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The Hitcher By Trish. Catching sight of a head full of brown hair behind a rucksack attached to a stuck out a thumb Zim assumed that the hitcher was a girl and on impulse pulled over. Only to realise a few seconds later that she had made a mistake when the long haired slender feminine looking body turned out to belong to a guy! "Hey thanks!" The guy said scrambling into the cab behind his rucksack. "I'm Rob, do you want my sack anywhere special?" "Zim," Zim grunted, before her ears pricked up noticing his odd accent. "You sound you're a long way from home?" "Yep, t'other side of the pond," Rob answered, glancing at his benefactor trying to decide if the driver was a bloke. "I'm English, well mostly, me mam was from New York." He was picking up mixed messages from the chilly unfriendly tone and it was not what he was used to or expected when offered a ride. "Don't much sound it," Zim grunted, adding in a disbelieving mock BBC tone, "Don't you know old bean." "Aye well," Rob sniffed, "I'm from up north, but ah can do t' la-di-dah accent it you want." Shrugging he altered his voice from the gentle almost musical accent, to an inch perfect BBC world service radio announcer saying, "Three years at Cambridge saw to that." With a light laugh he reverted back to his former tone, mimicking each as he chattered about the wide variation of English accents. As he spoke Zim found that in spite of herself, she was warming a to him. He was decidedly cute, with shoulder length brown hair, a slender body and gorgeous voice. "Now I believe you!" Zim chuckled feeling that thrilling excitingly new sensation of having her clit say 'Well hello.' Astonished at the sudden and shocking intensity of the sensation she managed to asked, "So where are you from honey?" Honey! Rob secretly smiled sensing a definite improvement in his benefactor's initially somewhat chilly welcome. "I'm from Brampton, a town on Hadrian's Wall, between Carlisle and Newcastle upon Tyne if you know the geography of the UK." "Not really, but I've seen Hadrian's Wall on TV." Zim nodded. "Aye, most have I guess," he laughed, joking about how the Wall had been treated as a quarry for 1500 years. "You know it always astonishes me that its still there." "So where you bound?" Zim asked, astonished to find he had been riding with her for two hours, and she was enjoying having this chatty English guy in her cab. Again feeling that thrilling in her pants she felt like she could listen to his accent all day and never tire of it. "Where ever you're taking me." Rob laughed, "I'm kind of letting fate dictate where my trip takes me and so far I've not been disappointed." "Well, I'm aiming for Denver tonight?" "That's fine." Rob nodded, enthusiastically, "Don't suppose you know of any cheep motels that aren't flea pits do you?" "In Junction..." Zim laughed, "Forget it." Zim, Rob pegged as an odd one, and he had been riding for over an hour before he made up his mind that she was a she! Physically she dwarfed him and there was something a little intimidating in her gruff flashes of temper aimed at the idiots on the road. Not being a 'real' hitch- hiker Rob made dammed sure he knew where the door handle was, but in the end she turned into excellent company. "Even though me mam was born in the States," Rob said chattering merrily. "Her parents came over to England when she was a teenager and never went back, so after she passed away last year I kind of thought that it might be a good idea to take a couple of years out and see her birthplace." "Yeah I guess I would have done the same." Zim nodded. Knowing that she was female, her strangely masculine attitudes and behaviour began to captivate him. There was something so alluring about a woman who was more of a man than he would ever be, and somehow for the first time in weeks he felt reassuringly safe in Zim's company. "God dam it!" Zim swore when they hit a heavy slow moving traffic. The sun was already getting low in the sky, and Rob who did not want the journey to end had to suppress a smile as Zim angrily stabbed the button to turn the radio on grumbling that she always got held up somewhere on 'this fucking road!' The 'fuck' produced much to Rob's astonishment an apologetic look and a twisted smile as she said, "Sorry honey!" Rob had never had anyone apologise about swearing in his presence before and surprised he blushed saying, "Its all right," as a voice on the radio informed them that there had been a pile up in a tunnel about fifteen miles south. "Awa shit!" Zim swore turning to Rob saying glumly. "Well sugar we isn't going to reach Denver tonight." Pulling on her nose she nodded to herself adding. "There's a layover just up the road, hopefully we'll get there before it grid locks." Normally such delays were the bane of Zim's life and a sure fire way to piss her off, something which with the turmoil of adapting to her medication had resulted in more than one punched wall. This time however instead of frustration she felt a buzz of anticipation. Against all her instincts Zim had taken to Rob in a big way and the sensation was totally different to how she had felt when she had been attracted to someone in the past. Hearing Rob murmur, "Oh bollocks!" as they eased off the highway and into the rapidly filling parking area Zim asked, "What's up honey?" "No motel." Rob half shrugged before glumly laughing, "Ah well there's always the tent, but bang goes my hot bath and chance to get some clean clothes!" "If you can stand my snoring honey, you're welcome to bed down on the front seats..." Zim offered. "Thank you Zim." Rob blushed, looking at her in wide-eyed adoration as he stuttered with embarrassment. "I don't know what to say?" "A thank you is enough babe!" Zim laughed, liking his expression, as she eased the huge vehicle into a tight parking bay and shut down the engine BABE? Honey Rob could understand here it was used like 'pet' was at home, but babe? Even if being called 'babe' was a little humiliating Rob was not going