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This story was originally posted on another web site as a six-part series. Part One (already posted here) has just been voted that site's 2004 Reader's Choice Award for Outstanding Transsexual/Crossdresser fiction. As you might expect, I'm proud of that. Through a stupid oversight on my part, I never followed up on this site with Parts Two through Six. They are included here, in their entirety. For those of you who posted those wonderful reviews of Part One, Mea Culpa. - Cherysse Whatever Your Heart Desires, Part 2 By Cherysse St. Claire (c) I would love to say I had The Grand Plan: How To Transform Your Husband Into A Ravishing Fem-Toy, A To Z. The fact was, I didn't have a clue. It wasn't a topic normally covered by the Multiple Listing Service. I really didn't think the community library was going to be much help, either. I couldn't even find a copy of Feminization For Dummies in any of the local bookstores - not that I expected to. I did have the following assets: 1) a husband I flat-out adored who, apparently, had harbored intense feminine inclinations for a long time; 2) a newly- discovered penchant of my own to explore said inclinations for our mutual pleasure (oh yeah, was it ever!); 3) the financial wherewithal to do so; 4) friends I could trust; 5) the Internet; 6) instinct; 7) Danny's surreal natural beauty and physiology ideally suited for feminization. Asset Numbers One and Two were givens. I would incorporate Numbers Three and Four as needed. Number Five was a Godsend; the best 'library' and public forum I could ever want. In the days following our initial 'revelation', I became a Web Junkie (away from Danny's presence, of course; I needed the privacy), beginning with the sites Danny had bookmarked and expanding my knowledge base from there. In the course of my cyber-surfing, I met and curried the friendship of a number of knowledgeable, experienced people - male, female, and in-between - who knew a lot more about the subject than I did. Through them, I outlined a general strategy to make 'Danielle' a fem-toy we could both enjoy. That she would be a fem-toy was a given as well. Why would I want to create another serious, level-headed, success-driven career woman like myself? How boring was that? We didn't really need Danny's income, although I would never dream of denying him the opportunity to do something he found fulfilling. What I wanted was a sexy, saucy playmate to help me enjoy my free time, someone who would be fun for both of us. If, later on, I also convinced him being a fem-toy was more rewarding than writing the occasional magazine article or essay, there was nothing wrong with that, was there? At the moment, that was not a pressing issue. I did not yet know how often we would want to enjoy 'Danielle'. A couple times a month? Evenings and weekends? Full-time? I would trust my instincts to say "enough". Of course, all plans are subject to change... Some of it would be easy. Danny and I had had a mutual taste for kink from the beginning of our relationship. We enjoyed new porn releases together, frequently attended "Gentleman's Clubs" together, and had even made occasional forays to BDSM clubs. As a result, we had identified some well-defined common traits we liked in 'bad girls'. For the most part, they represented the complete antithesis of our conservative, white-collar working lives. I relished the thought of incorporating some of those traits into my new 'girlfriend'. Even that might prove to be easy. First, Danny had the 'right stuff' (Asset Number Seven). If he was too small, slender, and pretty to fit the image of a "man's man", he was perfect for Womanhood. Our visits to the bondage clubs had revealed Danny had a nascent submissive streak. I had occasionally played with it in the past, though not in a serious way. That was about to change. I was convinced that, with a little effort, I could transform him into a ravishing sexpot - to our mutual delight. I realized I was talking as though I had already committed him to permanent feminization and sissification. Could we just continue to play 'dress-up' and let it go at that? Yes, but I knew my husband and myself well enough to know we would quickly tire of the contrived, make-believe atmosphere. We both adored fantasy fulfillment but craved it in a real, physical sense. Neither of us would be satisfied until this fantasy 'girl' could be manifested in the flesh in a truly believable way. I would have to tread a very fine line. This was something Danny wanted; every instinct I had screamed it. I was in a position to give it to him, a realization that made my heart soar. I wanted it just as much for me, although I never would have believed it until that night. My instincts also cautioned me my beloved would feel he had to resist a real transformation out of fear of people's reaction to it, if not his own. His insecurities were baseless. I knew in my heart he would make a breathtaking woman, but Danny would not believe that until I proved it to him. I had read FemDom stories on the Internet and despised the women's arrogance and total disregard for the feelings of their spouse/lover/boyfriend. This was the man - person - I loved. The thought of adopting those abhorrent tactics to overcome Danny's resistance made me ill, yet I might have to do exactly that to achieve what his heart, and mine, desired. I would not take pleasure in it, but I would not back down, either. While Danny/Danielle - if, in fact, the two co-existed - would continue to share our marital bed with me, it was a must that 'she' have her own space, separate and distinct from ours. This was a matter of practicality and convenience, if no other. Two women, dressing and preparing for their day or night out, required their own space, to an extent a man and a woman did not. In a romantic context, that was especially true if they were dressing for each other, a scenario I had wholly embraced. I redecorated one of our guest bedrooms for that purpose. In addition to her queen-sized bed (no pun intended), dressers, vanity, and jewelry armoire, she would have a roomy walk-in closet and her own bathroom. I chose the d?cor and furnishings, opting for a soft pastel lilac with white accents. I enjoyed making that 'lifestyle choice' for her and looked forward to making more in the future. Let the games begin! The single exception I made to the 'separate space' edict was underwear or, to be exact, lingerie. I learned from my Domme friends on the Internet nothing is more effective in keeping a sissy-in-training's mind on her new status than keeping her in the frilliest, femmiest lingerie at all times. That was the appropriate place to start his transformation, they all agreed, and it seemed like a scrumptious idea. To insure compliance at first, the sissy's intimate grooming had to be scrupulously monitored and enforced by her mistress, meaning me. This would be a new experience for both of us, but I was determined to be equal to the task. I adored taking Danny lingerie shopping. We patronized several different stores, including Victoria's Secret and Frederick's. I allowed him input on colors and styles, but not the decision he would be wearing feminine underthings from that point on, regardless of his outerwear. This was our first test of trust - and wills. I expected heel-dragging, whining, even an argument. Although I really loathed the idea, I was fully prepared to do whatever necessary in order to get my way, even if it meant publicly humiliating him and/or privately spanking him, as my FemDom cohorts had urged. Bless his heart, after some initial embarrassment, he assented readily. He spent around three hours in various fitting rooms, trying on the articles that the sales associates and I brought him from the racks. In each store, I confided to the associates that I was panty- training my 'girlfriend'. Several replied it wasn't their first experience with a 