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OH THE WEBS WE WEAVE By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of fiction and all characters and incidents are purely a work of the imagination. Copy write in the author's name and no replication or other media duplication is allowed. May be downloaded for personal pleasure however any reproduction or use by pay sites or other commercial use is strictly forbidden. There are some very graphic scenes in this story including date rape. If you do not enjoy this type of fiction please do not read. The initial idea for this story came from "Teenage Heiress" written by Dara Janey and published at Betty Pearl's website. Oh, the webs we weave when we attempt to deceive. Mary, with good intentions, weaves a web that quickly spins out of control. Mary's web captures her and her son, Carol, in a trap that keeps getting deeper and deeper with no end in sight. All the while, the spider's gleaming red eyes observe and enjoy just how deep and intricate the web is woven. OH THE WEBS WE WEAVE Mary Mathews grabbed the mail as she passed the mail box and was shuffling through it as she hurried into her apartment. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as her toe hit the baseball bat on the kitchen floor sending it spinning across the floor. "Darn it kids! I've told you a hundred times not to leave your stuff scattered all over the house. "Sorry Mom," the two boys shouted at about the same time. She stopped by the kitchen table and raised her left foot to rub at the snubbed toe in the open toed sandal. Then she saw the notice of attempted delivery of certified mail. "Oh shit!" she said loud enough for her kids to hear. "Sorry boys. I shouldn't have said that." "What's the matter Mom?" Edward said as he and his younger brother Carol came into the room. "I got a certified letter to pick up at the post office tomorrow and these letters usually spell nothing but trouble. I can't imagine why some law firm would be sending me such a letter. I just pray it doesn't have anything to do with a law suit. I hate getting these notices; they are nothing but an ill wind. Well never mind. I'll worry about it but can't get to it until the morning. Now you kids get started with dinner while I go change. Edward, you start the pasta, Carol you set the table and get the salad ready. I'll be back shortly." Mary went into her bedroom and began taking off her clothing. Today had been a slow one at the department store where she worked days. It didn't pay much primarily commission and she hardly sold anything today. At least it provided her with hospitalization insurance for her and the two boys. She had a little over an hour to get to her second job at the cafe. She put the mail notice on her dresser where she wouldn't forget it and rushed to her shower. "Hi guys," she said cheerfully as she came back into the kitchen. Edward was stirring the pot of boiling pasta, Carol had the salad just about finished and the table all set. She grabbed the tomato sauce from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave. "Look Eddie darling," she continued, "summer break starts in a couple of weeks and I really need you to get a job. You are old enough and I really would appreciate the help. Most of it will go towards your college costs when you start next year but it will help us with expenses." "What about me?" Carol shouted. "I can get a job too." "Oh Carol you are such a dear but I need you here to keep the apartment clean and help do the chores. When you turn nineteen, we'll see about getting you a real job but for now I need you here." "Mom, I think I already have one for the summer and on weekends too. Mr. Green at the Ace Hardware store said he would like to have me all summer to put together lawnmowers, bikes and such and help with the repairs. Mostly it would be repairing the mowers but he'd pay me $7.00 an hour plus any overtime. He wants me to start this weekend if that is okay with you?" Edward said. "That is great Eddie and seven dollars an hour is good pay. I don't make that at the store. Just remember it can't interfere with your homework while school is still in session." Mary was very proud of her two sons. They were good kids despite growing up in a single family environment with no other relatives to help out. Edward worked hard at his grades and did little odd jobs to help with expenses. Carol, for his part, did more than she would have expected from a young teen. He cleaned the house and did the laundry and whatever other household chores that he could without complaint. The next morning Mary got up a little earlier than normal in order to get to the post office before she had to be at work. She was tired and the few hours of sleep that she got were precious to her. She was a single mother since her husband Ben had been killed in an accident. Ben had been her heart throb throughout high school and they were married just after graduation. Edward soon followed and Ben with the added responsibilities of fatherhood and the prospects of a dead end job began drinking. He couldn't handle all that pressure at such a young age and the imminent birth of a second child increased his drinking. One night, after several beers too many, he drove his car into a large oak head on. Mary was left with Edward, one on the way and no money to pay the bills. Bill's employer, Carol Manning, carried her on the company's insurance plan until the child was born. In gratitude, Mary named the boy Carol. Life was hard but Mary was determined to bring her children up as best she could. Despite all her hard work the family finances just kept getting worse and worse. She was depressed that Edward would not be able to attend college unless he got a full scholarship. Their finances would not allow it and while he was an excellent student he would only be getting a scholarship to the local community college. The schools he wanted to attend had all refused to grant him the necessary scholarship as he did not meet their diversification program criteria. Grants and loans were available but fell woefully short of the needed away from home costs. She kept up a brave front for Edward's sake but knew that his desires would go unfulfilled. She relied on herself as there was no one else. Bill's parents had a very bitter divorce long before high school and they had no contact with his father. Bill's relationship with his mother was not much better and they constantly argued. As soon as Bill graduated, his mother sold their house and left for parts unknown telling Bill she had no further use for him. As a result, Mary did not know how to contact them much less of where they were. Her family was almost as tragic. Her father was killed in Viet Nam and her mother died of cancer just after Carol was born. So she was truly alone. Mary signed for the letter and stuffed it into her purse and headed to the department store where she worked from 9:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. Monday through Saturday. Fortunately, the store was busy today and she made some good commissions. At 5:00 she hurried home to change into her waitress uniform. The uniform was simple, consisting of starched white long sleeved blouse, black full skirt with two white net petticoats to float it out, black support hose and black flats with a rubber gum sole. Dressed, she then helped the kids get dinner ready. She worked the dinner from 7:00 p.m. until 11:00 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday and did the church lunch crowd on Sundays. Now that she was older, she was beginning to feel the stress and strain of her work schedule. Mary was looking forward to the day her kids could get part time jobs to help out. She would love to quit her waitress job as it was the hardest on her body. She did not remember the letter until she sat down to eat dinner with the kids. She opened it and silently read it. "What's it say Mom?" Edward asked. "Yeah, Mom what's it say?" chimed in Carol. "Oh