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Chapter 1 Rob walked along the busy avenue, as he made his way from the local diner down to the costume shop. Rob took hold of the door knob and entered the shop, as the sun began to hind behind the towers. He looked around as he walked in, and stared at the pictures of famous actress and movie monsters plastered on the shops lime green walls. He pulled himself away from those pictures when he remembered why he had gone in there in the first place. Rob had a Halloween party the next night at 8 PM, and it was too late in the month to be out looking for a great costume. However, Rob figured that he might as well look for a good costume, before he settled for something bland or unimaginative. He trolled through the costumes on one of the metal racks that stood on the shops floor as the shops closing time ran near. He looked at the superman, male cheerleader, football player, Frankenstein's monster, and Dracula costumes that abounded at that time of year. As Rob made his way through another rack, a man with white hair dressed in a simple brown suit walked over from behind the counter and asked, "Can I help you sir?" "Yes, I'm looking for something that no one would ever recognize me in!" "I think we can find something up your alley. Do you have specific requests?" "Well my friend who's throwing the party is Asian, so I'd like something with some oriental flavoring. If you have something like that, I'd love to get a hold of it." "I have just what you're looking for young man", the white haired man replied. Rob just stood still as the storekeeper entered the back room through the purple beads that covered the door way. Rob wondered, 'What could he have back there?' The answer was not immediately obvious to him, because the man came back out with a closed white box, and said, "Here you go. Just place the box under your bed tonight, and no one will ever recognize you in this costume tomorrow." "Really, what does it look like?" Rob asked as he tried to lift the cover. "Don't look now. I find that that my customers get the full appreciation for this type of costume in the morning, after they have followed my directions." "Why do I have to put it under my bed?" "It adds a little something to you as you sleep, and it makes the costume more convincing." "How does it do that?" "Do you really need to know?" "I guess not." "That's the right attitude, but I must warn you that you must be home before midnight, or you will find yourself permanently attached to your costume's alterations and it will supplant a part of you." "What the hell are you talking about?" Rob asked with a perplexed look on his face. "Just heed my warning, but if you still want the costume it will cost you 400 bucks." "If you won't let me see it, how can I be sure you're not ripping me off?" "If anyone recognizes you in it, provided that you don't tell them who you really are, I'll give you a full refund." "Satisfaction guaranteed huh?" "In a manner of speaking I suppose." "I'll take it." "Fantastic, will that be cash or credit?" "Cash", Rob said as he pulled out 4 hundred dollar bills from his overburdened wallet. "Thanks for the costume", Rob said as he headed towards the door. "Have fun with it, but just remember to get home by midnight." "I will", he replied sarcastically, as he exited the shop. Rob left the shop and proceeded back up the three blocks that lead to his apartment. It was a normal late autumn evening and the sun was going down. Rob noticed that it was a little warmer than usual, as he stared down at the exposed shoulders of couple of girls in front of him. Rob walked around them, because he felt they were walking too slowly. He pulled up in front of his apartment building after a couple of minutes of walking, and he let himself in. He bypassed the elevator and climbed the steps in the damp stairwell and ascended to the third story. He walked into the hallway and entered his apartment on the eastern side of the building. He placed the box on his dinning room table, and headed into the living room with a beer in hand. He sat down and he promised himself, 'I won't open that box till tomorrow. I'm not that curious.' The more he tried not to think about it, the more present it became in his mind. As he stared at the box, it seemed to shift and the cover seemed to lift a bit invitingly. 'I can't wait any longer I have to see it', he thought as jumped up as he finished his beer and seized the box and threw the lid off onto the other side of the table. Expecting to see a ninja suit or an anime character he looked at the costume, which was nothing more than a pink silk dress, heels, bra, panties, and a purse. 'Huh, how the hell is that Asian?' He wondered as he shook his head at the box's contents. 'I'll take it back in the morning. I'm going to kill that bastard for selling me this thing.' As he closed the lid to the box, he pondered about the man's other statement about placing the box under his bed. 'You know it couldn't hurt to follow that direction, what's the worst that could happen. I couldn't be anymore disappointed then I am now.' He went into his bedroom, and placed the box under his bed, and climbed into bed to get a good night of rest. As daylight broke he opened his eyes, and looked upon his utilitarian furniture arrangement and the golden tint filling the room that was framed by Rob's blue walls. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and he hopped out of bed in anticipation of a great day, and felt something jiggle. Rob felt a touch tickled the back of his neck and his boxers descended to the floor He looked down and screamed out, "What the hell?" Rob stared at the small breasts resting on his chest and ran his hands along them. He reached up and felt that his hair was different to. It seemed to be longer. Rob threw on a T-shirt and ran to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. "Wow", he muttered in a feminine voice. 'It must have been the costume. What did he say about it? It will add a little something to make it seem more realistic', Rob wondered as he stared at the beautiful Asian girl staring back at him. He looked himself over and thought, 'I look stunning!' He had a long narrow face with a small rounded chin, almond shaped eyes, thin arched eyebrows, and there seemed to be makeup on his face as well. His hair was jet black and combed out straight so that it framed his face. His once dull blue eyes were now glossy and black. 'What was that?' Rob wondered as he grabbed the chandelier earring's that hit him in the neck and face as he turned quickly. He examined them, and took hold of the matching necklace that was running down into his breasts that were still visible beneath his now comically oversized T-shirt. He realized that the costume did comply with his specifications. 'Well I look Asian, and no one will ever recognize me in that costume now. That's for sure.' He turned and walked out of the bathroom, but as he got away from the air freshener in his bathroom he stopped and wondered what that scent was. It was dancing deliciously on his nose. He searched for its place of origin, but found that the scent neither lessened nor increased. He then realized what it was. He moved his arm up to his face and whiffed it, and he blissfully exhaled. Not only did he look like a beautiful woman, but he had the aroma of one too. As he made and ate his breakfast, he wondered, 'What will the night bring me. Can I keep the guys off me? Will they even let me in, or will they throw me out?' He cleaned his plate after he finished eating and he went to his bedroom, and pulled the box out from under the bed. 