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Summer Project by Holly Part 1 of 3 He just stared at the paper in front of him. Eric Jeffreys had his job back. Almost three months after receiving a layoff notice, he had been recalled to work. "Shoot," he growled to the two others at the table. His wife and sister-in-law searched his face for clues. "Don't worry, dear..." his wife said in a soothing voice and patting his finely manicured hand, "everything will work out." "I kind of like the way things HAVE worked out, Dianne," he replied forlornly. His sister-in-law Chris chimed in. "Isn't this good news? Now you can get your life back to normal." Chris was right about his life being anything but normal. He thought back to that day when he came home after the layoff. The scene was much the same as this one, his wife and sister-in-law were consoling him about his layoff earlier that morning. The morning light fell on the kitchen table, empty coffee cups in front of him and his wife, and a half empty glass of juice in front of Chris. -------------------- "This happens, Eric." his wife said, "It's not like they shut down the plant. Car sales are off right now. They'll call you back when things pick up." Diane was right, but he had never had an indefinite layoff before. The Union was going nuts trying to get the company to honor insurance, vacation, and other benefits through the layoff. They argued, and the State of California agreed, that there was an ongoing relationship with the employer and this was not a plant closure. He always had a steady paycheck, health insurance and a future. His job wasn't much, take parts out of the machine, check them for defects, and then put them on the conveyor belt. He never knew where they went >from there, but always assumed they wound up in a car, but he never thought about where. The pay was commensurate with the job, though the work was a bit monotonous. "I'll just keep my job at the law-firm for a little bit later." Dianne said in a reassuring tone. Eric glanced at Chris, her face remained poised. "But you were going to go back to Denver with Chris and help her at the shop," Eric moaned, "We can't just tell April not to go on maternity leave. This just sucks." "I'll be able to manage," Chris said, "you guys need to worry about yourselves right now." "We'll be OK Chris. Since I am subject to recall to my job, I don't even need to start a job search right away. I get 26 weeks of unemployment -- if Dianne keeps working it will bring in enough to keep the apartment and the car." "When does April go out on leave, Chris?" Dianne said, hoping to change the topic. "I think she is due in about 3 weeks." "Is it going to be a problem to find someone to help?" Eric inquired. "The position is more clerical than anything. Making appointments, keeping track of orders and supplies, checking the forms and garments when they come in, and calling the customers. Of course, there are all of the insurance forms. I can do all of the fittings and work with the patients. I just need someone for a short time while April is out. She is just wonderful and I don't want to loose her." "Is it something that I could help with?" Eric joked, although he secretly wished she would consider it. "Do you REALLY think you would like to work at a store that sells breast forms and mastectomy bras, Eric?" Dianne challenged, probably a bit too forcefully, "Something tells me you wouldn't fit in too well." "Now, Dianne..." Chris interrupted, "He's just trying to help. Thank you, Eric. Somehow this will all get worked out." "Maybe Rachael could help." Eric offered. The mention of the name caused his wife to stiffen. "Yeah, RIGHT." Dianne countered, dismissing the notion. "Rachel does know all about breast forms, wigs, bras and a lot of other stuff," Eric smirked. "And Rachel certainly could help with some of my special-needs customers," Chris added, laughing while Dianne continued to fume. Eric grabbed the empty cups and stood. "Would you like some more coffee, hun?" Dianne nodded and Eric headed for the kitchen. As he walked, he thought about Rachel -- his other self. Ever since he was small, Eric was interested in feminine clothes and underwear. From his earliest recollections his mother's stockings and undergarments fascinated him. He would secretly wear his mother's things and would feel comforted by the softness of the feminine clothing. He couldn't understand the desire and he was always careful to not get caught. Anytime he would broach the subject with his mother about how her clothing was different from his, he would receive a brusque reply, "You're a boy." He was never able to understand the compulsion. He would pour through the mail-order catalogs and look at the lingerie and hosiery whenever he could manage. Through all of his teen years he would watch his female classmates with wonder. Their skin always looked so smooth, their clothes so feminine and they smelled so good -- he would just stare. The girls viewed him as a nerd and ignored him. His skin was blotchy >from acne, his hair was a grungy blond and unruly. Added to that was the fact that he was short and skinny, nothing like the hunky football-player type that the girls sought after. After high school and 2 years at an auto-mechanics school, he had met Dianne. She was kind to the skinny kid and he fell for her hard. They met on a double date with her and her sister Chris. The two couldn't be more different. While Dianne was fun-loving and bold, Chris was reserved and sensitive. Both of the sisters were pretty, yet dressed quite plainly. They wore their hair pulled back and didn't use a lot of make-up. Dianne's legs enchanted Eric, especially when she wore a skirt and hose. Much of the time she would stick to pants or jeans, so Eric was forced to invent occasions for them to get dressed up and go out. They went to a lot of concerts, movies and get-togethers with friends. He rinsed out both the cups beneath the kitchen tap, shook them dry and added a bit of half and half to each. He re-filled the cups with steaming brew and added a blue packet of sweetener to Dianne's drink. He noticed that there was no tell-tale lipstick mark on Dianne's cup. He sighed and thought about when he started to add makeup to his cross-dressing activities. He loved seeing the red mark that he left on the cup when he was all dressed up and wearing makeup. Although it didn't happen very often, he is now able to be more open with his dressing. It had taken several years after he married Dianne before he trusted her with his darkest secret. Of course, he was really nervous and he botched it badly. There had been so many close calls that he figured that it would be better if he chose the time rather than getting caught and have to explain. They had came home from a wedding, were both dressed up, he in a suit, and Dianne in a dress and low-heel pumps. He removed his coat, she kicked off her shoes, and they settled on the couch together. She put his feet on his lap and he began to rub them through her pantyhose. As he trailed his finger over her soft leg, he tried to tell her about his obsession. All he ended up doing was blathering and spouting nonsense, causing Dianne an increasing level of anxiety. When he finally got around to telling her the story, that he was a man that liked to wear women's clothes, she was relieved and puzzled at the same time. "Oh, is THAT all," she blurted out, "I thought you were having an affair or something." Rachel was out of the closet, but Eric still had a long way to go. "Thanks, honey." Dianne cooed as Eric put the steaming drink in front of her. "Would you like anything, Chris." She swirled her half- full glass and said she was fine for right now. "I really need to go downtown and sign up for unemployment..." Eric announced