, but didn't bother with the garter belt, stocking, or boots because we were just going onto the back porch. It was nearly 4:00pm and we still hadn't eaten. So with my first workout just over two hours away we had a light meal while we sat on our back porch enjoying the warmth of the sun. We were sitting there talking when we saw a woman walking up the hill in our backyard. She waved and said, "hello." and asked who she was. I already knew who she was, but I knew we didn't really have any choice. When she got closer, I could see she was in her mid-thirties like us, average looking, and also had a large chest like me. I offered Alyson a seat and we learned that she did buy the house from Chris. She said that Mr. Lewis helped convince him to sell and move quickly by paying him a 'bonus'. She said that while she was supposed to watch me and verify that I was following the terms of the contract, she would still like us to get along and be good neighbors. Lisa and I agreed saying that we knew that Mr. Lewis was in control anyway and we knew that he was going to have us monitored, so if we could become friends, that would suit us fine. She excused herself and said she wanted to give us a gift. She was back in only a few minutes with a small box that she gave to me. She said it was to say thanks for not seeing her as a bad person for doing what Mr. Lewis wanted. I opened the box and found a beautiful little ceramic sculpture of a country barn so we both thanked her for the gift. I told her that I needed to get ready for my first workout but she was welcome to stay and chat with Lisa until I came back out. Lisa brought them both out a drink and continued talking while I went inside. I was going through the outfits trying to find one that would be the least embarrassing when I wondered if I was supposed to change at the gym or go there already dressed. I got the gym's business card from my wallet and I called the number. I asked for the hand-written name on the card and a few minutes later, a young-sounding woman answered. She seemed to know all about me when I told her my name. She thought that I was calling to cancel but I explained that I wasn't canceling and I only wanted to know if there was a changing private area. She said that they didn't have private changing rooms and that I would have to change in the men's locker room or just come dressed and ready to go. I told her I would be ready to go when I got there and I would be there on time. I pulled out the only exercise outfit that didn't have the thong like swimsuit, the bright-blue matching sports bra, mid-thigh length, and high-waist shorts. They were both very snug and the shorts showed just how overweight I was. I wasn't even going to try on the one-piece thong- style swimsuit outfits. Before I walked out of the room, I looked over the number key to make sure I wasn't missing anything and sure enough there were some changes. I had to change my rings and add a sparkling, jewel toe ring on my left middle toe, and a matching anklet. I now had three rings on my hands other than my wedding band, so combined with my nails, my hands looked as feminine as they come. The toe ring didn't make sense because the socks and shoes would cover it, but it was called for, so I had to follow it. After I'd put the appropriate blue socks and athletic shoes on, I pulled a white over-shirt out of the laundry and put it on to wear to the gym. When I came outside to say bye to Lisa, Alyson asked if the over-shirt was on the number key for that outfit. I knew it wasn't and asked that since I didn't have a sweat outfit to wear there, I hoped this would work. She advised that Mr. Lewis spent a lot of time setting up my wardrobe and sweats were left out by his choice. I would have to go there without the over-shirt. After taking it off I gave Lisa a hug and a kiss and said bye to Alyson but just before I walked out the front door, Alyson asked if I had the required purse. I shrugged no as I only had the wallet. She apologized politely but the purse and all its contents were required whenever I left the house. I was to carry the purse all the time, to work, church, errands, motorcycling, or anything else. There were to be no exceptions. I then put my wallet in the purse and headed outside. The gym was part of a trendy-looking national chain that had glass across the entire front and on the one side it faced the overflow parking area. It was close enough to the road that everyone inside could be seen. The front parking lot was full so I had to park around the side and I almost left my purse in the car when I remembered that it had to be carried all the time. I consoled myself with the thought that I didn't have anywhere to put my keys but rather than put it over my shoulder, I bunched up the carry strap and carried it by hand. I wanted to die as no sooner had I got out of my truck when I was spotted from inside. I could see one guy looking at me then he must have said something because about another 8 or 10 guys all looked towards me. I had nowhere to hide, so I just had to endure the looks. The front desk already knew I was coming because the entire staff must have been there to greet me. This was going to be harder than I'd thought but keeping the purse to my side, I walked up to the counter and asked for Sheri. She stepped forward as she snickered to another young lady. I asked her where I needed to go but she asked to see my I.D. so I could officially start my lifetime membership. The other staff all watched and snickered as I sat my purse on the counter and dug my I.D. out from my wallet. At this point I'd had enough so I looked up at the young guy who appeared to be the ringleader