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Alterations by Debra Darling Peter was a high powered salesman for a very important soft ware company. Like most such companies, it was a bastion of male dominated, testosterone driven behavior, combined with the sophomoric sense of humor of nerds everywhere. Peter was married to June, a charming, lovely, intelligent woman who was quite capable of taking care of herself and who did so admirably. She held down an important position at the local level for a nationwide bank. At work she was held in much esteem, and had a great deal of responsibility. At home, Peter usually treated her as an equal, but at his work functions, she was the perennially dumb blonde, and Peter tended to go along with that treatment around his fellow workers. So it was with only a little sympathy that June listened one Saturday morning to Peter and his latest problem. It seemed there had been a sales contest at work and for the first time in company history, Peter's team had come in second. That was hard enough for Peter to swallow, but it seems there were also penalties involved. Given the usual company approach to being funny, which tended to run to "Animal House" diversions, this situation was not unusual. Being the usual however did not either solve the problem or sooth Peter's shattered ego. The contest had been running for about six months, and would culminate in a company dinner and party. That would occur tonight. The winners of the contest were being feted to a six course steak dinner with all the trimmings. The entire affair was to be formal, and would be held at the Fairmont Olympic in the Grand Ballroom. This would make it the swankiest party at the swankiest location in all of Seattle. It would undoubtedly garner its share of press coverage. Losing the contest was bad enough for Peter. Having to admit that in public would also be devastating in and of itself. But what was further planned was driving him crazy. Since his team had always won, they had become pretty domineering at the past parties. They had gone to great lengths to embarrass the losing team members many times and Peter had no illusions as to what would happen now that it was his turn on the losing side. It had been decided that the losers of the contest would have to pay a penalty. They would be required to attend the party as well, but their roll would be a bit different. They too would be required to don formal dress, but in this case, that really meant a dress. They had to come dressed as women and each would be paired with one of the winning team members. They would have to act as their escort's "date" all night, dancing with him, playing the roll expected of the often not very bright sexpots these guys tended to bring to these functions and tending to his needs for the evening. Given the juvenile attitude of most of these guys, the evening was going to prove to be extremely embarrassing to Peter and his team members. Of course he could always not show up, or even quit, but he and June lived to the max of their incomes, and they could not afford even one month's loss of salary. Peter had to follow through on the rules of the contest. Unfortunately, he had explained to June there was more. His company tended to use the GE model of evaluating personnel each year. At the end of the year, the top ten percent of the people got large bonuses. The middle eighty percent got much smaller bonuses and the bottom 10% got fired. Peter figured upper management had devised this contest and this particular form of humiliation for the losers to weed out the bottom 10% without having to fire them. He figured they would just quit when they found out the rest of the terms of the losing wager. There had been an announcement at the end of the day on Friday. The losing team members would be graded by the winning team members as to how well they pulled off their impersonation of a woman, and how well they preformed their duties. The winners would vote at the end of the night. The five "girls" voted best would receive their full 20% bonuses after all. The five girls voted worst would have to spend the next month 24/7 as girls. They would be expected to come to work each day dressed as a woman and to maintain that persona even in the evening. They could expect to be on call for the entire month, and would know that they would be called in frequently at night and on weekends, as much for work as to make certain they were remaining properly dressed. Peter figured these five "girls" would just quit rather than go through that embarrassment, thus eliminating the lower 10% of the workforce. Peter could not risk that happening. In fact, he really needed to be one of the five best performers, since they almost had to have that bonus. Even so, Peter was so upset about losing, and so frightened and embarrassed about having to appear as a woman and be a date for one of his macho co-workers that he had waited until the last minute to explain all this to June. His final words about how he just knew his "date" would treat like just like another dumb blonde did not earn him any points with his gorgeous wife. June shook out her waist length blonde tresses in anger at his words, but he was so consumed by his own problems that he did not even notice. June realized Peter would need a lot of help to pass as a credible girl, let alone to be one of the top five finishers. As much as she wanted him to fail at this after