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Spring Break Incognito By Enigma I rolled off Sarah to lie naked, panting, beside her, trying to catch my breath. She snuggled up to my cooling body and was first to regain the power of speech. "That was fantastic, Jeff. I love you!" "Mmmm..." I pulled her tight to me. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I managed to wheeze. "I love you too, honey." I glanced over at the lighted digits of the alarm clock that showed it was a little past 1 AM, "But we both have early classes tomorrow." I kissed Sarah passionately and settled down to sleep. The phone woke me early the next morning, and I groggily noticed it was 6:30. My sleep-clouded mind eventually heard Sarah as she chattered on the phone. Morning people! Her words finally started making sense, and I realized she was talking to one of her friends about the upcoming spring break. Damn! I was really upset about these plans they were making. "Yeah, that sounds good, Julie! Marci and Kelly are confirmed? Great! I know Sherry and Lynn are in. Oh, you heard from Sue? Super! How about Jenn? Still nothing, huh? OK, you keep trying, and I will too. Good! Luv ya, Jules. Talk again soon." Sarah hung up the phone, and turned over to face me. "Morning, sleepyhead!" This was followed by a kiss that drove more of the cobwebs from my mind. "Things are really coming together! We have all but Jennifer lined up to go. The reservations are all set. This is going to be a great spring break!" "Humph" I grumped. I was not crazy about my fianc? going off without me to Lake Havasu for spring break with her old friends from high school. They were eight really gorgeous ladies, and I had heard the stories about the wild parties and stuff that went on there. "Sweetheart, are you sure about this?" Sarah put a cute little pout on her beautiful face. "Jeff! Not this again! Come on, we've talked about this till I'm sick of it! You know I love you, honey, and we are going to be married this June, right after graduation. This is my last chance to get together with the gang before that. Don't you trust me?" She was stroking my body, getting me hot again, which was pretty amazing after the way we went at it last night. "It's not that I don't trust you, Sarah. It's all those horny guys I don't trust! I'd feel a lot better if I was coming." "Jeff, sweetheart, you know this is an all girl thing. Just me and my friends. With us scattered at schools all over the country, we hardly ever get to see each other any more. Besides, the place is booked solid. We've had reservations for months, and there is no way you could get any place to stay now." "It's just ..." "Shhh. I know sweetheart. I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to change that! I know you'd like to go, and I would love to have you there too." She got a speculative look on her face, and seemed lost in thought as she gazed at me for long moments. "Unless..." she almost whispered, then suddenly giggled. "What?" "Nothing! I just had a silly thought. Never mind." "No, Sarah. I want to know!" "Jeff, it's really silly." "Sarah!" "Ok. It just flashed through my mind there is a way you could go." "Super! How?" She giggled again. "You sure you want to know?" I nodded emphatically. "Ok, I tried to warn you! You know there are eight of us, right?" I nodded. "And we've got rooms for eight." I nodded again. "Well, we haven't been able to get hold of Jennifer. She was having some problems a couple months ago, and Julie and I haven't heard from her since. We can't confirm she is coming. That might leave an empty spot for another girl!" I was puzzled. "How does that help me?" "Well, I just had this silly thought that you could be that other girl!" I was speechless! Me? Go as a girl? This was crazy! But there was a niggling little voice in the far recesses of my mind that was saying, 'You could, you know!' "See, I told you it was silly. I just thought of the part you had in that play last year. Remember, when there weren't enough girls in the class to fill all the parts, and you got to do that small role as the girlfriend? You looked and sounded really good, and that was what brought this on." I just glared at her, and the subject was dropped. Maybe a little background would be good here. Sarah and I entered the university the same year, both majoring in Theater Arts. We became aware of each other sometime during our freshman year, but were not much more than mild acquaintances. Sometime in our second year, I really began to notice how pretty she was, and what a great personality she had. Finally, just into our junior year I worked up the courage to ask her out. Later I learned that she had wondered what took me so long. We got on great, having lots of fun in school and with recreational activities, and eventually discovering the joys of sex. We decided we would live together our senior year, and found a small apartment not far from campus. Just this last Christmas, I finally proposed marriage to her and she gleefully accepted. I have been on cloud nine ever since. Until recently, that is, as the plans for spring break began to take shape. I guess it was my insecurities getting the best of me. But I was really afraid of losing Sarah to some hunk out there in Havasu. I'd heard the stories: the wild parties, the drinking, topless girls, endless sex. I have always been the quiet type, never getting into the party scene, whereas Sarah and her friends had always been pretty wild. I guess I just never could figure out how I got lucky enough to land Sarah. And I was afraid if she got back to that kind of atmosphere she would realize that I just didn't measure up. As I said, everyone in Sarah's crowd are knockouts. They had been friends all through high school, and then had spread out across the country, with only a couple attending the same college. This was going to be the first time since the summer after high school that they got back together to relive their wild days of the past. Sarah herself is 5'6", with wavy red hair, a beautiful face with clear alabaster skin, deep green eyes, a cute little upturned nose and a smattering of freckles that made her look deceptively innocent. With C cup breasts (34C-24-32) she is the smallest of the eight in that department. In my humble opinion, she was also the prettiest of them all. Not that any of them were dogs. But I was just sure that this assembly of busty babes was going to attract guys in droves. Then there is me. I am fairly short for a guy at 5'9", with a slender build. My skin is naturally lightly brown, my hair jet black and straight, and my eyes are an unusual gray with just a hint of an oriental shape, thanks to my mixed ancestry. Not that I was ugly by any means, but I had never been able to build up any muscle bulk, in spite of all my trying. The best I could say about it was that I was fit and sleek. I am quick, deceptively strong, and have been described as graceful, but I have never, ever been called a hunk. My build is what got me drafted into that female role in last year's play. Another week passed. There were calls from several of Sarah's friends as plans were finalized. We were in January now, and the trip was inexorably approaching in early April. Sarah would talk to me about the plans and her concerns about the still unaccounted for Jenn, but was getting really touchy about any comments I made, even when I went out of my way to try to be helpful. Sun Jan 16 Finally one Sunday evening when she got off the phone I asked, "Still no word from Jenn?" Sarah just blew up. "Damn it, Jeff, I've had it with your jealousy over this trip. I have tried and tried to reassure you that it is you I love, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about!" "Wait, Sarah, no! I am trying to accept it. I really am. I know you are worried