of the bunch and asked him if I was entertaining enough for him. He tried to make some sort of an apology with an explanation, but I cut him off and told them that how I looked and where I went was not by choice but I told them I was being paid over $25,000 a month to do this. At that the snickering and giggling stopped so I gave them a questioning look. Then they all disappeared to get back to their jobs. Sheri finished my application and handed it back to me to sign. I signed it and put my I.D. back into my wallet, but Sheri said that my signature didn't match the name on the application. Obviously I signed with my usual name and not the new name that I'd been given. Sheri quickly did another application before asking that I sign it as Tracey A. Swanson this time. I reluctantly did so and then asked where I was to go for the workout. She replied that the class would be starting in fifteen minutes and I should go to aerobics room one. I told her that I was supposed to have personal workouts and not some class. She said that my lessons had already been setup and personal workouts meant aerobics class. She said that this was the first day of the beginner's class so I should be able to keep up. She did show me to the room and suggested I do some stretching to prepare for the 25-minute class. When we entered the room there were already a few other women doing stretching on their own. Of course, my entrance made everyone stop what they were doing. Rather than explain or say anything, I put my purse on one on the hooks and walked to a corner and did some basic stretches. The ladies went back to doing their things but kept watching me and whispering. In the last few minutes before class, three more women came in so counting myself, the class had ten students. Right on cue Sheri came back in, turned on the sound system and her wireless headset and then introduced herself. She explained what the class was all about and what kind of exercises we should do at home to maximize the benefits of the class. We would meet every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday at 6:30pm, except for holidays. The main focus of the class was to be abs, hips, and thighs. We would see a difference everywhere, but we should see dramatic improvement in those focus areas. Then she pointed out that she wanted us to line up in two rows of five and I was front center. Then when we were all lined up, she asked that we all introduce ourselves and give a brief reason why we were attending. I didn't really remember what the other women's names or reasons were. I reluctantly gave only my 'new' first name and gave them a truthful 30-second explanation. I managed to draw some very interesting looks as well as some not-so-nice comments from two very hefty women behind me. We started with some basic warm-ups then Sheri turned on the music and we poured it on. Almost immediately, I felt my breasts moving, and within a few minutes, they seemed to take a life of their own. About half way through, they felt numb. By the time we started the cool down, the front of my bra was completely soaked. I picked up a towel back to where I'd hung up my purse and dried myself off. I wasn't really thinking about anything when I noticed all the women were watching we. When I'd dried myself off enough I picked up my purse and walked towards the rest of the class. I politely said goodbye, placed my towel in the hamper and I walked to the door. I walked quickly to my truck and headed for home. While at a stoplight, I noticed my hair was flat and looked terrible. I took my hair brush and fixed it as best I could. As I pulled into the garage, I was wondering about why I wanted my hair to look good. I didn't really care about it before but I remembered the contract stated 'at all times'. Despite the change in my appearance, I guess I still wanted to please Lisa. As I was thinking about that, I thought about earlier when Lisa made my nipples get hard. I never remembered my emotions and feelings making them do that before, only the cold. I was still thinking about that when I got out of the truck, and it happened again! But this time, with only a sweat soaked bra on, they really stuck out! Before my surgery, when they got hard, they were only about the size of a peanut but now they were huge! I decided that they must be at least the size of toy marbles if not bigger! I was still in shock over this when I walked in only to have Lisa call me as she and Alyson had a story to tell me. I tried to beg off saying that I really needed to get out of the wet sweaty clothes. When I said that, she wanted to see just how much I'd sweated. I tried again, but this time she used her little pleading voice that always makes me do her will. As I walked out there I could feel my nipples getting even bigger and hotter! This was terrible! I tried to cover my breasts with my arms, but once I got out there, Lisa asked me to put them down so she could see just how badly I was out of shape. At first I thought they wouldn't say anything, but I was wrong as Lisa gasped and looked shocked. Alyson's only comment was on how wet my bra was. I asked Alyson if that was good enough. Lisa didn't speak but she just got up and walked over to me never taking her eyes off my nipples. When she got up to me, she gently reached up and touched my left one. As she did, I jumped out of my skin as the nipple was extremely sensitive and now looked almost twice as big again! Lisa told Alyson we would be right back and pulled me back into the house. In the room Lisa asked me what had caused that so I told her that I was thinking about earlier and it just happened only just bigger. She stood there waiting for me to take off my bra so I took it off as I was going toward my dresser. With the bra off, the air felt even colder, making my areolas get all tight and stick out even more! My nipples had grown to least an inch long and were as wide as a dime! And my areolas were about as big as a half-dollar coin. They both were so tight and hard that they actually hurt. When would this end? By now I figured out that the surgeon had to have done more than just do regular implants. No sign of any incisions, only mild pain after the surgery, and now my nipples. Something else had happened when I was unconscious so I was scared. