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Well, here it is - Chapter 4! Sorry about the incredibly long delay, but life always seems to throw something into your path that must be dealt with. My memory stick that had all of this story, as well as other 'works in progress' was lost, then found, and then had corrupted data. Anyway, I have restored the story as best as possible. I thank the many of you who have offered words of encouragement, some frustrated, but all appreciated! I apologize for the delay, and have taken steps to ensure that this doesn't happen again. You might have to re-read the previous chapters to help this flow better as I did not summarize the other chapters before starting this one. The Penny - part 4 Saturday morning I went tanning, came home, took my shower, and got ready to fly out west for my first visit. I had all the outfits packed and ready Friday night. I had the outfits for approval in one of those suitcases on wheels with a handle. I put on the same outfit I came home in so I wouldn't have to travel in a skirt or dress. My flight left on time and made the connection in Chicago without incident. I landed on time and took a taxi to the strip mall. I used my keys to let myself into the office, pulled my suitcase in, and locked the door behind me. Once in there, I saw that I still had an hour to kill, so I sat at the desk and began looking through it. An ordinary desk with nothing out of the ordinary in it. I called home. Lisa answered and asked where I was because the phone number that came up as private on caller I.D. I told her how everything went on the flights here. The take-offs and landings were the same this time as well. We talked for about twenty minutes before I had to get going. We said goodbye and I gathered my purse and suitcase on wheels. I went into the closet, locked the door, pressed the button, and walked down the stairs and hallway. When I came up in the parking garage I was about ten minutes early and the limo wasn't there yet. I only had to wait a few minutes before it pulled up. The driver came around, greeted me by 'Miss Tracey', opened my door for me, and put my suitcase in the trunk. I was bothered by him using 'miss' instead of 'Mr.' but I didn't say anything. I sat down and watched the people go by on the way to the doctors' office. At the office, I announced myself to the receptionist and she motioned for me to come in immediately. The nurse took my chart from the receptionist, showed me to a room, and gave me a gown as she asked me to take my shirt, bra, heels, and pants off. She had me step on the scale, but had me turn around so I couldn't see my weight or height measurements. I wasn't able to see my weight, but I saw a number that I thought might have been my height, but it couldn't be right. I saw 68. If that is inches, that means I've lost over 4 inches! After she left, I complied and sat on the exam table. It only took a few minutes for the doctor to come in. He asked the questions one would expect and my replies were as he expected. He then asked me to lie down so he could check my breasts. His prodding was rather hard and my breasts began to hurt. After that he prodded around my hips, abdomen, neck area, and my face. Once he appeared to be finished he smiled and shook his head to indicate he was quite pleased. He confirmed this and I asked him why he checked my hips and abdomen. He said that when I came in before, I was rather flabby and out of shape and he was just checking for muscle tone improvement. I asked about my Adam's apple. He said that was altered by the DNA procedure also. I also asked him about my nipples. He snickered a little and asked if they were causing a problem. I said that they weren't a problem, but I didn't realize that they would be so large and even hurt when they got hard. He only nodded with my explanation and said that what I am experiencing is completely normal. The only down side to the DNA procedure he developed is that the nipples would grow larger also. And in women, their nipples are already large enough, and this procedure makes them almost too large. But in my case, I would appear to have normal female nipples. He added that if I were to take the proper medication, I would be able to produce enough breast milk to feed two to three babies! This shocked me. I knew that these were my own breasts, but I didn't really think that I could produce milk! I could only hope that Mr. Lewis wasn't aware of this. He then got up, went over to a locked cabinet, and pulled a huge syringe and needle! As he approached me with it, I got very nervous and asked what that was for. As he pulled some tubular looking rods about an inch or so long he explained that he had to insert these every four months to keep my changes from advancing. Now I was shocked and worried. He explained that the DNA serum he developed and used on me has many possibilities, and unless I keep up on these inserts, my body could accept the changes as permanent and cause all sorts of problems. Or the DNA serum might continue on and change me even more. Either way, I would be in grave danger of serious issues, as this technology has not been tested beyond what I'm involved with. I asked about if something should happen to me and I miss a four-month appointment. He said that the medication actually lasts much longer, but to be safe, four months is fine. And if something should happen to him or he retire, he has an associate that helped him develop the DNA serum. And besides, Mr. Lewis owns the formula for the serum and the lab it was developed and made in, so regardless, I would have access to everything I needed. He cleaned and prepped an area on my side just below my rib cage. He slowly