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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 3 Jeremy walked confidently through the doors of Macy's department store. This was in sharp contrast to how he actually felt. In fact Jeremy was wondering if this really was such a good idea. The cab ride to the mall had been pleasant. Jeremy had gotten to see some of the city he now resided in and the driver had pointed out some of the points of interest. Jeremy thought the whole trip that the driver was going to remark on his appearance or say something about his behavior. In fact the only thing the driver had said along those lines was that for a beautiful lady like her he would be sure and be back to pick her up if she knew what time she wanted him there. Jeremy had of course declined since he really didn't know how long he was going to be inside. Jeremy tried to tell himself not to be so nervous, that he'd been around people nearly two weeks. During that time no one had said anything about his appearance and behavior. The only one who had was still in the hospital. Even then the comment was a compliment although a very offensive and demeaning one. Jeremy decided to just walk through the mall and see what was there - trolling so to speak. It had been at least three years since Jeremy was at a mall - ever since they'd moved to that farm. At first he felt like he was in any other mall he had been to. It had the typical anchors and strip shops. It was about then Jeremy started to notice things -smells for instance. Some he noticed were very subtle. Others were so obvious they were obnoxious. He finally realized why it seemed so different when he got to the bath and lotions shop. The fragrance was very slight but he was able to follow a particular scent all the way to a specific chamomile lotion. There it seemed to be the most relaxing scent. He ended up buying it and the bubble bath as well as a candle and two other sets. Then Jeremy seemed to notice colors. Although bubblegum pink and black seemed to be the predominant colors there were others as well. Some made Jeremy feel nauseous. Others provoked feelings of euphoria or melancholy. This carried over into his observations about people. He realized that the color and pattern combinations of people provoked an emotional response also. It was Frederick's of Hollywood that really elicited a response. Jeremy was scanning the mall looking at people. He wasn't really thinking about anything in particular. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. A deep plum peignoir hung on a mannequin. The peignoir was nearly sheer with a very thin gold metallic thread running around every edge including the long renaissance styled bell sleeves. A single gold button that looked like a large old coin held the two sides together at the sternum. Around the mannequin's crotch was a burnished gold lame' thong panty. The thong was two inches wide at the waistband. By the time it was midway to the back it was a gold strand like the waistband. In the front were four discs about the size of dimes that were suspended like charms where the waistband and thong met. Finally, the mannequin's head sported a headband of the same gold thread as the waistband. The same charms hung from the headband. They were spaced evenly all around the headband. Jeremy saw there was something on the charm. He leaned closer to see. As soon as he recognized the image he blushed. It was a silhouette of a woman. Each one showed a hologram of a woman in a different position for lovemaking. The ones on the thong showed different methods a woman could be pleasured there. At first Jeremy thought that it would look really sexy on some woman. He thought that it looked rich and luxurious even though it was very revealing. Then he thought that it would look sexy on him. Jeremy was shocked by the thought. Did he want to be sexy? Could he be? But wasn't he a boy? These thoughts ran repeatedly through his head. Maybe he would want to look sexy sometime but he did not want to now. He did notice a warm almost empty feeling in his crotch. He was beginning to realize that was when he was aroused, kind of like almost getting an inverse erection. After Jeremy was back in the mall he was wondering why this mall seemed to be so different with all of the things it had. There were scents and colors he'd never experienced before. Each one seemed to have its own thrill. Victoria's Secret was almost overwhelming with its vibrant scents and enticing colors. He did manage to thread his way through without becoming nauseous from the scents. He also managed to get some important information in the fitting rooms too. There was something different to experience at every storefront. It was then that Jeremy realized that it wasn't the mall that was different. It was he. He was the one that was different. He was the one that had developed a more sensitive nose, an appreciation of color and an emotional component to each of these things. With this sudden insight Jeremy set out to enjoy this experience. He was beginning to understand why this was such an appealing activity to his mother. Jeremy decided to go find a pair of tennis shoes and pair of dress shoes. He needed something that he could wear when he was not in the factory and for trips like this to the mall. He also wanted something more appropriate for going places because Jeremy had decided he was getting claustrophobic up in his room day after day. With that in mind he set off for the Footlocker. Picking out tennis shoes is not hard for a boy, Jeremy decided, but for a girl it was impossible. There were white, pink and blue shoes. There were white shoes with pink stripes and blue stripes. There were canvas shoes, walking shoes, running shoes and cross-trainers. Jeremy's head was spinning. Finally he chose to get a simple pair of white cross-trainers for everyday purposes. Jeremy also had to admit that what made the exercise even more confusing was the man that helped him. The man had complimented him at every turn. How pretty his hair looked. How green his eyes and how they sparkled. How slim his legs were. It had left Jeremy confused. Jeremy liked the idea that he was attractive. He liked the attention he was getting. It made him feel nice