'sissy'. Each observed 'Danielle' was spectacular raw material to work with. We left with a fabulous wardrobe of bras, panties, garter belts, camisoles, slips, and negligees - and an obligation that 'Danielle' return to shop with them again soon. Danny had been a bit taken aback that his bras were all a DD-cup, pointing out he did not exactly have the assets to fill them. I admonished him not to worry; that I would see to it the capacity did not go to waste. Another of my edicts - and a personal preference of mine - was, in addition to her lingerie, Danielle's legs be properly clad in stockings, not pantyhose. I just feel stockings are sexier and more feminine. Danny had always expressed the same preference. It was a natural that Danielle be required to wear them, and she was just as enthusiastic about it as I. We did go a bit overboard on hosiery, acquiring some three-dozen pair in assorted styles and colors. It seemed almost an afterthought to get Danny's ears pierced before we left the mall. We started with two in each ear, with starter studs in each. I would expand her collection of earrings after the piercings healed - and probably the number of piercings as well. Heel training would be an essential element of Danielle's 'education'. With her long, slim, sexy legs, stilettos would be as natural as the stockings that would hug her flesh. We went to some specialty stores on the Boulevard for those. I began with a half-dozen pair, just to get her used to walking in heels. OK, I kinda threw her into the deep end right away. Two pair of pumps had flat soles and five-inch heels. Two pair of ankle-strap sandals had platform soles and six-inch heels. The remaining two pair were a fetishist's delight; flat soles and rapier- like six-inch stiletto spikes. Danny and I both liked the look, so 'Danielle' was outvoted - as if she would really have a problem with it. It wasn't like she would have to learn to walk in them all by herself; I would be right there to teach her the delicate, confident heel-toe strut, undulating her hips in that provocative way men adore. Of course, I required her to try the shoes on in the store to make sure they fit properly. After our experience in the lingerie shops, the aura of authority was easier for me to adopt. It took a bit of coaxing, but I got Danny to walk around a bit to get used to them. I'm certain it caused him some embarrassment, but that was only a temporary thing. I was equally certain the next time he went out in heels, no one would have reason to think unkindly of him. That left one final stop for our first afternoon outing. With all of Danielle's feminine finery, the idea of body hair was repugnant. I had already had mine removed via ultra-light treatments and had made the first of several appointments for Danny. I could have settled for shaving, waxing, or using a depilatory cream, particularly at this early stage of his transformation. After all, the ultra-light method of hair removal was permanent. That was exactly the point. This was another test, to see how committed Danny was to the idea of 'Danielle' - and acceding to my wishes. I presented it to him in a loving, caring way. It was his choice, I intoned. If he wasn't comfortable with this so soon, he was free to shave his body twice a week and his face twice a day to keep his skin smooth and stubble-free - and endure the nicks, cuts, and razor burn that were part of the process. Either way, I would require 'Danielle' to be hairless but for her scalp and eyebrows or there would be no 'Danielle' at all. I knew what I wanted when it came to my girlfriend's appearance. I was going to play hardball and made certain Danny knew it. Once again, he readily acquiesced to my directive. We left the clinic with Danny appearing to be slightly sunburned - and hairless from his cheeks to his toes. I couldn't wait to get home to begin putting it all together. Of course, all the lingerie and stockings first had to be folded and put in drawers - after I made Danny take all of his male underwear to the trash. The new shoes were stacked in a shoetree in the closet. The negligees were hung on hangers. After a shower, I treated Danny to a full-body massage with aloe to lessen the sting from his hair-removal session. Then it was time to dress 'Danielle' for our evening's pleasure. There were two additional surprises for my lover as I prepared her for the night ahead. I produced a pair of superbly-lifelike silicone breast forms placed each one in turn against her chest in its proper position, then marked it. Using a medical-grade adhesive, I attached each breast in its place. The tone of the breast forms would be a perfect match to her skin - once the 'sunburn' faded. The feathered edges blended perfectly with her skin. With a little makeup, there would be no trace of a seam. But for their size (completely filling her DD-cup bras) and firm, thrusting 'done' appearance, everyone would believe the breasts were Danielle's own flesh. The second surprise was a black calfskin lace-up corset. It was one of six such specially-ordered garments, with more to come. Along with panty- and heel-training, Danielle would also undergo figure-training to achieve that perfect hourglass torso that women covet and men drool over. The laces would not be tightened to the extreme this first time. Her waist would be reduced about two inches, just to get her used to the feeling of constriction. The corset's demi-cups cradled and lifted her DD 'breasts', offering them up for all to see and appreciate. After tightening the laces and tying them off, I instructed Danielle to roll up a pair of suntan stockings, roll them up her legs one at a time, then clip the tops to the garters attached to her corset. Once that task was completed, I assisted her in buckling on her new black calfskin ankle-strap sandals with platform soles and six-inch stiletto heels. At my direction, she slipped a full-length nylon and lace negligee over her head, allowing it to settle alluringly around her newly-feminized curves. After painting her lips a deep crimson and a few spritzes of Obsession, she was ready for me. In honor of her first true "debut", we enjoyed a light supper and champagne in bed. It turned into a genuine seduction scene, as we took turns slipping bite-sized nuggets of smoked salmon or brie on crackers, a grape, or an occasional strawberry into each other's mouths. We were very touchy-feely, too, filling our fingertips with each other's flesh when we weren't offering up tidbits of food. The touching gave way to kissing and soft, sensual fondling. I had done FMF threesomes, but never an overtly girl-girl experience. Despite her origins, I was getting into my 'date' with Danielle as exactly that - I mean, really getting into it. We spent a long, leisurely hour pleasuring each other orally and tactilely. I came four times - three at the behest of her fabulous lips and tongue, the fourth from manual stimulation of my clit and pussy. She came in my mouth, flooding my insides with her thick, creamy cum. For all that, the night was young and so were we. Once I had laved her to full erection again, I lay her on her back, climbed atop her, then rode her to the first of several more orgasms for me. God, I was so hot for her! I teased her unmercifully, squeezing off the base of her fuckshaft as she approached orgasm, not allowing her to cum - even as I thrashed in the throes of ecstasy. I had one final, extra-special surprise for her that night, and wanted her so hot for her release, she would beg me for it. By the time of my fourth orgasm atop her - my eighth so far that night - Danielle did exactly that. With a smile, I climbed off her and prepared myself. She gaped in astonishment at my strap-on. Danny and I had included dildos and vibrators in our sex play before, but they were always in me. If I had thought to try them on my husband before, I might have been able to enjoy 'Danielle' much sooner. I was about to make