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Dancing Without Stars (5th installment in the ClubDance series) By Becky Marie Prologue In our last installment, Bob/Missy suffered continued humiliation at work when his working space was downsized along with his position, at the rodeo where his sissy dance team, the Frilly Fillies, won the dance competition and the ultimate humiliation at his play date with Dan/Daphne. Meanwhile, John (aka Jenni) had a respectable showing at the rodeo, if being the most feminine contestant, male or female is respectable. He also received a shock at home when the ranch hands showed up while he was making breakfast one morning. Joe's secret past was revealed and he surely has some changes in store for him. You won't find Jerry Springer or Emmitt Smith in the story but I hope you still find it to be good fun! Chapter 1 - TGIM - Thank God It's Monday While he was driving to work on Monday in his cute VW bug, Bob thought to himself that he was so glad the weekend was over as he recalled his ultimate humiliation at Dan's house on Saturday. Why could he not get those damn fasteners undone, he asked himself. To think that he'd wet his pants like a toddler, and then to have to endure the mortifying consequences. Even though work was also hell, he was beginning to prefer its relative easiness, compared to what happened on weekends. At least at work he had some protection from his cubicle walls and most of the people in his office had noticed his feminine attire by now so the cause for humiliation had somewhat passed. Bob walked out of the elevator and to his cubicle. His mentor, Amy was already at her desk. "You're late, Bobbi," she declared. "You need to get here at least thirty minutes earlier as you never want to arrive after the boss. Do you expect her to fetch her own coffee? You are in luck today, Laura is running a little late so you can be here to greet her with a nice cup of hot coffee when she arrives." At that moment, the elevator opened and Laura walked out. "Good morning Ms. Simpson," Bob said. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" "Yes, Bobbi," she replied. "That would be lovely. That is a darling suit you are wearing today. Where did you buy it?" Today, Bob was dressed in a new outfit that Karen had bought for him last week. The suit included a single breasted jacket with a one button closure, matching flat front pants with a rear zip and flared leg in a quartz rose colored silk. Underneath, he wore a white silk shell, under which you could clearly make out his lacy camisole. It was probably the most feminine suit Bob had worn to the office yet. "My wife buys most of my work clothes at Talbots or Nordstrom. This suit is from Talbots," he replied blushing. "I think you need to start wearing a higher heel with your suits," Laura instructed. "Go out at lunch today and pick up a few new pairs of pumps. Nothing less than 2 inches. Get a pair in black, brown, black patent and navy. That should just about cover your wardrobe, I would think. The black patent would be a good choice for that pretty suit, wear them out of the store. Now run and get my coffee, hon," she said. "Yes, ma'am," Bob replied sheepishly. Bob rushed to the coffee service area and returned with Laura's coffee. As he set the cup on Laura's desk, she noticed his nails. He continued to keep them well maintained and they were noticeably longer than would be fashionable for men. Karen had, however, allowed him to keep clear polish on them when at work. "Bobbi, your nails are so pretty," Laura said. "You should put a little color on them. I tell you what, I'll treat you to a manicure with my manicurist but I get to choose the color." "That's not necessary, ma'am," Bob quickly replied. "No, I insist," she responded. "Have Amy call for an appointment. Get the soonest available. I'll take you there myself and introduce you to the girls at the salon." "Oh, and by the way," Laura added. "Are your ears pierced, sweetie?" "Yes," replied Bob. "They have been pierced but I don't wear earrings to the office. They don't seem appropriate." "On you, hon, they would be perfectly appropriate," Laura replied. "I don't want to see you again without proper accessories, including earrings. You may also want to discuss with Karen adding some other jewelry to your daily attire. For today, however, you can ask Amy if she has a spare pair she can loan you." When Bob returned to his cube, he asked Amy to schedule the manicure appointment, as instructed. Amy was delighted to assist in further humiliating the simpering little sissy. Things only got better after hanging up the phone. "You're all set, Bobbi," she said. You have an appointment for tomorrow at 11 am. I asked specifically for Laura's favorite manicurist, Pat. You'll get first class treatment, I'm sure." "Thanks, Amy," replied the sissy. "Oh, could I ask a favor," he stuttered. "Sure, Bobbi," Amy said smiling. "What are girlfriends for?" "Umm, Laura insisted that I start wearing earrings while in the office," Bob whispered. "Since I don't have any here, would you have a spare pair that you could loan me?" "Speak up, Bobbi," Amy demanded. "I can't hear you when you whisper like that." "Can I please borrow some earrings?" Bob said a little louder. "Oh, earrings!" she exclaimed. "Of course you can borrow some of my earrings, I always keep a spare pair or two in my desk in case I should lose one. I also keep spare panties and pantyhose in my desk in case of emergency. You should think about doing the same." "I don't think that would be necessary, Amy," Bob meekly replied. "Karen insists that I keep spare panties and pantyhose in my purse at all times. I don't think I need two sets of spares." "You should think about it," she replied. "You just never know when you're going to have an unlucky day and run more than one pair. Laura will not tolerate her staff working with ruined pantyhose. As far as panties, you don't want to be left stuck on your unexpectedly heavy days, if you know what I mean," she said giggling. "Sometimes our monthly friend can surprise us," she said, winking. Bob turned crimson as Amy went through her desk drawers looking for spare earrings. "Here we go, Bobbi," she said. "I'm afraid these might be a little too dressy for normal office wear but they're all I have today," she added, handing Bob a pair of rhinestone chandelier earrings that would be perfect for a formal evening but hardly appropriate for the office. "Are you sure these are all you have, Amy?" Bob begged. "Don't you have a plain pair of studs?" "How ungrateful!" Amy exclaimed. "I loan you a pair of earrings to keep you out of trouble with the boss and all you can do is complain. If they're not good enough for you princess, just give them back!" "No, I'm sorry Amy," Bob whispered. "These will be fine." Bob put the fancy earrings on and was further troubled as he could feel them brushing across his shoulders when he turned his head. He did his best to concentrate on typing the memo Laura had assigned but was continually distracted by the earrings. He made a mental note to pick up a new pair of earrings when he went shoe shopping at lunch. Chapter 2 - Jenni at the ranch John walked into the barn to help the hands with the annual calf vaccinations. As he came through the door, Luke's jaw dropped nearly to the floor. He could not believe that his boss, the former macho rancher, now was the biggest sissy in the county. At Carol's insistence, John had changed from his Capri pants and floral blouse into a gaucho outfit, complete with the hat and fancy girly boots. "What the hell are you wearing, you swishy faggot?" Luke demanded. As embarrassed as John was already, things only got worse when Travis came to his defense. "I told you this morning that I didn't want to hear you talking like that," Travis commanded. "You leave him alone. I think he looks very nice. John, that