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The Patriot Game By Marina Kelly This story is dedicated to my BFF Kelly Ann and the beautiful, if fragile, butterflies in all of us. It is a chronicle of an ambitious, scheming wife. A patriot who is hell bent on volunteering her unwilling husband for an undercover assignment for Homeland Security (HLS). He exits the training pipeline as a large breasted, modern day femme fatale, the first T-girl Mata Hari. Our hero allows his wife and the government to so manipulate him. He ends up questioning his very sexuality. Not a sequel, more of a parallel yarn involving the same characters as my first story, The Kiss. Chapter 1. In the Beginning "For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, And it makes us all part of the patriot game. For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same. To play out my part in the patriot game." Old Irish folk ballad. Dusk on the romantic beaches of Key Largo finds two star-crossed lovers strolling together holding hands. Jim is wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, showing off his muscular torso. His date Sara, is wearing a short white cotton halter sundress that flaunts her curvy figure and silky soft skin. Her makeup is expertly applied and very dramatic, albeit a tad too heavy for a day at the beach. The couple stopped calf deep in the surf to watch the sunset. The two lovers embraced and locked lips while the thundering surf sent up pillars of foam as it broke against their legs. Sara ignored the fact her dress was drenched by the waves, plastering it to her braless chest. In an effort to show Jim her level of passion, Sara grinds her hips into his crotch. Sara was participating in her favorite pastime sticking her tongue as far down Jim's throat she can get. Jim was not immune to the passionate moment and clung to her body with all his might. Sara suddenly went rigid startled by something cold and slimy brushing against her leg. As the wave retreated, she felt the gross object entangle and trap her ankle. Assuming she was caught in kelp she kicks her leg to free it from its snare. Her foot meets something solid and not pliable. Breaking the kiss long enough to glance down in the foam. Sara saw something that caused her blood to run cold. The evening tide had swept the remnants of a man's torso ashore. Staring up at Sara was a lifeless bloated face, with empty eye sockets. The surging breakers had positioned her foot in his crotch. The torso was missing both arms and most of its legs. Sara knows it was a male because his manly part was bobbing in the surf like a lighthouse buoy. With a deep throated scream our heroine fainted dead away, joined seconds later by her date. A bystander heard the scream and dialed 911. The first responder was a rookie policeman, Tim O'Brien. His first reaction was to preserve the evidence. He dragged the partial cadaver above the high-water mark. He then turned his attention to Sara, the distressed young woman. A short time later his partner, Sergeant Gomez, arrives. Hey Rookie what's up?" "The body is over there. The two eyewitnesses are sitting on the bench over by the sidewalk. Careful Sarge, watch the vomit. "Thanks Tim, I will get CSI to take samples." "There is no need for that sergeant, the barf is mine." Laughing, Sgt Gomez asks, "Your first dead body?" "Hell no Sergeant it's that girl over there. She was out cold, laying face down in the surf when I arrived. Following protocol, I started artificial resuscitation. I am really good at giving mouth to mouth and was really getting into it. After all she is gorgeous and her wet dress left nothing to the imagination. She revived enough to respond to me. She reached up and clung to my neck and we tongue wrestled for a while." "What about her partner?" "He was out cold, but I am dumb not stupid I concentrated the beautiful woman." After their recovery, while I was interviewing them, I discovered Sara is actually a he, named Sam. It works as a waitress in some sports bar in Key West. Realizing I had been French kissing...I mean giving CPR to a guy is when I lost dinner. It must be bad karma, some kind of cosmic practical joke. No male should be that good-looking. Those breast are real too, please don't ask me how I know that." "Welcome to the Keys, O'Brien. We have a thriving community of transvestites here. If they aren't your thing, steer clear of the bars on the east end of Duval. As you have found out, some of the girls are beauty pageant material. You need to learn to check under the hood, before you take a test drive." @ @ @ @ DNA testing later confirmed the identity of the remains was an agent working undercover for Homeland Security (HLS). The recent exposure of a Soviet spy ring operating in the U.S. has spurred HLS into action. They had been sitting on intelligence that an ex-KGB agent named Ivan Vasilie was living in Key West. Latest phone taps and e-mail intercepts have suggested Ivan is trying to reactivate his old sleeper cell. Indications are that he is attempting to sell their services by actively pursuing Al-Qaida representatives. Recent events have made this a priority and a political hot potato. Bill Hampton was promoted and transferred in from the HLS Central region to deal with this issue. Upon arriving at his new assignment "Wild Bill" as he likes to be called - while his subordinates actually refer to him as 'Wild Bully' wanted to make an immediately impact. So taking the first volunteer, he placed him undercover to collect data on the terrorist. The hastily put together plan turned to a disaster, as the agent only last two days. Since then Bill has had his team working 24/7 trying to come up with a foolproof plan to bring Ivan down and put him and his crew away for good. Reeling from his failed operation he has rejected two other nominated plans for their lack of originality. As Bill, surfed porn sites he thought how he hated working weekends. Meanwhile in an office down the hall Steve trumpets "Hallelujah!" Celebrating by high fiving Fred his office mate. Steve collects the printout off the printer. It has taken awhile. However he finally discovered a suitable candidate. Steve confides in Fred, "I hope Bully Boy agrees. It's not a 100%; nevertheless it is close enough for government work." Steve takes the printouts and places them inside a Homeland Security Top Secret folder. With the file tucked under his arm, and dreams of a commendation Steve heads for the Director's office. Handing his superior the inch thick folder Steve proudly declares, "Mr. Hampton, I would have come sooner, but I had to wait for the psychologist's evaluation." Bill answers in a bored tone, "Steve, just drop the report in my inbox and give me the executive summary." "Boss, this plan departs from the old ways of doing business. This is a creative new approach, maybe even a tad devious. We don't use a professional agent. No wire taps or surveillance teams, and most definitely no backup. It calls for us to take advantage of Ivan's reported attraction for transvestites. We don't go after him. We completely back off and we let him come to us. We place our girl in his favorite hangout and play it slow and easy. We just dangle the bait out there and wait for Ivan to gulp it down. Our agent takes no offensive actions, rather he intentionally remains in the shadows and plays hard to get. We ensure Ivan makes all the moves. Then once our agent is fully accepted in his inner circle, he can become our mole and gather enough information to round up the whole ring." Bill's interest is peaked and asks, "What will make Ivan invite our agent into his private inner sanctum?" "All right boss, that's the beauty of my plan. Success hinges on selecting the perfect operative. I think I have found just such a person. The psych guys say there is a 94% positive compatibility quotient between our candidate and Ivan. We couldn't have done better on match.com." "That's great news, but I am not interested in getting Ivan married. It sounds too good to be true, now get on with the rest." "Boss that is why I am certain that is a flawless plan! My candidates' interests and talents are synchronized with Ivan's. We are not building a new persona with our nominee. The foundation will be rock solid. The only changes we are making are embellishments. Our candidate has the perfect build. His lack of muscularity makes him ideal, with his slight almost effeminate size. We don't have to mess with teaching him a cover life. There isn't any requirement for playacting, which is where so many undercover OPs screw up. Our guy has to only be himself, just do it in drag. There is enough of a variation in personality traits to alleviate suspicion that our guy is a plant. Steve lays out a summary sheet on Bill's desk, and goes down the list one item at a time. Target - Ivan Vasilie: 1. Russian citizen: He has as a green card with Permanent Resident status. 