up for lost time and opportunity. I had my lover pay oral homage to my cock a good twenty minutes, getting her used to the idea of having a cock in her mouth like a good little slut. Then, at last, it was time for the Main Event. I lubed her tight little puckerhole with one finger and a generous amount of K-Y. After reaming her really good with one finger, I slipped in a second, and later a third. My baby was getting nicely stretched out from my insistent attention. I lubed my cock generously, then slipped a pillow under her to raise her sex to the optimum position. I lifted her legs over my shoulders, placed the helmet of my lifelike cock at her entrance, then slowly, gently entered her virgin pussy. Unknown to her, the mirror image of the 'double-ender' was nestled deeply in my own pussy. Oh, how I adored the look of shocked surprise in her eyes! Her lips formed a perfect "O" as she exhaled forcefully. I stopped a moment to allow her to get used to this much invasion, wiggled it back and forth just a bit, then pushed a little more into her. I kept up this technique until I was buried in her snatch up to the hilt. By that time, the pain that had been so readily apparent on her face had begun to diminish. I began to fuck her with long, slow, languid strokes, pulling back almost to the point of pulling out completely, then thrusting all the way back in. My ears reverberated with the sound of her moans. My own rising level of excitement kept pace with hers. When I felt she could handle it, I began to fuck her faster, harder. At the same time, I was lightly stroking her engorged 'clit'. Her hips were bucking, thrusting towards me to impale herself even deeper on my fuck pole. We came together, screaming our lust for each other. Her clitty, pointed at her face, was erupting thick, creamy globs onto her lips and into her mouth. I made certain she swallowed it, wiping up the near-misses with my index finger, then fucking her mouth with it, having her suck my finger clean. We had reduced each other to limp, spent rag dolls. To my way of thinking, any lingering doubts about the erotic appeal of our revised 'relationship' had been blown completely away. I worded my question to her along those lines. "What will it be, Sweetheart?", I gasped. "Do we proceed from here, stay where we are, or return to the way we were?" "Can you be happy with us the way we were," she replied weakly, struggling to catch her breath, "after what we just shared?" I smiled what I hoped was a serene smile. "My Love, I am happy with you, period," I purred. "As to whether or not I can be content with our former love life after what we just experienced..." I tried to keep my face neutral while I searched for the right combination of words to finish that sentence. Danny was nobody's fool in any incarnation. He - she - was very adept at reading between the lines. "That is what I thought," my sweet Danielle surmised. "There really is nothing left to decide, is there? We have already made our choice." She turned her head a little, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "I just... hope... we made the right one," she finished. I kissed her then, with compassion. "I know," I responded. "It's a big step into the Unknown for both of us, but especially for you. It's got to be really scary, too. Tell me this; do you still love me?" She nodded, stifling a sob. "With all my heart." "Do you trust me?", I countered. She nodded again, perhaps with a bit less certainty. "I have to, don't I? I mean, without that, we really don't have anything." "What are you afraid of?", I questioned. A big, fat tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another on the other side. "I am afraid," she began, "of making the wrong choice. We have been together nearly five years and I have cherished every day. If we do this, we won't be the same as we were. I won't be the same. What happens if you change your mind about us? I would rather die than lose you over some damn silly fantasy." I softly caressed her cheek with the palm of my left hand. I held the hand up, flashing my wedding band. "Do you see that? "Yes," Danni sniffed. I slipped my right hand under her left, displaying her ring. "See that?" She nodded. I placed my left hand over hers, interlocking our fingers. "That means forever," I replied. "I meant it then; I mean it now. I love you with all of my heart and I would rather die than abuse your trust. You have to admit; this has been the best sex we have had, ever. With all of that going for us, how can it be wrong? The fact that you are getting so emotional over this - just like a woman - says to me we are making exactly the right choice. That doesn't seem so 'silly' to me. "Danielle, as good as the last five years have been - and they have been very good - this past few days, this night, and what we just experienced were pure magic. I felt it. I know you did, too. Many people live out their entire lives without ever experiencing what we just did. I would not have experienced it, were you not in my life and the person you are. For us, the magic is just beginning. I promise you; if this doesn't work out, we will find our way back to a place where we can both be comfortable. Our love for one another will still be there, regardless. Please, give the magic a chance - for you, for me, for us." I believed, and meant, every word I had just spoken. Still, it was a sales pitch. At that moment, I was the kid in the candy store. I had discovered another 'guilty pleasure'; I enjoyed being in control, the dominant partner in our relationship. I still wanted her to have this transformation for her sake as much as my own, but the idea of being the one to choose it, to make it happen, gave me chills. As scary as the thought of actually transforming Danny was, the admission of having these new feelings was scarier still. When I wanted something, I didn't take "no" for an answer. Sometimes, I played dirty. "Sweetie, just think of how far we have come already." That wasn't a lie but it was an exaggeration. Other than the permanent hair removal, everything we had already done was either disposable or reversible. Wording it the way I did lent the perception Danielle had already traveled far down the road towards Womanhood when, in fact, she had barely taken her first few halting steps. It's an old Closer's trick, kind of like a Magician's slight-of-hand. Still, it is often effective. I recognized the look in her eyes. It was that same look Danny had had the night he proposed to me. She was standing on the edge of the cliff, contemplating the long, long drop. Funny; I was already thinking of her as 'her', before she had committed to anything. That is an old Closer's trick, too: visualize the sale as a done deal. If you believe it, they will, too. Then, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. I think it was the tears that convinced me. They made her seem so vulnerable, so... feminine. Danny's latent submissive streak had met Danielle's newfound girlish perception of herself. The results were very appealing. In the beginning, I had had to feign my confidence. Now, it was real. I said nothing. I merely took her slender, long- fingered hands in mine, smiled serenely, and willed her to submit to me. She did not say a word. When it came, her nod was almost imperceptible. Had I not been focused intently on her, I might have missed it. I would not have missed the visible release of tension in her body and eyes. She had made her Leap of Faith, stepping off the cliff and trusting me to catch her, break her fall. I was now free to make the magic happen for both of us. And I thought I had felt empowered before... "It's all right, Baby," I murmured. "I have you now." *** In the afterglow of our lovemaking, Danielle and I had talked long into the night. I was flush with excitement at the prospect of this exciting new change in our lifestyle. Our lovemaking had become the most intensely gratifying of our