about Jenn. All I want to do is be there for you right now." "Argh! I can't take any more of this. Jeff, either put up or shut up. You're either in or your out, and I won't put up with any more negative vibes from you!" "Hunh? What do you mean?" "Either you're the eighth girl, or you just stay out of this!" With that she stomped into the bedroom and I heard the lock click. I tried the knob, then knocked lightly. "Sarah! Let me in, sweetheart. I'm sorry!" There was only silence in answer. I spent a cold, lonely night on the couch, the first since we had moved in together, and it was not something I was anxious to repeat. Mon Jan 17 I woke stiff and chilled the next morning after a restless night when Sarah came out of the bedroom already dressed for class. I stumbled into the kitchenette as she brewed coffee, and tried to kiss her on the cheek. She avoided my attempt and just looked at me. "In or out?" I looked at her pleadingly. "Come on! Give me a little break here! At least tell me what it really means to be in or to be out. Please?" "In, you dress as a girl for the week, participate in the preparations and help make the week fun for all of us. Out, you stay here, you keep your petty jealousy to yourself and you quit trying to spoil this for me." Her voice had steel in it unlike anything I was used to from her. I sighed, "Sarah!" She just turned and walked out the door, skipping breakfast. I had a rough day, and couldn't concentrate at all in class. I was mortally afraid I had damaged our relationship beyond repair, but I just wasn't quite sure how. I couldn't figure out what to do. I didn't think there was any way I could make everyone believe I was a girl for a week, especially as close as that group is going to be during the trip. But I was almost more afraid that rejecting the idea would have the effect of driving Sarah away even further, since she reacted badly to almost everything I said anymore. Sarah wasn't home yet when I dragged in after my last class. Normally she would have been there and fixing something for us to eat by now. I put my books away and started putting together a dinner for the both of us. Sarah came in when everything was almost ready, and went silently to the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later, and we sat down to eat the simple meal in an uncomfortable silence neither of us seemed willing to break. After we'd put our dishes in the dishwasher, she faced me. "Ok, Jeff, what is it going to be?" I had been dreading that question, and gave a big sigh. "Sarah, I love you. I just don't know what you want from me." "What I want is for you to be a little supportive. This is a big thing for me, and I want you not to ruin it before it even starts!" "How can I be supportive when you bite my head off for everything I say? In case you hadn't noticed, I have stopped questioning the trip. I am trying to be supportive! But it seems like everything I say is wrong." A tear trickled from each of Sarah's eyes. "Maybe I'd better move in with Debby till spring break. Then we won't hurt each other until this is over." "No!" I looked at her pleadingly. "Please." I heaved a big sigh and said quietly "I'll do it. I'll go with you." My best hope now was that Jennifer would show up and bump me from the trip, but I was desperate not to lose Sarah. She just looked at me blankly for a while. "You sure?" I nodded. "And you'll really try to make this fun for all of us?" I nodded again. She looked at me as if to judge the truth of what I said. Finally she came to me and hugged me, whispering in my ear "Thank-you!" I hugged her for all I was worth. "You'll have to help me, though. Being a girl in a play isn't the same as living as a girl for a week. You have to help me make sure I can do this!" She gave me a tentative kiss on the lips. "I will." We didn't make love that night, but at least I was back in the bed with Sarah, and we cuddled together till she drifted off to sleep. My slumber did not come easily as I held the woman I loved and pondered what I had gotten myself into. Tues Jan 18 Sarah was almost back to her old self the next morning, and I enjoyed the affection we shared while getting ready for class. "Jeff, lets plan on spending time after class this afternoon seeing what help we can get from the theater storeroom, OK?" I felt my insides twist, but put a cheerful face on, afraid of pushing her away. "Sure. What do you have in mind?" "Oh, I just thought we might be able to borrow some props to help us out." I was getting a little worried here. "Um, don't you think the school might object?" "All we can do is ask!" as she pecked me on the cheek. This was Tuesday, and in the afternoon we were both in Professor Hanford's class, which was currently concentrating on costuming. Jane Hanford is an attractive thirty-something lady who is a whiz at training recalcitrant young wannabes as potential stars and/or for supporting positions in theater and movie production. She has a wicked sense of humor, and has a knack for getting her students to not only understand what is needed, but for getting them to do it. I managed to survive the morning classes, and was disappointed when Sarah did not show up at the union for our usual lunch together. I waited outside the classroom for her to show, but slipped inside just before the start time when she hadn't. Moments later, she walked in with Professor Hanford. They stopped near the front of the room and spoke quietly for a moment before Sarah came to sit with me with a mysterious smile on her face. I noticed the professor glance my way with a somewhat quizzical expression, but then we got into the projects we were working on, and I was too busy to worry about it. As the room started to clear after class, Sarah found me and pulled me forward to where Professor Hanford was waiting. She greeted us and asked how our current projects were going. We chatted about that until the room had emptied. "So, Jeff, I understand that you and Sarah want to take on a special project for the next few months. How do you feel about this?" I looked nervously at Sarah, who was smiling encouragingly at me. "Um, I guess I am really nervous about this, professor. I want to do it, but I am really worried about pulling it off without getting into hot water." She stood back and gazed speculatively at me for a few minutes. "I don't think appearance is going to be a problem. It's more likely your behavior that could give you away, and then of course, any, shall we say, more intimate encounters where your costume would be difficult to maintain?" I blushed furiously and mumbled, "I don't think I have to worry about intimate encounters." "Nonsense! What will the other girls be wearing when they go swimming?" She looked at Sarah here. "I know I will be in a bikini, and it would surprise me if any of the others wore anything else." Geez! That hadn't even occurred to me. The furthest I'd gotten was thinking of jeans, shorts, and maybe skirts. Professor Hanford pushed on relentlessly. "And where will the girls be getting changed into and out of swimwear?" Sarah was looking downcast. "Normally we would all change together in a dressing room, or a cabana, maybe the cabin of a houseboat. Maybe this isn't such a good idea." She looked sorrowfully at me, and I felt a twinge in my gut. I wasn't sure if it was relief or regret. I was shocked when the professor responded, "Don't be silly! But it does depend on how much you both are committed to this charade?" She made that last into a question. Sarah looked a bit more hopeful. "What do you mean?" Professor Hanford considered before she spoke. "There are many ways that Jeff could be made to appear a woman. He has the basic build that will make it easier. The techniques range from makeup to appliances to cosmetic procedures, even hormones and reassignment surgery. It