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May not be posted or distributed where payment is required. Making Do By Karen Elizabeth L. Copyright 2005 Looking back on my life, I sometimes wonder where I lost control. I never wonder long; without a doubt, that point had to be the death of the most wonderful person I'd ever known, my wife Mary. We were high school sweethearts and married while we were still in college. Mary worked as a secretary and I was working my way up the ladder in an insurance company when Mark, our oldest son was born followed by Tommy, four years later. We struggled but we didn't mind; as long as we had each other and our boys, we were sure we could master anything life might throw our way. Then, one evening on the way home from work, some jerk ran a red light and the love of my life was gone forever. Trying to work and raise two children alone was killing me. Before, with our joint income, we paid all the bills and had a few dollars left for fun. Now, I could barely pay the bills and fun was out of the question. We always had to make do. The boys wanted to be like their friends and play organized sports but I couldn't even spare the few dollars it would take to sign them up let alone pay for equipment. Skates for Ice Hockey were dinner for almost two weeks; the insurance I'd need to cover them in case of an injury would put gas in the family car for three weeks. The boys were disappointed but they stuck by me and we toughed it out. Without their support, I don't think I could have made it. One day, my sister Susan stopped by to talk to me. She said she found an easy way for me to pick up a few grand. To someone for whom an extra twenty bucks was manna from Heaven, a few grand was nothing short of a miracle. I could pay off my credit card, get that tire that keeps going flat repaired, and have a few bucks left over to treat the boys to McDonald's. "You're a lifesaver Susan," I told her as we made ourselves comfortable. "Are you really sure this is something I handle?" "Trust me," she smiled. Why was she looking at me so strangely? She handed me a page from a newspaper that was already folded to a specific article. "Casting call for Ladylike special." The article headline read. I read the article and handed back the paper. "Not a chance," I told her as forcefully as I could. The casting call was for a reality show in which men were to be transformed into women for a few months to see if they could adjust to things as women. Any size or shape men were welcome, the article stated. The only requirement was that you be willing to give up three months to let the producers of the show make you over as a woman then be filmed doing such things as grocery shopping, participating in an Aerobics class, shopping at a mall, and attending a bachelorette party and a bridal shower. "Why not?" Susan asked as if asking why I preferred brown shoes to black shoes. "Because I'm not like that." "No one ever said you were." She retorted. "It's just a way to make a few bucks; you can do it, you know you can," I glanced around to make sure the boys weren't around. "I'm not a little kid anymore; that sort of thing ended ages ago." She knew what I meant; I wasn't going to spell it out for her. My thoughts drifted back to when I was nine and needed a Halloween costume. I'd been a pirate three times; a fireman twice, a policeman once, and I wanted something different. Money was tight that year so mom wanted something cheap. That's when my big sister, the ever-helpful Susan, opened her big mouth. "He could probably fit into my old Communion dress," She suggested. "He could go Trick or Treating as a girl; he'd look so cute!" I could almost hear the wheels in mom's head spinning; a cheap, ready- made costume, just what she was looking for! She looked at me for a little bit then at Susan, and back at me. "No mom, I don't want to be a sissy girl." I pleaded, I begged, I even cried but it was useless. Ten minutes after Susan suggested my costume, we were all in the attic searching for the dress. "Good thing I saved this!" Mom could barely control enthusiasm. "It was so pretty that I hated to give it away even if I couldn't imagine ever needing it again!" Not only had mom saved the dress, she also had the veil, petticoat, shoes, socks, and gloves that went with it. "You are so adorable," she gushed as she slid the dress over the fluffy petticoat. "Now turn around so I can button you up." I hated to turn but I knew that disobeying mom could bring on a spanking so I turned and stood like a condemned prisoner being strapped into the Electric Chair. Susan couldn't resist adding to my troubles. "You're really pretty; it's too bad you're a boy." I wanted to yell and scream at her but it didn't seem like she was trying to be mean. We'd had our arguments and I could always tell when Susan was trying to be mean; her voice sometimes had an edge to it or sometimes she'd so sweet it was sickening! This time was different, something in side of me said, she wasn't trying to mean, and she really meant that I looked pretty. I didn't like being called pretty but there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. I had to sit like a sweet little girl while mom put a pair of thin white socks on me and then turned them down to show off a band of lace. Next, she slipped a pair of shiny white shoes on me and buckled a strap that went across my foot. Susan rushed over with a brush and started working on my hair. "It's really lucky for us that he wanted long hair!" She grinned as she made a part in the middle then brushed some over my forehead. "He's going to be so sweet looking." Mom walked me over to the big mirror on Susan's closet door and showed me the pretty little girl I had become. Susan gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said that I could be the little sister she'd always wanted. I was so caught up in mom and Susan's excitement that I smiled and said okay. That was a gigantic mistake! "I wonder if his hair's long enough to curl," Susan asked, "Wouldn't he looks so precious with a little flip in his hair?" Susan quickly brought out something that looked like a skinny brush on a metal stick with a plastic handle. She plugged it into the wall and after waiting a minute or two, started to roll my hair onto it. The brush felt really warm but Susan was careful not to get it too close to my head. All this lasted for a couple of minutes until Susan had gone all around my head. She had turned the chair I was sitting on so that I couldn't see the mirror until she was ready. Turning it back towards the mirror, I saw that the pretty little girl was even prettier! Her hair was shiny, curled up at the ends, and when Susan leaned over and put her head next to mine, we looked just like sisters! "I'll take my little sister Trick or Treating this year mom," She announced proudly. "I can't wait to show off my little sister!" I felt so confused; sitting in my sister's room, wearing a fancy dress and everything should have made me feel stupid, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I really, really, liked what I saw! The more I looked, the more I liked what I saw and soon I was smiling. Susan noticed my smile right away. "My little sister likes looking pretty, doesn't she?" "Uh huh," I quickly agreed. "I'm really pretty, ain't I?" "Aren't you," Mom gently corrected. "Yes dear, you are really pretty." "Does this mean I'm a girl now?" I asked. "Just like Susie?" "Not quite," Susie chuckled. "But you can be my little sister any time you want. Would that be okay mom?" "Well, this was supposed to be just for Halloween," Mom told us. "I'm not sure Donny would want to be your sister after that." "How about it Donny," Susie asked. "You could pretend to be my little sister Donna, "I'll teach you how to take care of my old baby dolls, we can listen to records together in my room, and I'll let you play dress- up in my old clothes. Do we still have those boxes