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Oh The Webs We Weave Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn This is a work of pure fiction and has no reference to real life. My heartfelt thanks to all those who commented on part one. This story is copy written by the author and permission to down load for personal pleasure is granted; however, no part of this story may be down loaded or otherwise copied for commercial, payment or use on pay sites. It is recommended that part one be read before reading this one. Constructive comments may be sent to [email protected]. Oh The Webs We Weave Part 2 "I am worried Eddie," Mary said as she entered the kitchen. Edward was finishing up his dinner and looked up at his mother. "What could be the matter Mom? You only have one job and I got accepted to Harvard. Things couldn't be better for us." "Eddie how can you be so insensitive! Don't you have any idea what your poor brother has to put up with? I am so sorry that I didn't leave well enough alone. I worry about him. He sounded very upset on the telephone tonight." "Well what did he say that was so upsetting? They didn't find out about him did they? Shit! If they have, we'll all go to prison. That little sissy didn't rat us out did he? I don't want to go to prison now that I have everything going for me." Edward said suddenly realizing their situation. "Damn it Eddie! He's not a sissy. He is only doing what I ...no we...forced on him," Mary almost screamed. She took in a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "Is that all you can think about? Yourself! No he just sounded scared and frightened. He couldn't really talk as Mz. Nelson was standing in the room. I'm his mother and I can sense when one of my babies is in trouble. It's just a feeling.....Nothing more. I guess we'll find out when he comes home this week...school will be starting soon.....but I haven't stopped worrying about him since the day he left." "Awe Mom I'm sorry," he apologized. "It's just that everything is finally going so great for the both of us. You only have to work at the department store now and I leave for Harvard in three weeks. Carol is getting away with his deception and soon it will be over for him when he gets back here. You needn't worry. Like he has only one more week and he will be back to his old self. If he made it this far he should be able to get through the rest of it okay. Now stop your worrying. No sense in getting worked up over anything." Ooo Carol sat on the edge of his bed sipping Ezzy's tart tea. He was wearing a shimmering pale lime green nylon nightie with forest green piping around the scooped neckline and around the full flaring three quarter sleeve cuffs. Under it he was still wearing his matching dance panties and bra. The only time he was ever out of his undergarments was when he took his bath. His hair was covered in a chartreuse nylon sleeping cap that kept his tightly rolled hair secure. On his feet were a pair of white two inch heeled open toed slippers. The matching negligee in semi-transparent pale green chiffon was draped on the bed at his side. His throat was sore and he hoped the hot tea would sooth it. "Okay Miss Carol your bath is ready," Ezzy said as she approached the bed. "While you bathe, I will get your clothing ready for this morning. I think the white mini with the pleated flared skirt and peach blouse would be nice this morning after your work out. Don't you think so?" "Whatever," he said as he pulled on the negligee and headed for the bathroom. His voice cracked as he answered. Stopping at the bathroom door he added, "Ezzy would you please get me another cup of tea." His voice cracked again and it bothered him. "Maybe I'm coming down with a cold," he thought as he entered the room, closed the door and locked it. He quickly stripped off all of his clothing and went over to the commode. Reaching down between his legs he grabbed his limp penis and began to stoke it. Nothing happened. He just felt a sensation of friction as he rubbed it. His normal morning hard on was just a thing of memory now. He looked down something he didn't like doing as his breasts now filled his gaze. They were pear shaped with puffy areoles and swollen nipples the size of pencil erasers. They actually filled his B cup bra. Giving up he finished his business and got into the lilac scented bubble bath. In the bath he lathered up his legs with feminine gel soap and shaved them using his pink lady's razor. Next he shaved his underarms. He ran his hands over his face and didn't feel any hairs somewhat surprised that his beard had not yet started to sprout. At his age he should have had at least some mustache growth. Well Ms. Davis his cosmology teacher had used some laser thing around his lips and chin several weeks ago that she said would smooth his skin. Disgusted with himself and the changes taking place to his body he got out of the tub and patted himself dry. Carol did his best to avoid prolonged contact with his sensitive breasts. At the sink he applied a lilac scented body lotion and matching talc. He finished his toilet and pulled the white dance panty up his legs and after pushing his limp penis back between his legs secured them around his waist. The white sports bra was next followed by his negligee and slippers. In his room he quickly donned his aerobics outfit for the day consisting of flamingo pink leotard, white sparkle tights, flamingo pink leg warmers, sparkle white nylon skirt and white with pink accent athletic shoes. He left his hair in rollers but replaced the sleep cap with a flamingo pink silk scarf. After he finished dressing Ezzy handed him another cup of hot tea. "Are you feeling okay Miss Carol," she asked him with a look of concern on her face. "Yeah just a little sore throat is all," he answered. "Here let me feel your forehead. No it doesn't feel like you have a fever. Maybe it's the start of your monthly?" she asked. "Oh shit," he thought. "I haven't used those things since I first got here. Better tell her that's probably it." "I guess....er...it should be my time...er...now" he managed to get out blushing slightly. "Okay I get them out of the cabinet for when you come back from your exercises. I'll just leave them on the bathroom counter for you Miss Carol. I'll have another cup of tea ready too," she told him. When he got to the exercise room Ms. Jacobs was ready for him. She was looking especially good this morning. Carol's dick should have risen to the occasion but his mind did not register that his dick was just lying limply between his thighs. Her scooped necked leotard was exposing far more cleavage than normal. Her full mounds seemed like they would fall out of their confines when she bent over. He groaned inwardly as he watched them move and shake. He wanted nothing more than to take them into his hands and mouth. They went through their stretching exercises then spent the rest of the time working on improving their thigh and butt muscles. Hers didn't look like they needed any improvement and his was not that much different looking. Back in his room Carol was exhausted and grabbed the cup of hot tea as soon as he entered. He took the cup and a fresh change of underclothing with him into the bathroom. There he quickly undressed and slid his aching body into the hot bubble bath. When the water cooled he got out and dried himself off. Reluctantly he went over to where Ezzy had placed his feminine hygiene products. The slightly perfumed disposable douche he thought about just dumping into the sink but decided not too for fear of being discovered. Instead he went to the commode and gingerly squirted it up his ass. That odious task completed he unwrapped the tampon and inserted it. Tugging on the white sting to make sure it was seated properly against his anus he got up and washed his hands. Carol did not like the feeling of having a tampon up his butt. It seemed to make him walk with a definite girlie wiggle. After his bath Ezzy