to complain. He was in good company and after five weeks away he had been feeling the first real pangs of loneliness. Leaning back stretching herself, Zim grinned and said. "I guess we'd better hit the gas station before it gets picked bare. I need some smokes and I guess some food would be a good idea." "Sounds good." Rob nodded happy to do what ever she wanted, if it meant spending time with her. Sure in terms of conventional beauty Zim was ugly and she did not help herself. Her coarse jet black hair was worn cropped short around a face, dominated by a beak of a nose. Her jaw was mannishly square and except for a pair of almost indeterminable breasts Zim's body was equally masculine. At over six feet tall and 200lbs it was no wonder that it took Rob an hour to peg her as female. Since he was often mistaken for a girl he knew how embarrassing it was, and guessed that she had probably experienced similar confusions. The layover gas station and shop was similar to any on a British road only larger and sold the same sort of things. Insisting that he paid in return for the lift and the offer of a place to sleep, Rob happily trotted round beside her, unaware that they were giving the impression that they were a couple. Zim was however! So much so she had to stifle a gasp of pleasure when she caught sight of their reflection in an anti theft mirror. With a beardless face and long lose hair, wearing figure hiding cotton pants and a baggy sweatshirt trotting beside her increasingly masculinised body, Rob could almost have been her girl! With out realising it Rob only added to the impression when he muttered, "Dam no hair bobbles." The only hair accessories were sealed in a teenage girls vanity set. "Sorry babe?" Zim asked jerking her attention from her daydream and tossing a four pack of soda in the basket over Rob's arm. "I snapped my last hair band this morning and all they have is." He tapped the set. "Its only fifteen bucks," Zim shrugged picking up the set and after a glance dropped it in the basket laughing. "You'll look cute with pink hair slides honey." "Bit girlie though," Rob hesitantly pointed out. "Yeah," Zim grinned, failing to hold her tongue as she added, "But I don't mind." "Thanks Zim." Rob joked, "I get mistaken for a girl easy enough as it is." "Don't knock it babe," Zim laughed confidently. "If I hadn't thought you were one, I wouldn't have pulled over." Before Rob could come up with an answer she said, more to calm herself than anything else. "Come on, let's grab a couple of burgers I'm starving." "Not going to try your hair set honey?" Zim teased after she had demolished her burger. "May be later." Rob hedged, holding up the burger he was still munching. "May I then?" Zim asked with a grin as she popped open the blister pack before he could answer. From the moment he had pointed out the set Zim wanted to see the pink sparkling Alice band decorating his hair and lifting it from the packaging said firmly. "Sit still honey," and hooked his hair back with it. Shocked at the intimacy of her hands on his head Rob remained still and felt the band slip into place. "Now that's dammed cute!" Zim said grinning at him with delight. Her smile was enough to chase the embarrassment away, and Rob almost eagerly asked, "Do you think so?" "Hell yeah!" She crowed, "What else we got in here." A second later her eyes lit upon a pair of matching glittery pink clip on earrings. Chortling with glee it never occurred to Zim to consider Rob's feelings as she clipped them in his ears and said sat back to drink in his appearance, "Now honey that's an improvement!" "Oh god!" Rob gasped looking at his reflection in the sets compact. With his hair held back by the pink band and matching rings in his ears he looked sickeningly girlie! "Like it?" Zim asked with delighted expression. Unsure of how he felt, Rob could not say no to her and hesitantly nodded, unaware that his blushing nod was given a demure edge by the unflinchingly girlie girl decorations he was wearing. Sensing Rob's discomfort Zim glanced at the dashboard clock and said, "Want to watch some TV?" Half an hour later sat beside her in the cramped space behind the seats laughing at the Simpson's Zim could tell Rob had forgotten about his feminine accessories even if she had not. Being nearly half a foot taller whenever she looked at him the glittering pink plastic band decorating his hair seemed to jump out at her. Trying to sit separately turned out to be impossible, and after putting up with the discomfort for fifteen minutes or so, Zim said firmly. "This is no dammed good, come here?" Shifting round to sit in her usual diagonal position, Zim pulled Rob into the crook of her arm and relaxed back with his head resting on her shoulder. "Mmmm!" Zim rumbled, momentarily hugging him to her. "That more comfortable babe?" "Erm yes." Rob croaked in a startled tone. Nestled so close to her huge body having briefly felt the power of her encircling arm made him feel small and weak in comparison. Although he had often been mistaken for a girl, held in Zim's arm he felt like one, and weirdly he found it was oddly comfortable. Later laid in his sleeping bag listing to Zim snoring Rob wondered what the hell he was doing... Why on god's earth had he let her put the bloody earrings and Alice band on him? Then to make things even worse he had forgotten all about them until he saw his reflection in the mirror when she escorted him to the toilet before they crashed out. Zim had to have been aware of them all the time and Rob knew he should have thrown a fit or at least made some complaint about not reminding him. With questions bouncing round his skull Rob was unable to sleep on the uncomfortable (as a bed) front seats. Was he falling for her? Was the feeling reciprocated? And if it was where did that leave him? He hardly knew her and worryingly since he kind of fancied her, he suspected she might be a female to male TS and if so what did it make him... Zim it was clear from the outset did not do mornings! Beyond grunting, "Morning