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How Vitamins Changed my Life By: Rachael Free I just finished polishing Mandy's toenails making sure to keep the toes separated with cotton and allowed to dry before putting on a second coat. They were a work of art in bright pink. I made sure the cuticles were pushed back so the polish laid perfect on the nail without and ugly edge on the nail. Of course mine were also the same shade as hers and were done earlier in the afternoon. My fingernails were also perfectly manicured in the same color of varnish with ? inch curves extending out from each finger. I was so proud of how good my hands and toes looked with perfect a manicure and pedicure. My fingers seemed thinner and very delicate with a perfect manicure. Mandy commented on how good they looked and what I good job I did as I blushed in recognition of my expertise in personal grooming. I was always expected to wear rubber gloves when I did housework so that my hands would remain soft and supple and that my polish never chipped or wore away. I was expected to change the color every other day too making sure I cared for my hands and feet as if they were something special. I even wore special gloves and socks with rubber linings when I went to bed making sure I moisturized my hands and feet with proper lotions and creams before retiring for the night. Mandy's fetish for smooth hands and feet became my obsession also. Not only was I supposed to take care of my hands and feet but my entire body (except for my long blonde hair) was to be hair free and moisturized each day (except for my Brazilian) so I was smooth as a babies skin. I spent and hour each morning after showering with flowery lotions while taking extra care of my smooth face and neck. The laser hair removal made it easy for me to keep hairless and not have to shave at all. It used to be such a pain shaving every morning but now I can spend the time making sure I cater to my body. That seems to be my whole goal in life right now, to be the most beautiful creature I can be. Mandy offers her time for charities now to keep herself busy during the day. We are financially secure with our investments, early stock buyout and Mandy's unbelievable buyout and bonus offer from the healthcare system she worked at for 8 years. We will never have to work again. Besides that, we share our home with two others and bills are no problem. I simply take care of the house and make sure I am the best "housewife" and maid I can be. Oh did I forget to tell you I'm Mandy's husband. Or well I used to be. My name was Victor Cummings. Now I'm known as Vicky (Victoria to my closest friends and lover). I now possess a beautiful 42D set of perky beauties with very nice sensitive nipples and large areolas. The procedures performed to my body (remove fat and mold my body) has given me a 42-24-38 shape without a corset. Of course I did go through corset training and still like to wear one to make my lovely cleavage really stand out. My boyfriend, no sorry...fianc?e, wants me to make sure the investment he made in the new me is well taken care of and kept fit and trim for him to use at any time. I don't have any male plumbing anymore, only a wonderful new pussy. Everything was removed as a result of my stupidity. How in the world did I ever get to this stage in my life? It's really quite simple. Sit back and enjoy as I tell you my tale. ********************************** As Victor Cummings, Senior VP of sales for a small metalworking company, I was on top of the world. Standing 5'9" and 180 lbs., I was a formidable component in basketball, baseball, softball, soccer, well just name it. I was very competitive and fast. I had risen to VP level in just 8 short years and was well respected among my peers. Mandy and I met in college and fell in love. Mandy is 5'8" and 140 lbs. with a beautiful figure. She is really a knockout too. Soon after graduating we married and moved to Chicago for my new company. I started in sales and was very successful in my job. The financial rewards were great and we moved to the suburbs into a very nice house. Mandy couldn't have children and I never pushed the subject with her. Mandy was an only child and I have a two year younger married sister living in Hawaii. Both our parents had died early and Mandy and I were on our own. Our life was really perfect with no responsibilities other than to each other. Mandy found a job in healthcare and she also was very successful, no I mean extremely successful in a short period of time. We commuted every day for an hour but really didn't mind the trip by train back into the city. It gave us time to talk every day to and from work. We became best friends, not just lovers or husband and wife. We could tell each other anything that was on our minds without worrying about how each other would feel. No subject was off limits and I would talk with her about women's fashions, the latest hairdo's and so on and she would talk about the golf matches and loved football season. She was a true Bear's fan and I a true Cubby fan. As I said, we were best friends. The company I worked for was going through some hard financial times. We were trying to compete against the big boys in the industry and there was always pressure to increase sales. We were also prime for a takeover. Well guess what? A Japanese company did have their eye on us and our investors were courted heavily, finally accepting a buyout offer making them very rich. I too was financially rewarded from the stock price and the buyout. The bad news was that the new company would integrate into the existing company making many of us redundant. No one knew for sure who would stay or who would be let loose. The problem was the industry was not healthy and jobs were scarce. This was a scary time for all of us. D-day hit and the entire management level was "fired". Here I was 30 something and no job. Mandy told me not to worry and that we could survive on her salary alone. My pride didn't allow that though and I felt like I betrayed her. We didn't travel together to work and our talks were non- existent. I tried looking for work but wouldn't take a job for less than a third of what I made with my old company. This went on for five months as I slipped into a deep depression. I would sleep in to 10AM, clean up the bedroom and sit and watch TV most of the day. I would take care of the lawn and other basic chores but didn't really have the heart to do anything extra. My weight dropped and I became soft and weak, not the trim, fit body I had when I was working and being active in sports. I withdrew from all my sporting activities including golf and became a major couch potato. Mandy would try and get me to do things and get more active but I felt like a loser and every day without a job proved it. One day I woke up early just after Mandy had left for the city and told myself that was it. If I had to stay at home, I would make it the best home anyone could imagine. It was like an epiphany. I started cleaning myself up, cleaning each room of the house, tended to the lawn, the flowers and had dinner ready for Mandy when she came home. I felt like I was finally contributing. During my renewal I ordered some vitamins from a TV commercial. They promised revitalization of muscles, greater energy, better stamina, a feeling of wellness and they were all natural from the rainforest in Africa. The company pushing the vitamins was South African and boasted testimonial after testimonial of how good they worked and the successes using the products. Not knowing anything about the drug industry and the typical compounds in the drugs, I trusted their sales pitch and testimonials. As part of the new me I ordered a years supply and soon was taking almost 10 pills of various colors and sizes each day. They really did make a difference in my energy, focus and health in a short period of time. My weight still dropped though and my muscle mass seemed to stabilize even though I was doing more exercises. Oh