all depends on the depth of the masquerade. And of course, some of those are more permanent than others. You also have to consider the expense." Sarah and I were both speechless, but she recovered her voice first. "Jeff is my fianc?! This was never meant to be permanent!" "No, of course not, I was only pointing out the options. But consider. Even with costuming changes that are not long term, there is a certain amount of conditioning that must be done. Jeff would have to learn to, for instance, walk like a woman, and practice it to the point that it was natural and unconscious. Afterward, that conditioning might surface at embarrassing moments, at least until he is reconditioned to a male gait. The same applies to speech and mannerisms. The result could be that some people might assume he was gay until the feminine behaviors were all unlearned." Sarah and I exchanged a worried glance. I was pretty sure I wanted out of this, but I planned to leave it up to Sarah, as I didn't want to alienate her again. I hid my immense relief when she spoke up, "Maybe we shouldn't. Sorry to have taken your time, professor." I was dismayed when she responded, "Let's not be quite so hasty. I didn't want to scare you off. I just wanted you to be aware of the effort involved not only before, but after this task. Actually, I think it would be a great learning experience for both of you, and could help you greatly in your careers." "Can we think about it and get back to you?" I asked. "Certainly! I would be disappointed if you didn't think this through before jumping in." Sarah piped in, "Just for the sake of argument, what would the costuming involve. Not that I am saying Jeff will do this. Just that we need to understand what he, um, we might be getting into." Professor Hanford pondered a moment. "Fair question. Actually, not too much." She looked me over critically. "Jeff has a slim build, which is a good starting point. He's taller than the typical woman, but not too tall. If we were to put him in a dress right now, the first thing people would notice is that he has no breasts. Given the extent of the deception you are considering, the best choice short of implants would be breast forms that are attached with an adhesive and removed with a special solvent. If selected properly, they would be virtually indistinguishable from the real thing, even letting him wear a bikini top. But those are not cheap." I gulped, but managed to say, "Ok, that doesn't sound too bad yet. What else?" "In a dress, the next giveaway would be hair. Yours has good luster, and is marginally long enough, but is in an obviously masculine style. With some trimming, it could be made quite feminine, then after the week, a simple haircut would return it to a male style." I grinned just a little. "That one sounds easy." I noticed Sarah had a hopeful little smile as well. "Speaking of hair, body hair is another problem. Use of a depilatory and/or frequent shaving can handle that, and of course it would grow back fairly quickly after." Oh boy, another relatively easy one! "Ok. What else?" "Various things around the face would make a remarkable difference. Eyebrows plucked to a feminine arch would grow back over time. Pierced ears would help a lot, and would heal in a few months it left empty. Makeup, obviously, done in such a way to emphasize the cheekbones and eyes. Why, if you gave me an hour, from your neck up I could make you look like a very attractive girl right now." "Um, I don't think I'm quite ready for that. But that doesn't sound too bad, if we do this." I thought Sarah was looking kind of encouraged. The professor thought some more. "Your body shape is not great for a girl, but there are many attractive women that don't have much more of an hourglass figure than you. And then there is the problem of genitals. That would be a dead giveaway in a bikini bottom, or even possibly in tight girls' jeans or shorts. Hmmm." This topic made me blush, but she plowed onward. "I don't have personal experience with it, but I have heard of a device that is available. It is like a latex panty that can add fullness to the hips and rear, and accommodates the male genitalia while appearing to be a female vagina on the outside. The edges glue down just like the breast forms, and make it very difficult to tell it's not natural. Oh, and if you lost maybe ten pounds and did some exercises to slim your waist a little, that would help too." That one was kind of freaky, but I was curious. "Why would something like that even be available? And where would you get it?" Professor Hanford grinned just a little. "Why, just for what you are thinking of. Do you think you're the only man that has thought to disguise himself as a woman? Actually, it is more common than you might think. Ever heard of female impersonators that do stage shows? How about transvestites? Even transgendered females could use them to help pass as their desired gender." I blushed uncomfortably. "What is transgendered?" Sarah stepped in here. "Isn't that when a person believes that their brain is a different gender than their body?" The professor agreed, "That's pretty close. And many of these people feel the need to appear as their internal gender." She frowned now. "Some even end their lives unable to resolve the conflict they must fight." Then she brightened a bit. "As to where to get them, I'm sure you could order one from the internet. There may even be a store in town that could fix you up. That would be better, since they could match skin color and texture to make it less noticeable. Again, the better it is, the more expensive." We had a lot to think about. We left with a promise to let her know what we decided, and with her offering to do some research on sources for breast forms and the vagina thingy. We didn't talk much as we walked back to the apartment, each lost in our own thoughts. Dinner was quiet as well. We made a great team in the tiny kitchen, with almost no words required to cooperate on fixing the simple meal. After we cleaned up, Sarah brought the subject back up for the first time since we left the professor. "Can we try just a couple of simple experiments to see how it goes?" I was definitely nervous about this. "What kind of experiments?" "Oh, I thought maybe you could try on a few of my clothes, just to see how they fit. And maybe you would let me make up your face to see what we have to work with?" I wasn't all that comfortable with the idea, but I wasn't ready to be the one to back out of this yet. Not when Sarah was being nice to me again. "Ok." "Great! First, go shave really carefully, and then come on into the bedroom." I went and shaved, not that I had much beard to remove. When I entered the bedroom she got a lecherous grin on her face and said "Strip!" I did. She tossed some silky panties to me. I looked at them and then back at her, blushing. "Go on, put them on. It's only clothing!" So I slipped them up my legs and over my narrow hips. "Hmmm. I think maybe you should tuck yourself back between your legs for this experiment." I grumbled as I did that, pulled the panties up tight, then looked down at an almost feminine-looking crotch. "Stick your arms out." She slipped a wispy bra over my arms and struggled to fasten it behind. "I can see you will need the next size up. But it is fastened now, so we can try this for tonight." She stuffed a rolled up pair of nylons into each cup, and suddenly I had medium small boobs. She handed me a pair of her jeans. I thought about how she looked in them as I pulled them up my legs, and my trapped manhood gave a twitch. It was a struggle to fasten them around my waist, but I managed. If I lost the weight Professor Hanford suggested, they would probably be just right. Sarah spoke, "They are a bit loose in the hips and bum, but that is kind of what I