babe," as she crawled past his sleeping bag contained form. "I got go piss." Even after a cup of strong highway coffee Zim was mostly silent and uncommunicative until they had been on the road for an hour or so. Grunting disparagingly at the news Zim slowly livened up until she was talking animatedly with tales and snippets of local information as they rode south. Telling him how often the weather closed the pass the truck was slowly climbing she said out of the blue. "Awwa babe! You didn't put your Alice band in..." "Used a bobble," Rob said shifting his head so she could see the pink bow holding his hair back. "And the earrings?" Zim joked. "When I took them off last my ears hurt," Rob said. "Awwa!" Zim said, "But I think they are cute?" "I'm not sure I want to look cute," Rob laughed. "Not even for me?" Zim teased tickling the underside of his jaw, "Because I like you looking cute for me." "You do," Rob half sighed lost in the feeling of her rough blunt fingertips teasing his neck. "Hell yeah," Zim said, asking firmly, "So you going to put them back where they belong babe." "If you want me to I guess?" Rob laughed ignoring the voice in his head telling him this was a mistake as he slipped the pink clip on rings in to his ears. "And the Alice band," Zim snickered. "If I must." Zim nodded firmly and blushing brightly Rob pulled the bobble free, and after brushing his in need of washing hair replaced the Alice band. "Much better!" Zim said planting her meaty hand on his thigh, and gear changes aside keeping it there for the rest of the day. "Ever wanted to visit Texas?" Zim offered, a little later as they started to descend the other side of the pass. "Because that's where I'm bound, and if you want a ride all the way I'd not be complaining." Not wanting to sound overly eager Rob said "Texas?" as if he was mulling over the suggestion. "I'd love to but only if I'm not going to be an imposition." "I wouldn't call you an imposition babe!" Zim smirked, "And hell I've kind of got used to you decorating the cab." "I'd like that Zim, thank you." Rob nodded again ignoring the warning bells in his head. Ever since they met 30 hours earlier Zim's behaviour towards him had become increasingly more masculine and proprietary, and although he could not consciously admit it, he rather liked how it made him feel. Feeling himself colouring up a little, Rob tried to joke, "Although god know what my back will make of another couple of nights on the front seats..." Zim seized on his words before she could bite her tongue, "There's always space for a cute lil' honey like you in my bunk babe!" Why had she said that? Zim asked herself feeling a faint blush blooming that only stayed off her face when a half-wit in a pick-up made her stamp on the brakes and start swearing before feeling embarrassed about her parade ground language and saying. "Sorry honey!" Laughing that he had heard worse, Rob asked how far they were going today? "Somewhere North of Pueblo," Zim said, asking Rob to light her a smoke. Three hours later and well after six Zim pulled into what she called, an Oasis, it was basically a bigger and glitzier version of a UK motorway service station. After a visit to the loo, Rob helped sort the bunk and square the rig away for the night before Zim grinned. "Lets get you in the shower." She nodded at his pack, "You got any clean clothes in there, babe?" Rob shook his head knowing that all his pack contained was six days worth of dirty washing and a bad smell! "Well I can lend you a tee-shit to sleep in, but-" A wild idea filled her mind. "I guess while you're in the shower I can always take a look in the store..." "I looked earlier when we arrived." Rob blushed recalling that the only clothing he saw in the store window was tee shirts, locally produced leather wear and oddly swimsuits... "I'll take another look anyhow." Zim decided pulling out her wash bag and slipping Rob's hair accessories set inside. With her brain full wild ideas Zim laughed with a confidence she did not truly feel, "Come along honey lets get cleaned up before we settle for the evening." "Kay," Rob said hopping out of the truck beside her, blushing brightly the moment his feet hit the ground. He was still wearing the Alice band and earrings "Leave them!" Zim said, as Rob reached for them. Although no trace of showed on her face Zim expected him to refuse and when it did not materialise for a moment she did not know what to do! A straight 'no' from him would have likely have ended Zim's faltering attempt at feminising him, and forcing her confusion aside she guided him back to the complex. "Two for the showers." She said gruffly, keeping herself between Rob and the guy in the shop. She was highly conscious of his trembling body cradled beside her and it added a strange sexually arousing edge to her feelings of protective concern. Swapping a joke with the guy as she paid and led Rob back out. Grinning down at him she stifled a gasp. The way his wide fear filled, yet trusting eyes looked up at her sent a wave of hungry desire running through her, and she just had to kiss him! It was the first time she had kissed anyone with real intent in years, and her heart exploded when she felt his surrender in her arms. Noticing the guy behind the counter watching through the window, Zim half blushed suddenly worrying that the guy might think they were a gay couple, and growled, "Come on babe, lets wash up." Kissing him had felt almost queer, but she knew from his reaction that Rob was attracted to her, as much as she was to him! For the first time since she started on the program Zim wondered if she had made the right decision... Having been on the meds for six months Zim knew that fairly soon her body was going to really start showing the physiological changes she desired. Yet in the day or so she had spent with Rob her feelings towards him had taken a one-eighty and she had to consider how he was going to react when the changes really happened. She knew from what the Doc had said, and how her body hair and skin texture