with a sigh. "There will probably be a line." -------------------- The door slammed as Eric left the house and stepped into the early summer morning. The conversation had lulled between the sisters when Chris said, "What about Rachel helping out at the shop?" "Rachel, you mean Eric." Dianne responded, puzzling over the words. "Dianne, how many years have you known about Eric and his cross- dressing." Chris asked. "Oh, a year or so." Was the weak reply. "It's been almost four years now. He goes to monthly support group meetings, he has seen a councilor and I think you have even gone with him a couple of times." "Wow, has it been that long?" Dianne mused. "Look, he is a good man, he treats you like a goddess. I just wish I could find someone half as good as he is." "It's no picnic, you know." "OK, what's the problem -- does he put runs in your pantyhose?" "He has his own, WAY too many pairs if you ask me." A puzzled look crossed Chris's face. "What do you think of Rachel?" "I think it's weird." The reply came much too quickly. "Does it bother you?" "What is this, Dr. Chris? Do I have to lie back and tell you about my childhood now? Eric has the problem, not me!" "Obviously the answer is yes. Does he dress up around the house?" Dianne's voice softened. "Oh, sometimes. He actually looks pretty good, but I can never get past the fact that it is Eric in a dress." "I've never seen Eric as Rachel, but I think with his features that he could look pretty nice. Do you ever go out together?" "Only with the support group. It can be a lot of fun. All of the girls are wonderful to me." "So, what about Rachel helping me at the shop?" Chris asked again, "there is going to be some time before the recall." "I am really struggling with that, you keep talking about Rachel helping at the shop, do you mean Eric?" "No, I mean Rachel." Chris responded sharply. "I don't see how that is going to work." "OK, here is how I'm thinking we could make it work." -------------------- About noon Eric returned from battling the beast at the Department of Labor. He walked through the door and greeted the sisters sitting in the living room. "Hi, Eric. How'd it go?" Dianne asked. "All signed up. I just have to phone in once a week and type some numbers into the telephone. No big deal. Just have to wait to be recalled to my job." "Chris and I were talking, do you really think you would want to go to Denver to help her." A look of concern covered Eric's face as he settled into a nearby chair, "Ah... I don't know." "What Dianne was asking is if Rachel would be willing." Chris added. The concerned look was replaced with shock, "That would be... interesting. Are you guys really serious?" "It would only be temporary," Dianne continued, "just until you get your recall." "Oh, and it would have to be Rachel." Chris said in an ominous tone, "Eric would have to stay here. I couldn't have a man staying in my apartment or the neighbors would talk." Dianne giggled at the thought, then continued, "Chris has convinced me that it would be OK with her, and if you were to stay here in L.A. you would just want to spend all of your time dressed up anyway. You might as well be doing something productive." Eric was dumbstruck, as Chris continued, "what I am planning, is to stay here for the rest of the week and Dianne and I will help Rachel get a wardrobe together and get her ready to go to Denver. Rachel and April will work together until she is ready to go on leave, and then Rachel will take over." "Would that be OK, honey?" Dianne asked. "Damn..." Eric said, as broad smile crossed his face, "I... I mean... Rachel would love it!" Seizing the reins, Chris announced, "Let's go see what Rachel has to wear, and then we can go shopping." -------------------- The sisters watched as Eric pulled his stash from various places in the house. "I never realized that you had all of this stuff." Dianne said. As Eric's face turned red, Chris said, "from what I see here, Rachael has yet to develop any kind of a style. We need to work on this. What about cosmetics?" Eric flushed again as he gathered several bottles, tubes and containers and put them on the dresser. "Most of this stuff is dried up." Dianne observed as she went through the pile. "I can never bring myself to throw anything out." "Won't bother me," Dianne said as several items went into a nearby trash container. "I think we are going to need something of an extreme make-over here," Chris observed. "OK, Eric, go and take a shower, shave really close and use a lot of moisturizer." Dianne instructed. "Shave my face?" "No, silly, shave everything." Chris added. "There is some four-minute hair remover in the cabinet, try that on your legs and chest. It will probably take a little longer for your thicker hair, probably 10 minutes or so." Dianne said, "Just trim the hair on your arms. It is pretty light, but we may need to bleach it." "And use a lot of conditioner after you wash your hair," Chris added, "we'll try to style it a little bit." On his way to the bathroom, Chris asked, "does Rachel have any shoes?" He detoured to the closet and brought out four shoe boxes, size 11 wide. "Tough size to find." Chris said, going through the boxes. "These are all heels, don't you have any flats?" "Nope," Eric replied weakly. "Something to add to the list," Dianne said, "don't you have a shower to take?" -------------------- Eric watched the timer count down as he stood in the bathtub covered with a foul-smelling pink liquid. He had experimented with hair remover before and Dianne was right -- it would require about 10 minutes to work. He couldn't believe what was happening -- it was like a dream. Finally, he was going to be able to experience the Rachel side of his personality completely. It even seemed like the sisters were enjoying the challenge. He committed to himself, from now on he would be Rachel first and Eric second, rather than the other way around. He would be her. The door opened, "Here's something for you to put on when you are finished with your shower." Dianne said, slipping some silky clothing through the opening in the door, "do you need any help?" "Six minutes left for the goo." "Let's see your back," Dianne said, moving into the small room, "Yuck, that stuff smells awful." She clicked on the exhaust fan. Dianne continued, "give me the razor and the baby oil. I'm going to shave some of this hair off your back." She mixed the baby oil with some water and made a very slippery mixture that she smoothed on Rachel's back. As the razor glided across her back and buttocks, Rachel felt exhilarated. Dianne hummed lightly and then announced the completion of her work. "That's much better honey, how's everything else?" As the timer approached the eight-minute mark, they tested a small part of Rachel's chest. "A little more time, I think." Dianne announced, then left the room. Rachel was in a state of bliss even though the hair remover hurt like hell." -------------------- After what seemed like a marathon shower, Rachel emerged clean, hairless and sweet smelling. She wore the silky blue briefs and matching bra that Dianne had left. There was also left a darker blue camisole that Rachel slipped on over the top. The skin on her chest and legs was pink and tender, the result of the strong chemicals, but she was perfectly smooth. Entering the bedroom she was taken aback. There were several boxes of clothes, Eric's clothes, next to the dresser. The drawers of the dresser were open and all of clothes that used to be there had been replaced with Rachel's things. "What's that?" Dianne said, gesturing to the lump in Rachel's panties. "It doesn't look very lady-like." "I could tuck it up, but I don't have any wide tape. Besides, that makes bathroom trips a real hassle." Rachel said. "Bathroom trips being a hassle is just part