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October is breast cancer awareness month. With that noble cause in mind I invite you to come along on this whimsical journey during which you will learn how two very lucky guys discover the true magic only Princess Diaries backpacks can possess. The Princess Backpack Diaries By: Simonne Danielle [email protected] © 2010 All Rights Reserved "Now here's a story that ought to put every guy's sense of masculinity to the ultimate test," anchor woman Alycia DiGenaro read from the teleprompter as she seamlessly segueyed into the next feature of her Emmy Award winning 'Daybreak in the City' news broadcast. "This just in to Fox News. Joe McBride, a real man's man if there ever was one, has agreed to tote around his eight year old daughter's Princess Diaries Backpack for the entire month to show his support for the rather unorthodox plan her third grade class has devised to raise money for breast cancer awareness. "As you can see from this exclusive footage shot by our Fox News Team, Joe's Princess Diaries Backpack is shocking-pink polyester, has a heart-shaped outer pocket featuring Disney's famed Princess along with her entire entourage wearing their trademark princess ball gowns. And check this out -- It's even adorned with sparkly faux gemstones. Hardly an accessory you would expect to see adorning the shoulder of a burly construction foreman like Joe McBride. While no doubt a worthy cause, carrying this most feminine of pre-teen accessories will surely subject an undeniably macho Joe McBride to lots of embarrassment and friendly (we hope) teasing from his co-workers during the next month. We also hope, as does a very brave Joe McBride, that by the end of the month his sissy backpack will be overflowing with the five to ten dollar donations he plans to solicit from co-workers and everybody else whose path he crosses daily ..." Julie Monroe and Rachel Tyler, her best friend and roommate, half- listened to the morning news in the background while they were getting dressed for another day at work. Last night had been rough. A lot of fun -- but rough. Happy Hour after work, two shared bottles of their favorite Chardonnay when they got home, followed by the slow and tender loving they also enjoyed sharing with each other, had left them somewhat shaky this morning -- barely able to get their eyeliner on straight. If the truth be known the two girls were much more than best friends. Their demanding jobs left them too tired most days to bother with the hassle of the dating scene. As a result they spent many evenings comforting each other in those 'special' ways that only girls can. It was a secret they happily shared but one they kept strictly under wraps due to the ultra conservative atmosphere at the firm where they were employed. They had to giggle as they listened to Alycia DiGenaro's newscast and watched the footage of a burly Joe McBride carrying his daughter's Princess Diaries Backpack across the construction site where he was employed as a foreman. "I don't know why we're sitting here giggling like a couple of hyenas," Julie said. "If you think about it that guy is really pretty brave. Not many guys would do what he's doing -- worthy cause or not. Maybe we should try to recruit some of the guys in our office to do the same thing." "Yeah, right!" Rachel commented cynically. "Like any of the jerks we work with would step up to the plate and tote around a Princess Diaries Backpack like that!" The two roommates were getting ready for another workday at Logan and Associates, the nationwide accounting firm where they were employed as mid-level bookkeepers. Like most mid-level employees everywhere Julie and Rachel engaged in the time-honored and endless tradition of grumbling. They grumbled about their immediate supervisors. They grumbled about the 'Big Bosses'. They grumbled about having to work overtime. They grumbled about some of the jerks they called co-workers. They grumbled about inadequate break room facilities. They grumbled about how far away from the office they had to park. The lengthy distance from the employee parking area to their desks in the bookkeeping section forced them to traverse a cold, dank, windswept parking garage. Their morning trek was made all the more miserable since an inviolable company policy required that they adhere to a strict dress code. It was a constant source of irritation for all the women at the firm. The etched-in-stone corporate dress code dictated by Logan and Associates required male employees to wear somber suits and ties -- never sport jackets. It required women to wear appropriate 'business' attire -- skirts or dresses suitable to maintain a professional office environment, along with heels, hosiery, and 'tastefully applied' cosmetics. Even on winter days the 'powers- that-be' refused to relax the company dress code and permit women to wear more sensible and comfortable pantsuits. "If I ever get my hands on the chauvinist who came up with this sexist dress code," Julie grumbled as she struggled into her pantyhose, "I'll wrap these nylons around his neck and strangle him!" Even though she had been grumbling to her supervisor for two weeks that the tear in her vinyl-covered desk chair was wreaking havoc with her nylons it had yet to be replaced. It was the fourth pair she'd gone through in as many days. "I know what you mean," Rachel sympathized. "Damn! Can you help me? This zipper's stuck again. I chipped a nail trying to zip this same skirt last time I wore it." She turned her back to allow Julie to free the offending zipper on her slim skirt. "Use some lip balm, lover. Just rub it over the teeth then zip it up and down to spread it. It'll keep it from sticking," Julie suggested as she gave her girlfriend's bottom a proprietary pat then gave her a tender, lingering kiss. "Great idea, Julie. Thanks. Where do you learn this stuff, anyway? Mmmm, yummy kiss," Rachel cooed. "That'll keep my juices flowing for the rest of the day," as she lovingly tweaked Julie's nipple. "You know, roomie, not all the guys we work with are jerks," Julie commented as she stepped into her two-inch pumps, slipped on the navy- blue, pinstriped jacket that was a mate to her slim pencil skirt, settled her purse over her shoulder, and checked her make-up one last time. "Yeah, like who?" Rachel inquired cynically, ready to head out and waiting patiently at the front door. The two roommates rode the elevator down three flights to the car they shared looking like clones of each other -- and of every other female employee working at Logan and Associates. "How about Dino and Anton?" Julie suggested. "Dino Conte and Anton DiAngelo?" Rachel asked, now more concerned with backing out of her parking space safely than the current topic of conversation. "Exactly," Julie responded. "Logan and Associates' all-star interns. They're not jerks. They're congenial, eager to do their fair share, and they're always available to help out when there's extra work. Kind of sweet -- both of them -- if you ask me. I bet they'd be willing to do what that construction guy on TV is doing." "You mean carry around a sissy backpack?" Rachel asked. "Not a just sissy backpack," Julie reminded her. "A Princess Diaries Backpack -- for charity! Those two guys would do it, I'm sure." "Hah! If they did, they sure wouldn?t look as silly as that burly guy on TV looked," Rachel suggested disparagingly. "On those two it wouldn't even look out of place," she laughed. "Don't be mean, Rachel," Julie rebuked her best friend. "Just because neither of them is what anyone would call a 'man's man' doesn't mean you have to go and be insulting. They'd do something like that if it was for a good cause. And they both have enough Italian self- confidence to let any teasing go in one ear and out the other." "You sound like you're about to go on another one of