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Silly Rabbit part six by Vonya Lee 'We had an excellent day together, Chris and I. We cooked, we cleaned, we read 'Vogue' and 'Cosmo' together, we took a nap. He's becoming so very sweet. I love the new Chris. He's acting more and more feminine and less and less masculine all the time. He doesn't do anything remotely mannish anymore. Having to sit to pee is an excellent trainer for boys. Making him sit calmly rather than standing and spraying wildly has done wonders. His touch has gotten increasingly softer. He never tries to hold me as he used to, as a man does. He even caresses me like a woman does. Whether it's making him cry or just letting him cry seems to just eat away at his manhood. He cries easier and easier all the time, which I love because it just reinforces to him that he's weak. He has caught a beating, physically and emotionally the last few days. Since I left for Vegas, he's been busy. He's had his fall from grace with Gwen. He had to go out and watch about six or seven hours of bad movies. He spent the night outside. He had to pluck away his eyebrows, out in public. He's been whipped and beaten and fucked. How many hours did we leave that vibrator going up his poor ass? He must've had it three or four hours. The poor baby is all worn out. Then on top of that are the piercing's he took. I'm not even sure how many he got. He must've gotten at least twenty. He cried and cried. How beautiful was that? But just look at him. He looks so much better, all marked with his new piercings. He's starting to look like a work in progress. He's starting to look like something. Chris asked me about his boobs. I told him I've spoken with my doctor about it and she says it sounds exactly like a condition known as gynecomastia, or more commonly as 'man boobs'. I told him she's going to call in a prescription under my name for him to start taking. He seemed very relieved with that. I told Chris that if the medication doesn't work, I'll take him in to see her. I love his little titties. They're the clearest indication of what's going on. He's starting to look like he has little girl boobs, especially in light and tight t shirts like the ones I got him in Vegas. His ass and hips seem to be getting rounder as well. His face is softening, his beard seems thinner. He'll need electrolysis eventually. The hormones have done an amazing job. He's been taking a full amount for about six months time. Estrogens, progestogens, anti androgens, he's been taking them all. I can see feminine mannerisms in him now before there were none. Gwen is taking him shopping tomorrow. He can pick out some male things but absolutely nothing that's overtly male. He can buy a mens shirt, but it can't be flannel or butch, it has to be silky, gay, that sort of thing. She knows what I want for him. Most importantly she's going to be getting female shoes for the first time. I told Gwen to buy as many pairs of shoes as she wants. Dangerous advice to give a drag queen. I don't care if they buy ten pairs. The only rule is he needs locking four inch, five inch and six inch heels. He's going to start wearing heels around the house. He's not going to have a single masculine influence around him. From now on it's girls, boy- girls, and boys that like boys, that's it. He needs to be isolated even further right now. I asked Chris how we could square off the spare room and he gave me an immediate and simple way to do it. He wanted to ask why but couldn't. Well the why is that Laura has come up with a way to mount a ceiling projector and having it project the same high quality image on all four walls of a box simultaneously. Laura says we'll be able to use all four walls as full size screens. The idea is to turn the spare room into Chris' little mind control cell. I'm curious what the effect would be to lock Chris in the room and have nothing but images of cocks being sucked, bigger than life, surrounding and bombarding him from all four walls with a nonstop barrage of images and sounds. Everywhere he turns he'll be subjected to the images we select. I think we can use it to condition him nicely. We have a real vanilla night for a change. No porn, no sex. We watch television, 'America's next top model', a 'Sex and the city' rerun before I put a sedative into his drink. He needs an early night. I help him climb into bed and come back to the living room. I want to block out some channels. He was watching ESPN when I came into the living room tonight. I can't believe we over looked the television I programmed the television separately for me and then again for Chris. Chris will only be able to watch select channels