my," she said as she finished reading it for the second time. "It's from your Great Aunt Beatrice's lawyers. I didn't even know Bill had a great aunt. Say's here that she is looking to get reacquainted with her relatives and especially any female children. How strange? She must be worth a whole lot of money if she can afford lawyers to track down her relatives like this. Oh well I guess I'll write her anyway and tell her what happened to Bill." "Mom why don't you tell her Carol is a girl? He's got a girl's name anyway hahaha." "Mom!" Carol protested. "Eddie Carol can be a boy's or a girl's name and I've told you why I named your brother Carol. Carol Manning was a true gentleman and I don't know what I would have done without his help. Now behave yourself." Mary held the letter in her hand looking down at it but yet not seeing it. "Emmmm," she thought, "maybe Eddie has something there. I don't really have to say that Carol is a boy. Maybe she's on death's doorstep and that will be the end of it. So what if she may think Carol is a girl, I just won't tell her he's a boy." Mary began writing her letter. Dear Great Aunt Beatrice: I am sorry to have to tell you that your grandnephew Bill has passed. We were married far too short of a time and I loved him dearly. Bill and I have had two beautiful children Edward and Carol. I have not remarried and have committed all my energies into raising our two beautiful children. Edward is the eldest and takes after his father while Carol takes after me. It has been difficult raising two teenagers as you might expect. Both have excellent school records and give me much pleasure. Edward has gotten a summer job to help with the expenses and lovely Carol does most of the household chores. I don't know what I would do without them. Your letter came as a great surprise as I did not know Bill had a great aunt. I have no family of my own and getting to know you would be a thrill if you would care to pursue the matter. I have no idea where Bill's parents are and would love to have further contact with you. Sincerely, Mary Conroy "Short and simple," Mary said to herself. "I did not lie and told her just enough. Maybe she will contact us again or drop the matter. In any event we've lived our lives alone and we can keep on doing that without Beatrice's in our lives." She placed the letter into the out going mail slot and went back to work. Things got busy at the store and she forgot all about the letter and Great Aunt Beatrice. Ooo About two weeks later Mary's cell phone rang. "Hello," she answered. "Mary is that you dear? This is your Great Aunt Beatrice calling. Do you have a minute?" "Of course I do Great Aunt Beatrice," Mary replied. "It is so nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?" Mary listened is stunned disbelief as Beatrice spoke. When she finally hung up her head was buzzing like a bee hive. It struck her as odd that Great Aunt Beatrice had her cell number but there was too much else the think about. First she would have to take a couple of days off work and then she had to do something about Carol. "Oh My God what have I done?" she said as she placed one hand upside her right cheek. "She wants to see her Grand Niece Carol! I....I...I've got to think of something." "What's the matter Mary?" the sales clerk standing nearby asked. "Oh Nancy.....it's nothing...My..my Great Aunt Beatrice is coming to visit this weekend in her private jet and wants to meet my family. I....I am, well, stunned to say the least. Just a couple of weeks ago, I didn't even know I had a Great Aunt and now she is coming to visit in her private jet. Can you believe it...her private jet? I need to see Joan about getting this Friday and Saturday off. Excuse me." For the rest of the week Mary was a wreck. She now knew for certain that Great Aunt Beatrice had a whole lot of money and that she wanted to meet her only female relation Carol. Maybe if she could get Carol to agree to pretend to be a girl just for this weekend everything would be alright. Great Aunt Beatrice would be happy and leave them to go about their daily business without any further complications. If Carol could pull it off, then, just maybe, Carol would be set for life as the only heir to Great Aunt Beatrice's fortune. Her only problem would be convincing Carol to go along with her on this crazy idea. Her maternal instincts warred with her financial need and could she do this to her youngest son? She pondered that thought for some time but the rewards would be so great that she decided to ask Carol to pretend for just awhile. "Carol I need to talk to you before I go to the cafe," she said as she came home that night. "Yeah sure Mom," he replied and followed her into her bedroom. "Carol what I have to ask of you is very very important and I want you to give it serious thought while I am at work tonight. You don't have to give me an answer until tomorrow morning but I want you to really think about it," she told him as he entered the room. "Okay but what are you talking about?" he replied curiously. "Remember when we were talking about your Great Aunt Beatrice? Well she called me today and she wants....she wants to meet her Great Grand Niece so that she can decide whether or not to leave all her wealth to her on her passing. Uh... that niece is you Carol. She thinks that you are a girl and wants to meet you this weekend. Now before you say anything, consider how much better off this family will be if you get her inheritance. I won't have to work two jobs and you and your brother can go to any college that you desire. All you have to do is pretend to be a girl for the weekend." "Mom are you nuts! How can I possibly pass as a girl? Look at me. I'm a guy. One look and she will certainly know what I am." "I'm not so certain about that Carol darling," Mary said. "You are thin and slight in frame, you haven't really grown much, your hair is a little long for a boy and with the right clothing I think you would make a very pleasing young lady." "Look Mom if you think I am going to wear a dress, I don't think I am going to do it. Besides Edward will rag the hell out of me for even thinking about doing this," Carol came back at her. "Carol sweetie you won't have to wear a dress. Just put on some girl jeans and maybe a top, not too feminine and maybe just a bit of make up. Nothing else feminine just enough to let her think that you are a tom boyish young lady that's all... I swear. I promise that Eddie will not tease you in any way or make fun of you. Please let's just try it and afterwards if you don't want to do it.... Well... I will understand." Carol acquiesced to his mother's will seeing how important it was to her. "Well... if you promise that I won't have to wear a dress and that Edward will not tease me I'll think about it. If I think I look like a dork then I won't do it, okay?" "Oh baby," Mary said as she took him into her arms and gave him a big hug. "Think about how important this is to our family darling. If Beatrice thinks you're her niece it could mean a great monetary reward for all of us. It will get us out of this cheap apartment and you and Eddie into a great college. Honey there is no way on this earth that I could afford to send both of you to college or come close to what Beatrice's money could do to advance your life. Baby I don't want you to have to live your life like I have had to do. Working two jobs with no future in sight just continued drudgery and little hope for a better life style. " "Please think about it darling. If you decide to do this you really will have to put an effort into it. You can't just put on a pair of girl's jeans and expect to be taken for a girl. I will teach you what you will need to know. We will have to start first thing tomorrow when you get home from school. It won't be that difficult. Agreeing to my plan will mean that you will have to really try hard to be the best daughter I ever had. Now think about this over night and let me know in the