his insulting words, she knew, deep down, that they could not afford for this to happen. She was going to have to help him, but she decided maybe she could get a little revenge anyway, if she was careful. That afternoon Peter and June went out shopping. They found lots of evening gowns, but none that were just right for this party and which were also in a size he could wear. It was growing late, and he had lots to do if he was going to manage to get ready on time. Once they finally found a gown, they were going to need all of the accessories. Matching shoes, underwear and jewelry, plus makeup and a wig would all have to be acquired and it was getting late. At last they found the prefect gown, but alas, it was several sizes too small. June lamented that it would be absolutely fabulous if only it could be found in something larger than a size eight. She figured Peter probably needed at least a 14. The clerk heard them and offered some advice. She told them about a seamstress she had used often in the past. The woman could do wonders, even creating unique and original designs on short notice. The clerk suggested they take the dress along as a sample, and then return it later, after the seamstress had used it as a model. They thanked the clerk, and then set off for the address they had been given. When they arrived, at an alleyway door on Capitol Hill, they were a bit nervous to say the least. The door was pretty nondescript with just the word "Alterations" inscribed over it. They pushed open the door and went in to the shop. It was small, dark and cluttered, with fabric and dresses hanging everywhere. A lady of small stature greeted them in very broken English. She was obviously Chinese and she approached them with her head bowed, her tiny feet making very short almost sliding motions as she seemed to glide across the floor. Her hair was pinned up in an elaborate bun and she wore a long dress with wide sleeves. Each hand was tucked up into the opposite sleeve, giving her a very submissive appearance. "You want alterations? You want to fit dress?" she asked in a high, soft, sing-song voice. "I can do fit for you." Both June and Peter smiled. Peter, taking a pretty smug and elitist attitude, which he often did with both women and with minorities, mimicked her question. "Yes, we want to fit dress," he responded in broken, sing-song English. "You can do?" After a little confusion they finally managed to convey the idea that it was Peter who would be wearing the dress, not June. They also let her know that they would need everything done now, since they also would be picking out shoes and undergarments somewhere, as well as a wig and getting makeup done. The crony just smiled and turned and tottered away. She rummaged about in the store for a few minutes and then returned with arms full of boxes. "I have all accessories to make man-girl" she lilted. "You see. I do great job of alterations." She turned to June. "You leave man-girl to me," she ordered. "Go have coffee or something. Maybe get ready for party. You come back two hours, pick up man-girl. Maybe she be he-bitch by then," she giggled. "I do alterations and have her ready dressed for you to take to party. Be big bang bang time for her at party." Well, they obviously did not have much choice, so after negotiating a price which was about half what the woman had requested, they made a deal. The woman managed to convey, just barely, that June was free to go and should return about 7:15 to pick up Jim. He would be ready to go the woman assured them both. When June had left, Jim was instructed to take a seat for a moment. The woman brought him a cup of tea which he refused. She then demanded he drink the beverage, claiming it would relax him and let her get work done better and much faster. He gave in and swallowed the cup of full of bitter tea in one gulp. After just a moment, Peter began to feel a bit strange. The world was just a little bit fuzzy around the edges and he began to realize he had been drugged. The woman had put something in the strange tea he had gulped down. Peter tried to stand up but he only got about half way out of his chair when she told him, ordered him actually to sit back down. He did so promptly. No matter how he tried, he seemed unable to do anything but obey this woman who now stood imperiously before him. "So, you want to fit this dress?" she laughed, now speaking impeccable English. She also stood upright and he realized she was at least as tall as he was. Her voice and manner were imperious as she surveyed the helpless man sitting in front of her. "Well, soon you shall fit the dress, although I don't think you are going to like this at all. I'll teach you not to make fun of other people. Soon you will be begging me to undo all of what I am about to do. Maybe I will, but the price will be great. Much greater than the small fee you insisted on trying to cheat me out of." She ordered him to stand up. He did, although he tried to resist. When she ordered him to remove his shirt and pants, he did resist. At least he thought he did. In just a few moments, though he realized his shirt and pants were lying on the floor. He wondered for a moment how that had happened, but then he heard her order him to take off his underclothes and his shoes and socks. This was just too much. He started to bend over and pick up his shirt and pants. When he straightened up he realized he was totally naked. All of his clothes were