helped him apply his make up and dress. She handed him his nude hose with a floral lace welt that he attached to the garters of his white lace frilled garter belt after threading them through his dance panty. A dainty oyster white half slip with two inches of floral lace hemming came next then a peach camisole with white lace highlights at bust and hem. Then he put on the polyester semi-sheer peach blouse with high lace frilled collar and billowing sleeves that Ezzy buttoned up the back for him. The white pleated mini- skirt that flared out at mid-thigh came next. A pair of white patent leather three inch stiletto heeled pumps followed. Dangling multi- colored fresh water pearl earrings and matching necklace, three rings, two bracelets and a white clutch purse finished his dressing. Inside the purse was his make up, some tissues, and a fresh tampon. He went into the dining room where he was hoping to see his Auntie B for lunch but found Mz. Nelson waiting for him. She was back from her business trip and Carol had hoped that she wouldn't be back until after he left at the end of the week. He noticed that she was her stern looking self. She wore a tailored business suit in a navy color just below the knee length skirt, white cotton blouse, jacket and navy block heeled pumps. Her hair was in its ever present tight bun and her make up was at a minimum. As he sat down across from her he forced a fake smile and started to say hello when his voice took on a decidedly higher feminine tone. He tried to cover it up with a cough but Mz. Nelson's eyebrow went up. To his ears it sounded just like the tonal quality that he had been practicing with his elocution lessons except it was now slightly higher and much more feminine in sound. What was worse he hadn't forced it. It came out naturally. As he raised his hands to his throat his arms brushed his tender nipples and the combination of everything that had happened today got to him. "Oh my God this can't be happening! I'm not a girl!" Carol said in shocked surprise. He immediately realized what he had said and just sat there with a totally shocked look on his face. Carol dared not look up or face Mz. Nelson. He did not know what to do now but pray that she hadn't heard him. If he had looked up at that moment he would have seen the sly smile of the Cheshire Cat on Mz. Nelson's face and a red gleam in her eyes. That smile and gleam was quickly suppressed as she looked down at her plate. "Carol darling I think right after luncheon we should have a nice talk," was all she said and began eating her meal. Ooo Carol sat fidgeting in the arm chair in Mz. Nelson's office. His mind was running rampant. "Damn I am done for and my family will probably go to jail. Oh Shit what have I done! Stupid! Stupid! How could I let that slip after so long? Stupid! Stupid! She's going to destroy me and I have no defenses. Crap! I can't tell her the truth. I can't let my mom go to jail. Maybe she will believe what Edward said....what was it.... trans something...Think you idiot...think what was it...oh yeah a transsexual. I'm a boy who likes to dress as a girl or sumptin like that....God I hope she believes me....otherwise...I can't think of that....I've got to make her believe me." Mz. Nelson let him stew in his own juices as she sat behind her desk looking over some paperwork. Every second or two she would glance up enjoying the squirming youth sitting in front of her. Finally she put the papers aside and looking directly into his eyes let a sly quick smile cross her lips. "Carol," she began, "Do you care to explain exactly what you meant during lunch? Something about not being a girl I believe." "Err...ahhh...I...er...I just meant that I was no longer a girl...er...ahh...I mean that I er...er...am a woman now," he said in desperation. He could not look her in the eye and kept his head bowed knowing full well that if he looked into those eyes she would know that he was lying. "Well now.....I have to agree with you Carol. You certainly have grown up since your arrival......" she paused long enough to enjoy the sight of him squirming in his seat. As she took pause, Carol had a moment's hope that his ruse had worked but that hope died almost as soon as it had flickered into flame. "However I do not believe you my dear," she continued calmly enjoying his expressions as they changed from hope to doom. "It is not what you said so much is it how you said it. Are you going to sit there and expect me to believe what you just said? I may be many things but I am not stupid. I will give you one more chance to tell me exactly what you meant and I want the truth or you certainly will not like the consequences." "Errr,,,Mz....Mz. Nelson...I...I am a transsexual!" He blurted out. "There I've said it," he thought. His statement caught Mz. Nelson off guard as she certainly did not expect that answer. She knew from the initial profiling that Robert had performed in his usual exhausting detailed style that Carol had never put on a dress much less panties prior to their first meeting. "This just may get interesting. I wonder if he really knows just how far he is willing to go to protect his family. Maybe I can use his devotion to my advantage," she thought before responding. "A transsexual person you said? Are you sure of that? Please elaborate on that Mr. Conroy," she replied. "Elaborate...Shit! What do I tell her? She called me Mister, shit," Carol thought as he squirmed even more in his seat almost in tears. "Damn now I'm starting to fucking cry. Shit I never cry...maybe I'll just cry and maybe she'll let me off the hook," he thought. Mz. Nelson was thoroughly enjoying the play of emotions reflected on Carol's face. She briefly let a smile break out on her face as she contemplated the anguish brought out by his newest lie and the tears forming in his eyes. She was positive that he did not want to become a woman. His school and dating history proved that he was all male. She had to give him credit though; she certainly did not expect him to go down this path. Seeing his tears spill down his cheeks Mz. Nelson got up from her seat and handed him a box of tissues. "There there dear have a good cry. I understand it makes one feel so much better afterwards or at least that is what the other girls tell me. I haven't cried since I was a little girl. I learned a long time ago not to let my emotions get the better of me. It is a sign of weakness as far as I am concerned," she said as he took the tissues from her. As he let the tears flow Carol actually began to feel better and as they subsided thought, "What did Edward say about transsexuals? Or was it transvestites? One of them are women trapped in a man's body and the other is one that has to wear women's clothing.....and yeah my family has been supporting me for many years. Need to tell her that and that......what else...I need to convince her....yeah I only wore boy's clothing when I went to school. I dressed.....no loved to dress as my fem self at what..whenever I could. Now get a hold of yourself and stick to the story." Blotting the tears from his eyes he told her just what he had been thinking. As he related how supportive his mother and brother had been, he did his best to look Mz. Nelson in the eye. He almost succeeded but her eyes were so intense that he had to look down. Finished his explanation he sat trembling in the chair waiting for Mz. Nelson to say something. After what seemed like ages Mz. Nelson finally spoke, "Well Carol you have left me with a lot to think about. Your Auntie B should be told about this deception of course but I don't know if her heart could take the strain at the moment. There are just too many variables that I need to consider. For the moment you will continue as your have and will not say anything about this to anyone especially your aunt until I figure out what to do with you. I probably should just tell her that you and your family have purposefully deceived her in order to obtain her wealth. That