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Sasha Fedoseev pulled out his driveway and started down the road. Sasha was by most accounts a successful man. He had started a corporation in his early 20's and had guided its ascent. His company now had three subsidiary corporations. He employed over five hundred employees through his subsidiaries and the parent corporation he had founded 10 years earlier. The parent corporation had its offices in a building several miles from Sasha's home. It was there that his staff worked. He had a staff of 11 workers. Two were secretaries and the other nine worked as salespersons or his accountants. Sasha was not a hands-on boss. He was never assertive with his employees. Despite this, they managed to get the job done without him disciplining them. Work though was only one aspect to his life. Cross-dressing was another. He had been cross-dressing since he was a child. Cross- dressing was a major part of his daily routine. He did it everyday after work. Sasha sometimes wondered where the urge came from. He sometimes blamed his Russian born parents. He would figure that it was the name that drove him to it. He had what his parents understood to be a male name, but in the United States, boys' names ending with a vowel were co-opted for girls. He was mocked as a child for his name. The other boys would frequently ask if he was a girl. He hated it, but a part of him liked it. A part of him liked thinking of himself as a girl. Sasha was sometimes sure that was how his urge to wear skirts started. However, other times he figured it was something he was probably born with. Whatever the urges origins, crossing dressing had been part of his life for years. He strove to be more passable. After he went to work straight of high school, he even had a nose job to look more feminine and had his chin rounded before he started up his company. Sasha counted himself fortunate to stand no more than 5'8". That was within the range of possible female height. Sasha had become increasingly open about his cross-dressing. He started talking to local cross-dressers online. He even met up with a group of 10 of them bi-weekly. They usually met at one of the members' houses. The members varied in age and shame about their dressing. While they all dressed, some of them went to extremes to disguise themselves when they went out. Others were more open. One of the members even had a facebook page for the group with photo's of himself and blurred pictures of those ashamed to be in the group. They also shopped together once month. They always went out in public as a group because of a feeling of safety in numbers. Sasha enjoyed his time with them to the point that he even set up a dance studio in his basement so that guys could get a chance to do some girlish activities together in relative privacy. Sasha found a fairly open-minded dance instructor who the guys all chipped in to pay a premium for her private instructions. Although Sasha loved their dance classes, their trips to the stores were always the most eventful. Sasha was thinking about their last shopping night as he was driving to work. He thought about how he situated his gaff until he was nice and smooth. Sasha smiled at how it felt to slip into a pair of women's skinny jeans and put on the pink t-shirt that his friend 'Mary' had given him. He loved to think about wearing his silver ballet flats and working his hairless feet into them. He knew by looking in the mirror that he was not the best-looking woman out there or even average. He sometimes felt ridiculous dressing, but he loved it. Sasha knew that every time they went shopping, someone would notice them. He was among the more passable members, but some of the guys were over 6'4" and obvious cross-dressers. They would inevitably bring the group attention. They were always harassed, but being among others like him seemed to make Sasha feel a little at ease despite the inevitable remarks. They would walk through the mall garnering more than a few stares, snickers and epithets. Every time, Sasha heard some call him fag or a sissy, he felt a rush of excitement. He was always confused by why the humiliation of being called such a thing brought on a feeling of arousal, but he did not dare mention it to anyone. He knew the others hated and bemoaned it. Sasha's mind began to drift as he wondered if he was somehow different from his cross-dressing friends. Maybe they were all cross-dressers, and he was something a little different, he wondered. There was little time to ponder it though. Sasha had reached the large building that housed his office. He pulled into his reserved parking spot and put the car in park. He stepped out of his luxury car and headed through the front door. Sasha walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. As he waited, he turned to his left and saw three employees of another company that worked in the building. The two women were managers at the company. One was Marissa Ford. She was a fair-skinned woman with red hair. Sasha eyes darted down to her sheer, black pantyhose covered legs that were visible beneath her above the knee, pencil skirt. He stared longingly at her for a moment before he averted his eyes for fear of being caught. Marissa was tall for a woman. She stood at 5'8", the same height as Sasha, but she always towered over him because she never wore anything besides 4 inch heeled shoes or boots. Sasha was always impressed by her. She had a strong personality. Marissa's female subordinates often looked at with a mix of fear and admiration, and her male subordinates were often caught looking lustily at her despite being intimated by her. Sasha then looked to Lisa Giordano. She was another manager at the company. She was 5'4" with long, dark brown hair and tan skin. She had a particularly close relationship with Marissa. Lisa struck Sasha as less authoritarian than Marissa in his limited interaction with her. Still, Sasha knew that Lisa's subordinates never dared to cross her. He heard her proudly call herself an Italian bitch and chew out both male and female employees in the lobby of the building. Sasha's eyes next met Lisa's husband Robbie. Robbie was a little shorter than Sasha and a good bit heavier. He was clearly overweight, but not by very much. He had a haircut that Sasha thought looked like a bowl cut and seemed to have the lightest possible skin pigmentation. Sasha always wondered what Lisa saw in Robbie. He knew that Lisa and Robbie met at their job when Lisa was a rising star and Robbie was the definition of mediocrity. Yet for some reason Lisa stayed with Robbie and eventually married him even as she was promoted above him. Sasha admired Robbie's gray suit that was almost unisexual in nature. Sasha always thought Robbie was a dapper dresser. Sasha figured that Lisa must have dressed him. He was familiar but unacquainted with the three of them. As he stepped into the elevator, Sasha exchanged brief greetings with them. Sasha was silent as the three talked while the elevator ascended. Sasha exited the elevator in silence as it reached his floor. He walked into his office and past his employee's workstations. He situated himself at his desk before he began to work. Within 20 minutes of closing his office door behind him, he heard a knock on the door. "Enter", Sasha said. He looked up and saw one of his female employees, Dora. She was one of Sasha's most competent salespersons. Dora was a blonde haired woman with a medium build. She was just over 30 and stood just under five foot tall. Despite her large thighs, she liked to wear short skirts around the office. It was a practice that Sasha had done little to discourage. Sasha and Dora had a very informal relationship around the office, which Sasha had with his other employees as well. He felt odd asking them to call him by his last name so he insisted they call him by his first. Dora walked over to