morning. Understand?" That night Carol did not sleep well. What his mother was asking him to do was so weird. He never pictured in his mind what he would look like as a girl but his imagination ran wild that night. He had visions of wearing fancy ball gowns and tons of make up and having to act very fairy like. He pictured himself in a dress with a bunch of guys standing around pointing fingers at him and calling him a fag, queer and fairy. His imagination was quickly turning into a nightmare when his alarm went off. As he groggily got out of bed he wasn't so sure that he could do this. At breakfast Edward asked him if he was going to do it. "Carol, look man, are you going to be Great Aunt Beatrice's precious little niece? No don't look at me like that. I'm serious bro. You got to do it for the sake of the family. Look if you can pull this off I can go to Harvard and if I'm lucky enough to get the grades into their law school program. Like man that is a guaranteed successful life for me. I could never do it on what Mom has stashed away for our education. Look at you bro you could go to that school down in Florida that you have been talking so much about. Think of the possibilities man. That's all I'm asking. I promise I won't do anything to mess you up in this bro." "Yeah but what if some of our friends find out about all this. I'll be a laughing stock and probably beaten into a pulp for good measure. Besides how can I pull something like this off? I'm no girl! If good old Great Aunt Beatrice has all that money she can't be a moron. She would see right through me. I might get away with it for awhile but if she sees me for any length of time she'll figure it out, won't she?" Carol responded. "Look bro just do what you have to do and listen to Mom," Edward continued. "She won't get her little baby into something he can't get out of. Now would she? Look I know it will be hard but think of the prize man, yeah, just think of the prize. She's got her own private jet of all things and it could be all ours. She's probably an old bag on her last legs and her eyesight is most likely gone as well. You won't have any problems passing as her niece. Man I promise to help all I can and if any of the guys find out, well, I'll beat them snot faced. So don't you worry about nuthin' and try to be the best sister you can be." "Shit Edward you make it sound like it will be so damn easy. I tell you right here and now that Great Aunt Beatrice won't be that easily fooled. Sumptin' in my gut tells me that I aint gonna like this one damn bit. If you think it is so easy why don't cha do it yourself?" "Cause my name aint Carol mutton head," Edward finished by rubbing his knuckles on Carol's head giving him a nucky. "Hey what's this all about?" their mother asked as she entered the kitchen. "Nuthin' Mom. Just explaining to Carol here some things about what we talked about last night. Wanted to let him know that I won't tease him....too much that is," Edward said as he left the room. "Eddie," she exclaimed in exasperation at his parting back. "Carol honey have you decided what you are going to do. If you say yes then I will have to get some things for you while I am at the store." "Okay Mom I will give it a try," he replied with a sigh. "Honey you can't just give it a try," she said while shaking her finger at him for emphasis. "You will have to do your absolute best this weekend to be my daughter. It will require some effort on your part and you will probably have to swallow your pride a bit to succeed. While your aunt is here you will sleep in my bedroom with me and not with your brother. We'll get the cot out this evening and try to make it as comfortable as possible. I don't want to take any chances this weekend. So beginning tonight after you get home from school you will spend the next ninety six hours as my daughter. Any questions? No well have a good day at school. Thank heavens this is the last week of school so maybe I can do something with your hair before Beatrice gets here." "Man what did I let myself in for?" Carol said to himself as he walked to school. He had today and a half day Friday and school would be out for the summer. He should have been happier than a bear stuck in a honey pot but was worried about his Great Aunt Beatrice and what he would have to do. His gut was telling him that she would be no push over but his heart was telling him to help out his family. If he had to be a girl to do it then he might as well bite the bullet and do the best he could. He didn't like it but just maybe he could get it done and over with in one weekend. Ooo That night Mary presented him with a pair of girl's jeans, a pink man's styled cotton dress shirt, pair of navy and white oxfords, pink training bra and pink cotton panties. "Mom what's with the bra and panties? I can't wear those," Carol pleaded. "Sweetie first of all, girls your age are probably bigger in the chest than this training bra size that I got for you and second, boxers will rumple and clump inside these tight jeans. To pass you just will have to wear what I've gotten you or you can wear a dress. Now get undressed and let me see how this looks on you. Oh here is a pair of knee highs or you can go without socks. I'll be right outside the door if you need any help. Just call if you do and do not take all night dear." Carol shook out the jeans to see that there was an embroidered floral pattern in bright greens, pinks, reds and yellows twining up the legs to mid-calf and had a similar floral design over the back pockets. The jeans had a front zipper even if it was much shorter in length than his boy jeans. He took the panties and pulled them up his legs with some reluctance. "At least they are cotton," he thought but they felt funny sitting low on his hips and snug in the crotch. The training bra took him some effort to get on but he managed to get the single hook and eye to meet at his back. The straps were loose on his shoulders but he didn't know how to fix that problem. He'd tell his Mom when she came back in. The shirt buttoned funny but felt no different than his regular dress shirts. The jeans were a different matter. They clung to his legs and butt like they were a second skin and the crotch pulled very uncomfortably at his manhood. He had to strain to get the button closed and pulling up the zipper was almost impossible. The jeans were so tight that he couldn't pull the zipper all the way up. When he bent over to get his shoes he felt the rear seam of the jeans dig into his ass cheeks and the crotch painfully tugging at his groin. He decided against using the knee highs and slipped his bare feet into the shoes. Dressed, he called his mother into the room just knowing that this was all for nothing. When Mary saw him she had to stifle a laugh. "Oh honey this just won't do," she said. "Here let me go and get you something else to wear that will help those jeans fit better." She wasn't gone very long and returned with two things in her hands. In one hand was some white garment and in the other she held a pair of pliers. "What are those for?" he asked looking puzzled. "Carol this is a panty girdle," She said as she held up the white garment. "It will help remove that uncomfortable looking lump in your pants and the pliers are to help you zip up. Come on, now drop those jeans and pull up the girdle. It will probably feel better if you tuck your boy parts back underneath yourself." With reluctance Carol dropped the jeans and pulled them off his feet. Taking the shiny white fabric in his hands he examined the strange garment. It was a white matte finished fabric that stretched as he pulled at it but there was a bright shiny lacy white satin diamond on the front of the girdle which didn't seem to stretch as much as the rest of the fabric. Turning his back to his Mother he removed the panties and slowly pulled the restricting garment up his legs after adjusting his equipment into a more comfortable package pulled it tightly up to his waist. When he looked