expected. Otherwise, they look pretty good." I thought they hugged me like a second skin! "You call that loose? And aren't they a bit short?" Sarah looked. "For a guy maybe, but they look just fine for a girl. Here, put this on." She handed me one of her tops in a pale blue color and I pulled it over my head and down to my waist. Or rather, I tried. It was just a little short, and left maybe an inch of skin showing above the jeans. I looked at Sarah, and she was smiling in a way that made me kind of nervous. "Ok, let me try a bit of makeup. Nothing garish and I promise, nothing that won't wash off." I relented as gracefully as I could, and sat in the chair by her vanity. She turned me toward her so I couldn't see what she was doing. "I should use a foundation to even out your skin tone first, but our skin colors are so different that mine would make you look pasty, so we'll skip that tonight." She had me close my eyes and I felt a light brushing sensation across my eyelids. Then more pressure along the edges of my lids as she told me she was applying eye liner. Then I felt a sharp pain in my eyebrow and jumped. "Hold still. I just want to get rid of a couple of stray hairs. Nothing noticeable." A couple! She must have pulled out at least a dozen. She used some kind of pencil on my brows. Then came some mascara for my lashes. She brushed something on my cheeks, moved back to look critically, then brushed a little more. Next, she outlined my lips with a pencil and filled them in with lipstick. Finally, she coated my lips with a gloss and moved back to check the overall effect. This couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, so I wasn't expecting too much. She grabbed her hairbrush and did something with my hair. No trimming or anything, just brushing it a little differently than I normally do. "Ok, let's take a look." I started to turn to look in the vanity mirror, but she stopped me and pulled me toward the closet. "Ready?" I nodded and she opened the door to swing the full length mirror on the inside around to face me. I wasn't ready for what I saw. There, framed in the mirror, was a tall, slender girl. She was no beauty, but was at least attractive. The hairstyle was a bit butch, but not bad when seen with the rest. I studied my face, trying to see me in there, and finally made out how she'd changed my look. The clothes added to the overall effect, even though they were not overtly feminine. "So, what do you think?" "Wow!" was all I could say. "Yeah, wow! You know, I really think you could do this." I gazed in the mirror. "I never thought I could look like that!" "Oh, honey, that's with just a few minutes work. With some of the other things the prof talked about, you could look fantastic!" "You think?" The actor in me was getting kind of curious about this. "I still don't know about lasting a week with your friends though." "I think you could. Tell you what, how about we work on this for a while, and see how it goes. If we get close to spring break and you decide it isn't going to work, we'll call it off. But if we plan for now for you to go, at least we won't be fighting about this trip all the time." I was nervous, and just a little excited about the prospect. "Ok. We can try it. But what about the cost?" Sarah spoke hesitantly. "I'll pay, since you're doing this for me." I knew she could do it, but it made me uncomfortable. I was getting through school OK, what with loans and a few grants, but there was little extra in my budget. Sarah and I shared expenses, and after a couple of initial 'discussions' she only paid her part of the costs, and we lived carefully. I knew that with her scholarships and the allowance she got from her folks, she could have lived much better, but she was happy with the way things were and never complained when our food was a little less exciting than it could be. She knew what I was thinking, and got a pleading expression on her face. "Please?" I knew she would get her way. She normally did, so I gave in gracefully. "OK. But let's not get carried away here!" She launched herself at me and kissed me passionately with her arms wrapped around my neck. "Hmmm. This is interesting. I've never kissed a girl like that before." She giggled and pushed me down on my back on the bed, and suddenly her hands were roaming all over my body. After the last couple of nights, it felt great to make love to Sarah again. The strange feel of lipstick on my lips faded to the background as our passion grew. It was late before we settled down to sleep. "Oh, I almost forgot! We have to get our makeup off before we sleep. Come on!" She dragged me to the bathroom, and soon I was learning the female nighttime bathroom ritual; makeup remover, cleanser, moisturizer, along with my normal tooth brushing. One more difference was that Sarah made me sit to use the toilet instead of standing, all the time giggling about not having to worry about the seat being left up anymore. Back in bed, we cuddled and I started to settle down to sleep. "You know, we can't call you Jeff while you're incognito. What would you like to use as your girl name?" I pulled myself back from sleep. "Dunno. Hadn't thought about it. Any ideas?" "Well, it would be confusing to use any of my friends' names, so let's avoid those. Let me try a few, and see if anything appeals. Melanie, Sandy, Barbara, Alice, Allison, Diane, Deanna, um, Gail, Marissa, June, April..." "Wait," I interrupted. "Marissa... I kind of like the sound of that." "Ok. I hereby christen you Marissa. We can use Rissa for short. I like that too!" This time she let me drift into slumber. Wed Jan 19 "Wake up Marissa." I heard the quiet voice through the fog of sleep, and it meant nothing, so I drifted off again. There was a poke in my ribs, "Wake up, Marissa, time to get out of bed, sleepyhead!" "Hunh?" "Come on you lazy girl, time to get a move on!" I felt smooth arms wrap around me from behind, and the feel of warm, firm breasts pressed into my back. "Mmmm. I could get used to this." I sighed. "Not today you can't! Get that cute little butt in gear, missy." I suddenly found myself on the floor beside the bed. "Hey!" Sarah was already on her way to the bathroom. "Come on! Let's stop by Professor Hanford's office before your 9 o'clock class and see if she's there." By the time I got to the bathroom, Sarah was already toweling herself dry from the shower. Before I got out of the shower and arrived in the kitchen with just a towel around my waist, Sarah had the coffee ready and fruit and cereal waiting for me. She giggled as I walked in. "Not like that, silly!" She came to me, and before I realized what she was doing, she had the towel off me. "Hmmm. What have we here?" She stroked my quickly hardening manhood, and then wrapped the towel around me just under my arms. "A girl has to protect some different real estate than guys do," she laughed. I tried to sit to eat my cereal, but Sarah giggled again, and pointed out that I was showing off something I maybe should keep secret. I looked down, blushed, and slammed my legs together, tugging the towel down to cover me. Which of course caused it to slip down my chest, making Sarah laugh all the harder. We finally got to the prof's office, and found she was there and alone for the moment. Sarah explained that we were going to give this a try, with me having the option to back out before spring break if it wasn't going well. She tapped her chin. "Well, looks like we have our work cut out for us. I did some checking on the internet. Be thankful you chose a school in a reasonable sized city instead of out in the boonies. It happens there is a store here in town that can custom fit Jeff with color matched breast forms and the vagina panty. Here is the address. According to their web site, it takes about 4 weeks from the time of measurement until the