inserted the needle and then six of the little rods. When he was done, I couldn't even feel a lump. In fact, the area didn't even hurt. After he finished, he complimented me on doing so well with this. I thanked him and asked if I could get dressed. He obliged and left me to my business. Back at the reception desk, I was scheduled for another appointment to coincide with my August trip. I will make certain that I never miss the three-month appointments. I didn't really catch much on the drive out of L.A., but once on the highway, I remembered where I was. The drive was long and eventually fell asleep at least for a few minutes because I was startled awake when the limo pulled into the driveway. Same as last time, Karin was waiting at the door with a genuine smile and a 'welcome'. When I walked up to her, instead of taking my outstretched had to shake, she gave me a rather friendly hug. I was a little taken by this gesture, but still managed to return the hug. She ushered me into the house asking how I fared my last couple of weeks. I saw the driver carry my suitcase into the house, so I know that I wouldn't be without that. She asked about my flight in and drive while she poured me a glass of iced tea. She seemed genuinely concerned about me, how I'm doing, and she even complimented me on my dark tan. For the next hour, I told her quite a bit of the experience. Throughout my story, she smiled and laughed with me. For only knowing her a couple of days, I knew we could be friends. As she shown me to my room, she saw my suitcase and said that Mr. Lewis won't be coming this weekend, but she has everything she needs for me. She said that she would go through my suitcase tonight and have it ready for me in the morning. The room was as I left it. Once in, I laid back in the wingback chair, kicked my feet up on the ottoman, and rested for a while. I must have dosed off because it was nearly 5:00pm when I heard the light knock at my door. Karin peeked her head in and said that dinner would be ready in ten minutes and I still needed to weigh in. I told Karin to come in and that I was ready for the weigh in. I took my shoes off and stepped on the scale. Karin gave me a look then looked at the shoes. I rolled my eyes and said, " Aw, come on. I'm just standing on the scale." She shook her head and said "Sorry, Mr. Lewis' orders. Complete outfit at all times." I slipped on the heels and stepped back on the scale. Even fully dressed I lost 4lbs. Karin congratulated me and excused herself to finish dinner. I freshened up some then made my way down to the kitchen. Gary and Karin were just sitting down as I walked in. I said 'hello' and began to help myself. While we ate I talked with Gary as best as I could, but he was quiet and didn't bring on much conversation. Gary finished before Karin or I and excused himself saying he had a lot to finish up for the evening. I helped Karin clean up the kitchen while we talked. She was very easy to talk to. Once the kitchen was cleaned, we began walking up to my room. After we had entered the room, she asked if I was going to join her for a swim. I told her that I didn't have a swimsuit yet. But she knew better because she is the one that unpacked the clothes Mr. Lewis brought in. Without hesitating, she walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer that contained the swimsuits. She pulled out a one- piece, tossed it to me, and said that she would meet me back here in ten minutes and that I had better be ready. She then promptly turned around and was out the door before I could say anything. I knew she was okay with me, but I didn't want to wear a woman's swimsuit. I was still there when she knocked on the door and asked if it was okay for her to come in. I told her I was decent. When she seen that I was still in my clothes, she looked quite disappointed. She said that Gary didn't like to swim at all, and she loved to swim, but swimming by herself was just too boring to do anymore. This time she pleaded with me to join her. She said that she considered me a good friend and the last thing she would do laugh at me. I finally gave in and went to change in my bathroom. I've worn about every other kind of women's so far that a swimsuit shouldn't be a big deal. The only problem I have is trying to minimize my male bulge. I tried to tuck it back but it was too uncomfortable. Karin knocked on the door and said she had something that would help me with the swimsuit. I cracked door open and she handed me a small box. Inside was a pair of what I first thought to be thongs. But I soon realized that these were quite different. It was all black and had a wide, strong waistband, and a very tight front. But inside the "front" was a firm, rather flexible, flat plastic thing that was meant to help hide my penis. I carefully pushed my 'maleness' up inside as far as it would go, slid the thong up and the plastic piece kept ALL my male parts pushed up inside me! Once I had the suit on, I had to adjust my breasts several times until they felt right. The swimsuit definitely didn't have the support my bras did. It felt like one wrong movement and they would pop right out. And looking at my crotch, I couldn't see any bulge whatsoever! Karin kept knocking on the door telling me to hurry because the sun would be down soon. I slowly opened the door and stepped out. She said I looked nice then she grabbed my wrist and pulled me from the room and didn't stop pulling me until we were by the pool. She jumped in and swam around for a little bit while I just stood there and felt ridiculous. She must have gotten something in her eye because she got out while trying to remove whatever it was and came around to get her towel. I asked if she was okay, but