well, at least I wasn't getting fat. My stamina increased and I felt very healthy from the supplements. Mandy was really proud of me and commented on how good I looked and how happy she was that I was the old me. My work at home became my life and I didn't have any urge to get back into looking for work or playing sports. I even loved working with the flowers, manicuring the lawn and gardens making sure to have fresh flowers in the house and in our bedroom every day. My cooking skills improved and I was serving gourmet dishes every night. I enjoyed becoming the house husband. I even liked ironing. Yes ironing. I could be exact in my creases and I strived to take every wrinkle out of a garment. After a few months the fall weather approached forcing me to spend more time inside than out. I made sure the gardens were well tended for the winter. I was going to miss being outside but Chicago winters are cold and everyone stays inside. My work clothes were getting grubby too and I started throwing them out opting for loose shorts and tees in the summer and finally loose sweats and sweaters in the colder season. I would stay in these clothes every day and didn't try on any of my suits or dress clothes for over six months. Mandy came home from work one night and told me that we were invited to a cocktail party. I realized I hadn't been out to a party or even associated with my old friends since being let go. I agreed and that night we looked over my clothes and suits to see what I would wear. I tried on a couple of my old suits but with my losing weight, the waist was too big and the jacket just hung on me. Oddly enough though, my butt seemed tight in the pants. I tried tightening the belt but the pants looked ridiculous with my waist much smaller and my ass sticking out. Mandy said we should go get some new clothes and planned on shopping the next day. We went to the local mall and tried all the major stores catering to menswear. Forget the suits. They would all have to be taken in and they wouldn't be ready for the party. They would also look odd with how much needed to be altered. Store after store but no success. The clothes just didn't fit right. We finally ended up in a "European" designer store with very stylish clothes for men and women, expensive too. The styles were too androgynous to my liking but Mandy liked them and we could mix and match things to make a set. The shirt she chose was kind of silky and the pants had no pockets but fit pretty well. The best fit all day. She also chose a soft sweater in a light pink color to match the pants and shirt. I guess it was OK, they were "men's" things and her reasoning to match fabrics and colors made perfect sense. She even bought me some silky underwear and thin calf high socks (nylon) so the pants would look trim and fit. The shoes were also very European and could have been worn by a woman. A little higher heel than I liked too but she told me how good they looked with the outfit and I just agreed. That Friday I cleaned up, made sure my fingernails and hands were clean (Mandy's obsession), dressed myself in my new clothes and got ready for Mandy to come home. I made some canap?s and had some wine opened. We shared in her days activities while eating the canap?s and savoring the fine wine. She complimented me on my clothes and how stylish I looked. As she passed me in the kitchen she swatted my ass. "My but aren't we getting a little plump in the bottom honey". Plump, yes I was getting plump but did she have to say it. I looked at her and she came up to me and hugged me saying I looked great and not to worry myself about it. I had time to work it off now that I'd be inside for winter. I wore the sweater around my neck folding the arms over my shoulder. The colors did really match good and I did feel very stylish. Not many men were wearing casual clothes and about half had on suits. I felt a little out of place but enjoyed the party anyway. Mandy and I left the party and drove home getting home around midnight. She couldn't wait, stripping off her clothes and mine as we made our way to the bedroom. We were both tipsy from all the alcohol and couldn't wait for some sparks to fly. I only had my nylon socks and underwear on and quickly took off my socks. I was about to drop the underwear when she told me to leave them on. She left her bra and panties on too telling me she wanted to feel the two of us together in silky things. I have to tell you, sliding against each other was incredibly sexy and I was harder than I have ever been. Mandy began to kiss me like a wanton bitch in heat. I could tell she was ready for some major sex. The wine and alcohol removed any inhibitions we had as she ground her body against mine almost dry humping me on the bed. Mandy was in heat and I loved it. She made all the moves and seemed to enjoy rubbing my cock through the nylon undies while kissing me and nibbling on my ears. I laid back enjoying the attention. Mandy lowered her head to my nipples and spent the next half hour driving me absolutely crazy with her sucking and biting. I couldn't take it any more and helped her down to my now swollen cock. She played with me through my nylon undies, stroking and toying with my meat. I was ready to explode at any time as she slid off my undies and removed her too. She came back up and positioned herself over my cock and lowered herself onto me. She was wet from being excited and I slid into her without any trouble. We fucked for what seemed like hours in our usual position as well as some new ones Mandy came up with. I was in heaven. Then all of a sudden Mandy got off me and moved up to my face. She lowered her pussy down onto my mouth and told me to start eating her out. She never really talked like this before but I was so turned on I just obeyed. I ate Mandy out licking her inside and out, one lip to another, paying attention to her now swollen clit. She started bucking as I brought her to an orgasm. Mandy has been known to squirt at times and she let herself release into my mouth. The sensation and taste were incredible. She got up and remounted me as I came inside of her in less than a minute. I was floating as we both came down from our high and just laid back enjoying the rush. She slid undies back up on me and put some on her too. We laid in each others arms as we fell into a deep sleep. We woke the next day with Mandy stroking my ass in the underwear. I was wearing hers and she was wearing mine. We must have had some fun last night as she giggled telling me what a great lay I was. I actually blushed. It was a great time though. My nipples seemed a bit sore though. I wonder what she did last night to make them sore. Oh well, what I remember was fantastic. I got out of bed and noticed how well her panties fit. They didn't pinch me like mine did and the seemed to mold to my ass. I looked in the mirror and Mandy also noticed. "Wow, you look great in those dear. Maybe we have to get some more for you to wear." They did feel good I have to admit. I threw on my robe and went down to fix some coffee. Mandy followed and came up to me rubbing my ass through the robe. She nibbled on my ear and said, "Come on sweet cheeks. Let's forget the coffee. I have something sweet and tasty for you." I turned to her and she took my hand leading me back to the bedroom. Mandy laid me down and mounted me with her tits matching my chest and her pussy grinding into me. She worked her way down my body kissing me, sucking on my nipples which now were very sensitive and down to my panty covered crotch. She licked me from the outside getting me very aroused and hard. I looked down and could see myself getting hard in her pink panties and got incredibly turned on. She could tell and licked the inside of my thighs while she played with my nipples with her hands. I was in heaven. I felt so excited, so wanted, so, well vulnerable. She pulled my pink panties aside and pulled hers aside too releasing my now hard cock. She licked my up and down getting me moist for insertion. I