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Swap Night, Carolyn's Side Part 2cs, Everything or Nothing By: Zylux It was going to be a long time before I would have the pleasure of Dan's company once again. He was going to be working on a contract for a company on the other side of the country. I would definitely miss our nights together, the stimulating conversations over a home cooked meal that had been prepared and served with style and flair, followed by dancing, dessert, and sex. Through Dan, I had been able to explore my sexuality, trying new things with a level of safety I had never felt with any other man. He is a gentleman of the old school, humorous, very smart, a better cook than he admits to, and an excellent dancer. He is of slim build and fair looks but I find him attractive anyway. His conservative nature is balanced by his being open to new ideas as witnessed by his participation in swap night. Swap night is something I had dreamed about for a long time, but could never find the right man for. That is until I met Dan, he had the look and build that was needed to pull off my ultimate goal. But things don't always go as one would like. I found myself falling in love with him, and rightfully so, for a better man I would be hard pressed to find. Not wanting to lose Dan caused me to begin questioning my goal. Still, I pressed on with swap night, but never forced anything on him with the hope that he would respond to my hints and would voluntarily take things to a new level. But he didn't and it was becoming apparent that I would have to "insist" that he try a new level of swap night. But how, how to raise the level of swap night without putting our relationship at risk? The solution would have to include finding something that Dan would not be able to resist, as well as limit his options so that he would have to go to a new level, and do it all without scaring him off. But what, what would he find so irresistible that he would give in to my wants? I started to think back to all of the previous swap nights, sorting out the ones where Dan had not only participated the most, but had seemingly enjoyed it. As it turned out, the key clue wasn't in swap night, but was to be found in our first formal dinner together before the first swap night. Dan had displayed much interest in my gown with its tight bodice and full skirt puffed out by two layers of petticoats. It was because of his interest that I had chosen it for our first swap night thinking it was the best choice that would give my plan any chance of success. It proved to be so when I entered my bedroom and found Dan in my gown struggling with a "stuck" zipper. All of the best swap nights had the element of a full skirt with petticoats. I thought out loud: "I have him now." Perhaps something happened in his past, possibly in his childhood, some forgotten experience or sensation that my gown had rekindled. Youth, full skirts, and petticoats, and that could only mean one thing, 50's teenage girls. I had my theme for our first dinner together upon his return. As I worked out the details, another project of mine came to mind. I love the 50's and had wanted to remodel my family room addition with a 50's theme of some sort for a long time. I had contemplated several ideas but none really pleased me. Thinking about 50's teenagers presented a whole new idea, a malt shop. It would be perfect for friends and family, and for taking swap night to a new level, now, and in the near future when it would be time to move things to an even higher level. Dan's being out of town for a few months would give me the time needed to complete the project. I didn't waste any time. Books, movies, and reruns of the TV sitcom "Happy days" provided me with enough material for a design I could present to a home renovation company. Mat, the owner of the company, liked my idea, saying that it was a first for him. He had done commercial versions but this would be the first in home conversion. He proved to be an expert on what had to be done and knew of a salvage yard where we could find the fixtures and equipment needed on the cheap. At the salvage yard we meet the owner and with his knowledgeable help found almost everything needed for a 50's diner. The large ticket items for the cook station and cleanup counter were easy to find. The small pieces of equipment and the finishing details took a lot more scrounging. One place where I got lucky was finding a service counter, complete with those round swivel cushion stools with the round chrome columns still bolted to a step up platform on the patron side of the counter, along with matching booths with tables. The counter would just have to be cut in length to fit the space available, not a big deal. All needed to be cleaned up or repaired which I could do with help from friends and family, except for the reupholstering which would have to be sent to an upholstery shop. In our search, I came across an old drive-in movie speaker and mounting pole. A new plan for the garage formed in my mind, and it was added to the rest of the stuff. But the one thing I couldn't find was a jukebox. That, I would later find at a music store that specialized in rock and roll from the beginning to the present. Having nailed down all the other equipment costs, Mat was able to estimate the price tag for the whole project. He would give me the exact cost, with an itemized list, a couple of days after having viewed the job site. The price tag for my little project ended up being a bit more than I would have liked, but I found several things I could do myself (with yet more help from friends and family) enabling me to bring the cost down to a level that made it a go. Mat was supportive of my getting involved in the build and drew up the final contract. With my signature on the bottom line, he was able to schedule the various trades needed to make my project a reality. I shall skip over the details of the remodel for the most part. Suffice it to say that it was a most disruptive, dirty, and exhausting process, during which I regretted having started it, and swore that I would never do anything like it again. That is, until the project was finished and suddenly all the misery was forgotten and new projects came to mind, go figure. I could not have been more pleased with the