custom-made items arrive from the fabricator." Sarah took the slip of paper from her. "Ok, we'll visit them this afternoon. We don't have a lot of time to spare." This was making me nervous. "Um..." Sarah interrupted, "What do you think we should work on first? Clothes, speech, walking, mannerisms ..." Again I was left on the outside of the conversation as professor Hanford spoke to Sarah. "All of those. I can help with some of it. I can get her started with walking and using feminine gestures, which you two can practice together. There is a speech therapist here at the university that we can probably enlist to get her voice training started. Sarah, you will have to work with her in your apartment to get her used to the clothes, makeup, and feminine hygiene. You also need to develop a history for her, so you don't trip each other up when the inevitable questions come up." "Whoa. What's with all the feminine pronouns? I'm still a guy here." Sarah spoke up, "Hush, Marissa. This is all for your own good, so be a good girl and let us work out the details." "Marissa? I like that. And, by the way, since we will probably be working together quite a lot on your 'special project', maybe you should call me Jane when there aren't other students around." "Ok, Jane." Sarah smiled, "and thanks for doing this." I left for my class, and Sarah said she had to do some shopping, and would see me back that the apartment for lunch. I couldn't have told you afterward about anything that happened in class that morning. My mind was still in turmoil over what was happening to me. When I arrived back at our little apartment before lunch, Sarah hardly let me set my books down before she'd dragged me out the door. "Let's grab a quick salad at Garden Express. We have some errands to ru, and I don't want to take time fixing lunch here." By that time, we were already in the car and driving, and it didn't seem worth the effort to respond, so I just went along like a good little boy. Lunch was pretty light, but my gut was worked up enough that I mostly poked around in the salad, and didn't finish it completely. Sarah misinterpreted that one, though. "Good!" she said as we hurried out the door, "I'm glad to see you're taking this seriously. Losing a bit of weight will really help out the disguise." Oh, well. At least she wasn't snapping at me, so I just kept quiet and let her think what she wanted. She would have anyway, but I might have disrupted the peace if I'd let her know what I was really thinking. Sarah parked next to a shabby looking little shop in one of the older parts of town. The sign over the door read "Images", and when we got inside I could see that there were an unusual variety of feminine clothing, shoes, lingerie, wigs, jewelry and other things I could not readily identify in the subdued lighting. Sarah looked around the store for a few moments while I hung back. Before too long, a slightly plump middle-aged woman came through a curtain from what must have been the back room. "Hi, I'm Nancy. Can I help you?" I just looked toward Sarah, as I had no clue what she had in mind. Thankfully she stepped into the lead role. "Yes. We're majoring in Theater Arts at the university. My fianc? here has a part playing a girl in a play we are doing in a few weeks for one of our classes, and we want to do up his costume right. Our professor, Jane Hanford, said you could supply us with some of the things we need to make him look really good." Her smile was grandmotherly and knowing, "Yes, you've come to the right place. Do you have something in mind, or would you like me to describe what we can do for you?" She glanced over at me and I felt my face warming. "We need breast forms for him, the kind that glue on and are hard to distinguish from the real thing? Some of his costumes are pretty revealing so we'd like a pretty good match on skin color. Umm..." "That should be no problem. We'll measure and fit in a minute. What else were you thinking?" Sarah hesitated, "Well, Professor Hanford talked about a panty of some kind that can give him curves, and hide his, uh, his manhood." "We can do that too. A gaffe will tuck him away nice and secure, and a panty brief can add some curves to his hips and bottom. We have some over here if you'd like to look?" Sarah was even blushing by now. "Um, no... What we had in mind was something that could, uh, make him look more like a girl down there." "Ah, I see! You want to go the whole route. Nothing but the best for your cutie here. We do sell one item that we special order. It combines the functions of the gaffe and the panty brief, has a molded in vagina with a tuft of pubic hair, and is made of a similar silicon to the breast forms so it looks pretty realistic. But it's kind of pricey." "Yes, that's what I had in mind. How much?" When she quoted the price, I suddenly felt faint. I tried to catch Sarah's eye, shaking my head vigorously, but she ignored me. "You can match it to his skin and hair color, and shape it to give him a better figure?" "Uh, Sarah..." I began, but she silenced me with a glare. "Yes, we custom measure and can do an excellent job of matching the colors. Follow me into the back room and we can have some privacy to take his measurements." Moments later my full body blush was on display for Nancy and Sarah, and Nancy was wielding a tape measure and notepad, and becoming almost as familiar with my anatomy as Sarah is. As a matter of fact, I think she poked that measuring tape into places even Sarah has never explored. "Come over here, Sarah. I can show you some pictures while Jeff cools off a bit so we can match his skin color better. You can put your briefs back on now, Jeff." Comments like that weren't helping the red flush disappear. After a few minutes of quiet discussion across the room, Nancy returned with a book of what looked like paint chips, and turned on some brighter lights. She looked at me closely, then flipped through the book, and started comparing chips to the skin above my briefs. After a few minutes she nodded and noted the color number on her notepad. Then she moved that chip up to my chest, shifted a few chips over, and wrote down a different number. "Ok, we've got the measurements, now we need to decide how big he is going to be up top." Again I looked to Sarah. She grinned mischievously and winked at Nancy. "How do you think he would look with a pair of double-D's?" Nancy smiled. "I think that would be great! Hold on just a moment." She disappeared into the front of the store. "Sarah!" "Hush, Rissa! Let us girls take care of you!" "That's what I'm afraid of!" Nancy reappeared, carrying a couple of bras with her and handed them to Sarah. Here, put one of these on him." Then she went to a shelf and took down two boxes. Returning, she opened the boxes and I glimpsed two very lifelike, very large breasts. She popped one into each of the cups of the bra Sarah had installed on me, and I almost fell over frontward. "Stand up straight, Marissa!" Sarah said sternly. "What do you think, Nancy?" I broke in, "Well I think they're huge!" Nancy studied me. "Hmmm. Looks pretty good to me." She and Sarah exchanged glances, and then both burst out in laughter. She pulled the forms back out and put them back in the boxes. "Sarah, switch to the other bra." She returned the boxes to the shelf and returned with two different ones. "These are B-cup. I think they would look pretty good on her." Sarah and Nancy stood back and looked me over. At least I could keep my balance with these. B-cup? They still seemed huge, sitting there on my chest. I looked toward Sarah. It was hard to tell from this angle, but I guess they were a little smaller than the ones I loved on her. Sarah broke the silence. "I agree. Those will do nicely." "Ok," Nancy said, "She will need a 36B bra, so you can pick out some for her