is the truth in all this is it not? Your mother talked you into dressing like a girl with the specific purpose of deceiving your great Aunt Beatrice into believing she had a female heir. The reason you agreed to this deception was the financial windfall that you and your family would inherit. Am I wrong in this assumption? Answer me child!" Carol turned white as a ghost upon hearing what Mz. Nelson had said. She was right on the mark. Almost as if she had sat in on the planning of this whole stupid scheme. He came close to admitting that she was right but sucking up what courage he still had shouted out, "No....No you have it all wrong. It....its like I told you... I...I am a transsexual. Really I am. You have to believe me Mz. Nelson. You just got too." "Very well child. For the moment I will consider what you have told me to be the truth. However, I want you to fully understand that my job my reason for being is the protection of your great Aunt Beatrice. Finding out that you are not whom you seem to be would be devastating to her at the moment. I need time to think things thru so we will proceed as if nothing happened until I make a final decision in this matter. Now excuse yourself and go to your room. I am sure that you have some serious thinking to do about your inexcusable behavior towards your aunt and the rest of us. Now get out of my sight until I summon you back here." Ooo Carol quickly went back to his room relieved to be away from Mz. Nelson yet still feeling great unease. When Ezzy asked him what happened he just said that they talked about him going back home. To get her out of the way he asked for a cup of her tea which normally took about thirty minutes to fix. "Oh man what am I gonna do now? I still don't think she believes that I am a transsexual whatever that really is. Pretending to be a boy that likes to wear dresses hell that's what I have been doing all summer. I probably have more and fancier clothing than any of my girlfriends. I even look better than most of the girls in my old school. So what if I have to wear dinky dresses a little longer. I made it this far okay," he thought as he sat on his bed. That night at dinner with his Auntie B and Mz. Nelson Carol tried to be his normal self. Most of the conversation revolved around his pending departure and what he wanted to do when he returned home. He said that he was looking forward to seeing his mother and brother again but would miss his aunt. He went on by telling Auntie B how much he would miss her and he was really sorry that they had spent so little time together. "Well dear your brother is leaving for Harvard shortly and your mother will still have to work so won't that leave you alone most of the time?" Auntie B said. "Err....I guess so Auntie B but I'm use to it and besides Mom will need my help keeping the place clean and all...." Carol replied a little uncomfortably. "Carol I am just asking you to consider coming back after you have spent some time with your family. There is a great private school right here that I can easily get you enrolled. Besides I have provided your mother with a cleaning service and would so love to have you back," Auntie B told him. Carol was becoming very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. He made the objection that he had friends at his old school and missed them. He also said that he didn't think his grades were good enough to get him into private school. Carol could just imagine the reaction when his records which all said that he was a male arrived at the new school. In the end he agreed to consider her request. Ooo Carol sat in Mz. Nelson's office the day before he was to leave. Nervous and feeling a sense of dread as he waited for her to speak. He was wearing a pair of rose pink flair legged denim jeans, a white ruffled peasant's blouse, his bare feet in a pair of white leather strappy sandals with a two inch block heel and his hair was tied off in a pony tail with a bright pink nylon scarf. His make up was understated soft pinks on lips and eye lids and a light brown for the brows and lashes. His look of innocent young teen was offset by Mz. Nelson's severe attire. She was wearing a below the knee black leather skirt, a blood red satin full sleeved blouse, black leather ankle boots with three inch stiletto heels and her hair was in its ever present tight bun. Her make up was overstated with claret red lips and blush, eyelids in somber earthy tones and black for the brows and lashes. She did not sit but was standing in front of her desk and looked very intimidating to Carol. He actually cringed in his seat as she stared down at him. "Well Mister Conroy," she began emphasizing the Mister. "I have reached a tentative decision about you and your family. I am going to assume that you are a transsexual per your declaration and will see that your desires are fulfilled. You will be allowed to visit your family until Edward goes off to school then brought back to the estate. Here you will begin home schooling and your transition. You will cooperate fully and do as you are told unfailingly to become your Aunt B's niece. In two or three years you should be fully transitioned and in compliance with your Aunt's dictates. Should you fail in any way to fulfill your obligations you will be very sorry. I will personally see to it that you and your family are tried for criminal inheritance fraud and file civil fraud charges. For your information conviction of criminal fraud carries a minimum 5 years in the state penitentiary for each conviction. Under the state's civil code if convicted your family will have to reimburse the estate for all expenses incurred during your period of fraudulent activity. While your family does not have the wherewithal to come close to paying those debts garnishments and penalties will keep them forever destitute. Do you understand what I have just said and do you agree to meet my terms?" Carol sat in shock as Mz. Nelson told him what was to happen. His eyes widened in shear terror as she spelled out the potential punishment if he refused to do her bidding. He did not understand what she meant by transitioning as he was already dressed as a silly girl. He wasn't sure what she was telling him about two or three more years. He did not like the part about doing whatever she told him to do but he thought he understood those ramifications. He understood all too well the punishments. He knew he had no choice but had to do something. In a soft whisper he said, "Does...does Auntie B know about this? I really care and love her you know. Look if you will just let us go I promise to repay whatever was spent on us. Even if it takes me a hundred years.....please can't you just let it go?" "Your Auntie B does not know about this....yet. She hasn't told you but she has a weakening heart and I am afraid that if she found out....well it could be her demise. Why I am telling you this is beyond me. You probably would like to see the old girl pass wouldn't you? Was that in your plans? Just to get her wealth? Are you still trying to play me for the fool?" "No....nooooo I swear that wasn't.....I don't want Auntie B to die....I....I don't care about her money..." Carol replied as he began to cry. "Ummm you may be telling the truth but then again you are a consummate actor and liar. Well I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now. Do you accept my terms? I want an answer now or I call the police," Mz. Nelson said. "Alright I accept. I will do whatever I must to keep my family out of jail," Carol said and broke down in flowing tears. "Very well," she said. "I will get Robert to write up the contract of terms and you will sign it. I strongly suggest that you say no word of this arrangement to anyone especially your Aunt B. If I find out that she gets word of this from you either directly or indirectly you are going to burn in hell. That I can promise you! Now go to your room until I call you back to sign the papers." Ooo Mz. Nelson had a