Sasha's desk and said, "Sasha, I've recently come across something that I think you'd like to know about." Sasha was intrigued. He wondered if there was something going with the business that he was unaware of. He said, "Go on." Dora smiled and said, "Can I show you?" as she pointed to the computer screen. Sasha shrugged and said, "Go ahead." Sasha leaned back and watched Dora's small fingers type the keyboard. He failed to put together the words she was typing until the image appeared on the screen. Sasha's face went white. He stared at the name on the facebook page, "Heather Brown." He looked at the picture of himself standing alongside his cross dressing friend as they were dressed in matching gold, glitter dresses, gold heels, and black, sheer pantyhose. He turned away from the screen to look at Dora's smiling face. They were both silent for a minute before Sasha said, "Okay, Dora, what's the point of showing me this?" Dora looked at him oddly and said, "I wanted to make sure you knew this was out there?" "Well, I know there are cross dressers out there, Dora." Dora glanced at him and said, "But did you know there were pictures of you out there?" Sasha perked up and said, "That's not me." Dora smiled and said, "Seriously? That's the best you can do." She leaned over and clicked the photo to show another photo of Sasha and the rest of the group dressed as Hooters girls. Sasha maintained his denial until Dora showed him the third picture. It was a close up of his face while he was wearing a black halter-top. His features were undeniably that of the cross-dresser in the photo. Sasha sunk in his chair knowing he was exposed and asked, "How did you find this?" "I was looking up a friend of mine from High School named Heather Brown, and I came across this page." "Did you tell anyone else?" "Not yet, Sasha. I wanted to hear about this side of you first." Sasha explained his long history of dressing to the enjoyment of Dora. Sasha explained his recent shopping trips with his cross-dressing friends and Dora asked, "So you like to be taunted, sissy?" Sasha blushed and said, "No, it's not that." Noticing Sasha's unusual enjoyment of the derision, Dora continued, "Then, what is it you pantywaist?" Sasha coughed and crossed his legs to hide his erection that was visible through his pants and was caught by Dora. Dora seeing a chance to better her position in the company then said, "Sasha, you have to tell everyone about this. It's going to come out sometime if you keep going out in public like that." "Well, I wear normal girls' clothes in public." Dora shook her head and said, "That really doesn't make it any better." Sasha shook his head and said, "I can't do it, Dora. I don't have it in me." "Then, I'll do it. I'll just pull up the page and then it'll be out there, and you won't have to hide it anymore." "No. Please, don't Dora. I don't want people to see this." "Sasha, if you keep going out in public, you're basically playing with a loaded gun. Eventually it's going to go off and everyone here will know. This is the way to minimize the blow if they find out without the caught in public element. Sasha fought back tear in his eyes as he realized that Dora was not going to drop it. He had to come clean or the pictures would be shown around the office. Sasha began to think of the potential humiliation such exposure would cause him. He would be humiliated by admitting it as well, but at least he would get it out of the way himself. The potential humiliation that the exposure would cause him made him more aroused. He tried to think of something else as he collected himself, stood up and said, "You're right, Dora. I can't hide it anymore." Sasha walked out of his office and got his employees out of their offices and away from their desks so he could announce the truth about himself. Sasha paused for a moment as he looked at the collection of familiar faces staring back at him. Sasha cleared his throat and said, "I need everyone's attention. I have something to tell you. It may not please some of you to hear it. It may in fact disturb some of you, but it must be said." Sasha noticed that his words had resulted in visible concern on some of the employees' faces. He realized that they were misconstruing where he was going. Sasha continued, "Let me start by saying I'm not firing anyone nor selling the company." Sasha smiled for a second at the relief he saw on his employees' faces. His smile quickly left his face as he continued divulging a truth he had been hiding most of his life. Sasha decided to get it over with and said, "I'm a cross-dresser." A look of confusion on some employee's faces met his words while others appeared to be fighting back laughter. Sasha continued, "I'm only telling you this now because pictures of myself in drag, I guess would be the right word, are on the internet. I also go out in public on shopping trips with my fellow cross-dressing friends, so I don't want any of you to find it out that way." Some of the employee's stared back at him with shocked looks; others did not seem that surprised. Finally, one of the salesmen spoke up, "Does this mean anything related to our work or the office?" Sasha answered, "Good question, Jim. The short answer is no. Nothing will change. I just needed you guys to know about this." Dora broke in and said, "Well, I'm sure you'll be dressing as a girl from now on given that this out there." Sasha paused and gave her a mortified look. He replied, "No. I don't think so. Everyone back to work." The workers made their way back to their workstations and Sasha headed for his office. Dora followed not far behind him. She closed the office door behind her and approached Sasha's desk. Sasha looked up at her with evident irritation. She smiled and said, "Sasha, you have to come in dressed up as a girl tomorrow." "Why?" "Well, people are going to be looking for those pictures. They'll be curious. They may not find them tonight or ever, but if they get around that's what people are going to think about you. They'll see that fairy picture and think, 'Well, that's my boss the fairy.'" "I don't care about that." "I think you do." "Well, then you're wrong." "Really, so I can go ahead and forward those pictures to all my coworkers." Sasha face fell white and he replied, "Please, don't." "Oh, so you do care!" "A little bit." "Well, if you don't want it to get around, you'd better come dressed in your best skirt suit tomorrow?" Sasha squinted his eyes at Dora and said, "Are you trying to blackmail your boss?" "Blackmail is an ugly word! I call it motivation." Sasha shook his head and said, "Call it what you want, but I can't do it." "Why the hell not? Everyone knows. It's not going to change anyone's opinion of you, you know. If they think you're a fairy now, they'll think you're a fairy in a skirt. It won't make a difference. Think about it, you can finally get to dress like a girl at work." Sasha decided that Dora was right. He figured it did not matter anymore. 