at himself in his mother's full length mirror his groin was as smooth as a girl's. He blushed as he gathered the jeans and pulled them up his legs and strained to button them again. His mother motioned him over to the bed where she told him to lay down and to take the pliers and use them to pull up the zipper. Surprisingly the zipper with the added grip of the pliers quickly zipped into place. "It's a secret known to most women," his mother laughingly said as he sat up on the bed. "Now dear I think you need just a little padding in your bra to give a hint of breasts so put these cloth pads in each cup. Fine now let's get you fixed up with a little make up and maybe we can style your hair into a nice page boy with some pretty bangs. When he opened his shirt to insert the pads into his bra he remembered the loose straps and mentioned it to his mother. She had him remove the shirt and showed him how to adjust the straps. She couldn't resist pulling out the back of the bra and letting it snap back. Him jumped and let out a little squeak. "I'm sorry darling. I just couldn't help it. Boys your age use to do that to me and I just wanted you to feel how that felt," she said with a giggle. "Mom I would never do something like that," was all he said with a slight blush to his cheeks. A few minutes later Carol was looking at a fairly pretty young teenage girl in the full length mirror. "Oh shit!" H exclaimed as he examined his reflection. "I look like a girl. I really do." "See honey," his mother said, "I just knew that you could pull this off. However wearing girl's clothing does not make you a girl. You are going to have to learn how to walk, move your arms and hips in a totally different manner between now and Saturday morning when we go to meet Beatrice. Come on back into the living room and we will practice everything you will need to know." "Hey! What about Edward? He will see me. Mom, I'd be too embarrassed for him to watch me learning how to act like a stupid girl." Carol protested. "I don't want him seeing me like this." "Don't be silly Carol. Eddie will have to see you soon enough and he will have to get use to seeing you looking like a pretty young lady. Remember that we all have a role to play here. So come along and let's get started. We have a lot to do and a short period of time to get it done." Ooo "Mom you missed the turn. It's back the other way," Edward said while his mother drove. "You will have to make a U-turn then take the first left to get to the airport." "Oh dear I guess I am just so nervous about meeting your Great Aunt Beatrice. Bear with me children," Mary said as she slowed to make the turn. "What about me? You seem to be forgetting about what I am going through. I'm the one sweating bullets here. Mom let's stop this nonsense right now and tell Aunt Beatrice the truth. I'm sure that she will be understanding and maybe even willing to help us out. Come on Mom! Please let's stop this right now before I get into trouble," exclaimed Carol sitting beside his mother in the front seat. "It's too late now darling," Mary said. "I mean you look like a beautiful young lady and you did not hear Beatrice's excitement as she talked about meeting you. I think if she discovered the truth after coming all this way....well she'd probably disown us. So do your best to remember what I taught you about acting like a lady. Short strides and keep your hands out of your pockets and be sweet. Ahhh here we are at the terminal. I didn't even know this airport was even here. Okay kids the show is on. Eddie remember your manners and open the door for us ladies, remember to be polite and whatever you do don't laugh at your sister. Carol honey, don't forget to get your purse and walk with small steps one foot in front of the other. Let's do this. Oh my just look at the size of that limo parked over there." As they entered the foyer of the terminal they saw a small group of people sitting off to one side. Seated in the middle of the crowd was an older very distinguished looking woman. She had grey hair streaked with black tied in a sever bun at the back. She wore a grey silk business suit, a black silk blouse with a large ruffled lace jabot. Her make up was impeccable and suitable for an older woman. She was a woman of both class and authority. Mary just knew that she had to be Great Aunt Beatrice. "Auntie Beatrice," she exclaimed as she rushed over to them. Edward and Carol followed in her wake. The woman rose to her feet and sternly examined the woman coming her way. She was surprisingly tall standing almost six foot in her three inch black pumps. "Young woman you are late," was all she said as Mary and the kids arrived. "Errr....I...I'm sorry but we got lost. I don't get to this side of town very often," Mary stammered an apology. "Well that doesn't matter now. I am Mz. Nelson. Your Great Aunt Beatrice's associate and confidant. I assume you are Mary Conroy and your children. Miss Beatrice will be here shortly. She is in the lady's freshening up for your meeting. However before you meet, I want to make it perfectly clear that you are in fact Mrs. Mary William Conroy wife of William "Bill" Conroy and these are your children by marriage, Edward and Carol Conroy?" "Why yes of course I am and they are. Why else would I be here?" Mary answered somewhat shocked at Mz Nelson's attitude. "You'd be surprised at how many people have tried to take advantage of Miss Beatrice's good nature in the past. It is my job to make sure Miss Beatrice's welfare is maintained in the highest quality. Would you please introduce me to your children?" Mz Nelson stated. "Oh...yeah...sure," Mary responded still confused and intimidated by this woman standing before her. "This is my eldest Edward and my...my.... daughter Carol." Edward stepped forward and shook the proffered hand with a nervous smile on his lips. Carol did the same once he moved out of the way. Neither of them looked up into the intimidating eyes of Mz Nelson. It seemed like an eternity to Carol as he stood before the woman towering above him. She seemed to scrutinize him forever before releasing his hand and turning to his mother. "Your daughter has a firm grip... unusual for such a shy little thing," was all Mz. Nelson said before turning toward a younger man dressed in a dark blue pin striped suit. "Robert would you please hand Mrs. Conroy the papers." As Robert did as he was told Mz. Nelson focused her attention first to Carol and then to Mary. "Mrs. Conroy," she began, "these papers are affidavits attesting to the facts as you just relayed to me. Simply stated.... that you are the wife of William and that these children...Edward your son and......Carol.....your daughter are in fact and deed who you claim to be. It is just a legal formality for the protection of Miss Beatrice and yourselves of course. Should Miss Beatrice pass, heaven forbid any time soon, your claims to her estate will be eased in any legal proceedings. So if you would sign were Robert tells you and we can get on with our little visit." With trembling fingers Mary took the pen and after casting a glance at Carol signed the papers. Her last chance to make things right was now past and the spinning of the web progresses. As she handed the papers back to Robert a smallish slightly stooped shouldered grey haired woman approached the group. Tastefully made up and wearing her grey hair styled in a page boy Great Aunt Beatrice looked like a well dressed grandmother. Her smile filled her wrinkled face and her eyes danced as she saw Carol standing beside his mother. "Oh my goodness sakes alive, you must be my great niece Carol," she said. "My my child, you are simply beautiful and I cannot begin to tell you just how happy seeing you makes me." Turning to Mz. Nelson she continued, "Margaret please have the limo brought around and we'll be off to the hotel. I would really like to settle in and have some time to get to know my grand niece in a more comfortable atmosphere." Without missing a