huge smile of satisfaction on her lips as the private jet left the ramp taking Carol back to his family. "Oh how I would love to be a fly on the wall when he gets home," she mused. "I should have had Robert bug their apartment but it's too late for that. I wonder just how long it will take his mother to call me. Probably as soon as she understands that contract Carol signed. Better be getting back as Miss B will certainly be looking for me that blithering old hag. If it weren't for me handling all her businesses she would be destitute and what do I get? Nothing but crumbs but that will all change when I get full control of Carol." Mary and Edward were waiting at the terminal when the plane came to a halt. "I can't wait to see him. It seems like a life time ago that he left to spend the summer with Auntie. I just pray than he hasn't changed much," She said. "Awe Mom don't sweat it. I sure he is alright," Edward replied. As Carol walked into the terminal he saw them off to the side and hurried over to them. He clearly saw the look of total disbelief and shock on their faces. Both his mother and brother were standing not ten feet away with their jaws slack and eyes wide. Seeing their expressions he stopped in his tracks less than five feet away. "Oh my God is that you Carol?" His mother said in shock. "Shit," his brother muttered. Carol stood in place not sure what to do. Then he realized that he didn't look like the scrawny tom boy that had left them. His hair was now down to his shoulders and a golden blonde with platinum highlights. A small pink pill box hat trimmed in a black lace veil was fastened to his hairdo such that the veil just brushed his eye brows. He was wearing a designer pink straight skirt, black semi-transparent silk blouse with ruffled high neck and cuffs and a pink long sleeved bolero cut jacket. Black sheer nylons, pink satin covered three inch stiletto pumps and white cotton gloves completed his attire. Pearl drop ear rings, pearl necklace and bracelet, a feminine dainty watch and black leather purse completed his accessories. The tom boy was now a debutante. In slow motion he watched as his mother rushed up to him, gave him a tight hug and air kiss to his cheek. Real time reality came back to him as his mother had him do a twirl for her. As he twirled she kept saying over and over "I just can't get over just how beautiful you are." Edward just stood off to the side too dazed and shocked to say anything. After another hug and air kiss Mary stood back and just looked at him in amazement. The smallest details including the outline of his black bra and cleavage did not escape her scrutiny as she examined Carol as only another woman can view another woman. To her mind he was a very pretty young woman and that thought scared the day lights out of her. She was about to say something when three porters came over with Carol's luggage. Mary held her tongue until they were headed home. "Carol baby I am so sorry to have done this to you. I just never dreamed that your Aunt would or even could change you so much. I.." She began but was interrupted by Edward. "Yeah Mom Carol is a babe! I mean HOT!" He almost shouted. "Geez I can't believe it's my own brother. Mom I think....." Edward began but was quickly told to shut up by Mary as she noticed the tears forming in Carol's eyes. "That is enough out of you Eddie. I don't want to hear another word until I have had a chance to talk to Carol. Now shut up," Mary told him as Carol took some tissues out of his purse. The rest of the ride home was quite except for the sounds coming from the radio. When they arrived at the apartment Mary told Edward to take the luggage up to her room. She almost said that she didn't think it would be proper for Carol to share a room with him but stopped herself. Carol didn't need anymore reminders of his situation. Edward was smart enough not to say anything. Edward for his part was confused and scared. It was hard for him to believe that the gorgeous chick in the car was his brother. "If someone could change Carol like that what couldn't they do? What was he going to tell his friends? Shit maybe it's just make up and special effects like in the movies and he can change back to my old bro. What if Carol was permanently changed? Damn what was he going to do?" Edward thought as he brought the luggage up to his mother's room. When Edward walked into the kitchen he saw Carol slumped over in a kitchen chair crying with his mother sitting next to him trying to console him. He didn't have a chance to say anything when his mother looked up and told him to go out somewhere that she needed some time alone with his brother. He just shrugged his shoulders and left the apartment. "I think a drink is just what I need. Maybe I'll have several," he thought as he walked out. "Come on Carol let it all out and have a good cry then we can talk. Would you like some tea?" his mother said as Edward walked out of the house. As Carol cried, Mary got up and went over to the stove and began preparing a pot of tea. By the time it was ready Carol seemed to have gotten a grip on his emotions. Drying his eyes with a tissue he looked up at her and tried to smile. Taking the cup he took a sip and was surprised at its taste. "This sure doesn't taste like Ezzy's tea," he said. "Who's Ezzy?" Mary asked. "Oh didn't I tell you? Ezzy is my personal maid. She helps me dress and stuff like that. She's a Latino and really special. I think she really likes me. Some times I think she is the only one who really cares about me. Auntie B is sweet and all that but I don't know for sure just how she really feels about me. I mean we talk and do stuff like shopping or just sitting at the pool but sometimes she acts like....like she's forgotten some of the stuff we just talked about. Like the other day...we went shopping for this outfit for me to come home in and then just yesterday she asked me if I wanted to get a new outfit to wear when I left. She has a heart condition too that I didn't know about. Mz. Nelson told me......oh Momma she knows about me. She knows that I am really a man. I...I slipped up at lunch when my voice broke and said ?a guy shouldn't sound like this.'" Carol started crying again and couldn't continue. "That's alright sweetheart. I am sure you couldn't help yourself. I am really surprised that you did not get discovered a lot sooner especially having a private maid. Ezzy? That's her name right? How did you manage to keep her from finding out?" his mother asked trying to get the subject off Mz. Nelson. Carol looked up at his mother his eyes red and raccooned from the smeared mascara. "At first I thought she would especially when she tried to undress me and then follow me into the bath. I just told her I wanted my privacy and took the necessary underwear into the bathroom. I have these dance panties that Auntie got for me when I took dance and aerobic lessons. I have to wear them all the time cause they keep me.....you know...and they are so tight. Tighter than those panty girdles that's why I wear them instead. Oh Momma I think I might have done something to myself by wearing them. My....my.. bal...testicles are stuck up inside of me....n..n...and I.....I can't get an erection anymore.....n...and I got real breasts too...." Carol said and then began sobbing. "Oh my! Are you sure?" Mary exclaimed as she brought her hand up to her mouth in shock. "What have they done to you Carol? Did they give you any drugs?" Mary was now scared for her son and her family. This was not in her plans. Her eyes told her that his comment about having real breasts was true. She had hoped that what she saw through his blouse were realistic prosthetics. Carol's revelations had her confused and almost in a panic. Should she get him to a doctor immediately or wait until she could examine him herself. What else about his summer had he still to reveal? Carol was crying too hard for her to get any more information so she got up and went to the liquor