your crusades, Julie," Rachel cautioned. "What're you gonna do, recruit those two lightweights to carry sissy backpacks and raise money for charity?" "That's not what I was saying," Julie answered, though the seed for yet another one of her 'missions' had been planted. "All's I'm saying is that a couple of guys as kind and gentle as Dino and Anton would be more than willing to put themselves in that position if they felt it was for a good cause. But now that you mention it, maybe I will jump on the bandwagon and help raise money for breast cancer awareness. You know I lost my aunt to breast cancer last year." "Here we go again," Rachel sighed as she swung the ten year old Camry into one of the last vacant spots on the upper level of the parking garage reserved for 'employees-only'. "I know that tone of voice. You're on another mission. You know," she grumbled, "if we could get our butts out of the apartment earlier, maybe we could find a parking spot a little closer." "And what a cute butt you have, lover. I wonder where you can find those Princess Diaries Backpacks, anyway," Julie mused. "Try Princess Diaries Backpacks-R-Us," Rachel teased. "Hey, Dino. Hey, Anton," Julie greeted her co-workers cheerily as she and Rachel stood in line to clock in. You could practically set your watches by Dino and Anton. The two of them carpooled to work and never failed to arrive at precisely the same time every day. "Yo, girls," Dino and Anton greeted back in unison. "Ready for another day slavin' away in the salt mine?" Dino grunted. "You bet," Julie commiserated. "By the way, guys," she began as she coyly batted her eyelashes. "Can I get together with you two at coffee break? There's an idea I want to bounce off you." "No problemo, good-lookin'," Anton answered for the both of them. "Que passa?" Hearing Anton speaking Spanish with a Bronx accent made her giggle. "No time now," Julie said. "I'm gonna be late. See you in the break room in a couple of hours." "Julie!" Rachel gasped. "You're not gonna ...!" "Hey, roomie," Julie smiled, "Why not? It's for a good cause." Two hours later Julie was halfway through a first cup of coffee when Dino and Anton joined up with her. She looked over the two really sweet guys as they approached her table and thought maybe Rachel had been right. On these two smaller-than-average guys a Princess Diaries Backpack wouldn't look so out of place. Neither one of them was anything close to resembling the burly guy she saw on the TV newscast this morning. What was his name? Oh yeah, Joe McBride, the construction foreman. Dino, she figured, was maybe a slim five foot-five. And Anton -- well Anton was even shorter and slimmer. They both bragged about pumping iron several times a week at their gym. But even that didn't do much to improve their pint-sized physiques. Both were obviously of Italian decent. The two of them, despite their diminutive stature, carried themselves with a distinctive Italian swagger. And, as if they had been cast from the same mold, both sported pencil-thin mustaches and short, though slicked-back, hairstyles. In Julie's opinion the way they wore their hair made them look like caricatures of something straight out of the "Godfather". Their Italiano mustaches looked ridiculous. As any legitimate New York Italian would say -- fuhgedaboutit! The guys talked a good game too -- speaking with pseudo Bronx accents even though it was common knowledge Dino was born and raised in Des Moines, Iowa and Anton hailed from Duluth, Minnesota. And making their phony wannabe Mafioso personas appear even more incongruous, both had graduated their respective universities -- with honors. They had met when Logan and Associates, following a nationwide search, had recruited them. After flying Dino and Anton to headquarters for all-expense-paid interviews both had been offered fully-paid one year internships. Their employment contracts guaranteed positions as fulltime Certified Public Accountants upon successful completion of their internships with a view towards full partnerships if all went according to plan. Julie knew, even though Dino's and Anton's future at the firm was virtually guaranteed, and even with their pretentious Italian bravado, both were gentle, kind, and warm-hearted mid- westerners. She liked and respected them for that. "So whassup?" Dino asked as he plopped down in a chair and slouched casually. His white silk dress shirt was so sheer that Julie could plainly see he had an almost embarrassing lack of hair on his chest. His complexion was so smooth and flawless that she wondered how he ever managed to grow a mustache. "Yeah," Anton joined in, "Que passo? What's goin' on?" as if a translation for Julie's benefit was necessary. Julie grimaced as she saw the way they slouched and splayed their legs in that pseudo-macho manner she knew really wasn't them. "Did you guys see the news this morning? I mean the story about this construction worker who's carrying his eight year old daughter's backpack for the whole month to help raise money for breast cancer awareness?" "Naw," Dino answered for the both of them. Da news is too depressin' foist thing in the mornin'. We was watchin' MTV." "Oh yeah, babe," Anton chimed in. "Lotsa hot chicks always gets my juices flowin'." "So what's da big deal about a guy carryin' a backpack, anyway?" Dino asked. Julie cringed. She knew they never spoke this way in front of the Bosses. In fact, they were capable of speaking the king's English and always conducted themselves in a highly professional manner when the Bosses were around. It was only when they were trying to 'impress' the girls in the office that they put on such phony airs. 'I wish they'd drop those phony accents!' she thought. 'It sounds so crass. If they keep it up the Bosses will notice. They could get into trouble. The wrong impression, and all. The way this company runs, they could wind up fired.' She put a big smile on her face and said, "Well ... it's not just a backpack, really. It's a Princess Diaries Backpack. You know, from the Disney movie. All frilly and pink with pictures of the pretty princesses. Every little girl in the country wants one." "Never heard of it," Anton commented as if he couldn't care less. "Me neither," Dino agreed. "Anyway, what's your point, Jules?" Julie hated when he called her Jules. "The point is that he's carrying it around as an attention-getter -- to raise money for charity," she explained. "My aunt died last year from breast cancer and I was thinking of recruiting you two to help raise money the same way. Maybe some of the other men in the company, too." "I ain't carryin' no frilly, pink backpack!" Anton interjected. "But it's for charity," Julie argued. "Think of all the good you could do." "Yo, Anton!" Dino spoke up. "She's right. It's for a good cause. What's da big deal? So we carry around a pink backpack for a coupla days -- collect a few bucks. No biggy! Count me in, Jules." "Oh, Dino!" Julie squealed. "You'll really do it? Really?" "Sure. Why not?" Dino grinned. "Specially for a cute chick like you. What about you, Anton? You in?" "I guess," Anton replied tentatively. "You got da backpacks, Julie?" "I knew I could count on you two!" Julie clapped her hands. "I did a little research this morning. There's a Disney store at the mall. You could stop in at lunch hour and pick them up," she hinted. "They're not expensive," she added. "You want US to go in and buy a coupla pink backpacks?" Dino asked skeptically. "Sure," Julie assured them. "And when you do, you can tell everyone just why you're buying them. Sort of a way to kick off the whole fund-raising effort. Be sure to tell them where you work. That might even get back to the Bosses. Scoring a few brownie points never hurts, you know." The guys' eyes lit up when they heard that. Anything to impress the Bosses. Even though they were both on solid ground