was changing that her voice would break and be quickly followed by beard growth sprouting on her face. The impulse to get to Rob to buy the girlie accessories had been a spur of the moment joke, but having see how easily he passed as she ambled round the shop looking for something other than trucker's overalls or crappy jogging bottoms she kept coming back to the women's clothing booth. She couldn't could she? Zim asked herself as she flicked though the garments. Thinking about Rob's acquiescent nature, blushing giggles and reactions to her kiss suddenly combined to convince Zim that he was her male opposite. Oblivious to pretty much everything as the concept exploded in her head Zim did not realise what she was buying for him until she had paid for a bikini, a two pack of girlie pink shorty tee- shirts, buckskin miniskirt, two pack pantyhose and a pair of sandals. "Lemme guess your girl's twining about not having anything clean?" The guy behind the counter gave Zim a sympathetic man-to-man leer. Zim nodded and grunted. For the first time in her life she suddenly felt a strange sensation of embarrassment about buying women's clothing! The guy snorted, "Cute lil thing had that pissed off 'I need to wash my hair' look on her face when you came in earlier, and I said to myself, when a saw that lip smacker she gave you outside that you'd likely be back in with a shopping list." Zim shrugged. "If the skirt don't fit, tell her to bring it back in bro, the booths open 'till midnight." The guy smiled putting Zim's discomfort down to bloke nerves about filling his woman's shopping list and lecherously winked. "And if it doesn't, bring her in anyway huh?" The guy's comment sent a blast of fury coursing through Zim's body, and only her iron restraint halted her fist ramming his teeth down his throat! Rob was hers! One of the first things she had noticed after she had started on the medication was an increased level of aggression, it was controllable but the first time she had felt that rush of pure fury Zim had been shocked! Zim gave the guy a chilly look and felt a rush of gratification that overwhelmed her fury when he held up his hands and said fearfully. "Only joking buddy..." "Huh! Zim growled unwilling to trust her tone but it was not anger she now felt, but the joy! Not only did she get a hell of a buzz from intimidating a genetic guy, but he had also seen her kiss Rob and it was clear that instead of the gay couple she had feared he just assumed that Rob was Zim's in need of a shower girlfriend! Her almost heady delight lasted until she was back in the fresh air and reality hit her. She had just spent $150 buying a buckskin skirt and a bikini for a guy she had picked up on the road! Finding a wall Zim nervously lit a Marlboro wondering how on earth she was going to explain it to Rob. There was no way she could let him go anywhere near the shop, unless he was wearing the dammed skirt and she felt sure that the guy would now be watching for their return... What had she done? "Mind you," she grinned at herself, "Perhaps I don't have to..." Rob had allowed her to put the Alice band and earrings on him, and then left them on when she told him to? Could she just tell him to do it? Muttering, "Ah fuck it!" Zim stamped out her smoke and strolled back round to the showers undecided. The other three showers were now empty, and knowing it was now or never Zim brayed on the door calling. "You decent honey?" "Almost," Rob said, sticking his head out of a shower door, asking, "Did they have anything?" "Yeah," Zim said forcing her voice to remain level as she slipped in the door. "Here?" handing him the bag. "Zim!" Rob gasped looking at the contents. "I can't wear this?" He held up the buckskin skirt. "Why not?" Zim said. "You wore your Alice band and earrings didn't you? Now quit your winging and get dressed!" "But?" He groaned. "You ungrateful bitch its all they had!" Zim growled feeling a surge of anger at his lack of appreciation. "I've bought you some clean clothes, I'm providing you with a ride and bed! The fucking least you can do is say thank you, and help us get out of here with out making fools out of ourselves! Or would you rather I climbed back into my rig and fucked off?" For a moment their eyes met in a clash of wills and then to Zim's delight Rob abruptly acquiesced and whispering blushing bright red. "All right..." Growling angrily, "Right then, get your ass dressed we don't have all night," and spinning on her heel Zim stomped into the shower. Needing a blast of cold water to hide the triumphant grin at breaking Rob's resistance she quickly stripped off and stepped under the running water. Her body was hairier than he imagined a woman's body would be, and shocked at her sudden nakedness, Rob blushed casting his eyes away. Behind him he could hear her showering, and scared of the anger he had seen in her eyes he looked at the clothes apprehensively. He could not wear them and go out dressed like she wanted could he. All his life he had been ashamed of how easily he was mistaken for a girl and he knew he should refuse, so why was he slipping the briefs up his legs? Intensely aware of Zim watching from under the stream of water Rob's hands were shaking like mad as he slipped his arms into the straps of the bikini top and fiddled the S clip into place. "Good!" Zim growled, "You look better already! Now the rest!" God did she feel turned on making him dress girlie gave her a buzz of pure pleasure that made her crave more! Grinning brightly, she added warningly as he examined the pantyhose. "If you put a run in them I'll make you buy another pair!" With a deliciously sexy look of shocked submission on his face as Zim watched him carefully roll the thin dark nylon up his legs. Looking at her apprehensively he whispered, "Zim I'm not like you..." "Are you sure of that babe?" Zim thinly smiled. "Because if that's the case then why did you leave on your pretty Alice band, and earrings?" "But?" Rob muttered reaching the moment of truth and actually having to put on the