end result. Upon entry, one would see on the right, a Formica topped counter with seating for eight on the swivel stools, reupholstered in red vinyl. Just on the other side was a soda fountain complete with a cold bin and several much smaller dry bins that would contain everything needed to construct any manner of ice cream treat. Beyond that, up against the right hand wall, were the refrigerator, a short order cook station, and a clean up sink with a pull down water sprayer mounted high up on the wall. Dishes, glasses, and everything else needed to run a diner appropriate to the 50's, had been procured and now took their places in and on the counters and cabinets. On the left side, were panoramic windows looking out upon the backyard and trimmed out with awnings and shades typical of a diner. In front of the windows, were the booths, reupholstered in red vinyl. On the counter and tables, were refurbished napkin/condiment holders and coin operated music selectors. Beyond the seating was a fair size dance floor with the jukebox, loaded with my collection of rock and roll 45's. It was against the far wall and inline with the aisle between the counter and booths. The floor was covered in twelve inch squares of black and white linoleum laid out in a checkerboard pattern. I stood in the middle of the floor and slowly did a three sixty in place, taking it all in. While the overall effect was perfect (it was like one had been transported back in time), I had the distinct feeling that something was missing. As I made to leave, it suddenly hit me. It needed doors, twin glass doors one would find at the entrance to a small restaurant. A call to a local glass shop took care of that. They had just what was needed and installed them with minimal fuss. I had a sign painter add the finishing touch by painting "Carolyn's Diner" across the top half of the doors in a 50's version of art deco style lettering. Of course the remodeling wasn't the only project commanding my attention; I also busied myself with assembling the outfit I would surprise Dan with. Trying to find 50's clothing proved to be difficult at best, even in a major city that boasted of a movie studio. I ended up having to go the mail order route to obtain most of the outfit I wanted Dan to wear. It took awhile, but eventually everything needed was acquired. That just left my plan for the garage. My idea was to create the illusion of a drive-in theater in the garage, but had no idea as to how to do it. A trip to a major electronics store with a video department took care of that. The stores techno wizard fixed me up with everything needed that I didn't already have or could borrow, along with a hookup diagram. He also helped me program the control unit to switch on and off the lights, a TV projector, and a pair of VCR's. He even wired up the drive-in movie speaker so it would plug into the VCR's sound output. When I got home, I got to work building a platform for all the video equipment. I suspended it from the rafters in a spot where the garage door wouldn't hit it when opened. On the back wall, directly inline with the platform, I fastened mounting hardware for a large roll up projection screen. That just left the speaker pole and the problem of how to mount it. Even my handy girl skills couldn't come up with a way to stand the heavy pole upright short of punching a hole in the garage's concrete floor. I needed help. I called Mat for ideas, he recommended a welder who worked out of the back of his pickup truck, and gave me his number. I called the guy up and explained what I wanted. He said it would be an easy fix and probably had something that would work in his storage rack. We set an appointment for the following day. I was in the garage with the door open when the welder showed up. He spotted me and stopped just past my driveway. He then backed up into my driveway stopping just short of the garage. After an exchange of greetings, he picked up the pole and took it to the back of his truck. He used a cutting torch to remove the portion that had been in the ground, then ground the end smooth and square. Next, he pulled what looked like a large metal hand wheel with spokes from the back of his truck and set it on the driveway. A jig, (with some assistance from me) held the pole in the center and square with the wheel. He then tacked and welded some precut triangular pieces of steel to the pole and to the spokes of the wheel. It was the perfect solution and would be easy for me to move around, as he demonstrated by tipping the stand onto the rim of the wheel and rolling it back into the garage. He charged what seemed to be too little for having to drive out for so small a job. But he didn't mind, for as he explained, he would rather help people out than become rich. An all too rare breed back then, and even more so today. At any rate, my drive-in theater illusion was nearing completion with just one last big detail and one minor detail left. Those I would take care of on the day of my date with Dan. Dan finally returned home and I wasted no time in setting up a dinner date at my place. When I informed him of the 50's teenage theme, he sounded pleased, as if the theme fitted in with some plan of his own. To bad it would be overruled by mine. The day before our date, I got to work on the menu. I decided on hamburgers with fries for our dinner, but I wanted both to stand out, to be unique. I poured over many burger recipes, but came up empty. All the recipes were more about spices and unusual condiment with the meat being a platform to hold it all. Not the kind of unique trait I was looking for. In desperation I switched my search to meatballs and found a recipe for Greek meatballs in wine sauce that called for a meat mixture consisting of equal parts beef and lamb. Using a mix of beef and lamb just might give me that unique taste I was after. Playing around with the idea, I decided that I wanted something with more attitude then lamb or even mutton. Perhaps goat would give me what I wanted. I had beef sirloin and chuck on hand, but where does one find goat in this country? A search through the yellow pages turned up a Middle Eastern market that was within reasonable driving distance, and if anyone carried goat, they would. I grabbed my purse and headed for the market. I returned