'I guess I should put it on to see how I look in it', he figured as he took it in his hand. He pulled the dress out of the box, and laid it out across the bed. He pulled off his shirt, and grabbed the bra. He tugged at it until it rested smoothly and securely on his breasts. He then effortlessly pulled the panties into place and stared at the dress. He took hold of the bottom of the dress and slinked it over his head until his head pushed through the halter straps of its v-neck. He looked down to check the way that the dress situated itself on his body. It fell well above his knee, as the ruched sheer overlay on the bodice seemed to cling to his midriff. He walked to the bathroom, because he wanted to see how it looked on him. With every step he took the silk dress brushed across the front and back of his legs. Rob smiled as he moved into the bathroom, and thought, 'That feels a little weird, but it feels good.' Rob walked in front of the mirror and thought, 'Oh dear Lord, this girl is so stunning. How am I going to keep guys away from me? I am not going outside looking like this until I have to. I love the dress, it's flirty, but it doesn't say come and get it.' He kept smiling as he was repositioning himself in front of the mirror trying to get every view imaginable. He enjoyed the look of the girl staring back at him in the mirror, and he only reluctantly reminded himself that he was that girl. After some more posing a sudden thought hit his newly sleek body, 'Oh I have to pee', He moved about the bathroom, and he walked over to the bowl and hiked up his dress and thought, 'Oh no. I forgot about this.' 'How the hell do I do this?' He wondered as he stood before the bowl. He looked down and sat on the seat. 'How do I get it out', he wondered. He tried his best, and he finally he got it as the proper muscles began to contract and relax. 'What a relief', he figured as he finished up by grabbing some toilet paper to dry himself. Rob left the bathroom and headed for the living room to watch television. He was determined to live the rest of his day as he did every other Saturday. He watched TV, cleaned up the apartment, ate his lunch, and finished his evening with his dinner. However, as the time to leave drew near he realized that he had another task. He had to set up his pocketbook. He took out his wallet and placed his money, various cards, keys, and his now useless identification in his pink synthetic leather purse. He didn't have any makeup, but he did have a brush, so he placed it in his bag as well. He placed some change in the change purse that was attached to the inside of his bag. With the contents of his purse put together, he placed the strap of the bag on his shoulder and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall to check himself out one last time before he left for the party. Rob smiled at the perfect image staring back at him, as he bent down and slipped the two heeled shoes onto his feet. Rob took a deep breath and headed out the door. He opened the door that lead out of his apartment building and hit the crowded sidewalk that helped to frame the gridlocked street. The experience seemed almost foreign to him. He was 6 foot even, but as he made his way down the sidewalk in 3 inch heels, he seemed to be no more than 5 feet in stature. He couldn't see above the crowd as he usually did. His body also failed to move as quickly as it had the day before, due to a combination of walking in heels, shorter legs, and the restrictive qualities of the dress. He observed the pattern going around him with a bemused thought, 'Their walking around me. I used to make my way around people, and I can't even keep up with the girls walking in front of me now.' He hit the subway station and headed down the steep cement steps. He held the rail for the first time in years as he descended them. Rob carefully stepped down the stairs, and he took great pains to maneuver the heel of his shoe around the minefield of discarded gum that covered those steps. He made his way from the steps and fumbled with his purse as he tried to dig out his subway card as he headed to the turnstile. He pulled out the card and swiped it through the machine as he made his way to the right platform. As he walked through the subway station he found that the fact that he was walking in heels had kind of made him much more observant of where the grates were located in the floor. He also found that the oppressive heat that stifled the stale air that hung about the station seemed to be making him more uncomfortable than usual. He made his way onto the platform and waited with the crowd. He heard the familiar sound of the train coming in, and heard the squeak of the wheels as the brake was thrown. He walked up to the train and stepped into it. He moved to an empty seat and sat down. It was a strange moment as he changed from sitting with his legs open and slouching down in the seat, to sitting up straight and cross-legged. He looked about at his fellow subway patrons. It was the normal collection of blue collar workers and people going out to clubs, restaurants, parties, and pubs that ride the subway on weekends. As they hit the first stop after he entered the train, he saw that some of the men seemed to be drawn to him as they entered. A number of guys picked seats that had good views of him. They were looking down at cell phones or papers and then looking up at him in attempt to be inconspicuous. 'Look away from me, or come talk to me', Rob thought as he observed their actions that continued throughout the entire train ride. As his stop was called Rob rose from his seat and grabbed hold of the bar hanging well over his head, and barely within his grasp. He was almost forcibly thrown off balance as the train came to a halt, but he kept his balance and headed out the train door. He exited the station, with the same caution that he used to enter the other one. He watched where he walked out of the station and headed up the stairwell. He exited to the less crowded Northern streets, and headed down the brownstone lined block to his friends home. Then he remembered once more, 'No one can recognize me, and this is a private party. How am I going to get in? I can't go in the front, maybe I can make it in, in the back', he wondered as he stared up at the corner brownstone. Rob walked to the gate in the side fence, and began to slip his slender frame through the small opening he created in the locked chain linked fence. He pushed through it and collected himself as he stood out back. He looked down at himself and marveled, 'I can't believe the dress didn't rip.' He moved across the small patch of grass and sneaked up the wooden stairs that lead to his friend's open back door. He peered in and pushed the door in and walked through the empty kitchen, before darting out into the living room. Rob walked in confidently, as he made his way over to the carved wood bar, which his friend had put in for these occasions. Rob asked the hired bartender for a vodka and cranberry. The young bartender poured Rob's drink, as Rob stood there and pulled out a dollar bill from his purse and placed it in his tip jar. Rob took the red drink in a small glass and he cautiously approached a group of men. One of them, a man dressed in a black suit with slicked back hair, turned and looked to him and said, "Hello Miss." "Hi", Rob said politely. "Do you live here Miss?" The man in the black suit asked. "Not here, but I live in the city?" "Nice, you wouldn't happen to know anything about the bridge their trying to reopen up in Harlem would you?" "Are you referring to the High Bridge?" "Yes, I saw something about it in the Times, and Jeff here says their trying to reopen it is that true?" The man in the black suit inquired. Rob looked at Jeff, a 5 foot six inch pale white man dressed in a football player's uniform, as Rob replied, "Yes, they have been trying to get it open for years." "What's the hold up?" Jeff asked. "One of the supporting arches is in bad shape, and it supposedly going to cost millions to fix it up." "Why would they want to open it, if they have