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I Want to be You - Week One By Kaitlyn Autofeild Chapter One: The Induction Blake laid back in the doctor's chair, smiling weakly at the cute girl next to him. ?The sedative was quickly taking its effects, allowing Blake to fall into a deep sleep before the procedure began. ?Several men and women with masks and unidentifiable equipment went blazing around the room. ?A silver band with wires was attached to Blake's forehead. The many wires ran through a machine, tall and slim with several buttons and levers and two slots for what seemed to be gaming cartridges from the early 1990s. ?The slots held two large memory cards; one was named "Blake Harding," and included a brief description of his age, weight, etcetra. ?The other was written "Stacy Ryan," and looked to be a bit older than Blake's brand new cartridge. ? "We're prepared to run the back-up program," one of the lab assistants remarked. ?Another girl nodded, double checking all the wires for both Blake and Stacy and giving a thumbs up. ?Another flipped a switch and Blake's eyelids began twitching as his entire memory bank of his very fiber and being were transferred and copied onto the external disc. "Ready to initiate swap sequence in three... ?two..." ---------FORTY EIGHT HOURS EARLIER---------- "Wait, hold on a second. ?What do you mean you're breaking up with me? Cara, that's not... ?No, please, don't hang up on-- CARA!" Blake yelled into the phone, feeling weaker than he ever had before in his life. After two years being together in college, Cara, his fiance, had met somebody while studying abroad and called an end to their relationship. The man had come back with her, and she hadn't even the decency of letting him know what he already knew--she had been cheating on him while abroad. Blake looked at the dinner table he had set for her welcome home party. The candles meant to represent his burning desire now appeared to be his love life going up in flames. ?The oven beeped signaling the steaks were ready. ?He wiped a tear from his face and pulled the tray out of the oven and switched it off, sat down at the kitchen counter and shame ate the steaks. ?Each hot bite brought on another tear until he just didn't have an appetite. Cara had taken Blake's heart and cut it from his chest, stomping on it with her heel. ?Making the mistake so many in this situation do, Blake began a mind quest to find out what he had done wrong in the relationship. ?If they were in love, what made that change? ?He walked over to the fridge and cracked open a beer, answering calls he didn't want to take from his friends and family asking him why his facebook status now read: Single. ?Stupid facebook. ? Fourteen phone calls, seven beers and a good cry later, Blake went off to bed. ?But he didn't sleep. ?The mind began to wander, as it often does in such cases, about what he could have done differently. ?Maybe he should have called her more often while they were abroad. ?No, he should have gone with her! ?Nah, that would never have worked, he had to stay here and work. ?But what could he have done to prevent it. ?It was sad to say, but Blake Harding had hit the weakest point in his life. The next morning, he awoke, mostly drained from over thinking everything in his mind. ?No shower, no breakfast, just more beer. ?The phone rang... ?it was his parents. "Heh... ?Hello?" he managed to get out. "Blakey!" the cry of his mother, "I heard everything! ?Are you alright my son? ?How dare that bitch hurt my boy's heart!" "Mah, she's not a bitch. ?She loves me. ?She's gonna turn around and see the truth, you'll see." "You always did think too much with your heart Blake. ?Cara is a compulsive woman. ?It's amazing you got her to commit to you, but I sensed something about her the day we met. ?Does she deserve forgiveness, well... ?that's up to you I guess. ?But ... ?Now after what she's done, would you really be so quick to take her back? ?Does she deserve your love?" Blake stayed silent as he considered his mother's words. ?"I... ?I love her ma. ?She's everything to me. ?I just have to prove to her that she made a mistake, that's all." "You just don't really understand women, do you Blakey? ?This wasn't just a one night stand for her. ?She's been seeing this man for some time behind your back--" "How could you possibly know that?" "She was distancing herself from you even before the trip. ?Something was going on with her." "Mom, I have to go. ?I can't talk about this now." "I suppose so," Mrs. Harding said, "Guess I'll need to make some phone calls and tell everyone the wedding is off. ?If you need anything--" "I know mom. ?Bye." ? Blake dropped the phone on the couch and buried his head. ?He needed fresh air. ?He needed a drink. ?He needed to get laid. ---------- Later on that evening, Blake found himself at the local downtown bar near the college campus. ?He sat alone, two glasses of beer emptied and working on his third. ?Not many had come to the bar... ?It was Tuesday night after all. ?Which made it all the more surprising when a cute redheaded girl came in and sat next to Blake, despite there being plenty of other open seats. ?Her hair trained down between her shoulder blades, just a tad bit wavy. ?The girl wore a simple teal patterned spaghetti strap dress cut below her knees. ?Although her chest was nothing to brag about, it certainly wasn't hurting her looks, with the added bonus of no foreseeable lower back issues. ?A light layer of make-up, silver dangle earrings and matching necklace and four inch strap heels completed the look of this little beauty. ?And Blake wanted none of her. "I'll have a martini please. ?Strawberry," she told the bartender, then turned to Blake. ?"Hello. ?I couldn't help noticing you looked a bit lonely. ?Thought you could use a drinking partner." "What?" Blake lifted his head, "Oh, yeah. ?That'd be fine." The girl smiled, "My name's Emily. ?What's yours?" He looked down at the girl's extended, manicured hand and shook it gently. ?"Blake. ?My name is Blake. ?Sorry if I seem a bit out of order.." "Rough night?" "You could say that," he chugged down and finished the third beer. "Whoa, slow down there buddy," she said, placing an arm on his shoulders, "You want to talk about it?" "To tell the truth, I'm kinda mad at your whole gender right now. ?I mean look at you, you're pretty, outgoing, dressed to impress." ?She blushed, "You women are a perfect heart stabbing machine. ?You reel us in with your made-up faces, your round booties and your... ?boob shaped boobs." Emily received her drink and took a sip, "Really. ?That's what women are. ?Objects designed to hurt men. ?Is that what you really think?" "I don't know what to think. ?One more please bartender." "My girlfriend might be upset if she knew you were hitting on me," Emily spoke, taking another sip, "She is the jealous type you know." "Girlfriend? ?You're a--" "I'm whatever I feel like being," said Emily. "Umm... ?okay," Blake said confused by her tactics, "You know, if you were looking for a one night hook-up, this sure ain't the way to do it. I'm also certain you've picked the wrong guy." "What makes you say that? ?Let me guess. ?Your gal hurt you in a way you never dreamed she could?" "She... ?Cara cheated. ?I mean, I think she's been cheating for a while with a guy in her class. ?She was my fiance." "I thought I saw some hurt behind those eyes. ?Come here hun," she hugged him. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up. ?But I don't think a one night stand is going to help. ?Unless you can give me the secret to how women think, and why they think they can get away with shit like this." Emily smiled, pulling her purse up to the bar counter, "I think you might be good." ?She pulled out a card, "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Stacy." "Okay, listen, you're a very attractive, cute woman, and I'm sure your lesbian lover is just as beautiful. ?And although a threeway is tempting--" "Whoa whoa, hold on there cowboy. ?A threeway?" Emily sipped her martini, "I'm just not that kind of woman. ?... ?Okay, well, I AM that kind of woman, but not tonight. ?Listen. ?Have you ever wondered what it would be like as a woman? ?What it feels like to dress in their clothes, do your own make-up, have your hair professionally styled... ?sex? ?You said yourself you'd like to know why women act a certain way." Blake took the card Emily had taken from her purse, "Okay, what's your deal lady? ?You want me to come over and let you play sissy doll with me, well you can forget it." "Not at all. ?I'm offering you something real. ?A chance to be a woman. Feel what they feel, think what they think. ?A vacation from your life Mr. Harding." "I didn't tell you my--" "Never mind that. ?Listen, think it over. ?If you'd like to hear more, call us." ?She closed her purse and swung it on her shoulder, standing up and finishing her martini. ?"Ever wonder what it's like to have real breasts? ?A vagina? ?But more importantly, what it would be like to be someone else?" "Wait a second, this card says Stacy Ryan. ?You said your name was Emily." "It is. ?Stacy is the one who offers the package. ?I help her sell it." She strut back out the door of the bar, "He's got my tab bartender. ?Oh, and your last name is written on your jacket. ?Toodles, we'll be hearing from you soon!" Blake watched her leave the bar, a little pissed she left him to take care of her tab. ?He glanced down at the card she left him in more detail. ?"What the hell is I Want to be You, INC?" ---------- "Hello, thank you for calling I Want to be You, INC. ?We offer several packages including short term and long term body exchanges. ?How may I direct your call?" "Ummm..." Blake stammered on the phone, "Yeah, I was given a card last night with this phone num-- ?I'm sorry, did you say body exchange?" "That is correct sir," said the receptionist, "Long and short term body exchanging. ?It is a safe procedure, I assure you. ?Hundreds of satisfied customers and counting." "Ooooookayyyy. ?Well listen, I was approached last night by one of your representatives I think. ?She gave me a card for a Stacy Ryan?" "Ah yes, she's one of our short term associates. ?Stacy offers a one month trade package. ?If you're interested, I can schedule a meeting with her. ?She has an opening this afternoon. ?I'd encourage you, if you have any further interest, to meet with her. ?You can always say no if it makes you feel uncomfortable. ?But I can tell you as both an employee and a client that there is nothing to worry about." Feeling as though he had nothing to lose, Blake agreed to a meeting with Stacy. ?Perhaps he was out of his mind, but his life was kicking him in the ass. ?A vacation from it seemed like a perfect opportunity, although too good to be true. ? ---------- The conference room at I Want to be You, INC. headquarters was small, yet homey. ?That still didn't stop Blake from feeling rather nervous. Meeting with someone to discuss swapping bodies with them seemed rather unreal. ?But curiosity and lack of any voice telling him it was a bad idea had led him here, this afternoon. A knock on the door later, and a man in a lab coat entered, taking a seat at the head of the table and bringing out his note pad and several documents. ?Following him in the room was Stacy. ?Stacy was a short girl, a little over five feet tall, but what she lacked in height she made up for with the curves of her body. ?Her face resembled that of a sweet girl: soft cheeks with dimples forming around her perfect cherry lips. ?Brown hair fell just above the shoulder blades in a pony-tail. Stacy's green eyes seemed to penetrate Blake as he gave her a quick study, a smile forming on her lips. ?Despite being short, her legs seemed quite long dropping from the skirt she was wearing. ?Her breasts were nothing to complain about--a bit busty for her size but nothing ridiculously over sized with an bubbled ass to match her near-hour glass figure. ?It was obvious she worked hard to keep her body in shape, and though she was no model, she was by all accounts a perfect, average American woman. ?And while Blake had been sizing her up in his mind, he never noticed she was doing the same to him. Stacy reached her hand across the table, "Good afternoon Mr. Harding. My name is Stacy Ryan. ?Emily says she met you last night." Blake took her soft hand in his and shook lightly, "Emily? ?Oh right, the woman from last night. ?She left me with her tab. ?She's a little off her rocker." "But you're here, aren't you Blake?" Stacy smiled, taking her seat. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. ?I will answer them the best I can. ?But first, let me tell you about the package I offer, and then I'll let you decide. "I offer a one month deal with my body," Stacy began. ?"You will, for one month, experience being a woman. ?Living out whatever curiosities you have, finding whatever answers you seek. ?The change is not permanent, nor can you ask for more time. ?Meanwhile, I will take care of your body. ?Exercise, eat healthy, and ensure no harm comes to it. ?I also reserve the right to experience life in your body. ?During your time in my body, you would keep all of my appointments, find an appropriate job with the company will help you find, and I would expect that you would not do anything to harm my body. "As far as living arrangements, you will be staying with me. ?I don't mean to reign in on your freedom, but it is a necessary precaution we take. ?Even though you are in my body, I am still responsible for it. This is a contract deal Mr. Harding. ?Previous clients have given me high marks as I helped them to live out different fantasies through use of my body, and they have become better people for it. ?So, what do you think Mr. Harding? ?Would you like to experience life on the other side of the gender fence? ?Would you like to be me?" Blake's eyes widened as he considered how something of this nature was even possible, but it seemed like this was not Stacy's first rodeo. ?And he was just in a weak enough point to say, "Yes. ?I want to be you." "For one month, you will be," Stacy smiled. ?"I promise you, this experience will be unforgettable. ?Ultimately by living as a woman, you will become a better man. ?Now--" ?Stacy glanced to the man in the lab coat, "We're prepared to make the swap tonight. ?We just need to go over a few rules with standard use of my body." ? The man in the lab coat slid a contract document in front of Blake, and a copy to Stacy to read. ?"I don't think you will find any of these unreasonable Blake," she said as she began reading the document, "Number one: ?All sexual partners MUST be pre-approved." "Sexual partners? ?I have to have sex in your body?" Blake asked with much curiosity mixed with a sense of disgust at the thought of some man having sex with him. "You don't have to. ?But you may want to, and for that reason they must be approved by me. ?Let me put it this way: If you get an STD or get my body pregnant, then you get to live out that hell. ?Now, I want my body back at the end of this, as with all my clients. ?This has never been a problem before, and I don't foresee any problems with you Mr. Harding. Let's move on. ?Number two: You must experience my monthly cycle as any woman would. ?It's part of the experience dear, and I'll be around to help you when that time comes." Blake's mind swirled as she read the next part. ?A period? ?He knew Cara always had cramps and never dealt with her own that well, but maybe this could be good. ?For once, he would know what all the fuss was about. "Number three: While you will have access to all my clothes, make-up and accessories, anything you purchase while in my body becomes my property." "So, if I bought an iPod--" "No. ?I hate Apple. ?I refuse to conform," Stacy cleared her throat and continued, "Number four: No irreversable changes can be made to my