with the powers- that-be, scoring a few extra points was always a good thing. After lunch Julie was back at work crunching numbers on one of the two dozen accounts it was her responsibility to reconcile before her supervisor could present it for the client's approval. Her concentration was suddenly interrupted. "Oh my god, Julie! You really did it. You really got them to do it," Rachel was squealing in a whispered voice. Idle chit-chat was frowned on during working hours. Julie looked up from the spreadsheet on her computer to see Dino and Anton passing from desk to desk in the bookkeeping pool holding out a couple of Princess Diaries Backpacks, obviously soliciting donations. The two pink and frilly backpacks were just like the ones she had seen on the news first thing this morning. Just like the one that burly construction foreman had agreed to carry for his daughter's fundraiser. To her amazement neither Dino nor Anton appeared the least bit embarrassed as they smiled brightly and asked each girl in the pool to contribute -- proudly explaining as they did so where the donations would be going. She glanced over at Rachel to see her giving a sincere thumbs-up. She smiled back in obvious pride. Julie reached for her purse as she saw the two interns approaching. She was eager to show her support for the cause since the whole idea was hers to begin with. Although she couldn't quite put her finger on it there was something definitely out of place as both Dino and Anton walked up to her desk. "Care to make a donation to the cause, Julie?" Dino asked politely and with the sweetest smile. The way he was standing -- feet demurely together and one hand on his cocked hip -- seemed almost feminine. Even more odd, he hadn't called her 'Jules'. "We don't even have to tell you what it's for," Anton added in an almost sing-song voice. "It was your idea, after all." "I'd be delighted!" Julie gushed with enthusiasm. "Will five dollars do?" Then, not wanting to show any favoritism, she added, "For each of you." "Oh Julie," Dino gushed, "this is sooo generous of you!" "Yes, yes," Anton concurred with his hand resting lightly on Dino's shoulder. "Thank you sooo very much." "Oh rats!" Dino whined as he tried to open his backpack. "This zipper's stuck again, Anton. Help me, please. I've already chipped one nail." He held out his hand, fingers up and palms facing away from his body to closely examine his chipped nail while Anton came to his rescue and freed the stuck zipper. Julie looked quizzically at Dino's oddly feminine gesture. It was so completely out of character for this quintessentially macho Italian male she couldn't help but take notice of it. "Use some lip balm. Rub it over the teeth in the zipper then run it up and down to spread it," Julie suggested recalling her advice to Rachel when they were getting dressed earlier. "It'll keep it from sticking." "Great tip, girlfriend," Dino trilled. "I'll pick some up on the way home." Julie had to giggle a little at the way the two interns held their backpacks open so delicately and watched excitedly as she dropped a fiver into each. Then, much to her surprise, first Dino, then Anton, leaned over to air-kiss her cheek in gratitude. "We better get back to work, Anton," Dino suggested. "You know how those meanie bosses get if they catch anyone goofing off." 'Meanie bosses?' Julie thought. 'Did Dino just say meanie bosses? And why on earth was he so suddenly concerned -- almost panicked -- over a chipped nail?' He was cupping Anton's elbow and gently guiding him away from Julie and back to their work section. It was only as she watched them glide away from her desk with their shocking-pink backpacks slung over their shoulders that it finally dawned on her what was wrong with this picture. Gone was their pseudo-macho swagger. Gone was their phony Bronx -- almost Italiano Mafioso -- accents. Even more striking was Dino's almost girlish whining over a chipped nail, of all things. The way they had both just air-kissed her was so out of character as to approach the absurd. She called out to them. "Hey guys, Rachel and I are stopping for drinks downstairs after work. Why don?t you two join us? First round's on me -- for being so helpful with the charity drive." It was the least she could do to reward the boys for their efforts. Especially since their enthusiasm was so obviously sincere. "Why Julie," Dino enthused, "what a perfectly delightful invitation! We'd love to join you, wouldn't we, Anton?" The way Dino batted his eyelids at Anton left no doubt that he was accepting Julie's invite for the both of them. "See you then, guys," Julie smiled warmly. "Don't work too hard." They barely heard Julie's last comment. Dino was still obviously upset about chipping his nail. "I don't suppose you have a nail file, do you Anton, honey?" she overheard Dino whining -- almost coquettishly it seemed. 'Anton, honey! Did Dino really just say Anton, honey?' Julie picked up the phone to tell Rachel that she had invited the boys to join them for Happy Hour, shaking her head in confusion as she watched them walk away. Did Anton just reach out and surreptitiously hook pinkies with Dino? "I swear, Julie," Rachel smiled as the two girls nursed their Chardonnay's while waiting for Dino and Anton, "those two snuck off most of the afternoon and must have hit every floor in the building asking for donations. I saw Mr. Logan, himself, asking them what they were up to, carrying around a couple of sissy backpacks, and all. I thought for sure they were in deep trouble. Then I heard them explaining their fundraising project and how they were making sure everyone knows it's a company-sponsored project. He actually patted them on the back and congratulated their initiative. Those two are the golden-boys!" The girls were at their usual table in the high-end restaurant and lounge that occupied a good portion of the ground floor of the fifteen story office building that Logan and Associates called national headquarters. It was a pricey establishment but one of the few luxuries Julie and Rachel permitted themselves several time a week after a hard-day's grind. "That's great!" Julie grinned. "I hope they both get lots of kudos. They deserve it. I just knew they had it in them." "I have to admit you were right," Rachel confessed. "This may turn out to be a real success. You should get most of the credit, though." "I don't need any credit," Julie said modestly. "Those two are going places and I just want to be around to see it happen. They really are so sweet, don?t you think?" Julie purposely avoided mentioning the curious changes she had noticed earlier in the boys' demeanor. She wanted to see if Rachel would pick up on it on her own. So far Rachel hadn't given the slightest indication that she thought anything was out of the ordinary. "Hi, girls," they heard Dino squeal out gaily. It was all Rachel could do to stifle a laugh as she watched Dino and Anton approaching with their Princess Diaries Backpacks draped off their shoulders. "Nice purses, boys," Rachel teased warmly. "Rachel, stop it!" Julie chided. "It's okay, really," Dino laughed back, not in the least concerned over Rachel's teasing. "They do look like purses, I suppose. Right Anton? But," he giggled sweetly, "they're purses filled with lots of cash. I think we did really well for our first day." "Yes, baby, we certainly did!" as he leaned closer to Dino and almost nuzzled him. He seemed to catch himself just before his lips brushed against Dino's neck. As if he knew such an intimate display might raise a few eyebrows. Julie tried to figure out what had come over her two wannabe macho co- workers. Their phony gruff Bronx accents had suddenly taken on a decidedly soft, almost feminine lilt. And she had definitely heard Dino call her 'girlfriend' -- a totally out of character term of endearment for him to use. Not to