'Why not be comfortable?' he supposed. Sasha smiled at Dora and said, "Okay. I give. Tomorrow I'll be here in my best skirt suit for you." Dora smiled and said, "I look forward to it." Sasha then dismissed Dora from his office and began to think about what he would wear tomorrow. He had so many skirt suits. He wondered which would be best. When the workday ended, Sasha went straight home. After making and eating dinner, Sasha went about picking out his outfit for the next day. He grimaced as he looked through his closet. He wondered what he had really gotten himself into. He had skirt suits in multiple colors; he had both light and dark blue and gray suits, a pink one and black and dark purple skirt suits. He immediately decided against the pink and light blue ones. They were too girlish for him. He decided to go with the dark gray skirt suit. The knee length, pencil skirt would not show too much leg, and he was always liked the suits double lapel jacket. Sasha then picked out a pair of heels. He figured the black, suede 3 inch pumps would be the least garish. He did not want to be more of spectacle at work than he had to be. Sasha set the shoes and suit aside and went down to his living room to watch a television show. After a few hours, he turned in for the night. The next morning, Sasha woke up early and made sure his entire body was shaved smoothly when he showered. He dried and brushed out his long, brown hair. He then headed for his bedroom. He went through his dresser draws and picked out a pair of black sheer pantyhose and a black lace bra. He slowly worked the pantyhose up his leg before he went and grabbed his breast forms. He glued them on and helped secure them further with his bra. Then he went and took a long sleeve, white, straight point collar blouse with barrel cuffs from his closet. He placed it on and then put on the skirt of his suit before placing on the jacket. He then looked through his pocketbook to make sure he had everything he would need for the day at work. He placed his wallet into the pocketbook and zipped it closed. Then he picked up the heels and carried them to his front door. After going back up to the bathroom and putting on his makeup, he walked back to the door with his pocketbook dangling off his shoulder. He placed the heels on before he opened the door. He caught his reflection in the mirror by the door and began to have second thoughts about what he was doing. He knew that everyone at the office knew, but if he went in as a woman. There would be no turning back. Sasha was sure he was passable and found his feminine self slightly attractive, a fact of which he was often ashamed. Still, a part of him was screaming that any embarrassment this might cause him was worth it. He gave into that urge and walked out the door to his car. He started the car and placed on his sunglasses. He looked in his rearview mirror as he drove down his street in his Lexus. He looked like the consummate professional businesswoman. He wondered how his employees would treat him. When he reached the office, Sasha parked in his reserved parking spot and saw no one he knew. He walked into the lobby and again saw no one. Feeling a little disappointed, he hit the elevator button and ascended to his office alone. He walked into the office and saw a few employees who met his appearance with surprised stares. He walked past the silent gawking people and headed for his office to await the rest with a slight smile on his face. When it was half past nine, Sasha went out to address the murmuring employees. He walked out of his office and met the startled looks of his employees. He called for their attention and said that he would be occasionally dressing around the office. The initial shock began to wear off. All of the male employees and some of the female employees went back to work while others came up to Sasha and asked about his appearance. Sasha and the girls exchanged a few complements about how the others were dressed before he went back into his office to get to work. Other than that, no one treated him any differently to his face. He figured that the worst of it was over. Sasha knew that his position protected him from abuse and began to consider dressing everyday. After Ellen, his secretary, brought him his lunch, Dora knocked upon Sasha's door. He said, "Enter." Dora asked if she could sit. Sasha said she could. Dora then said, "There's been some unrest about your appearance." Sasha blushed and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm sure their not talking about me." "Yes they are! Don't you understand what's going on?" Dora shouted. "Yes Ma'am", Sasha answered weakly in a way he instantly regretted. Dora smiled at his submissive response. She decided to press her case for increased responsibilities. "Sasha, I think you should let me run the business for a while. Not permanently, of course, but just till you get your bearings in heels." "I don't need time." "Well, I don't think you do either, but the employees are just not going to respect some mincing sissy boss. They need to get used to you in a skirt. Give them some time." "They don't need time. I'm the boss! They may talk behind my back, but they won't disobey me because I'll can their asses! "Ha. Sasha, everyone here knows you've never fired anyone. You didn't even fire Michael despite his constant belittling of you." "He's not here anymore!" "That's because he left and got a better job. He even laid into you on the way out. Yet, you still did nothing." Sasha put his head down. He knew he was too weak to instill discipline in his employees. He was lucky to have a self-policing group. Selecting employees with that quality was one of his best business skills. He wondered if his dressing would really cause those employees to change. "If you put me in charge, you know I can keep them in line." "How do I know that?" Sasha asked in low, meek voice. "Because I confronted you. You know, I'm cold calculating bitch. Let's not mince words like you mince steps. You know what I am. I know what I am. We both know what you are. I'm up front about all of it." Sasha started to shake his head as he tried to deny everything she was saying. Dora glared down at him as she stood up and ordered him out of his chair. Sasha complied to his deep humiliation and unexpected sexual excitement. She led him towards the door and said, "You can count on me to run this place right." Sasha replied, "I don't know, Dora" as Dora opened the door. Dora shouted for the office's attention. The employees came out to hear her. She said in a loud voice. "Sasha has given me control of the company. I am now your boss. Sasha will now be working my job." Startled looks greeted the announcement. Sasha wanted to tell Dora she was wrong. He wanted to shout to his employees that no such change would be happening, but he was too meek to correct her. He begrudgingly accepted his demotion. Ellen looked at Sasha and said, "You're taking her job? But you promised it to me." Sasha nodded. Dora saw her chance to further subjugate Sasha and took it. She looked at Ellen and said, "You're right. Ellen, you now have my job and, Sasha, you can do Ellen's." Sasha blushed as he realized that he was now going to be a secretary at his company. The faces of his employees turned coworkers were looking back at him with a mixture of amazement, contempt, and confusion. Sasha wanted to cry. He felt a deeply humiliated, which resulted in a feeling of sexual excitement that concerned Sasha mightily. The odd sexual bliss he was feeling prevented him from fighting back. He surrendered to his urges. Dora called for some of the employees to help her, Ellen and Sasha move their stuff to their respective new locations. Dora's office belongings were cleaned out and moved into Sasha's former office. Ellen's were then moved into Dora's vacant former office and Sasha's stuff was piled up next to the secretary's desk in front of his former office. The contents of each computer were copied over to flash drives because each of them was keeping the computer at their respective new desks. As Sasha set up his secretary's desk, he saw a few of the male employees looking at him. Their disapproval of him was clear in their eyes. Sasha felt a peculiar excitement from it. He did not know why he liked being judged as inferior or being regarded as contemptible by men made him feel good, but the humiliation resulted in personal feelings of ecstasy. As Sasha began to get to work on Ellen's work pile, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Dora looked down at him and said, "I'm the boss now." "Yes, I know", Sasha said, unaware of where Dora was going with her statement. "Don't you think I should be parked in the reserved executive's spot out front?" "Well, yes, but there's always tomorrow." "Not, when it comes to appearances, doll." "So what do you want to do, Dora?" "First of all. You're a secretary, so my name is Ms. Walsh. Secondly, I want you to move your car and I'm going to park there to make sure everyone knows who's the boss." Sasha felt overjoyed to be belittled by her. He decided to comply with her orders. He stood up, picked up his pocketbook, and headed to the elevator with Dora. He pulled out of his spot and waited for Dora to reach it. He watched her wave to him as she pulled her Dodge Charger into the spot. Sasha drove through the parking lot and found the spots largely taken. He finally found a spot 200 yards from the door. 