like all the home shopping channels, all the lifestyle channels, all the Spanish stations, so he can learn to watch all those high drama novellas, Women's Entertainment, an all soap's network, an all game show network. He can't see any sports channels or news channels. He can't watch any of the local channels where he might see news or sports either. No premium channels either. I see everything. All I have to do is punch in a code and everything's unlocked. Perfect. Sleep well my little sissy hand maiden.' I wake completely rejuvenated. Sara is already up, I can smell breakfast. We eat together and as I'm cleaning up, the doorbell rings. "Must be Gwen," says Sara on her way to the intercom. She never said anything about Gwen coming over. It is Gwen and Sara buzzes her in. I feel queasy. "Gwen's going to take you shopping today. I haven't got the time to do it and we both know you need clothes badly." Gwen enters the apartment and sees me at the kitchen sink. "Chris you're not dressed, good. I brought something for you to try. Sara I brought a gaff. Should we use it?" "Yes, please do. Thank you for thinking of it. Of course he should wear a gaff. Gaffs are something you should look for while you're out." I'm kind of shocked by the suddenness of the plan. I'm going out shopping with Gwen? I'm going out? What about my eyebrows? I'm not ready to deal with the real world right now. I have no choice and I guess that's a good thing. Oh well, I knew eventually I was going to have to deal. What's a gaff anyway? I know what a gaff is on a boat, but I know that isn't what they're talking about. What is a gaff? I finish with the dishes and step out of the kitchen. "Chris, Gwen is family, but she's also a guest." "Yes miss?" "Chris, you're embarrassing me. Ask Gwen if she would like some coffee or something." "I'm sorry miss. How rude of me. Miss Gwen would you like some coffee?" "No thank you dear." "Can I get you some tea? Juice perhaps? Water?" Sara's right, that was ignorant of me. I'm usually very polite. I didn't know that was up to me to do. I guess it is. "No dear, thank you. But now we need to get you into this gaff. Sara? Would you like to show Chris how to wear it or shall I?" "Gwen I think you've got more experience with them than I do." "That is certainly true. Chris let's go do this in the bedroom. I think it's easier when you're lying back." Together we walk to the bedroom. "A gaff can be a girls best friend." Then she says to Sara, "We need his chastity taken off." Sara motions me over to her. She unlocks my chastity and removes it. I can't ever remember looking smaller. I feel so small, naked and exposed as they grab and touch my pee pee so casually. "Chris see this? This is what we girls call a gaff. A gaff is a piece of underwear we wear when we want to make sure nothing shows. Here lie back on the bed. I'm going to show you the best way of putting one on. First you pull the gaff up to right about here. That's right. Now separate your little balls and push them right up into your body cavity." "I can't do it. It makes me feel queasy." "You can do it, just relax and breathe. The queasiness will start to disappear. Now feel for the opening. Got it?" "I think so." "That's it, you got it. Now fold your little cockette back between your ass cheeks. That's it, nice and tight. And now pull the gaff up. Good. That's it. Simple right? See how smooth you are now? Welcome to the fun world of gaffing my dear." "Isn't that cool?" adds Sara, watching from the doorway. "Yes miss, that is cool." I didn't even have a male hump anymore. "Now all you do is get dressed as you would normally." Sara walks over to me. "Let's see," running her hand across my groin. "I like this. Yes I like this. So smooth, so clean. Much nicer without that bulk hanging there. I think this looks so much nicer on you. It gives you much cleaner lines. Don't you agree Chris?" "Oh yes miss, much cleaner lines." "Is it comfortable?" "Yes miss it is, quite comfortable," knowing better than to complain. "Good, I think you should start wearing a gaff all the time when you go out. Wouldn't you like that?" "Yes miss, I would." "Well you can buy a couple of gaffs today when you're out with Gwen. Gwen's in charge today, remember that. She has my credit card. You can make suggestions, but only Gwen makes decisions. When Gwen makes up her mind, that's it, end of discussion. You'll do exactly as she says and you'll do it with a smile. If I hear otherwise you are going to be punished as if it were me you were disobeying. Understand Chris?" "Yes miss." "Complete cooperation. If she wants you to try something on, you're going to try something on and again you're going to do it with a smile, understand?" "Yes miss, of course," smiling. "You don't have to call me miss when we get to the mall." "I'm sorry about the other night." "Did something happen the other night?" "Me climbing into bed with you." "Oh that. Please honey. Handsome guys are constantly crawling into bed with me to fuck. Happens all the time. I'm thinking of asking Laura to install a rail just to keep them out." "Still I'm sorry. What I did was wrong." "Oh please honey, I'm not complaining. I got off. Did you get off?" "I don't remember." "Well thanks for the memories!" she sings in mock indignation. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that ..." "I'm just kidding Chris. Friday night was a fun night. We all had a good time. You were just drunk that's all. We've all been there before. Don't think twice." "Thanks." "Listen we're going to have a blast today. We're going on a shopping spree! Sara said there's no limit on what we spend, so let's have a really good time. We'll shop, have lunch, shop some more. We've got a lot of shopping to do for you honey. I can't wait. This is going to be so much fun." "I'm so glad you're into this." "Are you kidding me? Shopping? Shopping is better than drugs to me honey, well most drugs! I begged Sara to let me take you shopping. I wanted to do this. We'll start in Macy's." "What are we shopping for?" "Everything. Sara said get you two pairs of everything. I know what she wants." "Do you? I'm not so sure myself." "Sara has excellent taste, always has. When it comes to men, she's so funny. I remember her ranting about guys in the mall one time. She was going off on them for looking like overgrown children or mechanics in a garage. 'Why are grown men wearing baseball hats, sneakers and team jerseys? Are they twelve years old? They don't look like they're out at the mall, they look like they're going to the playground.' Things like that. She was so funny. Calling them all plumbers and mechanics. 'Why are these guys wearing construction boots? Are they here doing construction?' She had us all in stitches. She really hates guys that dress like 'guys'. Hates it. I think she has the most respect for men willing to take challenges. Guys who don't dress like every other guy, if that makes any sense." "It does, it does." "One thing for you to keep in mind, Sara hates macho guys. Hates them, hates them, hates them. I've seen her turn hostile in a nanosecond when one of them has approached her in a bar. Oh yeah, real hostile. You're probably the only jock she's ever been with." "I met an old boyfriend of hers once, a snotty little painter, Welsh kid I think." "Derek." "That's him, he looked like some anemic little art school kid." "So is Sara. Well not the anemia part. She's an art school kid. She and I met in art school. She went to school for textile design remember. She grew up in fashion. I'm sure you've heard about her trips to Japan as a child with her grandmother, Paris for high school. Milan. She knows fashion sweetie." "The first thing I noticed about her was how cool she dressed." "She has an amazing wardrobe. You know a lot of those things are one of a kind. Do you think somebody like Sara wants to be seen with some monkey in a backwards baseball cap and untied sneakers? Looking like some college frat boy date rapist?" "No she doesn't. I know she doesn't. Gwen, you've got to help me." "Oh honey I can't wait to help you. This is going to be so much fun." "What about my eyebrows? I'm nervous about my eyebrows." "Open the glove box. Gwennie has thought of everything." I open the glove box and find two pairs of large sunglasses. "Pick out the ones you like." says Gwen. She has thought of every thing. I pick a pair of bug eye lens'. You can still tell I don't have eyebrows but more importantly they afford me a little cover. Gwen is so cool. We start at the mall in Macy's. Nothing quite works. I find a few shirts that Gwen likes. A black, short sleeved Girbaud shirt and a cool long sleeve country style. The shirt is patterned with repeated images of woman holding a variety of cutting implements. Women holding hedge clippers, scissors, a butcher knife, chainsaw, all over a baby blue background. I would've gotten a large but Gwen thought the medium fit better. We try wandering through the girls and women's sections but I just feel really uncomfortable. I'm feeling the stares. Gwen is so cool sensing my discomfort, she walked me out into the mall. I take a seat while Gwen runs into Starbucks. She comes back with a large caramel macchiato for us to share. What a fun idea, sharing, I think. Gwen is so much fun. She hands me a pill and pops one into her own mouth, takes a sip