cabinet. This situation called for more than just tea. The vodka bottle came out and she poured herself a full glass and quickly took a healthy drink before adding orange juice and ice. She poured out a second glass and placed it in front of Carol telling him to take a sip before sitting down beside him. After about two hours and an almost empty vodka bottle Mary had gotten most of the story from Carol. He did not tell her about going out with Hillary but gave her the contract Mz. Nelson had him sign. "That no good bitch! I can't believe you agreed to this Carol. How could you commit to such a thing?" Mary said. "Momma I didn't have a choice. If I didn't agree all of us would be headed to jail right now. I could never live with myself if you went to jail because of me. It was my fault for getting caught and besides its no big deal. All I have to do is stay dressed like a girl and act like one. I don't like it but I couldn't tell her the truth and send all of us to prison. I can live with it for a few more years." "Carol baby," Mary said softly. "You don't understand what you agreed to, do you? Don't you know what a transsexual is? Baby you have agreed to become a real girl. This contract says that over the next two years you will transition from being a male into being a female. What on earth made you tell her that you were a transsexual? You were supposed to tell her that you were a transvestite if you were caught. A transvestite is a male that wants to dress like a woman not become one! Oh my God what have you...no what have I done!" Carol's wail of dismay at his mother's pronouncement could be heard in the hallway of their apartment complex. Edward was the only one around to hear it as the hour was late. Thinking that something terrible had happened he barged into the apartment ready to fight if he had to. Unfortunately in his drunken haste tripped on the entrance throw rug and fell face first to the floor. Now Mary had two problems to deal with. She poured the rest of the vodka into her glass and swallowed it down then went to see after Edward. He was dazed and a little unsteady on his feet but Mary managed to get him into his room and to bed. Going back into the kitchen she helped Carol get up and led him into her bedroom. "Carol its going to be alright. You get undressed and into my bed for tonight. We'll set up the cot tomorrow for you to sleep in. Right now you need rest and so do I. I promise that I will come up with some way to get us out of this but we will have to wait until later," Mary told him. Mary began undressing and as she disrobed watched Carol out of the corner of her eyes. When Carol was down to his panties and bra Mary had a hard time believing what she saw. He had the figure of a young woman nice rounded bottom and hips, narrow waist, and what appeared to be genuine B cup breasts. The front of his pink dance panties was as flat as any woman's. She couldn't stop the fear growing within as she asked him to please remove all his clothing. Mary hoped that what she saw was just prosthetic padding yet knew that it wasn't. Carol did not want to let his mother see him completely nude but was persuaded by Mary. A bright pink blush rose on his cheeks as he removed his bra and then the dance panties. It took all of Mary's efforts to keep an encouraging smile on her lips as she led him under the brighter lights of the bathroom. Tentatively she reached out and cupped his left breast and ran a thumb across his nipple. It became erect and she snatched her hand away. There could be not doubt that the breast was real. She had him turn around and did not have to touch his rounded bottom to know that it was real. When he was facing her again she asked him to spread his legs a bit and she examined his crotch. Carol's face grew much redder as his mother reached out and touched the empty scrotum and ran her fingers over his limp penis. His penis did not even twitch and it looked no bigger than it had been when she had last seen it. He had been twelve years old then and had gotten very sick and she had to bathe him. It was obvious to her that her son had been given strong female hormones to cause his body to change so much. She stood up and looking into his eyes asked him if he had been given any pills or shots while he was staying at his great aunts. "No Momma I didn't take any pills or given any shots while I was there. I think when I did my stretching exercises I felt my ball...er...testicles pop up inside of me and it hurt something awful. They made me wear a tight corset most of the time and of course bras so I guess those shaped my body like this," Carol told her. Mary decided to wait until tomorrow to talk more about his changes and what else happened during his stay. "Look baby it is real late and I think we should be getting to bed. Do you want one of my nighties or do you have your own?" She said. That next morning while Mary and Carol sat at the breakfast table having tea Carol commented about her tea not tasting like Ezzy's. "What? Is hers so much better than mine?" Mary asked. "Oh no nothing like that. It was just different. You know real bitter with a perfumery tartness to it. Once I got use to though I liked it.," Carol replied. "Oh my God that is how you were drugged. Carol don't you understand that those changes to your body are probably permanent and caused by female hormones. Ezzy's tea must have been full of female hormones for your body to change this much," Mary exclaimed. "I don't think so Momma. We both drank out of the same pot. Besides I don't think Ezzy would do something like that to me. She's my friend," Carol said defensively. Mary didn't want to upset him any more than he already was so she said, "Baby I just thought it was a possibility. Why don't you finish up and then go and get dressed. While you are doing that I think I will call Mz. Nelson and give her apiece of my mind." "Momma don't do something stupid. I promise you that if you go to prison I will never be able to live with myself. Please even if I didn't know what I was agreeing to when I signed that contract it was my decision. Don't call her yet. You have to promise me that you won't. I am going up to my room and see if I can make myself look like I use to. Maybe you aught to call a doctor so we can find out if all this is really permanent," Carol pleaded with her. "Alright darling I will call the doctor instead and see if we can't get an appointment today. Now you go and see if any of your old things will fit. Carol don't take this the wrong way but I seriously doubt that any of your old things will fit. You may very well have to go to the doctor as my daughter," Mary said. Needless to say after an hour of trying Carol gave up on the idea of becoming his old self. The lavender nylon panties and matching bra were much softer on his skin than his old boxers and tee shirt. The matching half-slip with its two inches of floral lace hemming softly caressed his smooth legs. The white full skirted sun dress with lavender flowers embroidered around the hem and straps felt much better than his scratchy boy's jeans. Stepping into a pair of white two inch block heeled sling back sandals he automatically grabbed his white purse, slung the strap over his shoulder and headed back to the kitchen where his mother waited to take him to the doctor's office. Ooo Mary took Carol to see Dr. Yvonne Thatcher who was not only her gynecologist but a very good friend who had delivered both her children. After a very thorough and very embarrassing examination they waited for the laboratory work to come back. As they sat waiting in the doctor's office Carol explained everything that had happened during the summer except for Hillary's part. Dr. Thatcher did not interrupt except to ask about the tea especially what was in it. Carol told her that he did not know what was in it but once he saw her grinding up some dried roots and stuff to put into the pot. That it tasted tart with a hint of a lavender perfume and