before the custom forms and panty show up. What else do you need?" She pulled the smaller forms from my bra to return them to the boxes and placed them back on the shelf. "Do you have any inexpensive pads we can use till the real breast forms come?" "Sure. Here." She pulled two foam pads from a drawer and Sarah stuffed them into my deflated bra. "Ok, those will do for now." I got dressed while the ladies went out to the front room. By the time I got out there with the bra and pads, Sarah had already paid, so I never saw the total. I was pretty sure I didn't want to. On the way home we stopped at Wal-Mart and Sarah proceeded to pick out a few simple white bras and a package of plain cotton panties. Then she wandered through the section looking at the frillier things, eventually adding a couple of bra and panty sets that I would love to see her in. Maybe I would get to see that when this was all over. But for now I was resigned to wearing them. Thankfully Sarah drove back to the apartment then. I had had about all I could take for one day. Once inside, I asked Sarah if she could start dinner while I got started on homework for tomorrow. "We'll get to that. First, though, you need to try on what we just bought, to make sure we have the right sizes." "Now?" "Yes, now!" "Sarah!" She glared at me, so I gave her a mischievous grin. "Ok, I'll make a deal with you. I'll try them on if you model the fancy ones for me first." She pulled me into the bedroom and stripped. First she slipped on the deep green satin bra and panty set. Even using the tightest hooks, it was a little loose, but her C- sized boobs almost overflowed the smaller bra cups. The contrast of the color to her skin tone, and the sheen of the satin, not to mention the fantastic cleavage were getting me pretty worked up. She twirled for me, and struck a few poses. "That do?" she asked. "Yeah, that will do just fine!" I reached for her, but she danced away. "Tut, tut. No time for that just now!" She switched to the pink lace set. The size problem was the same. This bra had lace cups that did little to hide Sarah's nipples. She strutted up to me, and I brushed my fingers lightly over her lace enclosed mounds. "Mmmm. That's nice!" she whispered, then stepped back. "Your turn," she said brightly. I grumbled and started pulling off clothes while she opened one of the plain bras and the package of panties. I pulled on the panties and struggled with the bra. "You'll need to practice this" she said as she fastened the hooks for me. "Every girl can do up her bra by herself!" She slipped the foam pads into the cups, and then slid her finger under the band of the bra. "Size seems OK." Then she stepped back and gestured me to the mirror. What I saw was a slender girl reflected back at me ? if you ignored the head. My face fell. "Sarah, I don't know about this." Sarah took my hands and led me to the bed, seating me beside her. I noticed a tear trickle down her cheek. "I guess this isn't going to work out, is it Jeff?" "It scares me, Sarah." "I won't make you do this, sweetheart. I love you." She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, then rose and walked toward the kitchen. At the bedroom door she stopped, and looked back at me. "Jeff, I don't want us to fight like we were. I'll talk to Debby tomorrow about spending the next few weeks with her." Then she disappeared. I looked after her, and thought about being without her. From the kitchen came sounds of Sarah starting dinner. I tried to see it from her point of view, and realized how selfish I had been. How focused on my needs, instead of hers, or ours. Then I thought about how I had behaved since promising her I would be her eighth girlfriend for spring break. And it seeped into my brain that again I had been selfish. I had worried only about me, and had dragged my feet every step of the way. It was time to make a decision, and stick with it, go with it full throttle. Was I going to chicken out of this masquerade, and let Sarah move out temporarily, or was I going to put us first and just get on with this? Funny how when you think about something the right way, the decision becomes so obvious. Sarah means the world to me. She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. That means doing what it takes to make that happen. And right now, the way to make that happen was to throw myself into being her best friend, as a man, but for now, especially as a woman. I looked down at myself in the simple white bra and panties. I guess now is the time to start. Standing up, I stripped out of the plain lingerie. Sarah still wore the pink lacy bra set, so I took the green satin panty, still warm from her skin, with the faint scent of her, and pulled them up my legs. Then the satin bra, filled with the foam pads. Looking around I tried to think how to impress this on Sarah. My gaze paused on Sarah's vanity, and I quickly sat down to look over her makeup. I had watched her dozens of times, loving the way she started with her beautiful face and enhanced it before my eyes. Looking at my own face, I realized my eyebrows were too bushy, even after the few hairs Sarah had plucked yesterday. I took her tweezers and removed some more along the bottom edge, thinning the arch of my brow. That left it closer to the feminine ideal, but was not so obvious I couldn't get by as Jeff for the next few weeks. Remembering the steps as she had made me up yesterday, I started doing my best to imitate her work with the pencils, potions, brushes and powders. I had to start over several times before I got something I felt was acceptable. I decided it was good enough for tonight. I started brushing my hair, stroking it till it shone a lustrous ebony, trying different arrangements, looking for a feminine style. I settled for a bob that hung smoothly just above my shoulders, curling in slightly at the bottom. It looked right with the slight Asian cast of my features. Pulling some of the hair down over my forehead, I used Sarah's scissors to trim the bangs above my eyebrows. When I was satisfied, I brushed it back into my normal style, and was happy to see that the trimming was not too noticeable, then returned it to the girly look. Thinking for a minute, I then went to her drawers in the dresser, and poked around for a few minutes till I found her sheer white baby doll. I slipped it on, and then walked to the closet. I found Sarah's high-heeled slippers, and squeezed my feet into them, realizing I would have to buy slightly larger footwear for myself. Trying to negotiate the tall heels, I staggered to the full length mirror, and saw an attractive, sexy girl with her deep green lingerie peeking through the near transparent outer garment. Standing in front of the mirror, I thought about what I was doing. Did I want this? Not really. Was I going to do this? Definitely! This was what I needed to do for Sarah right now. End of discussion. I spent a few minutes walking around the room, trying to get comfortable walking in heels. Concentrating on how Sarah walked in them, I adjusted my gait until I felt I had a pale imitation of the flowing movement I so admired in her. I took a deep breath, and made my way to the kitchen. Pausing at the door, as yet unseen by Sarah, I watched this beautiful woman move about the kitchen in just the sheer lacy pink bra and panties, and felt a twinge in my crotch. God, she was beautiful. I stepped into the kitchen and Sarah turned at the sound of the heels on the hard flooring. She froze with a startled expression, staring at me. "What!" I breathed in the imitation girl's voice I had practiced for last years play. Sarah still made no move. "Did I mess it up that badly?" I pouted. Sarah finally shook herself, and started breathing again. "No! I'm just... You look great! You just surprised me." I gathered my courage. "Sarah, I