beat she turned to Mary, "And you my dear must be Mary. It is so nice to finally meet you. I just wish that I had known about you and your family so much sooner. Alas hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Please introduce me to your family." "Oh yes Great Aunt Beatrice. It would be my pleasure. This is my eldest Edward who hopes to one day be a Harvard Law School graduate and my precious Carol," Mary quickly responded. "Well come here children and give your old Aunt B a big hug. I haven't had a good hug in ages," Beatrice said. Beatrice held onto Carol's hug a bit longer than Edward's and as they embraced whispered, "My dear you are such a rough cut jewel but you will become a precious diamond when I am finished with you." Carol mumbled a soft thank you and backed away. He was not at all comfortable at how things were going. He was beginning to feel an annoying flutter in his guts telling him to run like the blazes but managed to restrain himself from bolting. "Uh... Great Aunt Beatrice," Mary began only to be told by her to call her Auntie B. "My close friends call me Miss B but since you are kin please call me Auntie or Auntie B." "Auntie B I was hoping that you would come to our apartment. We have the guest room all set up and......" Mary began but was stopped by Beatrice. "I appreciate the thought dear but as you can see I have a rather large entourage with me. Why don't you follow us....no you and the children can accompany me in the limo while Robert and the others can follow in your car. That is if you don't mind having someone else drive your car." "Oh no, I don't have a problem with that and I think the children would enjoy riding in a limo," Mary replied. She wanted Auntie on her home turf where she could maintain some semblance of control. That obviously was not going to happen now and she certainly couldn't refuse. The limo had no problem accommodating all five of them and probably the rest of the entourage could have sat comfortably in it as well. During the drive to the swankiest hotel in the city Auntie B had Mary relate her life story to her. Carol and Edward did their best to be inconspicuous and out of the conversation. Carol however was keenly aware of the ever present penetrating gaze of Mz. Nelson. She scared him. Under that gaze Carol made sure that his knees were pressed tightly together and his hands primly folded on his purse sitting in his lap. They entered the Presidential Suite of the hotel and were greeted by the suite's resident butler. Auntie B instructed him to serve whatever her guests required while she went to get into something more comfortable. To say that the Conroy family was awe struck would be an understatement. The glass walls with the exquisite drapery folded back gave a magnificent view of the city far below. The fancy furnishings and gilded fixtures simply were something they had never experienced. Having a butler take their drink order and serve them was amazing. In this fabulous environment Mary pulled her children in close and whispered, "My darlings remember this could all be ours someday. Carol mind your manners and whatever you do stay in character. Ladies do not squeeze when they shake hands. They gently press their fingers into the open palm. You are my daughter and I expect you to act like it. Eddie be respectful to your sister and no matter what happens remember that she is your sister." Auntie B returned to the spacious living room wearing a gorgeous chiffon negligee set in a soft peach color. The gown was floor length with a very full skirting lavished with white floral lace and bright white satin ribbons and bows. Her shoes were matching satin slippers with a low heel. She swept onto the lounge chair and opening her arms said, "Welcome to my new family. I have dreamt for years of finding my blood kin and now I have. Please take a seat and get comfortable. I have gifts for each of you and I do hope that you will like them. Please sit." With that Mz. Nelson presented a small pearl colored paper with a bright pink satin bow covered box to Mary. She opened it and found a woman's alligator wallet and a check for $1,000 made out in her name. She sat too stunned to even comment as Mz. Nelson moved on to Edward and handed him a box wrapped in green paper with white satin ribbon bow. Inside was a gift certificate to a nationally known computer manufacturer in an amount that would let him get anything his heart desired. His slacked jawed response kept him from saying anything as well. Mz. Nelson presented Carol with a very large box wrapped in bright pink paper topped with a very fancy white lace bow. Carol had some difficulty managing the large box sitting on his lap but finally got the top off. Pushing the pink tissue aside he revealed a pale lavender dress that looked like a child's satin and chiffon party dress. He was too stunned to remove it from the box. His wide eyed slack jawed expression could be mistaken for either absolute fear or absolute wonder. "Perhaps Carol would like to try it on for size," Mz. Nelson suggested to Mary. "I'm sure Miss B would love to see her in it." The way she said it sounded nothing like a suggestion but rather a command. Carol was brought out of his daze by his Mother tugging on his elbow. "Come on darling," she said. "Let's go and try on this lovely dress that your Aunt has bought for you. You simply cannot refuse you know. Come on dear. I know that you are shocked beyond belief at your good fortune but let's go see how it fits." He allowed himself to be led into a nearby bedroom. Once the door was shut Carol looked with wide eyed terror in his eyes and said, "Mother you have got to be kidding. I can't wear this. It is a damn dress! This has gone too far. I don't care how much money is at stake. I just want to stop it now and go home." With that said he broke down in tears and sat on the bed. "Oh baby it is way too late for that now. Remember I signed that legal document stating under oath that you were my daughter. If you refuse to continue doing this and we are found out we both ....no all of us...would probably go to jail for inheritance fraud or worse. You have to wear this dress. Remember it is just for the weekend. You can do this. I know you can. Come on now; let's get you out of those jeans and into this pretty dress. We have no other choice." Reluctantly Carol rose from the bed in a zombie like state began to undress. It did not matter that his mother stood right there in front of him. Nothing mattered any more. He was doomed and he knew he had no choice now. Some how his Mother's simple plan was getting a bit complicated and he was the one paying the price tag. Stripped to his panty girdle Mary shook out the pretty party dress and then looked into the box. There was a white chiffon ruffled petticoat lying underneath and under that a pair of white lace frilled nylon full cut lavender panties with matching bra, matching garter belt and white stockings. At the bottom of the box were a pair of white patent leather two inch heeled pumps, a matching leather clutch purse and a pair of white lace gloves. "Oh....my... this... is an absolutely gorgeous outfit Carol. It must have cost a fortune. Come into the bathroom dear we have to do something about the hair under your arms. I didn't think it would be necessary to shave you there when I had you shave your legs this morning but with this dress you don't have any choice. I just hope there is a razor in here. Come on we have to hurry. Your Auntie B wants to see her beautiful niece." It was total humiliation for Carol to have his arm pit hair removed... a major vestige of his coming manhood... whisked away then to have to put on that ridiculous dress. No girl his age would think of wearing something that juvenile. The pale delicately embroidered lavender garter belt was fastened around his waist and the straps threaded through his girdle. Next his mother rolled the stockings up his legs and fastened them to the tabs of the garter