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Healing With Heels Sandi had remembered the specialist's remark regarding her husband. "She should wear high heals for a couple of months to promote healing." Sandi was determined to follow the doctor's advice to the letter. That afternoon she entered Johnny's room carrying a shoe box. "How's my baby?" she opened as usual. "Are you ready to come home and share a bed with me?" "More than ready! I see Mary told you about the shoes." He nodded towards the box. "Isn't it lucky we wear the same size shoes?" "Oh sure," he remarked in sarcastic tones. "I must be one of the luckiest men in the world to be able to wear my wife's high heels. I might just put them on and walk to Vegas I feel so lucky." "It won't be so bad. High heels always make me feel tall and powerful." "And sexy!" he interrupted. "I've got to know now. How much of that wiggle in your walk is you and how much is the shoes?" She laughed at his observation. "I suppose it's maybe a third the shoes... another third is because of the way women are built... and perhaps a third is training in how a fashionable lady walks." "To get free of this place, I'll learn to live with one third of a wiggle. We might as well get this show on the road. Let me see the shoes." Johnny balked when he saw her selection. Perhaps another couple of weeks in bed wouldn't be so bad. The shoes were a white, open toe sling. The sides were of soft scalloped leather with a strap going around the heel and over the instep. The heel looked enormous from his perspective. It gracefully curved inward beneath the top of the shoe and curved back out at the ground. It was more substantial than some of her spiked heels but he was still unsure. "I chose this pair because the toe is open. It will take you awhile to feel comfortable in a closed toe design." Johnny grunted at the idea of ever feeling comfortable in any style of women's footwear. "The heel is a little wider than most of my heels," she continued undisturbed by his grunting. "And besides, the color goes well with your gown." Johnny had almost forgotten the gown that had been his only clothing for two weeks. He had worn the pink cotton hospital gowns for the first week. One evening he had complained to his wife about how his gown was uncomfortable because it was open in the back. He told her he felt self conscious around Mary and Charlotte. He asked her to bring him some pajamas. "How are you going to get that huge cast through the leg opening? Wait I have an idea," she said and then left him alone for about 30 minutes. "This should make you feel better." Sandi gave Johnny a mint green cotton sleep shirt. Except for some delicate piping at the neck and hemline, it could be mistaken for a man's shirt. Well, that is, if you discounted the color. Two nights later, while Sandi was giving him a bath, she managed to spill a bowl of water on the floor right where she had placed the night shirt. "Not to worry," she said dropping a towel on the floor to absorb the spill. "I'll run home and get you a clean gown." The second gown was quite a bit different from the first. The color was a bright turquoise and was made of nylon tricot. The sleeves were a little fuller as was the skirt portion. Both had a bit of lace at their hems. The tricot felt nice to his denuded skin but he was a little uneasy about the feminine frills. Johnny was his own culprit the last time. He had spilled about half of his protein shake down the front of his gown. He was able to contain the disaster with the help of a large towel, but as the day went on the sticky aftermath was beginning to smell bad. Sandi entered an hour later with her latest offering. This gown could in no way be anything but overtly feminine. The ivory satin extended to ankle length with a delicate lace outlining the front slit that extended to mid-thigh. It had full 3/4 length sleeves, again finished with a matching lace. The neck descended to allow complete viewing of the wearer's cleavage which was enhanced with a sort of support below the breasts. The bodice succeeded in lifting and displaying the wearer's breasts. The gown's support would not be necessary because of the corset's bra. The lace pattern and the gown and corset were nearly identical so they would appear to be one item. Sandi defended her choice by explaining that this gown had a matching robe. Since he would be walking around the clinic, he needed the extra coverage. His wife insisted that he wear a thigh high nude hose on his good leg before trying on the shoe. He secretly marveled at how smooth and soft it felt next to his skin. Outwardly, he continued to complain. Johnny was already wearing the matching gown and robe. Mary entered just as Sandi was buckling the shoe. The two women got on either side of Johnny and allowed him to grow accustomed to the height of the shoe. Within a couple of minutes, he was gingerly navigating the halls. Both Sandi and Mary kept giving advice. "Continue taking shorter steps...Allow the heel to land first...Move your leg from the hip..." The ongoing commentary continued until they turned into the area that was to be the clinic's beauty salon. The room was unfinished. There were no vanity lights, no completed beauty stations, no mirrors, and was lacking paint and wallpaper. The shampoo area was operational, however. Johnny was led to one of the shampoo chairs and allowed to sit down. "I think while you are resting, I try to wash away two weeks of oil, sweat and tangles out of your hair," Sandi said. "Oil, Sweat and Tangles....Didn't we see them in concert once?" Johnny joked. Mary laughed and indicated she would return when Sandi was finished. His head was lowered into the bowl. Sandi lathered his head twice before she was satisfied. She then applied a good conditioner to his hair. After a few minutes, she rinsed his hair again and helped him walk to one of the styling chairs. "Let me comb you out and see just how misshaped your hair is." Sandi was amazed that his hair seemed to have grown two inches in the past two weeks. It appeared his hair was rebelling against being cut and was working overtime to reestablish itself. At this growth