skirt. "But what?" Zim asked, grinning at him with none of the fury she had been showing. "You asked me to." "And now I'm asking you to look even prettier for me." Zim laughed shutting of the shower and stepping out. "And anyway it's only until you get to a launderette?" Normally she hated showing off her hard and noticeably hairy body, but in front of Rob, she enjoyed flaunting her nakedness as she vigorously towelled dry. God Rob blushed! Why women complained about having to wear tights was beyond him. They felt wonderful! Feeling hyper turned on and shit scared of what she might do if he refused Rob slowly drew the buckskin leather up his legs. The skirt felt dammed strange on his bum and thighs as he clipped it about his waist and zipped it up. May be it was simply because it felt so unusual but once he had the skirt on Rob could not stop looking at his reflection. If it was not for his flat chest under the bikini top, wearing the skirt he really did look like a girl? Gazing at himself with expression of mute horror, and embarrassed half pleasure, it was clear in the mirror that his few female friends had been right... He was to pretty to be a boy! "Looks like your friends were right." Zim smirked touching her almost none existent breasts and adding, "Pity I cannot give you these?" Rob vaguely recalled telling her about being teased at school and university but still lost for words he half nodded wondering what he would look like with a pair of tits? He soon found out because with a grin Zim said. "But a little ingenuity can help you there?" Passing him a loo roll Zim said, "Pack your bikini out with tissue babe. Under a clean tee, it will do to get you back to my rig." "Oh god!" Rob muttered feeling both excited and scared as he filled the cups. "He's on my side to today babe!" Zim laughed, reaching for her Mach 3 and shaving foam. Although Zim did not really need to shave yet she had read that the action of shaving would stimulate growth and even if it did not, the ritual of shaving felt right in a way moisturising and cleansing never did! It was also the perfect way for Zim to put the final nail in the coffin of Rob's ignorance of her transgendered status. With her face covered in foam, Zim finally read Rob's eyes and said with a guilty grin. "Relax honey, I'm not going to let anyone hurt or make a spectacle of you. I want us both to get through this with out getting laughed at for being a couple of fags. Just smile, play along and you'll see it will all be fine okay?" Rob fearfully nodded, whispering. "Promise?" "Promise!" Zim grinned, looking a little comical with a Santa beard of foam. It was not much but to Zim it was a huge leap in the right direction when she did not have to tell Rob to put on a pink tee shirt that matched his earrings and Alice band. Hanging her wash bag, handbag like over Robs shoulder and unlocking the door she joked as she led him white-faced from the shower, "I'm minded to make a deal with you babe?" "And that is?" Rob whispered aware that the artificial chest under his tee shirt was attracting one or two alarmingly provocative looks from passers by. "When I've worked it out myself I'll tell you?" Zim grinned. It felt both awful and oddly gratifying, seeing 'Phwoorh' was written large in the eyes of the guy waiting for the shower when he walked out. Rob felt humiliated as the eyes seemed to mentally undress him and it only got worse as Zim nodded to the other truckers they saw. Yet in with his terror there was something kind comforting about feeling so vulnerable when he felt Zim's proprietary 'this is mine' arm around his skirted waist. Adoring the heady feeling of success Zim whispered nodding at a well- endowed passing woman, "I'd just love to see you jiggling like that babe!" Rob blushed, unable to decide if her words made things more humiliating or exciting. It was clear that Zim was in no rush to get back, and resigned to his fate he compliantly let her lead him back though the central concourse of the complex. The place was busy, and being surrounded by so many people in a hurry, made Rob all the more dependant of Zim for protection. Strangely if he had been able to really look at the expressions, he would have seen that the lack of reaction effectively demonstrated that he did not look foolish. With each step Zim could feel the tension slowly ebbing from the apprehensive body beside her, and although she had no intention of taking Rob into any of the shops she could not resist parading Rob before the general store attendant. She knew she did not dare let the guy see too much of Rob because even though he looked the part, he was giving off all sorts of sub vocal masculine indicators. Having studied male behaviour carefully to her they were obvious but she also recognised that demonstrating to Rob that he looked convincing out weighed the risk. Whispering, "Make sure you smile," Zim led him over to the magazine racks saying loudly enough to be heard from the counter. "Told you I could not see it honey?" Adding a little macho exasperation into her tone as she grumbled, "Now what do you want instead?" Boxed in by her comment and bricking himself when he saw the look in the store guys face via the mirror Rob pulled a celebrity magazine at random from the rack and glanced hopefully at his more usual faire. Zim saw his look and shook her head pointing to Playgirl, with an expression that did not need her to tell him, "Do as I want or I'll make you buy a copy of Playgirl as well." Rob did as he was told meekly accompanying Zim to the counter. The guy's eyes made him blush as Rob forced himself to smile when the leering creep said, "You look mighty pretty in the skirt. What's your name honey?" "Alice," Zim interjected bristling with testosterone as she handed over the money. "She's called Alice." Rob blushed seeing the guy leering at the faux boobs under his tee shirt as he said, "Well hello Alice." As much as Rob hated to admit it even to him self, the feel of Zim body pumping protectively up beside him gave him a guilty thrill