as soon as she got behind me, she grabbed one of the straps of my suit with one hand and my arm with the other and pulled me into the pool. Sneaky! That was what I called her. My left breast came out and it took me a second to get it back in, but she saw it. She just laughed and said that she was serious about being bored swimming by herself. Swimming certainly felt different now. I don't know if it was the suit, the lack of body hair, or the change in my body. I felt slippery now. I swam around just getting used to the feelings and Karin swam with me. We swam and talked until we were both wrinkled. As I got out, the coolness in the air and my already cool body, caused my nipples to get painfully hard. I quickly dried my hair and body while facing away from Karin, then wrapped the towel over my chest. Once we got into the house were the lighting was better, even through the thick towel Karin saw my problem and gave a shocked look, then quickly looked away and snickered a little. I told her that I still wasn't used to that and apologized. She only laughed and, surprisingly gave me a hug and said I was being over-sensitive about my changes. I asked what she meant by that. She said that I was too uptight about my changes because I had no reason to apologize for anything. Everything about me was arranged and done by Mr. Lewis and he was very good at doing this to people. I knew she was right, but I asked her what she meant by 'doing this to people'. She explained that Mr. Lewis was very good at getting more from people than what they felt was normal. Like her and Gary for instance. She only agreed to work for Mr. Lewis as a housekeeper and live in the house. But somehow he interpreted that to mean that Gary would naturally have to live here too. So Gary had to quit his job as a union construction worker and be the groundskeeper because traditionally, the housekeeper's husband also worked on the property. At first Gary was pissed off royally, but now, he seemed to be okay about it. I asked why she said 'seemed' to be okay. She said that he seemed okay, but he has been going into town a lot without giving any explanation She went on to explain that Gary held resentment about having to move from our home and live here. She knew that he visited his friends a lot while running his errands. The only thing she wasn't too happy with is that Mr. Lewis wouldn't let them keep one of their vehicles here, and when Gary was using the truck provided by Mr. Lewis, she was stranded here. She said that on occasions, Gary would be gone over six hours at a time while only saying that he was tied up somewhere. She didn't like accusing him of anything, and she didn't think he was up to anything wrong, but while he was gone, she got lonely. I offered her my phone number, but Mr. Lewis forbid any contact other than when I was here. She then changed the subject by saying that Mr. Lewis stopped by earlier this week and gave her the check for me and further instructions. She asked if the thongs she gave me last night fit okay or if it bothered me at all. I told her that after I got used to the pressure, I didn't realize I was wearing it at all. She said that was good, because from now on those are the only ones I am to wear. Monday a box will arrive with exact replacements of the thongs I already have. All I have to do is match the number on the new ones with the outfit, put all the other ones in the box and put the return-shipping sticker on it. She said that I had better not try to keep any of the other ones because Mr. Lewis knows what I have. It was nearly 10:00pm by now and Karin said she still had things to attend to tonight. With that she went into her office and said goodnight. I went up to my room and took a shower and got ready for bed. I was going through the drawers to try and find something to wear for the night, when I heard Gary come back. I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I put on the flimsy nightgown I had to use last time. I wasn't tired so I looked over some of the books in the room. I found an Agatha Christie murder mystery that looked interesting enough. I finally climbed into bed about midnight. A knock on the door woke me up again. It was almost 7:00am. I just wet my hair and done my morning routine. Since Karin still had my suitcase, I put on the pink robe and found Karin gathering food for breakfast. I asked her about my suitcase, and all she said is that I could pick it up on my way out. I said that I intended I wearing one of those outfits for my flight home. She said that Mr. Lewis had already picked out my outfit for the trip back home. I gave her a rather unpleasant look and she just gave a weak smile back. She told me the outfit is in the box sitting on the bureau in the closet. I braced myself for what was bound to be an embarrassing trip home. Sure enough, once I had pulled the box from the closet and opened it, I was right. On top was a small white dress that had a very low cut 'U' front that would fit very snug. Under it was a rather heavy looking white corset, complete with eight garter straps and bra cups to fit me. The corset had bra-style connectors up front, as well as heavy lacing in the back that were just dangling. But also in the back was zipper that went from top to bottom. Undone, the zipper was almost six inches apart! But when closed, would cover the laces. The stockings were very shiny and sculptured. The tops of the stockings had about six inches of lace, and then they went into an elaborate sculptured pattern. Underneath the corset and stockings was a matching white satin thong, but this was one just like one of the black one Karin gave me. Also in the box was a matching white purse and a pair of white, lace