rate, she knew Johnny would be fighting a losing battle maintaining short hair. "I need to do a little trimming to even this up," she noted. "Wait a minute, I thought cutting my hair was bad!" he cautioned. "Only when done in mass; Mary said I could lightly trim your hair once a week as long as I didn't do any drastic cutting." When Sandi was finished trimming, the top of her husbands hair was over 4 inches in length with the sides and back being about and inch shorter. She cut the front of his hair straight across his forehead to form bangs. She began styling and drying his hair using her fingers and a round brush to put gentle waves throughout his hair. Johnny had no mirror to see her work but Sandi seemed very happy with the results. When Mary returned she said nothing but smiled at the wavy little bob style that Sandi had created. It was agreed that Johnny could go home the next morning if he could walk there on his own power. Johnny agreed stating he would walk home on his hands if it was needed to be released. Home to Heal Sandi arrived early the next morning with a proposition. "How would you like to have breakfast on our back patio at home?" she asked. "That sounds wonderful," he replied. "I brought you a change of clothes since the gown and robe are not appropriate for walking outside. I got you a housecoat to wear." She produced a light blue short sleeved outfit that had a navy piping at the hem and around the sleeves. "I'm not wearing that," he declared. "That looks just like a dress." "It is not a dress," she corrected. "You have to wear something and we just aren't going to be able to get a pair of pants over that cast. It's wear clothes similar to this or stay here until the cast comes off and you can put on pants." "You have no idea how embarrassing this is," Johnny stated as he relented to his wife's clothing choice. Again he wore the thigh high nude stockings and the high heel. Sandi took a few minutes to repair his hair before they started making their way home. Sandi used the time it took for Johnny to limp home to give him further instructions in how to walk in what was essentially a skirt. Her admonitions of taking smaller steps were unnecessary due to the height of the heels and the restrictions the skirt's hem made when striking his knees. Being home provided some diversions from the mundane, everyday activities of being a patient at the clinic. He could move about the house, make phone calls to suppliers, do bookkeeping, follow the stock market, and other activities which helped the day pass quicker until Sandi returned in the evenings. His clothing choices were dictated by his wife as well as his changing body. She insisted that he always wear a thigh high hose as well as a high heel shoe. She made sure the shoe matched his outerwear. His male underwear was discarded for Sandi's panties after he ripped the second pair of boxer shorts. Sandi reasoned that since his body was now shaped more like a woman's than ever before, panties were a necessity. Plain white and pastels were followed by more ornate ones with lace overlays. During one of Mary's house calls, she declared that the corset could be removed. Johnny was thrilled to get out of that damnable contraption. He was surprised at just how little relief he obtained from the corset's removal. The combination of the severe dieting because of his broken jaw and the insidious transformation of the hormones his body was producing had drastically reshaped his body. Mary produced a cloth measuring tape and systematically measured and recorded the size of his chest, waist and hips. She asked Sandi to bring the scales from the bathroom so she could check his weight. Sandi had anticipated Johnny checking his weight regularly as soon as he could to know when he was reaching his goal weight. She had begun to believe that 150 pounds would still be too much weight for her husband. She had the scales recalibrated to show weight 20 pounds heavier than actuality. Johnny was only wearing a pair of panties when he stepped on the scales. The scales read 167 pounds. He complained "I can't believe I only lost three pounds over the last 2 weeks!" Mary, too, was a little surprised by the small loss. "It is harder for women to lose weight than men," she explained. "I suppose that since your hormones are so out of normal parameters, your metabolism is reacting more like a woman's than a man's." "Now that you are home we can begin exercising together and get your metabolism burning hotter," Sandi interjected. "Also, we'll have to be even more diligent in your dieting." Johnny tried to change the direction of the conversation. "Mary, what's with the measurements you took?" "I wanted to record what I am seeing." "And what is that?" he asked. "The Sampson Syndrome seems to be much stronger than I anticipated. Your current measurements are 36-26-34. At this point, I suspect your measurements are very similar to your wife's." "Actually he is a couple of inches larger in the waist and a couple of inches smaller in the hips. Our chest size is the same but my breasts are larger," Sandi noted. "Your breasts aren't that much larger. He is nearly a full B cup," Mary retorted. Johnny looked at the mirrored wall in the dining area. Without the corset's restriction and support, he was able to take a long appraising look at himself. What he saw scared him beyond words. He noted how frail his arms and shoulders appeared. His neck seemed to blend smoothly into his shoulders with no male-like musculature that was once a part of his shoulders. His arms were devoid of any mass. He really looked at his face and hair for the first time since the fight. His light blond hair already covered his ears on the side while the top was over 6 inches long. The bangs ended level with his eyebrows. What was different about his face? His skin was almost an alabaster with no signs of wrinkles or sun damage. He noted there was absolutely no beard shadow. He knew his nose was smaller but did it really turn up at the end? What was different with his cheeks and his forehead? He knew they were somehow different but couldn't actually remember how he looked before. The greatest change was definitely