is a darling outfit and it looks very good on you," Travis said. Not knowing how else to respond, John whispered a weak thank you. "Well you're welcome, little one," replied Travis. John's head hung even further in shame and Luke's face was red with rage. "Let's get to work," grumbled Luke. John got the vaccination supplies from the supply cabinet while Travis set up the chute and Luke herded the first of the calves into the barn. When John was finally ready with the syringe, Luke moved the first calf into the chute where Travis closed the head gate. John leaned over the chute to inject the calf with the large syringe. As he did so, his sissy bottom was in the air, further exaggerating his visible panty lines. The view was not lost on either of the ranch hands. Luke grunted in disgust while Travis let out a quiet whistle. John was completely oblivious to the display he was making and to the reaction he was getting from the ranch hands. After the injection was complete, John climbed down from the chute and refilled the syringe while Travis and Luke freed one calf and ushered the next into the chute. The process was repeated several times and Luke grew more and more disgusted while Travis grew more and more aroused each time their sissy boss stuck his bottom in th e air. As John was repeating the process on one of the last calves, Carol walked into the barn. "Will you look at that!" she exclaimed. "Blossom, you are being such a little tease, with your girly bottom sticking high in the air. I hope you haven't been doing that all afternoon. You're going to have these boys in quite a state." John quickly jumped down from the chute and looked at the ranch hands haltingly. Luke had his scowl of disgust while Travis had a huge smile on his face. John also noticed that Travis had a pretty significant bulge in his Wranglers. Given that Carol had met him at the Gay Rodeo, John had assumed that Travis was gay. His reaction to John's appearance confirmed that assumption. "Boys, I don't know how you keep your hands off of this sweet little thing," Carol teased. "I've never seen such a little prick- tease and he doesn't even realize he's doing it, do you Blossom?" Bob blushed and studied the floor. "No, ma'am. I wasn't trying to get anyone's attention. I'm just taking care of the chores like always." Travis chimed in "I don't mind at all ma'am. Its kind of nice to be around someone who cares about the way they look and I think its kind of sweet that a rancher can have a softer side." "It was his backside that you were so interested in," said Luke. I'm beginning to worry about you too. Am I surrounded by fairies?" Carol sensed that there could be trouble brewing so she interrupted. "Time to knock off for the day boys," she said. "My little flower needs to get back to the house and work on dinner. We're having guests tonight." The ranch hands left for the day and John headed back to the house with Carol wondering what the evening would hold. Chapter 3 - Out for lunch Bob left the office building at lunch time with very specific instructions from Laura for new footwear. He headed for the mall in his girly car and parked near the Nordstrom's entrance. He had been to Nordstrom with Karen and knew that they had a large selection of shoes. He also knew they were known for their excellent customer service and hoped that he would be able to avoid some embarrassment. As he walked in the door, three teenage girls and their mother were leaving. They took immediate notice of his pink suit and giggled hysterically, pointing at him and whispering to each other. Bob went straight to the women's shoe department wanting to get the process over with as quickly as possible. A handsome young black man welcomed him to the department and asked if he could be of help. "Please sit down, uhm, sir? My name is Jerome. What can I show you today," asked the sales clerk in a slightly effeminate voice. "And what did you say your name was, hon?" "Its Bob," the sissy stuttered. "I need some pumps, please. In several colors and with at least two inch heels," replied Bob in an embarrassed whisper. "Ok, Bobbi", replied Jerome. "What color would you like to see?" ," I need to get a pair of black, black patent, brown and navy," answered the sissy. "Let's get your size and I've got some really nice pumps on sale this week that should just fit the bill. Let's get these flats off and get a measurement on your foot. Oh, I love that color on your toes, is that OPI?" "I don't remember," replied Bob. "My wife picks out my nail polish." "Well it is very pretty and your toes show up so nicely with those sheer sandal-foot pantyhose. Are they sheer to waist?" the clerk asked as he ran his hands over Bob's hose covered ankles. "Um, yes I guess they are," answered the blushing sissy as he pulled his foot away from the sales clerk. "Ok, looks like you take a size 10. I'll be right back with a couple of styles and colors for us to try," said Jerome, winking at Bob as he turned to the back room. Bob was dumbstruck. Here he was in the middle of Nordstrom and the shoe salesman was flirting with him. He wondered to himself whether he had done something to make the clerk think he would be interested. He decided that, in spite of his girly attire, he need to appear more masculine and heterosexual. When Jerome returned, Bob tried to start up a conversation that would be more appropriate for two men than nail polish color and the style of his pantyhose. "Jerome, did you see that game yesterday?" asked Bob, trying to sound more butch. "I really thought the Buffalos were going to pull out a win until the very end." Bob had not seen the game and did not even know who was playing as he was at his play date with Daphne. He had heard some of the guys in the office talking about it when he got Laura's coffee. The men in the office always stopped talking and just stared at Bob when he came near so he did not have any of the details and hoped Jerome wouldn't catch on. "I'm not much of a fan," replied Jerome. "I was watching the figure skating championships on TV yesterday. I'm certain you would have loved them. The costumes are so beautiful and the dancers are so graceful. I'm also partial to watching the male skaters in their snug skating pants, if you know what I mean," he giggled. "A couple of those boys had nice packages and those tight butts - oh my!" he exclaimed as he slid a pump in black patent on Bob's right foot. Clearly, Bob's attempt to change the subject to something more manly was not working. Bob looked at the shoe and deciding to hurry things along told him that they looked just fine. Jerome was in no rush and was looking forward making a big sale with 3 or 4 pairs of pumps. He slid the other pump on Bob's left foot and asked him to walk to the full-length mirror to have a look. "Those are going to work great for you, hon," said Jerome. "They are much nicer than those flats and the pants to your suit hangs much better. They also add a nice little wiggle to your bottom," he added. "Looks like you've been practicing. There is no way I could walk so gracefully in my first pair of pumps.!" "I've worn heels around the house some lately," replied Bob. "But I far prefer flats!" "Well those are just darling," said Jerome. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try a higher heel? Those same pumps come in a 3 inch and 4 inch. A higher heel will make that bottom of yours look even more luscious!" "No ,thanks!" Bob quickly answered. "I'll just take these and the same style in brown, black and navy." "Ok, hon. I'll go to the back and get them. While I'm in the back you can change back into your boring old flats." Bob remembered that he was not to return to the office without heels so said, "Would it be ok if I wore these out of the store?" "Sure!" said Jerome. "We'll just put your flats in the box. I'll be right back with the other pairs." Jerome retuned with the other three pairs and Bob paid for his news shoes using his Nordstrom card. After putting Bob's old shoes in the box and putting them all in two large carrier bags, Jerome came from around the counter and handed the bags to Bob. He also gave Bob one of his business cards. "It sure has been fun helping you, sir," Jerome said. "Here is my card. I wrote my cell phone number on the back. I really would enjoy the opportunity to spend some time with you away from the store, Bobbi. Perhaps I could buy you a drink sometime. I have to admit that I kind of have a thing for femmy boys and twinks like you. I can get your number from your Nordstrom account. If I don't hear from you, I'll give you a call," Jerome said as he winked at the sissy. Bob grabbed the bags and the card and hurried out of the store, nearly colliding with two women coming in the door. After they recovered from the near miss, they giggled at the hapless sissy and taunted, "Those are darling shoes sweetie, are you still a little unstable in those heels? And that pink in your suit is definitely your color!" Bob lowered his head and minced back to his car wishing this would all just end. Chapter 4 - Joe checks in When Joe arrived at the office, he reported to Carol's office as instructed. She quizzed him about his date with Bobbi. "So, Joe, how was your date last night?" asked Carol. "Did you treat our Bobbi well?" "It was fine," replied Joe. "Amy played a cruel trick on us though, the bar she recommended is a gay bar. We were humiliated!" "Oh, that's too bad, Joe. I would have thought you and Bobbi would have felt right at home. Did you have to fight to keep those horny men away from your date?" teased Carol. "No, we got out of there as quick as we could once we figured out what kind of bar we were in!" exclaimed Joe. "Well, I hope you weren't rude. I suspect that you and Bobbi may be somewhat frequent patrons of that bar and you wouldn't want to be uncomfortable because of poor manners." "Now," Carol began. "There is still this mater of your treatment of your boyfriend, Bobbi. I know you made an attempt to kiss and makeup last night with your date but I still think there will need to be more to correct your horrible behavior." "I apologized to Bob for being so cruel and I think we really did patch things up," pleaded Joe. "Why don't you recap all of the mean and nasty things you did to your sissy boyfriend before you kissed and made up last night?" demanded Carol. "That's all in the past, Carol," he begged. "What is the point of rehashing all that now?" "Do it!" demanded Carol. "Well, I guess the first time was in the parking lot when I slapped his butt and teased him by offering to carry his bags and opening the door for him. He was leaning over the car in these light colored pants and his girly pantylines were framing his butt, making it a perfect target," Joe explained. "Go on." "I guess the next thing was while we were playing golf. You remember that ridiculous outfit that Karen had Bob wear. I gave him a pretty hard time and even flirted with him to make him more uncomfortable. After that is was probably the episode in the copy room. Bob was bent over working on the copier and I unzipped the back of his pants. You could easily see the panties and pantyhose he was wearing. The girls were all giving him a pretty hard time and he was scared to death that other guys would see his frillies on display. Nobody else could see anything but I swear the little pansy was about to cry," explained Joe. "And then at the rodeo, I gave both him and John a pretty hard time when John was trying to register and while we were in the stands watching the barrel race." "You have been pretty rotten, Joe," responded Carol. "I really think you deserve a taste of your own medicine. I think a little 'Jill-time' might be in order." "No, no, no!" pleaded Joe. "Please don't embarrass me like that at the office. I have spent years developing my reputation as a man's man and it would kill me to have the guys see the Jill side of me. It has been years since I had to dress up as Jill and I don't intend to begin now, especially in front of the office!" "Well, Joe," replied Carol. "Remember that I have Jill's album that includes dozens of pictures that, if passed around the office, would be pretty hard to live down. A little subtle sissiness would be nothing compared to that! You can hope that it would stay jut between 'us girls'." "Oh no!" cried Joe. "Come by my office after work today, I'll have some instructions for you Joe, or Jill," ordered Carol. "If you don't cooperate, you will find some of Jill's more embarrassing photos posted on the bulletin boards around the office and displayed on our intranet home page!" Carol reached into her desk and handed Joe a pair of frilly pink rhumba panties. "In the meantime Jill, go put these on and bring me back your undershorts. It will be awhile before your wearing boy's undies again, if ever!" sneered Carol. Joe took the panties and shuffled out of her office with a terrible feeling of impending doom. Chapter 5 - Project 'Ranch Wife' When John and Carol arrived back at the house, she told him to hurry and change into an outfit more suitable for a housewife. "I strongly recommend that you choose something that is a little extra fancy for tonight as we are having guests for dinner and I want to make a good impression," Carol instructed. "If I'm not happy with your choice, I will choose something for you and I guarantee that you will like my choice much less." John retreated to the bedroom where he flipped through his rapidly expanding wardrobe of women's clothes to choose an outfit for the evening. He was worried about who might be coming to dinner and whether yet another person would get to participate in his humiliation. Heeding his wife's advice, John selected a very feminine dress in red with polka-dots with a sheer bodice and sheer overskirt. He chose one of his most dainty full slips in white with lots of lace around the bust and four inches of lace at the hem. With the sheer dress, the stark white slip would be very obvious. He changed into a pair of white nylon Olga secret hug hipster panties and a matching A-cup bra. He inserted his little "cheaters," to give him a slight bust. For hosiery, he put on a pair of very shiny nude toeless pantyhose allowing a wonderful view of the French manicure on his toenails. For shoes, he put on a pair of open toe red espadrille wedges with white polka-dots that matched almost perfectly wi th his dress. The shoes were 3 ? inches high and tied around his dainty ankles. Since his shoes tied at the ankle, John did not choose to wear an ankle bracelet but did put on a few rings, several red and white plastic bangles and some dangly earrings. He applied makeup very lightly including mascara, a small amount of blush and shiny lip gloss with a red tint. Carol was very pleased when John finally reappeared in the kitchen. "Jenni, you look just darling!" she gushed. Hurry and put on one of your aprons so you can get our dinner started. I've started the grill and I'll take care of the grilled chicken but you need to make us a nice salad and another vegetable. I'll leave the choice up to you. Chop! Chop!" John retrieved one of he several aprons that Carol had acquired for him from the pantry and began assembling the ingredients for the salad. The location of the counter where he was working made him in a nice silhouette from the back door and made his dress almost transparent. "Jenni, I also love the choices you made for your dainties. Those panties and bra are perfect and you know that I just adore that slip!" she exclaimed. "Thank you," replied Jenni as she stepped away from the door blushing. As John was preparing the salad, the door bell rang. Carol was on the patio attending to the grill and shouted to John to get the door. "Jenni, be a doll and get the door