up boot-lettes that didn't even reach my ankles. These had at least a 4-inch heel that couldn't have been the diameter of a pencil. Lastly was a small box of matching jewelry. Knowing that this would stain easily, I went down to eat before I got dressed. I could smell bacon cooking when I opened the door to my room. I drifted down for breakfast just by following the smell. It seemed that Gary had already eaten and was at work in the pool area. I sat down after fixing my plate and pouring a glass of orange juice. The meal was terrific and I told Karin so. She smiled and said it was nothing, but she did enjoy having compliments once in awhile. Karin seemed to be in a better mood, but she was still talkative. She thanked me for listening to her last night and tried to apologize for making me listen to her like that. I said that I was glad to be there and that friends listen to each other. With that she gave me a hug and said thank you. I helped clean up the kitchen and then went upstairs to get ready. I only had just over an hour to shower, do my hair and makeup, then get dressed in the corset nightmare. By the time I finished my shower, hair and makeup, I only had thirty minutes to get dressed and ready to leave. I put the thong on first. It fit around my waist okay, but it really pushed my 'male parts' very hard up into me. In fact, the shape of the plastic piece made it look like I had vaginal lips! I went and looked at the ones that Karin gave me, and even they were that way! So now if I wore jeans, and so far, they were all skin tight, it would look like I had a vagina! Now even pants might be a pain to wear. Looking in the mirror, I looked like an overweight, big-breasted woman with a thong on. That was scary, very scary! I now know, at least when I am out alone or traveling, it will be easier for me to just to try and act and sound like the woman I look like than to try and fight my looks. As I think about this, I start to look at my self with a critical eye. My face doesn't look bad for a woman. With a little bit different makeup, I could actually be decent looking. My hair looks okay, but doing that a little different would go a long way to make me more attractive as a woman. My weight is still the big problem. I know that before too long, this shouldn't be an issue any more. I don't know why I feel this way, but I know that fighting my looks will only cause me to go nuts and lose the money I did this for. If I try and accept my looks, I would be debt-free, could retire in a few years, and even could learn some things along the way. Like Lisa says, "A positive attitude is only attitude to have." Realizing that my time is limited, I quickly put the thong, stockings, and corset on and fastened all the hooks up front. But I couldn't even reach the laces in back. Just as I was going to the door to ask for Karin's help, she knocked on the door. It seems she knew I would need help already. I had to take the robe off so she could get to the laces. I know she saw me in the bathing suit, but this was different, these were underclothes. She said for me not to worry and had me grab onto the post of the bed while she went to work. She started working the laces and then tied them off, but the zipper would only move a couple of inches. She pulled the laces again so tight I thought she would break them. She tied them again and tried the zipper. This time the zipper did go all the way, but it was difficult. In the mirror, I could see that I definitely had a woman's' figure. The corset was so long and tight, that connecting the eight straps was difficult. In fact, the straps were so tight that I couldn't put them under my thong. The only way to go to the bathroom would require me to pull the thong to the side so I could relieve myself, then put everything back. Karin helped me to get into the dress. She had to zip it for me because the zipper was in the back. She told me this is called a "posture corset". The boning is quite strong and is extra long so that it will help keep the lower part of my stomach flat while it helps my back straighten out from being over-weight for so long. She went on to say that it could take up to a year for my posture to straighten out completely. She could see the fear on my face. The thought of having to wear this for a year is impossible. She said that at the rate I'm losing weight, I would only have this one for a month. I was just starting to complain about having to wear this 24/7 when she said that as of right now, all she knows is that I only have to wear it with this dress. That was at least better than what I originally thought! The only catch was that Mr. Lewis could request I wear them more. Lastly was my jewelry. Even with long fingernails, I changed out the jewelry pretty quick. Karin had to put the anklet and boots on for me because with the corset on, I could barely bend over. By the main door of the house I found my suitcase, but it didn't feel as heavy as it was when I brought it. I didn't have time to open it but I did ask Karin what happened. She said that Mr. Lewis was extremely explicit with her as to what I could wear. She gave me a sorry look and kissed me on the cheek and told that I better hurry because the limo is waiting. Karin also said that on the outside pocket of my suitcase is the envelope with my check, and additional instructions from Mr. Lewis. When I walked out the door, the driver again greeted me as Miss Tracey. I said that Tracey would be just fine. He gave me a slight look of disgust but politely took my suitcase from me as he opened the door for me. But just before he put it away, I took the envelope. I waved goodbye to Karin as we pulled away. I opened the envelope once the limo was