home with some goat meat, retrieved the beef, and got to work. The beef was ground together in an equal parts mix of chuck to sirloin, while the goat was ground separately. I then mixed up a small test amount using equal parts of the beef mixture to the goat. The result was pan fried and tasted. It was good, but the goat was too pronounced for what I wanted. New test samples were mixed up gradually reducing the amount of goat meat. The best sample proved to be two parts of the beef mix to one part goat. Adding some cardamom, cumin and coriander to the mix really complemented the flavor of the two kinds of meat. The rest of the mixture was formed into patties, separated by parchment paper, and stacked in the meat section of the diner's refrigerator. I could then take the rest of the day off, and did. On the day of our date, I got to work early, not because I had much to do, but because I was eager to see Dan and just couldn't sleep in. I dressed in a pink sleeveless shirt, and red Capri pants, as I had to go out later and my usual sweats would not do. The first thing to be done, was hang the projection screen and to rig up the video equipment. It took awhile, and after a few test runs, I got it working perfectly. With the theater nearly completed, it was time to go to the market where I picked up everything needed to stock the soda fountain, ice cream bins, and the refrigerator. Next to the market was a move rental store where I picked up a couple of 50's era videos. Not to far from there was a movie theater, where I was able to obtain a cardboard tray, a couple of paper cups, and popcorn bags. On the way home I stopped at a car rental place that had a few classic cars in their inventory. It was a 50's red and white two door that caught my eye, a Chevrolet I think. I'm not a car person so I can't say what year or make it was for sure. After taking care of the paperwork, I transferred the groceries and other stuff to the rental car. I would leave my car at the car rental and pick it up the following day when I returned their car. I covered my hair with a red and white polka dot scarf and donned a pair of sunglasses that had a 50's look about them that I had found at a thrift store. I was ready to hit the road. As I drove home, people would stare at the car and me. Some even whistled and others honked their horn. I loved it, and ended up taking the long way home. Eventually, I made it home, and the car was parked in the garage with far more care then I showed my own car. I got out of the car and carefully rolled the speaker stand into position next to the driver's window. My improvised "passion pit" was declared ready for a couple of love struck teens. The stuff from the theater was transferred to the kitchen and the rest of the supplies went to their respective places in the diner. My work was made more enjoyable by dropping a couple of nickels in one of the music selectors. I finished the prep work for the evening meal while swaying and even dancing to some vintage rock and roll. That left one last thing to do before declaring the diner complete. The entrance to the diner was partially visible from the front foyer and living room junction. I didn't want to tip Dan off to what had been done to the family room, so from the hall closet, I retrieved a roll of plain brown paper and a roll of packing tape. I returned to the diner's entrance and proceeded to cover up the opening, leaving not so much as a hint as to what had been done. With the diner ready, it was time to address the key element to the evening's festivities. I went to my bedroom and subsequently to my closet. Everything I had accumulated for Dan to wear, I had either hung up in the closet, or left in a bag on the closet floor. The first items to be laid on the bed were of course, the white undergarments, starting with a pair of panties and a training bra. I figured that it would be easer to entice Dan into wearing a bra if he didn't have to contend with suddenly sprouting breasts. That I would introduce later after he had become accustomed to the feel of a bra around his chest. A half-slip and two petticoats rounded out the undergarments. With the foundation ready, it was time for the outfit proper. The outfit I had decided on started with a stiff white, short sleeve shirt, with a starched standup collar. Next was a light pink, short sleeve, pullover cashmere sweater with a rounded neckline. This was followed by the main focus of the outfit, a hot pink, full circle skirt, with a black poodle embroidered off center. I took great care in laying the outfit out on the bed in order to invoke the greatest desire in Dan to want to try it on. I knew I was close to the mark, for when staring at the assembled outfit, I had the overwhelming urge to strip off my clothes and put it on. I had to keep telling myself, over and over, that it was Dan's outfit and he should be the one to first wear it. Besides I could try it on another day. The last items were a pair of white bobby socks, a pair of black and white saddle shoes (in Dan's size), a wide black chinch belt, a couple hot pink scarves, and a partial long hair piece that matched Dan's own hair color. The wig combined with a slight restyling of Dan's hair would introduce him to a more feminine look. Makeup would bring him the rest of the way, but that would have to wait for another swap night, as there was no way he would tolerate that, yet. Looking over the bed, I declared that all was in readiness for Dan's return. I changed into my usual sweats and then busied myself around the house as I waited for Dan. The appointed hour came after what seemed like the longest wait I have ever had to endure. I heard what sounded like a motorcycle pull into my driveway, and I rushed to the front windows to peek through the curtains. It was Dan, looking like a teen biker in a leather jacket and blue jeans, and even sporting a classic ducktail hairstyle. He looked very handsome, and I really began to desire him to the point where I almost considered scraping swap night. I watched him groom himself, stick something in his mouth, and then strut up to the front door. The doorbell rang and I rushed to let him in. At the door, I paused to take a deep breath, and then opened the door wide to greet him. "Swap night!" "You've got one mean streak in