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more embarrassing, something else happened. I wondered just how much Alyson knew about Mr. Lewis and what else I should expect. I took a quick shower, and did my hair in record time. Back in my bedroom, I pulled out a fresh short outfit and put on the matching chocolate brown satin bra, thong, garter belt, and dark brown stockings. After I put the white, deep cut U-necked tank top on, I realized that instead of pulling on the expected matching white shorts, I had just put on a flared mini-skirt. Lisa snickered and told me I should look at what I'm doing. So I opened up the rest of the short outfits only to realize that they all were mini-skirts of some sort. At this point, I also looked the number key over and found that only my exercise clothes combined with tennis shoes. Everything else had at least a 3-inch heel! I realized that even women don't have to wear heels all the time. The only time I didn't have to wear them was when I'd out shaking my chest at the fitness center! I asked Lisa, "now what do I do?" She replied that I was already dressed and it was only a matter of time before I would have to wear a skirt anyway however I was in no mood for this. I'd already pulled the skirt off and was just about to pull off the shirt when Lisa put her hand on my arm. I stopped and looked at her as she gave me one of the most amazing smiles I've ever seen. She whispered, "I love YOU!" Then she gave me a crushing hug, and a beautiful kiss. She put her finger over my mouth and told me to stop being a baby. She told me to put the skirt back on, and come out and join her and Alyson because she wanted to tell me something. She actually wanted me to wear a skirt! So I put it back on, straightened it out, and looked over the numbering key. If I didn't wear everything I was supposed to, Alyson would surely notice. I changed the jewelry to include the extra rings and a choker-style pendant. I was just going to see what shoes I would have to wear when I realized that I hadn't taken the toe-ring off. I just hoped that the white pumps with a 3-1/2 inch heel would hide it and sure enough they did! I hoped that would be at least one or two outfits that didn't require high heels. But the only outfit I could find was an outfit that had baggy khaki pants but the matching top was a see-through white shimmery thing that had to stretch to fit. So I put quickly put everything away, slid the pumps on and joined Lisa and Alyson outside. They were still talking and by the laughing and carrying on, they looked as though they might become decent friends. I sat down like usual when they both stopped me and had me stand up again so I learned to sit properly with a skirt on. That annoyed me as I didn't want to sit properly while wearing a skirt. I didn't want to wear a skirt or any of this feminine stuff for that matter. All I wanted was to take care of my family. I didn't even want to get rich and none of this would have happened if I hadn't picked up that damn penny! Trying not to act silly while I pulled my skirt under as I sat, I asked if that was better. Lisa said, "that was fine, but you could lose the sarcasm." I told her I couldn't help it because I didn't think I would essentially become a woman in the process. Then she reminded me that nobody ever pressured me about this and it was all my decision. As my wife, she would stand by me, but she wasn't about to put up with my self-pity over what I chose to do. WOW! I wasn't expecting that! She'd really gotten over this and I wondered if talking with Alyson had done that or if she was already feeling that way. I apologized for my behavior and asked about the story she had to tell. She said that Alyson and her went to elementary school together from kindergarten through to sixth grade until her parents moved to California. She said that Alyson was different back then so they never really hung out or anything. Alyson thought she recognized Lisa right when they first met but didn't say anything until I left for my aerobic class. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about old times and old friends. Lisa even invited her over for dinner later and Alyson promised to give me all the details she could after the kids went to bed. They continued their previous conversation so I didn't feel like just sitting there and I excused myself so I could tidy up my garage. I turned the radio on to the eighties channel which was my current favorite because that was the best era for rock music. As I walked around the shop, I couldn't take my mind off the sound of my heels. I was getting used to the heels as I walked around, it wasn't really all that difficult, but I could feel all my weight on the balls of my feet. I knew I had to buy more shoes. Correction, I had to buy high heels and I didn't even know what size I was in women's shoes. I knew I was a 10 to 10 ? in men's shoes so I slipped the shoe off and saw that it was an even size 10. I'd always thought that women's shoe sizes were a larger number than men's. So I put the shoe back