for me, would you Blossom?" Carol shouted. With all of the windows open, it was impossible for the guests at the door to not here Carol's request. John went to the foyer, took a deep breath and opened the door. On the porch were Joe's sister Sam and her partner Patty. Sam was dressed casually in chinos and a golf shirt while, in contrast, Patty was dressed in an outfit that would have been the envy of Donna Reed. She wore a cotton print dress the skirt of which was held out by a full crinoline petticoat. Her open-toe pumps were at least 4 inches high and she was wearing a little pillbox hat with netting over her eyes. She looked as if she had walked out of a time machine. John said hello and welcomed the two women into the house. Sam put out her hand to shake John's and nearly broke his hand with an enormous grip, saying "Hello Blossom!" Patty did a little curtsey by way of saying hello. John did not know how to respond and his Jenni persona took over, doing a curtsey in return. Carol came into the foyer just as John was finishing his curtsey. "Jenni, that was a very nice curtsey, the training is clearly paying off!" she praised. "Yes," offered Sam, "you would think he'd been doing that all of his life. I must compliment you, Carol, Jenni here is making some great progress in appearance and demeanor." "Thank you, Sam," replied Carol. "I do have to get firm with him from time to time but overall he is coming along nicely. Patty would certainly be a great role model for him, though, to take things to an even higher level." "That is nice of you to say, Carol," said Sam. "Patty does pride herself on being the best ranch wife one could hope for. Don't you sugar?" Patty blushed and looked at the floor, whispering "Yes, ma'am. I want to be sure to make you proud." Carol invited them all into the living room and instructed John to get them all drinks. Patty offered to help but Carol insisted that John needed to develop skills such as serving guests and so they should let him fly solo for awhile. John served the drinks and then excused himself to finish up dinner. While he was in the kitchen, Carol got to her intentions in her invitation to Sam and Patty. "Sam, I was hoping you could help me out with my project," began Carol. "I would be happy to help in whatever I can, Carol," responded Sam. "But what is the project?" "Operation Ranch Wife, is what I've named my little project," said Carol. "I want to completely reinvent John from surly cowboy to the perfect little submissive ranch wife, Jenni, whose greatest desire is to make me happy. My responsibilities at work are growing, leaving me less and less time to take care of the house. I've been so pleased with Jenni's progress so far and it was so easy to find hands to help with the ranch, I've decided I want my husband to become the lady of the house." "That's a very intriguing project," replied Sam, "but where do I come in?" "Very good question, Sam. I was hoping that I could convince you to loan me your darling partner to help with Jenni's training program. Patty is my ideal picture of an obedient, devoted ranch wife and I want to make Jenni her prot?g?'." "Hmmm," said Sam as Patty blushed and giggled quietly. "Of course, I would make sure that Patty did not neglect any of her responsibilities to you and would work with you to develop a schedule that would meet your approval," continued Carol. "In fact, I would be more than happy to have Jenni do some of his training at your place which would give you an extra bit of help from time to time." "Well, I think I would be agreeable to such an arrangement," said Sam. "It could be kind of fun for my little filly here, wouldn't it sugar?" Patty again just blushed and nodded though she had a broad smile on her face. "Why don't you go out to the kitchen, sugar, and share the good news with your new girlfriend?" said Sam. Chapter 6 - Daphne's Story Karen was picking out some greeting cards at a stationary store before lunch. As she made her way to the counter to check out, Elizabeth walked into the store. She noticed Karen right away and came over to say hello. "Hi, Karen," she said. "It is so nice to see you again. We had such a wonderful time this weekend when you and Missy came to visit. We need to set up another time again soon." "What a nice surprise, Elizabeth," said Karen. "I also had a nice afternoon. I doubt Missy would say so, however," she said through a giggle. "Do you have time to join me for lunch, Karen?" asked Elizabeth. "That would be very nice. I'd love to get to know you better and I've been dying to know the background behind your unique relationship with your step-son." Karen and Elizabeth went to a small bistro down the street and had a wonderful lunch and even better conversation. Elizabeth shared the history of Dan's transformation into Daphne: Elizabeth and Dan's father were married when Brenda was a young girl and Dan was a teenager. Early in their marriage, Dan's father was a caring, gentle man. After a few years, however, he started to change. He began drinking heavily and was often abusive toward both Brenda and Elizabeth. He spent more and more time away from home and while he was gone, Dan would assume his role of head of household and could be equally abusive, particularly to Brenda. One weekend three years ago, her husband did not come home. He was killed in a car accident, drunk and with a young woman who turned out to be his girlfriend. She was only 20 years old and was killed with him. Fortunately for Elizabeth, her husband was very wealthy and his will left her the majority of his estate with a relatively small trust fund set up for Dan when he turned 21. After his father's death, Dan's behavior became even worse. He began drinking and doing drugs and was running with a very rough crowd. Eventually, he was arrested for assault after a bar fight. Elizabeth chose to let him sit in jail for two days to cool off and to give her time to develop a plan. She worked with the prosecutor and judge for a special plea where Dan would be released under her supervision for probation. Should he not follow her orders to the letter, he would be immediately sentenced to jail and as he had been tried as a adult, even though he was only 17. He would have a very difficult time in jail. Small in stature, he would be an instant target among the rough jail population. Elizabeth finally had the upper hand. For the next several weeks, Dan's behavior improved though he did not actively participate as a member of the family. He kept to himself and avoided much contact with his step-mother or step-sister. One weekend, however, two months after beginning his probation, Dan snuck out and met back up with his former running buddies. When Elizabeth discovered that Dan was not in the house, she set out looking for him. Familiar with his usually hang-outs, it only took a short while before she tracked him down. Inebriated, she had to literally drag him out of the flop house. Once in the car, she delivered an ultimatum: follow her instructions absolutely to the letter, or she would take him straight to the probation officer and turn him over to go to jail. He quickly agreed and she immediately handed him a silk scarf in a floral pattern. "Put this on your head," Elizabeth demanded. "You and your gang friends are so fond of those bandanas you all wear to announce your 'colors', this will announce your new colors, all pastel!" "I can't wear that," Dan begged. "If someone from the gang sees this they'll think I'm a fag for sure!" "You do not have a choice in the matter. You agreed to follow my instructions to the letter and putting on that scarf is my first of many instructions! I plan to make sure that all of your gang- banger friends see your pretty new colors and I hope they do think you are a fag. Maybe that will keep them away from you, keeping you out of trouble. Now put it on or we're going straight