mention that she'd heard Dino refer to the Bosses as 'meanies'. -- and call Anton, 'honey'! Dino's concern for his chipped nail and the way they were getting so touchy-feely with each other didn't go unnoticed either. She almost spilled her wine when they both slipped gracefully, bum first with knees pressed tightly together, into the over-stuffed lounge chairs. It was an elegant movement reserved for prim and proper young ladies. But certainly not one she expected to see from two guys so concerned about impressing girls with their quintessentially macho personas. She knew something was definitely amiss when, rather than slouch back with their legs and arms sloppily splayed, as was their way, they sat straight-backed and crossed their legs at the knees. Anton even absently plucked at the razor-sharp crease of his slacks, making sure it was perfectly aligned along his shinbone. Dino was holding out his hand and critically examining his nails. This time with a relieved smile on his face. "I see you got your chipped nail fixed, Dino," Julie observed. "He's such a clever little kitten," Anton chirped proudly with his hand resting lightly on Dino's forearm. "Oh Anton," Dino purred coyly, "it really wasn't that big a deal." "Oh yesss it was," Anton practically lisped. "You were so smart to stop in at the salon upstairs and ask them to file it for you." "Well," Dino tittered, "you can't expect me to run around with a chipped nail, can you? How uncool would that be?" "Maybe we should take Lisa up on her suggestion to get acrylics" Anton mused. "We sure wouldn't have to worry about chipping our nails." The two shared a conspiratorial giggle -- even rubbing noses Eskimo- style -- before turning their attention back to Julie and Rachel. "How clever you are, Dino," Julie complimented, though why on earth these two would be thinking of acrylic nails seemed a totally absurdity. And rubbing noses like they just did, of all things! She was still watching for any reaction from Rachel but saw nothing. Instead, Rachel joined in the conversation as if she were gossiping with a couple of girlfriends. "Don't bet on it, sweetie" Rachel laughed knowingly. "I have acrylics and just the other day chipped a nail trying to zip my skirt. They're a lot of upkeep," she lectured while holding out her hands in that most feminine manner to display them for Anton's inspection. "But if you decide to have them done be sure to let Lisa do it. Trust me, she's the best manicurist in the salon." "Well I think they look sooo glamorous," Anton sighed while holding out his hand next to Rachel's for comparison. "Don't you, Dino?" "While you're at it," Rachel offered sagely, "you both ought to think about getting your hair trimmed. You're looking a little shaggy. And, for heaven's sake, if you can't grow decent mustaches get rid of them. You know how the Bosses are about neatness." It was only after hearing Rachel's criticism that Julie realized the boys' hair was noticeably longer than she'd ever seen it and that their dark-black, pencil-thin mustaches were now barely visible. How had she failed to notice that earlier in the day? "Hi guys," Amanda greeted the four co-workers before Dino could respond. Amanda loved waiting on these four. They were friendly and always tipped so generously. "The usual?" she asked. "Jack and Coke, Dino? VO rocks for you, Anton?" "Don't joke around, Amanda," Dino responded as if Amanda was from another planet. "You know I always order a Cosmopolitan, easy on the vodka and triple sec, heavy on the cranberry. And Anton will have his usual white wine spritzer. You're such a kidder," he giggled. Julie's jaw dropped, as did Amanda's. As long as she had known the boys, Dino had never failed to order Jack and Coke. And Anton was a confirmed VO rocks drinker. Something was definitely going on! Amanda, ever the professional server, immediately regained her composure. "Oh sure, Dino. I must have forgot," as she turned away to fetch their drinks. "That's a pretty dramatic switch, guys," Julie felt compelled to observe. "A Cosmopolitan and white wine spritzer?" "Not you too, Julie?" Dino laughed. "You know we ALWAYS order the same -- Cosmo's and white wine. Jack and Coke? V.O.? Yucky! Way too strong for us! Right, Anton?" "Right you are, sweetie," Anton concurred as he ran his fingers lightly over the back of Dino's hand. "One sip of something that potent would have me too tipsy to drive home," he tittered. Julie had seen each of them guzzle down three or four of their 'usuals' without so much as a slurred syllable on nights they got together for Happy Hour. Rachel still didn't seem to think anything was out of the ordinary. In fact, she praised their choices as if ordering the girly cocktails was perfectly normal. "I love how you two are always so cautious when it comes to drinking and driving -- pacing yourselves with mild drinks. Smart." 'What was Rachel saying? The boys were NEVER concerned about things like that!' Julie thought. "If you get me too tipsy, Dino, I might do something naughty," Anton tittered as he slipped his arm around Dino's waist and gave him a knowing squeeze. "It's okay to put your purses ... I mean, your backpacks under the table, guys," Rachel suggested. "Nobody's going to steal them." Dino and Anton were both clutching their backpacks tightly in their laps. "That's okay. Too much money inside," Anton responded as he smiled and wrapped both arms around the shocking-pink pack and hugged it against his chest. While they chatted amicably and waited for their drinks, Julie almost fell out of her chair when Dino, just as casual as you please, unzipped the heart-shaped outer pocket of his Princess Diaries Backpack and pulled out a tube of lip gloss and a small compact. Both items were shocking-pink and emblazoned with images of the Princess and her waiting maidens. When he unscrewed the cap and extracted the wand applicator, Julie felt like she was having an out of body experience. She watched as Dino opened his compact and deftly applied a shimmering coat of clear gloss to his lips. 'Oh my god! What on earth ...! Lip gloss?' she thought, totally embarrassed that Dino would do something so blatantly feminine in public -- or anywhere for that matter. 'At least it's clear!' Still, she couldn't resist making a comment even if Rachel seemed oblivious to the whole bizarre scene. "Dino," she hissed, trying not to call attention to their table, "what are you DOING? And where did you get that stuff?" "Oh, this?" he cooed as he waived the wand in her face. "It came with our backpacks. Show her yours, Anton, baby," he insisted, casually re-dipping his applicator and applying even more of the shimmering gloss. "Besides," he added with a conspiratorial wink, "the salesgirl at the Disney store said it would keep our lips moisturized. Cold winter weather, you know." Anton reached into his backpack and pulled out his own tube of gloss and a compact identical to Dino's. Julie gasped audibly as she watched Anton vigorously plunge the wand in and out of the tube then concentrate intently as he 'moisturized' his lips. Unlike Dino's clear gloss, when Anton finished, his lips were a glistening shocking- pink. "The only problem is that this gloss wears off too quickly," Anton complained. "I can't even count the number of times I've had to re-do it. Maybe we should look for something a little longer-lasting, honey," he giggled to Dino. "Ooooh, Anton, I love that color on you!" Rachel squealed. "It matches your backpack." "The girl at Disney suggested it," Anton tittered as he looked critically in his compact and smoothed the lines of his lips with his pinky. "Nice color," Amanda complimented as she set their drinks down. 'Was everyone going nuts!' Julie thought. 