to fix it up?" A heavyset man dressed as Frankenstein inquired. "It's a national historic landmark and it connects two parks together, so they kind want to reopen its function as bridge for pedestrians and bicyclists", Rob said as his eyes fixated on a solitary man, before he turned back to the group. "Well if it's a landmark, why did they close it?" Jeff enquired. "Vandals used to throw things off it, at least according to the press." "That's the governments excuse for everything", Jeff responded as the two other men looked at him oddly. "How did you reach that conclusion?" Rob asked curiously before he sipped his drink. "I don't know", Jeff answered solemnly as his head dropped. "Brilliant as always Jeff", the Frankenstein costumed man replied. "Well, I'm going over there now", Rob said as he pointed towards an open window across the room. "She's a smart girl", the man in the black suit remarked as Rob walked away. "And look at that body!" Jeff remarked with a faint whistle, possibly thinking that Rob was out of earshot. Rob heard them, but he left the men where they were and headed over to a man standing up against the wall by himself as he stared out the window. "Hello", Rob said to the startled man who hadn't seen Rob walk up behind him. "Hi", the slender six foot tall man in a Dracula outfit responded. "I saw you from across the room, and I wanted to know why you're not talking to anyone?" "I'm just not that into parties." "I see. What kind of job do you have? I'll bet it's something quiet." "I run a small book publishing agency." "Really, that sounds interesting." "It does? Well it is. Of course", the man responded trying to keep Rob's interest. "So what kind of work do you publish?" "Mostly children's books, nothing sexual." "Umm, okay. Do you like doing it?" "Yes it fun for me, I suppose." "Do you make a good profit?" "Not really. I make a living from it, but I inherited some money that I live on. You know, I didn't see you here earlier. Where were you?" "I just ran an hour and a half late." "That's seems strange. Was their traffic holding you up?" "No. Oh, well, it has been a pleasure meeting you, but I have to go to the?and powder my nose." Rob walked into the bathroom, and his heels clicked loudly on the brown ceramic tiles as he made his way over to the toilet. He placed the seat down and sat upon the white toilet seat, as he drew down his panties. Rob looked at the bathroom's tin ceiling as he sat upon the bowl. He finished and drew out a wad of toilet paper and wiped himself dry. Rob pulled up his panties and walked to the sink. He pumped a few squirts of soap into his hands and felt the strange smoothness of his skin as he drew his hands over each other, and let the water rinse off the soap. He placed his hands into the towel and dried them, and reached for the door knob and walked back to the party. Rob walked past four men standing by the door, and overheard Thomas, his friend and host, say to the other men, "That girl is gorgeous. Who is she?" Thomas's question met the silence of the men around him. Rob wanted to turn around and tell them who he was, but decided to play the hard to get girl instead. He wondered as he rationalized his actions, 'How many chances am I going to have to do this kind of fun?' Rob made his way throughout the home as the night wore on. He went to every room downstairs and chatted in the parlor, and overheard conversations on the stoop and in the ornate dinning room. 11:30 struck on the clock, as Rob walked over to the table and grabbed a cheese snack while he made his way back to the bar for yet another drink. Rob had made his presence known to everyone, and the guests and host stared at him as he sipped another mouthful of his sweet drink. Rob smiled as he realized that the rest of them were each too afraid to simply ask the many people in the home, "Does anyone know who that girl is?" Rob was a light drinker, so the alcohol had a slight effect on him. He was a little woozy, but not nearly in a state of outright drunkenness, as he approached a man he briefly spoke to that night and recognized from work. George Sha, a subordinate of his, was at this party. Rob, while feeling a little over confident, figured, 'I think I'll play some jokes with him.' "Hello", Rob said to George as George moved away from a large group of guests. "Hi", George said nervously. "What is your name?" "George", he blurted. "That's a nice name", Rob said as he stared up at George's wide face partially obscured by the baseball cap that finished off his baseball player's uniform. "Thanks", George replied as he blushed. George looked Rob over and saw his drink was running low, so he asked, "Miss, do you want me to get you a drink?" "Sure", Rob responded as George took the glass from his hand and brought it up to the bartender. 'I'm going to screw with George on Monday over this. He won't even know I was here, but I'll tell him about the girl who he drove away. He'll be so embarrassed.' Rob stood with his back propped up against the wall, as George walked over and brought him another drink. "So who are you?" "I'm just a young girl looking to make it in the big city?" "So you are generic answer number three." "Pretty much", Rob said as he fluttered his eyes and George's face grew flushed once more as George pushed his black hair off of his right ear. Rob walked away suddenly, leaving George a little surprised by his movement. Rob looked up at the clock that read 11:45, and thought, 'I better leave now. It's getting near that time. I'm running too late already.' Just as the thought came to his mind George walked over and placed his arm around his shoulder and asked, "Would you like to go out sometime?" Rob couldn't help himself as he replied, "I think I would." He grinned as he thought, 'The hell with it. I paid for this costume and I'll stay out past 12 in it. Who does he think he is telling me what to do? This is too much fun to stop?' Rob gulped his drink as George asked, "So what do you do?" "Nothing much, I just work here and there." "Do you need help finding a job now?" "No, I'm fine." "You know you're very pretty?" "I'm sure I am", Rob responded, as he began to feel a little dizzy as he stared up at George's lean 5'8'' frame. "Would you like to go somewhere special with me?" "Maybe", Rob retorted as a sudden intense lightheaded feeling overtook him as the clock struck 12. "Well miss, I think we should spend sometime together. Don't you?" "I suppose", he responded as he sipped a little more from his drink. "I know this hotel that's not far from here. Do you think that you might want to go there with me?" "I could think of worse things", Rob responded. Rob blinked his eyes as eh downed the end of his daiquiri and thought, 'You know George is not a bad looking guy,' as he. "Perhaps you would want to go right now beautiful?" "Yes I think I would", Rob answered. "Come on follow me." "Okay", Rob responded eagerly, as Rob took George's hand and followed him out of the building and down onto the street. A frosty chill blowing in the air made Rob shiver, and George asked, "Would you like my jacket?" "Thank you", Rob's lips barely mouthed as George helped Rob's stumbling body into the car. George pulled up to the hotel and booked a vacant room. Rob placed his arm in George's, as he struggled to hold himself up. 'I don't get it. I don't get this drunk of this', Rob wondered to himself. "Come along dear it's on the first floor." "All right", Rob replied as he thought, 'He's pretty strong. I like that.' As George closed the door behind him, Rob pulled off his heels and stared at him and said, "Come here baby. Let me show you a good time." "I'm in", George remarked to Rob's request. Rob started to reach for George's head, but feel to the ground as he lost his balance. "This is so weird", Rob said through a barrage of laughs. "That's nice little girl", George said in a frustrated voice, as he helped him up. George dragged Rob to the bed and propped him up. George leaned over and kissed him and pushed him onto the bed. He started to fondle Rob and began to pull of his shirt while Rob dragged his dress off. Rob planted kisses on George's lips and Rob felt George's fingers rub the inside of his left knee. Suddenly, as George pulled away he heard the sound of Rob's diminutive body crashing to the bed. 