2. Physical Characteristics: 58 years old, 5 Foot 10, 280 Pounds. 3. Profession: A retired KGB agent. He was the station chief in DC before the wall came down. Ivan now earns his living as muscle for hire, primarily for the Russian mob. Body disposal appears to be one of his specialties. This guy is mean, a really crazy. The police have linked numerous missing persons to him. They are there one day, and then they simply vanish. We can only speculate they're individuals that failed to pass his vetting process. 4. Education: Ivan is a graduate of Marshal Voroshilov Military Academy. (That is the equivalent of our West Point.) He majored in Political Science. 5. Religion: The guy hasn't been inside a church since his baptism. 6. Habits: A heavy drinker, almost exclusively vodka. He chain smokes cigarettes and likes an occasional Cuban cigar. He also likes to suck on other cylindrical objects, if you get my meaning. "All right Steve, get your mind out of the gutter and get on with the report." 7. Sexual orientation: Single, never married. He considers himself a playboy. His preference is for large breasted blonds. Latest information has just re-classified him as Bi. Our playboy pays for his real girls. All his long term relationships appear to have been with extremely feminine passable trannies. They had our informants fooled. 8. Hangouts: The most common is a bar in Miami called the Pink Pussycat, a den of perverts. It's officially a Sports Bar and Grill. It's not strictly a gay bar, nevertheless all the employees are transvestites, so it attracts a very select crowd. If Ivan is not there he can be found aboard his yacht, the Pink Flamingo. If you notice there is a very distinct trend, hell I will bet this guy wears pink skivvies. 9. Hobbies: a. Like most Russians he is an ardent chess player. b. Loves American professional football because of its violent nature. c. A picky eater. Insists all his meals be prepared by a gourmet chef. It's said he puts food above family, art, music, even love. d. Music. A genuine snob, he only listens to classical. 10. Approachability: Extremely paranoid. He is mistrustful of all strangers. Rigorously checks and rechecks backgrounds and cover stories on everyone he comes into contact with. That is how he survived all those years as a spy. We have hearsay accounts that he had his goons hold down an informer while Ivan used a pair of pliers to pull the guys' tongue out. He is also not above culling the heard when the whim hits him. He once had a henchman killed because he thought the guy eavesdropped on a private conversation. Ivan had screwdrivers driven through both ears. He had his main lieutenant killed when he caught him bragging about how important he was to impress some girl. Ivan said he had a perfect solution for a fathead. With the girl made to watch Ivan had his head clamped in a vise and over the period of several hours kept tightening it until it popped. That is how he treated friends. Imagine what he did to our undercover agent. 11. The cover must be perfect, no loopholes or the man is shark bait, like our last guy. We still haven't found all the body parts. 12. Boss, we need to be very cautious with this guy. He can bring vast recourses into play. Ivan has shown a willingness to apply unprecedented effort to check out anyone who gets close to his inner circle." Bill smiles and responds, "Well Steve with all our experience and recourses, if we can't do it then no one can. Now go on with your report." "The candidates name is Joakim Svensson. For G-d sake Steve, what kind of a name is that?" "Not sure, no one here can even pronounce it. His parents were from Norway or Sweden, one of those Eskimo countries. However, he goes by Jack." 1. "Marital status: Married for six years - there is no firm evidence of infidelity by either spouse. They met just before graduation from college and have been together ever since. Jack was always a bit of a child prodigy in math and science, a confirmed geek from the start. He was a loner. His school teachers mostly referred to him as being socially retarded, no actual close friends growing up. In math and science, he was always in the top of his class. His grades were only average in the humanities. The guy was a bit of a hermit in college, spent his free time working at his part time job, in the library studying or playing in the school orchestra. Like I said a real dweb. He is known as a self-effacing guy that likes to stay in the background. He has been identified as a placid, meek, and somewhat subservient to authority. Wife's name is Rose Ann. Her maiden name was Kelly. Like most Mick's she has had a lifetime love affair with liquor. She is a classically attractive woman, 5 foot 4, with large breasts, long red hair, freckled face, green eyes, and a small cute ski jump nose. She is a natural athlete, and spends a lot of time at the corporate gymnasium. In school, she loved to party, was what her friends called socially active. Nonetheless she still graduated near the top of her class in every subject. She is a typical type 'A' personality, a driven overachiever. 2. Family Attachments: None. Both sets of their parents are deceased. His were killed in auto accident 10 years ago. Her father was a Navy pilot, died in a training accident. Her mother died of some exotic ailment that she picked up while in the Peace Corps. Neither spouse has any living siblings. She had a brother in the Army, that was killed at the Pentagon during the 9/11 attack. 3. Friends: Phone records and interviews with coworkers indicates no one special. All social events appear to be work related. Rose worked her way up through the secretarial pool and is still chummy with a lot of the hired help, however as far as we can determine there is no BFF. 4. Education: Both are college graduates. His degree is in computer science. He graduated with honors. He earned the reputation as a teacher's pet, would do anything to earn a pat on the head. Talking to those who know him, his personality is dull as dishwater. We have it on good authority that he was a virgin on his wedding day. Her degree was in Business. High grade point average, even though she was a real party animal. She was active in the school's feminist movement. She has a reputation for being forceful, argumentative and aggressive. She definitely was not a virgin. There is a rumor she slept with several of her professors to help ensure the GPA. As the stories go, she didn't discriminate, she plied her charms to both male and female instructors whoever could help her get ahead, although nothing can be substantiated. 5. Religion: No known affiliation. Neither attends religious services. 