of old clothes in the attic mom?" "You'll let me listen to your records, and play in your room?" I asked before mom had a chance to answer. Susie never let me play in her room; now she was promising that I could spend lots of time in her room. "Please mom, I want to be Donna!" I insisted. "Susie always wanted a little sister and I promise I'll be a good little sister. Mom looked at Susie and back at me. "I'll take good care of her mom," Susie promised. Mom smiled and shrugged. "Welcome to the family Donna. I wonder what your father's going to think about his new daughter?" " You'll figure something out mom, you always do!" Susie laughed as she pulled me off the chair. "C'mon sis, let's go look through the boxes in the attic!" "Be careful with that dress Donna," Mom called after us. "Susan, find some play clothes for your sister so she doesn't ruin that dress!" We were in the attic in a flash, rooting through box after box of Susie's old clothes. "Good thing mom's a pack rat!" Susie laughed. "My little sister is going to have lots of pretty clothes." We carted all of our treasures back to my room where I modeled them for Susie. I was having a great time and never heard the door open. "I heard that there's a new little girl in the family," my dad's voice rang out. "What happened to my son?" "Uh, I'm still your son daddy," I promised. "But Susie said I could be her little sister too!" He looked at me in a pink skirt with suspender like straps that went over the white blouse I was wearing. "Did Susie make you dress like that?" "No daddy, I picked this out all by myself." I said proudly as I flipped the skirt back and forth to show off my petticoat. "Isn't it pretty?" It never occurred to me that standing in front of my dad in a petticoat, skirt, blouse, knee socks and saddle shoes might not be a good idea. Dad was my hero though; he was the coolest dad in the whole world so I was sure he'd understand. "Yes, you look very pretty Donna," He smiled. "Are you still going to sign up for basketball?" "You bet I will, I can't wait!" "You know that you can't play basketball in a dress?" "That would be silly daddy," I laughed. "Why would I do that?" "No reason," He laughed. "No reason at all." "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be a Cheerleader?" "No, I want to play basketball!" I shook my head wondering why dad was so silly. I didn't know it but dad was very worried when mom told him about Donna. He wanted to find out for himself if I would rather be a girl so he asked me what I thought were silly questions. When I was still interested in basketball and not Cheerleading, he calmed down. A few years later, he told me that he and mom had talked it over and decided not to make a fuss over my dressing up in Susie's clothes. They thought that if they forbade me to do it, it might make me want to go further and possibly run into problems with other people. If they accepted it, I'd probably get tired of it and everything would be fine. Besides, I still wanted to play Basketball and I still sat and watched Football with dad every weekend. I wore a dress while I watched with him but I was still there watching. Halloween was great! I wore my new dress with its petticoat, ankle socks, and gloves I even wore a pair of white ruffled panties mom bought for me. Susie took me all over the neighborhood and people were so surprised that the pretty little girl was a boy that they gave me extra candy. My friends laughed at me and teased me until they saw how much candy I got. I wonder if any of them considered wearing a dress the next time. I was Donna until Susie left for college when I was fourteen. By then I was wearing pantyhose, padded bras, dresses more suited to a teen, and I could style hair and apply makeup as well as mom or Susie. Without Susie around, dressing up just wasn't fun so I gradually stopped. Over the next few years, girls took a very prominent place in my mind and Donna was a distant memory. "Were you queer then Donna?" Susie asked when I came out of my daydream. "You were remembering how much fun we had when we were sisters, weren't you?" "Yeah, it was fun." I smiled. "But that was a long time ago." "I'm not saying that you should be my little sister again," She insisted. "But this is a chance to pick up a few bucks that you really need. No one needs to know about Donna, but think of the edge you'll have." Something inside of me was urging me to go to the audition. I needed the money and even if I just got to be one of the eight guys that they would consider for the four spots, I would get five hundred dollars. "Can I think about it?" I asked quietly. "Auditions are in three weeks." She reminded me. "Call me if you need help." How could she be so sure that I'd do it? There were so many problems - I'd need to take off work for two months if they selected me and I doubt my boss would appreciate that. I'd be on network television for two months dressed as a woman. Finally, I couldn't just leave the boys alone for two months. A week before the audition I got laid off. Wham! I got called into Human Resources Friday afternoon and was told that my department was being scaled back and that I was no longer needed. I could collect unemployment benefits for three months but that would be less than half of my regular paycheck. Suddenly, the show was looking a lot better. I broke the news about being laid off to the boys that evening. They didn't really understand how I could lose a job. To them, my going to work was the way the world was; everyone's dad went to work, it was what dad's did. I explained that we'd have to be very careful how we spent our money until I got a new job but how do you cut back from nothing? That night, I had such wonderful dreams! I dreamed of being Donna. I remembered my first pair of stockings (I'd worn tights before but these were big girl pantyhose), my first training bra (a sign that at eleven years old, I was becoming a big girl!), and my thirteenth birthday when dad took me to dinner in a dress he had chosen for me. My dreams rolled on through the night; I met Mary, began dating her, our marriage, the birth of the boys. It was all happiness and joy until morning when I realized that I was alone and broke. I had to do something quick; the only question was - did I have what it took to do it? Susie offered to take the boys if I got the part. That took a load off my mind, now I could concentrate on the audition. I found myself in a room with about a hundred other guys; most in guy clothes but a few dressed as women. I looked the cross dressers over and critiqued their outfits. Some skirts were too short, other dresses were too tight, and many wore too much makeup; the typical signs of guys who didn't know how to look good as a woman. Luckily for me I had been taught the feminine arts from an early age; I'd never make the mistakes those guys made! A few guys looked very nice, they'd obviously spent a great deal of time in dresses and knew how to dress and move properly. To my surprise, they and the ugly ones were immediately eliminated. The producers didn't want any ringers and they didn't want any guys who would never come close to being passable. By the end of the morning, I was one of the eight semi-finalists. By the end of the day, I was one of the final four! No matter what happened now, I had wrapped up at least five hundred dollars. Now, if I could survive the challenges the producers had set up, I could rake in five thousand dollars. I didn't think it would be too hard to get through the challenges; the aerobics might be the toughest but only the physical part. I felt confident that I could handle what the producers though would be the embarrassment of having my hair done, wearing makeup, and dressing like a woman. Of course, I'd have to be careful not to seem to be too confident; if the producers suspected that I was an experienced cross- dresser, they might just kick me off the show. We were taken to a hotel