could feel her lower herself down on me as we began to make passionate love. She laid down on top of me kissing me as she ground her pussy into me forcing my cock deep up inside of her. We climaxed together as she cried out with each thrust. I couldn't believe I could go another round after last night. It just felt so, so good and so, so sexy. We melded together only as lovers can do both orgasming. She finally collapsed onto me exhausted from our love making. I just held her as she nuzzled into me. We dozed off and woke with the sun coming in the window. She kissed me deeply and said, "Now I am ready for some coffee." With that, I got up, put my robe back on. Readjusted my private back into the panties and went to finish the coffee. I came back I the bedroom and she was sitting up against the pillows with a very content smile on her face. "You are one very sexy man dear. You can keep my panties too. I know you loved it as much as I did." I seemed to blush again. Where did all this blushing come from. I never blushed before. After coffee we got up and showered. Our undies definitely needed some laundering with all that juice between us. I put on my new silky underwear and could tell they didn't fit as good as Mandy's. I slipped on my sweat pants and tee shirt like normal. My nipples were really sore and the rubbing against the cotton fabric began to bug me. I came out to the kitchen finding Mandy reading the newspaper and munching on a bagel. I grabbed a donut as she said, "Better watch out for those carbs dear. Everything will settle in your ass." She was right....less carbs for me. I took a grapefruit and enjoyed my breakfast. I had some cleanup work in the basement scheduled for Saturday while Mandy went and had a manicure and pedicure. She had a standing Saturday appointment at a spa for her nails. She was obsessed with how they looked and how well she kept her hands and feet. On Sunday nights I would massage her feet and hands and file some of the rough spots on her feet before applying foot and hand cream. She would then don special gloves and socks designed for these treatments. A nice powder blue color. Kind of reminded me of rubber inside but I guess that's what they are designed for. Working in the basement was hot and sweaty and my chest was really beginning to bother me. My nipples seemed to be rubbing on my shirt and become very raw. I tried loosening up the tee shirt by stretching it but that just seemed to make the rubbing even worse. I finally had to stop and sit down for a bit. Mandy came home while I was in the kitchen taking a break when I told her I had a little problem. I proceeded to tell her about the rubbing and soreness in my nipples. I felt I could tell her anything and she was genuinely concerned. She asked if I was doing anything different, changed shampoos, changed clothes detergents, anything that might cause a reaction. I couldn't think of anything. I was still taking my vitamins but the soreness didn't start until two weeks ago. I had been taking the vitamins now for over six months. Mandy went to the bathroom and came back with two large 2 inch band-aids. Here, let's try these. They may help stop the chafing. I took off my shirt as she gasped. "Wow, they look real sore and puffy. Did I do that to you last night?" I nodded and she told me she was sorry. The band-aids should help. I don't have much chest hair so I hoped taking them off wouldn't be a problem. I put the tee shirt back on and the band-aids did make an improvement. A least I could move without them hurting. They still felt puffy though. I finished the work in the basement and had a nice dinner with Mandy. We were both tired from the previous evening and mornings aerobic activities and retired early. I still had the band-aids on because the tee shirt I slept in would still hurt them. We woke up on Sunday morning fresh and ready to start the day. We had breakfast, showered and got dressed. I removed the band-aids after the shower and felt the soreness return. Boy taking them off hurt too. Mandy was looking at me a little odd when she said. "You know what, Ill bet if you wear a silky top your nipples won't hurt. I'll bet the cotton or the chemicals are bothering you." She went into her closet and came out with a silky camisole. I looked at her and said, "I'm not wearing that, that's for girls." She said, "OK then, suffer Mr. Macho man." I looked back at her and took the cami. I didn't want to hurt again and removing the band-aids hurt more than I expected. I slid the cami over my head and it dropped down over my chest. The silky feel was much nicer and there was no pain. She threw me a button down shirt and told me to put it over the top. Once I buttoned it up you couldn't really tell I had the silky cami on. She then threw me a matching pair of panties to the cami. "Here, you may as well wear the set. I don't want things washed unmatched." She was right, it looked like I'd be wearing the cami until my chest stopped hurting and washing it without the panties would ruin the set. At least it made sense to me at the moment. I put on the panties and they felt like a glove. They fit much better than my old cotton undies or even the new silky men's undies. These seemed to fit me without any bunching or pinching. I put on some more sweats as she said we were going shopping. Shopping, twice in a week. Oh well, she must need some things. Off to the mall we went again. Mandy was on a mission while I strolled around the store looking at electronics, tools, you know the drill. I met her checking out and saw a pile of women's lingerie and clothes. She must be ready to work out is all I could think of at the time. I took the backs as we went to the lotion store. She stocked up on foot lotions, hand lotions, body creams, medicated body creams and so on. I grabbed the bags again and she said we were done. We drove home and I carried in all the purchases. We were in the bedroom when she unpacked the clothing bags. There were three sets of camisoles and panty sets, two very thin bras, and two pastel colored jogging sets, definitely women's though. She folded the camis and panties and began putting them in my underwear drawer. "Hey, what are you doing?" I said. "Well if your going to wear these from no on, I don't want you ruining mine. These should do for a few weeks. I picked up the bra. It read 36nearly A. Mandy was a 38C. Oh no, she got this for me too. The jogging sets too. What was she trying to do to me. "Hey baby, I know this is a shock to you but we can't have you uncomfortable any more in clothes. They are only clothes. What's the big deal. Here, lets try the bra on. There's no padding or form and no underwire so it won't give you any cleavage. It will just wrap around your chest and protect you nipples. I also thought the jogging suit may fit better too and your things are getting really ratty looking. Here let's try on the bra. Before you try it on though, I have some medicated cream that may help reduce the soreness. I took off my shirt and camisole as she opened one of the creams she bought and started rubbing it on my puffy chest. Id did feel good as she rubbed the cream in, almost a little too good. I was getting goose bumps and tingling down my spine as she brushed her hand across my nipples. The nipples were actually getting hard too as she continued applying the cream. She finished and said, "OK let's try the bra now baby." She helped me with the bra she showed me how to wrap it around and hook it together, spin it around my body and into place and then put my arms into the straps. I followed her instructions fumbling a bit then got it in place. She helped fit the straps and was pleased how well it fit. She was right, no pushing up or making boobs on me. The soft material did make an immediate improvement in how my chest felt. She told me to put the camisole back on to further help friction with my clothing. Next she threw me the bottoms to the jogging set. I pulled the pants up and they fit great. Snug in the waist and