belt. Each sheer stocking had a single lavender rose rising to calf level woven into the back side of the fabric. The matching bra was quickly put into place and the straps adjusted. She had him step into the full skirted chiffon petticoat and then pulled the dress over his head and buttoned it at the back all the way up to his neck. The satin and chiffon dress fell to mid-knee and flared out exposing the white petticoats underneath. The billowing sleeves were almost transparent pale lavender chiffon with a two inch wide darker lavender satin ruffled cuff. The high neck was also pale translucent lavender chiffon falling to the dark lavender satin bodice frilled with delicate white floral lace. The satin bodice fitted tightly across his expanded chest and had vertical rows of white lace with delicate lavender flower highlights that emphasized and narrowed the waist. A bright lavender satin sash that formed a large pert bow at the back circled the waist. The full skirt was bright lavender satin. It was a surprisingly good fit and Mary briefly wondered how Auntie B knew Carol's size but that thought evaporated as she heard Mz. Nelson calling through the door asking if they needed any help. After telling Mz. Nelson that everything was alright and that they would be out in just a few more moments, she grabbed the shoes from the box. Mary slipped his shoes on for him, helped him put on the gloves and handed him his clutch purse. "Now sweetie, remember what I taught you about walking. Heel and toe with the pressure being put on the toe before you bring the heel to rest. Sway at the hips a bit, shoulders back and you will find it easier to walk. It would help if you held your purse in your right hand pressed softly against your skirt while letting your left hand and arm swing slightly close to your side. Come on try it for me and remember to smile. We have to convince your great Aunt that you are a lady." With tears in his eyes Carol began to walk around the carpeted room. His ankles buckled slightly at almost every initial step but with his mother's constant encouragement soon got the hang of it. He was by no means adapt at walking in heels when Mary ushered him out of the door after touching up his make up. He felt like a clumsy idiot but did his best. "Oh how delightful," Great Aunt Beatrice exclaimed upon seeing him. "You look absolutely divine my dear. Please give us a twirl." Carol almost fell as he tried to pivot in the heels but his Mother's firm grip on his left arm kept him steady. "This is Carol's first time to wear heels," Mary simply stated as way of explanation for his clumsiness. "That is perfectly understandable my dear. Come over here darling and let me get a better look at you," Auntie B said as she stood and reached out to take both of Carol's hands in hers. "Oh my, yes. That dress is adorable on you. I do hope that you like it. You were born to wear dresses like this with that willowy body of yours my dear." "Oh yes Auntie B, I just love this dress. I have never worn anything so...so pretty," he said softly as his aunt brought him into a tight embrace. "You are a lovely niece and I am pleased to meet you," Auntie B said as she broke the embrace and turned to Mz. Nelson and continued, "Margaret have the dinner plans been made? I would like to have dinner now in the company of my new family. Please see to it." Mz. Nelson nodded her head, "Yes Miss B everything is in readiness all I have to do is tell the Butler. The dinning room is over there in that room. Let me inform the Butler." The dinning room was an "L" shaped affair affording everyone an over view of the city. The table was set in fine china and there were more place settings than any of the Conroy family had ever seen. "Four forks, two knives, three spoons, three glasses...What the shit am I going to use all them for," Edward was thinking as he sat in an indicated chair. Just before the food was served Mary whispered to her children to watch what Auntie B did with her silverware and then follow her movements. Edward was a little disappointed in the dinner even though it was a seven course meal. The portions were small and some of them he did not even recognize as food. "Who ever heard of putting Pansies in a salad," he asked himself after watching Mz. Nelson picking the flower petal out of her salad and apparently enjoying its flavor. To him it tasted kinda perfumery but as hungry as he was swallowed with gusto. Fortunately for him Carol just picked at his meal and did not mind Edward helping himself to his plate. Mary did not miss Mz. Nelson's look of disapproval at her children's table manners. "That is one formidable woman," she thought as she turned her attention back to her own meal. After the meal Auntie B offered a glass of Port to all of them stating that the occasion called for a bit of celebration. The drinks poured and the bottle of fine vintage left on the table, the Butler left them. "Mary," Auntie B started the conversation. "I have had my legal team thoroughly investigate and find my living relatives. You and your children are all that they came up with. As far as William's parents are concerned....well there never is an easy way to say it...are no longer involved. As you can tell I am a very wealthy woman and you are my only legacy. However I am not one to just give my wealth away just because you are kin. It was my intention to find a close female offspring to eventually take my place. As Carol is the closest relative I have decided to elevate my niece"....here she paused to look directly into Carol's eyes which he quickly lowered... "into proper society and eventually as my heir. That is..." again she paused to look at Mary... "provided Carol has the mental aptitude and capability to assume this position. It is still too early in the process for me to make any final decision. I would therefore greatly appreciate it if Carol could come and live with me for the summer. That is unless Carol has made prior arrangements. Have you dear?" Auntie B looked down the table at Carol and waited for a response. Mary seeing the panic in Carol's eyes and afraid that he was going to expose everything jumped in. "Oh Auntie B... I....I need Carol to help keep the apartment for me while I am at work. I have two jobs and I just don't know what I will do without her help this summer." Seeing Great Aunt Beatrice turn her gaze her way Mary stumbled on, "Errr...Eddie has a summer job and ...er...I really do need the help around the house." She finished lamely. "Oh tish tosh," Auntie B replied then turned her gaze back to Carol. "Well darling child do you have plans for the summer besides cleaning the house?" Under her intense gaze Carol had to admit that he had no plans for the summer. "Well then," Auntie B stated, "I won't demand an answer tonight as it is getting a bit late. Mary, as far as needing Carol to keep house while you are at work, we can get around that. I am prepared to offer you....let's say whatever your biggest income job's salary plus 25 percent for the duration of the summer. That way you can quit that job and be at home for Edward and keep the house. No don't answer me now. Wait until tomorrow when I shall be calling on you. Let's say around tenish or so. Good. Now that is settled let us enjoy our Port and then you can be off. I can't tell you just how much I have enjoyed this little get together. As the great Queen of England, Elizabeth, once said ?we are amused'." Ooo The door to the apartment had barely closed when Carol let loose. "Mother have you lost your ever loving friggin mind? Look at me! I'm your son! Just look at me! Your son in case you haven't noticed is wearing a friggin dress and looking like a total dork! Why didn't you just tell Auntie the truth? I don't want her friggin money! I don't want to be her darling NIECE! I don't want to be a girl! It was suppose to be for just this weekend and now she wants me to go with her for the entire damn summer! I will never be able to make it that