you girl." "Why, what E V E R do you mean, sir?" "I haven't seen you in a long time, and I really would like to see you dressed up, all feminine and sexy." "And I haven't seen you in just as long a time, and I would love to see you all dolled up and sexy. Besides, it's my house and my rules." I flirted and held my hands behind my back and twisted my body side to side like a naughty little girl who was up to no good. I couldn't help myself, as the thought of luring Dan to participate on a new level was more than I could hold in. Dan must have picked up on it, for he looked toward the ceiling, shaking his head back and forth, and let out a loud sigh. I had to laugh then reached for and grabbed his wrists. "Come on in, Dan." I pulled him inside and then closed and locked the door. He was quite handsome standing before me looking very much the teen rebel, right down to the toothpick tucked into the corner of his mouth. What a transition this was going to be, from bad, rebel teen boy, to good, innocent teen girl. That is, if he could be tempted. That thought, along with the state I was in, caused me to grin at him, and have a bit of fun. "I've missed you, Dan. You've been gone from me too long, Dan. We'll have to make up for lost time ... Dan." "What's with the 'Hal' impression? You're starting to scare me. Just what are you up to?" "Nothing that you won't enjoy. I'm just messing with you for being away for so long. Now, everything you need is on the bed as always. Run along, I'll join you in a little while. Oh, one thing, tonight your options are everything that's laid out, or nothing." I had spoken that last sentence with enough authority to let him know that he would have to go a level he didn't want to. There would be no selecting what he would or would not wear. I watched the expression on his face change as he caught on. Then his expression changed again as he stared in the direction of the family room. Before he could do anything that would ruin the surprise, I turned him back toward the hall at the far end of the living room. I sent him off with a slap on the butt and a push towards the hall. "Run along my love, I've got some things to do yet." With Dan on his way to the bedroom, I headed for the family room. I removed the brown paper from the entrance, reviling the diner within. I gathered up the paper as I entered and put it in the trash bin near the cook station. The griddle was fired up to preheat. The deep fryer was also turned on and the thermostat checked for the proper temp. The fryer basket was filled with precut fries from the freezer and suspended over the fryer. From the refrigerator, I pulled a head of lettuce, a tomato, a jar of mayonnaise, and a dill pickle. A few leaves were peeled off the lettuce and stacked on a large plate. The tomato was sliced and all but the end slices were added to the plate. The pickle was quartered lengthwise and two spears were added to the plate. A very large onion was pulled from a bin next to the refrigerator and cut into large round slices, just thick enough to stick together and not separate into rings. The two largest slices were added to the plate and moved, along with the jar of mayo, next to the grill. What wasn't needed was returned to the refrigerator. A pair of burger buns were pulled from a box next to the refrigerator and placed next to the grill. With the prep work done, I could join Dan in my bedroom and see if my plan was progressing. I turned the griddle to a lower temp, knowing that the massive surface plate would retain most of the heat it now had. That would cut the time needed to bring it up to cooking temperature when it was time to cook the burgers. A look around told me that everything was ready. I exited the diner and headed for my bedroom. As I came to the bedroom entrance, I saw Dan hooking up the belt. He was facing away from me so wasn't yet aware of my presence. I couldn't believe it. He had put on all the clothes, even the bra. I had indeed found his weakness, and I would exploit it again come time for the final push to my ultimate goal. For now, I was just going to bask in the glow of my success, and watch as he started to look himself over. "Man, this must look good." "It does!" "You! I really wish that you wouldn't sneak up behind me like that." Dan had quickly turned to face me with a look of complete surprise. The skirt reacted in a most feminine way, slightly twisting and then untwisting around his legs. It was apparent that it had an effect on him as his expression changed to one reflecting some inner pleasure he was experiencing. I had him, and joy was openly welling up inside me. I couldn't hold it in and I slowly approached him with a look of sexual passion. I seized his face in my hands, pulled him to me, and kissed him hard and passionately. Dan kissed me back just as hard sending me over the edge. I leaned into him, forcing us to fall back onto the bed, all the while locked in a passionate kiss. He tried to gain control by rolling us over and pinning me to the bed. That would not do. He wasn't going to have me; I was going to have him. With Dan trying to keep me pined to the bed by transferring his weight to my chest, I was able to hook my legs around his. Using his shifting weight against him, and applying some leverage with my legs, I was able to roll us back over, much to his surprise. It had been months since Dan and I last had sex, and I was ready to rip the skirt, petticoats and panties off him, and then take him for all he had. But a thought quickly came to me, if after having him, could I get him back into the clothes? We were too close to the night's goal to risk it. Sex would have to wait until later. With extreme reluctance, I broke our kiss and moved up in order to triumphantly sit on him, pinning him to the bed. Even though I didn't take him, I had gotten the better of him and rubbed it in by wiping the back of my hand across my mouth and giving it a shake, making a big deal of it all the while. With my hands on my waist I stared down at him. "There will be more of that latter toots, now lets finish you up." "Let's not, I just wanted to see how this outfit would look and feel." "In a little while, you're going to see a bit more." I got up off of him, allowing him to sit up on the bed. Sporting a big smile, I picked up one of