entire relationship - for both of us, at last - and I could only foresee it getting better. Danni seemed more ambivalent. I was concerned about it, fearing she was already having second thoughts about committing herself to this radical change. I approached the subject obliquely, preferring not to agitate her further. "I know this sounds trite," I teased, "but it was good for you, too, wasn't it?" She smiled sheepishly and nodded. "The best I've ever had," she murmured. "You are a real stud." We both chuckled at that. "So, the evening hasn't been a complete bust?" I asked. My lover briefly glanced down at her overflowing chest. "I dunno," she teased. "Do you think it needs to be more 'complete' than this?" I poked her in the ribs good-naturedly. This was exactly the opening I was looking for. "Well," I began with a knowing smile, "I'm sure we could do something to improve on it. Actually, there are a few things I had in mind. If we are going to give this a fair chance, we will have to keep at it for a while. I mean, every day. You already said your schedule is pretty open right now, right?" Danni looked pensive for a moment, mulling something over in her mind. She slowly nodded her head. "Yessss," she replied, drawing out the response, "I have a few small projects and one big one already in the pipeline, but it's all work-at- home stuff to be posted by e-mail. I don't have any face-to-face meetings scheduled." I smiled radiantly. "Wonderful! I have a ton of vacation time accrued. I'll call the office in the morning. Let's see, this is Tuesday... well, Wednesday now. Why don't we spend the rest of the week and the weekend together? We'll have some fun, do girl stuff, and just enjoy each other's company. It will be like getting to know each other all over again. We've both been under too much stress lately. Let's live a little! What do you say - just us girls?" Danni pursed her lips and looked at me, then down at herself. I took her hands in mine. "Sweetie," I cooed, " It's okay. Whatever you may think is going on here, this is all a really, really big turn-on for me. You make a beautiful girl. With a little bit of work, you could be drop-dead gorgeous, just like you are always saying about me. If this all seems a little extreme..." I squeezed her prodigious boobies. "... it's because we both like girls like that - remember? I'm fulfilling your fantasy and mine, too. "How many times in the last five years have you told me you would give me 'whatever my heart desires,' then done exactly that? I have lost count. Until now, I have never been able to do that for you. I couldn't even make my own husband cum, dammit. It's been driving me up a fucking wall! Now, finally, I have found a way to do for you what you have so unselfishly done for me, a way that has kicked my libido into overdrive, driven me to distraction for a week, and has me obsessed with you just as much as the night I met you. I asked you before and I will ask you again. If you will just trust me, I will give you what your heart desires - in Technicolor, Dolby 5.1, and Sensurround." I kissed Danni frantically, passionately, to emphasize the point. When we came up for air, she finally smiled a little. "OK," she replied. "I would really like that." I hugged her tightly, feeling we had finally made a breakthrough. I just gazed at her lovingly. She really was beautiful, sitting there in her negligee. With that body, those exquisite emerald eyes, and her thick, shiny shoulder-length dark blonde hair, there was no way anyone would think she was a man. Until that moment, I hadn't had a clue why I was attracted so strongly to men with long hair. Most of my really memorable lovers had worn their flowing locks in a ponytail, as Danny did. Now, it all made sense. I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on my future husband across a crowded nightclub. My eyes tracked him like radar as he made his way across the room - with me in hot pursuit. I have never been shy about going after something I wanted. The rest, as they say, is history... After our marathon lovemaking session, then the emotionally-draining conversation, I couldn't keep my eyes open another minute. Tomorrow would be a busy day, I mused, and a particularly gratifying one. As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed I heard a voice murmur: "If it seems too good to be true..." *** We were out the door and in my 500SL at ten o'clock the next morning. I had dressed Danni myself with tender loving care. She wore the black leather corset, of course, with her waistline cinched alluringly. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it appeared we were already seeing results. I was certain I was lacing her down at least another inch without a hint of complaint from Danni. I had selected sheer black stockings with French heels to show off her shapely legs and black lace bikini panties to keep her tucked-in 'clitty' snuggled up tight in her crack, out of sight. The stockings disappeared inside black calfskin ankle-strap d'Orsay pumps with five-inch heels. Her slinky red silk camisole was deeply scooped in front, showing off lots of her deep cleavage. The thin material teasingly revealed the outline of her corset and the thrusting nipples of her braless breasts. The camisole was tucked into a tight little black lambskin microskirt that covered the tops of her stockings - until she walked, sat down, or bent over. Danni thought I had lost my mind. I knew I had; it was all I could do to get her out the door without raping her on the spot! I was amazed at how quickly Danni was adapting to those skyscraper heels. Her strut wasn't perfect yet, but she was really showing promise. I couldn't wait for some of the men downtown to feast their eyes on her. The only thing out of sync with her sexy image was above the collar. I hadn't applied makeup other than a little lip gloss and her long, thick hair had no shape to it. We would be correcting that situation in short order! I backed into an empty parking space in front of Eden at ten twenty- five. Danni turned to me and smiled bemusedly. "Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?", she challenged. I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I replied saucily. "I said we would do 'girl stuff'. What is more 'girlie' than this?" "I dunno. Do you really think I should..." "Oh, shut up," I interjected. "This is something I want and you can't tell me you don't. I've already made the appointment. Lexi is expecting us." Her eyes grew as big as saucers. "You told Lexi?" "Stop it!", I exclaimed. "She's fine with it. I have been wetting my panties all week in anticipation of this moment. I told you last night; you have nothing to be ashamed of." At that exact instant, two tall, well-built men in suits passed by on the sidewalk. They appeared as though they had just stepped from the pages of GQ. With the roof of the silver Mercedes retracted into the trunk, they couldn't help but get an eyeful of the stunning blonde driver and her equally attractive, provocatively dressed passenger. They both grinned. One whistled. I beamed at Danni. "See? What was I just saying? Even with no makeup and wind-blown hair, you are a hottie." "They were staring at you," Danni replied. I punched her in the arm. "Bimbo! They were staring at us," I retorted, "and saw exactly what they wanted to see. In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if they were staring down your top at those titties of yours. Really, you are such a shameless little tramp!" "I can't help it," Danni responded with a wink. "I was made that way!" "Yeah, Baby," I shot back. "And don't you ever forget it. It only gets better from here..." I winked at my companion as we walked through the door of the salon. "... or worse." *** Alexis Jordan had been my stylist, friend, and confidant since I had earned my realtor's license and 'moved uptown'. We shared the same head for business and the same tastes in men