his torso. His once distinctly male body with a typical man's beer gut and love handles was gone. It had been replaced with a small, flat waist that gently flared into hips that were 8 inches larger than his waist. He noted that his hips were nearly as wide as his now smaller shoulders. All of this he observed in a matter of seconds. The most disconcerting change was his chest. Two well formed breasts stood out proudly. They could not be mistaken for the excessive fat that some men have on their chests. His chest wall, upper back, and underarms were very sleek but his breasts seemed to erupt from nowhere. Each was crowned with a light pink aureole and a nipple larger than a pencil eraser. There was no doubt: he had breasts, tits, jugs, boobs... Mary interrupted his self examination by declaring that without the corset's assistance, he needed another form of support. "Sandi, do you have a bra that is a little tight on you that Johnny can use for awhile?" "Why in Hell would I do that?" he demanded. "I'm embarrassed enough by their growth without emphasizing them even more." "If you don't provide support, when this condition reverses itself, you are going to be left with a set of hanging, floppy breasts," Mary countered. "You will not be emphasizing them, only supporting them properly." "You mentioned when we first did the liposuction that breast could be removed surgically. I'm ready to go under the knife!" "Sorry, but I can't do that at this time," Mary said. "Fat has to go somewhere. If not your breasts and behind then it could easily go internally around your heart. Your best hope for ridding yourself of your feminine physique is to continue dieting. You may have to even go below your original goal weight and then later add some additional weight in muscle mass." "I need to start working out seriously but that is nearly impossible with my foot still in a cast. When can I take this thing off?" "I'm not sure. I want the foot specialist who applied the cast to remove it and give you a clean bill of health...but..." Mary hesitated trying to find the right words. "well, that brings us to another problem." "What other problem?" "Dr. Trimmer, the orthopedist who set your foot, thinks you are a woman." "Why in Hell would she think that?" he demanded. "She only saw your foot and leg. With your small feet and no hair on your legs, I suppose she assumed you were a female. She referred to you as 'she' and I figured it would be less complicated if she went on believing that you were a woman." "Less complicated! Less complicated for whom?" "For all of us," Mary explained. "She couldn't see the length of your hair because we had it covered in a surgical cap. How was I going to explain that the man with no hair on his legs and the beginnings of a fine feminine figure was Sandi's husband and my business associate?" "You just tell her, that's how!" he argued. "And what do I tell her when she examines your foot again and notices that you have no body hair, no beard, B-cup breasts, wide hips, and a woman's musculature? Do I tell her you are taking hormones because you are a transsexual?" "Of course not! That would be a lie and I'm sure she wouldn't believe it. Besides that, it would be embarrassing beyond belief." "What else could I tell her--you cut your hair and your body started changing? She would either think I knew nothing about diagnosis or would start inquiring why a hair cut could trigger such changes. Either way, our research could be jeopardized and we could lose all we are working so hard to accomplish." "So what do I do?" he asked. "I want this thing off as soon as possible so I can start getting into shape. Should I go to another doctor using a false name so it can't come back on us?" "I suppose you could but that might add another month to the time you are in the cast while we try to find a specialist willing to complete the work started by another doctor." "Come on, Mary," he whined. "There has to be another option." "The only one that comes immediately to mind is that we continue letting Dr. Trimmer believe you are a woman." "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" he said in a raised, totally frustrated voice. "I realize that my body is looking somewhat womanly but there is no way I could look or sound like a woman well enough to fool a doctor." "Don't be so quick!" Sandi replied. "I know I could make you look good enough to fool anyone and if you tried you could mimic the actions of a female well enough to go unnoticed." "Look, my ego is fragile enough right now without you insisting on this. Besides, there is no way to disguise my voice. All she has to do is ask me how I'm feeling and my goose is cooked." Mary answered his objection. "Let Sandi do her magic and you be the judge if your looks will pass inspection. If you clear that hurdle, I can give you some temporary help for your voice. I will set you an appointment for a week from now." Let the Mirror Be the Judge Johnny's choice was very simple: wear the brace until another doctor could examine him or try to impersonate a woman so that Dr. Tinner could release him from the cast...so he could start exercising...so he could lose weight...so he could resume his life as a man. Sandi used the upcoming appointment as an excuse to further her fantasies. She explained to her husband that discovery could be very embarrassing and possibly disastrous to their research. "Your best chance lies with letting me help you look and act as genuinely female as possible." "I'm resigned to trying this foolishness but I am the first person you will have to convince," he replied. "There is no better time than the present. Let's go to the salon while everyone is gone for the weekend. One thing though, if you are going to judge your looks, you have to allow me a free hand and not look at my masterpiece until I am finished." Reluctantly, he agreed. He wore his usual house dress and high heel. Upon arriving at the salon, Johnny noticed that some nice progress had been made. The floors were finished in an elegant bleached oak wood plank. The walls were a combination of glossy white wood moldings and dainty, pink floral wallpaper. Most of the furnishings