'Just perfect she's out cold. Well I'm not going home. I'll just sleep here, and pay the tab in the morning, and run out on her. That'll teach her not to screw with guys while she's drunk.' George placed Rob's naked body beneath the sheet, and he climbed into the other side of the bed. Rob rolled over as daylight broke into the room, and he began to expel some of last night's vices. He coughed and thought, 'Where am I?' He looked about the room as his head pounded furiously, 'There's a bed, a TV, a mini-fridge. Oh God no. What did I do? I have to get out of here.' Rob rolled out of bed and stepped around the puddle he created and threw on his dress and shoes, as he headed into the lobby with his pocketbook in hand. "I'd like to pay for my room Miss." "Mr. Sha already paid madam." "Oh all right." Rob turned and walked out to the street and stared up at the overcast skies. 'What did I do? I must have had sex with that guy. Did he rape me? Was I conscious?' He pondered his night as he made his way home through the subway and the streets. He fiddled with his keys, and the clanging sound only exacerbated his headache. 'How could this get any worse?' He wondered as he kicked off his heels and went into his bedroom. He pulled the dress over his head as he entered his bedroom. Rob stared down at his still Asian body, which reminded him of the costume's remaining influence on his body's form. 'Why didn't I change back? I guess that if I sleep with the costume on, then the alterations will stay attached to the body for another day. I'll just place the costume in my closet, and it will undue itself in the morning. I guess this is what the old man must have been talking about', he thought as a surge of pain rushed through his skull. He grabbed a t- shirt and a pair of grey drawstring sweatpants. He threw the shirt on and pulled the drawstrings as tight as he could, but the pants still fit loosely on his petite waist. 'I don't want to go outside like this again, so I just stay inside today', he thought as he made his way to the TV and threw on the football game and turned down the volume. He threw his feet up on his recliner and sat there with a beer in hand, and he took a sip. "Aw. There's something wrong with my beer. It tastes awful", he said as he jumped out his recliner and walked to the kitchen. 'Damn it, I guess I'll have to drink some ice-tea instead', he thought as he examined his fridges scarce holdings. He poured himself a cup and returned to his recliner to watch the game. Something seemed different to him about the game. He seemed to focus a little more on the players instead of the plays. 'That quarterback is kind of cute', he thought as the camera cut to a close up of the away team's sideline. The screen flashed images of the teams cheerleaders as it returned from a commercial, and he looked at the girls as they kicked and jumped and thought, 'Those uniforms are pretty.' As the afternoon passed he took out a frozen dinner. After he warmed it up and finished eating, he turned back to the TV before he decided to go to sleep. He set his alarm for the next morning, and climbed into his bed and fell asleep. Chapter Two Rob awoke the next morning to the blaring sound of his alarm. He opened his eyes and slapped the snooze button on his alarm. He threw himself out of his bed and his face was struck by his hair. "Oh no! What now? Why do I still look this?" He wondered aloud as he stood before his bed. 'I can't go to work like this, but I can't call out with this voice. I'll just wait until the costume shop opens, and then I'll get this straightened out. The old man can help me.' Rob pulled the costume back out of the box and slipped it over his head and walked out of his bedroom. He went into the kitchen and ate an apple for breakfast. He finished and headed towards the mirror to check his face. It still looked perfect, and so did his hair. 'That's a relief', he figured as he placed his heels onto his feet and grabbed his pocket book, as he headed out the front door. He hurried down the three crowded blocks that lead him to the shop and opened the door. He entered and saw the old man staring back at him strangely. "This happens every year. Someone forgets to follow my directions." "Huh?" "Be home by midnight. Do you remember that?" "Yes." "That was a requirement that I warned you about." "Yes." "I told you that certain parts of that costume would supplant a part of you." "Huh?" "You broke the rules and now you are paying the price." "What?" "Let me spell this out for you. You are now a Chinese girl." "What? What kind of shit is?" "Those are not the kind of words that should be uttered by someone in your position." "What?" "Let me explain. You are a Chinese-American girl with no identification. Additionally, I'm, likely, the only person who will believe that your story is plausible. Are we okay so far?" "Yes", Rob responded with a tremble at the statement. "I suggest that you move in on some gentleman, or else you're going to have resort to prostitution." "Why can't you just give me another costume?" "It doesn't work that way!" "Why not?" "You can't put another one of these costumes on to mask the effects of a different one." "So you're telling me that I'm stuck being a man in woman's body?" "Somewhat." "Why only somewhat?" "Well, as you've probably noticed, the costume affects you in some other ways. For instance your wrists are limp right now." 'Well I be damned', Rob thought as he stared down at his hands. "You also may have found that you are no longer attracted to women, and men seem to be a little better looking." "Oh, no." "I'll take it by the somber tone of your voice that your exclamation is not a denial." "Sir, there has to be a way out of this." "I'm afraid not. You're stuck the way you are now." Rob began to wonder about the other effects of the costume, "Will I age?" "Of course you will." "Will the costume age?" "The dress will." "Will I visibly age?" "No, but you can use hair dye and makeup to make yourself look older, as you age internally." "Am I woman?" "You are one to the outside world." "But internally?" "Your body will feel and behave like a woman's during sex, but beyond the clitoris your insides remain as they were when you placed the costume on. It has no effect there. You will appear entirely feminine during sex, but you can never have children. You should consider yourself lucky in that regard." "Why should I consider my self lucky?" Rob asked petulantly. "You smell, interpret, and will feel things like a woman, but you will not know the pangs of childbirth or the pains of menstruation." "So what am I?" "One of the world's most fortunate transsexuals", the old man said with a smile. "Fortunate!" "There is no need to yell miss." "I'm not leaving until you fix this", Rob said as he stomped his foot. "If you don't leave, I'm calling the cops. And believe me, they'll never believe your story, and they might even have you arrested for being in this country illegally." "I was born here!" "There's no proof of that, so get out now or else!" Rob froze, and the old man took pity and said, "Here dear. Take this and go." Rob reached out and took the card from his hands, and he put his head down and walked out the door with tears welling in his eyes. As he started to walk down the street he stared at the social security card that the old man had given him. Rob eyes made their way back and forth over the name Katie Margaret Chen. It was probably