and sex. Lexi had invested the money she earned from her upscale clientele and, in a few years, purchased Eden outright from her former employer. We saw each other at least once a week - when I came in to be pampered - and lunched together or went out for drinks whenever our respective schedules permitted. We had been enjoying such a lunch the previous week - the day after my epiphany about Danny. As we grazed on our salads, I decided the time was right to invoke Asset Number Four - and casually dropped The Bomb. My raven-haired companion, in turn, dropped her fork and jaw simultaneously. "You are going to do what?", she replied incredulously. I grinned at her conspiratorially. "You heard right," I smirked. "Honest to God, I wish you could have been a fly on the wall in our bedroom last night. I thought he was gonna blow his load right through the top of my head when I told him I pictured him as a T-girl." "We're still talking about 'Mr. Magnificent', right?", Lexi responded. "The guy who really does go all night? He of the talented tongue? Custodian of the mighty eight-incher? Purveyor of unlimited female orgasms? He's a sissy?" "He definitely has latent tendencies," I agreed. "Remember I told you he has been a dry hump as long as we have been together? Not anymore! Once I knew which buttons to push, I couldn't turn the fountain off. The damndest thing is, I had no clue how much the whole idea would turn me on. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since." The esthetician just shook me head sadly. "It seems like such a waste. Look, if you're bored with him, just give him to me. I'll put him to work immediately! I can't believe you would trash a gem like that." I grinned cattily and shook my head. "I ain't trashing nuthin', Girlfriend! You know I have a Sweet Tooth. I won't do anything that would adversely affect my favorite candy cane..." I thought about that for a minute, envisioning a universe of alternate scenarios. "... at least, not yet. I would have to have a really compelling reason to willingly take away my own candy. I've been reading up on it. There are plenty of ways to make 'Danielle' Pet Of The Year material without screwing that up. Aren't you the one who told me some of those girls at Eve's Rib were three-legged centerfolds?" Lexi nodded in agreement at my reference to the local T-girl nightclub/show lounge. I was well aware the raven-haired beauty harbored 'alternative' tastes in lovers as well. I also knew she was no stranger to the cabaret - nor to the 'girls' who frequented it. She smiled at the memory of something, probably a previous fling with one of the 'starlets' of which we spoke. "Nice legs, too," she smirked. "All three of them. I also seem to recall urging you to try it some time, but this... I have to admit; Danny would be stunning. He is such a pretty boy. All right, Sweetie, you've convinced me. I'm in - on one condition." I gazed at my friend speculatively. "And that is?" "I get to sample the merchandise when she is done." I didn't move a muscle. Since I had befriended the stylist, we had shared secrets, dreams, drinks, and occasional pick-up stud service. I had never had a reason to refuse Lexi anything - until then. I hid it well. I'm pretty sure my smile lost barely a trace of its warmth. "We'll talk later. Whew, that's a big load off my mind. Now, I have to figure out how I'm going to accomplish the rest. I need to start making contacts." Lexi reached out and squeezed my hand reassuringly. "I think I can help you there, too. I know someone who would be a big help. I think I can arrange for them to hook up. As for the makeover, do you think you can have him ready by next Wednesday?" I nodded enthusiastically. "If last night is any indication, I could probably have him ready for you tomorrow if I needed to. Wednesday would be better, though. That will give us both time to get ready - and in my case, to do some shopping!" *** "Lexi, this is my new girlfriend, Danielle," I purred. "Didn't I tell you she is scrumptious?" As I expected after our lunch of the previous week, Lexi gave Danni the once-over, head to toe, like she was sizing her up for the kill. 'Desire' was written all over her face. When we were out at the clubs and she had set her sights on some studmuffin, I had always thought that look was cute. Now... After more than a moment of this silent lusting, she took Danni's hand and welcomed her. "Delectable would be a better description. Hello, Danielle. Welcome to Eden. Kristen, I have the perfect operator for all of Danni's needs. Celine just joined us this week. I have been trying to lure her away from the cosmetology school for months and finally succeeded. I think Brady Ellison is going to lynch me for stealing his best instructor. Hair, makeup, nails - they just don't come any more skillful or artistic than Celine. She has a real flair for the dramatic, too. She is definitely the right choice to work on our girlfriend here." Lexi turned and peered down the salon floor. "Celine? May I see you for a minute?" Danni and I were equally enthralled by Lexi's newest employee. Celine was a stunning, statuesque African-American siren. She was taller than Danielle, made more so by the platform stiletto sandals atop which she glided so gracefully. Her lush feminine proportions would put many of our favorite porn stars to shame. The woman's face featured big, expressive chocolate eyes, impossibly high, pencil-thin arching brows, stunningly prominent cheekbones and the full-beyond-full, plush lips that were the hallmark of women of her race. Unlike her 'sisters', her nose was straight, narrow, and delicate-looking. To be honest, she looked 'done' - superbly so. Her makeup and hair, substantially more dramatic than most Anglo women would deem appropriate for daytime, were artfully applied and surreally appropriate for the task of highlighting her exquisite, exotic features. "Celine, this is Danielle," Lexi intoned. "And this is her girlfriend, Kristen." Celine took my hand first, but barely glanced at me. Her undivided attention was on her latest client. If Lexi had been sizing Danni up, Celine was devouring her with her eyes. I can't explain why, but I didn't feel threatened by Celine the way I had with my friend. "Hey, Baby," the stunning African purred as she took Danni's hand in her own. Her voice was as smooth, sultry and provocative as the rest of her. "It's a pleasure." Danielle was visibly stunned by her stylist's hands; so was I. To be exact, it was the nails that captured our fancy. They were the longest I had ever seen; perhaps two inches from root to tip, square-cut, slightly curving, with a multi-color polish scheme and plenty of gold nail art. That's one of those things about Bad Girls that always made Danny and me drool. I could just imagine what was going through Danielle's mind at that moment. I wondered how the woman could work with such over-the-top talons. They were the perfect compliment to this most exquisite woman. "You ready, Baby Gurrl? I do have some ideas that will have the boys creaming in their shorts." I wasn't certain Danni really needed that, but if she could look even a tenth as good as the provocative esthetician, I would be happy. I just stared dumbly as the pair made their way to Celine's station. Lexi smiled as though she were the cat that just ate the canary. When Celine and Danielle were out of earshot, I turned to her in wonder. "Where on Earth did you find her? She is magnificent!" "As I said, she was an instructor at the cosmetology school," Lexi replied, "among other things. She's really something, isn't she?" "Oh, yeah," I managed to croak. "She knows the score?" Lexi smiled sagely. "No problem," she replied. "She's down with it. In fact, she's really looking forward to it." "Aren't we all," I responded dreamily. Lexi took my hand, smiling. "Come on," the esthetician offered. "Let's get you started." At that moment, I rubbed my thighs together, noting the