before handing me the cup. I put the pill in my mouth and take a sip in turn. "What was that?" "A little muscle relaxer. It's really mild. You won't even feel it kick in, but you'll feel nice and relaxed. You'll like it." Who am I to argue? We wander through the mall, looking into stores, but finding little. Gwen buys some kitchen stuff at Williams Sonoma. We're looking for shoes, but keep coming up empty. We're getting looks, I think mostly me. Gwen just looks like a hot girl at the mall. Me? I'm looking a little freakish. I'm having such fun with Gwen that I could not care less. Let them stare. We look hot. Maybe Sara's right and I am an exhibitionist. Who cares? We end up out in front of Victoria's Secret. "Are you ready?" Gwen asks me. "For me?" "Mostly you, yes." "I'm not sure I can deal with that." Reaching into her purse, "okay here take another one of these." "I don't know ..." "Just take it, would you please." I pop it in my mouth and swallow. "Here's what we'll do. We'll go in and we'll pretend the things are for me and my girlfriend. No one will know we're buying you a few things." "That sounds good." "See baby, stick with Gwen, she'll take care of you." I do believe that more and more. We leave with loads of undies. Bikinis, hip huggers, boy shorts, v- strings, thongs, I never knew there were so many different kinds. Gwen buys a host of chemises and slips for me too. I tell her I'm really not sure about the tops and all she says is, "well I love them and I think you'll look darling in each and every one of these, so we're getting them. All of them. If you don't like them you can give them to me!" "I love you!" I mean it. "See Chris how much fun we can have? Shopping and swapping clothes? Isn't this so much fun?" "It is. It is so much fun. I can't remember having more fun. I'm just not sure about me wearing those slips." "Oh I am. Trust me. You'll thank me later." I stop questioning when I realize I'm starting to sound a little too argumentative. We stop for lunch at an Italian bistro. I feel simply marvelous. I love being with Gwen. I've only known her a couple of weeks, but I feel like we've been best friends our whole lives. She understands me and doesn't pass judgement. Even more, she cares. She tells me how lucky I am to be with Sara. How lucky she is to be with Laura. She tells she and Laura are both bi and have an 'unconventional relationship'. I interpret that to mean they're swingers and ask, "Laura doesn't mind if you sleep with other people?" "It's not up to me." "What do you mean?" "It isn't up to me. Anymore. Now Laura decides all that." "Laura decides who you sleep with?" "Yes. Always. Honey, I belong to Laura. I'm her slave." "Wow!" just escapes from my mouth. "Wow indeed. But it's true honey and it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." "Really?" "Absolutely honey." "How so?" this is such fun. "Chris sweetie, there are too many reasons why. We'd be here all night." "Do we have somewhere better to be?" "Yes! We have to get you a wardrobe my dear. The clock strikes midnight and Sara might just take away the magic gold card. We can't have that happen." "You're right, you're right. Just give me one example how being Laura's slave is the best thing you've ever done." I can't believe I'm asking these questions. Must be the pills. "Well without becoming Laura's slave the fabulous Miss Gwen you see before you would be nothing but air." "How do you mean?" "Well honey let's just say that it was Laura's firm hand that made me what I am today. Now we've got more shopping to do. I'm taking another. Do you want one?" offering me another pill. "Why not," accepting it. As we stroll through the mall arms locked we don't hit up any store that shows promise. We can't find much of anything. Gwen shoots down most everything. She has such a keen eye. Gwen keeps finding these really cool things, but they usually turn out to be women's. We find this really cool store just filled with great, edgy, sexy stuff. We each have a handful of shirts when Gwen says "You know we've got tons of tops but we haven't found you many bottoms. You need bottoms." She starts flipping through rack of pants and pulls a pair of green knit pants with an extra wide triple button front out from the rack. "I love these. Chris don't you love these." "I do." "I do too. I know Sara would." "Really? You think she would?" "Absolutely, these are so Sara. She would freak over these front buttons. What do you think?" "Yeah they're great. I've never worn anything like that." "Here go try them on." Awesome! I'm going to get totally cool pants Sara's going to like. I am so bummed when I see the tag and come out of the changing