want to apologize for my behavior these past few weeks, and for the way I behaved this past day, too. I promised I would play this part, and have done nothing to be helpful since. I've thought about this. I don't want to lose you, not even for the few weeks till spring break. From right now, I will be Marissa, when I don't have to be Jeff for school. I will learn and I will make you proud of me as your girlfriend." A smile slowly formed on her face, and another tear trickled down her cheek. She whispered, "Thank-you!" She moved to me, and pulled me into a fierce hug, then kissed me fervently. She started pushing me back toward the bedroom. "Can you be at least part Jeff for a little bit?" as her hands moved over my body, and my breath started to labor. Dinner was forgotten that night, but I suppose it was a good thing for my waistline. Of course, what kept me occupied that night was not exactly learning to be a girl! Thurs Jan 20 The next day, Jane Hanford introduced me to Karen Watts, the speech therapist she knew, and my voice lessons started on the spot. That same day I spent a couple of hours with Jane learning to walk like a girl. Sarah took me shopping for a few things, including a comfortable pair of tan women's flats, white heeled sandals, and some moderate heels in black. She also bought a pair of low-rider women's jeans a size larger than hers, though she had hopes my diet would make hers fit well enough in a few weeks. At home, Sarah handed me a bottle of depilatory, with instructions to use it all over my body except for my pubic hair and on my face and head. Twenty minutes later I watched my sparse hair swirling down the shower drain. Following her instructions, I washed my hair with her flowery shampoo and used her cream rinse. Then I shaved carefully, even though I really couldn't find anything to shave, given my slow growing, sparse facial hair. Remembering Sarah's teasing, I wrapped a towel around my chest and tried to use one like a turban around my hair, but had little success with that. Sarah giggled when she saw my failed attempt, then showed me how to do it right. She patted my body dry and applied a sweet smelling powder, then sat me at the vanity and had me do the makeup myself, giving me pointers and making me redo it when I didn't meet her standards. The final result was worth it, though. It looked much better than my feeble attempt the night before. I dressed in the jeans, the flats, and a peasant blouse the left a hint there might be cleavage where I really had none. Sarah brushed my hair back into the bob I had adopted the night before, and snipped a few more hairs, then sat back to look me over. With a decisive nod, she pulled me to the mirror. The girl staring back was beyond attractive. There was no way this slender girl was me! We went to the mall, and I couldn't help but be nervous. Sarah talked to me, encouraging, comforting, cajoling, and I talked back, practicing my voice lessons, working out my tension. First came dinner, such as it was, at the salad restaurant in the food court. Then on to the cosmetics department at a large chain store. The girl at the counter, no older than I, studied my skin tone and face, and then settled in to showing me the correct colors and techniques that suited me best. When we left there, we carried a sizeable chunk of change in the form of cosmetics in our shopping bags. Next was a little shop where Sarah had my ears pierced, thankfully only once, and I left with stinging ear lobes, understated little gold studs, instructions on care for the piercings, and a half dozen sets of earrings. "We are close enough to the same size that when you drop a little weight we can share a lot of clothes, but you need some of your own. You need a style that is unique to you. It would look odd if you were a carbon copy of me," Sarah mused. We window shopped through the mall, occasionally entering a store to look closer. Sarah had me try on several things, but we bought only a few, not really knowing what style suited my looks or my self image. All this time, people looked at me and treated me as if I was just another pretty girl, my confidence grew, and my nerves calmed. I even began to have fun, looking over the clothes, talking about styles and colors, our classes and the upcoming trip. In one window, there was a silk dress in an oriental style, with the subtle pattern of a dragon that wrapped around the body. I held Sarah from walking past as I gazed at the dress. When she saw what had stopped me, she smiled and pulled me into the store. We left that store a while later with the dress in my size in sapphire blue with shadings of lighter blue to highlight the dragon. We also had several tops in silk, also reminiscent of Asia, as well as a pant suit that followed the motif. At least for the moment, I had found a clothing style to set me apart from Sarah. The next weeks seemed to fly by. Classes seemed unreal, and became more so, as that was the only time I spent as Jeff. From the time I got home till the next day when I left for class I dressed as Marissa, and practiced the feminine speech, gestures, movements, makeup and dress that Sarah, Jane, and Karen were drilling into me. I submerged myself into the role, until it seemed it was harder to act the part of Jeff than to be Marissa. Sarah kept me in heels most of the time until it became natural walking in them. It got to the point that wearing flats seemed strange and vaguely uncomfortable. Several times I almost embarrassed myself when in guy clothes by catching myself doing girl things. We went everywhere together, just a couple of pretty girls doing what girls do. Except, of course, in the privacy of our bedroom, when I did decidedly ungirly things with Sarah. We watched what we ate, concentrating on healthy, low fat foods, and we attended an aerobics class the college provided. Sarah had trimmed down a few pounds, and I had lost about eight, tightening my waist by a couple inches by the time Nancy finally called from Images, to let us know our special order had arrived. We went to the store Friday afternoon, after classes, figuring I would be able to wear my new appliances all weekend, to try to get used to them. Getting into the silicon panty was a struggle, but when I got it on and Nancy showed us how to glue it in place and mask the edges with makeup, Sarah giggled and clapped her hands excitedly. Looking in the mirror, I saw, from the waist down, a shapely nude girl, and blushed brightly. I quickly pulled my panties on. Hmmm. My panties. Never thought I'd be thinking that! Next, Nancy showed us how to attach and blend the breast forms. I was surprised at the weight pulling down on my chest, after using the foam pads for a month. I shook my shoulders and watched the very realistic movement of the masses that now seemed part of my body. When I looked in the mirror now, I saw a shapely girl wearing only panties. I modestly crossed my hands over my bare breasts and Nancy grinned knowingly. I was amazed at the difference in fit of my clothes now. Things hugged my new curves and showed the world what an attractive figure I now sported. For a while, the added weight on my chest, and to a lesser degree on my hips and fanny, threw off my balance, and affected the way I moved. It didn't take long to make the adjustments, though. My confidence increased, now that I possessed the classic female curves, and Sarah noticed, commenting on it. It took a little while to get used to peeing with the silicon enhancement in place. The feel was so different than I was used to. And, of course, I now had no choice but to sit, which did funny things to my mind, even though Sarah had made me sit on the toilet ever since this had started. I found one disadvantage to the panty prosthesis that night, however. There was no way to do boy things