where rooms had been reserved for us. "Make yourselves comfortable ladies," an assistant to the producer laughed. "Please change into the clothes we'll provide to you and be ready in half an hour for your first group meeting. Oh, and please place all of your male clothing in the bags provided and bring them with you." Off to our rooms we went to begin the first part of the show with camera crews in tow. We hadn't expected camera crews to follow us everywhere but they said it was the audience would want to see our reactions to the changes and see our transformations from men to women. I was given twenty minutes to shower without the camera crew. Once I finished my shower, I was to wrap a towel around myself and let the crew into the bedroom. They'd hand me the clothes I was to change into and film my reaction as I dressed. My first female outfit turned out to be a pink gauze nightgown with lace trim at the collar and sleeves, a pair of pink, nylon panties, a matching robe, and a pair of pink fuzzy slippers. After filming my reaction, I was given a moment to put on the panties and nightgown before the crew returned. When they came back into the room, I was told to go to the full-length mirror and look myself over by turning from side to side, then looking over my shoulder with my back to the mirror. So much for unscripted, Reality TV! The panties fit snugly but were otherwise very comfortable and I'd even say pretty. They brought back so many happy memories of being Donna; playing dress-up in Susie's room, laying on her bed, listening to records while we were both in our nightgowns, and my ninth birthday party in a pastel yellow party dress complete with matching ruffled panties, petticoats, and ankle socks. Mom let Susie put a little lipstick and blush on me since it was such a special occasion - my first birthday as Donna. As an extra special treat, mom sprayed me with a little bit of her favorite perfume. Susie blindfolded me and led me to the living room where mom and dad waited. When she took off my blindfold I was standing in front of a huge Barbie Dream House; it was something every little girl dreamed of and it was mine! What a memorable birthday; a Barbie Dream House, two new dresses, and a toy makeup kit. I was the happiest little girl in the whole, wide, world! I bit down on my tongue to keep a big smile from spreading across my face. No matter how many happy memories I was having, I couldn't afford to appear happy. I was supposed to be an ordinary guy who had to spend two months as a lady. I finished posing for the camera crew, slipped on the robe and slippers, and then followed them to a conference room on the floor. The other guys, Lucille, Michelle, and Patty (We're not allowed to use our real names and have to refer to each other as women) arrived at the same time. We all stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds before breaking up. "Ladies first," Lucille said as she waved me into the room. "Then what are you waiting for?" I smiled. "Gentlemen don't parade around in nightgowns and robes." "I somehow doubt we're going to be gentlemen for long," Patty added. "Take a look at what's waiting for us inside!" Even I was shocked as we walked into the room and saw four work areas set up for hair, nails, and makeup. "Step right this way, ladies," another assistant producer gestured us in. How many assistants did one producer need I wondered? "You will notice that the stations are color coded to the nightgowns you're wearing. Please have a seat at your station and we can begin to make you beautiful." I quickly found my station and sat down. Kathy, the woman at my station, spread a plastic cape over my robe before starting on my hair. She adjusted my chair so that my head was resting over a sink and began to shampoo my hair. "Darla," She explained as she worked. "You've been chosen to be the passionate red-haired beauty of your group. I'm going to tint your hair to a very pretty Strawberry Blonde to match the extensions I'll weave in. Relax, enjoy the pampering; while I'd working on your hair, others will be giving you a manicure, pedicure, leg and bikini wax. The manicure, pedicure, and even leg waxing sounded great but a bikini wax? Kathy immediately picked up on my shock, as did the camera crew. "You wouldn't want any stray hairs peeking out from your bottoms, would you?" She asked sweetly. "Bottoms, what bottoms?" I asked when I got my wits back. "Your bikini bottoms of course," she answered. "Didn't they tell you, one of your new experiences will be taking a cruise; you'll love lying on deck in your cute little bikini, soaking up the sun." Twenty years ago, I did enjoy lying on a beach with Susie, wearing a cute, pink, and white suit and sunning myself. Boys swarmed all over us when we spread out our towels and took off our covers. It was such a thrilling experience to have guys tripping over each other to talk to us or bring us something cold to drink. It was sadly, the last vacation I ever had as Donna. Susie went to college the next fall and Donna was soon forgotten. Now, Darla would certainly be clad in some scanty outfit, soaking up the sun while a camera crew watched. "I don't understand. I can't pass as a woman in a bikini unless the rest of the passengers are blind." "Don't worry," Kathy chuckled. "Everything's been planned out for you ladies!" Good grief, what have I gotten myself into? At fourteen it was so easy to pretend that I was a young hottie, enjoying the beach and the guys that kept trying to hit on me and my sister. Twenty years later, I couldn't imagine passing myself off as an eligible lady just waiting for the right guy to come along. Bridal showers, shopping, all that was one thing, but wearing a bikini on a cruise ship? I was jolted out of my dreams by a woman applying hot wax to my bare legs. As soon as both legs were done, she began pulling the cloth and wax from the other. I gritted my teeth as the hairs were pulled out of my legs. I'd never messed with hot wax when I was younger; it was either Nair or a razor when I wanted nice, smooth legs. "Women put up with this all the time," The lady laughed as she continued ripping out my hair. "You ladies are going to get a crash course in suffering for beauty." One unexpected development was the creation of a bust line. I always assumed that we'd wear padded bras, just like I had growing up as Donna. The producers had other ideas though and while we waited for our hair to dry, realistic looking, and feeling breast forms were glued to our chests. I didn't have to pretend to be shocked when I looked at my new 36B bust! The camera crews had a field day recording the reaction of four guys who suddenly found themselves with breasts. And suffer we did as our legs, arms, and bikini areas were waxed, out eyebrows tweezed, and our ears pierced. I looked at the others and was relieved to find that they were having a difficult time putting up with the beauty regimen. With luck, some or all would quit. It was made clear in our contracts that we'd be paid at least five thousand dollars if we made it to the end of the filming. If any of us quit before the end, he'd get five hundred dollars consolation pay and his five grand would be split among the survivors at the end. If I got extremely lucky and turned out to be the sole survivor, I'd end up with twenty five thousand dollars! I thought about what I could do with that kind of money and had no trouble deciding that I'd put up with absolutely anything the producers chose to put me through! Hours later, I had shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair that was incredibly beautiful! My eyebrows were very thin and arched, opening up my eyes, which were done in earth tones to compliment my hair color. My legs, arms, and chest were silky smooth and I would be able to fit into a very skimpy bikini bottom without any hair poking out. Other things poking out were another matter entirely, but my pubic hair was