now in a pile on the floor and he was helpless to do anything but watch as she picked them up and tossed them into a nearby trash chute. She told him they were now on their way to the furnace where they would quickly burn. "That dress is about a size ten," she told him. I will alter it a bit, taking in the waist, letting out the hips and bust a bit and shortening the hem. When I'm finished it will be a modified size eight." This did not seem right to him. He thought the dress would need to be altered just the opposite to what she described. He tried to tell her than, but she did not seem to be listening. She just pointed to some sort of a glass case across the room. He was instructed to go and stand in the cabinet, and then she closed the door. He was locked inside the case. From here he could see her making a bunch of adjustments to a fancy electronic board with a clock mounted above it. "Can you imagine the girl who would wear this dress, especially once I've altered it?" she asked. He could, and the image brought his groin muscle to full attention. "I thought so," she said, pointing at his erection. "Keep that response in mind for tonight. You'll find it very annoying." He began to pound on the walls of his prison, but to no affect. Nothing he could say or do seemed to lead him anywhere near his desire to be free and to leave this place. She continued. "I think she would be about 5 feet four inches tall," she said as she adjusted a dial. "Maybe weigh about 120 pounds." Another dial adjusted. "Measurements of 36-22-34. No, let's make her really curvy. 38-20-36. Lots of tits and ass to attract the horny males. Long blonde hair. Very high arches that would only accept CFM shoes with the highest heels. Overdone makeup and large, kissable lips." More adjustments. "What do you think doll?" she asked, but she really did not expect an answer. Although he mumbled something unintelligible she just ignored him as she prepared what ever she was doing. When she finished she turned to him once again. "I call this my 'trans formation' studio. This machine will transform you into the girl we just described. You will remain that way until you return for further modifications. It takes about 30 minutes to fully cook you. If I quit at that point, the changes will last about twelve hours. If I let you go another ten minutes, the effect will last about a month. More than that and it becomes permanent unless I choose to undo all of the alterations. I also have a special new program I have been wanting to try out. It only works during the last ten minute segment, but it creates a personality to go along with the altered body. Together I call them the altered states." She explained all of this as she prepared to turn on her contraption. "Get ready honey. You are about to become a gorgeous hunk of blonde, fuckable woman, with a body built for sin and a bimbo brain to go with it. She laughed at his obvious distress. He was yelling obscenities at her, and only barely heard her next words. She seemed to be talking to herself as she began setting yet more dials and switches on her control board. She paused for a moment and stared at him when he called her a crazy bitch. She smiled as she turned back to her switches. "Yes, I think that body would require an empty headed blonde, don't you? One who was mostly worried about her image. I suppose it would not hurt to make her horny as hell either. Um-hmm. I think that would be about perfect. A blonde bimbo fucking machine, always ready to go with any man that was handy. That should be about perfect." As she turned to leave the room she glanced back at Peter. "You may want to watch the clock to see just how much you have irritated me with your superior male attitude" were her parting words. "Maybe you'll come to regret those nasty things you called me as the final minutes tick away." She threw a switch and left him to try to decide if she was just crazy or what. The glass cage filled with a light blue smoke and he could barely see through the fog. He could not tell what, if anything was happening, but he did feel that changes were occurring. Thirty minutes later, when the fog cleared, he knew the answer. He was now much shorter and weighed far less than his original 6 ft. 1 inch 190 pound self. His chest sported a pair of D cup breasts which annoyed him with every movement. His waist was drawn in to an hour glass shape and he stood on his tiptoes. It hurt to try to stand flat footed. His head was overcome with blonde tresses than hung to his waist and curled about his face like an old Farah Fawcett hairdo from Charlie's Angels. He could not see his face, but he knew, in his heart, what it looked like. He stared at the clock on the wall. It had reached the thirty minute mark and that meant his changes had ended. He waited in vain for her to return and release him. After all, he was only going to need to wear this dress for a few hours this evening. He could live with all of this for that long he thought. But he watched the minute hand slowly tick off an additional ten minutes and still she had not come to release him. Then he remembered what she had said as the hand kept on moving. He was being allowed to cook for the full twenty minutes. These grotesque changes were becoming permanent. "No!" he screamed. "No! No! NO!" as the hands slowly measured off his sentence. Life in this sexy female body was the sentence she was proclaiming for him. Life until she agreed, at