6. Work Status: Both work for the same company, Software R Us Inc. A software marketing and sales company. She is currently an executive assistant to the CEO. Our candidate is a sales manager. They normally commute to work together and have offices in the same building. Her take home pay is about twice his. Looking at Rose's corporate evaluations, her extraordinary executive and organizational skills are what distinguish her from her contemporaries. He works exclusively for commissions. His W-2 indicates his pay for the last two years is on a steady decline. With the economy, the way it has been this is no real surprise. "Steve, your analytical skills verge on the brilliant. Get on with it." 7. Their boss: Michael Bixby briefly played professional football. He was drafted as a linebacker, although in reality, he only played on special teams. He bought his way into the company with his signing bonus. From what we know he is an incompetent businessman. He took too many shoots to the head I guess. He owes any corporate success to his employees. He drives then relentlessly. He is also a philander. Office gossip has it that he has bedded every eligible woman in the company, and will fuck anything that walks on two legs. 8. Children: Our couple currently has no children. Numerous charges at doctors and several fertility clinics indicate they are trying. 9. Criminal Status: She was detained as a freshman for streaking across campus. No formal charges except one incident I'll get to later. 10. Financial situation. There is no suggestion of gambling, drugs or other bad habits. He appears to be pretty much a homebody. No outstanding debts other than a large mortgage and standard credit card charges, they just purchased a new home, presumably making room for a baby. The house is really more than they can afford. They're living from paycheck to paycheck, savings are at minimum levels. 11. Credit rating: Score of 690. Credit cards are close to maxing out. We might be able to use money as an enticement. 12. Physical characteristics: His driver license says he is 5-5, 140 lbs. Boss that is why I am certain that is a flawless plan! Our candidate has the perfect build, with his slight almost effeminate size. He is Scandinavian, with light blond hair that he wears a touch long for a businessman and no facial hair to speak of. His DMV picture is there on enclosure. 13. Medical: We have been unable to get to his complete medical records, however lucky for us, he took a physical for a life insurance policy three months ago. A quick review of the records indicates Jack is in good health although has recently lost 10 pounds. Our people attribute this to stress at work. Based on the medical bills the fertility problem appears to be hers not his. 14. Law enforcement connections. There is no connection to anyone in law enforcement. 15. He has steered clear of anything to do with the military. After 9-11 she tried to enlist in the Army, although she was rejected after a rigorous background check. 16. Both are 28. 17. Habits: The guy is a Goody Two-Shoes. He recycles, is a frequent blood donor, listens to NPR and is listed as an organ donor. He is a non- smoker and drinks moderately, mostly wine. Jack occasionally enters local chess tournaments, and wins most of them. He is an avid professional football fan. He has season tickets for Tampa Bay. They have the full NFL package on cable TV. He is a gourmet cook. Jack worked his way through college as a chef in some fancy French restaurant. He has some sort of certificate from the American Culinary Federation. Jack played the trombone in his high school band and the oboe in his college orchestra. He is currently a ranked chess player - his victory in a U.S. Chess Federation Tournament in Atlanta was the event that triggered his selection." His favorite opening is Blackmar-Diemer Gambit." "Now hold it right there Steve. I don't have time for this minutia bullshit. You're wasting my time." "Sorry chief but this is vital. The shrink says this is indicative of a risk taker." "Come on Steve you have skipped the Big one!" "Yes, regretfully chief, we have found no perfect candidate. There is no evidence that Jack is a crossdresser, yet. No purchases from the usual sources. His internet browser hasn't any indication of hits on TV or TG web sites. "Fuck Steve, you had me convinced we finally had a contender. No red blooded, normal American male is going to volunteer for a mission like this." "Relax boss, I am sure we can backdoor this situation." We use the fact he is a novice crossdresser to our advantage. We don't pretend Jack is a lifelong fairy. Rather we play it as close as possible to the truth. Jack has recently discovered his long suppressed feminine side. Came out to his wife, she reacted negatively and throws him out. He goes to work in the club to support himself." "Go on idiot; stop making me drag it out of you." "Sorry, my bad. Well, my curiosity was raised by his wife's rejection from the Army. I did a detailed background check on her. I have uncovered some evidence that we may be able to enlist her services in securing her husband's cooperation. Her only brother was an Army major, had a tour in Iraq where he earned a Bronze Star and Purple Heart and then was killed in the attack on the Pentagon on 9/11." "Go on Steve that puts her with about 60 other sisters." "Well boss, we have done some very surreptitious interviews of her friends. It appears, she is strongly patriotic and extremely pissed off about her brother. The breakthrough came when I uncovered an event back before she hooked up with our patsy, I mean our candidate. I had to call in some favors, and found an old, forgotten police report. It appears in college she had a boyfriend over to her place for a night of drinking and debauchery. There was some kinky bondage involved. She tied him to the bed completely dressed in her outfit. From all accounts, she had him made up like a harlot! When Rose broke out the strap-on the guy freaked out and demanded to be released. After an intense and according to the neighbors a very vocal argument, Rose relented and untied the poor sap. She kept his clothing and was strong enough to push him out of the door, dressed like a streetwalker. The poor flunky was slinking to his car. He was unfortunate in that he ran into a bunch of drunken college frat guys. He tried to run for it, however the high heels were more than he could handle, he fell breaking his ankle. The drunks found him on the ground and did a bit of gay bashing, broke his nose, cracked three ribs and crushed one testicle. Poor guy will be shooting half loads for life. The guy pressed charges against the drunks and then wanted to charge Rose. The police investigated, and briefly thought about charging her with illegal imprisonment. However, since he initially was a willing participant. He was eventually released when he demanded it. The cops decided the charge wasn't applicable. So the report was filed away. "I have had our cyber tech guys researching her internet usage. Interestingly enough it would seem there are occasional visits to forced feminization and female domination sites." "You know Steve for a computer geek you are not as dumb as you look. When you get the time send me those URL's. Schedule an interview with this Jack character and if that doesn't work go to the wife. I am convinced that if persuasion does not work on her. You can always resort to blackmail to ensure her cooperation. Get to work! Just make sure your connections with him and his wife are as clandestine as possible. If Ivan finds a link to us this whole thing could blowup in your face." A short time later, Steve is summoned back to the Director's office. "Steve I have given this a lot of thought. I even read your report. I am now convinced this is our guy. All his negatives can be overcome. Once we get him onboard, we will have him smoking two packs a day, make him a vodka connoisseur, run him through an intensive sissy boot camp, and give him a perfect legion. When he graduates she will be an ideal agent. Get Linda on this, she is the best. Tell her to spare no expense, within reason of course. Have her set up an apartment near that bar as soon as possible. Linda has a well known reputation for her ability to rehabilitate wayward husbands. That way when