long. I'm surprised that ....that Mz. Nelson hasn't figured it out yet much less Auntie! If it was this bad at her hotel room for just one night how can I manage living under her roof twenty-four seven for the entire summer? Answer me that? You can't can you. I know I certainly can't do it. Oh what am I going to do........." Carol threw himself onto the couch and began crying loudly. Mary let her son cry as she shooed Edward to his room. She stood over him for some time until his crying began to soften. Kneeling down on the floor beside his head she caressed his hair. "Look my sweetie this went much further than I had intended but I don't see any alternatives at the moment. Before you say anything.... yes it is my fault and yes, I did some very stupid things today but what's done is done. Tomorrow morning I will call Auntie and explain everything to her and just hope for the best. While Auntie B is a sweet lady...I am...well I am not so sure about that Mz. Nelson.....She is very intimidating and very protective of Auntie B. She mentioned in passing during dinner that someone had tried to pull a similar stunt on her before. Well that person ended up in jail for five long years for inheritance fraud. It doesn't matter. I will take my chances with Mz. Nelson and all that if you are so distraught over this. We don't have to make a decision tonight Carol. Just remember that I did what I thought was best for our family. It was Eddie's only hope of attending Harvard and our chances of getting out of this squalor. It was a big chance for all of us to get out of poverty and I am sorry that I didn't think more about what it would do to you. I don't know what I was really thinking at the time...maybe just that some little old lady would come for a quick visit and then happy that she had met her niece would go happily back home. Guess I was wrong there wasn't I buddy? I'm truly sorry my baby. Come on now and let me help you get undressed." In just his girdle and bra Mary handed him one of her long white cotton sleep shirts with pink balloons imprinted on it to wear for the night. "I know that you are uncomfortable wearing those under things but it's probably better to be prepared than have Auntie catch you without any foundation. Get some sleep and we will talk some more in the morning. Good night baby," she said as he slipped under the sheets of the cot. Carol tossed and turned all night and his dreams were at best nightmares. Visions of his mother and brother wearing prison stripes and peering out from behind prison bars haunted him while other visions of him wearing swishy skirts and pretending to be a girly girl made him shutter. One vision, out of them all, scared him awake in the early morning hours. It was a vision seen at first far off in the distance and then moving closer and closer zooming into a close up of his mother's face creased in a thousand wrinkles and hallowed eyed with great fatigue pounding on rocks with a sledge hammer making them into very little rocks. His vision backed up and showed that behind her stood what appeared to be the emaciated form of his brother. Edward looked to be a hundred years old and seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His brother's mouth opened and an eerie hallow sound came out saying, "Brother why.....you could do it...why did you do this to us....I could have gone to Harvard." When his mother woke him Carol was almost glad to see the light of day. "Out of one nightmare and into another all too real one," he thought as he went into the bathroom. As he walked over to the commode he noticed that his mother had filled the tub with floral scented bubble bath. Standing over the toilet he lifted the hem of the nightshirt when his mother walked in without even knocking. "Carol sit like a lady," she admonished him. "Darling if you are going to be my daughter you have to remember to act like one at all times even in the privacy of the bath." "Mom!" he shouted embarrassed and mad at the same time by her interruption. "I'm in the bathroom." She ignored his protest and stood with her arms folded under her ample breasts waiting for him to do her bidding. Seeing that she was not going away Carol turned and sat to do his business. "Have you decided what you are going to do?" she quietly asked him. "Do I call Auntie B and tell her everything or do we wait for her arrival and continue as we are?" "Shit Mom do I really have any choice?" he replied. "After all poor Edward has to go to Harvard now doesn't he? I can't send you to prison so what choice do I have? Yes I'll pretend to be your daughter for the summer but once I get back here you have to promise me that this will be all over and done with. I don't like dressing like a girl much less having to be one." "It will only be for a few months and I am truly sorry for getting you into this," Mary solemnly began. "I and Edward too realize what a great sacrifice you are making for our family and will never forget it. Carol you will be all by yourself when you go to stay with Auntie B and it is extremely important that you remember to stay in character the whole time all the time. Even in your most private moments you must always be a young lady. Women are always congregating in the bathroom so you will have to get use to seeing other ladies around you when you do your intimate rituals. Another thing that women share are their menstrual problems so I am going to give you a quick lecture on this uniquely feminine ritual." With that said she went over to the linen closet and removed a feminine syringe, box of tampons, and one of panty liners. As he sat in the tub she explained their uses and more than he ever wanted to know about feminine hygiene. She carefully explained that once a month he would have to use each of those items for at least five days. If he did not then questions would be raised. Out of the tub the lessons continued on how to do his morning toilet in a feminine way. Totally embarrassed he went back into the bedroom with a towel draped from under his arms and another wrapped turban style around his head. She helped him get dressed in a fresh panty girdle, the bra and jeans from yesterday and a new bright yellow sleeveless "V" neck tee shirt that left his belly button exposed. The towel was removed from his head and his hair brushed out into a short page boy. A yellow plastic head band was placed over the parting of his bangs to add a feminine look to the style over his protest. A little eye makeup, pink lip gloss and a sprits of perfume and he was ready to meet the day. Around ten the limo pulled up in their parking lot. When Mary answered the door Mz. Nelson entered saying, "How quaint." She was followed by Aunt B and Robert. "Lovely to see you again my dear," Aunt B stated as she gave Mary a brief hug and air kiss, "and where is my darling grand niece and nephew Edward?" "Over here Auntie B," Carol replied as he entered the living room. "Edward is over at a friend's house." Auntie B gave him a close look then turning her attention back to Mary said, "Mary, don't you think that a dress would be more suitable for her? There is just too much Tom Boy in that girl to suit my taste. Oh do you have any tea by chance? I would just love a cup of tea." Carol stood blushing over that comment but said nothing. His eyes however were pleading to his mother. He certainly did not want to put that juvenile dress back on. "Oh yes Aunt B how thoughtless of me." Mary replied. "I'll go and put the pot on and while it is brewing I'll have Carol put on that lovely dress you brought for her. I'm afraid that with my work and all I have let Carol pretty much dress like she wants." "Don't bother dear. Let her stay as she is for the moment. I have big shopping plans for us today. I think it would be a lot easier for her to try on different outfits dressed the way she is. Now come over here Carol and give your old Auntie a big hug and kiss." Carol walked over to his aunt and did as he was told. At first he wasn't