on and went outside to ask Lisa. She told me that to be the size I was in men's shoes, that would make me a 12 or even 13 in women's shoes. So I sat down and showed her the shoe. As she looked at it she was puzzled too. Then Alyson said she would explain all that and anything else later, but for now she had to go home and get some things ready for dinner since she was going to spend the evening with us. It was obvious, Lisa had found a new friend. With Alyson away Lisa followed me back into the garage and asked how I was feeling after the aerobics. I said I was a little tired, but not sore. At least not yet! I knew that in the morning, I'd be quite sore. Then I told her the focus was on abs, hips, and thighs. When she heard this, she asked if it wasn't too late for her join and come with me. She added she could use the exercise, and besides, she could keep an eye on me so no other women in the class made a move on me. I thought that was funny as I told her about how the other women had treated me. She said that she would definitely go with me next time to show those women a thing or two. So she picked up the phone and asked if there were any beginner's aerobics classes starting soon. The girl on the phone said that a class had just started and if Lisa would like, she could talk to the instructor to set up the class. In only a matter of a few minutes Lisa was signed up for the class too. It seemed that I still wasn't that used to wearing heels and my feet and ankles were aching, so I sat on the workbench, took them off, and massaged my feet. Somewhat amused, Lisa said that now I knew why she doesn't wear heels often. I replied that I'd been wearing heels non-stop now for two days and since I hadn't worn heels before, I thought I was doing pretty good. She agreed and added that I'd soon learn to hate them. I decided that I already hated them, but it wouldn't do me any good because it looked like I'd be wearing them a lot from now on. So I went into the house, pulled the heels off and laid back in my recliner. The kids had already gotten back from youth group and had already put three Digiorno pizzas in the oven. They already smelled as though they were cooked. The two older kids were already in the living room watching TV when Katie came home for the evening. Candi, my fourteen-year old daughter, said, "nice outfit Dad." I only replied, "thank you." I then heard Lisa talking to someone so I jumped up quickly and looked in the driveway for a car. There was no car and the voice I heard was Alyson so I sat back down and kicked my feet back up. Lisa was giving her a tour of the house, starting in the kitchen and before long, they came into the living room. Lisa showed her the entertainment cabinet I'd built into the wall. But as Lisa was explaining our plans to enlarge and remodel the house Alyson looked over at me and gave a cheerful, "hello." I echoed a reply but as they were leaving the room, Alyson looked back to me again and said that she would overlook it this time, but I needed to keep my outfit complete until I changed and she pointed to my feet. I thought at first she saw the toe-ring, and explained that I forgot about it in my haste to put my stockings on. She then said that I could always wear more jewelry as long as it was still tasteful, but she was referring to my heels that were on the floor. I nodded my understanding and slipped them back on again. At least in the recliner it was better than standing in them. As I sat there watching TV, I realized that anyone could see up my skirt and see garters so I got up, straightened my skirt, and sat back down. Candi snickered and told me that it was about time. I explained that I'd never worn things like this before and it might take awhile to get used to it. She asked if I would have to wear things like this from now on. I replied that I would and from the look of it, I would have to start buying more on my own. Candi gave an amused look while Bryan and Katie just looked at me. I then told them that I'd underestimated the contract and that if I quit before the 5 years were up, we'd not only have give back all the money, we wouldn't be able to live here anymore and probably go bankrupt. The girls didn't understand that so I explained that we would have to sell everything except our clothes and move into a cheap apartment somewhere. On the other hand, if we all dealt with this by loving each other as we had in the past, we would all have enough money for all we needed. I then added I could retire early and we could have some awesome vacations. I could see the older two accepting this, but Katie was worried about me. I assured her I would be okay as long as all of us kept on as we had done the last few days. I promised her that I wasn't in any pain and that with the exercising and diet, I would be healthier. She smiled but gave me an odd look. When I asked her what was wrong, she replied that she wanted to give me a hug but she didn't know if it was okay. I sat up and opened my arms so she came over and gave me gentle hug. I really squeezed her and told her that she couldn't hurt me. She smiled from ear to ear. Lisa then announced that the pizzas were done. The three kids to get theirs and I looked at Lisa and softly said, "thank you." She was puzzled so I told her that her support had been the only thing that was keeping me going. She smiled and walked over to me as I got up, we hugged and then kissed. She said that no matter how much I might change or look different, she would always be there for me. She gave me a funny look but then quietly said that making love would now certainly be different but that we were always looking for something to spice things up