'A bad day to wear heels', he thought to himself. Sasha parked and headed for the door. It was a far different walk than the 50-foot one he had become accustomed to. He walked into the building and headed back to the office. Sasha walked over to his desk and started typing a document up for Dora when Dora called out to him, "Sasha, can you come in for a moment." Sasha walked apprehensively towards Dora's office. He wondered what else she wanted to talk to him about. Sasha walked into her office. He already felt out of place in his former office as he looked around. She motioned for him to close the door and sit in the guest chair. Sasha complied and Dora positioned the computer screen so they could both see it. Dora pulled up some photos from the computer's hard drive. Sasha swallowed hard as his humiliation and arousal grew. Dora smiled as she opened up one of the pictures from Sasha's dance class and showed it to him. Sasha was wearing a white leotard, tights and a white rehearsal tutu with nine layers of tulle. Sasha went to speak, but Dora hit the next button and said, "Oh, I love this one." Sasha resituated himself as his uncomfortable erection grew as he stared at the photo. Dora said, "It's a great photo and such a pretty Jazz outfit. I love how perfectly petite you look in that pretty dress. And look at how girlishly you hold your hand out to the side. You like quite a flirty little girl in this picture, Sasha. I thought you'd be a bit more refined. Still, I'm jealous of your thighs, girl. It's so good that you have chosen not waste them in pants." Sasha again went to speak, but Dora went to the next photo and said, "This one is my favorite. I love the costumes you girls are wearing. What is that skirt made out of? Chiffon?" Dora said as she described the matching, green fairy costumes that Sasha and five of his friends were wearing. "Yes, Ms. Walsh", Sasha said meekly. "Can you explain this, Sasha?" "Yes, Ms. Walsh. I have a dance studio in my basement. The whole group of us pays a private dance teacher to come in and instruct us in private." "A private dance teacher? Why don't you just do it at a regular studio?" Sasha blushed as he knew that Dora was trying to rub his face in his effeminacy. He knew perfectly well that she knew the answer, but said, "We can't go out in public like that." Dora smiled and said, "I don't see why you look so cute as little fairies. I don't think anyone would mind this day and age." Sasha shook his head and Dora asked, "So what do you dance anyway?" "Jazz, Ballet, Hip Hop, that kind of stuff." Dora smirked and said, "Really, you sissies are that into it." Sasha nodded as his humiliation and arousal grew even stronger. He resituated himself again and felt a surge in his member as the friction of the movement brought him uncomfortably close to a climax. He struggled to keep still out of fear of the mess he would make. Dora smiled and said, "Don't worry Sasha. I'll keep this between us just so long as you do as I say. The feeling of helplessness overcoming him only deepened his arousal further as he surrendered to Dora. Dora motioned for him to stand. He did so and felt his penis surge from the movement. It blessedly did not cause what he feared. Dora moved beside him, rubbed his arm and said, "It's okay." Sasha felt momentarily at ease in her care before she slapped his butt, and he felt his member discharge. Sasha's face turned red before Dora ordered him to get back to work. Sasha moved out of the office while the formerly warm sticky feeling grew into a cold sticky one. Sasha cursed himself for not carrying an extra pair of pantyhose in his pocketbook. He sat down at his desk and felt the sticky mess running all over himself as he sat. As he typed with his legs crossed, he felt it start to move towards his legs. He pushed his hands down on the spot. He tried to get his hand down his skirt to get into his pantyhose, but it was too tight. He stood up and started making his way to the girls' room. Dora walked out of her office and saw the unmistakable ooze reaching Sasha's calf. She burst out laughing as Sasha motored into the Ladies room. He sat in the bathroom stall and pulled down his skirt and pantyhose and fervently dabbed it with toilet paper. When cleaned it as best he could, he stood up and went back to his desk. Dora could not help but laugh at him further as he walked by. Sasha felt a renewed pleasure in his humiliation and got back to work in a desperate attempt to put it out of mind. It did not last long as Dora ordered him to go make her copies. Members of the staff came out to watch as Sasha complied with the orders of his new boss. His former subordinates could not help but smile as their former boss was being ordered around. Sasha took pleasure in their bemused looks. He loved it. It helped to cement the way he felt about himself. The deeper the humiliation, the more he enjoyed it. As the day ended, Sasha the elevator door opened, and he saw Marissa standing inside. He entered and at first, she said nothing. Then she began to examine him inquisitively. Sasha squirmed in her glance before she realized who he was as the doors opened to the lobby. Sasha stepped out and headed for the door, but he felt Marissa's strong hand on his shoulder. She led him to the side and said, "I always had a feeling about you." Sasha slumped and said, "Whatever do you mean, Ms?" "I knew you were a little pantywaist from the moment I met you. It's great that you've finally come to terms with it, sissy." Sasha blushed as he grew excited. He replied, "Well, once my subordinates found out, I really had no choice but to come to deal with it." "I'm glad you have. It's take a certain kind of person to deal with something like this. I'm glad you're strong enough to be so openly weak." Sasha smiled and his knees bent lower as Marissa seemed to grow taller than ever. Marissa smirked and said, "I think we need to get together some time. Can I have your number?" Sasha was shocked. He looked up at her and stuttered before he could get his number out. Marissa nodded and put the number into her cell phone. She then leaned in, placed her hand on his butt and said, "I'll see you around, sissy." Sasha was left stunned as she walked away. He wondered what she wanted from him. He walked outside and went to his black Lexus. Something felt wrong about his car. It was more of an executive's car. He was not a boss anymore. He felt he needed something that was more expressive of who he now was. He drove to a nearby dealership and went inside. The staff was courteous and kind with him. The salesman did not let on that he thought that Sasha was a man. Sasha looked over the car he wanted to buy. They had the car, but they did not have the color he wanted it in. He looked at the salesman and said, "When can you get a pink one?" The salesman said, "I could get it here by Monday." Sasha nodded and said, "Let's talk a price." Sasha and the salesman hammered out the details of the purchase of a pink, Volkswagen Beetle convertible with a white top and all white interior. When the terms were set, Sasha signed the purchase agreement and the financing agreements. The salesman had caught that Sasha was listed as a male in his credit report. He seemed to be fighting back the urge to mock Sasha out of a desire to get his commission. Sasha