inside. But Jeremy thought that if they knew he was a guy they would've stopped. He didn't want to lose the attention. A guy wasn't supposed to like the attention - at least that kind. It also wasn't supposed to leave him with that warm moist empty feeling below. Jeremy was still determined to find a pair of dress shoes. At Macy's he went to the shoe section. There he was able to get a pretty sales girl to help him. She just added to Jeremy's confusion. The woman was about Jeremy's apparent age. She had shoulder length wavy black hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin. She wore a yellow blouse with vertical stripes fashioned from small blue flowers. She also had on hip-hugger flare pants made of black knit. Her shoes were black ankle boots with two-inch heels. He thought her eye makeup was a little heavy but he liked the effect of the two tones of eye shadow that blended across the eyes. It created an exotic look. He also liked the darker shade of lip gloss outlining her lips. Jeremy explained that he was looking for shoes to wear to the movies or for a casual dinner. "What do you want to wear them with?" the girl asked. "Probably some jeans or a pair of slacks," Jeremy replied thinking about what was in his closet. "I have just the thing!" the girl said. She led Jeremy over to a section of the wall and pulled down a pair of black velvet pumps. They had a square toe and a two-inch heel. Jeremy looked at them skeptically. "If the heel's too small, we've got them with a taller heel," the girl said helpfully. "I guess I'll try them," Jeremy said. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but these shoes although definitely thick and heavy looking still looked feminine. It just wasn't the same as when he'd gotten a pair of dress shoes before as a boy. Even though these were larger they still seemed somehow daintier. He didn't like it at all. The girl quickly got his size, which he'd found out over at the FootLocker. Jeremy sat down in a chair. He took off the new tennis shoes and let the girl help him put on the pumps. As she was working Jeremy realized he could see down her blouse to the band holding her bra cups together. The gentle and firm swell of her light brown skin was enticing. He could even see where her nipple dimpled the thin fabric of her bra cup. At first Jeremy thought it was exciting to see down this girl's blouse. He thought he was excited because he should be excited to see something so intimate. The salesgirl was very attractive. But Jeremy realized he saw breasts every day - six of them. His top pair was significantly larger than the salesgirl's were. His middle pair was just as firm as hers and about the same size. The lowest pair, he had discovered at Victoria's, were probably a size A cup. Somehow he didn't see how he could get aroused about having the same topography as the girl in front of him. On the other hand would hers feel as soft and malleable as his did? Would her breasts if touched make her feel like he did sometimes - wet, empty rather than full and about to burst like he used to? Suddenly Jeremy wasn't as excited anymore. He didn't know why he felt that way. He was a guy who should enjoy looking at a pretty girl wasn't he? Jeremy stood up and tried walking in the shoes. It seemed to pinch around his arch. He asked the girl about it. She went and got a different size. Again she bent down and Jeremy was able to see down her blouse again. This time the effect was much, much less electrical than before. "Are you from around here?" the girl asked. "I'm new here. I just moved here two weeks ago," Jeremy said, "My shoes got lost in the move." "Oh, well these are on sale. Buy one pair and the second pair is half off," she said. "These are okay for a date or even dancing but if you think you might do a lot of walking you may want to get a pair of flats." "Flats?" Jeremy asked. He was trying to understand what she was talking about. "Sure. They're really great. I've got a pair for when I've been on my feet the last day or two or when it's that time of the month," she said. To Jeremy they were just a pair of plain black loafers. What he'd originally kind of thought about getting for shoes. Yet again they just looked somehow feminine. They also somehow weren't as pretty on his feet as the pumps. He looked down at the shoes on his feet. He looked in the mirror at the shoes. The flats were - practical, just plain practical. He realized that he was going to end up getting both pair. But he tried to talk himself out of it. "I don't think I'll be doing any dancing. I don't even know where anyone would go." Jeremy half said to himself. "Oh well the best place to go is the Iron Spike," the girl said, "When I'm feeling like I really want to be indulged that's the best place to go. There's always someone there willing to spend a few dollars on a sexily dressed girl." "Well I don't have too much in the way of sexy. I don't go out much," Jeremy half-whined, half mumbled. "Oh! Well I know just the dress. I saw it yesterday and they just put it on the rack today. You'll absolutely love it. It's a Lycra knit tube dress. It's satin black with little flecks of black glitter. It flashes without being blinding. You'll love it and it will go perfect with these pumps or even a pair of boots in colder weather," the salesgirl said enthusiastically, "I can take you over and show it to you if you like?" "No, that's fine," Jeremy said. "Shall I put the flats with the pumps in the same bag?" the girl asked. "Yes," Jeremy sighed. He really liked the way the new pumps had looked on his feet. He also wanted the more practical flats. He consoled himself by saying to himself, "They're on sale." Jeremy paid for his purchases with the credit card Lisa had obtained for them. He showed his driver's license - which identified him as Jeri Kimberly Knight, female, redhead, green eyes, five feet- four inches, and one hundred five pounds. It even had a photo of his face. He really did need to remember to ask Lisa how she got them. Jeremy decided to go over to the dresses and see what they were like. Part of him wanted to see what it was like to have one on. Part of him balked at the idea saying he wasn't a sissy. He was a boy! He wasn't a girl, and real boys don't wear girl's