that it was light green in color. Yvonne said that green tea and lavender oil could explain the breast growth as it was shown to cause gynecomastia in men but the other changes could only be caused by high doses of female hormones and testosterone blockers. She embarrassed Carol even more when she asked him if he ever experienced milk or milk like substance oozing from his nipples. "What? You have got to be kidding me doctor. I am a man after all even if I do not currently look like one," Carol replied some what angry. "I am sorry if I upset you Carol but believe it or not severe cases of gynecomastia can result in milk production in men. If you do not believe me then you can look it up in my medical dictionary but it is true. Now has that happened to you?" The doctor asked. "No ma'am," a humbled Carol replied. About that time the nurse came into the office and handed the doctor the lab results. Yvonne scanned the documents then shaking her head looked up at them with a sad expression on her face. "I am sorry to have to tell you this but Carol the tests show that you are impotent and that you have very high levels of estrogen and progesterone in your system. Other trace drugs were found but I am not familiar with them nor is the lab. The lab thinks these other trace drugs are organic in nature but they cannot identify them. The impotence seems to have been caused by damage to your testicles which I guessed when I examined you there. Probably from when you did your stretching exercises that you told me about. Where the female hormones came from I can only surmise was Ezzy's tea since you said you did not take any pills while you were there. Either that or they put the drugs into your food but since you all shared off the same plates I don't think that is how it happened. I need a sample of her tea for analysis to confirm any of this though. Do you think you can get me some?" "I don't know doctor. Ezzy did not give me any to bring home with me. Maybe when I go back I can get some and send it to you. I'd have to make sure that Mz. Nelson doesn't find out though. If she found out that would get me in real trouble," Carol told her. "Carol I take no pleasure in telling you this but I have to be honest with you and your mother. You will never become a real man now. You are impotent and you have the figure of a young woman. With time and male hormone therapy your breasts would shrink to almost normal size and your skin tone and muscle mass would also see positive results. However you will still be impotent and never be the man you could have been. You will have no facial hair, your voice will never change and you will still be on the effeminate side. I am not a lawyer so I cannot advise you as to the legality of this contract that you signed. Perhaps letting this Mz. Nelson follow through with the terms of your contract to transition would be for the best. At least then you would be socially accepted and could lead a normal life. You may not like this suggestion but it is the best that I have to offer. Something you might consider is that when you have met the conditions of this contract you will be the heir to your Great Aunt's estate. Something you might not have considered is that with the inheritance you also inherit the power that goes with it," Yvonne told them. Ooo The rest of Carol's visit home was one of great emotion and upheaval. One day Carol would try to be the masculine image of his old self and the next back to being the feminine. His emotions ran up and down with frequent crying spells followed by anger and those of self loathing. He hated what he had become but every sense told him that he made a pretty girl. The only trouble with that was he did not think of himself as a girl. His mother was a great help when he was in the doldrums but his brother Edward was a royal pain in the ass. At every opportunity Edward reminded Carol of his duty to see to it that he got his chance at Harvard. He even had the audacity to tell Carol that if rape was inevitable then he had better lay back and enjoy it. "Carol you look so hot now that I'm willing to bet that all the guys from school would be chasing your skirts all up and down the neighborhood," he said one evening when their mother wasn't nearby and Carol was in one of his crying jags. "Look Carol I am counting on you to get me through law school and if it means that you gotta suck a cock then so be it. You better do it or I'm gonna kick your butt. I am not going to miss out on this chance to better myself and get the fuck away from all of you. I can see my chances of getting on with a big firm with the crazy family I have. I can just imagine standing before the senior partners introducing my faggot brother and space cadet mother to them. Like that would ever happen. So you do what you have to or else and stop that stupid blubbering." Mary came into the room but only caught the last few words, ?stop that stupid blubbering' and told Eddie to get out of the room and leave his poor brother alone. Carol was crying and hiccupping all at the same time as Mary sat down beside him. "Baby I am so sorry. Eddie can be so selfish at times. You know men they just don't understand," she said without realizing what she had said. Carol started crying harder and bolted up to his mother's bedroom that they shared and slammed the door. It wasn't until several hours later that Mary carefully entered the room to see Carol wearing a pretty light blue baby doll chiffon nightie with matching panties asleep on her cot. "Oh my poor baby I just wish I knew what to do," she whispered into the darkened room. Ooo When the private jet arrived Carol was met by Mz. Nelson and Auntie B. After hugging and air kissing his Aunt he said hello to Mz. Nelson. As the limo took them back to the estate Carol sat in the back with his Aunt and answered her questions about his visit home. He pretended that he had had a great time but with his mother going back to work and his brother going off to college he was glad that she had invited him back to stay. He was greeted with a big hug and kiss on the cheek by Ezzy when he arrived at the estate. With great enthusiasm she asked him to tell her all about his visit home while leading him up to his room. Auntie B just looked on and said, "Oh to be young again." Mz. Nelson replied, "Not very becoming for a servant to behave in that manner. Don't you think?" That evening as Carol came down to dinner wearing a pretty yellow cotton sun dress, white three inch spike heeled pumps and sheer beige hose Aunt B and Mz. Nelson were talking at the table. Seeing Carol they both stopped talking and Auntie B said, "Oh how darling you look my dear." Carol said thank you and sat beside her Aunt and across from Mz. Nelson. He noticed that his aunt looked older and tired. "Auntie B are you feeling well? You look tired," he said with concern. "Oh I am a little weary. It has been a long week for me but I'll be fine after I get my rest child but thank you for asking," she replied. During dinner Auntie B told Carol that she had been talking to Mz. Nelson and that they had discussed her future schooling. It was her idea to enroll Carol into a private girl's school but Mz. Nelson had convinced her that home schooling would be a better alternative. "This way my dear you and I will have more time together. Although I still think that you need to spend more time with others like yourself. I don't think that when I was your age I would have liked to spend all my time with a bunch of old biddies like myself and Mz. Nelson. I would like to know what you think before I make a final decision," she said. Carol wasn't sure how to reply to the question. If he said he wanted to go to the school he would certainly be discovered. If he elected to stay and be home schooled he would be under the constant oversight of Mz. Nelson. He looked first at his Aunt and then at Mz. Nelson. His Aunt's face was all smiles and kindness while Mz. Nelson's looked flat and