the hot pink scarves and tried to tie it around his neck. Dan put his hand up in protest. "Look, I've tolerated your little swap night, and all in all, I think I've been a very good sport about it. Now, judging by the wig here on the bed, I think I know where you intend to take things, and it's not a place I'm willing to go. I also think that it's time to bring swap night to an end." "Bring it to an end, why? You enjoy it, come on, admit it, you ENJOY it." "I'll admit that I have had some fun along the way, but I tire of it." "Oh really, I suppose that's not you sitting on the bed wearing a 50's girls outfit complete with a half slip, panties and a bra? And, I might add, that you voluntarily put on all by yourself?" "Um, I can explain. Look, I got curious, okay? Chalk it up to some boyhood memories. Don't go reading more into this than there really is." "That might explain the bulk of the outfit, but what about the panties and bra? I think your curiosity runs deeper than you care to admit even to yourself." "What? No, come off it. I'm just recalling a memory from long ago, about, well, being among a group of teenage girls as they walked past me on their way to school. This outfit brought back the memory of the feel and sound of all those skirts with multiple petticoats that I found myself surrounded by and immersed in. I just wanted to experience it one last time, but had to do so within the options that you set." "How sweet, but I think there is more to it. Come on, I can help you." "This is as far as I'm going and if that's not enough for you, then I'm going to opt out altogether." "Sorry, but the condition was everything that's laid out or nothing, even if you just want to try it on. By putting on part of the outfit, you have made a commitment to wearing all that was laid out. The scarves and wig are the last items; once they're in place you can then decide just how long you want to remain dressed. Now come over here." I picked up the last items from the bed and moved over to my dressing table where I deposited the wig and one scarf. Next I pulled out the chair, turning it away from the mirror, and then patted the seat, trying to entice Dan to come sit for me. He obeyed and sat down in a ladylike manner. I gently tied the scarf around his neck to one side to match the skirts poodle emblem. I then turned my attentions to his hair. A considerable amount of a greasy hair cream had been used to sculpt his hair into a classic ducktail. That was going to have to go. I grabbed a towel from the side of my table and vigorously rubbed Dan's head until I had gotten most, but not quite all, of the hair cream out. Exchanging the towel for a comb, I smoothed out his hair giving it a more feminine look as I went. I picked up the wig and worked it into place from behind. It was blended into his own hair with the comb and secured with booby pins. The overall effect was good, but not good enough for what I wanted. While he had a feminine air about him, I wanted him to actually look more like a girl. Bangs would help, but that would mean having to cut his hair, and there was no way Dan would allow that. I thought I might get away with teasing his hair in front; giving an illusion of bangs that had been curled. I gave it a try and was surprised when Dan didn't protest. It worked; he was beginning to look like a girl. Oh, it would certainty take more work to complete the transition, but I felt I would be up to the task, with a little help from a friend. That would come another time, for now I just tied his wig into a ponytail with the second hot pink scarf. "There, that should do it, go have a look." Dan got up and walked over to my full length mirror. It was obvious that the image that greeted him was a shock. He turned his head from side to side as if he couldn't believe he was looking at himself. I was hoping that a little praise, along with the state he was in, would get him to go alone with the rest of what I had planed for the evening. "Do you like it? I think it's perfect for tonight's activities. You're so sweet to go along with all this fuss. This is going to be our best night yet and I know we're going to have a blast." "Hold on just a minute, I'm just trying this on per your rules. I do not want to spend the rest of the evening looking somewhat like a woman." "I see. Tell you what, why don't you wait and see where the evenings activities are going before you opt out." "Because you know damn well that once you put my clothes on, there is no way I'll get them back until morning. No dice." "Okay, I, Carolyn, hereby promise to give back your clothes at any time during the evening that you desire. Now, do we have a deal?" "Um, well I, um..." "Great, now I want you to go to the living room but DO NOT peek at the family room or you'll ruin everything." Dan turned away from the mirror and headed out, passing close by me. It was close enough for his skirt to rub against my legs. It was clearly intentional on his part, like he was trying to invoke some kind of response from me. I loved it, but I wasn't going to give Dan the satisfaction of knowing he succeeded and tried to act like I didn't notice. It was time for me to get dressed. Changing into Dan's clothes was accomplished with minimal fuss. A check in the mirror confirmed that they fit me rather well. I retrieved the pair of men's shoes I had purchased for our first swap night and slipped them on. Dan's ducktail hairstyle intrigued me and I decided to copy it. It took a lot of styling gel and a bit of work, but I finally managed to pull off a credible ducktail. A little makeup to give me a slightly masculine look and hide a few feminine features, and I was ready to join Dan. My new look impressed a new attitude upon me, and I found myself strutting into the living room acting like a teen punk. I found Dan sitting on the front edge of the couch, all prim and proper like a good girl. What a contrast we made. I spotted myself in front of him with the swagger of a teen bad boy, the kind mother's would warn their daughters about. "Wow, you look great doll. How's 'bout we head over to the malt shop and grab us a couple of burgers and later take in a flick?" "Malt shop, uhhh, wha--?" Dan was clearly confused, and then I watched the light come on as he put it all together. He flirted and then