of pleasure- it felt oddly nice to be protected. "Alice?" Rob whispered as the exited the shop. Grinning Zim kissed Rob's head and said with an affectionate hug, "It seemed appropriate, because when I look at you babe I feel like I'm in wonderland!" What she was forcing him into might have been nightmarish and humiliating but weirdly he also felt astonishingly safe and protected. Somehow he knew that Zim would kick three bells of shit out of anyone who treated him wrongly Rob could see it in the way she looked at him, and hear it in the affection in her tone... He had never felt an emotional connected to anyone before, and although his gender appearance scared him it was mixed with a bizarre sense of charged erotic satisfaction every time he saw Zim's delight at his feminine image. Preoccupied with strange new feelings Rob was distracted from the intense awareness of having a skirt caressing his nylon covered thighs or wearing glittery sandals that flip/flopped in time with his steps. Zim was high as a kite when they were back in her truck, and had to fight to quell a crazy desire to drag him back to one of the diners dressed as he was. She knew Rob was not ready for that... yet! Instead before she did anything-stupid Zim told 'Alice' to sort the bunk and jumped back out. Grinning with undisguised delight she swaggered over to the takeaway feeling an intense buzz of masculinity. Watching from the truck Rob could almost hear the clicking of spurs as Zim strolled away. Her hips had that manly roll as if she was swinging her non-existent cock from side to side as she walked. The contrast when he looked down and saw 'his' nylon-covered legs appearing from under the short tight skirt of soft brown leather and his feet in pink- strapped sandals? What on earth was happening to him? He was a boy for god's sake, and boys do not wear skirts! "It doses feel nice though." The guilty admission surfaced in Rob's brain with the realisation that looking down over his boobs and seeing his feminine looking legs was turning him on! He could not be getting to like this could he? Ashamed that he could think such a thing Rob felt near to tears when the driver of the truck that parked next to Zim's winked and blew him as kiss as he jumped out. "What's up?" Zim said reading Rob's upset expression when she got back with a couple of burgers, and a milk shake for him. "The guy in the next truck blew me a kiss?" Rob said. "And?" Zim smirked, "What's so wrong with that honey. You look dammed pretty. Shit any red-blooded man will likely think the same... Take it as a complement. Here! Eat!" She passed him a burger. "Compliment?" Rob sniffed. "Yeah." Zim grinned, "It means we're not being taken a couple of fags!" Zim knew she had scored with that comment, as Rob blushed and buried his face in his burger. Joking about the rest of the journey being done on good fast roads, Zim mentioned that if everything went well they should make the delivery on schedule. Keeping her conversation on the mundane, Zim slowly re- established the light jocular atmosphere between them. After a long days travel Rob soon dozed off cradled in Zim's arm as she watched the TV, and gazing down at him she wondered just what he would look like if she pumped him as full of female hormones as she was with male. The idea sent another shiver of unfamiliar sexual desire through her with an intensity that was totally different to the sensation she had felt when her body was still chemically female. The thought of taking him sexually as a man sent her hand for the first time in years scuttling into her pants and groaning lightly Zim felt her head fill with powerful erotic images. For a split second she could almost understand what made a man decide to rape! Suddenly ashamed of her thoughts Zim pulled her hand away, and forced the images in her head aside. She needed a plan, and a modicum of agreement from her intended. Zim had no qualms about pushing but her military instilled sense of honour meant she would only push so far. Although never a fan or a follower of female fashion, Zim had spent 32 years as a woman and gazing at Rob she carefully itemised what was needed. Nodding to herself she altered her intended route slightly to layover the following evening at a truckers town south of Santa Fe. Considering 'Alice' with the same intensity she had given to supply route planning in the Army Zim set her agile mind to the problem and by the time she roused him enough to get him in the bunk and wearing a long baggy tee shirt as a nightie, she had it mostly worked out. Hearing Rob's steady sleeping breathing she kissed him on the head and slipped out of the truck. Swaggering over to the can, she smoked as last cigarette, before joining him wearing a pair of boxer shorts. "Mummm!" Rob murmured rubbing against her, as she wrapped an arm over him and pulled him close. The sound of his appreciative comfort sent another shiver of desire through her catalysing a semi sleepless night filled with unusually erotic dreams. Considering how unreal the day had been, Rob went to out like a light bulb and slept deeply enough that they were a sixty miles south of where they had spent the night when he awoke to the sensation and sound of motion. "Mmmmm!" Rob murmured stretching and blinking as he sat up on the bunk. "Mornin' babe!" Zim drawled from behind the wheel, "Boy do you know how to sleep, but you got perfect timing. We're about ten minutes from where I was going to stop for breakfast." "Morning." He mumbled, abruptly recalling the previous evening when he felt the bikini top under his nightshirt and saw the buckskin mini skirt on the floor. Looking around Rob felt a shiver of worry when he saw his rucksack was nowhere to be found as he clambered from the bunk space into the cab. As she promised Zim pulled over and while Rob was dressing fetched breakfast, but that was not all she returned with. "So?" She said handing Rob his bacon roll. "Did you sleep on our deal?" "Deal?" Rob said "Yeah, about riding down to Texas and back with me?" The