warm wetness between them. "Not a problem," I noted. "I'm already started." Celine was still working when Lexi finished with me. It was around noon. My girlfriend had no appointments scheduled until three, so we opted to go to lunch while her associate continued to work her magic. From across the salon, I could not get a good read on what the operator was doing to Danielle. Lexi read my thoughts. "Never mind," Lexi cooed, as she steered me out the door. A Cheshire smile split her lips. "Danni's in the best of hands. I promise you will love the results. All of them." I looked askance at my friend. Lexi paid me no mind as we slipped into the Mercedes. *** We returned about ten minutes before three. Celine had just finished her task and was escorting her client to the front desk. I froze where I stood as I beheld the approaching apparition who, only a day before, had been unmistakably male. The hair was longer, reaching about mid-way down her back. The blazing copper color was the perfect compliment to her flawless pink complexion and glittering emerald eyes. Her tresses were now a full, bouncy head of big, loose curls. Those eyes were now as exquisitely made up as Celine's own. The thick, furry eyelashes were an immediate attention-grabber. The multiple hues of perfectly-blended shadow, ranging from dark moss lids to ebony creases to frosty white highlights, with wide swaths of liner extending well beyond the corners, added to the exotic allure of those shimmering orbs. The combination of dark and light blushes made her cheekbones appear much more prominent than they had been. Her sexy mouth was outlined in Claret and tinted a deep, glistening red. Her lips looked fuller, plusher, more kissable than they had before. Oh God, she had talons now, too! They were not quite as long as Celine's, perhaps an inch and a half overall. They were polished the same dark crimson as her beautiful lips and flashed with dazzling gold nail art. This couldn't possibly be the same 'girl' I brought in four hours before - could it? This vision slinked up to me and pirouetted on her heels, giving me a good, long look at Celine's handiwork. Then she pressed her body against mine and slowly, casually scraped my inner thigh with those crimson claws. "Do you like?", she teased. "I'm thrilled with it." I groaned and nodded weakly. Somebody please turn off the tap inside my pussy! I made a conscious effort to keep my hand steady as I wrote the check, barely giving a second thought to the amount. So what if it was equivalent to the last two months of our electric bill? It was worth it! Celine and Danni hugged and blew air kisses, so as not to ruin the Black girl's breathtaking efforts. "Call me," Celine admonished. "I will," Danni promised. "Tomorrow." As we made our way to the door, I had to comment. "It looks like you made a friend." Danni looked straight ahead, smiled coyly and nodded. "Oh yeah," she murmured dreamily. "I sure did." As we pulled away from the curb, my lover snuggled up to me and resumed her casual stroking of my inner thigh. I was having difficulty concentrating on driving. "So," she breathed in my ear, "what's next?" I had had a whole mental list of things I wanted us to do this afternoon. Now, all I could think about was getting her home - and into bed. When I put the suggestion to her, she pouted her demurral. "After I got all dressed up and sexy for you? What were you thinking? I want you to take me out and show me off. I'm too jazzed up to think about eating, but the least you could do is take me for a drink!" I wanted to take her all right, but not for drinks. Still, she did have a point. Danny loved to show me off in public - as much as I loved to flaunt myself. He had always been so proud of me and wanted everyone to see what a good thing he had. I adored the man for being so confident in himself that he could do that. Apart from my occasional flings, I never gave him a reason to doubt me. Now the shoe was on the other foot - and I was having a problem with it. For all our sexual experimentation in the past, both public and private, Danny and I had never been to a swing club, swapped, or even had a threesome with another female (Lexi had frequently given me grief about that). That was my choice, not his. I knew what a good thing I had waiting for me at home. I knew there were other women who would sell their firstborn to get their hands on a man like that - and never let go. Say what you will about hypocrisy; I could never bring myself to share my husband with another woman. The very thought of him being in another bitch's arms... Danni spotted the little sidewalk caf? we had frequented in the past and wheedled me to pull into the parking lot. We were seated at a table right next to the low wrought-iron fence that separated the patio from the busy sidewalk. My lover expertly crossed one leg over the other at the knee. The soft, sensual rasp of stocking-on-stocking assaulted my senses. Damn, she was picking this stuff up fast! I ordered a carafe of blush wine. We sat, made small talk - and eyes at each other. Danni's right hand rested atop my left. She gently scraped the sensitive skin on the back of my hand with her crimson claws. Under the table, she casually stroked my leg with her high-heeled pump. I was amazed my panties didn't squish as I squirmed, they were so soaked. We caused a modest riot in the hour we sat there drinking our wine. Every guy in sight did a double- or triple-take as he laid eyes on Danielle for the first time. That didn't bother me. In fact, I was beginning to understand the thrill Danny had felt whenever he took me out. Let's face it; men are dogs - well, most men. They are good for a quick, frantic fuck, but they can't commit to anything more serious than a tee time. I didn't feel threatened by their overt displays of lust. It was fun to watch them flirt with my 'girlfriend' - and her to flirt back. I remembered what I had said the previous week about bringing home a couple of studs to fuck us both, side by side. Maybe... I barely minded that, sitting next to her, I felt positively plain for the first time in my life. She seemed to pick up on that. "Sweetie," she trilled. "I was wondering... Celine couldn't do color and a perm today. She told me that much process all at once, plus the extensions, would fry my hair. That means I would have to go back to the salon next week - and struggle with curlers and a styling brush all this week, which I really don't know anything about. Or..." I raised one eyebrow, amused. "Or?" Danni smiled coyly and continued. "Or, she's offering to give me lessons privately. Essentially, it would be the complete cosmetology curriculum; hair, make-up, nails, the works. When I finished, I would even be ready to take the licensing exam. It would probably be several evenings a week for a while. She said we could even start tomorrow. There would be homework, too. Of course, I..." She cranked her smile up a notch as, under the table, her toe slid dangerously close to my crotch. "... would be able to practice on you. What do you think?" I was barely able to contain my excitement. "She... could teach you to do all this... for both of us... and you are even toying with the idea of doing it full-time? Instead of writing?" She nodded enthusiastically. Let's see. How did I feel about my newly-minted, drop-dead-gorgeous little fem-toy embarking on a career change that would almost certainly keep her femmed to the max, me in control of our relationship, and both of us deliriously happy for the rest of our lives? Hmmm, let me think about that for a while... long enough! "Baby, if you want to give it a try, I would be delighted!", I gushed. She was clearly thrilled. Then, her whole demeanor changed. It was as if she had thrown a switch. In the place occupied by a gushing, child- like little bimbo only a moment before sat an earthy, seductive sexual animal. She leaned over the table and gazed at my mouth with heavy- lidded eyes. "Take me home and fuck me stupid," she sighed. You didn't have to tell me twice. I didn't know how we made it home in one piece. I only remember her tongue tickling my ear and those fabulous nails stroking, teasing my inner thighs and all around my slit. By the time we made it through the front door, I was a bundle of frayed nerve endings. My pussyjuice was dribbling down my thighs. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. We stood next to the big, overstuffed sofa. Danni pulled me close. I could feel her heat. Her desire was a match for mine. She placed her mouth right next to my ear. "Cum," she purred, then simultaneously stuck her tongue in my ear and used the tip of one fingernail to lightly flick my clit - just once. That did it. The force and speed of my orgasm caused my knees to buckle. I fell backward over the arm of the sofa, landing lengthwise on the plush cushions with Danielle on top of me. My whole body was bucking wildly. She held me tightly as wave after wave of sheer bliss engulfed me. Afterward, I lay there trembling in her arms. My heart hammered madly in my chest. I still couldn't see straight. Danni smiled contentedly. "Was it good for you?", she teased. Then, she really went to work. That was only my first orgasm of the evening. There were so many others... *** We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe it? God, what a rush! We fucked - a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying on clothes. I can hear the Blue Noses now. "They fucked? That's it? What about making love, like responsible adults?" Honey, it was all about making love; everything we did in every moment of every day. I had fallen in love with Danny in much the same way five years before. Now, I had fallen in love all over again - with Danielle. You want to talk about magic? I grudgingly granted her a few hours with Celine Thursday evening. On the one hand, I wanted her to learn to be all the woman she could be. The thought of Danielle committed full-time to this new and utterly erotic lifestyle kept me constantly wet. On the other hand, I was already wet. I had the 'itch', and needed her to scratch it. When I saw the results of that first lesson - the makeup and hair styling which she proudly admitted she had done herself - I was fervently thankful I had let her go, and that Celine was there to guide her. Even my lover's voice sounded sultrier, sexier. She and Celine had obviously worked on that, too. I made her exclusively mine for the rest of the weekend. Danni had to kick me out of bed Monday morning to get ready for work. I did not want to leave her! We split the difference; she showered with me. After the 'sendoff' she gave me under the jets of steamy spray, my morning coffee was almost superfluous. We dressed together after. I lovingly laced her into her corset once again. In deference to my wishes, she donned stockings and high-heeled marabou mules, then a long flowing peignoir and dressing gown, while I slipped into a blouse, 'sincere suit', and business pumps. There was something utterly erotic about this role reversal, having my sexy 'wife' see me off to work in the morning. For her part, she was taking to her new role as though she had been born to it. I didn't want the weekend to be over. "What will you be doing today, Wifey?" I chirped brightly. She smiled bemusedly, acknowledging her new status. "I have an article to work on this morning," she replied, "then will spend the afternoon with Celine." When I wrinkled my forehead in incomprehension, she giggled, threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against mine and kissed me. "It's Monday, Silly. The salon is closed. The lesson will probably last all afternoon." I jumped at the opportunity. "Why don't I take you out for dinner then?", I offered. "I'll call you later and we can coordinate the time." Danni assented readily. I smiled and took her into my arms. "Sweetie, I just wanted to ask. You are okay with all this, aren't you? I mean, it's all been so sudden - and so incredibly sexy..." Danni blushed. The corners of her mouth twitched upward. "It is overwhelming," she acknowledged with a hesitant smile, "and kind of scary. Yes, I am 'okay with it', as you put it..." Her smile broadened with that. "I just never imagined you would be into something like this, let alone so strongly. You asked me to give it a fair chance and I will - just for you. My biggest worry is, what will become of us?" I smiled and stroked her cheek softly. "You don't worry about that at all. Your only concern is making yourself gorgeous for me. I will take care of everything else." I kissed her softly on the lips to emphasize my point, then turned and walked out the door. I smirked as I strutted to my car. Just for ME, huh? You really don't want to admit to me how much YOU want it, do you? In that case, you little minx, I really WILL take care of everything else. *** I called Danni's cell at five o'clock. She told me she and Celine were just finishing up. I invited her to meet me at O'Malley's for a drink. From there, we could decide where we wanted to go for dinner. She accepted, noting she hadn't been sure how fancy a place I had had in mind, and that she had done the 'sexy, sophisticated look' for me. I replied I couldn't wait to see. O'Malley's is an Irish pub not far from my office. It is a favorite after-work watering hole and sometime lunch destination for my co- workers and me. From my vantage point on the end of the first high- backed booth, I observed my sweetheart step through the door around five-thirty. Her smooth, feline strut oozed sensuality. She paused as her eyes adjusted to the changed light. I rose from my place and stepped forward to greet her. We hugged and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. I gave her a very appreciative once-over and beamed my approval. 'Sexy, sophisticated' indeed! She had worn one of her new suits; charcoal with a subtle pin stripe. The fitted jacket had widely-spaced lapels and a peplum waist. The slim, tight-fitting skirt ended at mid-thigh. Her shapely legs were clad in sheer black stockings, ending in black patent pumps with five- inch heels. The black crepe blouse was undone to the "V" of the jacket's lapels. The halves were spread, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage. Danni's hair looked salon-fresh and as full and fluffy as it had the previous Wednesday. Her makeup was still provocative, but less dramatic than it had been the previous five days. Her look was that of a sexy young secretary who dressed for her boss's pleasure rather than office decorum. How appropriate! I took Danni's hand in mine and led her back to our booth. As we rounded the corner of the high oak backrest, she froze in her tracks. "Jackie, Beth, Gwen, may I present Danielle, the love of my life," I purred. I tightened my grip on Danni's hand to prevent her from running away - or falling over in a dead faint. The introductions weren't really necessary, of course. My husband had met Jackie and Beth, both fellow agents, and Gwen, our secretary, at various office parties and functions. When you work with a group of people long enough, you just know whom you can confide in and whom you can't. Of our agency staff, these three were confidants and co-conspirators on all things personal. They had all been out "catting around" with me in one nightclub or another in the past, not to mention frequent after-work "Happy Hour" excursions to this and other pubs. I knew the most intimate, detailed knowledge of their love lives; the who, what, when, and how many times. It wouldn't have occurred to me not to share this momentous change in my love life with them as soon as I arrived at work that morning. I knew I could trust them to be cool about it. When I invited them to join Danni and me for drinks, wild horses could not have kept them away. 