reached out for me to help him up. Once on his feet, I offered him my arm. He surprised me by taking it with both hands, and leaning in to put his head on my shoulder. I loved it, and couldn't help but let forth a little laugh. It was so typical of Dan; when ever he gave in to me, he did so fully. I lead him to Carolyn's Diner. "This is fantastic." "Thanks, I've wanted to do something like this for family and friends for a long time. Maybe I can get you to join us and help me out behind the counter." "I'd love to, that has the promise of being one heck of a fun evening." I looked into his eyes, but my mind was elsewhere, thinking of a new level of swap night. "Whoa, don't you even THINK of calling swap night on any of those occasions." "I can fantasize can't I? Besides I have a feeling that you could dress up for, say, a costume party." "You really don't want to go there. Well, I know you want to, but I would advise you not to." "Relax I'm just teasing you. All thoooough, Halloween is just a few months away. Come on, down here to the end booth." I lead Dan to the last booth just before the dance floor. As he slid into the booth, he tried to get his skirt to follow and not bunch up on the trailing side. I stood by ready to take his order once he got his skirt straightened out. "Hey doll, how 'bout a burger? This place is famous for its house special and it comes with a mountain of the best fries you will ever have." "Sounds dreamy, and I'd love a strawberry shake with that." "Ya got it, be back in a bit." I ducked around the end of the counter and headed for the refrigerator, firing up the griddle in passing. Four of the prepared patties with the paper in between, were retrieved from the refrigerator and placed next to the griddle. While the griddle came up to temperature, I went to the counter to assemble a couple of milk shakes. Strawberry ice cream was scooped from a cold bin and dropped into a pair of tall metal cups, and then some milk was poured in. These were slipped into the blender unit and left to get creamy smooth. By that time the griddle was up to cooking temp, verified by flicking a couple of drops of water onto the hot surface. The drops danced across the surface and quickly turned to vapor. It was indeed ready for the burgers. With a patty on paper resting on each hand, I slapped the meat down onto the griddle and peeled off the paper, quickly followed by the other two patties. The onion slices joined the patties. The diner was soon filled with the sound and smell of burgers on the make. I then moved to the fryer and lowered the preloaded basket into the hot oil. Then it was back to the refrigerator to get a pair of chilled, tall clear glasses with thick fluted walls. These were taken to the blender and placed on a tray next to it. I turned off the blender and slid off the metal cups, with one in each hand. Each was simultaneously poured into the chilled glasses. The empty cups were tossed into the wash sink. A straw from a nearby holder was jabbed into each shake. It was back to the griddle to flip the burgers and onions and add the buns, cut side down. A quick look over to the fryer told me that the fries were ready. The basket was lifted from the oil, suspended on a hook at the back of the fryer and left to drain. It would soon be time to assemble the burgers. I went to the dish cabinet turning off the griddle in passing. There would be enough heat left in the surface plate to finish the cooking. A pair of large plates were pulled from the top of a stack of plates on a spring loaded holder in the countertop, and placed next to the griddle. The bun bottom halves were transferred to one side of each plate and received a coating of mayo. On top of each was placed in succession, some of the lettuce, a meat patty, the grilled onion slices, a second meat patty, the rest of the lettuce, and the tomato slices. The bun tops also received a coating of mayo and were added to the assembly. I had kept it simple, as I wanted the flavor of the meat to dominate and not become lost in spicy condiments and roughage. The pickle spars were added to the plates, right behind the burgers, leaving the area in front for the fries. The plates were then placed next to the fryer in front of the holding bin. The fries were dumped out into the holding bin, sprinkled with salt and a special kind of paprika. Using a pair of large, long spatulas, the fries were tossed to distribute the seasoning and then piled high on the plates nearly to the height of the burgers. I took the finished plates over to the shakes and added them to the tray. Our order was ready to take to our table. Waiting tables was nothing new to me, for I had worked as a waitress during my days at collage. My old skills came back to me and I was able to put on a show for Dan. Pulling the tray toward me, I slipped one hand under it as it came over the edge of the counter. The tray, balanced on one hand, was lifted up next to my head. I maneuvered around the end of the counter and over to our table, where I made a big to-do over placing the tray on the front edge of the table. I set one of the burger plates in front of Dan followed by one of the shakes. The other burger plate and shake was placed opposite of Dan where I would be sitting. The empty tray was tossed onto the counter, and I then slid into the booth. Dan looked impressed. He picked up his burger and bit into it. He suddenly looked up at me with a surprised look on his face. "Wow, this is really good. I'm guessing that you ground the meat yourself and you used more than one kind." "You're right, I used equal parts beef chuck, beef sirloin, and goat." "Goat, I would have thought lamb." "I wanted more of a wild meat taste then the lamb would have provided." "Good choice, I really like the slightly gamey taste and the spices you seasoned it with are a perfect match. The caramelized grilled onions are a nice touch. I can see why the house special is so popular." "Thanks, try the fries." "Whoa, the salt I was expecting, but not the slight hot and smoky taste. From the reddish tint, I thought you had seasoned with paprika. Just what did you do?" "You almost had it. I used Spanish, smoked, hot paprika. It's more subtle than, and not as rough as, cayenne; you might try it next time you want to spice things up." "I shall, count