to the county jail!" she demanded. Dan complied, tying the pastel colored scarf around under his chin. He tried to slump down in his seat to avoid being seen by his rowdy friends. "Sit up straight this instant!" Elizabeth demanded. "Here, let me tie a nicer bow in your scarf," As she untied and retied the scarf in a large fussy bow, she continued, "There, that is much better! I'll have to give you a lesson when we get home so you can do a better job for yourself next time." Dan turned away from this step-mother toward the window just as Elizabeth began honking the horn. "Now, quit your pouting you little pansy," teased Elizabeth. "Look, your friends are coming outside to see you off! Smile and wave at them." Dan was shattered. He was sitting in his step-mother's car, with a pink and yellow floral scarf tied around his head while all of his friends were staring in disbelief. Afraid to disobey his step- mother's orders, he weakly waved at the rough group of young men. Upon seeing Dan wave and realizing how he looked with the scarf around his head, the gang members began taunting him, shouting slurs and running toward the car. "Get ouf of here, for God's sake!" shouted Dan. "They're going to kill us!" Calmly, Elizabeth responded, "Now that is not the proper tone for speaking with your step-mommy, Danny," she said. "Now ask me nicely and maybe I will." "Pppp..lease, Elizabeth, let's get out of here!" begged Dan. "That's better, honey, but I would prefer you call me Mommy from now on." "Please...Mom....Mommy, can we leave now?" he pleaded. "Now isn't that so much better?" asked Elizabeth just as the first of the burly men began reaching for Dan's car door and banging on the window. Elizabeth calmly engaged the electric door locks and put the car in gear. She slowly moved the car away from the building, with Dan's former friends chasing behind, shouting obscenities and slurs at the humiliated sissy. Elizabeth drove home with Dan sitting silently beside her. She intentionally took surface roads instead of the freeway to afford her emasculated step-son ample opportunities for humiliation at each traffic light. When they arrived at their house, Dan jumped from the car and ran into the house. His step-sister, Brenda, was having a snack as he burst into the kitchen. She smiled beamingly when she noticed the feminine headscarf . "Danny, I love your scarf!" she exclaimed. "It is so pretty, where did you get it?" Suddenly realizing he was still wearing the ridiculous headscarf, he angrily pulled it off and threw it in Brenda's direction, just as Elizabeth walked through the door. "You pick your scarf up this very instant, young lady," she screamed. "I did not tell you that you could take off your scarf and I will not tolerate you treating your nice things so poorly!" "I will not!" shouted Dan. "That stupid scarf is not mine and I will not wear it!" Elizabeth quickly crossed the room and grabbed the boy by the ear. As he was not particularly large, Elizabeth was able to easily subdue him. His face turned bright red and tears began to form in his eyes. "I told you earlier, things are going to change around here and the changes start today!" his step-mother hissed. "I will no longer tolerate your abusive behavior and your intolerable attitude toward Brenda and me. You will show proper respect, honor your step- sister and step-mother and make a contribution to our household. You already know the alternative and, trust me, adjusting to the new rules in this house will pale in comparison to the adjustments you would make in jail as some big convict's little prison bitch." Dan begged Elizabeth to release him, promising to follow her orders. When she released her grip on his ear, he fell to his knees and crawled across the kitchen to retrieve the headscarf. "Brenda, would you please help your step-brother put on his scarf, honey?" Elizabeth asked. "Sure, mommy," replied Brenda. "I'll make sure it has a perfect bow, just like you taught me." Dan remained on his knees with his head bowed while his step-sister tied the scarf under his neck. "Danny, lift your chin so I can tie a nice bow," instructed Brenda with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Now, that looks just perfect!" she exclaimed. "You can thank your sister, Dan," Elizabeth instructed. "Thank you, Brenda," the red-faced hooligan whispered. "Good, now get up and sit at the table, we have some new house rules to go over," demanded the step-mother. "OK," the defeated teen replied. "First lesson: you are to address me as Mommy, as I told you earlier. So, instead of ok, you will always respond 'yes, mommy or no, mommy'. You are to refer to Brenda in the future as Sis," Instructed Elizabeth. "Yes, Mommy," replied Dan quietly. "That's much better," Elizabeth chided. Elizabeth went on to explain to Dan just how different things were about to become. Dan was now going to share in all of the household chores, including taking care of all of the washing. He would not be allowed outside the house without escort by Elizabeth or Brenda until he could prove himself trustworthy. At all times while at home, both inside and outside, he was to have a silk headscarf handy that might at any time be tied neatly beneath his chin and he would not be allowed to visit the barber. "Come now, Danny," she said. "Let me show you what I've done with your room." They went upstairs and Elizabeth opened the door to Dan's bedroom. Instead of the king-size waterbed, in its place he saw a pair of white four-poster twin beds with gauze canopies and lacy duvet covers. The walls, which had previously been green, were now pastel yellow while the woodwork had been changed from dark stain to sparkling white. The rough berber carpet had been replaced by thick pile carpet that was very nearly white. The en-suite bathroom had also been redone in similar pastel colors including the shower curtain, trimmed in eyelet lace and the towels. In the corner of the room was a white vanity with a large, lighted mirror and a tufted stool that matched the yellow paint on the walls. "Do you like your new room, Danny?" asked Elizabeth. Dan gawked around in disbelief. When he was last in his room, it was strewn with dirty clothes, magazines and empty food containers. The walls were covered with posters of pin-up girls and grunge rock bands. His pride and joy, his waterbed had been scored on the headboard for each of the 'conquests' he had enjoyed with girls in that bed. Now that was all gone and in its place he found this sterile, feminine d?cor. "What happened to my old room?" he shouted. "You had no right to do this. This was my house before you came along and screwed things up!" "Now, now, now little one, this is my house now," interrupted Elizabeth. "You and your father treated us like dirt while he was alive and I'm putting an end to that now. I am now the head of this household and things will work as I desire. You will either learn to live with that or you can take the alternative, jail." Dan suddenly became quiet again. Elizabeth went on to explain that the house would now always remain neat and clean and that he would be contributing to the household chores. He would be given a list of chores to be completed each week and failure to do so would result in serious consequences. "Make yourself at home in your new room, Danny," said his step- mother. "Brenda and I have a few things to take care of downstairs. You can have a look around your room until we need you to help with preparing dinner. I'll be up to help you get ready for dinner in about 30 minutes." After Elizabeth and Brenda had left, Dan laid down on one of the beds. While it was not his beloved water bed, it was very comfortable and he quickly fell asleep. Thirty minutes later, Elizabeth shouted up the stairs for Dan to change his clothes for dinner. Dan wiped the sleep from his eyes and wandered toward his closet. When he