were installed with the exception of the decorations and the mirrors. Sandi said, "When all of the mirrors are installed the place will look even bigger, but for now, it's just as well that they are missing. I want you to just relax and try to enjoy all of the things we women just adore." He snorted at being lumped in with the women but agreed to keep his mouth shut until Sandi was finished. Sandi produced a smock. She helped him out of the housecoat. He felt very vulnerable standing in the open wearing only his panties, heels, and one thigh high hose. He was almost grateful to don the lacy, pink covering. Sandi was taking no chances. She crushed a tranquilizer into a long stemmed glass filled with champagne. The dosage was strong enough to make him feel carefree while leaving him aware enough to know what was happening. They sipped champagne and discussed everything under the moon except why they were there. Sandi led him to a hair washing station after they had finished several glasses. She thoroughly washed his ever growing hair and followed with a good conditioning. He was then directed to a styling chair where he was covered with a pink and white cape. He was too mellow to protest as Sandi began combing a setting lotion through his hair. He still didn't protest as dozens of roller of various sizes were placed in a pattern to produce the style his wife had chosen. Was it a few minutes or much longer when she placed him under a dryer and set the timer? The combination of the warm air and the drinks had him dozing off. Sandi took advantage of his sleeping to work on his nails. Sandi continued to work applying a full set of nail tips which she blended into his own nails with a super hard acrylic coating. When she was finished applying polish, Johnny sported ten glistening red nails, all about a quarter inch beyond his finger tips. When they dried, she liberally coated his hands with a moisturizing cream, wrapped them in a plastic wrap and covered them with thick mittens she had warmed in the microwave. The bell sounded as the dryer turned off. The sound caused Johnny to awaken from his slumber. He inquired about the mittens. "I've covered your hands with a heavy coating of moisturizer. Leave the mittens on until the very end so that it has time to work." She led him to the same styling chair. She wheeled another cart into place. This one was filled with an array of different cosmetics. "I'm having second thoughts," he protested as she began organizing her choices. "Forget it!" she replied. "You promised to not interfere until I was through. Give me a little time and then you can be the final judge." Having no mirror present, he could only feel the individual task being accomplished as Sandi began the transformation. Her soothing touch, the alcohol and tranquilizer, combined to make him relax. He felt the small brush stroke across his eyelids. Sandi would work for a period and then look at her workmanship. He could see through the corner of his eye that she seemed to be alternating brushes and colors. The sponge that deposited foundation on his face actually felt pleasing. She said she was using different colors to add highlights to areas. A large brush was pulled over his cheekbones followed by an even larger brush that deposited some kind of powder over his entire face. She told him to close his eyes so she could attach some additional eyelashes. "Your eyelashes are OK as they are but I'm going to add some individual lashes to make them look longer and fuller." He restrained himself from protesting even though he was worried as she kept applying lash after lash to his upper and then lower lashes. He was told to open his eyes as a mascara wand deposited a black coloring to his lashes and the new ones she had just added. She took a pencil and finished by working on his brows. Johnny was handed another glass of champagne. "Sip on this while I get your outfit," Sandi said as she turned to walk to the office portion of the salon. Within moments she returned carrying a shoe box, a larger round box, and a clothes hanger covered by plastic. She indicated for him to stand and remove the smock. "Since you're not wearing a bra for support, I have an outfit designed to not require one." She removed the dress she intended for him to wear. This was not a robe or even a housecoat. It was unquestionably a dress. He could see clearly it was a cocktail dress. I was made of a gold fabric that seemed to sparkle as the overhead lights bounced of it. She had him step into it and immediately pulled the back zipper to the top. Although he had not enough time to really look at the garment, he could feel it mold to his body. He could feel how the built in cups lifted and supported his breasts. Again he was told to sit but was reminded to smooth the dress under his bottom to avoid wrinkles. He was still too stunned to be sitting in a beauty salon wearing a cocktail dress to complain as she removed the pump on his good foot. It was replaced by a strappy, gold sandal with a 4" heel which Sandi quickly buckled into place. She attached a pink combing cape around his neck. Again Sandi turned her attention to her husband's hair. Methodically, she began removing the numerous rollers. Again he could only feel as his hair sprung back into place as each roller was taken out. She immediately began brushing through his newly formed curls. "Why did I spend all of that time under a dryer cooking if you're going to pull all of hair out anyway," he complained. "For now you are just Mr. Ito! You can be Judge Ito when I finish. Trust me there is a reason for everything I'm doing." Sandi continued to brush his hair until she was satisfied. She then produced what appeared to be a comb with a fork on one end. She would take a section of hair and lift it away from his scalp and then comb and comb and comb that piece before going to another. This procedure continued until his entire scalp had been attacked. She stopped for a moment and he heard a zipper being opened on the larger box she had produced earlier. He felt her place something on top of the rat's nest that was formerly his hair. Again, she pulled and pricked until she seemed satisfied. She