just the right amount of room in the ass. She had me put the top on and it fit perfect too. A little room in the top though where my boobs would be. Oh well, It felt good and fit good too. "There, you look great dear. I had a feeling they fit better. They are just for around the house anyway. No ones going to know." I looked in the mirror and saw me, but in a bunch of girls clothes. The odd thing is, they felt fabulous. I didn't want to show too much enjoyment though. The weeks seemed to fly by as Mandy fell back into her schedule of work while I tended to the domestic chores in the house. I cleaned every week, did the food shopping, did the laundry taking special care of Mandy's and my lingerie, and did all the cooking. I also found myself enjoying painting floral arrangements in our studio as well as arranging the flowers I cut into beautiful centerpieces. I wore jogging suits every day and even had to order more loose clothing on line. I bought more women's jogging suits, women's exercise sets, and even loose women's khaki's. Men's pant's just didn't seem to fit right anymore. I found that I could wear tees over my camisole and bought some tank tops and other short sleeved tees from Victoria's secret and other women's stores for working around the house. aI even liked the bright colors more than the drab grey and blue colors from the men's section. Even with the workouts and increased exercise my ass still remained plump and my chest never seemed to reduce the swelling. By using the bra and camisole though my nipples and tissue didn't chafe anymore. One problem solved. The bra seemed to be getting a bit tight though. I also found that I didn't have to shave every day but every third day. My skin was also very smooth and the little hair I had on my arms and legs seemed finer. I could count the hairs on my chest and liked the way I looked with my tight abs. They weren't that tight now though. Soft and smooth but firm. My activities also extended out to the neighborhood. I felt comfortable that everyone basically ignored me and didn't see me as a guy in drag but a normal girl. I would even have some fun and wear some makeup and lipstick to complete the illusion. As long as I got cleaned up before Mandy got home it was OK. It was my fun time and I liked faking people out about my gender. I had tried crossdressing when I was a kid and enjoyed the entire process of making myself look like a girl. The clothes helped with the illusion as did the longer hair. I let it grow because I really didn't want to go and get haircuts anymore and it helped hide me as a man and not some odd shaped freak. I liked long hair anyway so what was the big deal. I would play with teasing it and setting it while Mandy was off at work. No big deal, It was just fun trying new things. I would also venture out and go shopping in the malls and local strip stores. I was usually mistaken for a girl and got a kicjk out of getting people to help me or getting a drink or meal for free. It was just fun to play around without any responsibility. One day while I was jogging around the block and through the park I saw two guys (teenagers) watching me from a bench. I had to pass them to finish the jog. As I approached them one guy jumped up and blocked my way. The other teen came up behind me and hindered my escape. I was now stuck and felt scared and vulnerable. There it is again, vulnerable. "Hey baby, how about taking care of us. You know.....blow us." I felt disgusted. I was too weak and much smaller than the two of them. I couldn't fight these guys and worried what they would do if they found out I was a man. I blabbered out something about having to get home and my family was waiting. They just laughed at me and pulled me back into the bushes. "You scream and you die" one said. I was pushed down and one guy lowered himself down onto me and began humping me. He started kissing me as I tried to fight back. "Hey baby, if you don't start acting like a true bitch and please us, we'll really fuck you up. Now start kissing me and show me you like me." I was petrified and couldn't believe I was here ready to kiss another guy and give these two guys blowjobs. The one teen lowered his head and pushed his lips up to mine as he opened my mouth and began frenching me. "Come on baby, show him you like it." I had to kiss him back. I hated every minute. The strange thing is I started to enjoy the kiss. I closed my eyes and just let him have me. I kissed him back frenching him and sucking on his face. Strange thing too is that I wasn't getting hard. Even though I could feel the sexual anxiety and a tickle in my stomach, my member didn't flinch. We must have kissed for 10 minutes when the other pushed his buddy off and started all over with me. My mouth was getting tired as is tongue went down my throat. I kissed him back for all it was worth hoping that they would be satisfied with only kissing. Little did I realize the other had lowered his pants and was stroking himself for a blow job. The kissing stopped and I was pulled up to my knees right in front of a huge cock. Mine was nice but this was a monster. He grabbed my head and hair and forced his cock into my mouth. "Don't bite me or else," he said as I started to take him into my mouth. I could taste the salty flavor of his precum as he pulled my head back and forth. He let me go and I reached up and grabbed the base of his cock and started blowing him myself. I felt a ripple of excitement while feeling disgusted at the same time. They really thought I was a hot chick. I blew him until I could feel him tighten up. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" is all I heard and then I felt him let a huge load into my mouth. "Swallow it bitch. You better not spill any." I tried my best to take it down in one gulp but there was too much and it started oozing out of my mouth. "Catch it bitch. Lick it up" I heard and I moved my hand to my face to catch the cum. I felt him soften up still holding some of the cum in my mouth. I wiped my face and sucked off my fingers like I was told. I was finally able to swallow the rest of the cum in my mouth and felt so disgusted, so betrayed, so used. Just when I thought I was done, the other teen came up with his pants down and cock hard and I proceeded to take him into my mouth and blow him. I felt a chill down my spine as I heard him moan, call me his beautiful bitch, and his cum hungry slut. Yes I was all of these things at this moment. I still had my eyes closed as I grabbed his cock and licked and sucked and slurped him up. He came just like the first guy in buckets. This time I could hold him and swallowed every drop without spilling any. He softened up and pulled away pulling his pants back up. I looked at the ground with cum on my mouth, my face and in my hair. I kissed two guys like I liked it. Oddly, there was a sense of sexual excitement and thrill from all that happened. It was over and all I wanted to do was go home. But not just yet. The first guy thought it would be fun if I would give him a rim job. That sickened me even more. How more humiliating could it get. He laid on his back in front of me and ordered me to eat and lick his asshole. I was so beaten I just leaned forward and acted like I was hungrily enjoying his asshole. I licked until he couldn't stand the sensation and pulled away. Now I was a true slut. I had cum all over me and smelled like shit. They pulled up their pants and ran off leaving me on my knees and in a mess. I tried to fix my hair and straighten myself up. I could only walk back to the house after being so violated. I'm glad they didn't want to fuck me. I would surely be dead if they found out I was really a guy. I reached the house and immediately showered. I could still taste the cum and the guys shit in my mouth. I lingered in the shower for 30 minutes and dried off. I looked at myself and could only cry. I was now a cock sucking whore and slut. What did I do to deserve this? I cleaned up, dressed, made dinner and waited for Mandy