opened the closet door and the interior light came on, he let out a blood-curdling scream "What the hell - where the fuck are my clothes!?! You fucking bitches!" Anticipating the uproar, Elizabeth walked through his door as he was leaving the walk-in closet. She grabbed him roughly by his ear and marched him into the bathroom. "I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house!" she demanded. She took a bar of soap from the sink and shoved it into his mouth. The humiliated boy struggled but was unable to break away from his much stronger step-mother and he began to cry uncontrollably. Elizabeth sat him on the toilet seat and released her grip on his ear but warned him to leave the soap in his mouth. "I cannot believe that I've had to resort to washing your mouth out with soap, like a child!" she said. "You can be sure that I will use whatever methods are necessary to improve your behavior and if that means treating you just like a child, I will do it. Now, I'm going to take that bar of soap from your mouth though you are forbidden from speaking other than to apologize for your rude language and to respond 'yes mommy' and 'no mommy' to my instructions." Choking back his tears, Dan whispered, "Yes Mommy. I'm sorry Mommy." "Sorry for what, Danny?" his step-mother pressed. "Mommy, I'm sorry for my bad language." "Your naughty language you mean?" she prodded. "Yes, Mommy. I'm very sorry for my naughty language, I promise I won't do it again," he sheepishly replied. "You can be sure that if you do little Danny, you will experience the same again or worse," Elizabeth scolded. "Now get those clothes off and get in the shower. I will be right back to help you with some of your new hygiene routines. First, though, I need to put together your outfit for dinner. Go on now, don't be bashful, strip off!" Dan slowly removed his clothes, embarrassed to be undressing in front of his step-mother and step-sister. He paused when he was down to only his boxer shorts. "Come on, panties too darling!" Elizabeth demanded. "Don't think you have something we haven't seen before, little one." Brenda giggled as the red-faced teen quickly lowered his boxer shorts and tried to cover himself. As quickly as possible, he jumped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut. Elizabeth and Brenda both giggled and looked at each other conspiratorially and let the bathroom. "Brenda, pick out some pretty panties for your step-sissy while I pick out the rest of his outfit," instructed Elizabeth. "We'll hold off on a bra for today but I think a little cami t-shirt with some Capri pants would look cute on our little girly-boy." Brenda picked out a pair of white nylon bikini panties with red hearts and a pretty little bow at the waist. The waist and leg openings had gathers that Brenda was sure would result in a very visible panty line. Taking her daughter's cue, Elizabeth picked out a pair of bright white Capri pants with a low waist and made of a fairly light cotton material. She also selected a red cami-top with spaghetti straps and a built-in shelf bra the waist of which would not reach the top of the capris, leaving about two inches of skin exposed. "Lay these out on the bed while I go take care of our little princess," instructed Elizabeth. "Also, pick out a pair of shoes, those red flip-flops with the stacked soles would be a good choice." Elizabeth quietly slipped back into the bathroom and retrieved a lady's razor and shaving cream from under the sink. She suddenly pulled open the shower curtain, causing Dan to scream from the fright. Once composed, Dan said, "What are you doing!?! You scared me to death! Could I please have some privacy?" "Due to your behavior, you do not deserve the privilege of privacy," explained the step-mother. "When you have demonstrated that you can be trusted, perhaps that privilege will be returned. Right, you need to develop some additional hygiene habits starting today. From now on, you will keep your body, below your eyebrows, clear of any hair. I will help you this time but I expect you to take care of this yourself every day from now on." "You have got to be kidding, there is no way I'm shaving my body," exclaimed Dan. Elizabeth slapped Dan's bare leg with enormous force, causing him to shriek and cower back into the corner of the shower. "You always seem to prefer things the hard way, don't you?" Elizabeth charged with frustration. "If you don't begin following my instructions - the first time - you will continue to suffer the consequences. And believe me, a little slap on your thigh is nothing compared to what I am capable of. Do you want to test me?" "Nnnnno, Mommy!" Dan replied. "That's what I thought! Now spray this cream on your legs, arms and chest. I will help with the little bit of hair on your back and when we're finished with those, I will take care of that little pubic patch of yours. If you cooperate, I may allow you to keep a little 'landing strip' of hair there," she said with a sneer. After Dan was completely denuded and his pubic hair was shaved into a small narrow strip above his equipment, he was instructed to finish showering. Elizabeth handed him some perfumed soap which he was told to use liberally. He was then instructed to wash and condition his hair with an equally fragrant shampoo and conditioner leaving him smelling like a field of lavender. Elizabeth handed the frightened boy a pink fluffy towel and instructed him to pat himself dry and wrap the towel around himself just over his chest as he had seen his step-sister do many times. "Now into the bedroom, Danny," instructed Elizabeth. Laura has your outfit laid out for you on the bed." As Dan rounded the corner from the bath, he stopped cold in his tracks as soon as he caught a glimpse of the clothes awaiting him. "Here, honey," said Brenda. "Put your pretty panties on first. Then we'll get the rest sorted out." "Please, don't make me wear those clothes," Dan begged. "I promise that I will be on perfect behavior. I've learned my lesson! Please, mommy, just let me wear my regular clothes." "I'm afraid it is too late for that," replied Elizabeth. "Now put your panties on with no more arguments or I'm going to paddle your bare ass with this hairbrush," she demanded picking up a large wooden hairbrush from the vanity. Dan timidly accepted the dainty panties from his step-sister and carefully stepped into them. As he drew the panties up his newly bare legs, he shivered visibly, drawing immediate notice from both Elizabeth and Brenda. They smiled brightly when they noticed that Dan's small manhood was beginning to stand at attention. "Mom, it looks to me like Danny likes his new undies," declared Brenda. Dan turned even more red with shame as he tried unsuccessfully to will his growing erection to disappear. "Do you want a few minutes alone to take care of that?" taunted the beaming step-mother. "Nnnnooo," pleaded the humiliated boy as the erection finally began to subside. "Here, then Danny," said Brenda laughing. "Put on these nice Capri pants before your little soldier gives you more trouble." Dan accepted the bright white pants from Brenda and stepped into them quickly. As he fastened the waist, he realized how form fitting the pants were. They hugged every curve of his body and were very snug in the crotch and on his butt. Brenda then gave the boy his girly red top which he pulled over his wet hair and attempted to pull down over the waistband of the capris. "Don't frustrate yourself, sugar," said Elizabeth. "Your cami is supposed to ride above those low-rise pants. You have such a pretty, flat stomach that we really should consider getting your belly button pierced!" "Mom, what are we going to do with him next?" asked Brenda. "Well, I think he needs a little more color," replied Elizabeth. "Why don't you help the little pansy with his toenails and fingernails while I try to do something with