solution to the problem had formed during the night, and it was a beauty! "Oh," Rob nodded, taking a sip of milk to clear his mouth. "Yes I'd like that please?" "Well you're going to have to look the part?" Zim said with a smile. "Part?" Rob looked at her confused. "Yeah I don't look much like a girl truck driver any more, and it was pretty clear last night babe that you weren't keen on the idea of us being viewed as a couple a queers right?" Rob nodded. "So how's about you staying as Alice?" "Sorry?" Rob said still not fully awake. "Look," She said over her coffee. "I fancy the ass off you and it shows. We've got away with it so far more by luck than anything else, but that won't last and I sure as hell don't want my road buddy's thinking I've turned into some steroid crazed ass bandit, do you?" "God no?" Rob breathed. "So we agree then?" Zim said. Rob nodded. "Right," She grinned delighted at how easy it had been, "You better start getting it into your pretty little head that for the next couple of days or so that you're my girlfriend Alice." Reaching into her pocket she held out a tube of lipstick and a mascara wand, "And you'll be needing these." A half hour later when they rolled back on to the highway Rob was sat besides Zim feeling shell-shocked. How on earth had he agreed to this... He vaguely recalled chatting with Zim about coming back north to see the Dinosaur Monument before he crashed out, but staying as Alice? Glancing at Zim, he felt a the lure of mixed up desires tainting his reasoning and then he saw his reflection... There was something attractively naughty mixed in with his embarrassment as he regarded his red painted lips and mascara coated eyes. Zim gave Rob a good hour to digest what they had agreed before joking. "Just as well you don't need to shave honey, otherwise we'd have never got away with last night!" Hearing the humour Rob laughed, "There is that yes." The humorous chatter drove away the uncomfortable embarrassed air that had hung between then since Zim had announced that the solution to her transgendered situation was for him to become her opposite! Keeping the conversation mostly on the history of route, and occasionally suggesting possible improvements for his 'feminine image' Zim kept the conversation going through out the day. Little by little she chipped away at his masculine insecurities, and it gave her a giddy buzz of pleasure when Rob unclipped his pink earrings and said rubbing his earlobes, "Any chance of being able to wear more comfortable earrings?" "Sure we'll get you some in town." She grinned. Feeling her pleased squeeze of his skirted thigh, Rob added with a blush of embarrassed acceptance. "And if I'm going to stay as Alice for a while I guess I better see about shaving my legs and the like?" "We'll pick up some girlie shaving gear as well, and you can do them in the morning babe." After a ten-hour day 600-mile day, Zim halted her truck and said. "Shit honey that's was a long dammed haul! Lets eat I'm staved. More than hungry Rob eagerly hopped out of the tuck, and was half way over the parking lot before he realised what he was doing and how he was dressed. At that point he just hid beside Zim! The town was busy, all the shops were open and people milled about everywhere. Taking her time she led Rob into her favourite bar/grill in town. It felt right to slip her arm over his shoulder, and feel his thin arm in turn circle her waist. Zim shivered feeling the slender body besides her feeding her growing masculinity. She liked the feeling of ownership and started to understand masculine possessiveness as she felt Rob's reaction to the admiring eyes his trim body was drawing. "A burger and a beer for me." Zim demanded in the bar/grill, "And a diet coke and chicken salad for Alice." "Diet coke?" Rob whispered as the barman fetched their drinks. "All I could think of honey." Zim laughed, "I didn't think you'd be keen on showing ID?" "God no!" Rob blanched at the thought. "Right so shut up, look pretty and if anyone asks you're called Alice and you're my girl!" Zim waited until after they had got their drinks before adding with a sly wink, "You are my girl aren't you?" Thankfully the dim lighting hid Rob's blazing face as he nodded and whispered, "Yes Zim, I'm your girl." "Good!" She grinned, "Because that's how I want you!" Sitting in the bar was a surreal experience for Rob, a part of him wanted to run screaming from the place, while the other wanted to jump on to Zim knee and behave like the girls he could see flirting with men in the bar. Zim however was content to have him beside her. It gave her a thrill to know the cutie being admired besides her was really a he, and she enjoyed that as much as the two beers she allowed her self when running cargo. Leaving the bar around nine Rob was surprised to see the town was still in full swing. Almost every shop was still open, and he quietly remarked to Zim as they walked up Main Street that it was like a Saturday afternoon at home. "That's because the truckers are the base of the local economy. It makes sense if your customers are on the road all day to have your main opening hours late evening. Most places here stay open until midnight or so." "Never thought of it that way." Rob nodded, realising that she was leading him away from the truck and asking. "Where we going?" "You've been good honey," Zim grinned, "So I thought I'd get you more a couple of pairs of more comfortable earrings, and we need to get you some shaving stuff." Adding when Rob again caught his flip-flops caught the kerb making him trip, "And a pair of shoes?" "No you're joking." Rob whispered when he saw she had led him into a manicure cum ear piercing booth in the 'shop' end of town. "Nope!" Zim smiled, "I promised you comfortable earrings, and you said yes. So you are going to ask the nice lady to pierce your ears twice in each lobe." Seeing the prevarication in Rob's face Zim said as the woman walked up "I'm treating my girlfriend here to earrings?" "Fine," the woman laughed, "Come on in honey