sure about the kiss but when she turned her cheek to his face and air kissed him he knew what to do. "Come over to the couch and let's talk about all the plans I have made for us today while Mary gets the tea," Auntie B stated. "Mary would you mind if Mz. Nelson checks out Carol's wardrobe to see what is suitable for us to take with us?" Mary's heart stopped at that request and for a horrible moment saw all her plans go up in smoke. She gathered her thoughts and finally replied, "Since you asked Aunt B I have to object at that intrusion into Carol's privacy. She has nothing but jeans and shorts and that lovely dress you gave her. I was going to take her shopping with me when I go to work Monday and get her some more appropriate clothing for her stay with you. Carol like most young teens is very private about her clothing and intimate apparel. Such an intrusion would be most embarrassing for her. I hope that you see my point." "Yes of course dear. I forgot what it was like being a young teen myself and you are so right. Please Carol and Mary accept my apologies," Aunt B said. Mary breathed a sigh of relief and could see the same relief on her son's face. She went into the kitchen and put the tea on the burner. "I could have sworn that I saw a gleam in that Mz. Nelson's eyes there for a second. Oh well we got past that one. I just hope that nothing else pops up like that this afternoon," Mary thought as the water came to a boil. She served the tea and the conversation stopped as they enjoyed the brew. Mary couldn't help but notice that Carol was fidgeting where he sat beside his Great Aunt Beatrice. She knew that he was more than uncomfortable with the situation but there was nothing they could do about it now. Like when you get on a roller coaster. Once it starts there is no way to get off. You just had to endure the ride. After tea they got into the limo for the drive into town. All the way there Aunt B kept up a constant chatter about how much fun it was going to be. She chatted on about how she couldn't have children of her own and how much she missed out in life by not getting to provide for a daughter like Mary had been fortunate to do. With her constant chatter both Mary and Carol were content to just listen. At least they did not have to talk and responded with the appropriate ooohs and aaahhs where necessary. The limo pulled up in front of the swankest clothing store in the city where a valet opened the doors for them. Inside the richly appointed store Auntie B soon had the complete and undivided attention of the sales clerks and manager. In no time Carol was inside a large dressing room with three full length mirrors and two velvet covered stools stripped to his panty girdle. The dressing room was large enough for both his mother and Auntie B. Carol was blushing bright pink as the sales assistant held a cloth measuring tape around his chest. As soon as she had his chest measurements Carol pulled his hands up to cover his none existent breasts. He was blushing even redder when the assistant said that he would need an AAA training bra. She was efficient and soon had all his measurements written down on a small note pad. With that done all three women left him alone in the dressing room to seek out his first outfit of the day. As they exited the room Carol heard the assistant say, "How old is she? She seems quite big to have not begun puberty." The last thing he heard before they retreated out of hearing was, "Oh dear that old?" "Oh shit! Crap! Crap! There is no way I am going to fool these people into thinking that I am a girl. Why did I let myself get into this mess? Crap! And double Crap there isn't anything I can about it now. Oh please let's get this over with," Carol thought as the women walked away. As the women followed in the wake of the sale clerk Mary asked Auntie B how she had known the right dress size to get for Carol. "Oh Margaret picked out the clothing. She has surprisingly good fashion sense," she replied. Mary looked at Mz. Nelson with a questioning look on her face. Mz. Nelson just said that it was a lucky guess on her part based on her letter. Before she could question her any further they arrived at a clothing rack. After what seemed like ages Carol heard the women coming back. As the door swung open he had to step back as the doorway filled with fabrics of all colors. The ladies managed to work their way into the changing room and carefully placed the bundles of clothing down. "Miss Carol step over her," the sales associated said indicating a spot near the right side of the room. He did as told and stood there while she picked up a shining white satin bra with delicate eyelet lace trimming the small cups. She pulled it up his arms and quickly fastened it behind his back. After adjusting the straps she ran her finger under the bandeaux then stepped back. "How does that feel Carol? Not too tight?" she asked him. Then to his further embarrassment she slid her finger inside the right cup and continued, "There is just a bit of padding and the cups are designed to push up and support your breasts dear. It is a 32 AAA. The 32 is the bandeaux length around your chest and the AAA designates the cup size of your budding breast. I'm sure that once nature takes its course you will fill out a much larger cup size. You just have to be patient dear." Next began an ordeal that would last hours and seem like an eternity to Carol. First there were full slips to try on, half-slips, petticoats, blouses, skirts, dresses and shoes to match followed. Those, he later discovered, where for just every day wear. Then he had to try on high heels, low heels, flats, sandals, court shoes, bedroom mules, and sporting shoes. Finally he was told to try on several negligees and other sleepwear. Six dresses, six skirts and twelve blouses were chosen along with all the matching panties and bras including four full petticoats. A dozen panty girdles and several garter belts were also included. The panty girdles were Mary's idea. It was decided that he would wear the charcoal grey full skirt with two petticoats in white starched netting and a frilly white polyester blouse with full billowing sleeves and lace frilled jabot and the block heeled sandals out of the store. The rest of the purchases were to be delivered to Auntie B's hotel room later that afternoon after the appropriate alterations were made. He thought that they were finished for the day but was surprised when they led him over to the accessories aisle. A wide black patent leather belt was fastened tightly around his waist and a matching purse selected for him. While they were there Auntie B purchased several more purses, belts, and scarves along with a large quantity of hose in various colors. She did not believe that ladies of her social standing should wear pantyhose. The next stop was at the city's most famous restaurant for a light lunch. Carol was very self conscious as they were escorted to their table. He was all too aware of the rustling of his petticoats and the slight itching caused by the starched netting on his legs. He was glad that they had given him a pretty white half-slip to wear otherwise the itching of the petticoats would have been intolerable. Just sitting down in the chair that the waiter held for him was an ordeal but he managed to perform the act reasonably well. His mother ordered him a chicken chief's salad and diet coke. The ladies had a similar fair but theirs included a glass of white wine. Carol barely picked at his meal and all he wanted to do was go home and get out of these ridiculous clothes. At the end of the meal they all went into the lady's to freshen up. Carol was at first intimidated by this but a whispered encouragement from his mother calmed him down somewhat. He did his business inside a closed stall and found it very difficult to manage his clothing while attempting to pee. By the time he left the stall he had a new appreciation of how much a woman went through just to use the bathroom. He