that mop of hair." Elizabeth sat Dan at the vanity and began drying his hair with a blow dryer while Brenda applied a pale pink nail polish to his toes and fingers. Dan sat in disbelief as when Elizabeth finished drying his hair, she picked up a pair of scissors and a comb. "What are you doing?" pleaded Dan. "Please don't cut my hair!" "Now, now sweet pea," Elizabeth teased. "I'm only going to clean up the split ends a little today. We'll make you an appointment at my salon when it is time for a real hair makeover." Dan trembled as Elizabeth trimmed his shoulder length hair, leaving him with a sort of pageboy style with bangs in the front. "I think you would look great with a little pixie cut, sweetie. Don't you?" she teased. "We will also probably want to consider some color, maybe some nice highlights. But that is all for later." By the time Elizabeth had finished his hair, his nails had all be finished and were mostly dry. "Be careful now, sugar, and don't mess up your nails," instructed Brenda. "They are not quite dry." Brenda placed the red flip flops on the floor in front of Dan and instructed him to slide his feet into them. The sandals had 2 inch stacked soles which made Dan a little unsteady at first. "Don't worry, Danny," said Elizabeth. "You'll be walking like a pro in heels much higher than that before you know it!" She pulled him by the arm over to the full length mirror hung from his closet door. There she made the sissy make a slow turn so they could all enjoy his new look. Dan was both shocked and mesmerized by his feminized image. While there was no mistaking him for a girl, he presented a wonderfully effeminate picture. As predicted, his panty lines were obvious and the tiny red hearts on his panties showed faintly through the white fabric of his Capri pants. The cami top looked cute on his tanned and hairless skin and his flat stomach was prominent between the low cut pants and he cropped top. While he had no breasts, the built-in shelf bra in the top made his chest resemble a girl in early puberty with breasts just budding. The sissified boy made quite a picture standing there gawking at himself in the mirror. "Earth to Danny!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "If you can pull yourself away from admiring your new look, we have just a couple of more things to do and then we are going to have dinner. Brenda, please brush some mascara lightly on Danny's lashes and do his lips with a nice pale lip gloss, something that would match his nails. I'm going to go downstairs to finish dinner. You two cuties come downstairs as soon as you are ready and set the table." As Elizabeth left the room, Brenda escorted Dan back to the vanity and had him sit in front of the lighted mirror. She took a tube of mascara out of a drawer filled with high quality cosmetics from her mother's Arbonne consultant and lightly brushed her sissy brothers lashes. She then selected a lip gloss and instructed Dan on puckering his lips to allow them to be coated by the shiny, pink gloss. "We've just got to get you to the MAC counter for a makeover and color evaluation, sweetie," teased Brenda. "Now come on, step- sissy, let's go down and set the table." "OK," replied the still shell-shocked girly boy. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Brenda warned. "Remember how mom instructed you to address me?' "Sorry.... Sis," replied Dan. After dinner was finished and Dan had cleaned up the dishes he was called into the family room where Brenda and Elizabeth were sitting. "We've been talking, my little step-pansy," began Elizabeth. "its still pretty early and we think we should take a quick trip to the mall to pick up a few things. Its only fair that you get to pick out some of your own things. Of course, we will have final say on what you buy or not." "Please, Mommy," Dan begged. "Don't make me go out looking like this!" "Oh nonsense my little petal, you may as well get used to being out and about with your new look. This is how you will be dressing for some time to come." "What if someone sees me, though? Someone I know?" pleaded Dan. "Well that's exactly what we want to happen, silly sissy!" said his step-mother. "It would be a complete waste to not show off the new you!" Brenda handed Dan a small white purse with a shoulder strap and instructed him to tie a red and yellow silk scarf to the strap. "Danny, I just love this look!" she teased. "It really dresses up your bag for you!" Elizabeth and Brenda each took one of Dan's arms and escorted him out the front door of the house to their car. He quickly scanned the neighborhood hoping he wouldn't be seen. He did not notice anyone as they slowly walked him to the car and opened the door to the back seat, instructing him to get in. "Now you may as well practice getting in and out of cars now while you are wearing pants," said Elizabeth. "You don't want the boys to see your panties in the future when you get into and out of a car in a skirt. Turn and put your little bottom on the seat first and then turn as you pull your legs in." Dan was sure he looked ridiculous as he followed his step-mother's instructions. "That's pretty good for your first time, Danny," complimented Brenda. "You'll have plenty more practice though to get it just right." "OK, girls," exclaimed Elizabeth. "Let's go shopping!" Chapter 7 - Just one of the girls As Bob drove back to the office, he caught a glimpse of his earrings in the rear-view mirror. Noticing his ultra-girly earrings reminded him that he had intended to buy some more discrete earrings while he was out. He noticed an import store in the adjacent shopping center and decided he could probably get something there without spending a fortune and running into a lot of people. He turned into the shopping center and parked near the door. As he exited his car, he remembered that he had switched to the pumps while at Nordstrom. Not having time to dig his flats out of the trunk, he just shrugged his shoulders and went ahead into the store, the heels of his new pumps clicking loudly on the tile floor. He made his way to the jewelry section and started looking through the hundreds of styles in the display racks. "May I be of service, ma'am," offered a woman as she approached him from the rear. Startled, Bob turned and tuned immediately crimson as the recognition of his true gender appeared on the sales clerk's face. "I'm just looking at the minute," stuttered Bob. Regaining her composure, the sales person responded "Well you just let me know when I can help. I'll be right over behind that counter." The salesperson rushed over behind the counter and began eagerly whispering in the ear of another woman who looked Bob's way and began to giggle. Pretty soon, every employee in the store was checking out the man dressed in a pretty woman's suit and 2 inch pumps. Bob quickly picked out several pairs of posts and small hoops in gold and silver and took them to the counter. "Oh, these are very nice," gushed the saleswoman. "I hope you found everything you were looking for. I'm pretty sure we have a nice necklace that would match the earrings you're wearing if you are interested." "No thank you," Bob responded. "These are not mine, I borrowed them from a co-worker." "Well that was sure nice of your girlfriend at work, or boyfriend, to loan you such a pretty pair of earrings," she teased. Bob blushed and paid for his earrings and left the store as quickly as he could. The saleswoman who helped him and three other women followed him to the door and urged him to come back again. "Not bloody likely," Bob thought to himself. Back in his car, he exchanged the chandelier earrings for a pair of small gold hoops. He returned to the office and walked in, the click-clack of his heels on the marble floor attracting everyone's attention. Amy rushed over and had Bob do a slow pirouette. "Bobbi dear, those pumps are just darling!" she