then took the fork end of the comb and began directing his hair into the final style she desired. She moved in front of her husband and smiled. Johnny's nervousness began to return in force. "Are you finished? Let me look so I can get out of all of this mess!" "Just a few finishing touches," she soothed. Sandi produced a lip liner and outlined his lips. She drew a little outside his natural lip line to enhance his lips. A small lip brush was used to fill between the newly created lines. Gently she clipped long earrings to his ears. He could feel their weight and the way they seemed to brush across the combing cape. Johnny nearly choked as a heavy mist of hair spray was used to secure his new hairdo in place. "Prepare to be shocked," Sandi said as she removed the cape and helped him up. She had him stand in front of the white wooden door leading between the salon and the boutique. She grabbed a camera and pointed it towards him. "Put that thing away!" he demanded. "I sure don't want a permanent record of this humiliation!" "I want a few pictures so you can see yourself later when you aren't as emotionally involved as you are now. You will be able to judge even better at that time," Sandi countered. "Now, smile!" Johnny stared blankly at the camera as Sandi began shooting. A flash was not needed because two overhead spotlights and vanity lights highlighted his face. After several clicks, Sandi stopped abruptly. "We can quit taking pictures as soon as you smile for a couple." He wanted to get this evening over, so he forced a smile. "That's much prettier!" Sandi said as she took several others, all the time telling him to "lift your chin", "turn your head a little to the left" and of course "Smile!" Eventually, she laid the camera aside. "Where is a mirror? I can't wait to get this done," he said as he tried to regain his balance on a heel higher than any he had worn before. "Since the circus left town, I'm probably the only clown left in these parts." "There is a full length mirror installed in the boutique next door." Sandi produced a key and opened a door leading from the salon to the boutique. The room was far from complete but there was a small, raised platform in front of a three way mirror. Sandi removed the mittens revealing his long red nails. Johnny instinctively raised the hem of his dress slightly to allow him to step upon the platform. "I want you to tell me the truth because I'll know if you are lying. Do you think anyone in their right mind would think you were anything but a beautiful woman?" He looked up at the mirrors and was assaulted from three directions. He recoiled back a step in fear and amazement at the reflection he viewed. His mind reeled in confusion at the sight of the person in the mirrors. He stared for a long period of time without making a sound. He was transfixed as he appraised what his eyes could not comprehend. He looked down at his feet and began registering the information that his vision provided. The gold high heeled sandal complimented his small foot and shapely calf. He was never considered tall as a man but with the additional height provided by his footwear, his legs seemed to go on forever. The dress he wore seemed to hug and emphasize every curve of his radically change body. His hips were full. His waist seemed tiny in comparison to the width of his bottom. From the side view he saw no hint of a man's protruding stomach. His eyes continued moving up. He was repulsed by the full breasts and deep cleavage that the dress showed to perfection. They were beautiful and inviting...that is, they would be if they were not attached to his chest. His hands rose involuntarily to cover the expanse of skin. He noticed the beautiful red nails displayed before him. The shock of noticing them for the first time caused him to drop them limply as his sides. His face was so utterly feminine. The makeup emphasized all of the changes he had endured due to the beating he had received. All of the swelling and discoloration had disappeared leaving only the final results to appraise. His neck was so slim and elegant with no sign of an Adam's apple. Was it the loss of weight or some trick accomplished with makeup? His lips seemed so foreign painted a deep crimson red. He remembered they matched his now longer fingernails. Were his lips really that full and kissable? His nose seemed so tiny with a cute upturn at the end. Was it really that cute or was it just the highlighting Sandi had added? His cheek bones seemed higher and fuller or was it just the blush? His eyes were so deep and full. Were they really as oval shaped as they seemed or was it the eye shadow? Or the liner? Was it the false lashes covered with mascara? His eyebrows seemed higher on his forehead or was it just an illusion from the brow coloring? He noticed the earrings. They were mixture of small, gold beads and sparkling crystal. This shoulder duster style changed his perspective of his ears. He could not picture what his ears looked like before these ornaments were attached. Were his ears really that small or was it just in comparison to the large objects hanging from his lobes? His hair had him completely confused. Had it magically grown in the time he had been under Sandi's ministrations? Soft wavy bangs ended just beneath his brows. The sides and the top were very full and filled with a multitude of flips and curls. The back ended in a cascade of full, golden blond waves reaching beneath his shoulders. The overall effect looked like the style worn by the blonde on the old television program Charlie's Angels. How could his hair ever look like this? His mind began racing. He rapidly searched for any indication the person reflecting in the mirror was not what she appeared. Surely, there was at least one obvious flaw in this disguise. "Well?" came a voice from somewhere beyond his attention. "Well?" the voice repeated drawing his attention back to the here and now. Something! There had to be something on which he could hang his hat and derail this runaway train...but what? "I'll repeat my earlier question," Sandi said causing him to turn and face her. "Do you think anyone in their right mind would think you were anything but a beautiful woman?" He turned back to the mirror afraid to speak. Something! Anything! He kept his eyes turned from his wife and continued to stare at his reflection hoping something would become obvious. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and quietly replied "No." "I thought I heard someone in here," Mary called as she entered the boutique from the outer hallway. "Who is your guest, Sandi?" Fear permeated Johnny's entire being. He tried turning away from Mary but actually provided her a complete view from three different angles. "Oh, dear!" Mary exclaimed. "Johnny? Is that really you?" "YES!" he rejoiced inwardly despite his utter humiliation at being discovered looking as his did. Since Mary could recognize him from 15 feet away despite all of the makeup, hair style, and clothes, the deal was off. Finally! He had his out! His hopes were immediately destroyed as Mary continued. "If I had not seen the cast on your foot I would have never recognized you in a million years!" Mary further buried the dagger into his last escape. "You are unquestionably beautiful! I can not believe how just a little makeup and a new hairdo can make you look so totally different!" Sandi could no longer withhold her enthusiasm. She beamed with the pride only an artist knows following the completion of her masterpiece. "Doesn't he look lovely?" "Indeed! Johnny, what do you think?" Mary asked. He knew he could not deny what he and the two women both saw. Unable to dispute his looks, he zeroed in on his last refuge. "I may have the looks but I certainly don't have the voice nor do I have any of the mannerisms that a woman has." "Sandi has two days to teach you enough to avoid detection from your movements and I will bring something over Sunday night to help you with your voice," Mary said putting an end to his hopes for relief. "Until then, pay attention to Sandi and try speaking a little quieter and with a little more breathiness." Sandi began immediately with Johnny instilling feminine movements and gesture. As they walked back to their home she constantly drilled him to "Take smaller steps!"...and "Move your legs from the hip!"...and "Pull your shoulders back!"...and "Keep a pretty smile on your face!" During the walk he became comfortable with the 4" heel. Except for the additional weight, the walking cast did not hamper his stride. His walk was becoming so graceful that he barely felt his feet strike the walkway. He seemed to glide along in smooth undulations. Sandi offered him a silk negligee to wear to bed. He was so confused by the evening's turn of events, he didn't think to object. Sandi led her beautiful husband to bed and purred, "You look good enough to eat." And, she did. A Different Way of Making Love They slept late the next morning having spent the entire night making love. Sandi treated her husband as special as any woman had ever been treated. She slowly and methodically made love to every square inch of his body. Sandi paid particular attention to his most feminine features. She relished in the softness of his skin. She caressed the gentle slope of his shoulders. Kisses were rained upon his prominent breasts raising him to new heights of excitement. As she stroked the essence of his manhood she would make soothing comments about his feminine features. In doing so, she reinforced the idea that his femininity was to be a source of untold pleasure in his future. "Your skin is so soft," she whispered as one hand stroked his makeup laden face while the other massaged his groin. "These beautiful nipples are begging to be kissed! See how they are reaching up to my lips." Their love making was exciting for both of them although Johnny was somewhat embarrassed to be on the receiving end of so much praise and attention. His taking the passive role during intercourse seemed right under the circumstances. A New Kind of Spring Training The entire weekend was spent teaching him how to be a lady. Sandi insisted he continues wearing dresses and skirts instead of the housecoats for which he had become accustomed. There was no respite from the constant teachings. "A lady uses her hands more expressively when she speaks and she always tries to keep eye contact with the person with whom she is speaking," Sandi stressed. The lesson was augmented with several hours of conversation where Johnny was forced to speak in a softer voice. She kept making him speak in a breathier manner until he felt that every word he spoke carried enough air to blow out the candles on an old person's birthday cake. His was gradually being directed to sound like a Hollywood sex-kitten from the 1960's. She looped a piece of rope around his thighs leaving just enough slack for him to take short, mincing steps. Every time he would take a normal step, the rope would snap taut. By Sunday evening he had been trained to shorten his stride causing his hips to wiggle seductively with each step. He had to master sitting, standing, entering or exiting an automobile, and bending at the knees to retrieve an object from the floor. He was drilled to be always diligent in crossing his legs in a ladylike manner lest he show his lacy underwear. As Sunday night approached, they heard Mary knocking on the back door. Johnny was grateful that this femininity boot camp was coming to an end. "I see from the way you are dressed and the way you move that you have been paying close attention to your wife's instructions," Mary observed. "I brought something that will help complete your authenticity." Mary reached into her bag and produced a bottle of liquid and a long cotton swab. Mary instructed him to take a pill she handed him. She was pleased to see how gracefully he handled the glass of water even with his new longer nails. "I just gave you a tranquilizer to help you rest tonight. It is completely understandable that you might be apprehensive about seeing Dr. Tinner in the morning." Johnny replied in a soft, airy voice, "That is the understatement of the decade!" Both Mary and Sandi smiled at the unforced feminine quality of his voice. "Your voice is nearly perfect," Mary noted. "I have something here that will make it even nicer." A slight