clothes! The other part of him countered, right now I don't have any real boy parts do I? In fact I have an excess of girl parts. He found the dress the sales girl was telling him about. On the hanger it looked about a little larger than one of his tube tops. It obviously stretched to be larger. He used a couple of dresses on nearby racks to gauge his size. He figured he was somewhere between a petite size two and seven. He took a size four to the fitting rooms. At first Jeremy almost stopped right there when he saw women were standing in front of a mirror next to the rooms' entrance. There was no way he was going to go out of the dressing room with this dress on. When he got inside though he saw each room had its own mirror. Surmising how tight the dress might fit, Jeremy stripped down to his thong panty. He was surprised at how easily he was able to remove the corset this time. He stood for a minute once again checking himself out in the mirror. He quickly skipped over his multiple breasts. The larger D cup firm upper pair, the B cup sized middle pair and the size A cup bottom pair were almost becoming familiar to him. His nipples in the cooler air were hard points standing up on the outermost tops of each breast - each pointing off to the side. The breast flesh hid his ribs. The tops of his hipbones however were prominently displayed. Between them was a flat stomach with a slight convex swell that curved to the smooth expanse between his legs. The naked folds of which were hidden behind the cloth panel of the thong. His legs were slim but unmistakably feminine with the characteristic gentle tapering curve from rounded hips to slim ankles. Jeremy thought once again that his hips were too wide and his shoulders too narrow. He noticed that the nail polish on his toes was chipped and flaking. He was going to have to do something about it. Part of him was disgusted with himself for letting Lisa talk him into doing his toenails. He also had to admit that it looked good on his feet. Jeremy took the black lycra spandex knit dress off the hanger and stepped into it. He had to stretch the material to get it up to his thighs. Then he began to slide and shimmy the top up his body. It seemed like it was a special task to get it over each pair of boobs. Then he had to pull and slide the tube up over the last pair so that they weren't being squeezed out at the top. When the dress finally was in place the top was nestled under his armpits, over his breasts, and across his shoulder blades. The bottom hem came to mid-thigh. Between the top and bottom Jeremy felt like he was wrapped in cellophane. He concentrated on smoothing out the wrinkles so the black sequin knit was as smooth as a car's finish. Jeremy looked into the mirror and gasped. The Lycra tube held him so tight that every curve, line and bump made the dress literally look painted on. The lines of his thong were plainly visible across his hips and disappearing down the crack between his rear cheeks. Each nipple bump was a sharp point in the dress so that even the areolas seemed to show through the material. Each breast was a clearly defined swelling in the fabric; so much so that although the valley between was not plainly visible it was noticeably present. Jeremy was stunned by his own image in the mirror. It was hard for him to accept that the exotic beauty in the mirror was himself. He turned this way and that trying to see every curve from every angle. He recognized that it wouldn't matter if he looked more like a normal girl or not. This dress called to guys as if it was a distress signal calling the coast guard. The thing was Jeremy realized that he liked the way he looked in the dress. It surprised him that he thought he could really wear a dress like this in public if he looked more like a 'real' girl. He thought that he would really like to wear it somewhere that he would not look totally out of place. Jeremy finally decided that the reason he liked the dress so much and was willing to go out in public in it was how it made him feel. In the dress he knew he looked stunning. He knew that no one could overlook him, shun him, or ridicule him in that dress. Jeremy felt his self esteem rise considerably. "Well if I can't wear this to the Iron Spike, why not something else like it?" Jeremy thought. He rolled the dress off. Got dressed and went out to look the racks over. After a lot of looking Jeremy found two outfits he liked. One was a black knit skirt and matching blouse-jacket. The jacket had gold embroidery on the lapels, which he thought was really pretty if a bit feminine. The jacket was full enough in the front that you could not see his breasts through the mid- section. The jacket came down to just below his butt. The skirt fit tight across his rear and only came to mid-thigh. It was sexy enough to catch the eye without being overtly risqu?. The second outfit Jeremy found was a pantsuit. It was an antique or buttermilk white color. The pants were fashioned into wide legged opaque rayon. Over them was laid a sheer panel that was split up the sides, front and back to the tops of his thighs. The effect was mesmerizing to Jeremy because when he stood with his legs together it appeared that he had on a long floor length skirt. When he walked it appeared that he had a daringly split dress and yet all the while he was in a pair of pants. The blouse added to the effect because it had a Victorian collar made of the same sheer material as floated around his legs. The sheer d?colletage came down across the tops of his breasts so that his cleavage was partially exposed without revealing his corset. The same sheer material also formed bell sleeves except for the tight fitting cuffs, which matched the bodice, and extended about a third up his arms. The bodice was made of the same opaque rayon as the pants. This was embroidered in a mother of pearl paisley pattern down the front. Small pearl like buttons fastened from the top of the collar all of the way down to the bottom at the tops of his thighs. The buttons were spaced about one inch apart. As Jeremy paid for the outfits he realized he was going to need another pair of shoes for the white outfit. This time he chose a set of spiked- heeled pumps that matched the color of the pantsuit. He ended