her presence is uncovered, Ivan will believe the wife is just getting her revenge on poor old Jack. Be sure and establish a traceable money trail from Mrs. Svensson to Linda. Just remember we need to think this thing all the way through. We can't have any tongues wagging that betray our guy as a plant. Make sure we take our time and do this thing flawlessly!" "All right boss, I will personally get on it right now. I will create an impenetrable cover story. It will stand up to detailed scrutiny. We don't want this OP to turn into another Bay of Pigs. It has to be perfect, or we will lose him like the last one we sent undercover. I tried to caution you that sending him in as a bartender was a bad idea. Boss, I am convinced if we get Jack professionally dolled up and teach him to suck cock; he has an even chance to come home with all his body parts." "Steve, you asshole, there is no room here for vulgar talk like that. My G-d, just think what would happen to my career if one of those empty- headed bimbo secretaries heard you talk like that." "On second thought, numb nuts. From a purely field craft standpoint, that is probably a good backup plan. Have Linda work that cock thing into the training syllabus. Go talk to this guy." "The difference between 'involvement and commitment' is like a ham and egg breakfast: The chicken was involved - the pig was committed." Martina Navratilova @ @ @ @ Chapter 2. Recruitment, a reluctant draftee. "Ask not what your country can do for you - Ask what you can do for your country." President JFK It has been an extremely stressful week. Jack's boss had been more of a jackass than usual. At the weekly Friday morning wrap-up meeting, Mike made a point of expressing his disappointment at his company's recent sales figures. Mike repeatedly drew attention to Jack's department and its deteriorating numbers. At the end of the meeting, Mike told Jack to stay behind. Rose, Mike's executive assistant, was about to leave and Mike said, "No Rose, I want you to hear this too." The bombastic ex- football player stood towering over Jack and says, "Your department's figures continue to go in the crapper. If this keeps up, Rose will be the only Svensson working here. Do I make myself clear? Or does Rose need to draft you a memo?" Jack attempted to defend himself with a discussion of the economic recession. Mike dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Look little man, excuses are like assholes. Everyone has them and they are only good for dispensing shit. Either you start producing or clear out your desk." Then to make matters worse, Mike grabs Rose and engulfs her in a bear hug trapping her arms between them. With his arms wrapped tightly about Rose, he lifted her feet slightly off the ground. Mike stared past Rose directly at Jack as if daring him to object. With her feet freely off the ground Rose lightly fluttered them and gave a slight almost inaudible giggle. Mike says to Rose, "Don't worry my little Rose Bud. As long as I am CEO you will have a place alongside of me. Maybe someday we can even start our own garden, I would love to plow your field and plant my seeds." Jack detested it when Mike treated his wife in such a possessive manner and wanted so badly to tell Mike to put his wife down. Mike made no effort to hide his attraction for Rose. Mike's flirtations and continual sexual innuendos could only be described as blatant sexual harassment. Rather than respond Jack seethed, because he desperately needed to keep his job. He concealed his anger. As usual, Rose appeared blas? about the whole thing. How could he object if she didn't seem to care? Jack and Rose have had this conversation numerous times. Jack wanted Rose to resist Mike's sexism and put that pig in his place. Rose didn't help things by frequently wearing short and tight revealing outfits to work. Rose insisted she was not being used. Rather she maintained that by drawing attention to herself, she was calling the shots. As a beautiful woman she had concluded that putting up with a chauvinist environment was the price to be paid for success in the business world. Rose has risen from the secretarial pool to Executive Assistant by tolerating Mike and playing the submissive, compliant, subordinate. Of course her business degree also played a significant role in her spectacular rise. Rose's favorite retort was, "It's far easier for a woman to climb the corporate ladder in a tight blouse and mini skirt than a bland shapeless business suit." During that same five year period, Jack's career had bottomed out, and he languished as Mike's whipping boy in the sales department. Leaving the meeting, Jack was greeted by his secretary, "Chief, there are two guys waiting for you in your office. They wouldn't tell me what it was about, just that they needed to talk to you right away." "Thanks Tiffany, I am headed there right now." @ @ @ @ Steve fumed, "Fred, can you believe that guy. I mean he wouldn't even consider our proposal, what an unpatriotic schmuck." "Yeah mister patriot, I don't hear you volunteering. Steve I bet you would look cute in a dress and heels." "Fred, don't knock it if you haven't tried it." "WTF does that mean? I tell you Steve, Wild Bully is not going to be happy." "Relax Fred we really screwed up just throwing that concept of becoming a female impersonator at him, hoping he would jump at the idea out of patriotic fervor. Nevertheless we still have a backup plan." "What's that Steve, are we going to shanghai the guy?" "No you numbskull, let's get up to the 5th floor we have an appointment with Rose Svensson." "We have an appointment?" "Yep Fred, watch and listen, you are dealing with the master. It's called planning ahead. I figured we might have problems with old Jack, so I scheduled an appointment with the actual boss, Mrs. Svensson. Even if he agreed to or proposal, we would have had to talk to the wife, we need her full cooperation to make this work. Now put a smile on your face and leave it there." Steve and Fred put their game faces on and prepare to face the wife, anticipating reluctance if not a major battle. After all how many wives are prepared to have their husbands feminized, then disappear for an unspecified period of time to live in the nether world as a half man, half woman. However the fates were with our government lackeys this day as little did they realize what a staunch ally they were about to enlist. 97 minutes later the two HLS agents were leaving the building. "My G-d, Steve that was easy, she volunteered her husband on the spot, all we had to do was agree to reimburse her for the costs of his preparation and guarantee her a stipend for the time her husband was away working undercover for us. Steve, I do think she played you there a little. You spent more time staring at her legs, then negotiating." "Yep, did you see those Jimmy Choo she was wearing? They were so dreamy." "Steve what are you talking about? In my opinion, a stipend in that salary range was excessive. It is way more than her husband has ever made. Plus that million dollar life insurance policy seems exorbitant." "Shut the hell up Fred! Don't get your knickers in a knot. We accomplished our mission, no one, certainly not the government, is going to squabble over a few thousand dollars. I know how to handle those bureaucratic pundits. We will just charge it all to training. Anything under 7 figures will never even be noticed. Moreover, that poor woman deserves some security. Remember whatever happens to her husband, it is merely collateral damage. His potential loss is well within expectable parameters provided we accomplish our mission. Besides if all goes as planned and his cover stands up to scrutiny what Ms. Svensson gets back will never be her husband again. The likelihood is that whoever returns, will be closer to a she than a he. When we drag him out of the closet, it has to be brutal and real. The shrinks tell us there is a good chance we could physiologically scar the poor guy for life. That is a chance I am willing to take. After all what's one person compared to the good of the country? "Steve, that's all fine. We got his wife to agree however remember he has not said yes yet." "Fred I am an excellent judge of character. I tell you his wife will not only get Jack to volunteer, she will have him in panties before we get back to the office. Yeah, Fred, this is going to look good on my resume. I will arrange a meeting with the wife in a couple of days, and I will read her into the full battle plan. We need a nice secluded location where we can rendezvous. It has to be someplace isolated where neither of us will be recognized. I will take care of that. You get the paperwork started." "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive." Sir Walter Scott @ @ @ @ Chapter 3. Naming a New Species of Flower. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2) Jack and Rose spent a typical weekend, lounging around the house. Monday morning was different and brought about a critical change in Jack's life. As the alarm goes off, Jack opens his eyes to find Rose starring at him with a wily smile. Rose utters, "Come on honey; let's go get some breakfast. Jack I called the office and have taken the day off for both of us. We need to have a long talk. Friday I had a visit from two government men. What they told me was disturbing. I waited all weekend for you to mention their visit. At first I refused to believe you didn't volunteer to help our country fight terrorism. How could you not leap at the idea of supporting your government? I am sadly disappointed in your actions. I need to understand what you were thinking." Sitting in the kitchen munching on toast Jack listens as his wife patiently articulates all the reasons he should have volunteered. Jack responds with a snarl, "No way Rose, prancing around like some Nancy boy, would be unbelievably embarrassing. More to the point it could be really dangerous. I am never going out there risking my life while wearing a dress and that is my final answer!" With a face full of mischief Rose says in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, Jack, never say never! What has happened to my red blooded Viking? Don't tell you are so insecure in your manhood that a little thing like a skirt challenges it. My heavens, they are not asking you to turn gay. They only want you to make friends with some guy and play chess in a smock, heels and makeup. You're not man enough to wear a dress? That's not the guy I married." "Rose you don't understand, I am scared to death. I am not the heroic type. Hell the closest I ever came to being a hero was rescuing the neighbor's cat from our garage roof. What if everyone ridiculed me, worst yet what if something happened to me?" "Well Jack that's a chance, I will have to take!" My brother joined the army and then volunteered for service in the gulf war, was wounded in action and then gave his life for this country. And you are worried about being embarrassed. Let me pass along some wisdom he told me about heroism, if a man does the most heroic act in the world and is not afraid, he is either a fool or crazy, not a hero. The true heroes are the guys that are so scared they are pissing in their pants and do it anyway." "Well Rose, put me in for the Medal of Honor because just thinking about this, and I am already peeing in my pants." Mockingly Rose taunts, "Boo hoo hoo, Poor Jackie is afraid." Rose came up behind her husband and began nibbling on his ear "Come on Jack, I know I am asking a lot of you. If you won't do it for your country, do it for me. Where is that man I married? Despite your strenuous opposition, I suspect there is a part of you that really wants to try this. Jack there is no higher calling than defending your country. Most do it in uniform on the battlefield; all we are asking is for you to do it in a skirt and heels. If it makes you more comfortable I will ensure your first dress is in leopard print camouflage." Laughing Rose continues her argument with, "I will even get you your own supply of diapers, for those rare occasions when Jackie has to take on the scary boogeyman! If you will do it, I promise you will have fun, I know I will. Trust me on this one." Rose persistent with, "Think about all the lives you could be saving; doesn't that mean anything to you?" "Of course it matters. It is just that you are asking me to swim with the sharks. Couldn't someone else be the hero?" "Come on Jack, the government guy explained it to me. Out of the thousands of profiles they scrutinized, yours was the only one that was completely compatible with this particular terrorist. From what he said you might even become friends, isn't that exciting? All you will be doing is trading your sneakers for a pair of stilettos, come on just say you will try this. Do it for your family, me and our future children. The government has agreed to pay you a very generous salary while you are in training and undercover. They will list you a GS 11, plus we get all the standard benefits that come with government service. That's over three times what you are making now. When you come home we will have a very nice nest egg. Let's face it. You currently are not making enough to pay our bills. If you don't take this deal, we are going to lose the house. Is that what you want?" "Rose, please don't ask me to do this. There is my pride to consider, I will embarrass both of us. I will appear a total fool." "Jeez, Jack. You don't have to be such an asshole about it." Then with a mischievous twinkle in her eye Rose said, I am prepared to work on it, the question is, are you?" The comment was more a dare than a question. Jack reluctantly had to admit to himself his curiosity was piqued. The security of a government job, plus the financial rewards was certainly tempting, and the thought of getting away from Mike was almost irresistible. But then the realization if he left the company he would be abandoning his wife to the unobstructed clutches of the vile pig. Rose continued to push, "Come on Jack, there is only one way to find out! Let's give this a try", crossing her fingers behind her back, as she continues, "You can quit anytime you want. I promise!" A reluctant Jack agrees. "OK, as long as I can stop if things get too weird. I will give it a try!" Rose yells, "Hooray!" She jumps up and hugs Jack, saying "Jack this is a complex task we have before us. Let's get started." Rose then made what she hoped was a prophetic statement, "Jack before I am done. I am going to turn you into a beautiful woman, and you are going to love it." "That's fine, but Rose, what if that isn't what I want? I have never had a Cinderella complex!" Ignoring the comment she hands Jack a pair of panties and says, step into these Jack, we will get some of your own later. No more tighty whities for you. Jack looked her in the eyes and could tell she wasn't joking. Jack hesitated, sensing that if he did step into the feminine garments nothing would ever be the same again. Rose sensed Jack's reluctance. She responded, "Jack, I am not trying to usurp your manhood. We are simply exploring the possibility of you being presentable." Jack hesitantly complied feeling that somehow this action was tantamount to surrendering any future claim he had on being a man. Rose next handed Jack an old heavily padded bra and told him to put it on. Rose watched in amusement as Jack arched his back and floundered about trying to get it on. Rose eventually took pity on him and lent a hand in fastening the brassiere firmly in place. Humming to herself, she dives into her closet, her heart racing in anticipation of what was about to unfold. "What is my new girlfriend going to wear?" Holding up dress after dress Rose is unable to find anything that would seem to fit her husband. An exasperated Rose finally dug to the very back of her closet. "Great," she said sarcastically. "The only thing I have that might even come close to fitting