picked up on it and began to act more outlandishly effeminate. He started to play with his hair, crossed his legs to the side and talked with his hands and a deliberate lisp that he had never spoken with. Sasha smiled as the salesman grew increasingly uncomfortable. The salesman realized that Sasha was trying to upset him, but he kept his cool. He resisted the urge to denigrate him with every ounce of resolve he had. As Sasha picked up his bag and headed out the door, he heard the salesman start to laugh with another man. He knew that it was at his expense, but he could not help but feel delighted by it. Sasha drove home and took off his heels as he entered the house. He headed for his couch where he could collect his thoughts. He did not know what to do at that moment. It seemed that every bit of humiliation he received just made him feel more sexually excited. He wanted to hide from it, but he could not. The lid was open and now there was no stopping it. Sasha began to think, "What's wrong with me? How can I be a masochist? I've got to stop. I can't keep getting thrills this way. There's something wrong with me. Maybe I should hit the gym. Yes, I'll go out as a guy. That will get me back on the right track.' Sasha stood up and went into his bedroom. He fully disrobed and kicked his female garments to the side as he opened his closet. He saw his male clothes, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his female one's too. He started to feel the urge to dress. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. He started going through his female clothes until he found his pink and black track shorts and his black, v-necked training tank top. He pulled out his pink sports bra and put in place before he reapplied his breast forms. He put on two pairs of panties in addition to his gaff. He put on his shorts and picked up a pair of women's socks to go with his white and pink running sneakers. He pulled his hair back as he looked in the mirror and thought about what he was doing. He knew going to the gym risked serious humiliation, but that was part of its appeal. He decided to go through with it. He grabbed his gym bag and put his license into it. He headed down to the gym and showed his membership card with his male picture on it. The woman working the counter did a double take before she smiled and returned the card. Sasha looked up his belongings and headed into the main area to work out. Sasha got to work on the lightweights. He caught a few people looking at him. They gave him confused looks as if they were unsure of what he was. Sasha smiled and decided to let on that he was a man. He spoke in his manly tone to a woman who gave him a simultaneously amused and horrified expression before responding politely. As Sasha started to run the treadmill, he heard derisive remarks about "the sissy." He knew they were referring to him, and he loved it. The disapproving looks and comments were what he sought. As he finished up and left the gym with his belongings, he heard someone shout "Faggot" as he reached the door. He paused and turned towards the direction of the name calling man who was not readily identifiable and said, "Yes?" No further words were said. Sasha smiled and headed out the door. He went home, showered and dressed in a nightie as he waited to go to sleep. As his eyes closed for the last time that Thursday night, Sasha knew there was no going back to what he was before. After work on Friday, Sasha invited Dora over to his home for dinner. She accepted the invitation and followed Sasha there after work. Dora came inside and stared around at the pastel colored walls of Sasha's house. The home clearly had a woman's touch to it despite the fact that Sasha did not have girlfriend or a wife. After Sasha got the roast in the over, he gave Dora a tour of the home and showed her his dance studio and his collection of women's clothes. Dora began to realize the depth of Sasha's cross-dressing and effeminacy. Sasha finished the tour and finished with the dinner. He set the table as Dora watched him intently. He gave poured her a glass of wine and served her dinner. Dora was startled by the degree of his submissiveness. She began to feel as she was not exploiting him enough. She figured she would have to grease the wheels and could slowly become even more entrenched at the company. She surmised that a good way to start to cement it was to impress upon Sasha his subordinate and submissive role. As they finished eating, Dora said, "Sasha, I have a new command for you starting on Monday." "Yes, Ms. Walsh. What is it?" "You have to curtsey to me whenever you see me and you're standing. Is that clear, girl?" "Yes, Ms. Walsh", Sasha replied trying to conceal her giddiness. "Good. Now, I must be going. I've got some work to do around my house. Thank you for the meal." "You're welcome, Ma'am." Dora smiled and headed for the door. As she said goodbye and stepped out the door, she looked at her strikingly effeminate former boss and thought, 'I'm going to steamroll this queer.' Shortly after Dora left, Sasha got a call from Marissa. Marissa asked, "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?" "Nothing." "Fantastic. You're coming out with me then." "Well, that's great. Where are we going?" "I tell you when I see you. I want to come by your place. Where do you live?" Sasha noticed Marissa was giving him no choice in these matters. He gave her his address. Marissa replied, "Wonderful, I'll see you at about 1 tomorrow." "That'll be great", Sasha said before he said goodbye and hung up the phone. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day, Sasha got ready for his afternoon with Marissa. He picked out a five colored-block, tiered, knit dress. He put the slip on dress on and positioned the spaghetti straps and smiled at its above the knee hemline. He slipped on his rhinestone studded flat sandals. He admired their look as he walked down the stairs. Shortly after reaching the base of the stairs, Sasha heard a knock on his door and he hurried to answer it. Marissa smiled as she looked at him and said, "You look fabulous in that dress." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "So what do you have planned?" Sasha asked. "I'm going to take you tanning this afternoon and then we are going to lunch." "Tanning?" "Yes. Do you have a bathing suit?" "Well, yes, but I...." "Don't say another word. Just shake your pretty little butt over to where you keep your bathing suits and let me pick out the best one for you." Sasha's face fell white. He realized that Marissa wanted him to get tan lines. The thought of it made him excited so he complied with Marissa's request despite his better judgment. As they walked up the stairs to Sasha's bedroom, Marissa remarked, "You have a lovely home. You really have a woman's touch." Sasha thanked her without thinking about what she said as he moved towards his bedroom. He walked in and opened up his draws. He pulled out his five one-piece bathing suits that he only used when he went in his Jacuzzi. Marissa face lit up when she saw the collection. "This quite a pretty sissy collection you've got here." Sasha blushed and thanked her for her compliment. Marissa examined each swimsuit. She held a teal, ruffled halter-top swimsuit up to Sasha and shook her head. She then did the same for his black swim dress with shoulder straps. Then she picked up his crimson triangle style top, skirted one piece. She nodded and said, "Put this on under your clothes." Sasha felt obliged to comply. He did not know why, but he felt as if he could not refuse her. Sasha went to his bedroom and undressed and put on the suit. He checked out the low cut back he always loved about it as he pulled at the crisscrossed back straps Sasha threw his underwear on the floor and fixed the makeup around his breast forms before he put his dress back on. He slipped his feet back into his sandals and went out