up with a pair of heeled knee-high leather boots too. After Jeremy finished at Macy's he strolled through the mall once more. At the food court he decided to get something to eat. At first he wanted to go get the Double Whopper with cheese and supersize fries because it had been so long since he had one. As he got closer to the front of the line though, the smell appealed to him less and less. He ended up stopping in front of a fast food Japanese outlet and getting a teriyaki chicken bowl and steamed broccoli. It was more than enough. Jeremy sighed when he looked down at the half full bowl. He wondered if anything would ever be the same to him again. Dressing, bathing, eating, all of these things were different. What was so frustrating was it was always just a little different. It was never a lot different or exactly the same just a little different. He got up and went to deposit his trash. As he got to the bin an older gentleman was emptying his trash. As he finished he held the bin door flap open, "Allow me" he said. Jeremy flashed the man a smile, "Thanks," he said. Then after walking a little distance away sighed again. No one ever did that for him when he was a guy. Like he couldn't do it for himself now. When he was a guy he had done it for girls, it had been almost expected. He wondered if other girls ever thought it made them seem as incapable as he felt it did to him. It was frustrating too because he knew the man had just been showing good manners and been courteous. Perhaps even the man had been pleased that he'd been able to do something that had earned him a smile from a pretty young woman. As Jeremy passed by the opening to another of the mall's anchors he saw the makeup counter. Although he loathed what he was about to do, he knew it might be one of the best places to go get some free makeup advice. As the makeup girl finished totaling the cost of the makeup Jeremy examined himself once again in the mirror. The young woman in the mirror looked exotic and attractive. It was also easy for Jeremy to disassociate himself from the image. When he looked at the girl that way there were two words that sprang to mind - haunted, innocent. Jeremy figured the later was just due to youth. But the former could only be because he was so afraid someone would discover his secrets. When the clerk announced the total for his makeup purchases Jeremy nearly choked. Two hundred forty seven dollars and fifty-two cents was twelve weeks of feeding animals. More than he would ever see. Jeremy realized that in a few short hours he'd just spent more money than his mom paid on the house mortgage each month. It suddenly dawned on him that it was no wonder his mother had never bought a fancy dress or was concerned when he tore his pants at school. Jeremy began to wonder if he could afford to spend as much as he had. Lisa had said not to worry before but he was worrying now. Jeremy saw that some of the stores looked like they were getting ready to close. He started to worry about getting home. He would have to call a cab. He asked the salesgirl where a phone was and she directed him to the restrooms. Jeremy struggled to get his packages out of the cab and paid the man his fare. "This isn't a safe place to be, out here all alone," the cab driver said. "I could come up with you and make sure everything's okay "I'm not alone. We have security and my sister lives here too," Jeremy replied, "Thanks though." "Sure," the cabby said just before he sped off. Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief. The whole trip this guy had made Jeremy nervous. It seemed like the driver was constantly staring at him. Now Jeremy gathered up his purchases and headed into the plant. The gate eerily rolled open as Jeremy turned towards it, his arms full of bags with dresses, shoes and makeup. When he passed through the gate it began to roll closed. As Jeremy walked across the broken asphalt pavement to the vestibule he thought, "I don't remember us putting in an automatic gate." Likewise when Jeremy got to the vestibule door, it also opened automatically. Jeremy was grateful that the door opened for him with his arms full of his purchases. It was still unnerving though, especially when the door to the plant opened as well. Lisa was sitting there waiting for him. The single sensor panel that Jeremy had come to think of as her eye was focused on him. Jeremy mentally braced himself and entered through the door. "Hi Lisa. Thanks for getting the doors for me. When did you install the door openers?" Jeremy said. "Jeremy, do you know how worried I was. Do you have any idea what you put me through? How could you just take off like that? And you left your kimmunicator purposefully behind. What if you'd needed me? How could I have known?" Jeremy felt guilty for abandoning Lisa. He knew it'd been wrong to just take off but he'd also needed to get away for a minute. "Lisa, I'm sorry. You're right it was wrong just to take off like that but I really needed to get away." "Where'd you go?" Lisa asked. She didn't need to know because once Jeremy bought the tennis shoes at Foot Locker she knew exactly where he was. In fact she'd been watching him through the ATM camera when he walked up to the machine to get some cash for his dinner and the trip home. "The mall. I needed to get some things," Jeremy replied. Jeremy walked over to the stairs leading up to his loft residence. "Why didn't you tell me?" Lisa said, "I could have ordered them for you." "Because I needed to get out of here for a while. Lisa, I'm not a machine. I'm not even part machine like you. I need time to socialize, to relax, to feel like I'm a person. More than anything else, I suppose, is I need to find out who I am. I need to find out if I can ever get back to who I was. I can't do that working fourteen hour days here." As Jeremy marched up the stairs she followed him with her eyes. She also listened to Jeremy's heartbeat as well as studying his body language. She could tell he was under a lot of stress and very intense about what he was saying. She just wasn't sure if it was because of the confrontation or what he was thinking and feeling. She rolled over to the lift to take her upstairs rather than negotiating the stairway. It might give Jeremy time to