you is this old knit yellow dress with big white buttons up the front. She stumbled out of the closet with the dress. Rose asks, "How does your underwear feel sweetheart?" "Uncomfortable, can I please take them off?" Laughing Rose merely answers "No!" Handing the dress to Jack, Rose responds "Please put this on for me and I will button you up." Jack countered with a pout but stepped into the dress. Rose draws her husband toward her and playfully closes the front of his dress accidentally rubbing his swelling manhood as she moves from button to button. Rubbing her hand over his firm member Rose sarcastically observes, "My my, it seems that despite your protestations, someone is enjoying this. It seems you really like your new underwear. Is my hubby wobby, wiking his pretty pink panties? Do they feel good on his wittle weenie?" Before a flustered Jack can respond Rose continues. "Perfect, now let me think. Hot damn, I still have this yarn wig from last year's Halloween party. I know it's just a cheap thing however the white brings out the blue of your eyes." Rose stood back and critically examined her creation and started laughing. Jack reacted by getting angry, "Rose, this is hard enough on me already. I told you I would look ridiculous." "Jack this is just a trial run to let me see what we have to work with. Now, walk for me, I want to see how it hangs on you." Jack is hesitating. Rose wrinkled her brow and says, "Jack, I gave you something to do! Why don't you go do it? You know when I set my mind on something I always get my way!" Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Jack agreed to try it, only if Rose left the room. Rose breathed a deep sigh of relief and fought to hide her glee. She left the room before she lost her composure. Through the crack in the door Rose spied on her husband, watching him parade around in his new dress. Rose mused over how easily she had gotten her husband into a bra, panties and a dress. Jack started at his reflection in the full length mirror and to his utter amazement the dress almost fit. He stood there for a few minutes turning this way and that, posing in front of the mirror. 'It can't get any worse', thought Jack. However as he was to learn, it could get a lot worse. Rose tiptoes into the room, comes to an abrupt halt pretending she hasn't been spying. She stood and stared at her husband watching him checking out his ass in the dress. She was able to keep a straight face only for an instant before her face brook into a wide grin. A thoroughly mortified Jack is summing up a most inauspicious blush and yells "Rose, get the hell out of here." On her way out of the room Rose throws a zinger at her blushing husband with, "Jeezus, I see Jack the jerk is back! From what I saw it actually doesn't look too bad if you discount the hairy arms, and the very unladylike bulge in the groin. Jack trying to sound assertive Jack responds, "Rose I said I would try this, although it's a onetime thing. It ends here." Rose snorted from the next room. "Oh, I don't think so." Eventually, Jack calls Rose back to the bedroom. An exasperated Rose gave Jack a panty girdle and told him if we are going to do this let's do it right. Rose helped him on with the foundation garment and showed Jack how to tuck his man parts out of view. Seeing her husband's groin look as smooth as a Ken doll, brought Rose to the edge, she actually had to bring one hand to her mouth to hide her smile. Next she attached a couple of adhesive strips to his forehead and pressed the wig into place combing and styling it. Taking a step back she closely examined her creation. Rose wrinkled up her brow and lightly fingered the armpit hair hanging out of the dress sleeves. Then she moved her hand down to Jack's love handles. Rose blithely pronounces, "Well two things are apparent. We have a major deforestation project to undertake and we need to purchase some heavy duty body shaping undergarments." "Rose I keep telling you this is never going to work! Sweetheart I want to be a real American hero as much as the next guy, nevertheless I am terrified of doing it in a dress. Rose, I am just a dyslexic, computer geek from Minnesota. I don't know anything about being a hero or a girl, for that matter! Look at how pathetic I come across." Rose, smiled and said "Poor Jackie, brilliant about some things, and so naive about others. Sweetheart, we are only getting started, let's give it some time." After several minutes of additional protest Rose drags Jack to her makeup table. "Jack let's start with some basics on how to apply your makeup. We will start out real slow with just lipstick. Guys tend to be fixated with a woman's breast, but in the end her lips are the deal closer." Rose demonstrates how to use a lip liner. "Now for the lipstick open the mouth slightly and say 'Oh'. By staying relaxed you will be able to reach the total surface area of the lips. As with the pencil line, start from the top center and using the liner as your guide, glide the lipstick smoothly to the corner of the mouth on each side, repeating for the bottom lip. As if talking to a mentally challenged child she patiently explained, lipstick should always remain inside the lip liner. To get longer lasting color, repeat the process and blot between applications." Jack declares, "Rose you are a clearly an evil woman. This is too much of a sacrifice to ask of me. I don't want to be another Mata Hari!" With surprising malice, Rose immediately launches into a tirade; for heavens' sake Jack, don't have a conniption, it's only makeup. Hell even John Wayne wore it." "Yah, Rose except I look more like Tootsie than Rooster Cogburn." Rose ignores Jack's cynicism and continues with her carefully thought out argument. "My homophobic husband let's talk about sacrifice. What did my brother sacrifice and what about me?" Jack looked at his wife with a puzzled expression, "Rose nobody is asking you to risk your life by socializing with scum terrorist." "No Jack all I risk is my reputation. As the wife I must stay home and put up with all the neighbors, laughing behind my back as the wife who couldn't keep her husband out of panties. I can't even tell anyone why you are gone. I will have to suffer in silence. Jack stop thinking only about yourself, do you have any idea how difficult this is going to be on me. I am willing to make the sacrifice of being scorned. How about you?" Rose concludes her argument. "Jack, we are in the springtime of our lives, when we enter the twilight years wouldn't it be nice to look back and think about the time we soared with the eagles and took a stand for what's right. Don't focus on what could go wrong, rather concentrate on what is possible." Feeling properly chastise Jack agrees to try the government's proposal. If and only if Rose could make him more than a caricature of a drag queen. "Jack with your, large nose, thin lips and masculine face I am not promising to make you a beauty queen, however I am positive we can make you presentable, with a little luck maybe even attractive. Are you willing to cooperate with me on this?" Rose is giddy over the prospect of glamorizing her husband. Chuckling Rose says, "OK Jack let's get started, we only a brief period to make you passable. We will get you all dolled up-proper like, to see if you are credible. Right now we can't afford to get you a whole new wardrobe. The first thing tomorrow I am getting you, a really good corset and some big fake boobs. That will create the feminine figure I want...I mean you need. Plus a good corset will help with your posture. Perfect posture sends a message that a woman is comfortable with her body. The narrow waists it provides also tells the world she is proud her body. I will also buy a really good wig. I think we will stick with platinum blonde. That color, is just so you. Once you are tightly laced into a corset we can practice with my other clothes." Standing back and looking at her husband in the yellow dress and white