to get home. She could never know what happened to me in the park. Just never know. I woke early and was showering the next morning when Mandy came into the bathroom as I stepped out. Usually she was gone when I showered and she came to an abrupt stop and just looked at me. She put her hand over her mouth and gasped. "You have boobs! And look at your curves and ass. What's happening to you"? I seriously didn't see the huge changes over the past few months but knew my things were getting tighter. I started to tear up as she came up to me and hugged me. "We'll have to get you checked out and see what's wrong. OK? I'll make the appointment with my doctor for Saturday. Now get dressed so we can talk a bit before I go." I dried myself and looked at myself from top to bottom. If you take away my head, I did look like a budding teenager. When I held up a mirror and looked from behind, my shoulder length hair draped over my shoulders, my narrow waist leading to my now very curvy ass did look like a girl's body. I needed to see a doctor and figure out what was happening. I had now been out of work for over a year and for all intense and purposes, looked like a pubescent girl, not a 30 something man. Mandy and I drove to the doctor on Saturday morning. I felt so bad she couldn't get a manicure or pedicure. I was upsetting her schedule. The doctor was Mandy's gynecologist. It was the only doctor who could see me in such short notice. We sat in the waiting room as Mandy was called up to the desk. "Are you sure you're in the right office Mrs. Cumming's. This say's Victor Cummings but all I see is a girl." Mandy whispered and came back to the seat patting me on my leg. The only clothes I could fit in was a bright pink workout suit with the words "Hot Stuff" on the bottom. I ordered them as a joke for Mandy. My feet were smaller and I could fit into Mandy's pink and white tennis shoes. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I wore a baseball hat with my ponytail sticking out the opening to hide my face. My top showed signs of my budding breasts. I now filled the nearly A cup and had to get new bras soon. We were called into the office and I sat on the examining table with stirrups in place. Mandy sat in a chair waiting for the doctor. The door opened and a woman doctor around 40 walked in. She was dressed in a pink skirt suit with tan nylons, 4" heels, manicured fingernails and made up very beautifully. Her hair was cut in a very reserved style. She sat down and began to ask why we were there. She knew I signed in as Victor but didn't want to jump to any conclusions. After about 10 minutes she asked if it was alright to examine me. I felt embarrassed. I had only undressed in front of Mandy. Mandy held my hand and told me it was all right. I removed my sneakers and pink socks, jogging top, my camisole, my bra, lowered my pants, and removed my panties. She handed me a gown and I pulled it up to my body to hide my breasts. "Take a seat on the table, OK?" I sat back up on the examining table as she had me lay back. "Now put your feet into these stirrups for me." I did so and felt so open, so vulnerable. She proceeded to examine me from head to toe. She probed my butt feeling for my prostate, felt my testicles, measured my cock and even stroked it to erection while measuring it's length and size. She paid special attention to my breasts, massaging them, fondling them, squeezing them and cupping them to determine size. She felt my glands, measured muscle tone, fat density, took blood, urine and had me even masturbate in a side restroom to get a semen sample (little as it was). There was really nothing left to check. She asked me about my diet, my exercise routine, the past years history and if I took any medications or supplements. I told her about the supplements and she wanted Mandy to bring back a sample of all the pills I was taking. After an hour she told me I could get dressed. Mandy helped me and giggled when she saw the bra was too tight for me. I was now a 36B. I dressed and we went to her office. She told us that she thinks that somehow I was subjected to massive doses of female hormones and that it was too late to stop the changes. She believed I was chemically neutered. I was somehow introduced to very strong doses and I should prepare for the worse. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was too much to comprehend. She would rush the samples and hope to have word back to us by Monday morning. She told us to go home and try to relax. It wasn't life threatening but may be life changing. Mandy and I left and went home. We didn't talk until we got home. She sat me down on the couch and we discussed what the doctor said, our alternatives and choices for our future. Mandy knew she couldn't have children so that wasn't a problem. My body changes would continue though and we had to figure out how to cope with them and how we were going to live our lives together. We spent the evening crying in each others arms, laughing about having to buy a new wardrobe, being mad that I could be so stupid taking strange drugs, and sitting silent wondering what was to come next. Sunday came and went. We basically tried avoiding each other waiting for the results from the tests. Monday morning came and the phone rang at 10AM. It was the doctor. Mandy took the call and I could see her eyes well up as she took a tissue and wiped away the tears. She hung up the phone and took my hand. We sat at the kitchen table as she told me the results. I was truly chemically neutered. My testicles were useless and it was doubtful my male member would ever perform with the hormone regimen I was being recommended to undertake. I had to make some choices that needed to be addressed in the next year. We talked again for hours with more tears. I felt so horrible that I even told her what had happened in the park a week earlier. I felt compelled to tell her everything. She was shocked and in awe. I could tell she was hurt but she paid more attention to me and my feelings at the moment. I finally held Mandy's hand and told her how sorry I was, how stupid it was for me to take the "vitamins" without asking more questions, and how stupid it was of me not to get help when I first started noticing the changes in my body. She told me it was all right and that we would live together as a couple. I still loved her and she loved me. How was I ever going to be her Victor ever again. We were asked to meet with the doctor on Friday. Mandy had me make sure I was clean and wore as conservative panties and bra for the doctor's visit. Mandy and I had gone shopping on Wednesday and had me fitted for a new bra. I was a 36B. We purchased some new ones with underwire, padding and a real sexy one from Victoria's Secret. It had a matching panty that Mandy made sure we purchased too. The new bras did fit much better and I now looked like a budding teenager in my clothes. Small but noticeable boobs, yes boobs. I wore a neutral colored jogging suit for our visit not to draw too many looks from the girls in the office. We entered the office and sat waiting our turn for the doctor. We both went to the examining room and waited for the doctor. She came in and asked to disrobe again and had another thorough examination. This time she spent a lot of time in my ass saying she needed to evaluate my prostate. I hate to say it but it did feel good. She felt up my now full tits sending a shiver down my spine as she measured and brushed my nipple. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't look like I enjoyed it too much. I could tell Mandy knew what was going on and as I opened my eyes I could see a little smirk on her face. I immediately blushed knowing she caught me. The doctor just went through the examination drawing more blood, taking another semen sample and some odd tests with my feces. That was something new. She told me to get dressed and meet her in her office again. Mandy helped me with my bra and camisole as I finished dressing. I looked at her and she smiled saying, "It felt pretty good didn't it?" as I looked to the ground blushing again. We finished up and went to the doctor's office. We sat listening to all of the options. She discussed hormone treatments because I wasn't producing any male hormones any more and needed a balance in my system, cosmetic options (face, breast and body) and yes, the final surgery. I was also told to stop taking the "vitamins". Way too much in too short a period of time to even consider. Mandy was listening very close and asked a million questions. I was basically sitting there contemplating my new life and reflecting on my old one. Mandy was given pages and pages of information as we stood up and left the doctor's office. We drive home quietly as we picked up some things in the grocery store for dinner. I unpacked the things and began fixing dinner as usual. I prepared a nice light meal of chicken breasts, broccoli and a salad. We ate only talking about insignificant things. I cleaned up and joined Mandy in the living room watching TV. I sat on the couch next to her as she reached over and stroked my hair. I looked at her as she said, "Well what should we call you now dear?" I just cried as she held me in her arms. I was going to be a girl, her girl. After composing myself I could tell Mandy wanted to discuss the new arrangements. She didn't want to change my name too much so we settled on Victoria, Vicky for short. Kind of like the movie isn't it? We discussed sleeping arrangements, bathroom things, clothes and closet space, shoe space, and so on and so on until midnight. We avoided the changes that would continue to occur with my body. She shut off the TV and said it was time for bed. I followed her and entered our bedroom where only a short time ago we were making passionate love. She went to dresser and took out a beautiful baby blue babydoll nightie with matching panties. She handed it too me telling me I would look great wearing it to bed. I removed my jogging suit and lingerie and put on the sheer panties and babydoll. It fit perfect with my own boobs filling out the top. Mandy put on a similar babydoll in another color as we climbed into bed. I could feel our bodies meld together as we caressed each other through our finery. She played with my nipples sucking and licking them sending cold shivers down my spine. It was truly a heavenly experience. Mandy was making love to me as a girl, her girlfriend, her lesbian girlfriend. I returned her advances and suckled her tits and finally made love to her orally. Her taste was incredible. She was also enjoying the experience as only two girls can do. We slipped into a restful sleep in each others arms. We woke to bright sunshine and made love again without any penetration. Sorry, my penetration. Mandy took a vibrator out of the drawer and we played with it for over an hour. She had orgasm after orgasm. I could tell she was pleased. She then lubed the vibrator up and had me lay on some pillows as she slowly and softly probed my ass and slid the vibrator into me. She was very careful and loving and I had, as what I believed, my first orgasm as a girl. It was totally different than a man, ejaculating and getting soft. It lasted for what seemed eternity and the feeling was out of this world. She knew I loved it and she kissed me deeply as we got up, put on silky robes and went to have some breakfast. We talked more about my bodily changes, my female life, men problems like in the park, clothes, etc, etc. etc. We talked until noon when she said it was time to clean up. We showered together as she washed me, playing with my tits and nipples and really treating me like something special. She helped me shave my legs and arm pits and trimmed up my pubes so that I would look better in my panties. I washed her and made her feel like a queen. We dried off as she showed me what astringents, moisturizers and creams I need to apply after my shower. She was very understanding when I looked at her quizzically and asked stupid questions. She helped me with my bra and panties as I did her. I felt so loved and yet everything was so unfamiliar to me. I lived with Mandy for over 10 years now and really didn't know everything she went through to look beautiful for me. Mandy had me put on one of her cashmere sweater sets and a knee length frilly skirt. She had me put on tan pantyhose too. I felt great in the sweater and skirt and loved the silky fell as the skirt brushed up against my legs. She had me sit in front of the vanity as she worked on my hair, styling it up in a very sexy fluffy style. She then proceeded to work on my face explaining all the products and tools (brushes, pads, etc.) she was using to apply the foundations and makeup. She then outlined my lips and put some lipstick on me. She wouldn't let me watch while she worked and then had me look in the mirror when she was finished. I stood up and was amazed. Victor was no more. A very pretty girl stared back at me looking very stylish in her skirt and sweater. My face looked beautiful. I could tell it was me but I looked beautiful. Mandy was behind me smiling as she hugged my shoulders. My hair was perfect with little tendrils of curled hair falling around each ear. Mandy went to get herself done as I just stood and stared at myself. I tried posing a bit as Mandy let out a few laughs at me. She told me to go find a pair of heels while she finished. I looked in her closet and found a nice white pair with a 4" heel. Mandy told me to try them and see how I walked. They slipped on very easy with the nylons and to tell the truth, they fit great. I was very awkward and had trouble balancing in them though. She told me how to take shorter steps, put one foot in front of the other and sway my ass a little. After a few struts down the hall and my rotund ass helping me sway, I got the drift and seemed to handle the heels well. Mandy finished and rummaged through her closet for a few minutes. She came back into the bathroom and put a few things into a white purse. She turned and said, "OK Vicky, time to introduce you to your new life." With that she took my hand and led me to the kitchen, She handed me "my" purse and told me to look inside see the things a girl needed. She put in lipsticks, powder, lip liner, eye liner, mascara, hair brush, comb, eyelash curler, blush, concealer stick and a few other things I'm sure I would need. Mandy even threw two tampons in my purse. I asked her about them and she said every girl needs protection during her time of the month. I blushed as she told me how they were sued. She even had a wallet in the same color in the purse. She handed me some Kleenex and said that every girl needs some Kleenex just for emergencies. She even sprayed on some perfume behind my ear, on my wrists and behind my knees. I had seen Mandy do this before but just figured she liked the smell. I noticed the flowery scent and knew it was me. I got goose bumps thinking that I smelled just heavenly. I took my old wallet and transferred my cards and other stuff into my new wallet. I still had all my old cards in the name of Victor. We would have to change everything including my driver's license. Mandy then took my arm and attached a woman's watch, the one I gave to her two years ago. My arm was noticeable smaller and it fit me perfect. The other arm she attached a gold bangle. A fake diamond ring on my right hand and the special present was her set of old wedding rings. I bought her a bigger diamond and new band on our fifth anniversary. She took off my wedding ring and put on her set as a gift to me. They were a little tight but I was so proud being her "husband" at that moment I could have cried. Mandy opened the closet and handed me a light coat. "Hey girlfriend, it's time to go on a shopping trip." Wow shopping again, I guess it's just a girls thing. We got in the car with her driving and headed off to the mall. Sitting in the car felt odd with my legs open to the air and not covered with pants. She told me how to sit making sure my skirt was