of being a lady." Chris stated flatly. "We'll stop at the medical supply and get you some tape when we go out. In the mean time..." her voice trailed off as she presented Rachel with a pair of control-top pantyhose. "I have a pair of control briefs..." Dianne offered as she dug through her drawer, "try these." Rachel settled on the bed to pull on the briefs and the pantyhose as Dianne and Chris sealed up the boxes. Dianne marked them "Eric's Clothes" and proceeded to take them one-by-one out of the bedroom and down the stairs. A quick scan of the room confirmed that all of Eric's clothes were headed for the basement. This was now Dianne and Rachel's bedroom. -------------------- Rachel felt the center of attention as the other two ladies surrounded her. They had all moved to the kitchen and Rachel sat in the middle of the room on a straight-backed chair. Arrayed on the table was an assortment of items. Rachel spotted a hair trimmer and some scissors, set of hot-rollers, manicure items, nail polish, and an assortment of cosmetics. Chris started brushing Rachel's long blond hair. "You have great hair, hun, we'll give it a little snip here and there and you will look super." Rachel tried to relax while Chris trimmed and then filled her remaining hair with the hot-rollers. "Dianne..." Chris inquired, "do you have any hot-wax. I'd like to do something with these eyebrows." "Yes, it's the kind you warm up in the microwave. I haven't used it for quite a while." "That will work great. I'll get started with the tweezers." After a while, Rachel had her hair styled, brows shaped, finger and toe nails filed and polished. Chris handed Rachel a hand mirror and she got her first glimpse of her new self. Her hair was a mass of waves with perfectly straight bangs. The brows were thinned out and had a high arch. A look of amazement moved across Rachel's face. "Now for a little makeup. We'll both help you by showing you some girl tricks, but soon you are going to have to do this all for yourself. -------------------- "Here, try this one on." Chris offered, holding up a multi-colored dress. Rachel slipped the dress on effortlessly. "Great fit." Dianne said as she reappeared in the room. She had left a while before saying that she had some phone calls to make. "We really need to do something about those forms," Chris said, "they're terrible. Where did you get them?" "From a store on the Internet." Rachel replied sheepishly. "First thing to do when we get back to Denver. We'll get you a good set of silicone forms, and maybe also some foam ones for sleeping." "Ah, the benefits of knowing someone in the business, thank you." "Some jewelry and a bit of perfume and I think we will be ready to go," Dianne continued. "Go?" "I've got you an appointment for a color and perm. The curl in your hair is only temporary. Get it wet and it will be straight as a board -- You really need a permanent. At the same time, we'll have a little color added that will give your hair a bit more depth." Rachel looked worriedly at Chris. "It'll be fine, Rachel, I promise." "How about these?" Dianne asked, holding up a pair of earrings and a matching necklace. "Those will look great!" Chris responded, adding the finery to their creation. "Have a look." Chris said, spinning Rachel around toward the full- length mirror. A sharp intake of breath preceded Rachel reply. "That amazing." The hair, the makeup, the dress, everything was pure femininity. Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes as she hugged Dianne and Chris. Dianne cautioned, "You are going to mess up your makeup and we'll have to start all over." -------------------- After a short delay to allow Chris and Dianne to change and fix their own makeup, they all started off for the salon. "We'll take my rental car," Chris offered, "It has a bigger trunk." "You're not going to make me ride in the trunk, are you?" Rachel gasped. "No, silly, there will be more room for packages if we have time to go shopping." "How long is this thing at the salon going to take?" Rachel inquired. "Depends what we signed up for... Dianne?" "You get a cut, color and perm plus artificial nails." Dianne replied. "We'll also probably have to do some makeup repair after all of that. Afterwards, you are going to look divine." Chris said. "Is there going to be any problem with my... special circumstance?" Rachel asked, hesitantly. "Not at all. I spoke to your stylist and she thinks it will be great." -------------------- The ladies pulled up in front of the shop and entered together. A beaming smile from the receptionist made Rachel right at home. "Hi, I'm Dianne, I called earlier, and this is Rachel?" "Hi, Rachael. You can go back and put on a smock and Cindy will be right with you." A look of panic crossed Rachel's face. "Don't worry, honey, I'll walk back with you," Chris whispered, much to Rachel's relief. As they walked, Chris instructed her, "just go into the changing room, take off your dress and hang it on one of the hangers. Then put on one of the smocks and button up the snaps. That way you won't get any of the solution on your pretty clothes. I'll be standing here when you come out to make sure you are all covered." As Rachel entered the changing room, Chris lowered the zipper on the dress and whispered words of encouragement. When Rachel came out of the changing room, a pleasant looking young lady approached. "Hi, Rachel, I'm Cindy and I'll be working with you today." Chris announced, "I think Dianne and I we will go out and run a couple of errands while you make Rachel all beautiful. Is that OK, Rachel." Rachel looked unnerved, but managed to squeak out a feminine sounding 'OK'. "Did Dianne get it all set up what we are going to do today?" "I have the list. She is going to look great by the time we are done." "We'll pop back in a bit to see how you girls are doing," Chris said turning and heading to the reception area. "Well, Rachel, let's get you over to one of the shampoo bowls and get started." -------------------- Steaming cups of coffee sat in front of the sisters. "This is a nice place," Chris observed. "It's my first time here, I usually go to the coffee shop over by the mall but this one looked quieter." Dianne replied, peering around at the comfortable surroundings. "What do you think of our little summer project?" Chris quizzed with a slight smirk. "I'm really not quite sure, I've got a couple of concerns." "Rachel is having a great time." "How can you tell, he's... I mean she's been really quiet." "I don't think she wants to hear herself talk sounding like a guy. We need to help her with a more feminine voice." "Chris, I'm struggling with something here... I mean I really don't know what would happen if there would be, Oh, some kind of emergency." "Dianne, in event of an emergency, you would dial 9-1-1. I don't know what you mean." "I mean, if he... Eric... Rachel needed to, well, like turn back into a man." "We haven't cut off anything that won't grow back! You can take care of most of what Eric needs to do. This is the age of the Internet, you don't have to do anything in person anymore." "But what happens... like tonight, where is Rachel going to sleep." Dianne whispered. "I assume she will sleep the same place as usual. I'm in the guest bedroom. At least you HAVE a spare bedroom unlike the dinky apartment that I have in Denver." "That's what I mean, we'll be sleeping together. Chris, I don't want to do a lesbian thing." "Dianne, just because two ladies sleep together doesn't mean they're lesbians. We sleep together when you are in Denver." "Well, I just know that, well, I'm afraid things are going to get stiff this evening and..." "Wow, how long has it been!" Chris chuckled. "Only since last Saturday, but... You know..." Dianne blushed, "I'm getting really embarrassed by this