quiver was detected in Johnny's voice as he asked, "What are you going to do?" "I am going to coat your vocal cords with a desensitizing solution. It will temporarily shrink them. The shrinking will cause you to only use the higher limits of your vocal range. The effect will last only a couple of days so make sure Cinderella is home in time." "Are you sure it's safe? I certainly don't want any more surprises!" "It is totally safe in limited usage. You would have to use some everyday for weeks on end to cause any permanent voice change." Mary took the swab and carefully coated his vocal cords. "The shrinking will take place over the next several hours. So just relax and let the tranquilizer work and in the morning you should have a voice as pretty as the person speaking." Sandi would have liked a repeat of the previous evening's love making but the tranquilizer was making it too hard for her husband to remain awake. Instead they fell asleep with Sandi's head resting in the crook of Johnny's arm. His last conscious thoughts were of his wife's fingers gently caressing his breasts. Two Heels Are Better Than One The alarm woke them before the sun had risen. Johnny had questioned why they had to get up 6 hours before his appointment with Dr. Tinner. Sandi had simply explained that it takes a woman much longer to get ready than a man. Discounting the one hour drive to the Doctor's office, he still felt five hours was allowing an excessive amount of time for dressing. Sandi snuggled even closer to her husband and asked, "How did you sleep last night, Honey?" "I slept fine," he answered causing him to immediately become fully awake. The voice that exited his mouth was not the voice to which they had become accustomed. This voice was high, soft, and unquestionably feminine. "Your voice, it sounds wonderful! Say something else!" Sandi urged. Her glee could not be contained. "I forgot..." he paused trying to come to terms with this new sound. "I forgot about all of this. I wasn't trying to speak higher!" "Try speaking as low as you can." "That's what I'm trying to do! This is as low as I can go!" he moaned. "Mary said this was only temporary, right?" "She said it would last a couple of days. Oh, this is great! You'll have absolutely no problems at the Doctor's now." Sandi told her husband to stay in bed a while longer while she started his bath. After a short time she returned with a cup of black coffee and directed him to get up and get into the tub. "I'll set your coffee on the edge of the tub. You just sit and relax for a while." He stepped out of the bed, slipped a high heeled mule on his good foot, and entered their bathroom. The oversized whirlpool tub was running and he noticed the water frothing more than usual. "What's with the water?" he asked. "I added some moisturizing beads. Make sure you don't get your cast wet," she answered. The water was at a temperature that made him ease himself down slowly. Once seated, the hot water began to make him relax. He closed his eyes and could swear he smelled the perfume that was Sandi's favorite. Sandi returned with a refill of coffee. "Time to get out and make sure you pat yourself dry. Come into the bedroom and I'll start getting you ready." Sandi provided Johnny with a silk robe to wear. He was told to sit at the vanity table. His wife began sectioning his hair and putting it up with small hot rollers. "You told me that you wove that hairpiece into my own hair. Do I really need this much hair to go to the Doctor?" he asked. "Look at it logically. Unless you want to become even more beautiful, you are not going to be able to cut your hair for quite some time to come. How do we explain how fast your hair is growing should you run into Dr. Tinner again in the future?" Johnny was so confused by the circumstances of the past few days that he forgot to ask a logical question: "Why would she suspect it is me if I'm dressed as a man?" The hair rolling continued with Sandi providing a running commentary of what she was doing and why. She was so thrilled by her husband's new voice that she insisted that he keep talking. She accomplished this by keeping a conversation going where he would have to answer questions and make comments. The application of the makeup didn't take as long as it did a few nights earlier even though Sandi applied her makeup at the same time as her husband's. She would first apply her own eye shadow while explaining how she was doing it. Then she would apply his. She even had him apply his own mascara. The individual lashes had remained in place even after Sandi had shown him how to remove his makeup each night. She explained that a special solvent would be needed to remove them. She told him she would do it later but had left them in place to make getting ready easier this morning. His makeup was very beautiful but not as dramatic as earlier. The look was more professional. His clothing "choices" began with a tight panty girdle and a single black thigh high stocking. She then produced a black, low-cut, lace demi-bra. Johnny started to balk but decided "In for a dime, in for a dollar". The bra had padding in the lower portion of the cup which caused his breasts to be lifted and pressed together. He shuddered at the abundant cleavage. A two piece ladies suit was taken off the hanger. It had a tight black skirt with reached below his knees. A front walking slit showed his legs to mid-thigh. The red coat with contrasting black buttons looked like the kind of outfit a lady executive might wear for an important business meeting. It was tight in the waist, cut almost daringly low at the neckline, and truly emphasized the wearer's femininity. Sandi opened a shoe box and handed one 3 1/2" black pump to Johnny. The other shoe was quietly placed in her oversized purse. Now fully dressed, he was told to sit and allow her to remove the rollers. His hair which had flowed to his shoulders for the past few days was now tightly hugging his scalp. He looked up with a puzzled expression. "Just wait; I know you will be impressed," Sandi assured. She began brushing his hair in the direction in which it was rolled. Sections were then back combed to produce volume. Sandi