under control! We were ushered back to our rooms to change for dinner. Our faithful camera crews tagged along of course, they wanted to record our first attempts to put on bras as well as the dinner outfits that had been chosen for us. Our outfits weren't very flashy, thank God, just pretty outfits with the necessary lingerie and accessories a woman would wear to a nice restaurant. The wardrobe coordinators had obviously taken great care selecting classy looking outfits any woman would love. Waiting for me was a pale yellow silk dress with sheer sleeves, a flip style skirt that moved seductively with every step I took and a V-neck cut low enough to show off the tops of my new breasts. Next to it was a bra, slip, and panty set in virginal white with lace insets on the sides of the panties, lace cups on the bra, and several inches of lace trim around the bottom of the half-slip. A gold chain belt set the outfit off perfectly and several pairs of tan pantyhose were also included in case I ruined a pair while learning to put them on. The cameras were rolling as soon as I changed into the new panties; they caught my attempts to get the bra fastened, my struggle to pull up my pantyhose, and my embarrassed look as I stepped into the slip. I paid careful attention as I was shown how to step into and pull the dress up to prevent mussing my hair. As the wardrobe lady zipped up the back of my dress I wondered how they'd have reacted if I had fastened the bra from the front, then rotated it around before putting my arms into the straps and expertly adjusting them. They certainly would've been surprised with the ease in which I could put pantyhose on and adjust them just right not to mention unzipping the dress enough to get it over my head, zipping it back up and then checking to make sure that my slip was not peeking out from under my skirt. They would've been very impressed, I was sure. They would have complimented me on my abilities just before telling me to get lost. Not only would I be out of the contest, they probably wouldn't even give me the consolation prize! No, better to pretend that feminine outfits were a mystery to me and hope to wait the others out so I could get all of the prize money! I let my wardrobe planner help adjust my dress and steady me while I stepped into the heels I was to wear. I didn't need to pretend to be unsteady in the heels; I'd never worn any that high and getting used to them was not going to be easy. Everyone associated with the show loved my stumbling though; it was the perfect footage of a guy trying to walk in heels. It would be a big hit during the show. With a little help, I was able to stumble to the dining room the show had reserved for us. Patty looked out of place in a tight red dress that ended well above her knees. She kept tugging at the skirt in a futile attempt to force it down further. Her hair had been changed from dark brown to a golden blonde with loose curls and an expert makeup job gave her inviting eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. Was she cast to be the dumb blonde of our little group? Michelle was very smartly dressed in a little black dress, dark stockings, and a pearl necklace with earrings. She wasn't having any more luck walking in heels than Patty and I, but she seemed to be trying harder to master feminine mannerisms. Her short brown hair covered her ears and the style seemed very appropriate to a businesswoman. Lucille looked like she had the potential to be a model. Her full lips, high cheekbones, and expressive eyes were a complete waste on a man. Her wardrobe assistant had chosen a dark gray dress that came just to mid-thigh, leaving an expanse of leg that any man with a pulse, and perhaps several without a pulse, would be attracted to! I couldn't if I should check her dress and makeup to judge how much competition she'd be, or just be content to stare at her long, sexy legs! Sure, I knew she was a man, but with legs and a figure like hers, it was pretty damned easy to overlook that little flaw. Unless she cracked under the pressure of being a beautiful woman, I knew I'd never get the complete payoff. I was even wondering how I could encourage her to keep going; I was torn between being fascinated with a man who could look so pretty and just forgetting that she really was a man! We were all complaining about what we'd been through so far; how much the waxing hurt, how tight our bras felt, and how difficult it was to walk in heels. The main complaint, or I guess the main fear, was the idea of spending an entire week on board a cruise ship as women. "I heard two of the assistant producers talking," Lucille told us. "We're going to have to dance with guys on that cruise!" "Dancing with a guy will be the least of our problems." I added. "We're going to be expected to wear bikinis and get tanned while on the cruise." "That won't work," Patty disagreed. "We could never wear bikinis!" "Crap!" Michelle groaned. "The bikini wax, that's why they did that!" "Exactly," I continued. "It doesn't matter to the producers if we look silly or not; the sillier we seem, the better they figure the ratings will be." We were interrupted before we could do any more complaining. "Good evening Ladies," Mr. Watts, the shows executive producer greeted us. "You're all looking quite lovely this evening and on behalf of the staff of the Ladylike show; we hope you've all had a nice day so far." We groaned but he laughed and continued. As you know, you've been cast to appear in Ladylike, a reality show in which four normal men are transformed into lovely ladies and expected to live that way for two months." "During this time, we will be presenting you with challenges to see how well you can accept what women go through. You have been pampered and beautified already and you can expect several more trips to the beauty shop for waxings and makeovers." "In case you haven't read the contract, you will be expected to dress, look, and act as women for the duration of the filming. This will include the challenges I spoke of such as shopping for groceries, attending a bridal shower, aerobics class, and the grand finale - a week long cruise during which you'll wear casual outfits, ball gowns, and of course, swim suits." "These swim suits you mentioned," Lucille asked with a smile. "They wouldn't happen to be bikinis, would they?" A smile crept across Mr. Watts' face; it was an evil smile. "Yes, as a matter of fact they will be." He grinned. "But don't worry, by the time you go on the cruise, you'll have been schooled in feminine mannerisms, speech, and you will be provided with the means to wear a bikini in confidence." "You may also be wondering why it will take two months to accomplish the limited objectives that have been spelled out so far." He had an odd look on his face and something told me he was about to ruin our days. "The few items we've discussed - the bridal shower, shopping, and of course the cruise, will be shall we say the big ticket items for the show. There will also be the everyday challenges you'll need to meet such as learning feminine mannerisms, wardrobe selection, adjusting to having long fingernails, and perhaps a number of other items yet to be determined" "There will be no surprises, I can guarantee you ladies that much; everything will be discussed prior to implementation and you will of course have the option to exercise the negating option of your contracts. I do want to reiterate that exercising this option will result in the significant loss of remuneration for any and all time spent to date." "What did he say?" Patty whispered. "Can't he speak English?" "I'm sorry," He directed his attention to Patty. "Miss Hastings, is it?" Patty stared blankly for a few seconds until she realized he was talking to her. "Uh yeah, George, I guess I mean Patty Hastings. I didn't understand what you said." Mr. Watts smiled. "What I'm saying is simply that there will be other things you need to