body. That means no tattoos, no body piercings, and I don't know why you would, but no cosmetic surgery. ?I'm pretty enough not to need it, wouldn't you agree Blake," she bat her eyelashes lightly at him. Blake nodded, "You're a very attractive woman." "Heh, you haven't even seen me dolled up yet. ?But you will... ?Moving onward. ?Should you have any distinct fantasies you would like to try, they will be saved for the last week. ?You should indicate them now." "I umm... ?Sorry, this is hard for me. ?Considering being a woman for a month, when only two days ago --" "Ahh. ?Someone broke your heart, didn't she?" Stacy placed the contract down and looked Blake in the eye, "Then this is exactly what you need. A vacation from your life, and a better understanding of women." "She was my fiance. ?We were getting married this June," Blake's eyes swelled with tears. "Awe, sweetie," Stacy handed him a tissue and sat pondering. ?After a few moments of silence, "You know... ?It might be fun to get married. ?A mock wedding. ?I've never tried that before. ?Would that be something you'd be interested in?" "I don't know," Blake said, though his tone said otherwise. "Doctor, add that to the contract. ?We can void it if when the time comes you don't feel comfortable," said Stacy. ?"Do you have any other questions for me?" Blake sniffled a bit, "Just one. ?Assuming this is all real and when I sign this contract we will indeed be swapping our minds into each other bodies. ?Why? ?Why are you doing this." Stacy looked at Blake plainly, "Because. ?Because I think people who are curious about the other sex should have a chance to experience it. Because some people need to know to learn something about themselves. Because ... ?Well, because it turns me on a little bit. ?I'm not gay Mr. Harding, but I do have my own curiosities about being a man. ?Why do you think Emily picked you?" "Oh my gosh... ?You're Emily's girlfriend?" Stacy nodded, "Indeed I am. ?But you'll be spending plenty of time with the both of us as soon as you sign this contract. ?What do you say." She placed a pen next to Blake's hand. ?He looked up at her, then to the doctor in the room, and down to the paper. ?Taking the cap off the pen, he signed his name... ---------- PRESENT ---------- "Transference complete doctor," the lab assistant called, "Time to wake them." One of the lab assistants headed to Blake's body with a checklist in hand, another to Stacy's, "Mr. Harding?" she said gently, snapping a finger next to each of Stacy's ears. Blake stirred, feeling normal yet out of place as his eyes opened, now on the adjacent chair to his body, "Am I...?" "A woman? ?Yes sir. ?All vital signs are normal, we just want you to take things slowly as you get used to your new body." Blake rose up, feeling the weight shifting on his chest, cupping what would be her breasts for the next four weeks, "Oh wow! ?These are sensitive--Hey, my voice!? ?It's all... ?higher in pitch or something." Blake continued making discoveries slowly, her hands creeping around her body feeling the sensitively soft flesh underneath the single camisole and shorts. "How you feeling?" a familiar voice asked, walking towards her. ?Blake looked up to see her body, her male body, giving off the same grin Stacy had when they met earlier that afternoon. ?"Welcome to your vacation." He noticed his previous face's eyes grow wide as her hand reached around her flat mound, "Problem?" "I think I have to pee..." Chapter Two: One Heel in Front of the Other The sun rose upon Blake while she laid in the bed much softer than she was used to. ?With one open eye, she found proof enough that everything that had happened was indeed real. ?No camera trickery, movie magic or virtual reality. ?She really was a woman. ?The clock read 8:13 AM as she pulled herself up again, still with the unfamiliar weight of her chest falling downward. ?Blake made her way to the bathroom hearing strange yet familiar noises coming from the room across from hers. ?Cracking the door only slightly she saw her body--the one she'd been in for her entire life until last night, spooning with a redheaded woman, who's apparent giggle gave away her identity as Emily. "I suppose it works both ways," Blake told herself, not sure how she felt about Stacy using his body while she was in hers. ?Of course, Stacy never said sex was off limits in her body, just that a sexual partner should be pre-approved. ?Blake shook her head again at the thought of being with a man in Stacy's body, fearing eventually the curiosity would outweigh logical sense. The mirror image above the sink was a clear indication of who she was now. ?Now, and for three weeks, five days and seven hours. ?Blake lowered her panties and squatted down to relieve herself, promising herself there would be no repeat of last night's incident. ?When she finished, she stood back in front of the mirror and grasped the sink, beginning to play with her facial expressions. ?The muscles all worked the same, but somehow it was all different. ?A smile looked less campy and charming and more sweet and innocent. ?A raised eyebrow seemed more sexual and playful rather than expressing perplexity. ?In fact, the sexual implications were all heightened with a female face. "It's prettier with make-up on," Stacy said in his male voice, startling Blake as she turned around. "What? ?Oh no, I was just--" "Relax Blake. ?This is normal. ?Well, normal as a body swapping contract gets. ?I hope you're ready for today." "Why? ?What's today?" Blake was unsure if she wanted to ask the question. "Blake dear, if you expect to spend the next month as me, then you'll need to learn to walk and talk as me. ?Or more to the point, how to walk and talk like a real girl. ?You didn't think you'd get to sit here all day and play with my tits, did you?" "Um, well, no--" Blake stammered. "And in order for you to get the full experience, I've got to teach you everything a woman learns growing up in the next twenty-four hours." ?At this point, Emily had popped up behind Stacy with a devious smile. "Well okay then," said Blake, thinking nothing of it, "Where do we start?" Stacy smiled, "Maintenance. ?Hair, make-up, underwear, bra... ?And a shower. ?Let's start with the shower and go from there." ?As he was talking to her, he handed her a towel from the closet. ?"And don't play too long." ?Emily giggled again, then kissed Stacy as he turned into her. ?Blake was beginning to suspect that Emily had chosen him specifically because she liked the body, and wanted her girlfriend's brain behind it. Blake took off her cami and lowered her panties again, seeing the naked girl in the mirror as she ran the shower water. ?"Oh man Blake. ?What did you get yourself into? ?You're in a woman's body... ?A fricking woman's body!" ?She reached up and cupped her breasts and made a face which slowly turned from disgust to pleasure. ?"I could be in trouble." She hoped into the shower and allowed the warm running water to wash over her body. ?As she placed her head under the stream, it became most notable just how much hair Stacy had. ?The wet hair flapped onto her shoulder. ?Noticing a loofa and a fragrant body wash, she lathered it up and began slowly stroking it over her soft skin. ?Underneath her breasts and around the lips of her vagina seemed especially erotic, and was an area she visited more that once. A knock against the door startled Blake, "Hey you in there! ?You'll have twenty-seven more days you can play with yourself, but today I need you out of there stat!" An annoyed look came about Blake's face, but she washed the soap from her body and turned off the water. ?She was startled again to see her old self standing in front of her, holding a matching bra and panties with the door wide open, "Hey! ?I'm naked!" She shrieked, covering herself. "Nothing I haven't seen. ?Em either. ?And what were you thinking getting my hair wet? ?Now we're going to have to blow dry." ?Stacy walked over