conversation." "Look, sis. It will be OK. Just imagine that it is any other woman in bed beside you. Not a lover, not a husband, just a woman that needs a place to sleep. That reminds me, we need to go by the medical supply and we should also go to the mall. I don't imagine that Rachel has a nightgown and slippers, does she?" -------------------- "Hi, ladies," Cindy greeted the sisters as they came into the shop, "Rachel is still under the dryer. It shouldn't be long now." "Great, how did everything go?" Dianne asked, tentatively. "Super. Rachel has great hair to work with. The color came out fantastic and the perm took really well. She will be a real beauty by the time we're done." "What nail color did you go with?" Chris asked. "We settled on a garnet, Rachel was a little apprehensive about a bright red but wanted something distinctive. They came out great." "How long did you make them?" Dianne asked. "A little longer than career length. We agreed that they should be striking but I didn't want to turn her into some kind of nail- cripple." "Did she enjoy herself?" Chris teased. "Hard to say, she is really shy but seemed to lighten up more as we went along. Oh, I went ahead and did a little make-up repair because when we shampooed we smudged some things. I don't know if you would be interested, but one of my friends works out at the Clique cosmetics counter at the mall. She would be more than willing to work with Rachel on her cosmetics and skin care. She's brilliant!" "That's a great idea!" Chris said. "Wait here, I'll get her card." -------------------- Cindy brought Rachel to meet the girls in the waiting area. Rachel looked radiant. "You look great!" Chris and Dianne announced in unison. "Thanks, I think Cindy did a great job," Rachel said, giving her a big hug, "thanks SO much." "You're quite welcome, Rachel. You'll need to come back in a couple of weeks for a fill on the nails." Cindy explained. "Ahhh, I think I'll be in Denver -- is that going to be a problem?" Rachel asked, worriedly. "Not at all, just go into any nail place and they'll be able to help you. Just be sure to stop back when you get back in town." "I will certainly do that." "I've settled up the bill, Rachel, are you ready to go?" Chris asked. "Sure, I'm all ready." "You sure are," Dianne joked as the headed for the door, "where to?" "I'm starved." Rachel said. "Let's go somewhere nice for dinner." Chris said. "Do you have any ideas, Dianne? "I know just the place." -------------------- After what seemed like a marathon day, Rachel dropped on the sofa. "That didn't look very lady-like." Dianne warned. A concerned look traced across Rachel's face. "I'm sorry." "We're going to have to work on your posture, here his how a lady would sit," Chris tutored, gently settling onto an over-stuffed chair, "try that." Rachel rose, and then tried to duplicate Chris's movements. After several attempts, all three burst out in laughter. "There, that was much better," Dianne chuckled. "That was a great place to eat, Dianne, thanks for choosing such a nice restaurant," Chris remarked. "That is one of the places that Rachael and I go to when we go with the rest of the girls on meeting weekends. They always treat us great and they have a wonderful menu." "How often do the two of you get a chance to go out?" "The meetings are monthly," Dianne said, "but I only get a chance to go every once in a while. Did you see that one guy eying us in the restaurant, Rachel?" Dianne teased. Rachel turned red and mumbled that she hadn't noticed. "You're right, Dianne," Chris added, "he couldn't keep his eyes off of Rachel." Rachel squirmed in her seat, "You guys are crazy. Chris..." Rachel started hesitantly, "I want you to know that I really appreciate you taking care of the bill at the salon, but I'm concerned with how much this is costing." "Well, Rachel, think of as kind of a 'thank you' for when you start helping me at the shop. Remember that if I give you a salary you'll have to report it to the unemployment people. This way I can help out and it won't impact the unemployment check." "Thanks, but I'm worried about how much I have been spending as Rachel... seeing as I am unemployed and all." "Don't be. You need another wardrobe to start your temporary job. That's all." Rachel rose, gracefully moved across the room and hugged Chris tenderly. "You are such a gem." -------------------- Chris looked up at the clock, "It's almost 10, Rachel -- you must be getting tired. You've had a big day." Rachel stifled a yawn and rose. "Just a minute, honey, we have a couple of things for you." With that, Chris brought out a beautiful maroon colored bag. "Here, what do you think?" Rachel opened the bag and brought out a lavender baby-doll nightgown with matching panties. "Oh, it's BEAUTIFUL," she said, smiling broadly. Chris also held out a smaller bag with a medical supply logo. Rachel looked through the bag and found several of rolls of flesh-colored medical tape, and a number of small plastic bags. She looked at one of the bags carefully and read the words 'Self-Adhesive External Catheter.' Chris explained, "That is a condom catheter, it will help you with your tuck." Rachel looked at her with a puzzled expression, and then to looked to Dianne. Chris continued, "A condom catheter is a lot like a condom with a small tube on the business end. If you put that on before you tape, it will make bathroom trips much less messy. Here, come into the bathroom and I'll show you how you use it." Rachel glared at her with a startled expression and didn't budge. "Come on, silly, I'm a nurse, I've seen it all before. I'll show you how to get a nice feminine shape so that you don't have to struggle with the control-tops. Maybe you'll be able to wear a garter-belt and stockings tomorrow." Rachel accompanied Chris to the bathroom and Chris demonstrated how to get the condom catheter fitted to Rachel's 'clitty.' After Rachael pulled everything downward and stretched the loose skin across, several strips of tape were used to secure the top. "You've done this before, haven't you?" Chris queried. "Yes," Rachel responded, "but I never knew about the catheter thing. That's going to be much better, and this tape is great!" "It's always good to have a nurse in the household." Chris joked. "OK, now you are ready to push everything up and finish with the long strips of tape." Rachel inhaled and an intense look came across her face as she pushed everything up into her body. Chris tore off several strips of the wide tape and handed them to Rachel. In just a moment, the job was complete. "Wow, that looks great." Chris complemented. Rachel turned to the side and looked at the smoothness of her lower abdomen. "Just like a girl." Rachel announced. "Hmmm... Not quite," Chris murmured, exiting the room. She came back shortly while Rachel still stared into the mirror. "Turn this way," Chris directed. She took a black marker and drew two long lines about a quarter of an inch apart down the front of the tape. The lines started about midway down the tape and ending well between Rachel's legs. She drew a semi-circle between the lines on the top, and then drew another line between the others. "There, I've given you a pussy all your own." Rachel turned again to look at the mirror and smiled. Chris handed her a silky lavender garment. "Quit staring at yourself and put on your new panties. -------------------- Chris instructed Rachel on how to take off her makeup, wash her face and apply moisturizer then left her to the task. She moved back to the living room to join Dianne. "I think we've taken care of the concern that you had regarding stiffness. The way we tucked everything up, THAT won't be any kind of problem." Dianne gave her sister a puzzled look. "You mean she can keep things tucked up all night." "Oh, she