a bit. I just smiled and hugged her even tighter. That, of course, caused my nipples to get just as hard and large as last time, along with my penis. She must have known this would happen because she gave me that look again and discreetly rubbed a nipple with her fingers causing me to jump and step back. I was glad the kids came in then because she had that 'look' about her. I turned away from the kids so they couldn't see my new developments and went into the bathroom. After peeing my penis returned to normal but not my nipples. When I went into the kitchen, Alyson was sitting at the table and noticed my situation, but she politely asked if everything was okay. I gave her the standard, "yeah" and put my usual three slices of pizza on my plate. Lisa though came in, saw my plate, and asked how I would lose weight if I ate like I did so I put one slice back and sat down at the table across from Alyson. Lisa then came over and took a second piece off my plate saying, "you'll have to learn soon or you won't make the weight goals." We made small talk about the neighborhood while we ate. We found out that Alyson had only moved back to town because of the observation contract with Mr. Lewis. She never said how much she was being paid, but she was very happy to relocate. Mr. Lewis knew she used to live nearby and that's why she was offered the position. I asked her why I had to dress completely all the time, even when I never left the house or had guests. However she explained that it was her job to ensure I complied with the contract and that even she was being watched, but from a distance. If Mr. Lewis thought she wasn't doing everything she was hired to do, it would be bad for both of us. She then asked me if it was that bad to look nice for the ones that loved me. I thought about it and decided that looking nice was one thing, but looking nice in women's clothes was something different. She finished by asking if I understood what Lisa had put up with every day. I replied that Lisa like many other women I knew didn't have to wear heels and stockings all their waking moments as I did! As we continued talking, I suddenly felt a cool draft in my crotch area so I looked down to see what had happened. It was nothing special, but I saw that my legs were spread wide open. Lisa playfully reminded me that I'd better learn to keep my knees together or I'd be showing more than I wanted. As the kids started to get ready for bed, I cleaned up the kitchen. That was something I rarely did but I wanted to get things going so Alyson could tell me everything she could. Even though our kids are in their mid teens they still have a 9:00pm bedroom time. They don't have to go to sleep by then but they should just stay in their rooms. When they were finally in their rooms I set about trying to find out what was in store for me. We sat down but Lisa and Alyson continued with their previous conversation. It seemed that when Alyson was a child, her family lived in a completely different part of town. Her family and her had had some sort of a major fight because she hasn't spoken with any of them in over four years. In fact, they didn't even know she'd moved back to Indiana. She went to great extents to ensure they would never know. Even though I was anxious, I let this go on until I finally got the conversation onto me. We found out that we were right about Lewis not being his real name, but then she didn't know what it was either. She knew that he'd done this before because I was her third job. She told us that her first one was six years ago but it had only lasted three months and by the time he'd paid back all the expenses, it had cost him over $200,000! She knew that Lewis had been doing this for at least six years because she'd been working for him that long. She also said that he was currently doing this with at least three other men. Whether or not they were getting paid the same as me she didn't know, but she did know that the contracts all had the same conditions. Though we don't all go to the same place. I am the only one that has to go to California. She knew that one of them had really been fighting the contract and after fourteen months, he'd only been paid for three months. Lewis reads her reports very carefully and if he finds any problem, first he will offer an opportunity for explanation before considering whether he will withhold all or part of the money. He doesn't always withhold the money and most times he then offers an opportunity to keep the money by doing something extra for him. He might have them clean the house, work in the yard, paint, work on other odd jobs, sometimes it requires the men to stay an extra few days, but it is always something doable. After that first job, she didn't work for him again for nearly four years, but he contacted her again promising her better financial stability in the future so she had been with him ever since. That second guy turned out to be a real pain in the ass she explained. At first she tried to be nice and give him a warning, but he went outside without a complete outfit. She had to report that to Lewis or she would be out of a job. Mr. Lewis is always serious about firing someone if they don't fully enforce the contract. She was doing this until recently but when my contract was ready, Mr. Lewis asked if she would like live back in her home town again because he knew she wanted to get away from her family. She took up his offer and now I am her next guy. She told us that she must email him every evening with a report of her observances and for that he pays her $150 a day. When we leave to go on a trip, she will arrange to go also, but it's not our responsibility to make s