and pulled the hair dryer from underneath the sink, plugged it in and began to dry Blake's hair, "You're going to have to learn to do this. Start at the root and work your way towards the tips. ?Once we're done, we'll brush." Blake took the hairbrush sitting on the counter and stared at it while Stacy finished blow drying her hair. ?She ran the brush through, finding tangles along the way. ?Before she could finish, Stacy pulled her hair back in a pony-tail, leaving her bangs in the front. "Now come, to your room. ?We're going to get you dressed." Blake's dripping feet smacked against the floor as she followed Stacy to her room, keeping the towel wrapped around her at all times. ?She couldn't help but think it strange to see her old body from the back, and being about a foot shorter than it didn't help matters. "Drop the towel," Stacy commanded as Blake did so, but not without hesitation. ?With Stacy looking, even keeping in mind it was Stacy's body she was in, she felt weak. ?"Hold out your arms." ?Blake's arms shot forward. ?Stacy slid the straps of the bra onto her shoulders, cupping each breast in it's cup, and closing the clasp in the back. Blake grabbed the panties and pulled them up over her flat sex. ?"How does that feel? ?Most guys have a bit of difficulty with the bra at first." "It's... ?It's a bit tight, I guess. ?Like it's pulling my boobs up." "That's what a bra does dear. ?It provides support. ?Now, I could loosen the straps, but I can tell you I tried this bra on yesterday and adjusted it perfectly for you. ?If you loosen too much, well, then you're missing the point." "No no, that's okay. ?If I'm going to do this, I wanna do it the right way. ?I'm a guest in your... ?umm, body." Stacy smirked, "Great." ?He walked behind her and unsnapped the bra, pulling it off and placing it in Blake's hand, "Now, put it on." Blake slipped the bra over her shoulders and pulled it close to her chest. ?She cupped each breast carefully, and then went to catch the clasp in the back. ?And missed. ?And missed again. ?Thrice she missed, until she backed up against a wall and pinned it down so she could reach. ? She eyeballed Emily who was standing in the corner, laughing a bit to herself, "Sorry, excuse my rudeness. ?I just think it's funny every time." "Well, she'll have to get it right if she expects to last a month in my shoes," said Stacy, "Oh, and speaking of shoes..." ?He glanced to a pair of two inch pumps near the foot of the bed. ?"We'll get there. ?Now, take off the bra and try again. ?Hold one strap, and twist your wrist to pull the other half together." "You know, they make bras that fasten in the front," Blake said, struggling through her second time. "Where's the fun in that? ?Heck, if I had my way, I'd have you in a corset and petticoat just for the fun of it. ?Good job," he said as Blake attached the clasp one last time, "That's good for today, I think you'll have it by tomorrow morning. ?Practice when you have time. ?Now for make-up. ?Go sit at my vanity. ?Emily, bring an extra chair. ?This may take some time." Taking her seat in front of the vanity, Blake looked herself in the mirror, surprised already with just a bra and a pleasant line of cleavage at how pretty she looked--before make-up. ?She could feel the presence of Stacy and Emily looking at her with much joy. ?Emily grabbed the brush and some bobby pins and began brushing through Blake's hair, releasing the pony-tail while Stacy began opening drawers and pulling out a large quantity of different foundations, blushes, lip colors, eye stencils, eye shadows, mascara wands, and puff & applicators. "Now, I'm going to do a simple make-up for you today. ?You'll have to experiment with what you like later, but you'll learn the basics and where I keep everything." ?He grabbed a foam sponge in the shape of a triangle and a little capsule of skin-toned creme. ?"This is foundation. I use a creme foundation. ?You just rub your sponge lightly across and begin blending on the face," Stacy spoke while he started on Blake's nose. "And I'm just going to put your hair in a bun. ?Looks cute," said Emily. Blake let the foam go over her face while Stacy applied it, "Creme based? ?What other kinds are there?" "Well, there's liquid, but I don't prefer it. ?It's heavier, seeps into your pores more, and is more likely to melt in hot weather. ?You don't want to melt, do you?" "Not preferably," replied Blake. ?"So, here I am, in your body, and I don't really know a thing about you. ?Anything I should know? ?I mean, if I'm going to spend a month in your body, and you in mine, shouldn't we get to know each other a little better?" "What's there to know? ?Let's see, your name is Stacy Ryan. ?You are twenty-seven years old, you've lived in Cali your whole life, and you're five foot two inches tall." ?He said, finishing up the foundation and picking up a puff, placing a small bit of powder on it, "This conceals the foundation." ? "Um.. ?Okay, those are great facts that I mostly already knew," Blake replied as Stacy padded her face lightly with the puff. ?"But I want to know about you--" "She's got a sensual spot on her inner thigh leading up towards her hooha," Emily said with a great big grin as she finished up Blake's hair bun, adding two couoke chopsticks. "EM!" Stacy bellowed, setting the puff down, blushing, "Okay, well, it's true. ?And if you're gonna bring somebody back here, you'd find out sooner or later." "Umm, no thanks. ?Just wanted a vacation really," Blake said. "What? ?Don't tell me you're not curious," said Stacy, picking up the eye-liner, "Okay, close your right eye. ?This is eye-liner, and you'll quickly learn that the eyes are the most important part of the process. Your peepers gotta be real pretty if you want to attract lookers." ?he said that as if he'd practiced the line before. ?"Give it a week. You'll want to know." "You can keep telling me that all you want, but I ain't gonna. ?I may look and feel like a woman, but I'm still a man. ?And I still have my morals about me." They stayed silent while Stacy continued to demonstrate the eye-liner, eye-shadow and mascara. ?It all seemed pretty straight forward to Blake; she'd seen Cara put on make-up plenty of times while they were living together. ?The thought of Cara brought a tear to her eye, feeling more sensitive than usual with female hormones rushing through her. "Whoa sweetie, don't cry," Stacy grabbed a tissue and dried up the tear before it distorted anything. ?"You don't want to ruin any of the work I just did, and you certainly don't want to ruin it after your hard work either." ? Blake nodded. "Now, let's add a little color to those cheeks." ?He took up the blush and brush, swirling it gently and swiping back and forth across Blake's cheeks, "Pretty simple, right? ?Now, lip color." Stacy picked up the lipstick, "Okay dear, pucker up." ?Blake did so while Stacy ran the lipstick over the familiar lips, "And rub together. I just used a natural color dear, nothing bizarre. ?You'll want to save those for special outfits and occasions." "I'm sorry about earlier, the crying. ?I--" "No need to apologize dear. ?Emotions can run high when you're not used to the hormonal fluxuations. ?And as I understand it, you're due for a good cry after what that bitch did to you." "Wait, how did you know about that?" "Emily told me. ?You also alluded to it yesterday before we swapped. Anyway, I think you'll really benefit from a month in my body. ?I'm not saying it was your fault Cara left you, but after I'm done with you, you shouldn't have a problem finding someone truly special and being able to understand her fully. ?And how to please her." "Wow, you're really into the sex thing, aren't you?" Stacy glanced to Emily with a grin, "Yup. ?I sure am." Detecting the attraction between the two, Blake posed the question, "Now wait a minute. ?Since she's your girlfriend, and you're in my body... Did you two--" "Have sex?" Emily blurted, "Sure did. ?Let