to meet Marissa. Marissa smiled and said, "Are we ready?" Sasha nodded and saw Marissa lunge towards him. She took him by the arm and led him towards the door. Sasha picked up his pocketbook and Marissa pulled him towards her car. "I'll drive", she said as if there were any doubt. They chatted on the drive to the tanning salon that was 10 minutes from his home. Sasha was nervous as he entered, but no one gave him a second look. He went with Marissa and stripped down to his bathing suit. He leered at Marissa who was wearing a two-piece bikini. Marissa caught him and smiled. She said to hold out his arm because she had a gift. Marissa dug through her purse and came out with a heart shaped sticker. She clasped Sasha's hand and placed it on his wrist. Sasha looked concerned. Marissa laughed and said, "Do you really think that's going to push your look overboard at this point?" Sasha blushed at her statement. He knew it was true. He followed her to the tanning beds and was placed in one. He had never been in one before. It looked to him like Marissa had not been in one either. Part of Sasha felt foolish for doing it, but he was getting excited because he was doing Marissa's bidding and would soon have telltale tan lines. When the top opened, Sasha moved the bathing suit around his breasts and shoulder and saw the lines on his shoulders traveling down to where his breast forms began. He realized the lines must have been across his back too. He tried hard to not get excited, but he could not help it. He looked over and saw Marissa staring back at him with a satisfied look. She did not look as if she had been in one of the beds. He asked her, "Didn't you go in one?" "No. I've never liked them. I don't want to mess with my skin. I just paid for a spot so that you wouldn't feel alone." Sasha blushed. He now had female tan lines while the woman he was hoping to date did not. He began to wonder if she was just playing with him. She got him out of the bed and headed towards their clothes. Marissa's hand never left his back as they made their way towards them as she approvingly judged his tan lines. As they dressed the sticker came off Sasha's arm and the pale heart shaped design caught his eye. Marissa smiled and said, "It looks good." That only served to make Sasha's face turn red as he put on his sandals. Marissa then took Sasha out to lunch. They discussed their business work. Sasha told her about his history of dressing and about his employee's discovery of it. Sasha invited her home for dinner. Marissa gladly accepted the invitation, and they went to his place after Marissa paid the bill over Sasha's objections. Later, Sasha made Marissa dinner and served it to her. Marissa gave him approving stares as he sought ought her approval. After dinner, Marissa asked Sasha to join her in his living room after Sasha finished with the dishes. Sasha nodded and furiously cleaned the pots and pans before he headed into the living room with her. Marissa said, "I'm very impressed with you." "Thank you", Sasha answered. "You're welcome. I have to say you're the best sissy I've ever met." Sasha blushed and Marissa continued, "You're a terrific cook. Any woman would be lucky to have you around to take care of her like a sissy should. Sasha again blushed and managed to say, "Thanks." Marissa put her arm around Sasha and kissed him and said, "I want to go out with you again tomorrow." "That would be great", Sasha replied. "Fantastic. We're going to lunch with the Giordanos from my office." Sasha face feel white. "The Giordanos? What will they think of me. I don't think they've seen me yet." "They know. I told them. They're fine with it. Robbie's just like you anyway." "What? I didn't know..." "Oh come on, he always wears a woman's pantsuit to work. You had to know." "I never really put it together...." Marissa smiled and said, "They were dying for another couple like them?" "Couple?" Sasha said with surprise before a smile reached his face. "Of course, darling. You know you're mine now." Sasha smiled and said, "You know I could use you around work." Marissa shook her head and said, "I'm happy at my job, Sasha." "I know. I know, but you could be the highest boss at my job", Sasha said as he began to see Marissa as the key to ridding himself of Dora. His hopes were dashed when Marissa answered, "I'm sorry, Sasha. I don't have any interest in changing jobs right now." Sasha looked sad, but Marisa leaned over and kissed him. She pinned him to the sofa and ran her hands up his dress. Sasha became exited, but Marissa pulled off of him. She stood up and said, "Well, pick this up some other time. I have a few things to do tonight." Sasha nodded slowly and watched her walk towards the door. He hurried to his feet to show her out. As Marissa left, she turned to Sasha and said, "I'll pick you around noon tomorrow." Sasha said, "I'll see you then", and closed the door. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day Sasha and Marissa met up with Lisa and Robbie at a local restaurant for lunch. Sasha felt at ease in his grey and white v- necked, sleeveless, pull over dress and sling back, cork wedges. He saw Robbie enter with Lisa. Lisa was wearing Capri's, flats and a yellow t-shirt. Robbie stood beside her in a halter-top, magenta figure skater dress and black pumps. His hair was brushed out, and it became clear to Sasha that what he thought was Robbie's bowl haircut was actually a bob. Robbie blushed as Sasha looked at him. Robbie looked mortified about what was going on. The hostess immediately realized that Robbie was a man. Her surprised look only made Robbie feel worse. They were lead to a table and a waitress came by and took their drink orders. Marissa and Lisa then excused themselves to go to the bathroom. Before she left, Lisa turned around and said to Robbie, "You be a good sissy while I'm gone. Okay?" Robbie nodded and blushed as others turned around to see him. Robbie and Sasha heard some people call them fairies. They saw quite a few amused and disapproving looks as they looked around. Sasha perked up as the humiliation drove him into ecstasy while Robbie wilted and looked as if he wanted nothing more than to disappear. Sasha crossed his legs and said, "You don't like this, do you?" Robbie shook his head and said, "When Lisa caught me dressing, we weren't even dating. After she asked me out, things kind of took off from there. I love her don't get me wrong, but I kind of resent her for what she's done to me." "What did she do to you?" "She practically eliminated my male identity. At first, I just had to dress at home every once in a while. That was what I always did. I was a little nervous to do it around her at first, but she loved it. I started to enjoy it, but then she slowly but surely eliminated my around the house men's clothes. I ended up with my suits and nothing but skirts and dresses. I couldn't believe what was happening until I came home from the store one day and found that all my male underwear was gone one. I haven't worn anything but panties, thongs, and hosiery for 6 years." Sasha smiled and said, "Lucky girl." Robbie shook his head and said, "I'm not like you. I don't like this. I don't like the attention. That's the worst of it for me. I could tolerate just being a cross dresser at home, but she makes me do it every time we go out together. Hell, even my suits are really women's pantsuits. I have to carry my stuff in my briefcase." "Well, that's better than a purse, isn't it?" "Yes, but I'd still like to have pockets. I'd like to go into work and not have my coworkers snickering about me and teasing me for being such a fairy." "Why don't you talk to her about it?" "I have tried, but it's a waste of time. I know why she's the way she is. Some guy hurt her, and she swore off them. She wasn't a lesbian, so she kind of needed to find a guy who couldn't hurt her. That's where I came in. The more I dressed for her, the