on the road. In the envelope was a note from Mr. Lewis congratulating me doing as well as I did. He did note that I didn't go to any of Candi's ball games, but because I had done so well the rest of the time, he wouldn't deduct any money from me. As for the corsets, I would have to wear them from 9:00pm to 5:00am everyday. Alyson has already been instructed and will be checking. He closed the letter saying that if I continue on as I have already, I would be much happier in the end. I looked at the check. $14,688! Not bad for only seventeen days! I was ecstatic! I asked the driver if I could call home, but he said 'no'. The rest of the way to the strip mall I thought about what I would do with the money. We already have a list going, but the first thing I'm going to do is to get a cell phone so I can call home when I want to. I know it isn't very high on the list, but next thing is to get Lisa some real jewelry. She has a fairly modest jewelry collection, with only a couple of real nice things. After wearing the things I now have, I feel guilty because the jewelry I am required to wear is much better than hers. By the time I get into the office at the strip mall, I have less than two hours before my flight leaves. Considering it takes nearly an hour to get to the airport, I immediately called for a taxi. I locked up the office and said "Hello" to the people in the storefront in my best feminine voice on my way outside. The sun was strong and bright. I just dumped the contents of my other purse into this one so I had to dig around in my new purse to find my sunglasses. As I looked around waiting for the taxi, I noticed my reflection in the glass. There was no mistaking me for anything but a tall, curvy woman. Again, only my voice could clue anyone in that I might be different than what I appear. It took too long for the taxi to get here, but when he did, I very femininely and nicely explained my situation and he was off in a flash. In fact, I made it to my gate with an 15 minutes to spare. I checked my suitcase at the ticket counter and then checked in at the boarding gate and found a nearby phone stand. I talked with Lisa until I heard my flight being seated. I said goodbye and got onto the flight. The take-off wasn't any better than the others, and with the bra the corset had, I was shaking all over the place. I was glad that I sat by myself this time because I certainly would have made a great show for others. I put on the headphones and took a nap for the remainder of the flight. The landing was also as bad as the others. I got off the plane and walked over to the other gate, checked in and waited. I started getting a bad feeling inside me. I had to use the bathroom, and had to use it soon. I know I look like a woman, and most people will think I am a woman, but I'm not a woman. I thought it over for a second then walked into the women's restroom and closed myself in a stall. That is one thing nice about garters and a dress, it is normally very easy to go to the bathroom. Pulling the thong out of the way with the corset on wasn't an easy task. But I managed okay. I boarded the flight only to find a businessman sitting in my seat. He apologized and asked if I mind switching seats with him. I just nodded and sat in the open seat. He tried to make conversation, but begged off saying that I had a headache from the previous flight. He didn't shut up. He just went on about headaches and traveling. I just moved my seat back, closed my eyes, and left him talking to nobody in particular. This is a short flight, but the landings are terrible. I prepared for it by laying my arms across my chest. I was glad I did too because this was probably the worst landing I've ever encountered. I called Lisa and went to get my suitcase. I picked it up and went and waited by the doors. She pulled up, I got in, and then Lisa commented on how nice I looked. I simply said 'thank you'. As we pulled away from the terminal, I reached into my purse and pulled out the check. When I showed it to her, her face showed shock, then she broke into an ear to ear smile. From then all the way to house, we went on about our dreams and what kind of options we know had. By the time we reached our house we were already ten years in the future with no sign of me having the breasts removed and going back to the way I was. I noted this but didn't say anything. Because it was a Sunday afternoon, only Katie was home. She met me at the door with another big hug. She felt the corset and asked what I was wearing. I explained that I had to wear this outfit home, and in order to fit in it, I had to wear a thing to pull in my belly. She was okay with that, but Lisa took note of that and asked how it felt. Once the excitement of me coming home wore off to Katie, I explained to Lisa that it was uncomfortable at first, but now it isn't so bad. Lisa said that she wished I could wear a corset more often because she liked me not having the belly that had become my trademark. I said that she will get her wish because I now have to wear this from 9:00pm to 5:00am everyday. She looked a little shocked, but we have come to realize that anything could happen. She asked how much weight I lost up to now. I started off at 262 and my official weight loss was 4lbs fully dressed, not bad for only two weeks! Lisa reminded me that unless I also change my eating and snacking habits, the aerobics class wouldn't be enough before too long. I knew she was right, but I was happy enough right now. Besides, I can address that later on if I see a slow down on weight loss. Alyson must have known I was home, because she was already at our back door. Katie let her in and when Alyson saw me, her mouth dropped open then she smiled. Obviously