me tell you, you're body is amazing. ?Cara doesn't know what's good for--" "EM! ?Shut it. ?I love you, but sometimes you don't know when to shut the floodgates," Stacy said sternly. ?"She's right though. ?And yes, if you'll look in the contract, I have the full right to use your body as I choose, but not to worry. ?I follow my own rules. ?Emily is clean, and I won't be coming home with any tattoos or piercings. ?I might cross-dress though." "Wait, doesn't that defeat the purpose of becoming a man for a month?" asked Blake, noticing Stacy going for one more item in the vanity. "Well, yes and no," Stacy pondered, "Hey, by week three, I miss some of my clothes. ?But I promise, I won't go out in public like that. ?Sends a bad image to potential clients. ?Emily just gets turned on by a man in lace sometimes." Emily blushed on the bed, "It's true." "Okay, now, this is your best friend. ?It's lip gloss. ?Just take the applicator wand and apply," He said, running the shiny peach flavored gloss across Blake's lips, "There, now, take a look in the mirror and study what I've done, and how I did it. ?I'm going to pick an outfit for you today. ?When you're ready, we'll start on practice in heels next." Blake did so, surprised again, this time at how much her face really shined. ?She felt almost like a doll, every feature beautified and... She felt good about herself. ?Blake rose from the chair, still keeping her eye on the mirror until, "Whoa, wait. ?You want me to wear that?" "Oh, well, I should have told you sooner, but... ?You do have an interview with the temp agency today. ?I Want to be You INC does pay for much of the bills, but I still need to be working. ?I should also point out that while you're in public, you will be referred to as Stacy Ryan, Miss Ryan, or whatever nickname they give you. ?Don't let them call you shorty," Stacy obviously had an issue with that one. ?After taking a breath, he smiled, "Okay, time to put on the heels. ?I chose something simple, no stilettos or anything. ?But we should get you in pantyhose first. ?Helps you feel the way the heels will feel later today." "Whoa, hold on, aren't you moving just a little fast here?" Blake replied stubbornly. "Not really. ?The first day is always a rush of new feelings mixed with a heavy agenda," said Stacy, "But not to worry. ?Everything seems difficult at first, but because you're in my body, the muscle memory will speed up the process. ?It only took you a couple tries to get the bra correct. ?Now, pantyhose." ?Emily handed Stacy a pair of black hose. "You want to bunch it up at the toes and roll it up." With some caution, Blake did so. ?The hose felt tingley on her legs as she pulled them up, but was surprised at the smoothness that came with them. ?It was like wearing pants without wearing anything at all. ?The dark tone put off from her silky legs through the black pantyhose was rather attractive. ?Blake walked over to pick up the black heels set out for her. "Hold on a minute," Stacy stopped her, "If you're going to walk in heels, you can't walk like a brick. ?Women are much more graceful. ?Or at least they should be," He winked at Emily, who was playfully offended, but kept quiet, "Lead with your chest and let you're hips follow." Blake wanted to do everything the right way, and so she practiced the walk, receiving critiques from Emily and Stacy as she did so until finally she was ready for heels. ?With the pantyhose on, her feet slid into the heels quite gracefully, but when she stood up, she felt like she was standing on an angle. ?"Whoa!!!" she cried, feeling herself fall forward as Stacy helped her to re-balance. ?"You all really walk around in these all day? ?Why?" "For you," said Emily, "And every other man who deemed that heels are sexy. ?Would you have paid that kind of attention to me that night had I not been dressed as I had?" ?Blake always knew in the back of her mind what women went through, but to actually experience it was an entire new level. Once she had her balance, Blake trotted across the floor once more until it felt comfortable enough and received approval from the odd couple. "I think I have the hang of this. ?Can I put on some real clothes now?" Stacy laughed, "Sure hun. ?Blouse first, " he handed her a teal colored blouse which she strung her arms through rather quickly and went to button. "Mmm, it's silky! ?I think clothing companies reserved all the good fabrics for women... ?Wait a second, why are all the buttons on the opposite side?" "Because dear, it's a woman's blouse. ?The buttons, and in fact, the entire cut is different from men's wear. ?It's designed to show off your curves," Stacy pointed out. ? Blake shrugged and finished buttoning, "Um, I think they left off a couple buttons at the top." "Nope," Stacy laughed at Blake's comment, "You're going to an interview dear. ?You're going to need a modest show of cleavage. ?In fact, you'll find most women's tops accent some form of their femininity in some way or another. ?Now here, be a good girl and put on your skirt." Taking the skirt, Blake stepped through it and reached around for the zipper, fastening the button behind her with ease. ?"There. ?How do I look?" "Asking that question already, huh?" Stacy laughed, "In truth, you took care of the skirt pretty well." "Had to tie an apron behind my back at my part time job," Blake said, "Think that's why the bra came a little easy too; it was just a little bit higher. ?So, am I done?" "Not quite. ?You need some jewelry. ?Women need to accessorize. ?It's not enough that we paint our faces and dress up pretty, but we need to add some dazzle to our look. ?Here," Stacy showed Blake back to the vanity, "This is my jewelry box. ?Earrings are at the top. ?Necklaces down below. ?I have a couple of bracelets too. ?For today, a simple necklace and earring set should be fine." ?He pulled out a sterling silver chain necklace with a pink pearl at the end, and two dangle earrings with smaller teardrop pink pearls. ?"For the earrings, I chose dangles. ?They just slide in through the piercing, no need to worry about the back of the stud. ?The necklace is self-explanatory. ?So you put those on, Em and I are going to go get ready, and then we'll be on our way to the temp agency. ?Practice walking." Blake slid the earrings through Stacy's pierced ears, and hooked the necklace so the pearl fell right above her line of cleavage. ?She began walking, minding her footing once more until muscle memory took over, making her way back to the mirror, "Hello Stacy Ryan. ?Hi, my name is Stacy. ?Nice to meet you, I'm Stacy." -------------------- "That's right, sweep your arm underneath the skirt and slide into the seat," Stacy instructed as Blake got into their car. ?Emily sat in the back, prim and proper as always in her business slacks, strap heels and pink blouse. ?Stacy got in, wearing only jeans and a button up shirt. Stacy put his foot to the petal and they were off to the temp agency. Blake looked through the purse Stacy had loaned her, checking her ID and other information Stacy had given her earlier to memorize, so when filling out an application she wouldn't look out of place, having to ask Stacy what her address or phone number was. "So Blake, how do you feel so far? ?I know it's been kind of a rush since last night, but once you get settled, it's smooth sailing. ?Well, sort of, but we'll worry about that later--" "Worry about what?" she asked, fear developing in her eyes. "My, well, haha, YOUR period. ?But don't worry about it. Emily and I will help you through it. ?That's not to say we're going to hold your hand the whole way. ?In fact, this is one of the few days there will be any hand holding." "Well, for you," Emily interjected, "Right sweetie?" "Yes Em. ?Sorry, I promised Em any time I'm in a guy's body we'll spend a day at the mall holding hands," Stacy said with a blush, a bit embarrassed. ?"But I take care of my lady." "Yeah she does." "Emily, you're doing