relax. Jeremy went through the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Lisa was coming up to talk to him some more. But, suddenly he was feeling better. He realized he'd finally told her some things he'd been feeling lately. Jeremy went over to the armoire and took out the knit tube dress immediately. He wanted that in the closet before Lisa arrived. He didn't think he could explain to himself much less her how a guy, like himself, could even think of wearing much less buying such a thing. The others were much more modest. "Jeremy, I can understand your need to get out. I just don't like not being able to get a hold of you or knowing where you're at," Lisa said when she'd arrived in the apartment. "Alright Lisa. That was unfair of me just to take off. I won't do it again. I'll make sure I take the kimmunicator with me too. I just don't want you calling me every five minutes to ask what I'm doing or when I'll be home," Jeremy said. Jeremy was putting the pantsuit away and had his face in the closet, when he continued, "I'm going out tomorrow night too." Lisa knew something was up when she detected Jeremy's heartbeat increasing seven point one three five percent. "I suppose that makes sense because it'll be Friday night. Where are you going?" Lisa asked casually. "I'm going to the Iron Spike. I was told it was the best place to meet people my age," Jeremy replied. "You mean teenagers?" she asked. "No! Of course not. Don't be dense. Young adults - people over twenty- one years of age," Jeremy replied. "But you're not twenty-one. You're not even sixteen," Lisa replied. "What makes you think you can go there?" "Because I look at least eighteen and my driver's license shows I'm twenty-one. And according to you, all my records are one hundred percent authentic and show that I really am twenty-one. You also said that there are no gaps so my records show a complete history," Jeremy replied. "Well yeah that part's true, but you're not really that old. How do you know how to act around them?" Lisa said. "Same way I always have. People have always said I acted mature for my age. Now when people see me they see an adult. Even if I acted like a child they'd just say I was being immature. Look, for nearly two weeks I've been telling construction and factory workers how to build this plant. No one ever said I was irresponsible or acting like a child," Jeremy told her unflinchingly. "What are you going to wear?" Lisa asked. "Either this pant suit or this black skirt suit," Jeremy said as he pulled the two items from their bag. "A dress!? You're going to wear a dress?" Lisa asked. Secretly she was very surprised and pleased. It appeared that Jeremy was beginning to accept his current gender status well enough to accept society's standards for his apparent sex. "Well, why not? I'm wearing a girl's thong, a girl's corset, a girl's T- shirt, and a girl's jeans. I have on makeup, nail polish and my hair done just like a girl. I have a girl's figure, a girl's vagina, and a girl's breasts. In fact the only difference seems to be I have more breasts than any two girls together and I have the mind of a fourteen year old boy," after a pause, "I think." Jeremy intoned. "So I think I can wear a dress." Lisa let the remark about his mind pass for now. "Well, it makes no diff to me," Lisa replied as she flashed her hologram wearing a similar outfit as the dress, only in fire engine red. "I think it looks nice. I would've ordered one a long time ago but, the way you squawked about scrunchies and thongs made me think you'd never wear one." "I've had a right to yell. Every time I turn around you either want me to look like a slut or some sort of dominatrix or a slave," Jeremy said primly. "Besides I like being able to choose for myself. I can shop you know. By the way, thanks for the corsets. They fit perfectly and they are much more comfortable than wearing a tube top all of the time." "What else did you get?" Lisa asked. Jeremy showed Lisa the shoes, boots and makeup he purchased. He avoided the other dress without actually saying so. "How are you going to get there anyway? It's not like you can drive," Lisa asked. "Taxi, although I hope I don't get another sleaze driver like the one that brought me home tonight. The one that took me to the mall was really great. It'd be nice if it was him," Jeremy replied. "What time are you leaving?" Lisa asked. "I'll probably leave around 8:00 p.m." Jeremy said. Now that he had everything put away he began to get undressed and ready for bed. Although he tried to be nonchalant about it, Jeremy turned away from his sister. It still made him nervous to be naked in front of her. His mind knew that technically they were now the same sex and it should make no difference, if a machine had a sex. But his heart refused to accept what his mind told him. Sometimes he also had the feeling that secretly Lisa was a voyeur and enjoyed watching him. He had not seen anything that showed she was watching him it was just a feeling he had. He also knew that darkness and walls didn't necessarily stop Lisa; after all she knew he had four ovaries before he did. When Lisa had been in a wheelchair he'd had the impression that she was maneuvering to watch either him or his mother. Now that she was in her shell he did not think those desires had changed if anything they may have intensified since she did not have any physical contact with anyone. Not that Jeremy had done much self-exploring as a young male but now with his own alien body and Lisa's apparent interest in him, he'd avoided anything that involved sexual arousal or exploration. He was curious about himself but, he was experiencing feelings that he'd just never had before. He did not know if they were strange or common. He did not know if they were just as strong or intense for other girls, or just him. Jeremy stood at the gate handing out pay checks to the workers that were at the plant that day. Those checks that were designated for workers that had already been turned back to the union hall had been given to a representative who would take them to the hall either to be picked up there or mailed to the members. He was surprised at how respectful each of the men was to him. There was some innocent flirting such as "Any big plans?" "We'll