the dress was pretty nice. She complimented me on my looks and asked how I felt about having to travel dressed as I was. Thanking somebody after a compliment comes automatically. And here I was thanking this woman whom I've only known for less than three weeks for telling me I looked nice as a woman. What is going on with me? I briefly explained my entire trip as well as my need for a cell phone when traveling. Lisa agreed with me on the cell phone so we will get one tomorrow. They both seemed very curious about how I felt about swimming in a women's swimsuit. I decided not bring up the new thongs with the plastic fake lips, so I explained how I had to be very careful about tucking my 'parts' away and how they kept trying to move about. Alyson looked a little puzzled and asked about the gaff. She knew! I didn't want to talk about all this with Alyson here, but since she already knew, what was the harm. Well, Lisa wanted to see them, but I told her that I wasn't going to take them off here, and since this was the only pair, she would have to wait. Again, Alyson chimed in and said that she has a box for me. Five minutes later, I opened it and looked at probably 20 different pairs, in just about every color. And just as Karin said, they all had numbered tags on them and the return label inside as well. I gave both Lisa and Alyson one and they looked them over with some amusement. Lisa asked if they were comfortable, I told her that after a couple of minutes, I can't tell I'm wearing it. I also took the opportunity to look them over real good. Other than the plastic lips, the only difference was the strap that went up the back. It was quite strong looking and was bigger around than my other thongs. I opened my suitcase to see what I still had left. The flowered shorts outfit, the black polyester pants outfit, and the two knee-length dress outfits were still in there. As I pulled everything out to put them away, I saw a note from Karin. She apologized for having to take the other outfits, but Mr. Lewis was very explicit as to what I could wear. She went on to say that she put them in her closet so if Mr. Lewis lightened up some, I could wear them later. After I put everything away, I met Lisa and Alyson in the kitchen. Lisa was filling her in on our list of what we would do when the money started coming in. I quickly joined in saying that I was going to get Lisa some more nice jewelry and some better clothes. Lisa, being practical as usual, said she was fine with her clothes and jewelry, but if I chose to surprise that was okay too. Alyson went home before Bryan and Candi returned from youth group. When they saw me in the dress, Candi was stunned and commented on how pretty I was. Again, an automatic 'thank you' came out. Bryan didn't say much about my dress, but he kept watching me as we had dinner and got things put away for the evening. They all went through their normal Sunday night routines and went to bed around the normal time. Lisa and I stayed up talking about our freedom for another hour or so. Knowing that I didn't have to go tanning in the morning, Lisa asked if I still had any interest in her. I knew what she was talking about. Before my change, our bedroom activities were weak at best, but with me like this now, I didn't think she would want anything to do with me. She said that I was still 'me' and now we had a few things we could experiment with. She came over and sat on my lap and started caressing my face and slowly moving lower. When she touched the area just below my neck, my nipples got very hard again. We then started kissing and my nipples started to ache! This felt very weird. Too weird. I asked her to stop so we could go to the bedroom and continue there. She didn't want to. She just kept on. We eventually did go into the bedroom. I was stuck in the dress. She made me promise a few things before she would unzip it for me. Once I had the dress off, I asked her to undo the laces on the corset, but she refused saying that it is after 9:00pm and I would just have to wait until morning. She did take off my boots and stockings for me though. She was quite playful and even a little dominant. That night was definitely one of the best nights I have ever had. My breasts didn't seem to bother her at all. Even with the corset on my breasts moved quite a bit. It was very strange looking down at them as they swayed violently in sync with my movements. In the middle of these movements, I could feel the skin going tight then loose. It began to hurt after awhile. We fell asleep in each other's arms, it was wonderful. She still loved me! I woke up with her still in my arms. As I trodded of to the bathroom, the movement of my breasts reminded me of the hurt last night. They didn't really hurt, but they were quite sore. It took me a while to get Lisa awake enough to help take my corset off. At work, I called Lisa and chatted with her when I had the opportunity. Since the check was in my new name, she couldn't deposit it. I would have to do that myself. I decided to leave work early so I could straighten out my name problem. At the bank, I asked to see a manager. I was shown into an office. I introduced myself as Tracey Swanson. I explained the situation and asked that all my accounts and credit cards be changed to show my new name. He was professional about everything and took care of everything. My replacement cards should be arriving in a week or so. Once that was corrected, I asked if I could deposit the check and if Lisa could access it through our debit card. If he thought I was making up the story, he sure changed his mind when he saw the check! He really gulped when I told him that the total there only reflected seventeen days. I then