some unknown cost and at some unknown time in the future to release him. He had not believed her until this very minute, but now he realized his future. He knew her price would be astronomical, and he knew he would pay it, whatever it might be. . June came down the street just about fifteen minutes past seven o'clock. She was wearing a short, black cocktail dress and sandals with rhinestone heels about three inches high. She was gorgeous and also impressive, just as a powerful bank executive woman should look. Her lovely hair was perfectly coiffed and set off her bare shoulders just right. Diamond stud earrings graced her ears and caught the light each time she turned her head. As she approached the alteration shop she realized it was dark. Obviously, the place was closed. The windows were shuttered and the door was secured with an iron gate. So where was Peter? What was going on here anyway? She heard a low whimper behind her and from the corner of her eye she saw something move. She turned to look. There on a bench at a bus stop sat a woman wearing the dress they had picked out. The woman looked like she had been poured into the dress. She also looked like sex on the hoof. June studied the woman carefully. The dress was a spaghetti strap number with just two small straps leading over her shoulders. The bust line was cut in a very deep V which showed off her immense cleavage. Huge breasts hung nearly out of the dress. The satin fabric was stretched tightly across her chest. At the end of each breast, a rock hard nipple stuck out like a sausage proclaiming this woman's readiness for a man. The dress hugged her body down to the hips. Her waist must be nipped in to less than 18 inches to create such an hour glass figure. From the hips it swirled out, supported by a built in petticoat. June knew the skirt would flounce about and be constantly in motion on the dance floor. That had been one of the reasons she had insisted it would be the perfect dress. She had planned to keep Peter on his feet all night. She wanted him to find out what dancing in three inch heels felt like, since he insisted that she go dancing with him all the time. June lowered her glance to the long, nylon sheathed legs which were displayed below the hem of the dress. Perfectly shaped gams, wearing thigh high black stockings. Seams ran up the back of each leg from a Cuban heel. Where the dress bunched up from sitting on the hard bench, a garter showed, and just a flash of bare flesh at the top of the stocking welt. On her feet June saw not three inch high dancing heels like they had picked out, but high high hooker heels. These clear plastic sandals were strapped on with lots of straps and buckles. They had three inch platforms with some kind of neon lights inside the clear plastic. The heels themselves had to be at least ten inches high. The woman would be walking on just her toes and the very front edge of the ball of her foot. As the woman heard June she turned her head. A huge cascade of blonde curls swung about, revealing a child like face, heavily made up. Lots of blue eye shadow, heavy mascara over false lashes, rouged cheeks and puffed out lips painted crimson red. Heavy rhinestone earrings hung down from pierced earlobes, dangling almost to each bare shoulder. Matching crimson nails decorated fingers and toes. The fingernails had to be at least three inches long. Each nail was pierced near the end and small gold chains glinted in the light from the street lamp. The chains ran from nail to nail and kept her fingers in a form of limited bondage. "Peter?" June whispered. "Peter? Is that you? What in the world? My God, what happened?" For just a moment June saw a transformation in the woman's eyes. Then the woman spoke, in a sultry, sexy voice that would only serve to turn a man on. "Please don't say a word, June. Just listen. I only have sixty seconds to explain all of this," the woman said hurriedly. "I really am Peter. If you want to talk to Peter you must say my name. Then for one minute, I will be Peter. After that I am Bambi, a wanton, sex starved, not very bright, blonde bimbo. "But Peter, or who ever you are," June stammered. "Please, say nothing. Just listen," the woman interrupted. "I don't know and don't understand what happened, but the woman you left me with had some sort of a machine which she used to 'transform' me like this. She says I will stay this way until she undoes the alterations. She says I will have to beg her to do that, and it will cost me. She did not say how much, only that when I was finally desperate enough I should come back and see her." The minute was nearly up as Peter looked up at June and pleaded, "Please. You've got to help me get back. Oh, and do you think this nail and lipstick color look good on me? Got any idea where in this town we could find a couple of good looking men who would like a night of good fun?" This latter was delivered in a sexy, come on and let's fuck voice with a coquettish twinkle in her eye that left nothing to the imagination. "Stop it Peter! Stop it this instant!" June snapped. Immediately the eyes changed again and Peter returned. "See what I mean? I am inside here even when Bambi is in charge. I know everything she is doing and it all seems so wrong to me, but it seems to be so right to her and I am powerless to stop her. Only when I am Peter for my one minute at a time can I exert any control over her. Peter gasped this out, trying to get