do for the filming that we did not specifically mention. Little things like learning to dress right for different occasion, and how to function as a woman in everyday life. These items are covered under the "miscellaneous additional items" part of your contracts. If at any time you don't think that you can continue, you may leave with only five hundred dollars." "Oh, okay." Patty nodded. I didn't say a word but I couldn't help but wonder if she realized Mr. Watts was treating her like the airhead she appeared to be? "Excuse me." Lucille raised her hand. "This show isn't going to involve and interaction with men is it?" A broad smile crossed Mr. Watts' face. "There is nothing of the sort planned Lucille," He told us. "But with four lovely ladies, who can tell?" Damn, he was treating her completely opposite of the way he acted towards Patty. Almost, no, it couldn't be, yet it certainly seemed as if he wanted in her pants! I was afraid of what they had planned for me so I kept quiet and listened to the rest of what he had to say. "You'll be given crash courses in feminine dress, speech, and deportment of course. We don't want any needless embarrassment. You'll be expected to pay close attention so that you'll be able to grasp the fundamentals of wardrobe planning, cosmetics, and interacting with others." "A camera crew will be with you at all times, sometimes discreetly hidden, sometimes quite openly. We want to record both your reactions to being attractive women as well as the reactions of those you meet in the next two months." "I want to repeat that you will never be exposed to any intentional humiliation or physical danger; we have planned for every contingency and off duty police officers will always be nearby should anything go wrong. We want this to be an enjoyable experience so that we'll end up with a ratings success!" He thanked us and left us to our dinners. "What do you do in the real world?" Michelle asked. "I do IT consulting; I go into companies and advise them on how to set up their computer systems." "I'm in sales," Lucille laughed and gestured to her dress. "I'm used to spending a lot of money to look good, but I never planned on this!" "I do a lot of work for non-profit foundations," Michelle also laughed. "I never thought I'd end up wearing foundation garments though!" "I 'm in my sophomore year in college," Patty said as she shook her head. "I'm working on a Bachelors in business Administration. The five grand from this will help with tuition." "I worked in the Purchasing department until two weeks ago," I told them. "My sister suggested this as a way to make a few bucks. Unemployment pay isn't much and I've got two sons at home." "Good luck," Patty smiled at me. "I have a feeling this isn't going to be easy." "Why do you think that?" Lucille asked. "It's only been a few hours." "Look at the way we're dressed; am I the only one who thinks it's a little odd"" "I don't typically wear Pearls," Michelle laughed, "A little too rich for my budget." "Close Michelle but no cookie." Patty nodded. "Are any of you ladies wearing cotton underwear? Obviously none of us are wearing slacks but how many of us are wearing pantyhose?" Michelle and I raised our hands. Patty looked at Lucille. "Nylons," she smiled, "the kind with an elastic top to hold them up. I looked at the label in the panties, 100% satin." "I didn't look at the tag but my underwear's certainly not cotton." Michelle acknowledged. "Mine either," I declared. "I'm wearing L'eggs pantyhose though." "Anyone care to trade?" Patty asked. "I've got very sheer nylons with a garter belt and I'm wearing thong panties." "Nylons and a thong"" Michelle nearly dropped her fork. "I'd give anything to get my girlfriend to dress like that!" "She's welcome to it," Patty groaned, obviously embarrassed. "I hope she likes black lace." "I would!" Michelle laughed. "On her." "Okay, do you see where I'm going with all this?" Patty asked quietly. "Lucille, you're supposed to be the glamorous model; Michelle has the business woman look, professional, yet feminine. Darla, you're the Soccer Mom, and I'm everybody's cute little sister, on the brink of being a woman. They chose us based on our abilities to fill preconceived roles - Lucille; you're the beautiful, graceful, and desirable woman. Michelle is pretty, feminine, and very alluring. She's as comfortable in the boardroom as she is in the bedroom. Darla is the soccer mom, reliable, attractive, but devoted to her family." She paused for a moment. "Then of course there's me - Patty the cheerleader. I'm the hot young babe that would have drives guys crazy without meaning to. I wear sexy lingerie because I like the way it looks, it makes me feel sexy and guilty at the same time. I'm supposed to be the cheerleader who wants to date the quarterback. One look at me and guys are supposed to drool." "I wonder how many of you are wearing a red push up bra. Did any of you have your pubic hair trimmed in a heart shape?" She looked at each of us but knew what the answer would be. "No, I didn't think so." She shook her head. "If I didn't need the money, I'd tell them what they could do with their damned thong panties!" She hesitated for a second and then started laughing. "They could do exactly what the damned things are doing to me! How women get used to having something stuck up their butts is beyond my understanding." We got to know each other better over dinner but to my dismay, no one was willing to back out. Even Patty was determined to stay, even if she had to be a sweet, innocent, young girl. "What the heck, for what they're paying, I guess I can get used to it," she joked, "Although it is a bit of a pain in the butt!" Later I saw Patty's point when I was given a choice of long, white cotton nightgown with a blue ribbons threaded through the bodice or a knee length pink nightgown, also in cotton. I doubted that Patty and Lucille would have such choices! I got a wake up call promptly at six thirty the next morning telling me to shower; my wardrobe consultant was on her way to help me prepare for a day of femininity training. I stumbled out of bed and managed to get into the shower without killing my self. Waiting for me in the shower was a bar of scented soap in a lilac and pink wrapper that promised to leave my skin silky soft. The shampoo promised it would leave my hair beautifully clean, shiny, and full of body. Nothing I hadn't done before. I smiled as I lathered up. As a kid, Susie used to let me use the same brand of soap and shampoo. I loved the way I smelled after a shower, all girly like Susie and mom. I wrapped a towel around me and went to see what I was supposed to wear that day. Jenny, my wardrobe planner, had chosen a long white gauze skirt, a pink and white striped cotton shirt with three quarter sleeves, and a pair of low-heeled flip-flops. My lingerie was going to be a pair of white nylon panties, (I've had enough experience to know the difference between nylon and satin), trimmed with lace at the leg openings and waistband. A white bra with lace cups and a half-slip with a lace hem would complete my outfit. "No makeup," Jenny told me. "That's one of the things you'll learn today." Michelle looked comfortable in a long denim skirt and blue sleeveless top with mules and of course, Lucille was looking positively elegant in a turquoise ankle length, pleated skirt, birds egg blue, peasant top with short, puffed sleeves, and high-heeled sandals. When we got to the conference room Patty took our breath away. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail, her denim skirt was slightly shorter than her dress from the previous evening, and her pink, halter-top was cut low enough to give the Pope a stiffie! You couldn't help but look at the long, sexy legs running from her pink sparkly flip-flops to the edge of her skirt. I remembered the vacation my family took when I was fourteen. My skirts had been every bit as short as Patty's was; I wondered if she was enjoying wearing a mini skirt as much as I had? "Good morning ladies!" She greeted us as we walked in. "I hope everyone's rested and ready for another big day?" "You look lovely as usual Lucille, and how's our soccer mom today?" "I'm doing well thank you," I replied with a smile. "How's our favorite cheerleader this morning? In case you haven't been told, you make a sweet girl!" "Thanks, I think." She shook her head. "How am I supposed to go be so sweet looking like this? Hell, I look in the mirror and I want to jump my own bones!" "It's all part of the image of a very pretty, sweet young girl developing into a beautiful woman." I explained while trying to ignore the erection I was getting. "You're taking the new equipment out for a test drive to see how it handles." "Anyone want to do a lingerie check?" Michelle asked. "I'm wearing pale yellow hip hugger panties, nylon I suppose, with a little pink bow in the front. My bra has more lace on it than the wedding gowns my girlfriend's been checking out. "Would you believe, blue satin panties, matching bra, and camisole," Lucille winced. "Would you believe a pink lace thong, with matching bra?" Patty grinned. "I am such a slut!" "That you are," Michelle leered. "But sluts need love too." "Are you suggesting a little girl on girl action?" Patty was nearly doubled over with laughter. "If I have to spend the next two weeks with a little slut like you, I may just invite you to my place after this is over!" The repartee had to end; it was time for our girly lessons. We spent hours just learning to do our own nails and then it was on to makeup. I never wore more than eye shadow and blush and not much of that since mom and dad didn't think I was old enough for more. Mary never wore much makeup so it came as a surprise to me to find all the different products, colors, and blending involved. If I had kept dressing, I would've had a head start on my lessons; now I was trying to cram what my sister had spent years learning into a few hours. After makeup and nail care we had a light lunch and then it was on hair and deportment. I always thought I knew all about being a girl but there was so much I never knew. I understood smoothing my skirt as I sat but didn't realize that a lady will also smooth her skirt when she stands. Not only that, I had to remember the right way to stand, how to place my arms when I stood and even how to eat like a lady. I was finding out that there was a world of difference between being a teenager and an adult woman. The instructor kept emphasizing that if we didn't want to be ridiculed, we'd need to pay close attention. My grooming and deportment lessons were bringing back a flood of wonderful memories; dress shopping with mom and Susie, going to dinner in pretty dresses, how nice it felt to put on my first pair of stockings and of course that summer vacation at the beach! I spent two weeks as Darla, a cute fourteen year old who loved mini skirts, shorts, and cropped tops. Susie wanted her cute little sister to be comfortable as a girl around others so she and I went to the mall every chance we got before our vacation. Susie would let me do my own hair and makeup and she always told me I looked so cute. Sometimes I'd wear shorts and sometimes I'd wear one of my own skirts or borrow an outfit from Susie. Mom and dad teased me, saying that I was going to be a little heartbreaker. I wonder what they would've thought if they had known that Susie agreed, and was teaching me how to flirt with boys? The boys at the mall certainly didn't mind; to them I was Susie's cousin Donna, a sweetie who made them all hot and bothered when she smiled at them. We always brought money to buy lunch and snacks when we shopped but as long as there were boys at the mall, we never had to use our money. Boys were always happy to buy us lunch; all we had to do was let them sit and talk to us and they were happy. Things never got more serious than that since no boy was ever willing to shop with us. All the wonderful memories came flooding back and I began to wonder if I could start dressing again after the filming. It made me sad to give up on the idea but where would I get enough money for a set of clothes I couldn't wear outside of the house and how would I explain Aunt Donna to my sons? We spent every day for a week learning to dress, look, and act the parts we'd end up playing. We soon found out that Patty was right; we had been chosen to play specific roles in the show. No one ever came right out and admitted it but my wardrobe was something the average suburban wife and mother would wear; jeans, comfy tops, dresses, and skirts you'd expect to see at J.C. Penney, along with a few nightgowns and lingerie that was pretty but hardly sexy. Michelle ended up with more business suits than casual outfits; her lingerie was a notch above mine, sexy in a way to make her feel feminine in a suit. Her casual outfits were more of what you'd expect in an upscale women's shop, it looked like what a successful businesswoman would wear on her day off. Lucille couldn't believe the outfits she was expected to wear; form fitting dress and gowns that could have only come from very exclusive shops in New York, Los Angeles, or perhaps Beverly Hills. One of her casual outfits had to cost more than half my wardrobe combined! There wasn't a bit of cotton in her lingerie, everything was satin and dripping with lace! "What do they expect of me?" She asked one afternoon at dinner. "I have panties that would cost a day's pay and my dresses would send a woman with my income hurtling into bankruptcy. How am I supposed to be a model; before this, I was just an average Joe." "They're really doing a job on me." Patty, our sweet little co-ed announced. "I have some of the sexiest panties and bra's imaginable. I don't have a skirt that reaches past mid-thigh, and without too much effort I could probably win a spot with the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders." Looking at the sweet looking girl sitting next to me, I wondered what the producers had in mind for her. Would they actually expect her to try out for a cheerleading team? They'd be crazy to pass up an idea like that; she'd be perfect as a perky little thing jumping up and down, cheering for her team and her boyfriend the quarterback. She noticed me staring at her and smiled. "There's not much I wouldn't do for the money we're getting. If they want me to become a cheerleader, I'll do everything short of screwing the quarterback." "Same here," Lucille insisted. "They can ask anything they want and I'll do it." "You won't hear me passing judgment," Michelle tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She crossed her legs and gently pulled her skirt down. "I could've, probably should've, quit long ago. Instead, I stuck it out for the money just like the rest of you." "They've already worked wonders with us," I giggled. "They've taken four ordinary guys and turned us into whores." Within days we found out just what whores we'd become. After dinner one evening we were told that we would be making our debuts the next morning. For the first week, a woman from the show's staff would accompany us to get us used to being in public but after that, we had to function as women with no outside help. Patty would become a student at the local Community College, Michelle would interview for executive position, Lucille would go on various modeling assignments, and I would get a job as a cashier in a nearby department store. "These challenges are completely safe," Mr. Watts assured us. The college is willing to work with us, the companies are owned by the production company, the photographer doesn't care as long as he's paid, and we've cleared everything with the store." "You'll be picked up here at nine tomorrow morning so plan your outfits for tomorrow and get a good night's beauty sleep." "There has been a minor change to our plans for you ladies," He remarked. "Please