can go several days like that without any problems, well one problem, fertility. The little swimmers are likely to get a little too warm. It is only a temporary issue." "He... I mean she had a vasectomy anyway, so it's not that much of a concern. After I lost my second baby they suggested that I not get pregnant again." "Have you noticed, she has got much less loud and brash and a lot more introspective? Kind of sweet. It's a great improvement." Chris noted. Usually Eric would have spent the whole evening watching TV and I would have been reading in the bedroom. Tonight as Rachael we were all able to just sit, talk and relax. It was great -- wish we would have thought of this before." "Well, I'm going to turn in, I think tomorrow is going to be another busy day." Chris headed off toward the guest bath for her nightly ritual and passed Rachel in the hallway. She stopped and gave Rachel a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks again for all you've done, Chris. I don't know how I am going to repay you." "Just wait until next week." -------------------- Rachael was dressed in the lavender Babydoll and in bed when Dianne came into the mostly darkened room. She undressed, slipped on a plain cotton sleep-shirt and turned off the remaining lamp. She dropped to the bed and then slipped under the covers. "Dianne, thanks for all you did today, it was great." "You're quite welcome. Just to let you know, you looked lovely today." Rachael's voice cracked, "I felt so whole, so complete, so..." "Are you comfortable with everything? We did a lot of stuff today." "It was very intense, but it was magical. A dream come true. I just hope that I will be able to help Chris as much as I want to." "Did you know that Chris was one of the first people that I talked to when I found out about Rachael? I was really confused, actually I went through almost every emotion imaginable. She helped me get it all sorted out." "I guess I never knew that. I assumed that you'd talked because she knew about Rachel." "She is always saying how great that you are. She appreciates you humor and sensitivity. I know that she REALLY likes Rachel." "Does she know any other people like me?" "Oh, yes. Some of the 'ladies' come in to the shop for breast forms. She says that they are always nice and are very courteous and respectful. She was able to tell me all about heterosexual cross- dressing when Rachel first came out. I was very scared, and she was able to convince me that everything was going to be OK." "Why were you afraid?" "I didn't want to loose you." Dianne said with a sniff. "I had just trusted you with a secret that no one else in the world knew. You are the most important thing in the world to me. I would never leave you." "That's what Chris told me. That helped a lot." Rachel gave Dianne a hug and felt her tense up. "Are we OK now?" Rachel asked. "I'm just back to being a little confused. It is going to take me a bit to sort things out." "I understand, I really do." Rachel said in a soothing voice. She reached over gave Dianne a light kiss on the forehead and wished her a good night. She then retreated to the other side of the bed and settled in for a much-needed rest. -------------------- Morning found Rachel and Dianne in the kitchen as Chris made her way into the room. "Ladies, I hope you had a good night's sleep." She offered in a perky tone. "Yes, I did, very refreshing after a long day of girl-stuff" Rachel replied. "What's up for today?" Dianne questioned. "I think that we should go to the Mall and meet with the lady Cindy recommended, Karen I think her name is. I have her card somewhere." "I think that we did a pretty good job ourselves," Rachel said. "Yes, we did, but some of that makeup was Dianne's and some was mine. You are going to need your own supply. Remember, Rachel, you will be wearing makeup every day, not once a month like before." "Oh, I forgot about that." "I think that I'd also like to have a make-over myself," Dianne added, "that sounds like fun." "It does!" Chris agreed, "I'll tell Karen that we all will want make- overs." "Oh, and another thing that we need to do, where is your nearest drivers-license office." Chris inquired. "There is a satellite office at the same mall as the Clique store, why?" Dianne replied, puzzled. "Rachel will be flying back to Denver with me, we need to get her an ID with an updated photo." Chris replied, matter-of-factly. A look of panic flooded across Rachel's face. "Oh, I forgot about that. Sounds like we need to stop there as well. There is usually a line but they move through pretty well," Dianne said. "What's the problem, Rachel?" "Do you think they will give me a drivers license? Don't I have to take a test or something?" "It's only a photo ID, Rachel, not a drivers license. It will have Eric's name on it, but when you check in at the airport there will be much fewer problems." Chris explained. "Oh." "We'll probably want to go there after we get done with the make- over, that way you will be looking your prettiest." "Sounds like a plan." Dianne concurred, "Now, how about some breakfast?" -------------------- As the three ladies entered the mall, it occurred to Rachel that both of his companions had dressed up a little more for the trip. Usually both Dianne and Chris would wear jeans and loafers, but they each wore slacks with low-heel sandals. Rachel wore a pretty floral dress with a high-heel pump that she knew would result in sore feet later in the day. "Ladies," Rachel inquired, "do you think we could drop by a shoe store sometime today. I'd like to get something with a little less heel." "That sounds sensible," Dianne said, "what did you have in mind." "Size is always an issue for me, I usually can't shop for style but have to take whatever they have in my size." "There's a Sandstroms in the Mall. They have a better selection of hard-to-find sizes." "I haven't been in there for years. We can look at the closeouts. Sometimes you can find some bargains." Dianne added enthusiastically. "OK, let's go, we have a little bit of time before our appointment. Let's shop." Chris responded. -------------------- The trip to Sandstroms had been a huge success. The ladies all arrived at the Clique counter laden with shopping bags. Chris had been right -- they had a much better selection of out-sized shoes than the less expensive places where Rachel usually had shopped. She was able to pick up some very comfortable walking shoes. She also found a pair of low-heel sandals and some dress pumps on the closeout rack. Dianne and Chris both found some nice items. Rachel noticed that Dianne had purchased a lacy sleep-set plus a very pretty blouse and some lace-trimmed panties. It seemed a bit unusual since Dianne usually wore white cotton underwear. Chris also found a couple of tops, a camisole and some matching bra and panty sets. The lady behind the Clique counter smiled as the shoppers approached. "Hi, I'm Dianne, and this is Rachel and Chris. We all have appointments for a make-over." "Yes, Rachel, you are with Karen, Dianne and Chris are with me. I'm Sandra." "Hi Sandra." The ladies chimed in unison. "Rachel, Karen will be right with you. Dianne -- would you like to be first?" "That sounds great." She responded as Sandra lead her back to the makeup station. On the way back, Sandra spoke to one of the other ladies, who Rachel assumed must be Karen, and then pointed toward her. After finishing with her other customer, the associate came out to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Karen. Are you Rachel?" "Yes, and this is Chris." Rachel completed the introductions. "I'm ready for you now." Karen announced and then turned toward Chris. "Would you like something to drink?" "No thanks, I'm fine." "OK, if you change your mind, just let one of us know." Karen