be at the Ace's Hole if you're thirsty." "Want to shoot some pool?" Nothing said was as obnoxious as the other day with Moose. In fact it was as if the men were more relaxed around him because they knew exactly where the line was and appreciated her for standing up for herself and showing them what she would accept or not. As the last person left, Jeremy closed the gate and breathed a sigh of relief. It had seemed the day had taken forever to get through. True Jeremy had been busy, with colors, invoices and paychecks. However he'd been watching the clock. Part of him wanted the day to go fast and part wanted it to pass slowly. If he was going to go to the Iron Spike he wanted to get ready and go. Half the time during the day he'd been ready to decide to stay home and watch some video or HBO movie on the TV. Now his diminutive safety boots crunched on the gravel as he made his way back to the loft. Up in his apartment Jeremy started a hot bath. He wanted to wash the dirt and grime from the plant off. He'd decided that he was going to do the whole Calgon thing from the beginning. He added a capful of the chamomile bath oil he bought yesterday to the water. His body seemed to be saying it needed this. As the water filled in the tub, he laid out on the sofa the black dress suit. Next to it he placed the exotic paisley corset, black stockings and an emerald green thong. Since it was cooler outside now that it was definitely fall he chose to wear the black boots. Jeremy stripped off his shirt, corset, jeans, boots, socks and thong. He put his hair up because of the oil even though he was planning to wash it. Jeremy picked up the Marie Claire and Seventeen magazines he bought yesterday and stepped into the tub. He pulled the white shower curtain around and slipped down into the water. As the water caressed over his skin and the heat soaked into his body Jeremy felt his muscles relaxing. He lay back and let the water envelope him in a soothing flow. Slowly tension, worry and the noise of his own mind eased out of him. As he relaxed Jeremy asked himself why he hadn't done this before. He had tried a bath once or twice but he always worried that Lisa was going to come in. Sometimes he felt like he wasn't getting clean if he laid in the water. The shower had been fine but its stinging spray had only helped to perk him up in the morning. Jeremy grabbed a magazine and began to read an article about how to achieve professional nail results on home pedicures and manicures. When he was done he grabbed the other magazine and read the article about how to make your eyes look glamorous. There was also an article about simple hair fixes. Lisa watched from the wireless zoom camera as Jeremy climbed into the tub. It was one of many cameras she watched. Thermal imaging showed Jeremy's temperature was elevated zero point two seven seven seven seven eight degrees centigrade. She was however very curious about her brother's behavior. This activity now was perhaps the most overtly feminine she had observed. It seemed that he was experimenting with being female. She thought this was a good sign. She wondered if he would try and go too far. Lisa calculated that between the articles, bath, hair, makeup and dressing that Jeremy would be getting ready a minimum of three point one two hours. This would give her time to get several activities done without Jeremy being aware. Moreover Lisa estimated Jeremy would be out for a minimum of four point two five hours and perhaps as many as six point five. This gave her plenty of time to perform a critical test. She executed several instructions to her robot drones. Suddenly and quietly pallets of drums began to be stacked on top of each other. The drums formed a walled enclosure fifteen meters thick around a three point two five meter diameter ring. The ring was precisely zero point three three meters in diameter. While drones formed the surrounding walls others connected tubing, bands and electrical leads to those that wrapped the ring. Two large high voltage cables were suspended from the ring to the ceiling. Large one point seven five meter isolators suspended the cables from the ceiling to a high voltage main breaker. The main breakers connected to a substation that fed electricity from the power company grid to the plant. Jeremy finished reading the article on makeup. He flipped through the magazine a minute. He snorted at the article about "What guys really want." and the one titled, "How to get his attention." The bath water was now cool. Jeremy tossed the magazine over the edge and drained some of the water. Turning on the water and using the hand wand he soaked his hair. Jeremy sniffed the shampoo before adding it to his hair. What he really liked about it was its very light fragrance. It was almost unnoticeable. The same was true of the conditioner. While the conditioner soaked in his hair Jeremy used a loofa sponge on his elbows and heels. He thought it was a bit much but he liked the results. Where he used the sponge his skin looked fresh, healthy and vibrant. Jeremy rinsed the conditioner from his hair. He continued to rinse the suds from his body. As a stream from the nozzle struck a nipple Jeremy shivered. He did his best to control the reaction but the pleasure was too intense. It was even worse when he reached down to rinse the soap from the folds between his legs. The spray caused him to gasp when it struck the nub at the front of his slit. As he ran a finger between to be sure everything was rinsed a moan escaped involuntarily. Jeremy wanted to continue and willed himself to stop. His body seemed more sensitive today. He thought he felt more desire to be touched but it was probably just the excitement of going out. Jeremy made sure the soap was completely rinsed off his legs and feet before turning off the water. He dried himself quickly. It was just a fleeting observation but he was still reminded how different he was now as he dried between his legs. He realized if he'd been as abrupt there before, he would have kneeled in pain. On the other hand rubbing the towel across his front evoked pain and pleasure. Sometimes a thread caught and it felt like a nipple was being ripped off. Other moments felt as if a caress was encouraging the peaks to stretch