'Can't they see what Dino and Anton are doing!' Apparently, they couldn't. Neither Rachel nor Amanda seemed to think anything was out of place, accepting the boys' bizarre behavior as calmly as they would if she, herself, had re-done her lipstick. Maybe it was the power of suggestion -- seeing the boys glossing their lips -- but Julie suddenly felt the need to check her own lipstick. She leaned over the arm of her chair to retrieve her purse. What she saw when she glanced at Dino's crossed leg swaying rapidly to and fro under the table shocked her to the core. "Dino," she hissed, trying to be as discrete as possible, "you're wearing nylons! Pink nylons!" "Not pink nylons, silly," Dino corrected her, completely unconcerned that anyone could overhear. "Pink Princess Diaries pantyhose. Can't you see the Princess designs woven into the knit? They came as complimentary gifts when we bought our backpacks," he smiled patiently as if it was something everybody should know. "And the girl at the Disney store was right -- they sure do keep the cold air from chilling us to the bone. Right, Anton?" He raised the hem of his slacks almost to his knee to shamelessly display his sheer hose. "And they're sooo comfy," Anton added with a knowing smile in Dino's direction. "Although, I have to say, I'm not real crazy the way my boxers get all bunched up underneath," he opined as he critically examined the shocking-pink lip print on the rim of his wine glass. Rachel looked down over the edge of the cocktail table and raised the hem of Anton's dress slacks to inspect his pantyhose. "Maybe you should try a different style panty, Anton," she helpfully suggested the way she would if she were talking to a girlfriend. "You know," she advised casually, "Victoria's Secret, over at the mall, is having their semi-annual sale. I think it started today." Julie gasped and thought, 'Am I the only sane person here? What on earth is Rachel saying?' "Oh, Dino," Anton gushed excitedly, "do you think we could stop off on the way home? I'd love to get there before all the good things are scooped up!" "Sure, baby," Dino appeased his co-worker, "you know I'm not one to pass up a sale at Victoria's Secret." "Okay, you two!" Julie finally put her foot down. "What the heck is going on? All I asked you to do was help out with a fundraiser. Next thing I know you come waltzing in like a couple of swishes, glossed lips and all, and wearing pink pantyhose, for heaven's sake! "Julie," Rachel smiled patiently, "what's gotten into you? Dino and Anton are just being themselves. Don't get your panties in a twist, roomie. Their make-up looks lovely. And a decent pair of panties underneath their pantyhose would be much more comfy. I think taking advantage of a lingerie sale just makes them smart shoppers." Dino and Anton, with their Princess Diaries Backpacks settled comfortably in their laps, began simultaneously re-doing their lips. Though both were a bit confused by Julie's outburst. "Wanna try some of mine, sweetie?" Anton offered with a girlish titter. "Ooooh, I was hoping you'd ask," Dino giggled as he eagerly took Anton's shocking-pink wand to his lips. "Now let's finish up our drinkie-poo's and hit the mall." Julie sat there stunned and speechless. Even as they sat clutching their Princess Diaries Backpacks and sipped the last of their 'drinkie-poo's' their slicked-back hair seemed to be growing longer before her very eyes. And their shocking-pink lips all but obscured their pencil-thin mustaches. Or were their mustaches simply disappearing? It had to be her imagination. This couldn't be happening. "Don't forget to sign up for a Victoria's Secret charge account," Rachel called out as the two boys rose to leave. "You get an extra twenty percent off your first purchases." "Oh, goody!" Julie heard Dino squeal as he walked off with Anton -- arm in arm. "Did you hear that, honey? A whole twenty percent!" Two hours later Dino and Anton were happily exiting Twin Pines Mall, each laden down with six large Victoria's Secret trademark-pink shopping bags along with their Princess Diaries Backpacks swinging saucily from their shoulders. "I can't believe how much I spent," Dino chattered excitedly. "It's a good thing we opened house charge accounts. I don't think my Mastercard could stand the hit." "I know what you mean, girlfriend," Anton responded, not giving a second thought to how he had just addressed the guy with whom he had spent so many hours pumping iron in the gym. "The best part of having house accounts is now we get advance notice of their sales!" The two boys made their way out of the mall towards Dino's car -- both of them affecting decidedly effeminate mincing strides -- mincing no doubt caused by the exquisite sensations generated by the silken fabric of their new thong panties stretched tautly between their bum cheeks. "Rachel was sure right when she told us how much more comfy a decent pair of panties underneath pantyhose would be," Dino prattled on. "And don't you simply adore this fragrance on me?" "It's sooo you, Dino!" Anton agreed. "And wasn't it nice of all the girls in the store to contribute to our charity drive? Our Princess Diaries Backpacks are brimming! Julie is gonna be in for a huge surprise." After struggling to cram all their purchases into the trunk and before settling in to do up their seatbelts, they each automatically rummaged inside their backpacks for the new Victoria's Secret lipsticks they hadn't been able to resist. They giggled as they shared the girlish experience of applying make-up by the light of the car's vanity mirrors. "Don't you simply adore this color on me, Anton honey?" Dino asked as he worked the new shade of plum into his lips. "It's called Vixen and tastes divine -- like plums," he tittered absently. Anton had capped off his own new lipstick -- a lilac shade called V.I.P. -- and was storing it neatly inside his backpack. "It looks yummy, baby," he complimented. "Does it really taste like plums?" "See for yourself, girlfriend," Dino offered as he leaned across the center console and pursed his lips. "Ooooh, I thought you'd never ask!" Anton squealed, completely oblivious to several passers by. As their mouths met, ever-so tentatively at first, Anton ran his tongue over Dino's lips to savor the plum flavoring. Dino responded by slithering his tongue deep inside Anton's mouth only to set off a chain reaction resulting in a passionate embrace that lasted for several minutes. "Your mustache tickles, honey," Anton giggled. "Yours too," Dino responded as he looked critically in the vanity mirror. In fact, there was nothing left of their pencil-thin mustaches save for the tiniest hint of downy stubble. "Maybe we should think about going in for that electronic treatment," Dino mused, deep in thought. "You mean electrolysis, you silly goose," Anton tittered. "It's called electrolysis. And maybe that's a good idea." "Shall I drop you off, Anton?" Dino asked with a bit of a seductive hint in his voice as the two reached for their Princess Diaries Backpacks and began repairing the total decimation the shared kiss had caused. "I have a better idea, honey," Anton cooed breathily into Dino's ear and with his hand running lightly along Dino's thigh. "Why don't we stop and pick up a couple of bottles of wine and Chinese and take it to your place. We could try on all the pretty things we bought -- you know, like have our own fashion show -- and then eat. Maybe even have a sleepover," he tittered shyly. "What a lovely idea! It is what girlfriends do, isn?t it?" Dino smiled invitingly. Curiously no one the boys encountered on the way home gave them a second glance. Not as they re-did their lipstick while waiting for the egg foo young, veggie chop suey, and steamed brown rice to-go at Fu's Chinese Garden or as they held hands while walking out of the Liquor Locker with three bottles of a pricey vintage Chardonnay. And to the boys, after they got back to Dino's apartment and spread their new goodies over the bed, all