turned back to Rachel, "Ready?" "I sure am!" Rachel announced excitedly. -------------------- Part 2 of 3 Three beautiful ladies left Clique and walked toward the Drivers License office. All had made large purchases of the products that the associates recommended. "Wow, I can't believe what a difference having the right color foundation and using eyeliner make." Dianne said. "Sandra was great," Chris added, "she showed me how to profile with a darker color to accentuate my cheek-bones. What about you, Rachael?" "Karen showed me all kinds of tricks. Things to do to hide my large pores, how to profile to reduce the size of my nose. I hope that I remember it all. She made some notes for me and made a record of the colors that she used. What do you think?" Rachel fished for a compliment. "You look great. Now let's go get your picture taken." -------------------- The three entered the DMV office and stood in a short line. In time, Rachel approached the uniformed officer. "I'd like to get a photo ID please." Rachel asked with a smile while handing the officer Eric's Drivers License. "Ahhh, well, um, you have the Drivers License -- that should do it." he replied, briskly. "But the photo doesn't match, we just need a photo ID card with the information on the Drivers License but with an updated photo." Chris added on Rachel's behalf. "I don't think we can do that." "Is there someone else that we can talk to?" Chris replied, with increasing irritation. About that time a female officer approached them. "I'll take care of this, David." "Works for me." David mumbled as he walked away. "You needed a photo ID?" The officer asked in an easy manner. Her name was Lauren according to her name pin. Captain Lauren Williams. "Yes, thank you," Rachel replied, sighing. "We can't change the name or the gender marker unless you have a whole lot of paperwork. If you just want an ID, that's easy." "That's all we need. The same information as on the Drivers License, just an updated photo." "Take a seat over in front of the camera and I'll be right with you. I just need to key some things into the computer. There is a mirror on the wall if you need to check your hair." Rachel took a seat where indicated and in a moment Lauren started moving the camera. "Smile," she said, a flash following shortly. "Please have a seat, it will just take a few minutes for the ID." Rachel joined several others that were waiting in the sitting area. One by one the people that were waiting had their names announced- first and last names. Rachael tensed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. After a short while, Lauren called out into the waiting room, "Miss Jeffreys." Rachael jumped up, composed herself, and then walked to her. "There you go, Eric." She said in a hushed tone. "Thank you SOOOO much." Rachel replied taking the new ID card. She turned and rejoined her companions. "Let me see, let me see." Dianne said excitedly. "It's not too bad." Rachel reported. "Well, Lauren is never going to win any awards for photography, but the photo looks quite nice." Dianne observed, handing the ID card to Chris. "This is really nice." Chris cooed. Stop being so mean Dianne. "Let's go get some lunch, I'm starving." Dianne suggested. -------------------- They found a quiet corner in the food court and each of them had a different idea about what they wanted to eat. "That's the great thing about a food court. You can get what you are hungry for. What are you planning to get?" Chris asked Dianne. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking about a sandwich and some chips." Dianne thought aloud. "Rachel, there is a place to get a chef's salad, what about we split one? They always give you so much food." "Chef's salad?!?" Rachel's voice withered. "Yes, we are both going on a diet when we get back to Denver. Might as well get a head start. We need to work on our curves." Chris stated, ominously. "Oh, OK. Chef's salad it is. How about some Ranch dressing?" "That works, Dianne can you see if they have a fat-free Ranch?" Chris added. "Sure will." Dianne smiled, leaving the table. Rachel turned to Chris and started hesitantly, "Chris, I was wondering..." "Yes, Rachel?" "I'm wondering, do I really look like a girl?" "Why, yes. You have a dress on, are wearing makeup and have long curly hair. I'd say you look like a girl." "That's not what I mean," Rachel shot back in a hushed tone, "I mean do I pass as a woman." "Now that is a completely different question. Obviously Dave at the DMV had some issues with you." Rachael remained silent. "Rachael honey, don't worry." Chris said in a soothing voice. "Probably 90 percent of the people that you come in contact won't pay enough attention to you for it to matter. Of the other ten percent, you are probably only going to fool half of them. Those, like David, that choose to make something will be a very small minority of that remaining five percent. Don't worry about passing as a female, just enjoy being as feminine as you can. For those that recognize you as a man but treat you like a woman, they are the ones that pass." "I guess so." "Just remember all of the others that have helped you this week. Cindy, Karen, Lauren, they all knew what was what. It just didn't make that much difference to them, they accepted you as you presented yourself to them. I'll tell you a secret about the difference between men and women." "OK..." "Men are competitive, everything is a challenge and there can only be one winner. We women have learned to get what we want by collusion. We work together to make it better for all of us. That way we all can be winners." "Wow, I'm going to have to think about that..." Rachel's voice trailed off as Dianne approached with lunch. "What were you two talking about?" Dianne inquired as she took her seat. "Oh, just girl stuff." Rachael said, giving a wink toward Chris. -------------------- The rest of the week flew by. Dianne and Chris worked with Rachel on feminine mannerisms, worked on her voice, how to walk, sit and smile. Much of the time was spent talking. Every time Rachael did something that was not quite feminine, they would make corrections until her movements became automatic. With all of the work, her posture became much better and her voice became much more suitable. Chris had arranged airline flights for early on Monday morning. Saturday and most of the day Sunday were dedicated to packing and making last-minute purchases. Sunday evening found both Chris and Rachel packed and ready for the flight Monday morning. "I hope I haven't forgotten anything." Rachel said, looking over her 3 large suitcases. "It's not like we are going to the Amazon, Rachel. If there is anything that you forgot we can probably get it in Denver." Chris chided. "Yeah..." "What..." Chris interrupted sharply. "Yes, you're right." Rachel corrected. "Rachael, I think we need to have Eric come over this evening." Chris said, "He will have to call into the unemployment office to turn in his hours. And maybe Dianne would like to see Eric before we leave for Denver." Both Rachael and Dianne shot Chris a puzzled look. "It's only natural for Dianne to want to spend the night with her husband before he goes to start a job in another city." Chris continued, "Don't you think, Rachael?" "Yes, Chris, thank you for reminding me that there is another person. You're right, Rachael needs to go away tonight and Eric and Dianne need to spend some time together." Rachael nodded to Chris, and then looked to Dianne. "I'll take a shower and get cleaned up, get all of the product out of my hair, wash off the perfume and take off my tape. I'll make my call and then meet you in the bedroom. Just leave the lights off and Eric will find you." Dianne only smiled. -------------------- Morning came early with a lot of activity for Chris