higher and further. This only made them more sensitive as the hard points ached from the tension. Jeremy wrapped the towel around his torso, just under his armpits. He grabbed a second towel and ran it over his hair. Finally he wrapped the towel around his hair turban style. Grabbing the magazines Jeremy went over to the sofa and ottoman. There was a box there like a fishing tackle box. Jeremy pulled out three colored bottles, a sheet with designs and a set of clippers and emery board. Jeremy began by trimming his toenails. He referred to the magazine as he worked on buffing the edges smooth and smoothing the cuticles. Then Jeremy placed the foam rubber toe spreader on his foot. For Jeremy this was nothing new in the process. He had done this for Lisa dozens of times. He'd done this for his mom too. He just never imagined doing this for himself. He placed a coat of metallic emerald green polish on each toe. While that was drying he went through the same process for his fingernails. As he looked at the color on his nails they flashed through various colors predominantly blue, black, and green again. It also had a hint of yellow and red. The colors reminded him of those seen on some large flying beetles. He really liked the way they flashed. Jeremy removed from the sticker sheet a silver rampant unicorn. He placed it on his large toenail. He removed another one that faced the opposite direction and placed it on the other large toenail. With his feet together the two unicorns faced each other. At the edge of each toenail he placed a single chevron stripe. While he waited for the stripes to dry he placed a second coat on his fingernails. Once he was satisfied that his fingernails were sufficiently hard he added a clear coat polish over each of his toes. According to the article this was supposed to protect the underlying polish and make the whole thing last longer. It also would protect the combatant unicorns. Now that Jeremy had his nails finished he got dressed in the green and gold paisley corset. As it settled into place over his breasts he relished the feel of it holding him tight. The firmness about his waist and back felt comforting somehow. The soft silk cups that held each breast seemed warm and caressing. He could feel his breasts pushed firmly into them and the points of his nipples peaked the thin material. Even when he tried it on yesterday it had not felt this inviting to him. Now Jeremy pulled on the satin emerald green thong panty. He reflected for a moment that as a boy the first thing he'd always put on was his briefs and jeans. Now it appeared that the first thing he always wanted to cover were his breasts. Was it because he was uncomfortable with having them or because he knew they were the thing boys wanted to look at? Yet in this corset although his breasts were covered, they were prominently displayed. If anyone saw him in just this corset they would plainly see he had unusual breast development for a girl. Now Jeremy slipped a pair of black panty hose up over his legs. He had watched his mom deal with the hose once or twice and knew that he had to bunch them together first. He of course knew how easy it was to get a tear or 'run' in them as his mother called it. This pair was a sheer black with an ivy leaf pattern running up them. He knew they only called more attention to his legs but they had appealed to him. He had decided that if he was going to dress up as a girl that he was going to go in full costume. In fact with each item Jeremy put on it was like he was putting on a costume for a party or putting on a uniform for a special mission. Each piece had a purpose. Jeremy went over to his bathroom mirror and removed the towel from his hair, which was now close to dry. He propped the magazine with the article about hair styling against the wall and sink top. He proceeded to try to tease, flip and curl his bangs and on top. Jeremy was less than pleased with the results but it did stand up some and look somewhat fluffy. The back was easier to style so that the natural waves in his hair fell down across his back and shoulders. Finally, he took the curling iron and added a tight curl to tendrils at his temples. He wasn't sure if it really looked right and decided that he'd be better off just trying to flip it back in a feathered look. Jeremy sighed as he looked in the mirror. It was okay it just didn't look like the picture that he'd wanted to copy. He knew he was going to have to practice. He'd also decided that two styles he needed to learn were the French braid and a bun. Maybe tomorrow he could practice a little after doing the house cleaning. Now Jeremy pulled out the makeup he'd purchased yesterday and flipped the magazine to another page. Since his face had been scrubbed in the bath he proceeded to add the foundation makeup. He proceeded step-by- step following the makeup girl's directions until he got to the eye shadow. Instead of applying just one color though, he added three shades so that he created a layering effect just like in the magazine. The effect was so surprising to Jeremy that he had to look twice to realize that the exotic looking beauty in the mirror was himself. Jeremy now went over to his bed and took the new dress suit off the hanger. He unzipped the skirt. And then carefully pulled it up his legs. He had to wiggle it a bit to get it over his hips. When he closed the zipper the skirt molded itself tightly to his buns and hips. The waistband tightened over his belly button. Jeremy smoothed the skirt over his legs. It occurred to him that mid-thigh might be a little short. Maybe it was fashionable but it was way shorter than the gym shorts he used to wear. It was too late now to change though. Jeremy sat on the sofa and pulled on the boots. It was supposed to get really cold tonight and he wanted to stay warm. Each boot molded itself to his leg. He stood up carefully on the three inch heels. At first when he saw them in the store he had thought he could not wear anything that tall. When he had them on though it was as if he'd worn them forever. Now he walked easily to the other corner where his blouse-jacket hung. He grabbed the blouse-jacket off the hanger. Once it was on he smoothed it down and then went over to examine himself in the mirror. The