buttons Rose declares, "Jeez, do you know what you look like? Here look in the mirror with that dress and platinum blond wig even you must admit it reminds you of a gigantic daisy. Oh Jack, don't look so glum, I am not making fun of you. I just thought we could use that to our advantage. It would be the perfect name for my special new friend. I want to call you Daisy. Think about it. A daisy is a beautiful wild flower, yet it still is tough as a weed. Just like you." Jack simply stands there glowering. Rose finally inquires, "What name would you like?" "How about just calling me Jackie" responds Jack? Rose immediately rejects it. "Go look at yourself Jacqueline darling," "Yes at a minimum Jacqueline, Jackie would be too easy to slip up and call you Jack. Once we get you all dolled up, I don't want anyone ever calling you Jack again. If you don't like Jacqueline, how about something with a bit more flare, we could go with Jill. Get it Jack and Jill?" "No, you are going to be difficult aren't you, then how about Jasmine, Juliette, Jolene, or we could go dramatic, Candace, that way I could call you Candy, that would be so sweet. Jack mumbles, "Stop screwing around Rose." "OK, we could always go with the drag queen theme. Stop me when I get to something you like, Lusty Lana, Sugar Aplenty, or maybe Sugar Nuts." "Stop! You win Rose, Daisy it is." "Now for a middle name, what would really fit? That's it, just the thing, you will be a Bell. The bell of the ball if I get my way", mumbles Rose. "That's it, end of discussion. We will call you Daisy Bell. We will become, Rose and Daisy, the flower twins." Jumping up and down Rose excitedly grabs her husband and says, "Jack I just had an inspiration. When we have our first daughter, we will call her Lilly. Our next one will be Violet, the one after that will be Marigold. We can create our own special bouquet." Jack says, "Slow down Rose let's stop right there, three are more than enough." The two love birds sealed the deal with a deep soul touching sloppy kiss. Breaking their lip lock Jack inquires, "Rose what happens if they are boys?" In a lighthearted manner Rose joked, "Well Daisy Bell in that case you had better teach them how to box, because no one is screwing with my bouquet!" Rose stood there with massive smile that took over her entire face. "Oh, Jack I know that look. Your bravado makes you think that wearing a dress and being called Daisy Bell will make you less of a man. Well dear husband, there is nothing that is further from the truth. "Jack in my eyes you are more of a man for doing this, I mean that with all my heart." Rose stands back and says, "On the way home from work tomorrow I will stop and get you some clothes of your own, unless you want to get them yourself, we could go shopping this afternoon and pick them out together, is that what you want?" "No I trust you Rose. Whatever you pick will be fine." Rose repeats, "You will wear whatever I buy?" Jack relents and "Yes dear, whatever you get, I will wear. Let's just get this over with." With that statement Jack became an instrument of his own doom. All right Daisy now you need to practice." Jack spent several hours prancing around in the dress becoming accustomed to the feel of it. Rose instructed him on standing, walking, sitting and most importantly how to use the potty wearing a dress. Rose promised her husband, he would learn all about feminine mannerisms. She would teach him everything he needed to pass as a woman. Rose produced a pair of pantyhose accompanied by high heels. Jack sat and Rose walked him through the procedures for putting on pantyhose. First arch your foot, roll one leg on, before staring the other one. Jack pulled the hose up and secured them in place at his waist. Next he had some difficulty cramming his broad foot into the dainty shoes. They were nothing outlandish, just an open toed sandal with a solid 2 inch block heel and ankle straps for added stability. Jack complained to Rose the shoes pinched his feet and felt extremely clumsy. Her unsympathetic response was, "Sure Jack. Your first lumbering steps will look awkward, nevertheless after a short-time you will be walking taller and more serene in heels. Consider these your training wheels until you acquire the confidence to solo in something more dramatic. Indeed, all heels naturally re-align the body into a more feminine shape by shifting the weight onto the balls of the feet and pushing the buttocks slightly out. You must remember bearing creates the first impression. Jack my goal is to teach you to walk with catwalk confidence." "Daisy Bell we are going to start your adventure in high heels by having you just standing in them. This will teach you to balance with your weight distributed on your toes. Practice your posture, throw your shoulders back, and push your pelvis slightly forward. Create the illusion you're leaning back a little, rather than hunching forward. Here place a book on the top of your head. We will do this until you can go 30 minutes without the book falling. Concentrating on not letting your ankles go all wobbly. It will help you become accustom to a new center of balance. Keep shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Just don't lock your knees. No walking until standing in them becomes natural. Despite his nonstop bitching Jack spent over an hour standing erect in his new footwear. His first steps were tentative and a tad unstable. As Jack walked a little bowlegged until he grew confidence. The rest of the day was spent strolling about in heels. Rose put his wig in a high ponytail because she loved to watch it sway back and forth like the trunk of a circus elephant as Jack flounced around in his stockings and heels. The more Jack complained the further Rose mocked him. "Daisy Bell, please stop your complaining. I understand going from carpeting to hard wood floors in heels is difficult. But I never promised you a rose garden. You should be enjoying your holiday in heels, I know I am! Now stand up straight and walk over here. Please don't drop that book again you are going to damage the spine in it." Eventually Jack collapsed dejectedly in his easy chair with his head down and the book in his lap. Rose crosses over to him and gently lifts his chin up with her hand until he was looking into her eyes. Putting the book back on his head Rose lectures, "Posture Daisy Bell, I want you to remember you are not in this alone. As your personal tour guide through Feminine Land, I'm going to be with you every step of the way. I promise I will catch you when you stumble. Rose wrapped her arms tightly around Jack, cradling his head to her bosom and gently rocks him back and forth. Repeatedly mumbling, I love you, until Jack had calmed down. At bed time Rose laid out a sexy lime green sheer chiffon nightgown, with matching panties for Jack to wear. "Come on darling. This is all going a too far, like I am going to wear that!" As Rose slipped beneath the sheets, she once again pleaded "I will make you a deal, Tootsie, wear the nightgown for me, and I will give you a night to remember, that's a promise." Jack responded with "I would rather sleep on the couch." So he did. ANY CHILD CAN TELL YOU THE SOLE PURPOSE OF A MIDDLE NAME IS TO TELL WHEN HE IS REALLY IN TROUBLE! @ @ @ @ Chapter 4. The key to success is Practice. The harder one works, the luckier he becomes. Storming off to the couch, Jack didn't think to remove his makeup. He awoke with his head on a throw pillow permanently redecorated in the residue of his war paint. Rose was getting exasperated at Jack's unenthusiastic foot dragging. She called the office and took another personal day off for both of them. Despite his hostile attitude Rose had Jack in a girdle, bra, panties, dress, heels and makeup from sunrise to sunset, critiquing his every mannish blunder. Awaking the next morning Jack stood up from his couch bed and was very surprised to feel his legs, ass and back extremely tired from the extended