was as it should be. "Soooo ... " Dino cooed, "what do you think, girlfriend? These don't make my butt look big, do they?" Dino was modeling one of his new satin bra and panty sets -- a set in deep purple -- along with its matching garter belt, off-black, lace- top nylons, and a pair of open toe platform sandals with five-inch heels. The black, sheer lace, scalloped bridal wrap did nothing to conceal the alluring lingerie underneath. Anton, in his new emerald-green, lace teddy, suntan thigh-highs, and matching four-inch strappy sandals, sashayed seductively across the room and wrapped his arms around Dino's neck. "I think you look good enough to eat, you foxy thing," Anton whispered back. "Who needs Chinese when I have something as delectable as you standing right here." He cupped the soft puffy mounds on Dino's chest, which didn't come close to filling the c-cups of his new bra, and lightly pinched one of his protruding nipples. The fact that they hadn't been there when they were shopping a mere hour ago didn't enter Anton's mind anymore than the two puffy protuberances on his own chest did. Then he leaned in and nibbled tenderly. "Ooooh, Anton," Dino gurgled passionately, "you know just how to make a girl feel all tingly." "I know your titties have always been one of your most sensitive areas, honey," Anton responded with equal passion. "Your titties and down here -- your tasty honey-pot ..." Anton dropped to his knees and buried his face between Dino's legs. That there was nothing there other than a smooth, wet mound didn't faze him in the slightest, despite the many times he'd seen Dino's impressive man-tool as they changed clothing in the locker room at their gym. Perhaps saying there was nothing but a wet mound was a bit of an exaggeration. In fact, there was the tiniest of protrusions poking out the satiny front of his co-worker's panty. So tiny as to be hardly worth mentioning were it not for the fact that when this unusual day began Dino had been sporting an impressive seven-inch man- tool. That strange fact was of no concern to Anton as he lowered Dino's panties to thigh level and took the inch long, pencil-thin protuberance between his lilac colored lips, worrying it with gentle nibbles and silken licks until Dino emitted the smallest of dribbles then collapsed on the bed. "Oh my god, baby," Dino uttered gutturally after he managed to catch his breath, "you always make me do that so quickly. I just can't seem to get enough of your mouth." With Anton laying next to him, Dino scooted around to face his partner's mid-section. He wantonly unsnapped the gusset of Anton's lace teddy and practically inhaled the drooling three-inch length of re-bar staring so invitingly at him. It only took Anton about two minutes before he flooded Dino's mouth with his sugary-sweet nectar. Neither was even semi-aware of the oddity that was Dino's miniscule, almost non-existent center of every man's pleasure or of the drastic reduction in size of Anton's. Dino sat up and reached inside his Princess Diaries Backpack so he could at least attempt to repair the damage to his plum colored lips. "I love watching you do your lips like that," Anton whispered tenderly as he cupped Dino's crotch and tried to bring his friend's now soft, nearly invisible, pleasure tool back to life. The bulging, hefty tea bags that he had seen so often at the gym were gone. Yet, curiously, there was no slit into which he could probe his finger. Yet, to Anton, all was as it should be. Perfectly normal. "While we're on the subject, girlfriend," Dino tittered like a schoolgirl, "your lips could use a little color, as well. Where's your lipstick?" "In my backpack on the sofa in the living room, sweetness," Anton tittered back as he rose from the bed. "No, honey, you stay right here. Let me get it for you," Dino offered. "It's the least a hostess can do for her lover." He wiggled his panties back into place, smoothed the nylons encasing his now hairless legs, stepped effortlessly into his five-inch platforms, and minced off to fetch Anton's backpack, his hips swaying enticingly. When he returned Anton was languidly rubbing himself between his legs, obviously enjoying the sensuous frottage of silky lace against the pleasure center of his soul. As Dino set Anton's Princess Diaries Backpack on the bed his nonchalant reaction to the sudden disappearance of any protrusion inside Anton's lacy teddy was clear indication that what he saw was perfectly normal. Neither took any notice that Dino's bra and the bodice of Anton's teddy were noticeably fuller. Or that their mustaches had completely disappeared. Or that their hair was now draping in soft waves past their shoulders. The two boys giggled and tittered as they donned silky baby-dolls, tied their hair back with rubber bands, and proceeded to the kitchen to enjoy a scrumptious Chinese dinner. "I think we should turn in the money we collected for Julie tomorrow," Anton commented in between dainty mouthfuls of egg foo young. "I say we wait for a whole month. Then, when we do turn it over to her, she'll really be impressed," Dino countered. "Ooooh, yes! That will be so fun!" Anton agreed. "Besides, I kind of like our Princess Diaries Backpacks. I wonder if Julie will let us keep them after the charity drive is over." "Well duh, girlfriend!" Dino giggled. "Who bought them anyway?" "Oh," Anton laughed as slapped his palm against his forehead to mockingly chide himself, "I forgot. We did," he tittered. "So what are you wearing to work tomorrow?" "I haven't decided yet," Dino replied thoughtfully. "I can tell you one thing, though. I won't be wearing those bulky boxer shorts." The two decidedly effeminate friends embraced passionately for several minutes at Dino's front door before Anton departed for home. As he walked on tip toes to his car he wondered how much it was going to cost him to hem all the trousers in his wardrobe. With the new four- inch heels he was becoming so fond of, his trousers looked decidedly short and unstylish. As Dino stood over his sink and scrubbed away his lipstick he chastised himself for not being farsighted enough to have bought the cold cream and moisturizer that lovely salesgirl at Victoria's Secret had recommended. Then, as he looked critically at his fingernails, he decided to see if Anton would want to break away early at lunchtime tomorrow and stop in for a manicure. Julie had hardly slept. She and Rachel brought home take-out and stayed up for hours talking. Well, Julie had done most of the talking. She was thoroughly distressed over the drastic changes in Dino and Anton's behavior and appearance and had spent hours trying to get Rachel to see it. To her amazement and frustration Rachel simply refused to acknowledge that seeing the boys applying lipstick, wearing pink Princess Diaries pantyhose, becoming so unduly upset over a chipped nail, and using utterly feminine terms of endearment towards each other was anything other than perfectly normal. "But, Rachel," Julie argued out of extreme frustration, "can't you see the changes? There's something definitely wrong going on. Besides the obvious, I can't really put my finger on it. They both seem so different! They even sound like a couple of airheaded bimbos." "Well duh, roomie," Rachel countered, "if by 'different' you mean carrying around those Princess Dairies Backpacks ... Then yeah, I guess that is a change. I have to admit, though, I was wrong." "Wrong how?" "Those two look really cute carrying them everywhere they go. Besides, it was your idea -- raising money for breast cancer awareness and all. Are you ready yet? I'd really like to get to the office early. Maybe we can find a closer parking spot for a change." Julie spent the entire twenty minute drive trying to get Rachel to at least acknowledge the dramatic changes she had noticed in Dino and Anton. It was all to no