smoothed out and adjusted underneath me and how I needed to sit with my legs together. Being a girl was going to take some work. We got to the mall and had the valet park our car. I was advised to swing my legs out slowly so I didn't flash everyone. I stood up and took my purse as Mandy hooked my arm in hers as we strutted off to the stores. We shopped and shopped until I got so tired that me feet couldn't walk any more. She suggested we sit and have a few cocktails. We found a nice bistro and ordered some fancy cocktails. Mandy had a Cosmopolitan and I had the same. I felt so girly, all dressed up and with Mandy.......my wife. I was getting a bit tipsy when Mandy said it was time to get some special things at Frederick's. I knew Fredericks from buying Mandy some things at Christmas but now it was something different. What did she have in mind? We walked in to a lingerie haven. There were corsets, garters, babydolls, bras, stockings, sex toys, and bustiers all around me in all colors imaginable. We had a ball holding things up and showing off a little. Mandy wanted me to get a beautiful black push up corset with garters, matching panties and silk stockings. I knew my bra size was changing so Mandy suggested I have the sale girl measure me. She wanted a true measurement without the sweater and went into the changing room for a fitting. I removed my sweater and the girl put the tape around me and made a few measurements. She told me to take off my bra and skirt and she would be right back. I quickly took off my bra feeling very naked and took off my skirt hanging it on a hook. The salesgirl just came back in to the room with her hands full of things. My arms were crossed over my tits. I felt embarrassed revealing my new tits to another girl other than Mandy. She told me to relax, she did this with girls all the time. I lowered my arms and looked down. My tits were very perky and my silver dollar aerole's and nipples were so cute. My nipples were hard too and the salesgirl noticed. She told me to raise my arms as she wrapped the corset around my body. She brushed my nipple sending some tingles through me. I bet she knew it too because I saw a smile on her face. She hooked me into the corset and started pulling on the strings in the back. She said the she would tighten it so that I could get the full effect on my waist and cleavage. I could barely breathe as she pulled tighter on the strings. Finally she said she was all done and I could breathe normal. Normal, that was ridiculous, I could only take short breaths because of the damned thing. What I did notice is than my tits were pushed up very high and I had some major cleavage. I mean major. My B cups looked absolutely phenomenal. The salesgirl was also impressed as she adjusted the garters. "Now how about the panties and the stockings?" I couldn't let her know my secret so I asked her if I could change alone. She looked at me sadly. I think she wanted to see me without panties and try something. She said OK and left the room. I changed panties and my hose putting on the new ones with the sheer black stockings. I couldn't believe how sexy I felt in the new things and with my cleavage showing off to the world. "Are you decent yet dear?" the salesgirl asked as I hurried and adjusted myself in the panties. "I'm done." I said as she hurried into the room. She stood back and whistled, yes whistled. "My, oh my, you are absolutely beautiful. She reached forward and hugged me, our tits touching as she kissed me on the cheek, lingering for a moment. She pulled back but not fully as we stood face to face. I could tell she liked what she saw and I blushed knowing what effect I was having on this girl. We stood staring for what seemed forever and then it happened. She leaned forward and ever so sweetly and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. My eyes were open the whole time but hers were closed. Her lips were so sweet, so soft, so supple. She pulled her head back, opened her eyes and smiled. I was overwhelmed with feelings at the moment. She reached forward with her hand and placed it on my shoulder. Her other hand gently stroked the tops of my tits which were busting out of the corset. I just stood there confused what was happening. She then dropped one arm and put it behind my back. She beckoned me to come closer to her as our lips met in a more passionate kiss, our tongues dancing with each other and our lipstick meshing with each others. I was getting turned on, really turned on. The little guy downstairs didn't respond at all but I was feeling butterfly's in my stomach and a warmth I'd never felt before overtake me. Our kiss became a struggle for dominance as she kissed my neck, my bosom, and back up to my lips. She nibbled my ears and back to my mouth. All my instincts said no but my emotions let it flow. She even took my hand and guided it down to her love nest pushing me to feel her up and finger her. I knew what to do by being with Mandy but This girl wanted another "girl" to finger her. I stroked her and played with her clit while still embraced in a loving sensual kiss until she shuddered knowing she just had an orgasm. We finally stopped kissing and she nuzzled against me as she stroked my tits. I was hot, out of breath and turned on. The salesgirl looked up at me and smiled in acknowledgement of our lustful exchange. I could tell she enjoyed every minute together. "By the way dear, my name is Stacy. Please come back soon so I can show you some more wonderful things......and lingerie too." She smiled again knowing I too loved every second of our bonding. I needed to sit. I looked her in the eye and told her I had to sit. She led me to a couch in the changing room where I sat in my new things reflecting on what had just happened. I was hit on by a girl believing I was a real girl. I felt so wanted, so sexy and just so damned confused. She gave me a glass of water and fixed my lipstick that was smudged on my face. She kissed me again gently as she led me to the restroom where I could fix myself up before going back to Mandy. Before I did I put my sweater and skirt back on over my new things, I put my bra, nylons and undies in a bag, put on my heels and took my purse to fix my makeup. I could smell her sex on my fingers and hand and washed them before fixing myself up. Her aroma was quite sexy though and I was still turned on from what just happened. I did taste my finger before I washed up and was pleased with how sweet her nectar tasted. Mandy must have wondered what in the world was taking so long. I redid my lip liner, blush, powered myself, reapplied mascara, spritzed on some more perfume on my neck and wrists and straightened my hair. I looked as good as gold. I was ready to reenter reality and go see Mandy. The sweater looked great with my new push up look but the heels had to go. I need a black pair to set everything off. I came out into the store and Mandy was holding up some dresses. She caught me coming out and came up to me asking what took so long. She winked at me. Yes, she actually winked. What was that, I mean why the wink? She saw my shoes and then my new cleavage. "Wow, you look simply smashing Vicky." I blushed again acknowledging the compliment. Those heels have to go though dear and why don't you try on this dress. I think you will look marvelous with your new titties. She called them titties. I never called hers titties before. I took the dress as she handed me a pair of 5" black stilettos. I went in the back room hoping not to meet up again with the salesgirl. I quickly changed into the skimpy dress adjusting it to fit over the corset and realized how much of me now showed. I was almost bare on top. My tits were bursting out of the corset and my legs looked great in the short, tight dress. I looked myself over in the mirror and couldn't believe it was really me. I was a curvy, voluptuous hottie. I put on the new high heels and put my things into the bag, straightened everything and then made my debut to Mandy. Her jaw dropped