a forgery, but Rob knew that it could be useful to him. He figured that he could use it to get a job outside of the field of prostitution. However, he knew that his actual job prospects were limited, because he had no longer held his many references or degrees. As he walked the mere three blocks to his residence, a man he remembered approached him as he meandered up the sidewalk. Rob eyes cast up towards the man approaching him. "George", he said as he realized that it was George Sha, his subordinate who had engaged him on that first suspicious night. "Hello", George responded. "How are you George?" "I'm good, how are you?" "All right, do you remember what happened Saturday night?" Rob asked. "I don't remember much after I took you back to that hotel. I passed out while you were on top of me doing something." Rob bit his tongue, as he asked, "What was I doing?" "Something, I can't quite remember", George said with a grin, as he watched his tease suffer. "What's new with you?" George asked further. "Not much, I'm just out looking for my first job." "You need a job. We'll my office needs a new assistant." "A personal assistant?" Rob inquired. "We don't have personal assistants at my level. I'm a step bellow the big bosses, but we have one assistant who deals with two other managers and me. It's not a bad job. I think you would enjoy it. I can almost promise it to you, because I kind of control the workers in the human relations department." "I'd like to be considered for it", Rob said as contemplated his two other options. "Good", George said with a smile as he pulled a business card out of his wallet. George further stated, "Just take the card and maybe we can work out some sort of arrangement", while he thought, 'Now you'll be mine dear.' Rob didn't like tone of George's words, but knew his others options would be no better, so he said, "Yes Sir." "Good, you should come down this afternoon. I will be back there soon, and right now I'm just doing an errand for the job." "Yes sir." "I'll see you then. Bye dear." "Bye Sir", Rob said as George leaned in and kissed his cheek and headed down the block. George turned around at that moment and yelled, "What's your name?" Rob thought for a second and said, "Katie." George nodded and turned and walked away. Rob placed the card into his pocketbook and headed down into the Centre/Canal Street subway station. He swiped his card and hurried into the waiting the subway train. He hopped on board and grabbed a seat, as he looked around the train and hoped that his earlier feelings were wrong. He wondered as he stared around the train, 'Do I really find guys hot?' He looked at the two young girls seated across from him, and he recognized that they were beautiful, but he was more intrigued with one of their blouses, 'That blouse is so pretty, and her hair is adorable. I have to get mine done like that.' He realized his train of thought on the subject, and decided to avoid looking at the men, because the realization that women no longer did anything for him was too much for him already. He kept his head held low as the train made a stop and picked up new passengers, and a young man sat next to him. He tried to avoid looking at the guy, but his eyes were drawn to his body. 'He is cute, and look at those muscles. I bet he could do some damage.' Rob closed his eyes as he tried to think about anything else, but that guy. He was happy to hear the conductor's voice shatter his failing attempt to ignore the man next to him through his proclamation that the midtown stop was next. As the train came to a halt, Rob stood up and headed off the train and walked out of the station. He took out the business card once more as he made his way down the street, and examined the address for the floor that he had to go to. He walked down the familiar yet different city block that lead to his office. Within a couple of seconds he stood before the familiar building, and he entered the revolving door and walked into the main lobby. Rob walked over to the elevator and awaited its descent. As the doors flew open Rob stepped aboard the elevator and exited on the third floor. He stood outside of the office's door for a full minute, before he mustered the courage to turn the door knob and walk inside. "Hello, I'd like to apply for a job here." The receptionist looked up with a smile and said, "Just give me your name and I'll sign you in." 'My name is Katie Chen', he thought as he carefully scripted that name down onto the paper. "Fantastic, please be seated Miss Chen." He sat down on the wooden bench that ran along the side wall of the office's main room. He wondered to himself, 'How am I going to pull this off? Why did I have to be such an idiot, I could still be living the good life.' "Miss Chen, we will see you now." "Thank you", Rob responded as he walked past the receptionist desk and was seated in an office. Rob sat across from an older man who looked him over. "Hello Miss Chen, I see you are interested in our assistant's position." "Yes Sir, I am." "Do you have any qualifications or references?" "I can't really say that I do." "How did you hear about us?" "Mr. George Sha insisted that I apply for the job." "He did?" The man responded with a surprised look. "Yes." "Just wait one moment, miss. I'm going to call Mr. Sha to check the validity of your claim." Rob smiled confidently as the old man dialed George's cell phone number. "Hello", Rob faintly heard George's reply. "Hello Mr. Sha, this Mr. O'Neil down in human relations. I have a girl here who claims that you recommended it to her. Is that true?" "Is her name Katie?" Mr. O'Neil dropped his head and viewed the name, "Yes." "Give her the job. She's perfect for the position." "Okay, but she doesn't have any references." "No matter, if she doesn't work out, I'll personally dismiss her." "Okay, Mr. Sha." "Well Miss Chen if you want the job it's yours." "I'll take it." "Can you start tomorrow?" "Yes I can." "Good. Can you stick around for a bit? I want you to talk to one of our secretaries. She could tell you what you're going to need. "Sure", Rob replied with a smile. "Good", he said as he peaked his head out of the door and looked around, and called out, "Sabrina could you speak with this young lady." "Sure." "Thanks Sabrina. Miss Chen, you can go out and talk to her now." "Thank you", Rob responded politely as he walked out into the waiting room. "Hi, I'm Sabrina. Are you the new employee?" "Yes, I'm Katie", Rob responded. "Hi, Katie, I'm going to tell you what you need dear." "Okay." "You're given everything you need to work with, but there is a dress code." "What's the dress code?" "The code ban's bare legs and states that women can't wear flat shoes." "Okay, I've got that down." "Good we start at 9 a.m. sharp, so you're going to need to get here by then. That is not an issue for you right?" "No." "All right, I hope to be seeing more of you." "Thanks, it was good to meet you", Rob responded. He walked out of the office and headed down to the subway, and took the train home. As he walked into his apartment he began to wonder just what kind of money did he still have access to? He threw off his shoes and he pulled out his debit card and paid all of his bills online, and then placed all of those numbers together with the rest of his banking record. 'How long will this money last me? Okay there's the common fee, the electric, phone, water, and gas bills, the rent, health insurance. Takes those bills together and divide my account balance by the sum of these bills.' He punched the numbers into his calculator and saw the result. "Six month's that's it! And that's if they don't declare me missing and freeze my account." He threw his head down as he realized that he only had two immediate options, being a secretary for his former employees, or a street walker. Neither was an appetizing solution, but he knew which was a better way of life. 