avail. Either Rachel had no clue whatsoever or was purposely ignoring what, to her, was so obvious. She was at her desk, organizing a new client file, when she heard Dino's squealing voice calling out from across the large office pool. "Morning, girlfriend," he chirped sweetly with a feminine finger- waggle wave. "I hope you and Rachel didn't stay out too late." Julie gasped when she saw Dino wearing a flamboyant, multi-colored scarf rather than one of the somber neckties the company's strict dress code demanded. It was tied in a loose knot and flapped about wildly as he swished sexily over to her desk, practically on tip toes. His hair was flowing in soft waves past his shoulders and he was wearing plum lipstick! And he was carrying his Princess Diaries Backpack over his wrist -- like it was a purse. "Hi, girls," he tittered in acknowledgement to several girls in the bookkeeping pool who greeted him. Dino stood by the side of her desk and examined himself critically in his compact. It was only as his suit jacket flared open that she noticed his chest. There was no hiding the very generous mounds stretching his starched dress shirt to its limits. She judged them to be a c-cup, at least. "Okay, Dino," she growled, "I've had it. I don't know what this is all about but I'm going to find out! Come with me! Right now!" "Julie," Dino whined, "what are you talking about? Is my lipstick smeared, or something?" "Not here, Dino," she hissed as she grabbed his hand and led him away from the bookkeeping pool. "We need to find someplace private." Dragging him behind her she couldn't see the decidedly feminine mince of his stride or the way he swiveled his hips. "Let's go in here if you want someplace private," Dino suggested as they approached the women's lounge. "In the women's bathroom?" Julie gasped. "You can't go in there!" "Don't be silly, girlfriend," Dino responded. "Of course we can. It IS for girls, isn't it?" Dino grabbed her hand and quickly dragged her inside. Julie couldn't lock the door fast enough. "Now, what's wrong with you?" Dino giggled. "For openers," Julie began, "how about this scarf you're wearing?" "I know, I know," Dino commiserated, "it is a little bright, but it's all I had. Anton and I got matching scarves last night at Vicki's. Half off, you know. Couldn't resist. I think it looks lovely. It does compliment my new lipstick, don't you think?" "That's another thing, Dino. Why are you wearing lipstick? And what's going on with your hair? It's like it's grown by leaps and bounds overnight." "You really think so?" Dino cooed rhetorically as he looked into a mirror and fluffed out his waves. As he did so, his jacket flared open enough to display his tautly stretched shirt. "Dino!" Julie screeched. "What's happening to you? You look like you have breasts! Why are you wearing these falsies, anyway? And this bra?" "Well duh!" he chortled while cupping his chest. "Of course I'm wearing a bra. You wouldn't expect me to go around with these puppies flopping around all out of control, would you? Trust me, girlfriend, they're not falsies. Do I look like I need falsies to improve on these?" He undid a few buttons and held his suit jacket wide open to show off his generous cleavage. Then turned this way and that to show off his perfectly formed c-cups. "Oh my god, they're real!" Julie exclaimed. "Of course they're real. Feel." Dino pressed her hand against his soft and yielding bosom. "I can see your bra, for heaven's sake!" Julie hissed. "Everybody can!" "I know," Dino giggled. "But a black bra just looks soooo sexy under a white blouse. I couldn't resist when I was getting dressed this morning. And it matches my new panties," he stage-whispered conspiratorially. "All my undies are black," he admitted. "You should see the sexy garter belt that came as part of this set. Rachel was sure right about wearing more comfy panties, though." "Oh, Dino," Julie sighed, "what's happening to you?" "Girlfriend," Dino replied, "I have no idea what you mean. Okay, okay, maybe a black bra is a bit much under this white blouse. But you should see Anton's bra. It's the brightest red. I could see it from a mile away when he picked me up this morning. Tomorrow I'll wear a more conservative color. Will that make you happy? I do tend to get a bit carried away, I suppose," he mused. He had reached into his backpack and was freshening his lipstick. "It's like you're turning into a girl right before my eyes." "Oh Julie," Dino sighed dramatically, "turning into a girl? How ridiculous does that sound? I'm no different than I've always been." "What's next, Dino? Skirts and dresses? Maybe a sheer blouse like the ones all the girls in the company wear?" Julie was thoroughly exasperated. How could she be having a conversation like this with this ... this guy who used to be the epitome of Italian-macho! Dino grabbed his backpack and headed for a stall. "I have to tinkle, honey. Then we better get back to the salt mines. I have a lot to get done before lunch. Anton and I want to try and get out early. We have appointments at the salon. Lisa's going to do our acrylics." Julie tried to control her breathing and absorb what Dino had just announced. She was touching up her own lipstick and had to grab hold of the sink to maintain her balance when she saw what was reflected in the mirror. Underneath the door to Dino's stall she could see his trousers scrunched down around his ankles. And she could see his lowered jet-black, lace-trimmed thong along with barely-black nylons encasing his legs. Oh my god! He was sitting to pee! "I think you'll love this barely-pink shade with ivory French tips," Lisa suggested to Dino and Anton. "It's very professional looking but tastefully glamorous at the same time. The length is just right, I think. Any longer and you'd have one heck of a time typing." She had already applied the boys' acrylic extensions and was giving them enough time to pick out suitable colors. They had removed their jackets and shirts before donning floral print, wrap-around salon smocks. If Lisa thought anything was out of place she didn't show it. Instead she commented, as if she were gossiping with any other female client. "You know," she chattered as she painted first Anton's, then Dino's nails, "if you don't mind a suggestion, I really think you two would look a lot more professional if you wore business suits like all the other girls at Logan and Associates. I know how strict they are about their dress code. And you do want to fit in, don?t you? A smart pin- striped pencil skirt with a tapered jacket over a sheer, pleated-front blouse will really score points with the Bosses." It was the same sort of fashion advice she had given to so many of her other clients. "Really?" Anton gushed, giving Dino an excited look. "Do you really think so, Lisa? I don't know why we didn't think of it." "That's why I'm here, ladies," Lisa replied confidently. "To think of things like that. Besides, Nordstrom's is having a ginormous sale. Go over to the women's department and ask for Heather. Tell her I sent you in. She'll fix you right up." "We could stop in after work," Dino suggested demurely. "Our wardrobes could use an update, honey." "Like we need another excuse to shop!" Anton squealed. "And while we're on the subject," Lisa whispered confidentially, "a black or red bra under a white top might look sexy for an evening out. But, in the workplace, it's a definite no-no." The lace trim on the boys' bras -- along with their substantial cleavage -- was tantalizingly visible as it peeked out from under their smocks. Lisa couldn?t help but notice. "I know," Dino confessed guiltily. "Julie already mentioned that this morning. We bought every color in the rainbow at Vicki's last night - - except white," he giggled. Anton giggled back, "Oh my goodness, girlfriend, we better get a move on. We'll be late getting back to