that thing again where you mouth is moving. ?You might want to see to that," Stacy's commanding male voice and icy stare into the rear-view mirror said it all: 'I love you, but you need to stop.' "So once we get out of this car, I'm Stacy?" asked Blake. "Yes ma'am. ?But when we're home, it doesn't matter. ?And you still haven't answered my first question. ?How does it feel?" Blake stared down at her chest, "It feels... ?I don't know. ?I like it, I guess, but I also hate that I like it. ?Nice to be in someone else's shoes for a change. ?Get a new experience. ?Not have to deal with the same pressures anymore. ?Oh, if my mom calls, she's working on cancelling the um..." ?Blake began tearing up again. "No no no no no, don't cry Blake. ?You'll have to fix that pretty face. I'll take care of things on your end. ?You just do what you need." Blake nodded and returned to her purse, memorizing the facts she needed to know so she'd get placed somewhere good with the temp agency. ? -------------------- "So Miss Ryan, what are your special skills?" The tall old man sitting across the table asked. Blake stammered, feeling nude as the old man stared straight down the center of her breasts, "Uhhhmmmmm..." Chapter Three: A Day in the Life Blake sat in front of the vanity the next morning, showered and hair down. ?She began searching for the tools of the trade--namely foundation, eye make-up and lip color--to start her day. ?Things had gotten a bit stressful yesterday, but she managed to pull it off. ?And although she was put through the ringer for 'genuine female experiences,' Blake hadn't really felt any difference from her normal body. ?Being in a female body, she naturally adapted to the clothes and regular undergarments, if not without a little struggle. ?But today would be different. ?Her first day just out and about in the social world as a thriving member of the opposing sex. "So," Stacy startled Blake while he ate his bowl of cereal in the door frame, "What pre-tell do you have planned for today?" "Well... ?I thought I'd start by doing a little bit of shopping. ?Find what suits me if I'm going to look like you for a month. ?I believe the contract says I can adapt your look?" "No tattoos or piercings, but yes. ?That's what you're paying for. Also, I get to keep your clothes you pick out in my body. ?It's like getting to shop without doing any of the work. ?Like that blouse you wore yesterday? ?Bought for me by a former client," Stacy said with pride. "Oh. ?Well, that's cool," replied Blake as she slowly applied her foundation, trying to recall what she was taught the day prior. ? "Anything else?" Stacy pressed. "Well, if there's time I'd like to have a spa day. ?You know, just relax." "Alright then. ?I'm gonna fuck Em. ?Have a nice day Blake." -------------------- The girl hit the town for the first time, walking among the population in a foreign body, purse in sway, hair draped freely upon her soft shoulders, a simple sundress swaying, criss-crossing her legs as she took off down the paved sidewalk. ?Blake was much more alert to her surroundings. ?It wasn't enough that she had really only had one day's practice with the shape and weight distribution of Stacy's body. ?The attention she drew from men was particularly strange. ?As if the only thing on their mind was how to get her out of her dress, or at least underneath it. ?She couldn't decide how it made her feel, though she was leaning towards disgust. ?Maybe she should have not worn the dress, but Stacy insisted since she only had a month, she should make use of her ability to wear truly feminine clothing without it being a social abnormality. ?The heels didn't help, but then again, tennis shoes with a dress? Blake had chosen a familiar part of town. ?In fact, when she was in her male body, she and Cara frequently visited this street full of shops, beauty shops & boutiques. ?Many were brand names, and others were specialty stores. ?Oddly, despite it being the same place, it appeared different through a set a woman's eyes, and it wasn't just being a foot shorter (but this was certainly a factor). ?As a man, Blake saw many of the shops as places he could buy things for Cara. ?Now... ?Now it was all for HER. ?So many new possibilities awaited Blake, and she just couldn't decide where to begin. "Huh... ?I always thought this'd be easier to decide," Blake said aloud to herself, trying to take in all the possibilities. ?Thinking it'd be best to start somewhere, she began in a women's clothing shop, full of chic looks for the modern woman. "Hello ma'am," the shop girl approached her, "My name is Linda. ?Is there anything I can help you find today?" "Yes, well, I was looking to create a new look. ?Something comfy and sexy I guess." "Great, I'd be glad to help. ?What's your size?" "I'm an extra large. ?Uh, 36 waist," said Blake not thinking. Linda looked her up and down, "You been doing a lot of shopping for your boyfriend miss?" "WHAT! ?No, I don't have a boyfriend, I-- ?um, oh..." "I need your dress size. ?Don't you know your dress size miss?" Blake looked around the store, "Well I... ?lost a lot of weight recently. ?Hence the wardrobe change." ?'Few, that was close. ?Gotta remember what I look like is only the beginning of the changes,' thought Blake. "OH, well good for you," said Linda, lightening up. ?"I'd love to help get you measured. ?Follow me to the fitting rooms," she said cheerfully, directing Blake to the back of the store. ? As Blake followed, her eyes kept spotting series of blouse, turtle necks, V-necks, flowing & pencil skirts, series of shoes and boots in a way she never had before. ?Instead of just 'girl's clothes,' they were now all possibilities in creating what her version of Stacy Ryan should look like. ?A girl who is confident in her self image. ?Perhaps exactly what Blake needed to see in the mirror after her emotional weekend. She stepped in front of the mirror as Linda took her measuring tape, "Arms out please miss." ?Blake wanted to giggle every time she was called 'Miss.' ?She did as Linda instructed, allowing the tape first to wrap above her hips on her waist. ?Linda wrote something down on a sheet of paper, then measured around her ass. ? "Is that necessary?" Blake asked. "You're kidding, right?" asked Linda, soon realizing Blake was indeed clueless. ?Which then raised the question of how this girl even got herself dressed this morning. ?"Um, yes it is. ?You want your butt to look good in a skirt or jeans, right? ?I'd kill for your curves ma'am. Whatever diet you were following worked wonders for you. ?How much did you lose?" "Uhh," Blake picked a random number, "Sixty pounds." "WOW, congratulations ma'am. ?That must be quite the achievement." "Yup. ?Uhm, portion control. ?Lots of cardio," Blake rattled off the regular accepted achievement points, then became surprised as Linda's measuring tape got friendly with her breasts. ?"Whoa!" she cried, felling the sensitivity. "Did I pull too hard?" asked Linda. "Oh no, they're just a bit sensitive. ?Can I put my arms down now?" "Oh, I see that time of the month, huh? ?You're courageous wearing a dress. ?You know, your monthly cycle isn't exactly the best time to be measured. ?Everything will be loose," Linda replied, writing down the bust measurement. "My what?" Blake's eyes grew wide, "Oh, no ma'am, not on my umm... Period. ?Not today, not tomorrow... ?I hope." "What's that?" "Nothing. ?Not on my cycle, don't worry," at this point she was blushing. Linda rolled her eyes, beginning to wonder if she should have just let this woman look around when she walked in. ?She grabbed her sheet and read Blake's measurements, "Alright, I have a 33 chest with a C cup, 24 inch waist, and 34 inches at the hips. ?Probably want to find a dress in the range of 4 to 6." "Is that..." Blake paused, knowing how her question would come off, "Good?" "I'll put it this way: ?Whatever you did on your diet, you did a killer job," said Linda, "So I'm going