took the opportunity to ask about investing. He must have seen the numbers flashing in his mind because he became nice and even friendly. He forwarded my name to their investment counselor and set up an appointment for me to lay out my plans. He showed me out front and personally deposited the check for me. I asked for $1000 cash back. I went from there to a jewelry store and bought Lisa a set of earrings that put my dangling ones to shame. The entire time at the jewelry store the man helping me thought I was a woman. I never told him differently, I just did my best to continue the charade. Once I paid and put the little box in my purse, I turned for the door and said that my wife will love these. I never looked back to see his expression. I was home by 4:00pm. I told Lisa about the entire bank story but never said a word about the earrings. I didn't even show her the deposit slip. I changed into the new black polyester pant outfit. The pants were tight enough that my garter straps showed through. The shirt was sheer enough that the entire bra was visible. But, I was in such a good mood, I didn't care. Once I finished changing into the appropriate jewelry, I asked Lisa to come in and see something. When she came in, she thought I wanted her to see my outfit because she told me I looked nice in it. I asked her what she thought of my earrings. She said they looked nice, but I shouldn't worry about it because she still loved me. I just smiled, kissed her, and pulled the little box from my purse and handed it to her. When she saw them, her eyes lit up and she smiled ear to ear. She pulled them out and held them up to her ear. They looked spectacular on her! I was thrilled that I could finally give her something very nice and not have to worry about the bills! I know that from now on I will enjoy what I did. Seeing her so happy like this makes it all worthwhile. I know I made her happy before, but knowing where we are going financially, makes a difference. We weren't materialistic people before, but having enough money goes a long way to making normal people happier about their future. And this was our ticket. I told her I would see her soon and then left for the salon. My appointment started as usual with tanning, and doing my fingernails. At least this time they didn't lengthen them, they were already 1/4- inch past my fingertips. They just touched them up and changed the color to a dark iridescent red. Once they finished with my fingernails, my toenails followed suit. She then went to work on my hair and I could tell she wasn't going to just touch up the color and set it. While she made idle chit chat, I could see new earrings and a piercing gun on her cart. She saw that I noticed them and asked if I wanted to do that before or after she did my hair. I told her that since I knew it was coming, she might as well get it over with. She pierced each one and put in small gold hoops, but I could see she still had another set of hoops left. She then pierced the upper edge of my ears and put in the other set of small hoops. As I looked at them in the mirror, I felt like an experiment. My ears now stood out very badly and I would certainly draw more attention. She told me not to worry about them because my new hair will cover them. New hair? She said that Mr. Lewis called for my hair to be lengthened to mid-shoulder and lightened to a honey-blonde. She then showed me real hair that she was going weave into my real hair and when she was done, nobody could tell that this all wasn't my real hair. Only the people that see me regularly will know and they will eventually forget about it. I slumped down in the chair while my good mood sunk to the floor. She told me to relax and asked me if I wanted something to drink while she worked. Because last time she drugged my drink to knock me out, I declined her offer. Now I wish I would have been knocked out. The weaving took nearly two hours and the coloring took and another 45 minutes. But when she finished trimming and styling my hair, it was absolutely stunning. The bangs were slightly curled and the rest just seemed to flow about halfway down my back with a mixture of large and small curls that bounced with every movement. She was right about the hair covering the earrings. They were barely visible unless I moved my hair. No doubt about it, I would be better off just trying to pass like a woman. Only my makeup looked out of place now. With this hairstyle, my makeup is too subdued with only bland earth tones. She could see I was looking myself over critically and told me that I wasn't finished yet. Mr. Lewis also requested a different set of colors for my face. While the facial mask was setting up, she went around and gathered the makeup that she would use. She finished the facial and quickly finished my makeup. While she was putting it on, she was saying that since I now know how to do the basics, I would be able to do the multi-color shading that she is now doing. Not that I had any choice in the first place, but I was glad I didn't have to learn all this at once. My eyes now had a three-color eye shadow with a dark blue-gray along the entire lid, but rather thin. Then a medium blue near the inner corner that went into a light blue as it crossed over the eye. The mascara was heavier also, as well as the black eyeliner that now went across the entire lower lid. My eyes looked like any other woman's eyes now. The foundation was still very light, but now was darker to match my tan. The blush was a different shade, a pinkish-red now, and also just heavy enough to know with a doubt I had some on. And the lipstick! Even though it not a bright red, my lips were still red and they also matched my nails. All together my