give me your undivided attention as this is quite important." I looked at the other girls and saw the same wary expressions. Were they planning to subject us to something off the wall, like posing for Playboy, just to get ratings? "Relax ladies," he joked. "You're going to enjoy this." My pulse quickened as he went on to explain that although they had planned the base activities for us, the show's staff thought it might be interesting if we took on additional challenges. "Miss Hastings," He smiled at Patty. "Tomorrow a member of our staff will pose as your mother and accompany you on a tour of the campus. Only the president of the college knows that a male will be applying for admissions as a young woman. No one in the admissions department knows who you are or anything about this show. Your extra challenge will be to apply for admission to the college as Patty Hastings, an eighteen year old girl who wants to become a secretary." It was Lucille's turn next. "Ms. Carlton, you have come a long way in these few weeks. You've impressed everyone with your ability to assume the role of a beautiful, poised, fashion model and the staff is looking forward to seeing the results of your photo shoot, which by the way, a national magazine has agreed to publish." Lucille looked as if she was about to faint. "I'm going to be in a magazine, for real?" "For real," Mr. Watts nodded. "It will be an article favorably comparing you and several other women to the Glamorous women of the forties and fifties. There will be several shots of you in various outfits as well as a brief interview." "My God," she shook her head in disbelief. "What other challenge could there possibly be to top that?" "An excellent question; your extra challenge will be to land a modeling job on your own. You'll be provided with a resume and a portfolio but after that, you're on your own. A lovely woman like you should have no trouble with this challenge." Michelle stiffened up in fear when she heard her name. "Ms. Trenman, you will spend the next week posing as a consultant to one of our production companies." After that, you will be sent out of town to advise a small company that knows nothing about you except that you're the smartest woman in the IT field." Finally, it was my turn. I was just a housewife working in a department store, what more could I do? "You seem puzzled Mrs. Hartman, I imagine that you're wondering what possible challenge we could think up for you?" "Your job in the department store is not providing you with enough money to pay your bills so you've decided to moonlight." "You want me to get a second job? That doesn't seem too difficult." "The evil smile returned to his face. "Your challenge is to get a job as a cocktail waitress. That means working in a skirt and heels, fending off drunks and lechers while serving drinks." "I could never get away..." "Yes, you could." He said firmly. "The staff has been thinking of extra challenges since day one and evaluating them in terms of probability. Miss Hastings, do you doubt that you could successfully pass as a young lady ready to enter college?" "Like no chance," Patty shook her head. "I'm like, totally psyched, you know?" "Excellent, now Ms. Carlton, are we expecting too much of you to be a model?" "Strangely enough, I really believe I can do it!" Lucille exclaimed proudly. I wonder if she realized that she had fluffed her hair just before giving her answer. "No need to ask me," Michelle volunteered. "I'll be doing the same job I've been doing; only I'll be in a skirt and heels." "I made it this far," I grinned. "I don't know how I'm going to pass myself off as a cocktail waitress but I will be interesting to say the least." "You'll all be provided with the necessary prosthetics to carry out your deceptions. Once fitted, only an extremely close physical examination would reveal your true sex." I wondered what he meant but before I could ask folders were placed in front of each of us. "Please take the time to read the addendums to your contracts ladies; for this additional challenge we'll pay an extra one thousand dollars. We anticipate several smaller challenges in addition to the ones we have just discussed, each of which would pay five hundred dollars. It is possible that you could end up with approximately seven thousand dollars for your time. I did a quick rundown of what I could do with seven thousand dollars. Combined with the meager unemployment check, I could pay off a few bills, treat the boys to some fast food, and stock up on some bargains at the local warehouse outlet. I wouldn't be rich by and means but I wouldn't be standing on the corner begging for money either. The next morning found me in the HR department of a local store getting my photo ID and signing all the papers to start my new job. I wasn't at all surprised to find that I would be trained to handle two departments - lingerie and ladies dresses. My staff contact had a video camera in her purse capturing every bit of my first day on the job as a woman. Other staffers would stop in from time to time and discreetly film me, helping customers, chatting with the other women, and even walking into the ladies rest room. After a few hours, I didn't even notice that I was pretending to be a woman; wearing a skirt and heels seemed so natural! When my lunch break came, I spent it getting to know my coworkers, telling them about my life and hearing all about theirs. It was fun bonding with the other ladies; men were never that open, I worked with guys for years and didn't know anything about their families. If the pay had been better, I could have gotten used to working there. By the end of the day, I had made several new friends and successfully passed as a woman to my coworkers and customers. My feet ached from the heels I wore but I was so happy I could've flown back to the hotel! This was at least as good as spending my summer vacation as Donna; the only down part was that it would soon end. It wasn't fair that this experience had brought back feelings that I thought I had long ago put to rest. The feel of silky panties, the swish of a skirt against my legs, the tightness of a bra, they were all such wonderful feelings that brought back memories of a happier time in my life. In a few weeks, I was going to have to leave all of this joy behind and I don't know how I'm going to do it. The last time I had discovered girls, which took my mind off things. Then Mary came along and became the most exciting thing in my life. Now, Mary was gone, I'm out of work and I worry constantly about taking care of the wonderful sons Mary gave me. When I got back to the hotel, I was surprised to see Patty. Of course, I'd seen her everyday for a month now, but this was different. Instead of the cute kid in a mini skirt, there was a truly hot looking young woman in a low cut midriff top and a pair of low-rise short shorts that fit her like a second skin! Her hair was out of the ponytail and hung loose about her shoulders. I felt a familiar stirring in my panties. "What happened to you?" I asked, staring at her crotch. "The same thing that's going to happen to you and the other ladies," A production assistant told me. Miss Hastings is modeling a one-piece prosthetic device that gives her the curves along with the anatomically correct external genitals of a young woman." "A device has been made for each of you ladies which will allow Miss Hastings more versatility in her wardrobe." Patty laughed. "She means I can wear shorts and jeans instead of always wearing skirts." The assistant smiled and gestured for me to go behind a dressing screen. "Please undress completely and then step into this," she handed me a flesh colored item that looked like some sort of bathing suit. "Let me know if you need any help." I carefully undressed, hung my skirt and blouse on hangers before placing my slip, bra, panties, and hose on a chair. I stared at the device, turned it right side up, upside