when I came out. She was speechless. I approached her as she reached out and just hugged me saying I was so beautiful. I felt so sexy right at that moment, so beautiful and just a girl. Mandy paid for everything and said we had two more stops. The first was the jewelry store where I had three sets of piercings in each ear with two sets of different sized diamonds in the top two holes and one set of dangling gold chandelier earrings in the lower hole. Off to the next stop. Mandy said this was something special. I could feel men staring at us, no me, as we walked through the mall. I felt like eye candy and on display for all the lecherous men. One man even approached us offering to carry our bags. So chivalrous but we declined his offer. I looked up and saw the Forever Spa. This is where Mandy went every Saturday for her manicure and pedicure. She looked at me, smiled and nodded. "Yes dear time to be pampered." We went in and Mandy was surrounded by three women who took her bags and took her coat. She introduced me as her sister, Vicky who was staying with her for a few months. They all giggled and helped me with my things. They commented on my dress, my figure, my hair and looked at my hands. My hands were a real mess. I never took good care of them and I was in desperate need of major work. They told me I would be well taken care of as they led Mandy and me back into the salon. I was entering the inner realm reserved for women. There were side rooms with women getting their eyebrows waxed. One room was designed for leg and bikini waxes, one room for pedicures, manicure stations, hair styling chairs, and everything else to make a woman beautiful. The back rooms were reserved for massages, facials, aromatherapies, mud masks, and so on. I could get a complete makeover but today was just the pedicure and manicure. I was shown to a dressing room with Mandy and asked to remove my dress, heels and stockings and put on a smock. Mandy showed me what to do as we hug up out things and sat in the chairs to have our feet pampered. We were first given a glass of Champagne to relax and our feet were pout into a warm bubbling, soapy tub as we soaked for 15 minutes. I felt so comfortable now after walking around all day in my new heels. Our feet were dried as we were given more champagne. Next came the buffing, the filing, the clipping, the leg massage, the foot reflexology massage and finally the nail preparation and polishing. More champagne was served during the entire process too. Wow, this was really the life. I felt so wonderful. Our toes were separated and we were given slippers to go sit at the manicure station. I sat next to Mandy as they removed our jewelry and rings and our hands and arms were massage, our fingernails soaked, trimmed, cuticles pushed back, and prepared for polish. Mandy whispered to my manicurist as she told me to sit back for a minute while I looked over at Mandy getting her nails polished. The manicurist came back with a small box and buffed my nails in preparation for some extensions. One by one, each nail was attached with half inch long tips on my new acrylic nails. They were trimmed perfectly and polished with the same color as Mandy's and the same color as my toenails. My hands seemed thinner as the rings were put back on and my watch reattached and the bangle slid up my hand on to my wrist. The rings seemed to go on easier too from the oils and lotions they applied during the manicure. Wow, my hands and feet looked tremendous, just like Mandy's. As out fingers and toes dried we chit chatted about the day, the clothes and being a girl. I told her how I loved the experience and she told me forget the experience, this was my new life. I better get used to it. Once we were dried we took off the smocks and I put on my stockings and dress making sure not to snag them with my new nails. I adjusted myself, looked in the mirror and saw a gorgeous girl staring back. I couldn't be happier than I was right then. I grabbed my purse and headed out to the front where I met Mandy. She paid for everything as the girls who serviced us came out and gave air kisses to both of us. Air kisses, well I guess that's what girls do. We walked back through the mall and stopped one more time. I was tired but exhilarated. I also had a little more pronounced sway and wiggle in my new heels and dress. Maybe it was the feeling of sexiness and feminine confidence. Anyway I did feel like I was on top of the world. Mandy took me into the Coach store and picked out a darling purse in black for me. She picked out a new black wallet too for my new purse. I transferred everything into my new purse as we headed out the door. One last stop she said. I thought that was two stops ago. I needed a new coat instead of the white one she gave me when we headed out shopping. She chose a fox fur lined short leather jacket with fur around the arms and neck. It was stunning and it fit great. "Now were done, wasn't it fun?" she asked as we grabbed all the bags and headed out to the valet. We stood waiting for the valet as he came up and gave me the once over. He was checking me out. Me, Victor, no Vicky. I really had to get used to this attention. Our car was brought up and our bags stored in the trunk. "OK gorgeous, where shall we have dinner?" I told Mandy she could choose and off we went. As we drove off and on the highway Mandy looked aver and me with a smile and asked if Frederick's was fun. I told her it was great and I loved the lingerie. "No dear, was it fun", she said. How did she know? I blushed again and lowered my head a bit and said I loved the experience. "OK Vicky, I know all about the salesgirl. Her name is Stacy and she's a dyke. Great store for a dyke now isn't it? She tried hitting on every woman who's ever entered the store and believe me, some of the stories I've heard form my girlfriends get pretty racy. So tell me Vicky, how was she?" I looked at Mandy and said. "I don't want you getting mad at me. There was nothing I could do." With that Mandy let out a loud laugh and told me everything was OK. She just wanted to know the juicy stuff. She wasn't mad, jealous, disturbed but saw the humor in it. I proceeded to tell her how I was seduced into kissing and fondling and a little extra fondling of her pussy and clit. She knew I couldn't perform and got a kick out of me turning on a dyke. She was also amazed at how decent I fixed myself when I came back into the store. My makeup was done perfect while my perfume wafted all around me. She was very proud of me, not mentioning how I looked with my new assets. We drove into downtown and stopped right in front of Spago's. The valet opened my door and I swung my legs out like Mandy told me as he took my hand and helped me out of the car. Mandy came around and hooked my arm again as we entered the restaurant. The hostess said our reservations would be ready in 30 minutes and would we like to wait at the bar. Reservations............ Mandy set all this up. We gave our coats to the coat check and sauntered over to the bar. There was the usual preppy crowd, some older men and some 20ish and 30ish aged men in suits and casual clothes sipping on Martini's. Mandy and I took a table for two at the bar and ordered two Cosmopolitans. I would have preferred a Bombay Sapphire Martini with a twist but she advised me that the Cosmo was a woman's drink. We were ogled many times as we sipped on our drinks when two men in their 30's approached. One looked very casual and one very classy. "How's it going girls?" the casual guy said. Pretty lame pickup line if you ask me. I wondered what was next. "Come here often?" another lame pickup. The classy one said, "Let me guess your blood type. If I do you heave to join us for dinner. If not, we'll leave you alone." Now that was original. "Here give me your arm and I will tell you your type." I was speechless and Mandy urged me to go ahead, what could go wrong. The man took my arm, caressed my forearm, stroked my hand and looked me directly in the eye, "Your skin