and Rachel. Chris reminded Rachael about doing the tucking and then they went to the bathroom together. Rachael tore off several strips of tape in preparation, put the catheter in place and got everything taped up without assistance. When she was done, Chris did her drawing on the tape and she told Rachael that she was now back to being an 'official' girl. They loaded up the suitcases and both Rachael and Chris made sure that they had their IDs and copies of the flight schedule. Both Rachael and Chris wore black dress slacks with multi-colored tops and low-heeled pumps. Once all of the bags were in the back of the rental car, Rachel and Chris both gave Dianne a hug and left for the airport. "Is Dianne going to be OK?" Rachael asked as Chris pulled from the driveway. "Well, it was either her go to Denver with me or you. Either way you were going to be apart." Chris reminded. "She just seems to be a little different." Rachael observed. "We both are. Rachael, you have had a profound effect on both of us." "How, so?" "Well, a couple of weeks ago I would have flown back to Denver in jeans and a sweat-shirt with minimal make-up. Look at me, I'm in business attire, wearing foundation, eye make-up complete with eyeliner. I've plucked my eyebrows and I'm wearing mascara!" "Oh," Rachael replied. "Did you notice that Dianne has been taking a little more time with her makeup? She is wearing a nightgown to bed rather than a sleep- shirt, and yesterday she wore a skirt and hose. One thing that you reminded us, Rachel, it's a lot of fun being a woman. I think we both lost track of that." "I didn't mean..." "Of course you didn't, you didn't do anything but showed us that being feminine isn't something that we should outgrow or be too busy to enjoy. I've had a ball teaching you about being a girl and I realized the other day just how much of a hypocrite that I was. Here I was telling you how to stand, sit, talk and dress and it occurred to me that I should practice what I preach. I think Dianne came to the same conclusion." Rachel sat in stunned silence. "Rachael, I love what you have done for me. Thank you." "You're quite welcome." -------------------- The voice crackled from the loudspeaker, 'Now boarding flight 4646 to Denver through the gate marked A-6. Please have your boarding pass and photo ID out for inspection by the gate attendant.' Chris and Rachel took their place in line when their row was called. Rachel approached the gate attendant and handed him the boarding pass and the California ID card. The attendant looked at the ID, then back to Rachel and matched the photo. He then checked the name on the boarding pass with the name on the ID. He studied the document for a second, looked back at the ID card, and then at Rachel. "You're in seat 36-A, the window seat. Enjoy the flight." "Thank you, sir." Rachel replied with some amount of relief. That had been the drill at check-in and in security. Everyone would look at the ID for a long while, and then send 'Eric' on through in a thoroughly professional manner. It was just like Chris said, they all passed! Chris and Rachel settled into their seats and readied themselves for takeoff. The voice of the flight attendant droned in the cabin while Rachael dug through the seat pocket. She found a magazine in the pocket and inspected it. "Wow, what luck." Chris announced. "A glamor magazine. I'll let you read it after I'm finished." Rachael teased. "I've got my own." Chris parried, pulling a fashion magazine out of her carry-on bag. "Trade you after you're done?" Rachael offered. "It's a deal." -------------------- The plane ride was uneventful and they ended up at baggage claim watching the bags go around on the carousel. Chris had claimed her bag, then Rachael added her three bags into the good-sized pile. A skycap came by. "Would you like some help, ladies." "Yes, please," Chris replied with a broad smile, "our car is in the park-and-ride lot. Could you take our bags to the bus for us?" "Certainly." The porter placed the bags on his cart and directed everyone to the transportation center. He dropped the bags at the side of the bus and the driver took them from there. Chris pulled several bills from her billfold and gave them to the skycap. "Thank you, ladies!" he said with a flourish and left with his handcart. "Ladies, which lot are you going to." the bus driver asked. Chris studied the parking stub, "The blue lot -- space G-15." The bus driver wrote down the number and welcomed them onto the bus. He then took the bags and placed them in the luggage rack in the front of the bus. There were several other people on the bus, couples, young and old, male and female. No one paid any attention to the two ladies as they took their seat. -------------------- By the time they got to Chris' apartment, it was mid-day. "Lets hang up our things, freshen up a bit and we'll go into the store. I want to introduce you to April." Chris suggested. "OK, can I wear what I have on?" Rachel asked. "That will be fine. I think I'll just go in like this also. I generally just wear a white uniform tunic, but I think I like this better." "Great, can I fix you some lunch or something?" Rachael inquired. "We can check the refrigerator and see what we have. I have some sandwich meat if it is still good -- what about some soup?" Chris added. "That sounds great. Oh, Chris..." Rachael hesitated, "where should I hang my clothes." "I only have the one bedroom but I have a pretty big closet. Let me move some of my things and make room for yours." Chris said, jubilantly. "I've been wondering... where am I going to sleep?" Rachael pressed. "Well, when Dianne and Eric would visit, I would let them sleep in the bed and I would sleep on the couch. I can assure that the couch is not all that comfortable." "Not comfortable..." Rachael pondered. "As long as it is Rachael, I think it would be OK for her to sleep with me in my bed. What do you think?" Chris regarded Rachael quizzically. "That will be grand!" "Let's go see where we can make some room in the closet." Chris offered, as they entered her bedroom. -------------------- After lunch, Chris and Rachael headed over to the store. It was on a quiet street just off a busy highway. The surroundings were pleasant with a city park just across the street. As the ladies entered the store, April rushed up. April was petite with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her maternity outfit was conservative but had a splash of color. She had the glow of an expectant mother. Rachel liked her immediately. "Great to have you back." April greeted Chris with a hug. Chris began the introductions, "April, this is Rachel, she's going to be helping me out while you away." "Glad to meet you, Rachel. I'm sure you'll be able to pick things up just fine." "Nice to finally meet you, April. "Chris has said so many good things about you," April continued. "Good things... She must have been making all of those up," Rachel said, causing them to laugh in unison. "What does the schedule look like this week?" Chris asked. "With you being out last week, it's going to pretty busy. It will be a good week for Rachael to find out how everything works. Your first appointment is at 8:30 AM tomorrow, and then it will be solid for most of the day." "Looks like we are going to be going right to work, Rachel." Chris moaned. "There's also a couple of people that are wanting you to call them. I left you some notes on your desk." "OK, I'll go make some calls. You can start showing Rachael around." Chris stepped into her small office and April started the tour of the nicely appointed shop. There was a waiting area at the front of the store with several chairs, a small sofa, a couple of magazine racks and two tables topped with table lamps. Through a door in the waiting room there