to find some outfits in your size, and you can try them. ?Sexy and comfy, right?" "Yes. ?Sexy and comfy is good," replied Blake. ?Linda left to pick up some outfits around the shop and let Blake begin trying them on in the fitting rooms, stepping into the first skirt... -------------------- Blake emerged, bags in tow as she strut once more down the pavement. She was in disbelief of how much she spent--Stacy would be rather happy... ?She hoped so. ?The ever growing-familiar reflection of Stacy Ryan stared Blake in the face in the shop window of a lingerie store. She shuddered, afraid of the curiosity growing within, 'I wonder what those stockings would feel like--NO! ?Blake, get moving!' she thought, picking up speed towards the boutique. "Hello miss. ?Do you have an appointment today, or are you a walk in?" the girl at the counter of the nail salon asked. "Yes, I have an appointment." "Name please." "Bla-- ?er, I mean, Stacy. ?Stacy Ryan." "Ahh yes, Miss Ryan. ?Yolanda will be right with you," the clerk girl responded, finding Stacy's name in the computer and asking her to sit, despite there only being two other older woman being tended to. Nonetheless, Blake took her seat, setting her bags beside the chair in the waiting room, unaware of her posture as she sat." "Ehh-hem," the clerk girl spoke, eyeballing Blake's completely exposed crotch between her open legs. "Ohh!" Blake immediately shifted her position, tucking her right ankle behind her left with a 'sorry' look on her face, and not being able to look the desk girl in the eye anymore. ?At least she was wearing panties. A few minutes later a older, yet attractive woman stepped out. ?Her name badge read: Yolanda. ?"Stacy? ?Stacy Ryan?" "That's me! ?I'm Stacy," Blake replied, taken aback by how excited she sounded to be called. ?She had her shopping bags set aside, she followed the dark haired, light skinned women to her table. "Hello Miss Ryan, I'm Yolanda, I'll be taking care of you today. ?Put your hands in the bowl please." ?Blake did so as she took her seat, swiping her dress underneath her bottom as Stacy had shown her. ?"So what are we doing for you today ma'am?" Blake couldn't look Yolanda in the eye; she could only stare at her own hands while Yolanda cleaned, prepared and massaged them. ?"Um, well I was thinking just a simple french manicure? ?You know, with the white tips?" "I can do that for you hun. ?So, I see you've done some shopping today." "Oh, yes." ?Blake replied, unaware she was supposed to keep the conversation going. ?She just felt a little helpless yet pampered with her hands in a water dish while Yolanda prepared to work on her cuticles. ? "Well? ?What'd you buy? ?Anything pretty?" Yolanda urged on the conversation. Blake's eyes finally lifted a bit, "A few things in fact. ?Some nice pants, a knit blouse, a tunic." "Any reason for the new clothes?" 'Because I'm a man in a woman's body and want to explore the curiosity of being a woman,' Blake thought to herself, but only smiled and said, "I'm getting a new job. ?At least, I hope so. ?Had an interview yesterday, they said they would call sometime in the next couple of days." "What kind of job is it?" "Well, it's a temp agency, but I think it'll be a good stepping stone to something greater," said Blake, "I'm hoping they'll place me somewhere with computers. ?I'm rather good with writing programs and such." Yolanda smiled before putting on her mask, "Well that's great. ?So, any men in your life?" "What? ?Me? ?No no no, I'm not uh--" "Oh, I'm sorry. ?You're a lesbian. ?I'm not judging dear." "Wait what? ?No, why would you think I was? ?I mean--" "Bisexual? ?I'm sorry, it's not my place to ask." "I'm straight. ?Just not ready for a man. ?That's all," Blake said confidently, though the idea of being with another woman while in Stacy's body somehow appealed to her. ?'Stacy and Emily probably did things all the time when Stacy wasn't swapped with anyone else. ?Perhaps Emily could show me a few--nah, not going there.' "Oh I see. ?Hands out of the water. ?So, focused on your career then? Because you know, you'll find a man when you least expect it dear. ?And it's the one who stays with you, letting you build your career who's the right one." Blake nodded, letting the woman do her work. ?"Do you always get personal with your clients?" "I like conversation. ?It's part of the reason I took this job," said Yolanda, "People are interesting. ?Don't you think so?" "You have no idea," Blake replied. ?Yolanda was a master at her craft, moving the small brush over Blake's nails, engaging Blake in conversation the whole time. ?Blake found girl talk exceptionally hard, having only been one for a couple of days, but managed her way through. Yolanda moved Blake to a large chair and had her place her bare feet into the warm water to soften them enough to work with. ?The chair itself massaged her back, putting Blake in a trance of comfort. ?It wasn't long before Yolanda was asking Blake for her preferred polish color, and feeling in an extremely girlish mood, she chose a deep pink shade. "Well thank you so much for stopping in today Miss Ryan," said Yolanda, "I'll see you next time you need a color fill or anything." "Great," replied Blake, grabbing her shopping bags. ?"Thank you so much." ?She exited the nail salon, her dainty fingers feeling rather fresh and her feet feeling brand new--well, they kind of already were. "Just one more thing today," Blake said to herself as she stopped once more in front of the intimates store. ?So many things she wished Cara would have worn for her when they were together. ?Now they'd probably fit her. ?The woman in the shop smiled as she saw Blake staring--as soon as Blake noticed she was being targeted by the saleswoman, she moved quickly to the hair salon. "Hello!" the overly flamboyant man behind the counter exclaimed as Blake triggered the bell on the door entering the salon. ? "Hi, I have a hair appointment with Marquis. ?Should be under Stacy Ryan." "Yes, I see you have a 3:30 appointment. ?Marquis should be with you in just a--" "Ahh! ?Stacy Ryan, how are you my dear?" "I'm... fine. ?I'm sorry, I know you because...?" "My dear my dear," he took her by the hands, "You're in here every two months, always wanting something a little different. ?So, my dear, what are we doing today?" "Oh, um... ?Well, I was thinking to dye it and add some reds, but not like... ?Ariel the mermaid red. ?Like a dark auburn. ?Also, I was hoping you might help make it easy to manage without sacrificing too much--" "Yes yes, I can do this for you. ?Let's get things started. ?Jerome will hold your bags." ?The man seemed a little too happy to see her, but Blake figured this wasn't the first time someone took Stacy's body to be pampered. ? Marquis began with coloring her hair, doing it layer by layer. ?Blake smiled looking at herself in the mirror, never imagining so much time and foil would go into her hair to create such a natural look--in fact, she was amazed at how many unnatural elements went into creating a look that appeared to be natural, wavy and gorgeous. ?Marquis scissor cut her tips and layered her hair, "So what I'm doing now is creating layers. This should give your hair that manageable appearance you were looking for." Blake ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the velvety smoothness created by Marquis. ?"Thank you so much Marquis." "Thank you my dear. ?Now you take care of that body." He said, smiling as Jerome rung her up. "Say wh- ?Oh, I will," Blake responded, having a feeling Marquis knew about the program Stacy participated in. ?She took up her bags and headed back to go home. -------------------- "What the hell did you do to my hair!?" Stacy grumbled, looking at Blake walking through the door. "Oh, do you like it? ?I wanted it pretty and easy to care for while I'm in your body." Blake flipped it around. "Ooo, you look lovely darling! ?Stacy, your hair looks good with those red undertones," Emily