weaker I became. You don't understand. When I met her, I was a guy. Now, I'm just a simpering little pantywaist." Sasha put his hand on Robbie's and said, "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm happy you shared that with me." Marissa and Lisa caught Sasha's words as they returned to the table. "Isn't that sweet?" Lisa said as she sat. Robbie blushed. Lisa continued and said, "I knew you two would hit it off. You're just like girlfriends. Maybe you'd like to dish about guys?" Sasha felt excited by her statement, but it was clear to him that Robbie felt ashamed. Sasha felt bad for him. Robbie was only a cross- dresser but his wife forced him to be a sissy. Marissa said, "I have to admit, Sasha, I never realized you were that girly?" Sasha blushed and said, "I hope you don't mind." Marissa grinned and said, "Mind? I couldn't be happier." Lisa broke in and said, "Robbie, you should be happy to have found a girlfriend like Sasha." "Yes, Lisa, you're right", Robbie replied meekly. Lisa looked at Sasha and said, "You've got a whole bunch of friends just like you and Robbie. Maybe he could tag along on one of your shopping trips or dance classes Marissa has told me about?" Sasha went to try to deflect the question, but Marissa answered for him, "That's a great idea, Lisa. Isn't it, Sasha?" Sasha could not bear to correct Marissa so he replied, "Absolutely." Robbie's eyes darted to floor as he began to feel sick to his stomach. Lisa asked, "Are you guys going shopping anytime soon?" "No. Not for a month", Sasha replied. "Well, how about your dance class? Can Robbie pay his way in?" Sasha shrugged and said, "I guess. The girls are coming over tomorrow evening for this weeks dance class." "That's fantastic! Isn't Robbie?" Lisa declared. Robbie replied, "Yes", in a low voice. "Marissa tells me you and your sissy friends get together and do all various types of dancing. I think she said, Jazz, Tap, Ballet and some others. What type of dancing are you going to do Monday?" "It's a Ballet week." "Ballet! How wonderful. Why don't you ask Sasha what to wear? You don't look like an out of place sissy, do you Robbie?" Robbie blushed and said, "No." "Of course you don't. So go on then." Robbie coughed before he said, "What should I wear to dance class?" Sasha paused as he felt bad for Robbie. He wanted to say something that would not be too humiliating if it was overheard, but Marissa's presence made that an impossibility for Sasha. He responded, "Just wear a leotard. Any color is good. We don't do en-Pointe so just get yourself a good pair of ballet slippers and a pair of tights, any color again." Robbie blushed as he heard snickering from nearby eavesdroppers. "That's great. You have that all pink ballerina outfit Robbie from that Halloween party last year, and you wanted to throw it out. Ha! You looked so darling in it." A patron at the next table near fell out of his seat laughing at Robbie. Sasha saw tears starting to form in Robbie's eyes. They soon after ordered their food and ate their lunch together. All Sasha could think about as he ate was how bad he felt for Robbie. After lunch, Sasha and Marissa said goodbye to Robbie and Lisa before Marissa drove Sasha home. Sasha was mostly quiet on the short ride home. After Marissa followed him in and sat on his couch, Sasha felt the need to ask a question about Robbie. "You know he hates to dress in public, right?" "Of course, darling. That's why Lisa gets pleasure in making him do it. She loves to make him submit to things he hates to do." Sasha huffed and asked, "Is that what you're trying to do with me?" Marissa looked hurt and said, "Of course, not. You like it! How could you even think that?" "I really didn't until seeing you with Lisa." "Lisa and I are very different people, but we're friends. She likes to control men totally. It empowers her. I don't need that. She wants a slave, and I want an obedient wife. We just both happen to like a man in a skirt. That's about the extent of our similarities. She needs to project her dominance. I don't. I think mine's pretty clear. Isn't it?" "Of course it is, Marissa. But have you ever talked to her about what she's doing to Robbie?" "Absolutely. I know what's going on there." "And you don't feel badly for him?" "Sometimes. Not often though. Despite all the humiliation Robbie feels, he doesn't leave her. He's told me that he loves her." "Yes, he said that to me too." "It's a real love there. At home, they really function well together and Robbie's gotten used to being treated differently at work. He just gets flustered in public, but with the way she dresses him, I can't blame him. But what else can I say about him? He's a closeted cross- dresser that hates the light." "I don't know if it's such a great idea having him hang out with my friends. I don't know how he'll really respond to it." "Trust me. He won't say anything to embarrass you. Lisa wouldn't stand for it. He knows that. So he'll be at his sissy best tomorrow. I can assure you of that." "But he's not a sissy!" "True, he's just a CD, but that doesn't mean he won't act the part." "How can Lisa do that to him, if she loves him?" "It's revenge really. Lisa was hurt by this guy before she met Robbie. She kind of had a thing for bad boys until one got too ugly. That's when she started looking for pretty boys that she could put in bows until they became her docile goodwife. Robbie just fit the bill. Once she caught him, she was in love. They're both everything the other wanted. She pushed further to find things out about him from his sister. She let it out that Robbie had been dressing since he was a kid and stole her clothes as a teen. That's when Lisa knew that Robbie was the one she had been looking for." Marissa paused and smiled and said, "Do you think Robbie looks Italian?" "Well, maybe Northern Italian. That's what I always guessed", Sasha replied. Marissa smile turned to a smirk and said, "He's German-Irish. Lisa wouldn't marry him unless he took her name. Of course, he gave in. If you want to see humiliation, you should have seen Robbie's face when that got around the office." Sasha began to understand Robbie and Lisa's relationship. Marissa then asked, "Could you tape Robbie for Lisa?" "Tape him? When?" "On Monday, during your dance class. Lisa wants a video of it." "Seriously? I don't think the guys would go for that." "Well, I'm sure you can work it out with them. Just tell your little girlfriends that your taping yourself to check your form. Anyway, all we want you to do is put somewhere where Robbie can be seen from it and turn it on. " "I don't know about doing that to him?" Marissa leaned in on Sasha and said, "Do it for me." Sasha nodded and said he would. He could not let her down. Marissa then said she had to be getting home. Sasha showed her out and went inside to await the next day. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Sasha took a cab to work because he was going to pick up his new car that afternoon. He walked into the building and went up to his floor. He walked in and got a few stares at his glittering, 4 inch, silver snakeskin pumps. The men just shook their head as their former sissy boss took his mincing steps to his desk. Dora came and ordered him to get a cup of coffee. He made it to her liking and started to carry it over to her, but she stopped him. "Carry it on the tray I bought you over there." Sasha turned around and saw the metal tray and placed the coffee cup on it. He felt like a lowly employee as carried it over to her as she stood next to his secretary's desk. She took the coffee from him and said, "Are we forgetting something?" Sasha smiled as he remembered her order. He placed the tray down on the table and stood back up. He then gave her curtsey. Dora smirked, turned and walked into her office. The first curtsey Sasha gave Dora made his face turn red as his former employees gave him peculiar looks. He picked the tray back up and carried it over to the countertop on which the coffeemaker sat. He went back to his desk and got back to another full day of making calls and doing paperwork and errands for his boss. When the workday ended, Sasha headed to the elevator. When he got off, he pulled out a number for a cab company from his pocketbook. As she was leaving the office, Dora saw Sasha dialing his cell phone and asked, "What are you up to?" "I'm calling a cab. I've got to go down to the VW dealership on Park to pick up a car." "Is your car here?" "No. I took a cab here." "You took a cab here? Well, I'll drive you down to the dealership", Dora said as she was impressed with how comfortable Sasha had grown with effeminacy. "Thanks", Sasha said. Sasha followed Dora to her car. Sasha got into the passenger seat of the car parked in his former parking spot. Dora drove him down to the dealership and waited with him as Sasha waited for his car. Dora's stood with a gaped mouth as saw Sasha's new car. "You bought that?" Dora said as she was shocked by the extent of his embrace of his new status. "Yup." Dora was unable to do anything but state the obvious, "That car's too girly for most girls." "Not for me, though", Sasha replied with a smile as he took the keys from the man driving it up to him. "Thanks for the drive, Ms. Walsh." "You're welcome", a still startled Dora replied while Sasha stepped into his car and put the top down. He waved to Dora as he pulled out of the lot. Sasha drove down the highway with the wind blowing his hair and garnered a few catcalls from passing motorists unaware of his concealed and repudiated masculinity. Sasha pulled up to his home and put up the top before heading inside to make dinner. After eating, Sasha went to his room and got ready for his dance class. He put on his pink camisole leotard and ballet pink tights. He pulled his hair back and tied it in a ponytail before he put on his long sleeve, black shrug. He tied the ties across his breasts and picked up a pair of pink leg warmers. He placed them on before he finished off his look with a black, pull on skirt with a pleated waistband. Sasha then took his pink, canvas ballet slippers from his closet and carried them down the stairs. Shortly after he finished dressing, the first guests arrived. They gathered around his car, which he showed them to their amused and somewhat envious faces. They each admitted that none of them would have the courage to drive a car that was so obviously made with a woman in mind. The last person to arrive was Robbie. Robbie got out of the car slowly and pulled his jacket down in a futile attempt to conceal his tutu as he walked up to them dressed in his full ballet outfit, sequined white jacket and pink sandals while carrying his ballet slippers and pocketbook. Sasha introduced Robbie to the other cross-dressers and took him inside away from the prying eyes of Sasha's neighbors who were already aware of Sasha's dressing. Sasha waited for the dance instructor to come as Robbie headed down to the studio with the other dancing cross-dressers to stretch. Sasha let the dance instructor in and followed her into the basement. She surveyed the room as Sasha went and started the video camera. A few of the guys asked him about it, but he explained it was for his own review of his movements. That was enough to assuage them. The instructor called for the guys' attention, "Okay girls, let's get started. Oh, wait, who is this?" "Madame Jones, that's our new recruit Robbie", Heather said. "It's nice to meet you, Robbie." Robbie blushed at being addressed by a woman while being so embarrassingly dressed. He slumped and said, "It's nice to meet you too." Madame Jones looked at him coldly and said, "Improve your posture, girl. I will not have a slumping sissy here. Remember, dear, if your wrists are limp, your chest must be out." "Yes, Ma'am", Robbie said, befuddled. "Good, girl", she said before turning to the rest and said, "To the barre girls." The men went to the barre and awaited her instructions. Robbie stared into the floor to ceiling mirror that the barre was attached to. He wanted to cry at the reflection of the overweight sissy in a leotard staring back at him. He was embarrassed by his thighs and waist and jealous of the skinnier and longer legged dancers. He kept telling himself he was not like them. 'They're sissies! I'm just a cross- dresser being forced to do this', he thought to himself. Madame Jones called out, "First position. We'll start with a demi plie." The accustomed dancers did as they were instructed. Robbie tried to follow what they did, but he was unfamiliar with what he was seeing. "No. No. All wrong Robbie." "I'm sorry, Madame." "Are you familiar with the basic positions?" "No, Madame." "Girls stay at the barre. We're going to go a little slower so Robbie can catch up. Okay who wants to show Robbie how we do a demi plie in first position? Oh, I know, Sasha, come over here." Sasha moved next to Robbie and Madame Jones said, "Watch her, Robbie. See her feet pointing in opposite directions. That's first position. Notice how her back is perfectly straight. This is good posture. It is essential. See her hands are on the barre. Now, demi plie." "Did you see that Robbie. Sasha, do it again slowly. Notice, her knees slowly bend over her toes and her heels don't rise off the floor, then she slowly and gracefully bends back up." Sasha had to fight against getting an erection as he was being referred to as a girl. "Now, everyone. First position, demi plie." They all did the movement in unison. Madame Jones smiled at Robbie and said, "Good plie. Now, we're going to do a grand plie. Watch Sasha again. It starts out like a demi plie, but watch Sasha. See how her knees go beyond her toes. See that! Your feet rise off the floor and you keep your hips directly over your feet. Great work Sasha. See that Robbie. If you try hard enough, I bet you could be nearly as good of a sissy as Sasha." Sasha and Robbie both blushed, but for different reasons. Robbie and the rest then did the grand plie. Madame Jones made them go through all five positions in demi and then grand plies. Robbie grew more and more humiliated with each one. Sasha looked back at the camera and began to have second thoughts of turning over the tape to Marissa. They then went through several barre exercise doing eleves, battement tendu and a rond de jambe. Madame Jones made Heather show Robbie the arm positions while the others practiced steps and pirouettes. Sasha periodically looked at Robbie and noticed that he looked unhappy to be doing such effeminate arm movements. When class wrapped up, Sasha's fellow dancers made their way out of the house. Robbie thanked Sasha for letting him into the private class, but Sasha figured that Robbie had been put up to that by Lisa. He said, "No problem, Robbie. Glad to help." Robbie nodded and headed out the door. Robbie was conflicted. He wanted to hate what he had done, but he enjoyed it. He looked back at Sasha and said, "Can I come back for another class?" Sasha was unsure if Lisa had made Robbie say that as well. He hoped she had not. He smiled and said, "Of course." "Thanks", Robbie said with a smile that quickly turned to concern over what it meant about him. When the last guest went home shortly thereafter, Sasha called Marissa and told her she could pick up the video. Marissa reached the house in less than 20 minutes. She walked in and said hello to Sasha and took hold of the tape. She then clutched his arms and kissed him deeply. Sasha was surprised momentarily, but her assertive conduct was not out of character. She let him go from her grasp and he stumbled back a little. She smiled and said, "Yes, I have that affect on people." She then said goodbye and that she would see him tomorrow. Sasha closed the door behind her and went to shower before bed. The next day, as Sasha left the office to pick up lunch for Dora,