room, disappointment written across my face. "What's the matter?" Gwen asked. "They're ladies, not mens," I say heartbroken. "Please Chris," she says with pure exasperation. "Who cares what's on the label? I mean really. Do I look like I care about labels? If they look good, they look good. Go try them on." Yeah! Go Gwen. You're right. What do I care what a label says? I think they're cool and more importantly Sara is going to think they're cool. I happily march right back into that dressing room. Sliding the pants on I'm struck by the complete smoothness of my crotch with this gaff on. I feel weird and tingly as I button the pants. Buttoning feels different. The buttons are reversed from what I'm used to but I get the three big buttons through the buttonholes. Wow. These pants have a much wider waist than I'm used to. I'm frozen. My mind isn't comprehending what my eyes are seeing. I feel a weird disconnect staring at my smooth crotch. I look like a Barbie doll. It just doesn't seem real, even though it looks real. It's illusionary I know, but it seems so real. Rubbing my crotch feels crazy. Turning in the mirror I'm even more tinglier. The person in the mirror isn't me, is it? I feel like I'm having an out of body experience. I take off the sunglasses. My face looks alien without eyebrows. I don't look anything like me. I've never been in such great shape in my life. I've never been this thin, that's for sure. All the cardio and Sara's cooking have really transformed my body. Now that I know about the gynecomastia, I'm not so worried about my little man boobs. Actually I kind of like them right now. Saying that makes me feel a little funny. The knit pants feel great and look fantastic. The pants hug my legs but don't feel tight at all. I love the way they make my legs look. I have an ass! Who knew? I never knew, but in these pants I have a nice round ass. My stomach is as tight as a drum making my belly button piercing more noticeable. I can see why I need the gaff. Even with my little man package I would look obscene in these pants without the gaff. Feels so strange to lift up my shirt and stare down on a tight, hairless tummy, a belly button pierced with a silver hoop and beyond that, a completely smooth small, green knit plain of a crotch. I feel like a life size Ken doll and for some god awful reason that is turning me on big time. I can hear the song 'Angry Inch' from the movie, 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch' playing in my head. We were listening to the soundtrack in the car. I'm feeling like I want to be fucked. I need sex. I pray Sara will want to fuck me tonight. I need it so bad right now. Feeling loose and horny and with the prohibition lifted on gender specific clothing lifted we go on a major tear. The only thing we haven't been able to find is shoes. With both of us laden down with shopping bags we return to the car and pile in all our purchases. I've never been on a spending spree like this in my life. Gwen says, "I know where we can definitely find you shoes. You're going to love this place. We can get you some gaffs there as well." A half hour later we arrive at an innocuous storefront in a suburban town. You walk through the doors and the whole place opens up. It's huge! It's the biggest fetish shop I've ever seen in my life. Wow. Gwen says to me, "Go take a look around, I'll catch up." I'm blown away. This place has everything, like one big fetish department store. I've been in some really big sex shops but never one that had multiple floors. I can't believe it. Gwen comes up aside me and hands me another pill and a bottle of water. Without a thought I throw back the pill with some water and give her back the bottle. We're having the best time. Gwen picks herself out a red rubber mini dress. I come across a pair of rubber boxers that hide my pee pee and gives that super smooth crotch like the gaff. "Yes. Definitely yes," said Gwen when I brought them to show her. We go over to the rubber section and Gwen picks herself out a pair of rubber panties with a built in dildo. "Oh my! Are you really going to wear those?" "Are you kidding me? I think these things are going to be fantastic. Can you imagine having the full feeling in your ass all day as you move around. Just imagine having them on right now as we shop. Wouldn't that be the coolest?" "Yeah, I suppose." "Suppose nothing. This is so much better than a butt plug. This is a dildo that can slide in and out." "Okay, yeah sure. I can see that. That is cool." "Should we get you a pair?" "No, but thanks." "Really? Come on now. I think you do want a pair, don't you?" Sheepishly, "Gwen I do. I'm just afraid Sara's not going to like