to Sarah while it was glued in place. That didn't stop Sarah, though. She explored my new curves and crevices lovingly, and with that exploration found the spots that were close enough to my manhood to arouse wonderful feelings, even though there was no room to get stiff. It was disappointing that there was no sensation from the breast forms, though, because Sarah had fun playing with those as well as my new, imitation lower plumbing. While Sarah worked away at my unfamiliar territory, I explored her familiar terrain, and eventually, after her third climax, she found the formula to set me off as well. We cleaned up from my explosion, and then cuddled together like a couple of satisfied lesbian lovers, falling asleep in each others arms. Male-female coupling became pretty scarce for a while, as I got used to the appliance, until it became an easy routine to remove and reapply it. Then our love became a mixture, giving us the best of both worlds. Finally, three weeks before spring break, Jennifer called Sarah. By this time, I was pretty into my Marissa persona, and when I heard who Sarah was talking to, I felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach. I needn't have worried, though, as I later found out that Jenn had made an unexpected trip to Europe, and had been injured in a skiing accident in the Alps. She was OK, but had finally resigned herself to the fact she would not be back in time to go with the other girls. Sarah had hinted to her buddies about taking a girlfriend in Jenn's place if Jenn could not come, and after hearing from her absent friend, passed the word on to the other six, convincing them to let her college friend Marissa come along to fill the vacancy. So, I was in, and suddenly nervous in a way I had not been for weeks. It had become too real, and I was going to have to live with Sarah and six other girls in very close quarters for a full, wild week. Sarah had suggested a background for Rissa, and we practiced it and honed the details as I worked to master my feminine behavior. To cover any slips, I was the only girl child of a widower with four sons, so had been raised without female influence since I was a little kid. Sarah had befriended me at school, and had taught me most of what I knew about being a girl. That part, at least, was so true! That should cover any blunders into masculine behavior that I might suffer, as it could be explained as a throwback to my days at home. In addition, in spite of spending my childhood surrounded by father and brothers, I was very shy around other boys, explaining my reticence about getting too close to any during the party week. We picked a little town in Oregon as my fictional home, far from any of the colleges Sarah's friends attended. We chose that place because I had spent one summer there with my real family, so I knew at least a little about the area. Sarah had continued to fill in my wardrobe with the things that were inconvenient to share, even though most of her clothes fit me as well as they did her now. I had my own lingerie, some of it quite sexy, and I had some clothing to establish my independent style. There were a couple of one piece swim suits that while they covered me well, hugged my curves so closely I might as well have been naked. Sarah also brow beat me into getting a couple of bikinis, even though I couldn't imagine me wearing them. She had to force me to wear them to the college indoor pool so I could at least be used to them, just in case. Let me tell you, that was an experience! I had never been so uncovered in front of so many people in my life. But I survived, and privately I thought I looked pretty damn good in them, too. For the last couple of weeks, Sarah got me out into public as much as she could. While it made me really nervous, she even set up a couple of dinner dates with some guys she knew. They knew she was engaged, and that she was off limits, so there was no problem there. That didn't stop them from scoping me out, though, and I had to fend off a little more male attention than I was really comfortable with. It did a lot for my confidence, though. It made me realize I could pass as a girl in pretty close quarters. About a week before the break, Sarah sat me down to have a serious talk. "Rissa, we need to understand some things before we go, and there are a few things left for you to practice." I hadn't a clue what she was talking about. "Rissa... no Jeff, I love you. And I am going to marry you when we graduate. But for this week, with my friends, we are a couple of girls out to have fun." I felt a knot starting to form in my gut. "That will mean being around boys, partying, swimming, drinking. There will undoubtedly be times when it is appropriate to get a little friendly with a guy. This is not love, I don't plan on having sex with anyone but you, but I do expect I will kiss a guy or two, and maybe do some making out during this week. That is part of the fun of spring break with a group of girlfriends. Are you going to be able to handle that?" There was a really sick feeling in my tummy by now. "I don't know, Sarah." I looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. "This is what had me so upset when you started making these plans. This is what I was afraid of." "Jeff, look at me." She forced my chin up and looked deep in my eyes. "Never doubt that I love you. I will marry you, and you are the only guy I want to spend my life with. Can you believe that?" I nodded uncertainly. "Really?" I tried to look down, but she wouldn't let me. She kissed me lovingly, our lipstick coated lips meeting, and caressing, tongues probing, and I finally sighed and nodded. "Good. Because it is the absolute truth. Nothing is going to happen this week to change that. Understand?" I nodded again, and kissed her with more than a bit of desperation. She hugged me tightly and said "OK!" After she held me a minute, she went on. "There's more, Rissa." I noticed the switch in names, and felt dread again. "For this week, you are my girlfriend any time we are not alone together, and for safety, most of the time even when we are alone. But what that means is that, as part of your role, you will be with guys too. And there may be times when they expect a hug, and maybe even a kiss. You are a pretty girl, and you will attract a lot of attention. Girls always have the right to say no when attention goes too far, but too far is in most cases well past a kiss. Do you understand what I am saying?" I had started shaking my head slowly while she spoke, but she gripped me tightly. "Jeff! Stop! Remember your role last year? In that role you had to kiss your 'boyfriend' a couple of times. You did it, didn't you?" I nodded hesitantly. "Well, this is no different. You are playing a role, and the script may call for a kiss or two, and maybe a cuddle. You did it last year, you can do it now! Right?" I looked pleadingly at her. "Right?" I slowly nodded. I might have to kiss a guy? What would that do to my male image? What would that do, at least on a subconscious level, to Sarah's perception of me? My heart was pounding and my mind was in a whirl. Sarah saw the beginnings of panic and shook me. "It's just a role, Jeff! Just a role." I sighed, and nodded my acceptance. Sarah set up a double date for us to see a movie with another couple of guys she knew. It was Tuesday night, just a few days before we were to leave. Bill and Dave were tall and ruggedly handsome, something I could never lay claim to as Jeff, and I felt immediately intimidated. They were polite, and solicitous, opening doors, getting refreshments, escorting us by the arm as we walked, and their chivalry disarmed me, so that I started to relax. In the movie, Bill put his arm around my shoulders, but did not hold me tightly, so I let it go. Partway through the show, he pulled me lightly