directed his hair into a French roll with curly tendrils falling in front of each ear which she then adorned with black and gold clip earrings. A gold choker, bracelet, watch and two gold and diamond rings were added as accessories. Johnny felt the clip on earrings left a little to be desired but he had little choice since most of Sandi's were for pierced ears. She finished by lining and filling his lips with a deep red that perfectly matched his nails. The final image presented was that of a beautiful executive who was conscious of her beauty and had to dress in a more professional manner to gain respect among her male peers. Except for the cast, Johnny knew the only stares he would receive would be admiring, not questioning. Both were too excited to take time to eat breakfast. Johnny was filled with fear of being discovered. Sandi was filled with the joy of anticipation at seeing her husband so beautiful finished and being in public. The drive to Dr. Tinner's office took an hour and fifteen minutes. Sandi suggested they go on in and trust the doctor was running early. Arriving at her office, they were surprised to find the waiting room empty. A nurse welcomed them and told Johnny to fill out the forms she provided. "I don't think I'm going to pass this test, Professor," Johnny whispered. "I can't even answer the first question!" "What first question?" "The first blank to be filled in is 'What is your name?' I can't write down my real name!" "How about Jeanette? That was your mother's name so it will be easier to remember and you can use your own last name." "Isn't that a little risky?" "I think it makes great sense. Think about it. You can say you are my sister-in-law and if she every sees you in male clothing she'll think there is a strong family resemblance between Johnny and Jeanette." He continued through the form listing Dr. Mary Watson as his personal physician. He answered 'no' to most of the health questions regarding past problems. At Sandi's suggestion he answered "yes" to having normal menstrual periods. He hoped the doctor wouldn't pursue any questions regarding his health that involved areas north of his ankle. The nurse led them back to an exam room. He was given a hospital gown and was told to strip down to his underwear. Sandi took his outerwear as they were removed. She suggested that he tuck his manhood back between his legs in the event that Dr. Tinner should catch a view of his crotch. Although somewhat uncomfortable, he quickly complied. Dr. Tinner entered and introduced herself to both of them. Sandi explained that she was married to Jeanette's brother. "I was there when you were in surgery," Dr. Tinner said to Johnny. "I hope you are pleased with Dr. Watson's workmanship. You look lovely and you can't see any traces of the trauma. How are you psychologically?" Johnny hesitated for a moment. Dr. Tinner assumed that her patient was searching for the words to express her emotions. In reality, Johnny was afraid his voice might revert in mid-sentence. "I've been able to put that in the past," his beautiful feminine voice responded. Dr. Tinner began removing the cast while still asking questions. As his skin came into view he noticed that it was very scaly from all of the dry dead skin. "We women are not accustomed to the violence in which some men relish. I'm sure that being attacked by some crazed felon must have been terrible!" Johnny wanted to respond by telling her that he had loved to box when he was younger. He wanted to tell her that although he had been badly mauled, he had been able to knock his opponent out. Instead, he answered as he knew she would expect. "It was very frightening. I'm looking forward to having this cast removed so I can put all of this behind me." The soft cast was removed and the doctor began probing and pushing on his foot. He was glad that he had concealed his privates because the crotch on his panty girdle was revealed several times during the exam. She had him ease his foot down to the floor but cautioned him to stay on his tip toes. "Slowly put some weight on your foot and then gradually start dropping your heel towards the floor. Tell me when you start feeling tightness or any pain. He did as instructed and informed her he felt tightness and a little pain when he tried to lower his heel much beyond how it had originally been cast. The doctor measured the distance from the floor to his heel. "The pain you feel is normal. It will take quite some time before all of the swelling subsides and the elasticity returns to your tendon. Until then you will need to support your foot and take stress off the injured area." The doctor continued, "You start experiencing pain when your heel is about 3" inches from the floor. You will have to wear your higher heels until the tendon allows itself to stretch all the way out. Massaging and hot water will help also." Mary had partially prepared him for this but he had been in hopes that his foot would be completely healed when the cast was removed. "How long before I can go without wearing heels?" he asked. "That will depend on several factors. Keeping your weight as low as possible will keep stress off the injury. I would say, on average, these problems correct themselves in about six to nine months. If you are not getting better in three months, come back in and let me reexamine you." "Pamper yourself with a pedicure while you are in town. Have them do the paraffin dip to put some moisture back into the skin where the cast was removed. I am sure you will feel better afterward." "How in Hell's bells am I going to be able to wear high heel shoes for the next six months or more?" Johnny asked Sandi after the doctor had departed. Sandi knew what his question meant but decided to avoid a direct answer. "Don't worry. You'll be walking like you've been in heels for years in no time at all." "You know that's not what I mean! What are people going to think when they see a man wearing high heels? At the very least I'll be laughed out of the state!" "Here's not the place to discuss this." Sandi hushed him as his voice had begun to rise in volume. "Slip on your other hose and shoe and we will leave for a place more private."