'I have to go back there tomorrow.' He then realized, 'I have to get the right stuff for tomorrow.' Rob knew that he would have to go outside and buy a new wardrobe. He was now a woman, and one in an unenviable situation, as he saw the flashing message on his answering machine. He pressed the play button and heard his boss ask, "Hello, Rob, where are you? You didn't call in. You're not dead are you? Call me." Rob threw his heels back on and grabbed his pocketbook and once again headed into the bustling city. He placed his heels down on the cracked sidewalks and headed down to his bank, and he pulled out his ATM card from his purse and placed it in the slot. He transferred two thousand into his debit account and withdrew up to his 400 dollar limit and placed it in his bag. 'I better do this tomorrow too, before they find out that Rob isn't coming back.' He moved out of the bank and headed down to the local clothing boutiques and shops that were situated along two blocks about five blocks over. He tried to put the recent events in his life out of his mind, but they kept playing in his mind, 'I'm going to work for the man who may or may not have raped me. I'm going to be an assistant to some of my past subordinates. I'm going to be a woman for the rest of my life.' He continued to walk down the streets as the buses blew black fumes into the air and he smelt the burning diesel in his nose. It seemed more pungent then usual to him. He looked about as he stopped at a corner and waited with the crowd for the light to turn. He looked around and he realized he was the smallest adult in the group. Men seemed to be an imposing presence now. The light turned and he tried his best to hurry away from the group, but the clicking of his heels and the pull of his dress on his legs reminded him that he was now struggling to just keep up with the crowd. He reached the retail section, and he stared up at the boutiques and shops from the sidewalk that he now stood on. He knew that he would have to be creative with his limited immediate funds. 'All right, I can do this. Just buy the clothes you need immediately and you can buy the rest on the internet and have them delivered', he thought as he made his way into the tiny Korean discount clothing store. 'I need to get work related clothing first. Just buy some suit combos, and some heels, and a pack of pantyhose and let's get out of here', he thought as he made his way towards a rack of discounted skirt suits. 'The cheapest outfit they have is 50 bucks! Let me get three of them, tan, black, and I think I see grey or blue', he thought as he pulled out the different, but plain colored skirt suits that looked like they were in his size. Rob laid them over his arm while he went over to blouse section. He looked at the rack and pulled out 3 blouses, 2 pink and one blue, that each cost 30 dollars. He then reached down and pulled out a three pack of nude pantyhose. He placed the goods before the cashier and she rang them up. "That will be $265.69", the cashier said as Rob fidgeted with his purse and pulled out the money. He placed 280 dollars on the counter and laughed to himself over the seemingly excessive price of the simple clothing. He smiled as the cashier gave him his change, and he headed to the shoe store two stores down. He walked in and took a deep breath as he stared at all the shoes he had to pick from. 'All right let me figure this out. Blue will go with blue, and the black and tan will go with black. So, I need two pairs of shoes.' He looked about the shoe rack, and saw a pair of perfect faux suede, open toed, 3 inch high baby blue wedges. 'They only cost 25 bucks', he thought with a smile as he glanced at the price tag. He slipped the size 5 shoe onto his foot with ease and walked around. He placed them back in the box and carried them, as he saw a cheap pair of 1? inch heeled black pumps. He glided the plain shoes onto his feet, and they fit him like a glove. He looked and saw a pair of black pumps with a 2? inch heel, and he saw another cheap price tag, so he took the pair of pointed toe shoes and carried them with the other two pairs to the price register. The final costs rang in at $62.34, and he was happy to pay it. He wanted to see if there were other shoes to buy, but he knew that he needed some reserve money for food, so he put down his urge and headed out of the shop. With almost all of his $400 blown through on the equivalent of three days worth of clothing, Rob turned and carried his load back up the city blocks. Rob began to notice that his arms were beginning to hurt from the weight of all the clothes and shoes situated in the bags that he was carrying. The pain caused him to flinch a little as he tried to hurry down the street, but found himself unable to gain the speed needed to dart around people, and indeed found himself slowed by the bulky packages that he tried to not bump into people with. Rob made it to his apartment and threw the bags on the floor and walked over to his couch and collapsed for a bit as he threw on the TV. A momentary distraction was all he needed as he collected himself and moved towards the computer to shop online, he laughed as he threw himself back on the couch and figured, 'There's always tomorrow.' He watched the afternoon reruns of the talk shows, and the evening news, before he stood up and pulled out another frozen dinner from his freezer. After finished eating he brought his clothes into his bedroom and hung them up and then he set his alarm. Rob climbed into bed and waited for sleep to overcome him, as the thoughts of what was going to certainly be a long and different day drifted through his mind. Chapter Three The next morning wasn't any easier on him than the day before was. As the early day light cast itself threw the blinds over his bedroom windows, Rob opened his eyes to meet the two mounds still protruding from his chest. He was alarmed at first, before he remembered who he was. He thought to himself, 'You can do this.' He got out of bed and pulled out the baby blue outfit that he figured was his safest bet for his first day. He pulled out the pink bra he had gotten with his costume and a pair of the nude pantyhose he had bought the day before, and placed them upon his flowered comforter that an ex-girlfriend had purchased for him. He grabbed hold of the bra which, happily for him, snapped at the front. He placed the bra around his back and grabbed the hooks and tugged the ends of the bra across his breasts until the hooks fitted properly together. He then rolled his hosiery down to the seam on the bottom, and positioned his feet properly in them. He then dragged the nylon hosiery up his legs until the control top section fitted evenly across his skin and the cotton gusset rested smoothly on his crotch. Rob walked across the carpet to his closet door. He opened the door and peered inside. He grabbed the baby blue skirt suit combo, and the baby blue blouse to go beneath the collared jacket. He dropped the skirt to the ground and placed his legs in it and drew it up to his waist, before he buttoned and zipped up the back. He threw the blouse on over his head and let the polyester rest comfortably upon his breasts and midriff. He then placed on the loose fitting jacket and twirled the diamond earrings that seemed to be permanently implanted in his ears. The clothing felt strangely comfortable to him, and the hemline that danced across the back of his legs with his every step felt almost seductive. The skirt and pantyhose restricted his movement a bit, but he thought that they seemed to feel so nice on his body. He walked out of the kitchen and pulled out a bowl and a box of oatmeal. After he finished he rinsed his bowl and placed it in the sink. He walked into the living room and sat on the couch, as he placed the 3 inch baby blue wedges onto his dainty feet. He stood up and walked to the door and reached down to pick up his pocketbook from the end of his coffee table. As he swooped up the purse the contents shot out of the open zipper. "Damn it!" He screamed at his own stupidity, as he collected the small holdings of his purse, a credit card, debit card, a fake social security card, and a few dollars. 