as much information to June as he could in his one minute limit. June thought for a moment, and then said, "Well, we have to go to the party. I don't see where we have any choice right now. We can not afford to lose another good employment opportunity right now." June decided Bambi could go as her personal friend. She would come up with some kind of an explanation for Peter's absence. Somehow she had to salvage the situation, something that she had to do all too often since she married Peter. She then hailed a cab, and helped Peter/Bambi into the back seat as the driver ogled her. Bambi seemed to thrill at the attention and began to flirt with the driver. June quietly studied the situation as they drove to the office where the party was being held. Somewhere along the way, June decided this was her chance to get even with Peter in every way. She felt Peter often had taken advantage of her desire to please and her feminine way of avoiding conflict. Tonight, she had a chance to let Peter find out how it felt to be treated the way he often tended to treat women. When they arrived at the office, the party was in full swing. June was greeted by all the guys with open arms, especially when she introduced her friend Bambi. One man, Peter's boss Jim, seemed to be really taken with Bambi. It was not long before he had her in his arms and was dancing her around the floor. Bambi had her curvaceous body plastered against Jim's, her hips thrust forward and her crotch rubbing up against his as they ground away. June joined them for a drink between sets. Bambi was leaning up against Jim, whose free hand was wandering all over her back and bottom. There was no doubt what Jim wanted, and no doubt Bambi would gladly give it to him. At one point June started to explain to Jim why Peter was absent. She was staring into Bambi's eyes when she said "Peter" and she relished the look of fear she saw there. Peter knew he had no alternative but to stand still and allow Jim to continue to fondle him. He felt that hand pat his rear end and slide back and forth over the silky material which clung so tightly to his oversize rear cheeks. He did not know why June was doing this, but he did know he had no choice. For sixty seconds of hell, Peter knew exactly what it meant to be a sexy, helpless blonde bombshell. For sixty seconds Peter was subjected to being treated as nothing more than a piece of meat, on display and available for the taking by this man standing beside him. The longer they stood talking, the more often June managed to work Peter into the conversation. Each time Peter appeared, Jim seemed to be taking more liberties. Also each time he became Peter, his feet would send more and more urgent pain messages to his fevered brain. Bambi seemed to be able to ignore the pain, but Peter could not. He wanted to sit down and rest, but he realized he could not. At one point June suggested to Jim that it would be fun to show Bambi around the building. Jim then asked Bambi if she would like to see the rest of the offices, including the executive suite. Bambi readily agreed. As they made their way towards the elevator, June walked close to Jim and began talking quietly to him. Bambi heard only a bit of the conversation, something about giving the best head in town, but she was too busy fixing her lipstick and her hair to pay much attention. She did see June lean close to Jim and whisper something in his ear. She wondered if she should care what that was all about, but decided it was probably not important. Just as they reached the elevators, June started to turn away. "I'll just go check the lobby again for Peter," she said. As the elevator doors closed it was a very frightened Peter who found himself alone in a small place with a very amorous Jim. For about thirty seconds lips met closed lips, then Bambi kicked in and it was tongue to tongue and Jim began to play tonsil tennis with the sexy blonde. Jim and Bambi were soon on an upper floor where it was very dark and quiet. Jim led her into a very fancy office, filled with leather furniture. There was a picture window with a view of the entire city, all lit up for Christmas. He told her this was his office, although to Bambi it looked very familiar. In fact, it was Peter's office. Jim took Bambi over to a large office chair and he sat down. He did not have to make any suggestions as Bambi knew her position. She crouched down between his legs and undid his zipper. She took his long dong out of his pants and placed her now glistening red lips against its head. It did not take very long to get Jim hard, and then Bambi began the job she liked best. Slowly she let her lips slide down the love pole, taking more and more of it into her hot mouth and tight throat on every stroke. She soon had Jim moaning in delight. "June was certainly right about you," he said. "You really do give the best head I have ever had." As he came closer and closer to his personal pinnacle, he began to gasp out her name. Then just at the last minute she felt him reach down and place his hands behind her head. "Let's see if what else June said is true," he gasped as his hips began to plunge up and down in rhythm with Bambi's head bobs, driving him ever deeper into her throat. "It seems a little strange but here goes." As he began to spurt, and Bambi attempted to pull her head back a little bit, she felt the hands behind her head drive her forward until she had swallowed the entire shaft. That's