first thing Jeremy noticed was how attractive the woman in the mirror looked. The second thing he noticed was what was missing. Jeremy realized he had no earrings or a necklace or any jewelry at all. He thought that maybe he could stop somewhere on the way and pick up something that would work. The third thing he noticed was what was not noticeable. Just as in the store, the jacket fit tight enough to be trim and emphasized the shape of his upper breasts and the narrow waist. However the front was loose enough and with the buttons and trim it concealed the extra pairs of breasts below. Jeremy thought that he looked very smart looking. The jacket came down to the middle of his hips and butt. The skirt continued below the jacket to mid thigh. Below that were the black stockings and knee-high boots. He turned and twisted in various ways to see how he looked. His hair swished around from shoulder to shoulder and down across his back. The jacket shoulders were blocked and made his shoulders look wider. The tapering waist made his waist look flat and narrow while still making his hips look thinner. For the first time Jeremy thought that his hips were not too wide or his butt too big. Jeremy went over to his dresser and picked up a clutch purse. He added a small comb, compact, mascara, and lip-gloss. He also placed his ID, credit card and some cash in an inside pocket of the purse. Jeremy also made a point of placing his kimmunicator in the purse also. It was a tight fit but it worked. Jeremy started to walk like he normally did and almost twisted his ankle. Once he got his balance again he took much smaller and daintier steps. He practiced walking like they said in that film 'The Princess Diaries' that his sister and mom liked to watch all the time. At the door he grabbed a chocolate brown leather duster that Lisa had gotten for him when it first turned cold. He stepped out the door and cautiously made his way down the steps. Lisa was waiting for him at the bottom. "Hey," he said. He felt embarrassed to have her see him all dressed like this. "I called the cab. As it turned out the driver you liked was available and in the area so it wasn't a problem to get him specifically," Lisa said. Lisa's sensory systems were going over Jeremy thoroughly. She noted elevated heart rate, increased perspiration, flushed face, and nervous flexing of his hands. "That's cool. Thanks," Jeremy said. "It probably wouldn't hurt to give him an extra tip to let him know you appreciated his being available," Lisa said. She wanted to ask Jeremy how he was feeling and more importantly what he was feeling. "Sure. No Problem," he replied. Jeremy heard some stuff moving off in the distance. He asked, "What's going on?" "I've got to make some room for more equipment," Lisa replied casually and truthfully although not completely. "Who's back there working?" Jeremy asked. He started to wonder about the overtime costs. "No one. It's all automated. I'm controlling it through the wireless networks we've been installing on various pieces," Lisa said. "Really? I should go see. I bet it's really cool to watch," Jeremy said. "Not really. And it's not safe. I dropped a drum once when a hydraulic line lost pressure," Lisa said. It was an empty drum and not properly on the pallet. She had also dropped it in the metal recycling hopper. Lisa needed to change the subject, "When should I expect you back?" "Not before midnight. Probably some time after the place closes," Jeremy said. "Well call me and I'll have a cab pick you up," Lisa said. "Okay thanks," Jeremy said. It struck Jeremy this was a lot like being back at home. Jeremy crouched down keeping his legs together modestly like a girl, not like a guy. He looked directly into Lisa's visual sensor. "Lisa, look I can stay if you want. I mean this seems just like at home - me going off to school or to do some odd work and you staying behind. It's even worse with you stuck in a shell," Jeremy said. "Jeremy, it's not like that at all," Lisa said emphatically. "For one thing, I'm not stuck sitting in a chair waiting for someone to come feed me or change me or any of the other basic things you used to do for me. I can do a lot on my own. You don't know how much you've opened my world and the opportunities I do have because of you and that crazy box. I'm not going out right now because I have other things that I want to do. You have been through a tremendous change. You do need time to find out what that means to you. I realize I was probably wrong asking you to help do things into the late evening but I thought having something else to think about would help make the transition easier. I just wanted to help you." "Okay if you say so, Sis," Jeremy said, "And thanks I think it did help me just get over the shock of looking and being like a girl all of the time." "So do I call you sis and Jeri all of the time now?" Lisa asked. Jeremy stood up and looked off in the distance thinking it over. He just wasn't ready to give up being Jeremy. After all he still thought about and liked a lot of things that guys did. "Not yet, Sis. Maybe one day soon but I still think of myself as Jeremy. Not some girl named Jeri." "Your cab's waiting," Lisa said. She could see it on the camera and had called over the radio to tell the man that Jeri would be right out. "Alright, I'll see you later. Don't wait up for me," Jeremy called, not that he'd ever seen Lisa take a nap. She claimed she did - about one hour each night or early morning. Jeremy put on his duster and blew Lisa a kiss. Lisa's hologram appeared and did the same to him, only Jeremy felt a puff of air brush his cheek. "Oh my gosh! How did you do that?" he said. His hand reached up to brush his cheek where the air had touched him. "A bit of directed compressed air. I learned how to do it for cleaning some delicate parts," Lisa said. "Neat. Later," Jeremy waved and headed towards the door out to the waiting cab. Lisa watched Jeremy go through four different cameras around the plant. If macho men swagger and seductive women slink what Jeremy did was a combination that was altogether very seductive. Lisa thought to herself, "Jeremy, my bro, if you are not very careful tonight I think you may find yourself acting the role of a woman more than you want."