'Thank God I don't have to wear makeup', he thought as he remembered his eternally perfect hair and makeup. He zipped up his pocket book and left the apartment. Rob walked down the sidewalk that led to the subway with more confidence. He knew where the cracks were, and he knew what to look out for. He was now fully conscious of why he had to pay more attention to the simple things that abounded around him. He hurried down the subway steps with more authority than he had the day before. He rushed to the subway train and barely made it on, as he squeezed his arm in as the door closed, which prompted it to open. Rob slipped in and held onto the pole that was situated a few feet from the door, because he couldn't quite reach the top rail the way he wanted to. He stood professionally in a slightly oversized and wrinkled skirt suit combo, and he carried himself with a degree of ease that was absent when he first strolled into the subway as a woman. His stop was called, and he walked out of the train and headed up the stairwell that led to the surface. He walked to the building and walked inside. He hopped on the elevator to the 5th floor, where George worked. He left the elevator and walked in to the manager's area with 4 minutes to spare. Rob sat down upon the secretary's chair and looked about to see what was in the inbox. A couple of forms needed to be typed up, so he set about doing the task. He typed up the small amount of the forms and brought them to the filing cabinets He fielded phone calls, and scribbled down the details on note pads and sent the notes to the relevant people. It wasn't all that bad for the first two hours or so, but then came the part of the job he loathed. Rob had to do errands for his former subordinates. Tim, one of the other managers, called out, "Katie, can you bring me a cup of coffee." Rob bit his tongue and replied, "Yes Sir." He got out of the chair and walked to the coffee machine and poured Tim a cup. Rob walked it back to Tim's office and Tim said, "Thank you dear." "You're welcome Sir", Katie replied as she tried to step out of Tim's office. "Katie, can you take these forms and type them up for me?" Tim asked. "Of course", Rob replied as he took the documents from his hands, and Tim gave him an appreciative nod. Rob placed the documents down on his own desk, and before he could sit down he heard John, the other manager, calling to him, "Katie, can you get me a cup of coffee, and then come in here for a second?" "Of course Sir", Rob replied. He walked over again and poured another cup of coffee and brought it to John. John took the cup and looked to Rob and said, "Katie, can you type up this letter for me?" "Sure I can", Rob answered as he reached for the letter. John looked at him with out a word of appreciation and Rob walked out. 'This suck's so much. I used to give these guys orders, but now I have to be subservient to them.' Rob tried to put in perspective. He knew that he was in a good position, because the other managers knew how he got the job. Rob set about typing up Tim forms and then he ran them over to Tim as he finished them. Tim looked to Rob and said, "Thank you, and could you also get me another cup of coffee?" "Yes Sir", he replied as he took Tim's mug and poured out another cup of coffee. Rob placed the mug down on the counter as he took out the coffee filter. Rob then set about making another pot of coffee, just in case anybody else wanted another cup. Rob brought the coffee cup back to Timmy who said, "Thanks for the coffee." Rob walked out of the office, and at that moment George called out to him, "Kate, can you come in here?" "Sure Mr. Sha", Rob remarked. He walked into the office and he tried to hide the pain that he felt in his thighs. Every step he took seemed to make him wince. George looked him over, "Are you enjoying your day?" "It's all right." "I'm glad to hear that. Well, anyway, I need you to type up these forms for me. I am swamped here." "All right George." "That's it, Katie, you can leave now." Rob walked out of there and was overcome with doubts. He figured that maybe he wasn't up to this job, but he knew his other options, so he set about typing George's forms like his assistant had once done for him. As lunch time came in the workplace, George called him into his office. Rob walked in and George said, "Take a seat dear." As he moved to sit down on the chair, John walked to the office door and called in, "Mr. Sha, Katie, the food has been delivered." "Thank you John", George responded and looked down at Rob and said, "I'll bring you in a plate. Is that all right dear?" "Sure", Rob responded. 'This is the best thing to happen to me all day. I don't have to walk!' Rob thought while he stretched out his legs. Rob sat there in the chair, as George got his food and brought it in for him. He placed it on the desk that was directly in front of Rob. George smiled as Rob leaned forward and took a couple of bites. He continued to smile as they ate, and finally Rob had it. He leaned back and asked, "What's so funny?" "I was enjoying look down your top dear." Rob smiled uncomfortably due to his situation, but he did see the humor in it, and to be fair he had done the same thing numerous times before. "So, Katie, what are you doing tonight?" "Just going home I guess." "Need any company?" George asked as Rob scrambled inside of his head and wondered, 'What should I do? Do I have a choice? Will he fire me if I don't agree? I better nod.' Rob nodded and George smiled, "Good, then I'll take you home tonight." "I don't have any food at my house Mr. Sha." "Please call me George, and I wasn't looking for a meal. Did you catch my drift?" 'It would be impossible not to', Rob thought as he nodded his head. They finished eating their lunch and went back to their respective jobs. Rob finished typing his forms and brought them into George. As Rob walked to George's office, he strolled past a filing cabinet that someone had failed to push in all the way and he felt a snag. He looked down and he knew what happened. He had caught his pantyhose on the edge of the slightly opened steel cabinet. 'I have a run! On the first day, I hate the no bare leg code. It is so impractical', he thought as he condemned the no bare leg code that he helped to draft. 'No wonder my ex had 60 pairs of these things.' He went back to work and hoped that no one would notice it, but it was so obviously torn. Rob collected himself and walked to George's office. He gave George the forms and he looked at Rob as he walked out the door, and said, "Katie, you've got to be more careful. You are representative of this company. You really should carry an extra pair with you, and would it kill you to wear a darker suit?" Rob was appalled by the statement, and thought, 'I only wore those things, because you enforce the no bare leg code. What's wrong with this outfit? Is he degrading my appearance?' Rob walked out of there as he had a little fit, and he sat back at his desk and did a little bit of work as he waited to see if anyone else had any requests. The next thing Rob heard from one of them was George calling John office to office. John hurried out and Rob heard George say, "The boss called down here, John, and he needs you to go to the McAllister place. They need some forms to be picked up and delivered to seal the deal." John nodded his head and went on his way. George smiled smugly to himself before she receded into his office. Rob thought that George seemed to enjoy being the boss around here. With that scene past, Rob set