amount of time spent in heels the day before. Returning to his male persona, Jack scrubbed off his makeup and grumpily got dressed for work. As Jack and Rose parted company on the elevator at work that day, Rose makes a speech. "Jack we can do this the hard way with you fighting me every step of the way, or we can do it the easy way and maybe even have some fun with this little dress up exercise. What do you want? I am exhausted from fighting you every step of the way. Let me know what you decide." Jack spent a good portion of his day pondering what Rose had said and what he had agreed to do. He was perceptive enough to realize he was upsetting Rose. So arriving home that night, he went up to her and said, "Rose, I am sorry for the way I have been acting, could you make this flower bloom, please? If I am going to do this, I really need your help." Rose was exuberant, however reluctant to show her feelings, so she responds, "I don't know Jack. You have been a royal pain, but since you asked so nicely I will try again. Go, take a bath, soak in my bath oils, I will come and check on you in a few minutes. As Jack is leaving the bath a satisfied Rose hands him a small box tied up with a large scarlet ribbon. Rose stands aside, waiting with barely concealed eagerness as Jack opened his present. Jack stared in the box with confused doe-eyes. He finally pulls out a pair of My Little Mermaid Panties. Rose gave a wolf whistle and gleefully laughed at the whimsy of her gift. "Daisy every girl's, first pair of big girl panties should be memorable. I spent all day searching for these, aren't they just precious? Put them on, they will be a little small, after all most 20 something women aren't into My Little Mermaid. Anticipating your capitulation I consulted with a corsetiere and give him all your measurements to get it just right. Put the panties on so I can lace up your new corset." After just a token tightening, Rose switches to her authoritative voice and sends Jack to the bedroom to put on the dress and heels lying on the bed. "Be sure to fill the bra with the breast forms on the dresser, I got D cups, so we can share bras. Next to them, you will find another gift. When I was shopping for your outfits I discovered the perfect coming out present for my girlfriend. It's a perfume named 'Daisy.' It is marketed as 'A fragrance for a woman." It smells of a meadow full of wildflowers. I think its divine intervention. It is as if it was made with you in mind. Put some on before you come back out for your Grand Entrance. I want you to try your hand at applying your own makeup. Don't forget to tuck your little man and marbles like I showed you. We don't want any unsightly bulges showing in your pretty dress. To stop your persistent whining about cramped feet, I have placed several pairs of what can euphemistically be called sensible shoes in your closet. They aren't stylistic footwear, nevertheless they are all W's in your size." Jack tried to complain although Rose dismissed his comments "Either wear what I have laid out, or we will forget this entire experiment. An hour later, Jack returned wearing his Bozo the clown makeup, outfitted in a leopard print dress, tights and heels. Rose laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. At this point she realized that left to his own devices, her Daisy looked ridiculous. A despondent Jack becomes upset, "Damn it Rose. I am only doing this for you, and you mock me, that really hurt my feelings." Rose gasping for breath manages to squeak out, "Darling. I am sorry if I hurt your sensitivities, I suspect you are trying your best. Jack learning to walk gracefully in high heels and a dress is essential to maximizing your feminine persona. Heels lift you above the crowd. They make you look taller, more slender, and give your outfit instant glamour. It influences how you look physically and your confidence. I was asked to turn you into an elegant looking woman, however watching your galumphing first steps I was reminded more of Igor, being chased by a crowd of villagers with pitchforks and torches." Enjoying her silliness Rose says, "Let Dr. Frankenstein escort you back to my laboratory. Your efforts are laudable. It demonstrates you were paying attention. I will show how to do your makeup so you won't scare small children. The objective is to see if we can work out a look where from ten feet away you don't seem to be wearing any makeup. We don't want to produce a dowdy Plane Jane, but I want my Daisy to look healthy, and sexy, maybe just a tiny bit sluty. When I get done you are going to be flat amazed." Thirty minutes later with a flourish, Rose capped the lipstick that had been her final tool and stood back. "Yessss," she exclaimed in celebration. "You now look just scrumptious. I spent a long time getting the right shade for your lips. I drew your lips just a little larger than your actual contours to make them seem fuller and more prominent. Jack the dictionary defines elegant woman as someone who is pleasingly graceful and stylish in appearance and manner. We have certainly taken the first step towards our goal. What do you think?" Jack smacked his lips flamboyantly, laughing as he puckered up to kiss his bride. "I wonder if this stuff, ah...wears off." "The tube says Everlasting, so if it does, take the issue up with the manufacture." she cooed softly and made no effort to escape his loving embrace. Two orgasms later, she asked her kneeling husband, "So, what do you think of your new style?" "In all honesty the taste and feel of lipstick is intoxicating. If I wasn't careful it could become habit forming. However, I have no intention of letting it get that far!" A very self-satisfied Rose announces, "Daisy dear, remember people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. Now one more time, let's go for a trifecta." After her third sexual climax of the afternoon, Rose announces, "Daisy Bell, tomorrow, we are going to turn this whole thing around. No more haphazardly jumping from here to there. You know how you eat an elephant don't you. You devour it one bite at a time. Organizational skills are my specialty, so I am going to attack this problem in a detailed systematic manner. The keys are plan, prepare, execute and then evaluate. When I am done with you, you are going to be able to run for Homecoming Queen." Running her hand over Jack's body Rose declares, "It's time for another bath. We are going to start that deforestation project. Take a nice long soak in my lavender bath oils. I will join you shortly." Twenty minutes later Jack stands in the tub. Rose stopped him from leaving, "Honey that's only the beginning. Alright, now please remain perfectly still for me. It's time for some fun." Rose retrieves a bottle of baby oil and a new razor, a curious Jack, arches an eyebrow in a form of wonderment. In response to the unspoken question Rose informs Jack, "No more shaving cream for you, it dries out the skin." Rose slithers the oil over Jack's entire body spending an inordinate amount of time massaging it in and around his genitals. Meticulously, she eliminates every trace of hair, from his back, arms, chest, underarms, and legs. Then the only thing left is the pubes. As she got to Jack's crotch, with a wicked smile she looks up and questions, "Landing strip, Brazilin, or bald? You choose Daisy Bell." An astonished Jack has no idea what she is talking about, so he stands mute. Rose snickers and says, "Fine bald it is." Rose copiously coats her hands in more oil. Her hands awash in the lubricate, one hand cups his balls and lightly rubs the oil in while her other is used to enthusiastically pump his prick. While distracting big Jack with little jack, Rose concentrates on his scrotum and surrounding territories. Casually, as if by mistake her hand drifts toward his asshole. While stroking his prick Rose slides one finger to his pucker hole, and just lightly coats it with the oil. Jack stiffens at that, so Rose concentrate