on it. This is really excellent; one just isn't going to find anything like this at any fast food joint or diner either, or even a high end restaurant. You have out done yourself." "It gets better." It was time to add some mood to our meal. I inserted a few nickels in the music selection box and keyed in a few favorite selections. The jukebox lit up, and the room became filled with the unmistakable sound of 50's rock and roll. In no time I was bobbin and swaying to the music. It had an effect on Dan as well, for he suddenly bounced out of the booth, looked down at me with a big smile on his face and seized my hand. "Come on lover boy, let's dance." I was pleasantly surprised by Dan's move, clearly he was caught up in the moment and I suspected his outfit was playing a key part. My suspicions were confirmed as we danced. He was twisting his body back and forth more and more, as if he was deliberately causing the skirt and petticoats to twirl and wrap around his legs. I helped by swinging and twirling him around the dance floor. The music ended and I followed Dan back to the booth, exhausted but filled with joy. It was looking more and more like my ultimate goal was a real possibility. I definitely needed a breather, so I was content to just listen to the rest of the music and finish my meal. By the time we had finished, I had recovered and was ready for another dance. While Dan cleaned his hands I dropped a nickel into the selector box and punched in another rockin' tune. As I slid out of the booth, I grabbed Dan's hand and pulled him to the dance floor. I moved him around the dance floor enabling his outfit to work its magic upon him. The dance ended, and we just stood there taking a breather. It was time to move to the next phase of the evening. "Hey doll, how 'bout we catch the flick at the passion pit? They're running a sci-fi double feature." "What, you mean go out to a drive-in, dressed like this? Oh, I am not going to be doing that." "Why not? You look terrific doll. I'll be the envy of every guy there." Dan had a stubborn look on his face, and it was clear that he was not going to cooperate. The thought of what lay in store filled me with both joy, and impatience. I looked into his eyes and flirted. He seemed to soften a little. I seized his hand and started to lead him from the dinner. He offered little resistance as I led him through the dining room and into the kitchen toward the door to the garage. That's when Dan came to a full stop, and it was clear that he wasn't going any further. I let go of him and opened the door. He spotted the car and moved toward it without any prompting from me. I watched him slowly move around the car, all the while staring at it, and then start to notice all the various elements to my drive-in theater. I opened the passenger's side door and then stood by waiting for Dan to put it all together. He caught on and looked at me with a smile. He sashayed back around to me, and without so much as a pause, slid into the car. I watched with some amusement as he tried to gather up his skirt so I could close the door. I was about to head for the kitchen, when Dan rolled down the window. He crossed his arms as he put them on the top of the door and then rested his chin on top of his arms. He glanced up me trying to flirt. I nearly broke out laughing, and it was some time before I could compose myself to say anything. "Be back, soon, doll." "Don't be long, lover boy." I headed for the kitchen sporting a big smile and filled with joy, as Dan was clearly back into the swing of the evening. In the kitchen, I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave oven and punched in two and one half minutes. I opened the freezer and took out a tray of mini ice cubes. These were dumped into the movie theater cups. From the refrigerator came two cans of cola which were opened and poured into the waiting cups. A paper straw, from my stash hidden in one of the kitchen drawers, was plunged into each drink. By then, the popcorn had finished and was retrieved from the micro. I tore the bag open and divided it between the two theater popcorn bags. The drinks and bags were placed into their respective holes in the cardboard tray, and carried back to the garage. I walked up to Dan and handed off the tray through the open window. I moved around to the driver's side and got in. I rolled down the side window, and then reached out to lift the speaker off the stand. It was hooked to the side window as I rolled it back up. Dan followed suit and rolled up his window as I reached for a remote control that was on the dash. I pushed the start program button and then sat back to watch things unfold. The lights went out and the first VCR started to play a copy of an old black and white newsreel. When it finished, the second VCR came on playing the classic '53 sci-fi movie "War of the Worlds". Dan was content to just sit back and watch the movie finishing off the popcorn and soda. But that changed as the move got close to the only scene in the movie that could be called scary. He surprised me by sliding across the seat and snuggling up close to me. Playing along, I faked a yawn and extended my arm out behind Dan, slowly moving my hand onto his far shoulder. When the alien snuck up behind the woman and reached for her shoulder, Dan reacted like a frightened girl by drawing his legs up to my lap and throwing his right arm across me, grabbing my far side. I absolutely loved it, and embraced him. We pretty much stayed that way for the rest of the movie. As the movie ended, a couple of dim lights came on. The soda had gone through me and I would have to seek relief. I removed my arm from around Dan and slid away from him as I opened the car door. "I'm going to go find the little boys room, be back soon doll." "Wait, I'll go with you. I need to freshen up as well." It was a bit of a strange feeling as we entered the kitchen, I realized that I had gotten more wrapped up in the drive-in illusion then I would have thought. Dwelling on my success would have to wait, as my immediate needs were in command and I pressed on to the guest bathroom. I burst through the door and slammed it closed behind me without even looking back, or even considering just how wrapped up in his part Dan had become. After freshening up, I opened the door