work! Can we stop back tomorrow at lunchtime? To get those pedicures, I mean?" "Sure, girls," Lisa happily agreed. "How 'bout I schedule you both for regular appointments? You'll need weekly fills if you want to keep your nails looking pretty. There. You're now officially in my book." "Great idea, Lisa. Might as well put us down for hair and make-up, too," Dino said. "Okay with you, honey?" "Works for me," Anton said as he leaned in to press his lips affectionately against Dino's. "So, Rachel," Dino asked as they caught up with her walking back into the office, "what do you think?" He was holding out his hand to show off his new nails. "They look lovely. Both of you look lovely. You're really going to adore them," she advised. "I sure do. Did Lisa set you up for weekly appointments?" As they walked into the bookkeeping pool several other girls complimented the two effeminate boys. Though none of them made even the remotest reference to their now fully-blossomed bosoms. A couple of girls who had been out sick the day before even made a point to drop modest donations into their Princess Diaries Backpacks. When the boys passed by Julie's desk to say hi, they proudly showed off their new manicures. To Julie it was yet another piece of the puzzle that was the mystery of their almost magical transformations. She was determined to get to the bottom of it if for no other reason than to protect them from the serious repercussions she knew would befall them once the Bosses got wind of all this. She had second thoughts about any possible repercussions when she saw Mr. Logan, himself, eagerly dropping a twenty dollar bill into each of their backpacks and congratulating them for all their efforts. He even looked over in her direction and smiled appreciatively when the boys told him the breast cancer awareness charity drive was all her idea. 'That seals it,' Julie thought. 'Everyone's gone certifiably nuts around here!' It was all she could do to concentrate the rest of the day. Nevertheless, at five o'clock she called Dino and asked if he and Anton wanted to meet for drinks. It was their routine and one she didn't want to let slip away. "We'll be there," Dino happily agreed, "backpacks at the ready! But we can't stay long. We want to prowl around Nordstrom's. They're having a big sale!" "A sale? What are you two going to buy now?" she asked with just a hint of frustrated skepticism creeping into her voice. "We just thought we could use a little wardrobe upgrade," Dino replied. "We both need a couple of new suits." 'Thank god!' Julie sighed to herself. 'New suits. Maybe they're beginning to see the light.' "Great then. See you downstairs." She and Rachel were chatting about their day when Dino and Anton came gliding up to the table. Rachel was being her usual frisky self -- running her hand suggestively over Julie's nylon-clad knee. With all the frustrating and yet-to-be-explained changes occurring in Dino and Anton the last thing on Julie's mind was returning her girlfriend's sexual overtures. The boys were chatting excitedly about going over to the mall and checking out Nordstrom's sale. Both had their Princess Diaries Backpacks nestled comfortably in the crooks of their arms and slid gracefully into the lounge chairs. Amanda came over to take their order. When she saw their colorful lips and their acrylic manicures she wisely asked, "Cosmopolitan for you, Dino? White wine spritzer, Anton?" As she walked away, Anton commented -- almost a little too bitchy for Julie's taste, "At least she remembered our 'usuals' this time." Dino giggled at that. "Now, now, you two," Rachel chided, "be nice. Amanda works hard for her money. It's her job to remember these things." No sooner had Amanda set down their drinks then both boys were up and flitting from table to table soliciting donations. As several barflies dropped greenbacks into their backpacks they gushed their thanks. Even bending modestly at the knees to lean in and air kiss their benefactors -- both men and women alike. No one batted an eyelash at the boys' outrageously effeminate behavior. Although several men lewdly ogled the boys' burgeoning chests. When they finally returned to the table and settled daintily into their chairs they automatically reached into their backpacks for their lipsticks. They were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls and holding hands to boot. It was driving Julie crazy. Rachel simply took it all in stride. After only one drink the boys got up to leave for the mall. That, in itself was an oddity. They normally stayed for at least three. "Anton, girlfriend," Rachel called after them, "don?t forget your backpack." "Oh my goodness!" Anton gushed. "Thank you sooo much, Rachel. I'd be simply lost without it." He draped it from his arm and wiggled off to meet Dino who was waiting patiently at the exit. Julie was beside herself. How could everyone else in the world not see what, to her, was so obvious? How could everyone but her act so blas? seeing these formally macho Italian studs sporting breasts that were practically popping the buttons off their dress shirts? How could they ignore their French-tipped acrylic nails? Their absurdly long hair? Or their blatantly effeminate affectations? Why weren't any of the men, or the more bitchy women, laughing or making lewd comments? She suddenly realized that all these drastic changes had occurred the minute they began carrying around those stupid Princess Diaries Backpacks and soliciting donations for her breast cancer awareness drive. An idea she had concocted after seeing that blurb on the morning news about a construction worker doing the same thing for his eight year old daughter's school. She was beginning to regret ever having made the suggestion and wondered if there might be a 'cause and effect' relationship. Of course the idea was preposterous and she immediately dismissed it. Three hours later the boys were pulling into the attached private garage at Anton's apartment. "Can I offer you something to drink, honey? Coffee, tea -- or me?" Anton suggested with a lewd grin on his face. "I'd love a drink, darling," Dino cooed back. "Maybe tonight we can have that sleepover we didn't have last night," as he ran the tips of his new acrylic nails teasingly along Anton's thigh. "You know I couldn?t stay over last night, sweetie," Anton whined petulantly. "I didn?t have anything to wear for work." "Well we won't have to worry about that in the morning," Dino assured him. "We must have bought out the entire store. Thank god for charge accounts," he added with a guilty giggle. "I can't wait to try on my new nighty -- or to see you in yours," as he tenderly cupped Anton's smooth groin. "Mi casa es su casa, girlfriend," Anton offered eagerly as he grabbed Dino's hand and practically dragged him inside. Twenty minutes later they were fighting for space in the mirror over Anton's bathroom sink as they re-did their lips for the umpteenth time. Both had changed into obscenely seductive sleepwear and sky- high marabou-trimmed mules -- Dino in a sinfully short satin chemise in mauve -- Anton in a floor-length sunshine-yellow silk gown, slit in front to his upper thighs, and dripping with oodles of ivory lace. They minced, hand in hand, to Anton's spacious living room where they settled their Princess Diaries Backpacks on the coffee table then cuddled briefly on the sofa. Anton graciously poured goblets of wine and the two sat gossiping like any two women might after a hard day's grind. They gossiped about Alice, in the steno pool -- about the way she was letting herself go off the diet she was always fighting. They gossiped about Jenifer in accounting and the way she was always throwing herself at any man who showed the slightest interest. They gossiped about Marcia, the receptionist, and the too-short skirts she wore to show off her admittedly gorgeous l