it." "Why wouldn't she like it?" "Well it is something for up my ass. Don't you think she should have some say in it? She's real possessive about what I do with my body." "I hadn't noticed," sarcastically. "I don't want to be a pussy but ..." "Well then let's call her up and ask her," she takes out her phone. "Am I being a fag for calling her?" "And just what do you mean by fag?" "Sorry. Am I being a sissy for calling her?" "Stop saying 'sissy' like it's such a big negative. If calling Sara and doing the right thing makes you a sissy then so be it. Be macho, don't call her and take your chances. I wouldn't. I'd call. That's just me though. I don't take chances with the ones I love. Do you? Would you rather be the sissy with Sara or the macho man without her?" I nod my agreement and she dials the phone and hands it to me." "Hi honey, it's me Chris." "Hi Chris. How's shopping going?" "It's going well. That's why I'm calling." "What's up?" "Well Gwen and I were going to get these uh ... that is Gwen is definitely getting a pair and I ...uh ... was wondering if I ..." "You want to get a pair too, is that it?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Sorry miss, yes miss, thank you miss." "Well hold on. You haven't even told me what you want a pair of." "Well miss they're these uh ... rubber panties and ... um ... uh ..." "And um uh what?" "And um uh they have a ... built in dildo," I say with a good deal of embarrassment. "You want rubber panties with a built in dildo?" "Yes miss." "Say it." "I want rubber panties with a built in dildo miss," I whisper into the phone. "I could barely hear you. Say it loud and proud. I want to hear you ask me in your normal voice." "Please miss may I buy a pair of rubber panties with a built in dildo please?" "Much better. Do they come in colors?" "Let's go find gaffs before we forget." Gwen says. We picked up eight different gaffs and two pair of the rubber boxers with the not so little something else. One pair black, the other pair red. The entire second floor was all for trannies and drag queens. Dresses and show gowns, cosmetics, wigs, lingerie, and shoes. Gwen was in her glory as she walked me through and explained everything to me. "How long have you been doing drag?" I asked. "I've been doing drag professionally for about three years now. But I've been dressing off and on my whole life. I committed to living full time as a woman about four years ago. So how long have you been chastised?" Taken aback by her directness before I realize fair's fair, "Just a couple of months." "Do you like it?" "Funny thing, yeah I do, kind of. I mean it can definitely suck, that's for sure, but yeah, I don't know why, but I do kind of like it." "What do you like about it?" "I'm not sure I can explain it. I think it's just the commitment it shows I'm making to Sara, if that isn't too corny." "No not at all. I told you I belong to Laura and I meant it. I love it. Laura made me become Gwen. I wouldn't have had the courage without her." "You've said that before. Tell me what you mean." "Well I knew Sara back in art school. We were a pretty crazy group. I was experimental in college, to say the least, and Sara saw a lot of it. I was bi, I was in a theater group that did a lot of drag, things like that. So imagine her surprise when we meet eight years later and I'm a corporate attorney with a corporate wife, leading a straight life. My dad has a large and prestigious law firm and I gave into his pressure and the wife's and went to law school and joined the firm." "Sara saw straight through it to the real me, buried under a mountain of other peoples expectations. Forgetting what my own expectations and goals were. What did I want? Not just what dad and Carol wanted. Sara took the time to befriend me. She pushed me to get involved in our neighborhood community theater. She and Laura were both volunteering. She kept reminding me of the performer I was born to be. How law had never been a goal but theater, theater was my goal and a noble one." "The second production I was involved in was 'La Cage Aux Folles' and I got the role of Albin. I think getting that role changed everything. Suddenly it was all so clear to me. I wasn't a lawyer, I was Albin. I had always wanted to be an Albin my entire life. I had just never had the courage. I needed Sara and Laura for that. Men are really cowards Chris. We hide behind our physical strength and our emotional detachment, but that isn't living, it's hiding. Real courage is not hiding behind brute strength and emotional blackmail. Real men Chris, learn courage comes from surrendering your phony place in the world to look for and accept a higher truth. I learned