face looked beautiful. For a woman, that is! I couldn't believe how I looked! Even though I should be disgusted about looking like this, I wasn't. I could see why the other man that Alyson worked with reacted the he did. I don't know why I'm not feeling that way. I never intended for this to happen, but I am accepting it. I know that I have no control over my looks for at least the next five years, so why fight it. I got into this, and if I try to get out of it, I would be bankrupt and broke forever. She finished, but before I could leave, she had me stand so she could take a picture for my file and for Mr. Lewis. Once she finished with he pictures, she gave me the nail polish and makeup she used, and reiterated that I better make sure I can duplicate this on my own. Knowing that I was new at doing hair and makeup, I asked if when I come in for my morning tanning appointments, if someone would be able to help me until I get the hang of it. She said she would do what she could. Before I left, I called home to tell Lisa that I was okay and that the appointment went longer than normal and that I was on my way home now. As I walked to my truck, I felt scared and excited. I know why I was scared. But being excited worried me. I was still a man, but I looked like and attractive woman. Although I looked like an overweight woman, before long the weight would be gone. And who knows what I'll look like then. I didn't know how I should feel anymore. On the drive home, I can see that I'm drawing attention. My truck, an '85 red Chevy diesel 4X4 that sits a little higher than stock on raised white letter BFG's, is in near-new condition. And as I sit in it, I appear to be a woman with long blonde hair. I think there might even by a country song that romances the idea of a woman in a pickup truck. Now other men think I'm that woman. Sickening thought! Lisa is on the back porch talking with Alyson when I come into the breezeway. As I walk out to join them, Lisa sees my hair and looks to be stunned. As I bent over to give her a kiss, she told me how nice I looked. I was shocked by her reaction. Here I thought she would be quite upset, but instead, she complimented me on how nice I looked. Alyson said that this morning she found out about this. She came over and had lunch with Lisa to explain it. I looked at Lisa, and she shrugged her shoulders a little and said she knew there wasn't anything either of us could do, so she felt it better not to tell me about this before I left. She said she was even a little excited to see how it all turned out. I asked her if the kids knew about this yet. She said that she didn't say anything yet and thought it better if I told them myself. But before I could leave, Alyson, reminded me that 9:00pm would be here soon and asked if I had my corset on. Knowing I didn't, I asked Lisa if she could help me back into it. Lisa followed me into the bedroom. I had just finished settling my breasts into the cups when Alyson walked in! I tried to hide my embarrassment, but they both picked up on it. I was expecting Lisa to lace me up, but she just stood there. They both gave me "the look" and I knew I would have to put on one of the new ones. They both just stood there looking at me, waiting for me to take it off. Giving up, I undid the hooks, but Alyson never budged. I turned around and put it on the bed and picked up the other white one. Lisa took it out of my hands and said that I should wear the red one tonight. But the red one was still sitting in the box over by Alyson. I asked her to pass it to me, but she giggled some and said for me to get it myself. Covering my chest with my arm, I went for the corset. But just as I bent over for it, I was bumped and had to use both arms to catch myself. They laughed a little and told me I had nothing to hide because women see each other naked all the time, and it shouldn't be a big deal. I reminded them that they are women, and I'm a man. Alyson corrected me by saying I was a man with breasts, and women have breasts and that, at least in the chest area, we are the same. Giving in to them. I stopped trying to hide them and wrapped the corset around myself and did the front hooks. Lisa then went to work on the lacing. This felt even tighter than when I put the first one on. Lisa got the zipper down easily enough though. As per Mr. Lewis' instructions, I was now to wear one of these three corsets every night, but if I choose, I could wear them anytime. And if I did, my corset would over-ride my bra and garter belt requirements. But everything else remained. I got dressed in the same outfit I wore earlier, but now it was just after 8:00pm. And I still haven't visited with the kids or shown them my new look. I went in to find all three of them in the living room watching TV. When they saw me, they all just stared. Candi came up and ran her hand through my hair asking how I did this. I told them that the bangs and some of the top is my hair but the rest was woven into my real hair. Then it was colored, permed, and trimmed. Candi also noticed the makeup, and said I looked real nice, but I could sense something in the tone of her voice. I asked her about it. She said that I made a prettier woman than most of the women she knows. I didn't know what to say, so I asked them all if they were still okay with this. My son just said 'yeah' and Katie nodded, but Candi just kept looking at me and smiling. As I pulled some of the hair from my face, Candi spotted the extra earrings. She then pulled up my hair enough to see both new sets. When she saw the top pair, she said that since I had mine pierced up there, she wanted hers done also. I told her we would still need to discuss this with Lisa but I didn't see a problem.