about doing his work again until closing time. Rob said goodbye to John and Tim, and Tim kissed Rob on the cheek as he left. George walked in and took Rob by the hand and they walked out of the building and out onto the packed sidewalk. George turned to Katie and said, "We're going to your place Katie. Just let me hail down a cab." "Why are we going to my place?" Rob asked as George glanced into the road. "We're going there, because I feel like it", George responded while he rolled his eyes at her question. "Why don't we take the subway?" "No, I prefer to stay above ground, away from the hustle", he said with a huff. "Why?" "There are too many people there. You can't hide yourself in a subway car, but you can lean back in a taxi and let the lunatic take you where you want to go in some privacy." "I don't have enough money to take a cab." "You don't think that I would let you pay even if you had the money?" "I guess not." "I guess! You should know after that night we had together." "Right", Rob said as George peered into the oncoming traffic, while he waived his arm, and screamed, "Taxi, Taxi." The taxi pulled over and blocked off the right lane of traffic, and George pulled open the door and looked to Rob and said, "After you dear." "Thanks", Rob muttered as he scooted across the back seat. George stepped in and closed the door and situated himself in the back seat. "Where are you going?" The cabbie yelled back to them. George looked to Rob, "Katie, tell him where you live. We are being metered here." "Hester and Mott, please." The cab sped off and cut off another taxi, as it headed down the busy avenue. "So, Katie, how are things?" George asked as he ran his hand down Rob's thigh. "All right, I've?." "That's nice", George said as he cut Rob's sentence off. George started to kiss Rob as the cab rolled on. He started to caress Rob's neck, which made Rob feel a little tinge of ecstasy as endorphins rushed through his system. Rob turned and kissed George back and there lips locked into each others and smacked as they parted. The ride lasted a while as they rocked back and forth in the backseat as the cabbie dodged and weaved throughout traffic. As he pulled up onto Hester and Mott, he turned and said, "We are here and you owe me 17 dollars." They exited the cab and George mumbled something as he paid his fare to the cabbie. George looked at Rob as they stood in front of the buildings door and asked snidely, "Well, we are going in right?" "Yes, we are", Rob responded timidly. The two entered the building and hoped on the elevator. They came before Rob's apartment door, and Rob fumbled with his keys as he wrestled them from his purse. Rob opened the door and led George in. Rob anxiously kicked off his heels and pulled off his torn hosiery to George's general amusement. George stared around as Rob sat on his couch, and said, "You know, you have a very man friendly ambiance here." "Thanks", Rob responded uncomfortably not knowing the underlying meaning behind the statement. "Come here for a minute", George said to Rob. Rob walked over to him as Rob kept his head held high, as George looked down to him and said, "Where's your bedroom?" "You don't waste anytime do you George", Rob stated sweetly. "Where is it?" George asked authoritatively. "The end of that hallway", Rob answered as his voice began to shake, as George pulled him up off the ground and began to carry him into the bedroom. George threw Rob down onto the bed and placed Rob's cowering body beneath his larger frame. Rob stared up as George threw off his own clothes, before moving on to Rob's. He forcibly pulled off Rob's blouse, as Rob raised his arms, hoping to not damage a shirt he didn't want to replace. Rob thought about their first night together, 'Was it a rape', as George proceeded to manhandle Rob despite Rob's reservations. 'I can't fight back, or he'll fire me. I don't want this', Rob thought as George began to thrust into him. 'Maybe this isn't bad, it feels good. Maybe we'll get married if I keep doing him right. I won't have to work that job anymore.' With that thought in mind, Rob's body came to life. George thrust into him, and Rob placed his panting mouth over George's. Rob kissed him before George put his head out of Rob's reach and kept pushing into him with his head held high. Rob felt the throbbing dick push deeper inside of him. He felt it explode between his legs as he fell back to the bed, and George stood up and walked away leaving him unsatisfied. Rob looked at George and frighteningly asked, "Where's your condom." "I'm fixed, don't worry." "What?" "My tubes are tied." 'That's not the problem', Rob thought with a plain look on his face as George pulled his pants up. "Let's do this again tomorrow", George said with a grin. "Maybe we could go back to your place next time?" Rob inquired. "No dice, my wife doesn't swing that way. I've tried to get her to go with a threesome, but she never bites." The statement crushed Rob, because he didn't know that George had a wife. George had never brought her around to any of the company parties, and Rob was blindsided by the revelation. "You did know that I have a wife right?" George asked as he saw the shocked look on Rob's face. "No!" Rob yelled in a high pitched voice. "Please don't get upset. It's not like I love her or anything. I just don't believe in divorce, and neither does she." "Oh", Rob responded trying to hide the displeasure in his voice, as his knight in tarnished armor turned into the typical sleaze that permeates the culture. "You have to understand, a man has needs. If these needs go unfilled, well you really wouldn't understand that? "No, I guess I wouldn't", Rob responded as he stared at the increasingly ugly man. "It's not like your getting nothing from me. I got you that cushy job." "Yes", Rob responded as he thought solemnly, 'Well that makes me a high class hooker doesn't it. This is sex for money.' "Listen, can we still do this again tomorrow night?" "Yes", Rob responded vacantly fearing for his livelihood. "Thanks", George responded as he gave Rob a peck on the cheek and headed out the door. Rob walked into his kitchen and pulled out an ice cream bar from the fridge and ripped off its protective white plastic covering. Rob sat there tearing up and eating the bar, while pondering his dilemma, 'What did I get myself into? I'm involved with a married man. Nothing good can come of this. I'll just end up hurt and maybe fired. I have to break this off, but if I do then he'll probably fire me for that.' With the snack consumed, he dropped the wooden stick it rested on into his trash can and headed for his bed. He drifted to sleep with his sheets and blanket still wet with the perspiration that resulted from the immoral deed that was done upon them. Chapter Four The next day at work proceeded like the one before it, as Rob partook in the normal activities of an assistant. He performed repetitive tasks and errands all day long, and he was characteristically happy to see the workday end. As George and Rob walked out of the building and headed for the street at the end of the day a man stepped out before them, and said, "Hey George." "Hey Dan", George replied as he turned away from Rob. Rob looked over at Dan as he stood before George. Dan was about 5'9'', medium build, tanned skin, and a narrow head capped with the darkest brown hair imaginable. Rob stood silently on the sidewalk as the two men conversed as if he wasn't there. "Listen, Dan, I met this girl, and she's a young one", George said as he tipped his head in Rob's direction. "You're seeing another woman", Dan replied as he looked at Rob. "Yes, well, she's more of a girl than a woman, and it's getting kind of serious." "Did you tell Cindy?" Dan asked as a fire engine blared its sirens as it moved slowly down the crammed avenue. "No, and please don't tell her. I don't think she could take it