exclaimed. "I just don't see myself as a redhead," said Stacy. "Well, it's not exactly red, it's brown with a red shimmer," Blake replied. "Oh, so you're an expert now then?" Stacy joked. "No, it's just what Marquis said to me. ?He also gave me this shampoo to help keep it up." Emily spotted the bags and pulled out a purple top, "Oh, how pretty. Stace, don't you think so?" Stacy nodded, "Yeah, it looks good. ?Modest, but good. ?Like you're going to work." "Hmm, there's a problem," said Emily, digging through the bag. "What? ?Is there not a receipt in the bag? ?I tried to make sure I kept all those receipts so you could return it when I'm done in you're body," Blake panicked. ? "No dear, the receipt's here. ?And the clothes are lovely. ?But you didn't get anything to go under them," said Emily. ?Blake looked back, knowing what Emily was referring too, but chose to play dumb. ?"You know. ?Lingerie. ?A little teddy, maybe some stockings with a garter belt? ?Something that oozes your sex appeal. ?And trust me darling, you have sex appeal," she looked to Stacy, "I would know." Stacy laughed a bit, "Yes, yes you would. ?Oh, Blake, there was a phone call for you from the temp agency. ?You should call them back as soon as you get a moment." ?He sat down and returned to his coffee. ?"Red..." Blake slipped her heels off and redialed the temp agency. ?"Hi, my name is Stacy Ryan, I received a call today about a job perhaps? ?Uh-huh. ?A what? ?At the university? ?No no, that's fine, I'll take it. ?Professor Watkins, got it. ?When should I-- ?Uh-huh. ?And the office number? ?Okay great, I'll be there Friday." ?Blake hung up the phone, a little dumbfounded. "What's the matter dear? ?Did you get a job?" asked Emily, sitting down next to Stacy and wrapping her arm around his. "Yeah, but it's not in programming like I thought," said Blake. ?"I'm going to be a secretary." Chapter 4: Desk Service Blake tossed her hair around, setting in into place with a few hair clips to give it some style. ?She had made some improvements in the past couple of days to the way she put on make-up, now sporting a simple but elegant-for-work light violet smokey eye, and added a bit more blush to bring out her cheeks. ?Her dangle earrings swayed as she moved, sparkling as the light caught them. ?A sterling silver chain holding a pink freshwater pearl slide and simple charm bracelet accessorized her look. ?She ran her hands down her grey pencil skirt, her legs wrapped in black stockings and finished at the feet with a strap 3 inch heel; the stockings were just clear enough to see her pedicured pretty toenails. A purple ruffle cardigan clothed her top, leaving a generous neckline, displaying her jewelry. ? "First day at work, huh?" asked Stacy. ?"Nice look. ?You're getting better. ?By the beginning of next week, you'll have it down. ?At least, getting dressed. ?But being a woman isn't all about putting on the clothes and walking in heels. ?Although, I do enjoy that part." "I know," Blake replied, seating herself at the breakfast table, tucking her ankle behind the other based on reflex alone. ?"I'm supposed to learn some vast secret to womanhood in all of this. ?That's the only reason." "You sure that's the ONLY reason?" Emily asked with a smirk. "Yes," Blake replied defiantly, "I never wanted to be a woman." "Then why did you agree to switch places with me?" asked Stacy, "All you knew when I walked through that conference door was that I was an attractive young woman. ?And all I knew was what Emily told me." "Well I ... ?It's like I said. ?Listen, I was in a hard situation, and I still am. ?When Emily approached me that night, I was wishing I could just be someone else. ?She offered that option, and the added bonus of doing things women got to do for a change," Blake protested. "I wasn't saying what you are going through is hard," said Stacy, "But it sounds to me like you switched with me to run away from your life. And even though you're not you, I agreed to swap places with you for the exact opposite reason. ?I'm going to help you face your fear, and help you understand what we women go through on a day to day basis. ?Sure, if you were curious, I could've just swapped bodies with you and had sex with you. ?Is that what you want?" Blake cringed at the sex part, "No no." "Don't know what you're missing!" Emily teased. "Hush Em! ?We're having a teaching moment. ?Listen sweetie, your first week is almost up," said Stacy, "That means you have three more. ?All I'm saying is to make the most of them. ?Here--" Stacy handed Blake a dry-cleaning bill. "What's this?" she asked, taking the bill and staring at it. "It's your costume for tomorrow night. ?I wanted to get the stains out of it before you used it. ?Although, technically, those stains did come from that body..." grinning and pausing to think how those got there, Stacy snapped back, "Anyway, you're supposed to attend all my engagements I have planned. ?Em is going with you, so no worries. ?She can help you with the connections." "I'm sorry, I stopped listening after 'stains,'" said Blake. "Just pick the costume up after you're done with work for the day." "What is it?" "Oh, you'll see when you pick it up," Stacy laughed. ?"Now hurry up. Don't be late on your first day!" -------------------- "Nice to meet you Professor Watkins," Blake shook the hand of the surprisingly handsome and young professor. ?"What do you teach?" "I'm the professor of archeology here. ?Department chair," he said with confidence. "Wow, my girlfrie-- ?I mean, I had a friend who was taking archeology here. ?She was thinking of switching her major to it," ?Blake struggled to talk of her ex-fiance as just some friend she had. "Ahh, well she has probably taken my class," said Douglas Watkins. "Well, my office is here, and your desk will be right here. ?Essentially you'll be in charge of making my appointments during office hours, scheduling meetings, and doing day to day file work for me. ?If I'm not in my office, I am most likely in the lab downstairs. ?Here you'll find all my contact information. ?Do NOT give my cell number out to anyone; only use it in emergencies. ?Now, I hate to cut things short, but I have a class to teach in ten minutes. ?You should be fine for the first couple hours. ?Just get yourself familiar with everything. ?If you have any questions, Dr. Martin down the hall can answer them for you. ?We play golf on Tuesday & Thursday, so he knows me pretty well. ?It was nice meeting you Stacy." ?Blake couldn't help feel that perhaps her neckline was more exposed than she would care to like as the professor stole a three-second stare at her cleavage line. With a final shake of his hand, Blake sat down at her desk. ?She couldn't believe it. ?Of all the skills she listed at the temp agency, and she got put in the secretarial pool. ?Probably because the old man interviewing her only saw her as a pretty face and a pair of tits. ?The nerve! The desk itself was an absolute mess, no drawer in order and barely enough room to type at the keyboard. ?Blake began sorting through paperwork, deciding before she was going to be held responsible for anything, she should at least know what things she would be responsible for. ?Of particular note were papers regarding a summer internship program abroad, and more specifically, the paper with Cara's name on it. When Professor Watkins said she was probably in his class, he wasn't kidding. ?Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to find out which of the bastards on the summer internship stole her bride-to-be. As she leafed through the pages on her desk, the phone rang. ?She stopped and went to answer, "Hello? ?OH, I mean, Hello, Professor Watkin's office, how can I help you? ?No sir, he's teaching right now, but he'll be back around 10:30. ?Sure I can take a message. ?Thank you, I'll make sure he gets this." ? Blake turned to go through the papers again, filing things as she saw fit, and withholding