was a hallway leading to a couple of fitting rooms, and another larger room that is used as a combination showroom and stockroom. The room had lower shelves with items on display, and the upper shelves held the inventory. Everything was neat, clean and orderly. April showed Rachael some of the forms and was surprised that she already knew many of the details. Rachel laughed, "I have two, they are symmetric -- that way I don't have to worry about them getting mixed up." "Most of the customers only need one, so I guess that wouldn't be much of a problem. Some women and our 'special customers' like you need both." "Do you have many customers like me?" Rachael queried. "A few, we probably get a call once or twice a month. A lot of times they make an appointment and call back a short time later and cancel. They are always so shy; nobody is going to bite them. We are just here to help." "How do you work that... I mean with your other customers and all?" "We usually recommend that they come in the last appointment of the day. For most of the customers it wouldn't matter that much, but for women that have just went through a mastectomy, we like to make sure that there is nothing to upset them. They have gone through so much already and sometimes they can be quite brittle. Let me show you the cave -- I mean our office." April spent the rest of the afternoon showing Rachel the paperwork as well as answering the telephone. The phone calls were usually asking general questions, checking the status of orders, and scheduling appointments to see Chris. There were some calls to the insurance companies checking on benefits for the women patients. April showed Rachael how to fill out insurance forms, check on orders, and many other tasks. By the end of the day, Rachael was exhilarated. "This is going to be so much more fun than my regular job," Rachael announced. "What is your 'regular job' Rachael?" April asked. "Pulling parts out of a machine, looking at them, and then putting them on a conveyor belt. Really boring stuff, but at least it paid well." "Chris told me that you got laid off. At least it's only temporary." "More like 'indefinite,' whatever that means." Rachael corrected. "Everything will work out OK." April assured. The ringing phone interrupted their conversation. April picked up the phone. "Complete Women's Health," she announced to the caller. After a short pause, April continued, "hi Dan, yes, you are on the schedule for tomorrow at 5:00, is that still going to work." Her face turned pensive. "Really, there's no problem. If you can make it fine. If not, give a call back and we'll move the appointment to another day." Another pause, followed by "Goodbye, Dan. Hope to see you tomorrow." "One of our 'special customers' April?" Rachel said as April replaced the phone on the cradle. "Yes, he's just concerned that there is going to be some problem with him coming in from work. He says he will be dressed DRAB, whatever that means." "DRessed-As-Boy." Rachel stated. "Oh, I couldn't figure out what he was talking about." "It's kind of a play-on-words, also meaning being dressed very dull. Most of the cross-dressers feel that their male clothes are so boring, which is one of the reasons they dress more frilly and colorful in women's clothing." Chris entered the room. "I've finished all of my calls, how are you doing Rachael." "Great, April has shown me so much stuff I think my head is about to burst." "You'll do fine." April assured. "I think we'll head out and be back in early tomorrow morning. Sounds like it will be a busy day." Chris retrieved a rather large package from her office and headed for the front of the store. "I'm about to leave myself. I'll lock up." "Thanks a million, April." Rachael said, giving his mentor a quick hug. "See you tomorrow." -------------------- Chris and Rachel stopped by the grocery store to stock up on some essentials and then picked up a pre-made chicken for dinner. The scent of lemon-pepper filled the confines of Chris' small car. "Since we are both on a diet, I thought we would have a salad and veggies with our chicken," Chris announced. "Sorry, no dessert." Rachel joked, "work me into the ground today and then deprive me of nourishment. You are a stern task-master." "Just wait until tomorrow when we start our morning fitness routine. How are you at crunches?" "Before or after breakfast?" "Breakfast," Chris smirked, "what's that?" Back at the apartment, Rachel set the table while Chris prepared their dinner. She warmed up a can of green beans, then cut off and weighed out a portion of chicken for each of them. Then she removed the rest of the chicken from the carcass, transferred it to a storage container and put it in the refrigerator. "What would you like to drink, Chris?" Rachel inquired. "A large glass of water, maybe put a slice of lemon in it." Chris replied, "Better make two." Rachel decided not to ask who got the second one. She located the whole lemon, sliced it into six parts, and stored the extra slices in the refrigerator. She transferred the glasses of water to the table as Chris brought over their individual plates. "You get a little larger portion," Chris announced, placing the half- empty plate on the table. "If you get hungry later, I have some celery sticks and some baby carrots." "This looks great, Chris. The chicken smells delicious." Chris nodded in agreement. "Chris, I really like April. She is so nice." "I think she is just great. She has been such a help to me I couldn't bear to have to replace her." "I hope I will be able to get you by." Rachel fished for a complement. "I think you'll do fine. I wanted to complement you on your voice. You are sounding so much like a lady that I have to catch myself." "The technique that you taught me works great. How do you know all of this stuff, the tucking, the voice stuff, the ID card. You're amazing." "Every year I go to a local transgender convention as a dealer for under-garments and forms. We pick up a lot of information there and then we get to pass some of it on. Have you ever been to one, Rachael?" "No, I feel silly but I didn't even know there was such a thing." "Oh, yes, there are several all across the nation. It is a good outlet for us to meet the local girls, but we usually don't sell that much at the convention. Many of the 'ladies' will pick up our card and contact us later for a private fitting." "Have you contacted any of the local cross-dressing groups?" "We've tried, but we haven't done a presentation yet. Would you be able to help us set one up?" "I'd be happy to." Rachel beamed. "To be honest, I didn't know how well that would be accepted. I know some of the groups are quite secretive." "The ladies would love it. With the quality of the items that you are offering, they would love to have you do a presentation." "I have a number for one of the local groups, it's a voicemail thing. If you wouldn't mind, could you contact them and see if they would like to have us over? "That would be great, I'd love to do it!" Rachel cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher while Chris went through a rather large stack of mail. Chris separated several catalogs out of the stack and then held them up for Rachel to see. "Look what I've found," Chris chided. "I see them," Rachel purred, noticing a growing stack of clothing catalogs. Chris pulled one of the catalogs out of the stack, frowned and put it in the recycling. "Man stuff." Rachel gave a knowing smile, "Yuck." The ladies adjourned to the living room with the stack of catalogs and spent the next hour going through them, indicating which styles that they liked and what they thought was hideous. Some of the magazines had very little of interest, but others had several pieces that elicited delighted responses. "You would look great in that,