only to find Dan standing there looking rather miffed. "You men have it so easy. There's always a wait in line at the girl's bathroom." "That's life for you. See ya back at the car doll." I went back down the hall to the kitchen and into the garage. I made for the electronics platform where I swapped out the movie tape for a new one. It was another classic titled "Them!", about giant ants invading the southwest. The special effects were very realistic for it's time. Having changed the tapes, I had nothing more to do, so I leaned against the passenger side of the car and waited for Dan. I shoved my hands partway into my front pockets and started to think about Dan's reaction to the events at the bathroom, and then the problems he must be having considering all that he was wearing. I bit my lower lip as a devilish grin came across my face. Not much later Dan came back into the garage. He strolled up to me and put his arms around my neck, drawing me to him. It was a pleasant surprise, and I responded by taking my hands from my pockets and seizing his waist. We kissed long and hard before he leaned back from me sliding his arms on my shoulders until his fingers were behind my neck. Dan nodded toward the back seat. I obliged by opening the door, and as he slipped his hands from my neck, tilted the back of the front seat forward. He forced his way into the back seat with some difficulty and then bounced across to the far side while trying to straighten out his skirt. As I stepped into the car, I reached across to the dash to push the start button on the remote. I fell back onto the seat and on the bounce, turned to Dan and put my arm around him. As we started to make out, the lights went out and the first VCR played an old classic cartoon. When it ended, the second VCR came on, playing the second movie. Dan seemed to take that as a queue and started to climb onto my lap with his skirt cascading over me. I slid my hand up his back feeling for his bra strap. I quickly found it and gave it a squeeze trying to disengage the hook. My action surprised Dan, and he started to pull back from me just as I succeeded. He seemed to enjoy the experience. He smiled and flirted at me, then took his finger and playfully ran it down my nose. I absolutely loved it. He leaned into me and we resumed kissing. I worked my hand between us until I found his belt. With some difficulty, I unhooked the cinch belt and then slipped my hand up under his sweater to his chest. It was easy for me to undo a couple of buttons of his shirt and slip my hand inside. Dan seemed to like it and we ended up having one hot make out session. But alas, my discretionary side is in full command and the events of our session will have to be supplied by the reader's imagination. The movie came to an end and the lights came back on, signaling the end of our fun at the drive-in. We reluctantly straightened ourselves out and got out of the car. We moved back through the kitchen to the dinning room where Dan started to move toward the living room and the hallway leading to the bedroom. But I had one last bit of fun for us before we hit the sack. I led him by the hand back into the diner and to the counter. I moved down the back side to the fountain, while Dan moved down the front, taking a seat opposite from me on one of the stools. I opened the ice cream bin and looked at Dan. He had put his elbows on the counter placing one hand over the other. With his chin on top of his hands, he looked at me like a love sick teen girl. It was priceless, and I couldn't help but giggle. "What'll it be?" "A root beer float." A couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream went into a float glass. I then moved the glass under the soda fountain and pulled the handle. My days working as a waitress once again paid off as part of my job was working the fountain. I was able to put on quite a show for Dan, from filling the glasses with root beer, to adding the whip cream, cherry, and a pair of straws. With a feeling of pride, I set the float between us. As we each took a straw and leaned forward to partake in my creation, our foreheads touched. We each gazed up into the other's eyes without saying a word and stayed that way as we finished the soda. Soon, all that was left of the float was the cherry, which Dan seized with the aid of the straw. He teased me with it before putting it between his teeth, moving slightly towards me, almost daring me to come take it from him. I accepted his challenge and kissed him with the idea of steeling the whole cherry from him. He surprised me by biting it in half. Oh well, I guess half a cherry is better than none. At any rate, it was time to bring the evening to a close. We moved back to the end of the counter. I took Dan's hand and led him from the dinner, back through the house to my bedroom. Just before we entered, he pulled another surprise by suddenly jumping in front of me blocking my way. He embraced and kissed me for all to brief a time before pulling back from me. With a look of unmistakable sexual desire, Dan grabbed my jacket with both hands and pulled me into the bedroom. I loved it, but his aggressiveness wasn't going to alter my earlier plan to have him. Of course that set the stage for one heck of a love making session, and even though I had him that night, I made sure he felt every bit a man in bed, MY man in particular. As for the details, sorry, I'm just not one to kiss and tell. The next day, as I cleaned up in the diner, all of the events of the previous evening came to mind. It had been a fantastic evening and I had accomplished all that I had set out to. Dan must have gotten something from it as well, for he continued to participate in swap night, and got more into roll playing, even though it was never again required (just hinted at). I also think he was becoming curious as to what he would look like as a woman, as he would occasionally give in to my coaxing and allow me to give him a more feminine appearance. It was yet another thing I could exploit in my final push to my ultimate goal. But first, Dan was going to have to get used to some public exposure while dressed. Halloween was not that far off and would afford the perfect opportunity for just such an experience. I could hardly wait, but wait I had to, and so must the reader.