down, inside out, and every which way I could think of but couldn't figure it out. "Would you like some help Mrs. Hartman?" The assistant asked. "Yes, please. I'm completely lost." I was shown how to step into the device, pull it over my hips, and tuck my organ into a tube that would force me to sit to use the restroom. The assistant glued the flaps to my hips then brought the sides together under my breasts and glued them. I was amazed with how realistic I looked; even my pubic hairs were poking through the device. I was nearly overwhelmed with glee; I had the figure and genitals of a woman my age; I had to concentrate to keep from grabbing the assistant and kissing her! "This is so strange," I muttered as I looked at the naked lady in the mirror. She had nicely sized breasts that didn't sag, her side curved in nicely before coming out to hips that would fit nicely into a pair of misses jeans. Her tummy was flat as a board; obviously, this lady had done some exercise to keep in shape after having children. "You look pretty hot for an old broad!" Patty started to giggle as she watched me staring at myself. "Who's old, you little snot? I teased. "And since when do you giggle?" "Compared to hot young honeys like me, you're old!" She giggled again. "I don't know when I started to giggle but it seems to fit." "As do those shorts," I gave her a stern look. "You don't expect to go out in public like that do you? Your father will have a heart attack." "Oh chill, will you mom?" She teased, flipping her pretty head to clear the hair from her eyes. "You and daddy are such old farts." "Go play while I get dressed," I told her with a smile. "I'll deal with you when your father gets home." When I put my panties and bra back on, I loved the small mound in my panties and the firm breasts secured in my lacy bra. I can't say how I'll be able to go back to being a man again and I'm not sure I care! Patty and I sipped diet colas and exchanged stories of our first day in public as females. She was excited about how she walked around the campus with her "Mom," checking out the buildings, the other students, and even talking to a counselor about what courses she could take. "The girls we met were so friendly; they smiled and offered help when we got lost. When they heard that I was thinking of attending the school, they immediately gave me the lowdown on what courses were the easiest, which instructors to avoid, and of course, where the cutest guys hung out." " It was almost impossible to get a guy to go into that kind of detail," She shook her head in wonder. "I guess I'm the same way in the real world." "I know exactly what you mean!" I told her as I talked of the new friends I'd made, how they were quick to pull out pictures of their children, and how quickly I did the same thing. "They thought my boys were so cute," I beamed. "Imagine running into total strangers who are so smart?" As we talked, Michelle and Lucille wandered back so we decided to watch as they were fitted with their new body parts. "Holy hell," Michelle whispered as she examined herself. "I'm a walking, talking, sex object!" "Almost, but no quite," I told her as I pulled Patty to where Michelle could see her. "Take a gander at this little boy toy!" "Whoa!" Michelle exclaimed, as she looked Patty over carefully. "I've always been partial to the college girls, what do you say we get together at my place? I could help you study." "Sorry, you're too old and too female for me," she pouted. "You wouldn't happen to have a cute son, say around eighteen or nineteen?" "Behave yourself young lady!" Lucille jokingly admonished. "What's gotten into you?" "All those cute guys on campus, the first chance I get." Patty giggled. She was totally into her character, or was she? We spent the next two weeks in our new roles. Lucille spent her days modeling beautiful outfits and her evenings attending cocktail parties. In no time at all she had landed a plum modeling assignment for a magazine layout, which would net her several hundred dollars for two days work in addition to the bonus from the show. Michelle seemed happy; she was doing the job she loved, she'd landed a consulting contract on her own, and she enjoyed impressing people who thought she'd been hired for her looks. I was working with some of the nicest women I'd ever known and they accepted me as one of their own. We talked about our families, exchanged recipes and gossip, and cried on each other's shoulders when we needed to. It was a bonding experience so special that I new I'd never forget them. Patty was obviously having the time of her life. She wasted no time in getting accepted to the school, attended classes during the day and spent several evenings shopping with girls she'd met. By the end of the two months, we'd all completed our original challenges and had sailed through several others. We'd enjoyed a bridal shower for one of the girls on the production staff, and if there had been more time, Patty would've accepted the spot offered her on the cheerleading squad. The strangest part of our little adventure was of course the cruise. The four of us were stuck at sea for an entire week as women. No one on the cruise knew about the show and all filming was done on the sly. We were stuck at sea for a week in our chosen roles with no way out. Because of Patty's age, she was listed as my daughter and we shared a cabin. By then, I'd grown so fond of her that I didn't flinch when she called me mom, even in the privacy of our cabin. She was exactly the kind of girl every mother dreams of; sweet, lovable, helpful, and so very pretty. The other women and I decided that we would pose as friends who decided to take a cruise together; that way we could spend time together and compare notes on the experience. Patty groaned, but accepted referring to Michelle and Lucille as Ms. Trenman and Ms. Carlton. After all, they were her elders and I expected my darling daughter to respect them. The first few hours on the cruise were scary; we were nervous that we might not be able to convince several hundred people that we were really women. We unpacked our bags, and decided to jump right in with the day's activities in the lounge. We found a table with four open seats and made ourselves comfortable as the ship's Captain introduced himself and told us what we could expect. When he finished, a perky blonde Cruise Director that reminded me of Patty took over. There were so many different things to do; it would take at least a week to try them all. We enjoyed a light snack, talked to a few others, then went back to our cabins to prepare for our final challenge- sunbathing. Patty slithered into a sexy little yellow bikini that would turn her into a magnet for every young guy on the ship. She posed and primped in front of a mirror before sliding a sheer yellow dress over her head and slipping into a pair of flip-flops. I chose a conservative, two-piece suit in the same shade of yellow as Patty's. Since we were to be mother and daughter on the cruise, we thought it would be funny to have several matching outfits and swimsuits were the first thing we shopped for. I can honestly say that both Patty and I had a great time shopping for matching outfits. First, she talked me into several denim skirts and I talked her into buying a Little Black Dress. She countered with several pairs of thong panties, but I made a comeback by choosing a stunning, backless, red evening gown with a pair of matching, four inch sandals. My little girl would be the belle of the ball! I hoped that someone was recording the expressions of the men around us as Patty and I slipped off our covers and stretched out to sun ourselves. From the corner of my eye, I could see several guys who simply stopped what they were doing and stared. Looking over at Patty, I saw that she had noticed too and was eating up the attention. The guys must've thought they died and gone to Heaven when Michelle and Lucille joined us. Thr