when Jim blurted out the last instruction. "She said to grasp your head and pull you forward until you deep throat me, telling you to suck on my Peter, and to then hold on for a championship ride." A championship ride is what he got all right. At the magic word, Bambi became Peter again. For one full minute Peter's mind was filled with horror as he attempted to disengage from his current activity. He tried to scream as his throat muscles rippled up and down the trapped cock. Two hands held him firmly in place as that cock shot cum down his spasming throat. When Jim released him and let his head fall back, Jim saw the look of revulsion and fear that was in the eyes of his conquest. For just a second the look brought a feeling of satisfaction to Jim, then the eyes changed and Bambi smiled, licked her lips and swallowed. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "You really know how to take a girl. Would you like to fuck me now?" Jim gasped, "I don't think I could get it hard again for a few minutes." Bambi just smiled and said, "Let me work on it. I'll bet I can get it up and inside of me in less than five minutes." She was a woman of her word. Five minutes later she was bent over the polished mahogany desk, her arms outstretched with Jim sliding up inside of her gorgeous ass. He had let her suck him hard again, then he had procured leather wrist cuffs which he buckled tightly to each arm at the wrist. He had then pulled her down across the desk and using some strong rope had tied each cuff to a desk leg, forcing her down across the top of the desk with her arms widely spread. "I don't think you will get free of that," he gloated, and now here we go again. He plunged into her from the back side, driving himself up into her. She gasped as he began to plunge in and out, this time taking hold of her ample hips for leverage. This time as he neared his climax he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Take me all the way up your ass. Clinch your muscles tightly and give my Peter a good ride." For one minute, he felt the body beneath him tense and then begin to buck like a woman in the throes of a mighty orgasm. Up and down and back and forth this woman gave him a ride like a bucking bronco. Never had he had such a ride. Then as he came, she seemed to climax herself. At least the body settled down and Bambi began to coo again. Later, when they had come back downstairs, Bambi had sought out June and told her the entire story. When June had whispered "Peter" into Bambi's ear, Peter had taken over and he related how he had reacted to what he called his rape. He was totally disgusted with having to have sex with a man, and he planned to get out of here and never let it happen again. That was when June told him of the fate she had planned for him. She told him that she and Jim had been having a bit of an affair for several months and that Jim had offered to marry her if she got a divorce. She had now decided that not only was that a great idea, but that she could get an even better deal if she through Bambi into the mix. She was going to let Jim in on the secret. She would be free of Peter who would just disappear. She would get to keep all of their assets and would get her hands on Jim's riches as well. She would be very wealthy very soon and would be able to control both Peter and Jim. If not, she always knew where the alteration shop was located, and two blonde bombshells would be even better than one. Peter on the other hand would now be Bambi for good, and even better as Jim had agreed to hire her on a permanent basis as a private secretary. June let Peter know that as Bambi she would spend her days in sexy outfits, flirting with all the guys. Tight sweaters over bullet bras, waist cinching corsets, stockings clipped to sexy garter belts, short skirts and skyscraper heels with narrow spikes and pointed toes would be her constant attire. Her evenings would be spent servicing the guys, all of them, night after night. Each one of them would be told the truth of the situation, and each one of the men would be certain to make a comment about his "Peter" while he fucked this lovely package. He would spend his days coming on to men as Bambi and turning them on. He would spend his nights as Bambi, full of cocks as they plunged into him from each end, sometimes both at the same time. It would be a hell for him as he dwelt helplessly inside the body of this dumb blonde bombshell, knowing that each and every time some one came it would be Peter, male, homophobic, egotistical Peter, who would be the recipient of all that male spend. June used his name frequently as she explained all of this horror to him, keeping him in Peter mode. As she finished, he turned on his highly arched pointed toe and started to run. He smacked right into Jim who had come up behind him and who now wrapped his arms around the sultry bundle of sexy curves. "Going somewhere, gorgeous?" Jim whispered in first Peter's then Bambi's ear? He put his arm around her waist and guided her along towards the beckoning elevators. "We have a little party planned upstairs," he told her. "Just you, me, the wrist cuffs and a half dozen of our most macho sales people. I'm sure our mutual friend will just love joining us at the climactic moments." Was it Bambi or Peter who glanced back at June? Was that lust or fear in those deep blue eyes? June smiled to herself for only she knew the answer. She and Peter, of course.