squealed. "Where did you get them?" "I bought them at Nordstrom," he quietly replied. "They are having a sale and I was able to get this style in 4 colors." "How wonderful!" Amy replied. "There is nothing girls like better than a shoe sale!" At that moment Laura walked out of her office. She too noticed Bob's new footwear and quickly joined in the conversation. "Bobbi, those pumps are such an improvement over those awful shoes you were wearing earlier," she raved. "You look so much more professional in a nice conservative pump. I'll share a little secret also...pumps do wonders for how your bottom looks, especially in a suit skirt." Without thinking, Bob replied "That's what the shoe salesman at Nordstrom said." "Oh, you did go to Nordstrom?" she inquired. "Yes ma'am, just as you instructed," he answered. "Who was the sales specialist that assisted you?" "A man named Jerome helped me, why?" "Jerome is absolutely the best," exclaimed Laura. "I always ask for him to help me. He knows women's shoes better than anyone in town and is always up on the latest styles and trends. He also makes me laugh. He is such a little queen that he doesn't ever attempt to look up my skirt like some of those other lecherous salesmen unless he wants to compare my panties and pantyhose to those he's wearing under his suits. I'll bet that he was just gushing over you!" Amy chimed in, "Oh I also adore Jerome! I can only afford Nordstrom during their sales on my salary but whenever I'm there he is always the person who helps me. Did he ask you out? I'll bet you are just his type!" "OK girls, hen party's over! Let's get back to work," said Laura giving both Amy and Bob a pat on the butt. Bob and Amy returned to their desks. After getting settled, Bob took the earrings he had borrowed to Amy. "Here are the earrings I borrowed, Amy," he said. "Thank your for the loan but I picked up some of my own when I was out at lunch." "You are welcome, Bobbi," she replied. "Girls loan things to each other all of the time so it is always ok if you need to borrow something from me, a pad or tampon for example." Bob blushed at the idea of borrowing feminine hygiene products from a co-worker. He could not imagine ever doing anything so humiliating. "I don't think that will ever be necessary, but thanks anyway," Bob said. "Don't mention it. You never know, I may need to turn to you some day if I get in a jam and need a spare pair of pantyhose or period supplies if my time of the month should sneak up on me." Hoping to avoid further discussions along that vein, Bob turned to his computer and began reading his emails. Laura had been standing nearby and heard the discussion that Amy and Bob had just finished and took the opportunity to inflict some further shame on the sissy receptionist. "Bobbi, you know Amy is right," she began. "One never knows when a co-worker may be in a jam and need some emergency supplies. Tonight on your way home, I want you to stop at Walgreens and pick up some female supplies. Get a good selection as we all use different brands, sizes, etc. Pick up some tampons in both regular and super and get a few different kinds of pads, some pantyliners and some maxi-pads. I know I've really begun to like those pantyliners made just for thong panties so make sure you include those." The fact that Laura used thong pantyliners was TMF (too much information) for Bob. He did not even want to know that she wore a thong. "Bobbi, that would be so sweet," chimed in Amy. "It would also be great if you picked up some other items also, like feminine deodorant spray, some lubricant and douches. Keeping a couple of pairs of spare pantyhose in your desk would also be a good idea, in case you get a run." "Bobbi, I want you to dedicate one of your desk drawers to such supplies and you can add your nail care stuff to that same drawer," Laura instructed. "We'll call it your girly supply drawer. Maybe you should even put a label on the drawer, indicating just that." When the work day was finally finished, Bob headed home, stopping at the Walgreens as Laura had instructed. He picked up two shopping baskets at the door assuming all of the items he was supposed to purchase would not fit in one. He first stopped by the pantyhose rack and picked out 3 pairs of pantyhose, two in nude and one in black. As he was looking for his correct size, another shopper began looking through the selection as well. She did not at first notice that the person next to her was a man dressed in female clothes and shoes. When Bob had to bend down to get the black pair of hose from the bottom rack, she took more notice and smiled broadly. Recognizing Bob as a sissy, she mumbled something under her breath and giggled as he walked away. He found his way to the section of the store with the feminine hygiene products, near the pharmacy counter. As he was studying the dizzying array of brands, styles and sizes, the pharmacy technician noticed his puzzled look and his unu sual attire. "Excuse me sir, can I help you to find anything?" she asked merrily. "I love your outfit, by the way." Bob stuttered, "No thank you, ma'am. I think I can find everything I need myself." "Well if you need any help sweetie, please let me know. You may have trouble finding everything YOU need," she replied with heavy emphasis on the word you. Bob reviewed the list he had made at the office and surveyed the shelves for the last item he needed, the thong pantyliners that Laura had specifically requested. He looked and looked but could not find anything that appeared even close. Defeated, he made his way to the pharmacy desk to ask for help. Blushing, he asked the technician, "Excuse me ma'am, but do you have any pads that are specifically designed for thongs?" The pharmacy technician made a big commotion asking the other pharmacy workers if they had seen the new thong pantyliners. Everyone had a good laugh at Bob's expense as he stood at the counter waiting for assistance. The technician got on the intercom and called for the manager to assist in the feminine hygiene aisle. A few minutes later, a broad man with a vest and tie came walking down the aisle. "Hey Jim, this man is looking for a new product, those pantyliners designed for thong panties," she shouted loudly enough that Bob was sure everyone in the store could hear. "Can you help the poor thing? He has such terrible panty lines right now that I can understand why he would want to switch to thong panties." The manager took one look at Bob and broke out in hysterics. "Sure, Kari," he was barely able to speak through his laughter. "I'd be happy to help this little thing with his purchase." Within seconds, the manager found the product on the top shelf and looked back at Bob with a wide grin. "Here they are sweet pea," he taunted. "How many boxes do you need today?" Bob quietly muttered "just one thank you," He took the box from the manager and added it to his overflowing baskets of other feminine products and hurried as quickly as he could to the check- out counter, the heels on his pumps click-clacking all the way. After waiting in line for a few excruciating minutes, suffering the stares and giggles of everyone who walked through the door, it was finally his turn to put his baskets on the counter. The check-out clerk was a teenage girl. When she looked up and saw Bob in his feminine suit, she smiled broadly. She took all of the items from his baskets and piled them one by one on the counter and only then began to ring up the purchases. "Looks like you must be having a pretty heavy month, honey," she teased. "I'm glad you were able to find those thong pantyliners. Aren't they just great?" Bob paid for his purchases as quickly as possible, suffering further humiliation as he had to dig though his purse to find his credit card. "Don't purses just become black holes?" the cashier observed. "I don't know how MEN live without them, thou