unemotional. Deciding that he wasn't sure just how to respond he asked, "Oh Auntie B I just don't know right now. Could I have some time to think this over?" "Of course child you can let me know of your decision tomorrow at dinner," his Aunt said. When he glanced over at Mz. Nelson Carol thought he saw a flash of red sparks in her eyes. He doubted that he what he had said pleased her but at least he had some time to think things through. After dinner he excused himself explaining that he was tired from the trip and went up to his room. Ezzy soon joined him with two coups of her magic tea. "Miss Carol I thought that you might like some tea before bedtime," she said as she entered the room. "I hope you don't mind if I join you." "No of course not Ezzy besides I want you to tell me something. What exactly is in this tea? Mother took me to the doctor while I was there and my test results came back somewhat unusual. The doctor wanted to know if I had been taking some kind of drugs while I was here. Do you know anything about that?" "Oh Miss Carol I am so sorry. I did what I thought was best for you. Honestly I did. The tea....well it is something my...my grandmother gave to me when I was little. She is a very wise woman in my village one you would call a Shaman. It is a mix of local herbs and barks that help a woman....how should I say....become more of a woman. It makes their breasts bigger, keeps hair from growing in the wrong places and helps during the monthly moon phases. As you can see I still drink it myself. When you first came here you were so embarrassed by your lack of growth that we....Miss B and I thought that you might...it might help you come out of your shell. If I have done something wrong it was not intentional and I....." Ezzy couldn't finish as she started crying. As Ezzy was talking Carol became angry then seeing how much she cared for him and thought that she was really helping his anger calmed. "Oh Ezzy don't cry. It's alright and your magic tea.... well what's done is done. You can tell your grandmother that her tea really works because I am certainly not flat chested anymore," he said trying his best not to cry as well. They both grabbed the tissue box and pulled out a handful then drying there eyes hugged and gave each other a kiss on the cheek. "At least I know that I have one other friend in this house," he thought as he stood to undress. Ezzy assisted in his undressing and for the first time actual saw him in just his tight dance panties. "Oh my...my Grand Madre's tea did work wonders didn't it," she giggled as she noticed how big his breasts had become. "I will go and draw your bath while you take off your make up," she added as she went to the bathroom. Carol draped a sheer dark forest green nylon negligee with white floral lace hemming over his nude upper body and went over to the vanity. While he was removing his make up he could hear Ezzy humming in the bathroom. Ezzy was happy that Carol did not hate her for what she had done. As the water temperature reached the proper level she thought, "How big she has grown. When I first saw her she was very flat but now she must be close to a C cup. Nice and full breasted with large fat pink nipples that any man or baby would love to suckle. My Grand Madre should be proud of her magic tea." As Carol sat in the bath shaving his legs his mind wandered. "The tea explains a lot of things especially the growth of my breasts and lack of a beard or much body hair. I just wonder what that bitch Mz. Nelson has in mind for me. It is obvious that she doesn't like the idea of me going off to some girl's school but what does she really want? She made me sign that damn contract and said that it was in my Aunt's best interests. Some how I don't think that is why she did it thought. She's after something else but what can it be? She's not doing it just to humiliate and degrade me for what I did. Well maybe that is part of it but she has something else up her sleeve. I wonder what she would do if I said I wanted to go to that girl's school? I bet she would have a hissy fit. Maybe I will just take the chance of being discovered after all.... just to piss her off." In the morning Ezzy helped Carol dress and brushed his hair into a perky pony tail. Carol decided to wear a pair of white pleated flared shorts with cuffs and a pink polo shirt over his white dance panty and white satin soft cup bra with his pink trimmed sneakers. He wore bright pink lipstick, black mascara and a soft pink eye shadow. He was in a very good mood because he had decided on what to tell his Auntie. At breakfast he said, "Auntie B I have been thinking about what you said last night and I have come to a conclusion. I don't want to leave you for an extended time so I want you to find me a school here so that I can come home at night and on weekends. Home schooling would be nice but I do need to be around other young people like myself. So what do you think?" Carol said while glancing at Mz. Nelson and was surprised at her expression. It appeared to be an expression of pleased amusement and he did not expect that. "Carol what a lovely compromise. I shall look into it at once. It will be nice to have some time to spend with you yet be able to see you mature into a young lady," Aunt B said. Carol was somewhat pleased with himself but the expression on Mz. Nelson's face worried him. He had hoped that she would have been rather upset with his decision. At least he did not have to worry about being sent away to some high society girl's school. Later that day he had a whole new set of worries. He was lying out by the pool enjoying what was probably one of the last days when it would be warm enough. Mz. Nelson sent word that she wanted to see him immediately. Putting on his pink cotton terry robe and tying it closed to cover his yellow white poka dot full cut bikini and matching bra he went to see what she wanted. As he entered her office she told him to sit. "Carol since you have decided to go to a local school instead of being home schooled like I wanted I have scheduled you to see a doctor first thing in the morning. You will need a school physical and some...er...other treatments in order for you to attend St. Elizabeth's. St. Elizabeth's is a fairly reputable Catholic girl's school and I know the headmistress somewhat. Of course your old school records will have to be changed to reflect your decision to become a woman and I have already seen to that. You will start your new school beginning next Monday. Do you have any questions?" "A Catholic Girl's school? You have to be kidding Mz. Nelson. Isn't there a regular public school I can go to?" Carol replied somewhat shocked. "A Catholic Girl's school is what you will attend and for your information you will be taking physical education with the rest of the girls. Your Aunt was very happy to hear that I was able to get you registered there. Now you may go. I have work to do." "Mz. Nelson I can't take PE at a girl's school. They will know that I am not a girl as soon as we hit the showers," Carol said in shock. "Oh but you will and you can! After we see the doctor you should have no problems passing as a proper young lady," she practically sneered at him. "After all this is what you wanted isn't it? I mean you did tell me that you were a transsexual and I am only doing what I think is best for you to achieve your inner most desires. You do want to be a woman don't you or have you changed your mind?" "He's not going to cut my dick off is he?" Carol said in almost a whisper. He was now very scared. "Watch you language young lady. No! Such surgery takes months to heal and is too extensive to perform in a doctor's office. That will come later as per our agreement. You will be fitted with a prosthetic device. Now unless you have something important to add get out of my office," Mz. Nelson demanded. Ooo Early that next morning Carol was sitting in the reception room dressed in a light weight cotton sun dress in pale violet with