'Cool' was an understatement. After the consensus "Oh, my GOD!", all three piled out of the booth to get a better look, head-to-toe. Hugs and enthusiastic praise go a long way towards salving a bruised and fragile ego. After re-seating ourselves - Danni between Gwen and me, Jackie and Beth on the other side - and two rounds of drinks, my sweetheart felt a little more like one of the girls. Naturally, the subject of Danielle and her 'coming out' dominated the conversation. There were a lot of questions, as I knew there would be. I hadn't prompted any of it. My office mates were naturally curious, yet sensitive to the impact of so emotional a subject on a girl who was 'new to the game'. To her credit, and my unvoiced encouragement, Danni answered freely and frankly. I could tell she danced around certain questions - particularly about any attraction she might feel towards men. The important thing was, she was facing the issues and her own emotional responses to them - something she had to do if 'Danielle' was to grow as a person. I made certain she and I went alone to the Little Girl's Room to powder our noses. I knew she would have something to say in private, and had a firm idea what it would be. She didn't disappoint me. "How could you do this to me?", she burst out incredulously. "I almost died of shame!" "Baby," I responded, "it was never my intention to humiliate you. I can only say what I have said before; you have nothing to be ashamed of. You cannot hide in the closet forever. You have to get out, meet people, and let them meet you. You were fine with Lexi, Celine and the girls at the salon. You also had no problem with the people at the clubs we went to last weekend." "The clubs were different," Danni retorted. "They were all strangers. These three have known me as long as you and I have been together." "That is exactly my point," I replied. "These three do know you - as an intelligent, funny, warm, loving, caring, thoughtful human being. You are still that person. We just made the 'packaging' a bit more attractive. Our girlfriends are fine with that, just as Lexi and Celine are. They have been jealous as Hell of me all this time, jealous of the love I have. From what I can see, they are even more so now." "You could have warned me up front," Danni reasoned, "so I could have been emotionally prepared." "I could have," I agreed. "Would you have shown up?" She just stared at me in the mirror as we freshened our lipstick. "How will I ever be able to face them again as your husband?", she sighed. I held her close and smiled coyly. "Why would I ever want you to?" My sweet Danni sighed again in resignation. "Do you have any more surprises for me?" I shrugged my shoulders a bit and cranked my smile up a notch. "The night is young and so are we." When we returned to the booth, the topic of conversation turned almost immediately to dinner. Five grumbling stomachs were not to be denied. Someone voiced a desire for Steak on a Stick and potato skins. In no time, we all adjourned to Friday's. Jackie and Beth rode with me; Gwen accompanied Danielle. My two companions never shut up about my 'new wife'. They remarked, as others had, how attractive they had always considered 'Danny' to be. Now, they couldn't get over what a gorgeous female he - she - was becoming. They danced delicately around the subject of our sex life, wondering how far I intended to take Danielle's transformation? I assured them that, whatever other changes she had in store for her, that would not be changing within the foreseeable future. I had been correct in my earlier assessment of them. At that moment, I could see they were beside-themselves envious of me. The three of us arrived first and were seated immediately, much to our delight. That event is rare enough any time. It is doubly so on a Monday night during football season. Danni and Gwen arrived ten minutes later. Danni took her seat next to me and Gwen took the empty chair between Jackie and Beth. The conversation resumed where it had left off in O'Malley's. I knew immediately something was wrong. I have always trusted my instincts and now they were sounding extra alarms. It wasn't anything either one said, nor the way they looked at each other. Rather, it was the way they studiously avoided looking at each other that gave them away. It wasn't hostility; I would have read that in their body language. This was something else. The hackles on the back of my neck stood up. I knew Danni inside and out. I had never had to worry about 'him' cheating on me; he was devoted to me. Likewise, I didn't expect 'her' to stray for the same reason. Then again, she was new to the game and an accommodating personality. Gwen was anything but. She was a man-eater, a sexual predator with a taste for fresh meat. She seemingly changed lovers more often than she changed her mind - and loved to try new things. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who had made a play for whom on the way over. I stared a hole through my spouse's head. It didn't take long for her to sense my gaze and meet it. Danni and I share that rare quality that one can tell with a glance what the other is thinking. She read my unspoken question with ease. My lover knew full well how I felt about her and other women. The little smile confirmed my suspicions. The almost imperceptible shake of her head bespoke: the offer had been graciously declined. Her leg pressed against mine, with her hand gently stroking my inner thigh, confirmed her allegiance. Damn, I loved her! I made a mental note; I would have to keep a closer eye on Gwen whenever Danni was around... The partisan football crowd was getting rowdy. After a few more rounds, so were we. I wasn't really surprised when we picked up an 'escort'; five guys who graciously seated themselves with us, each gifting us with another round of whatever we had been drinking. My girlfriends and I were used to this; it happened often when we were out together. Then again, this was the first time it had happened when my lover was with me - and she now had an admirer of her own! Mine was a tall, seriously-muscled, towheaded hunk of manflesh named Ron Randall. He was a personal trainer (surprise!) at a local health club. I made no attempt to hide my wedding band and he made no attempt to let it dissuade him. In the meantime, Danni was distracted by an equally-buff (same occupation, same club) Terry Kennedy. Hmmm, a gregarious Irish lad, in search of a fair colleen. If he only knew... Our three friends were similarly occupied. It was fun. It was flirtatious. We talked of football, movies, and of course, Real Estate (that was the salesperson in us). I would be lying if I said Ron wasn't an attractive man - one that, under different circumstances, I wouldn't think twice about having. Then again, Danni and Terry... I thought briefly of the spur-of-the-moment spoken fantasy that had started us down this path. It was making me wet. I could feel the tension rising from my other side. I had never experienced it before, yet I could sense its source - and cause. Beth glanced my way, then flicked her eyes towards Danni. She knew, too! Now we had a problem. I couldn't indulge myself with Ron. There was the obvious reason, of course, but Beth and Jackie rode with me; their cars were back at the office. Gwen's car was also parked in the company lot, but it was apparent she had found her flavor du jour and would likely not be riding back with Danni. Correction: Gwen would not be riding with Danni no matter what. Jackie and Beth were both married but, like me, occasionally had fun on the side. I silently polled them, eye-to-eye, gauging their intentions. Both gave little shakes of their head. All for one; one for all. I glanced at Gwen, who was oblivious to everything but her guy. Well, almost all. Luckily, the game turned into a blowout. We offered our excuses shortly after the beginning of the fourth quarter. There was no mistaking the look of disappointment in Ron's eyes and three others'. Lucky Number Five was