I wasn't a corporate lawyer and husband. I'm a drag queen extra ordinaire and I'm the happiest girl in the world. Back then our friendship crossed over, sorry Chris but you should know this, Sara and I were involved once. Anyway long story short, I left my wife, quit the firm and began the evolution of Gwen." "So if you were with Sara, how did you end up with Laura?" I had to ask. "Well we were always more of a threesome anyway. As I became a better performer, people began to say that I should do pageants. I did two locals and won both and that's when it was decided I should really compete. Go nationals, that kind of thing. Sara wasn't that interested in all the rigamarole necessary to achieve something like that. Laura, on the other hand, is way into the pageant scene. She loves it. She's into the dressing, the judging. She has a dance background so she's always working with me on my dancing. I am such a better dancer thanks to Laura. I was so bad." "Were you?" "Awful. Simply awful. Embarrassing to tell you the truth. I'm proof of what lots of practice can do." I've seen Gwen on stage and on the dance floor, she's an excellent dancer. "Just made sense then that I should be with Laura. Hey what do you think of this?" holding up a white halter dress. "Very seventies sexy." "I'm going to try it on." She came out of the dressing room just popping. Fantastic. She wears the dress as we move over to the shoe department. I am feeling no pain and am open to anything right about now. We try on all sorts of fun shoes. I try on heels for the first time. What fun. The sales person is a drag queen friend of Gwen's. She's having as much fun as we are. She brings out pairs of her own suggestions for us to try on. She's trying on shoes right alongside us. I feel so comfortable and free. The two of them practically fall over laughing as I try to navigate progressively higher heels. "Chris let's have some fun. Let's be twins!" "What do you mean Gwen?" "Hold on," she runs over to a rack and pulls out the same white dress she's wearing. "Here, try this on." "Oh Gwen I don't know ..." "Come on! Just for fun." Taking the dress from her, "Okay but how am I going to hold it up? I don't have boobs?" "It ties around the neck, you don't really need boobs." As I emerge from the dressing room both Gwen and her friend Carly gasp in marvel. "You look fantastic Chris!" says Gwen "You really do," adds Carly. I twirl in the dress, letting it's skirt bottom swing back and forth. I can't believe how wonderful this does feel. My little man boobs give the halter a little something. I wouldn't want them all the time, but right now I kind of wish I did have bigger boobs to fill this dress out properly, just for fun, that's all. Looking at Carly, Gwen says, "You know what's missing?" Together in unison they both answer, "Shoes." We started trying on shoes like Imelda Marcos at a two for one sale. We found matching four inch heels that suited the dress perfectly. We both looked fantastic as we played together in the mirror. I'm teetering on my heels. "Wigs. You girls need wigs. I'll be right back," says Carly. She comes back with two blonde Farrah wigs. Gwen pulls her wig right on while Carly helps me into mine. If the gaff froze me before, my reflection now had me spellbound. I'm passable. I am totally passable. I look fantastic in this dress. I feel fantastic in this dress. I twirl away in the three way mirror, loving the way my long blonde hair crashes over my bare shoulder. I'm moving and posing around in this dress the way I imagine I would want a woman to move about and wear this dress. How funny is that? I am the woman I am fantasizing about. I'm not sure I understand that, but somehow it is true. Gwen enters the reflection and holds me from behind and we sway slowly together. I feel her smooth crotch press firm against my ass. I laugh a slight laugh when I realize 'Gwen is as smooth down there as I am.' Her arms around me feel magical. I'm so turned on looking at the two of us as twins, I turn around and kiss Gwen on the mouth. She returns my kiss. We smile and pull gently apart. Seven pairs of shoes at one time. I've never been part of spending like that ever. I went along with everything Gwen said. Why not right? She's always been really nice to me. She's my best friend forever. I thought it was hysterical that she bought me six, five, four and three inch heels. All locking. How funny is that. Funnier still is what's Sara going to say about all this? "Let's get the matching ensembles too. We'll work on a little number and surprise the girls." says Gwen. Finally we are done. I never knew how exhausting a day of shopping really is. I'm wiped out.