white floral boarder, sheer stockings, and white strappy sandals with a three inch heel. A white leather hobo bag was sitting on his lap as he examined the sign posted over the entrance. Printed on the sign in brass letters were "Doctor Irene Ignatius M.D., Ph.D., and OB/GYN" and under that "Specializing in Feminine Genitalia Disorders." He wondered what her specialty really was. He soon found out as he was sitting dressed in only a paper hospital gown and being examined from head to foot by the doctor. She spent quite a bit of time examining and measuring his groin. About an hour later she had completed her psychical examination and checked his blood work. "Mz. Nelson everything seems to be just fine and his...er...I mean her hormone levels while a bit high for her age are within normal limits. I would assess her physical developmental levels normal for her age as well with that one exception. I understand that Carol desires to go to St. Elizabeth's and will be taking physical education so we will have to deal with this little bit of extraneous tissue. I don't believe surgery at this time to be prudent especially since you have no psychological work ups or evaluations. You must attend to that requirement as soon as possible. I can recommend several doctors that can perform those services for you. I can resolve Carol's problem on a temporary basis with a prosthetic device that should provide her with confidence and believability. Nurse James, please bring me a Number 7 in color tones 5 through 8 please," the doctor said speaking to Mz. Nelson without so much as looking at Carol. "Doctor Ignatius I am pleased that you can help Miss Beatrice's niece with her little problem. She is so looking forward to attending St. Elizabeth's and blending into the school's population. I cannot tell you the times I have heard her cry herself to sleep because she could not be the woman she yearns to be. We will be most happy to consult with the proper doctors so that she can eventually have the necessary surgery to make her complete. Anything you could do in the interim would be appreciated. Won't it Carol?" Mz. Nelson said. Carol had a hard time keeping a straight face and holding his temper when Mz. Nelson told the doctor all that crap. Swallowing his real desire to tell them all to go to hell he nodded his head and whispered, "Yes doctor." Nurse James returned carrying several boxes which she placed on a metal stand near the doctor. Dr. Ignatius opened the first box and removed a strange looking plastic like bundle. She unfolded it and laid it on his groin and quickly removed it and replaced it with another. On the third try she smiled and held it up so that Carol and Mz. Nelson could have a clear look at it. "This is the latest in silicon prosthetics. As you can see it is a perfect replica of the female vagina. It is a functional and practical device to simulate a real vagina in both appearance and function. It can even simulate menses and provides for penetration should she become sexually active. This is the absolute latest technological advancement and can be worn for up to six months before it has to be removed and the underlying skin cleansed. This one is a good match to her natural skin tone and I can attach it using surgical glue which should hold for six months. Would you like to hold and examine it?" The doctor told them. Neither of them wanted to touch it and Carol was not all that willing to have it attached to him. With out further delay the doctor had Carol lay down on the table and placed his legs back into the stirrups with his butt hanging slightly over the edge. His groin was carefully cleaned and his pubic hairs removed before his groin was coated in a cool feeling liquid. Carol felt the doctor feed his limp penis into the silicon sleeve and then the pressure as she secured the prosthetic. He felt her as she smoothed the silicon on his groin and butt making sure that it sealed tightly to his own skin. When she finished his feet were freed from the stirrups and helped to stand before a mirror. Reflected back was the groin of a woman. It had a plump frontal mound and outer lips with just a landing strip of trimmed pubic hair. As he stood there with his mouth slightly agape the doctor reached down and spread the lips to reveal the very realistic looking inner lips and vaginal canal. He jumped back startled as she fed two fingers into his vagina. "As you can see it would take a doctor to discover Carol's secret. I doubt that any man would be able to tell the difference especially if he was sexually stimulated. Now this," she said holding up a packet much like a ketchup packet you get at the local burger joint, "is artificial blood that can be inserted inside her vagina and as it heats up will drip just like a real menses. Of course Carol will have to use a pad or tampon when she does this. As long as Carol keeps his new vagina lubricated and washed with soap and water there should be no problems. Just bring her back here in six months and we will clean her up and reattach it. Do you have any questions? If not I have other patients and Nurse James will get you taken care of. Goodbye." They left the office with a supply of artificial blood and instruction book on the care of his artificial vagina. Carol was almost in tears but Mz. Nelson was extremely happy with the way things had gone that morning. "Carol now that you have all the right equipment I expect you to be nicer to Hillary. I took the liberty to tell him to call on you this Friday night. I hope you don't mind dear," she told him as if she were discussing the weather. They stopped at a specialty store where Carol was fitted with his new school uniforms. A black and forest green tartan pleated skirt with pink highlights, white blouses in both cotton and polyester, A forest green long sleeved bolero styled jacket with school crest over the left breast, knee high stockings with black and forest green ribbon garters and several pairs of black heeled pumps and flats. Several gym kits were also purchased. The kit consisted of a green leotard with capped sleeves, a very short nylon skirt in black with built in forest green satin shorts and black ballet shoes. They also picked up a black backpack with bright pink edging and a pink unicorn embroidered on the back. The heavily starched cotton blouses were long sleeved and had a pointed collar and were for every day use. The polyester blouses were semi- transparent long sleeved with lacy cuffs and had a very lacy ruffled jabot tucked under the soft rounded collar. These blouses were for special functions such as when they visited the old folk's home or other public service destinations. Ooo Carol was dreading Friday night. While Mz. Nelson did not actually tell him to go all the way she hinted that a real woman would probably do it. "Besides with that artificial vagina you have, it won't be like he is really penetrating you. Now will it?' she had told him. He was not sure whether or not she was just testing him or actually challenging him. In any case he was stuck and had to follow through with his transsexual illusion. As he was getting himself ready for his date Carol reflected on some of the changes being a girl meant. For example, shaving his legs and armpits was a wearisome task. Unless you have tried shaving your own legs you cannot imagine how hard it is to remove from behind the knee. If not extremely careful it is very easy to knick yourself and the knick is amplified when you put on hose. The worst part of being a girl was going to the bathroom. A girl just didn't jump up and go to the urinal like a man. She had to go before she really felt the need. Usually there was a long line of women waiting their turn to a limited number of stalls. Once in the stall she had to pull down her pantyhose and panties then hold up her skirt and slip so that they did not drape into the commode. Things were complicated if there was no where to hang her purse or if she were wearing a tight