and take a seat." Chattering away as she sat Rob in a chair she exclaimed, "I've got just the polish to match your adorable hair band honey." Boxed in Rob could only force a smile on his face and shyly say, "Thank you Ma'am?" "Are you English?" The woman asked. "Now what's it to be?" "Erm I'd like my ears pierced please?" Rob said feeling like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. "I know that dear." The woman laughed misreading his nerves for fear and adding kindly. "Relax sugar it doesn't hurt, now how many would you like?" "She was talking about doubles earlier?" Zim added helpfully, handing the woman a couple of bills as she told Rob, "I'll be back in a few minutes honey." Clucking like a hen the woman did not let Rob get a word in edgewise as she told him how one of her brothers had married and English girl, and lived in London. As she promised the holes for the four sleepers in his ears did not hurt and he had to admit there was a strangely compelling aspect to it all. So much so that when she said, "He's not back yet honey, want me to do your nails?" Rob just nodded and watched in amazement as she fitted extensions onto his nails. Gasping silently when he saw how they totally altered the appearance of his hands. "Want the bottle of polish honey?" The woman offered, "Its only nine bucks an' you'll never know when you might need to fix a chip?" Rob could not stop himself nodding saying, please as he studied his pink tipped hands. The sight and smell of the varnish and glues she used, combined with the erotic feeling of metal hanging in his ears made Rob thanks genuine. It might have scared the shit out him when he thought about where remaining with Zim might lead but he could not deny that letting her transform him into a girl was turning out to be a real turn on and the most fun he had ever had. "Ready Alice?" Zim said when she returned clutching a couple of shopping bags and a shoebox. "Yes." Rob nodded still looking at his hands with alarmed delight. It was rather scary as it sunk in that he was stuck with girls nails for the next two weeks or so, but before he could get to worked up about it Zim wrapped her arm round his shoulder and out into the mini mall. "Here," She said handing him the shoebox and a small bottle of perfume. Nodding at the restroom she patted his ass and said, "Go slip these on." From one of the bags she also produced a shoulder bag and said hanging it over his shoulder. "I put your wallet and contents of your pockets in your handbag along with a your vanity set honey." Rob was not listening as he examined the shoes she had got him. They were simple ladies shoes with broad high heels, how on god's earth would he walk in them! "They are only three inch," Zim cheerfully told him, "Get them on and I'll let you buy me a coffee before bed." Settling down on a bench Zim left Rob with little option but to do as she wanted and slipping 50cents into the turnstile entered a sparking clean and bright toilet, that was a million miles from the scummy gents toilets he had used in the past. There was only one other occupant in the first stall, and slipping into one at the opposite end Rob relieved himself, before hesitantly slipping the shoes on. Whispering, "Whoa!" as his cantered forwards ankles almost sent him head first into the stall door Rob collected his balance and waited for the sound of the woman leaving before hesitantly tottering from the stall. Immediately noticing that heels made his gait more feminine, Rob watched in the mirror, as he had to take short swaying steps to the sinks. Washing his hands he somewhat reluctantly gave himself a squirt of the perfume, before taking a deep breath and walking out. The shoes were not as bad as he feared and hearing their clicking, and feeling 'his' handbag hanging over his shoulder Rob felt oddly grown up in a way that 23 years of living as a boy never had! All of a sudden he caught sight of his reflection in a shop window and seeing himself looking so feminine beside Zim in public gave him a heady erotic thrill! She looked so dammed handsome and he could see that they made a convincing looking couple as the returned to the truck via a Starbucks clone. "Not much space?" Rob joked as he hampered more than helped Zim lower the blinds. "Ha?" Zim joked adding, "Like I might get lucky?" "What like tonight..." Rob nervously laughed. His half joke was met with a sudden kiss that left Robs knees trembling when Zim broke the contact saying. "That depends on you honey." Blushing brightly Rob nodded, "Yes," and then blushing wildly whispered. "But I've never been with anyone before." "You're a virgin?" She exclaimed clearly thunderstruck. "Yes," He blushed all the more. "How on gods earth did that happen?" "I guess I was too shy and more interested in stars and maths." Blushing, Rob tried to joke, "Not now though." With a big grin of astonished delight Zim laughed, "Is that so, because I've always hankered after training someone from day one to fill," her thick eyebrows rose, "My needs." "Want one with a 'cute' English accent?" Rob whispered unable to look her in the eye. "Hell yeah!" She exclaimed, "Now come here and gimme another kiss babe." Taking her time and enjoying every minute Zim kissed and caressed Rob as she stripped him of his clothes exclaiming, "Hell you're pretty," slipping a camisole nightdress over Rob's unresisting body. "Am I?" He breathed, feeling electric shocks running through his body as the satin nightdress drifted down his body. Jesus! He breathed, the satin felt nice, almost as nice as Zim's lips on his shoulders. Lost on a tide of lust Rob forgot about his fears of living as Alice as Zim introduced him to sensations he had never experienced. "Just this once," She whispered slipping him inside her, "So I can claim your maidenhead!" "Oh... Oh... My god!" Rob gasped as his virgin cock was encased in a warm velvety nest, "Yesssss!" "Feel good honey..." Zim gasped pumping her hips... She might have allowed him to enter her but be dammed if he was going to be on top! "Oh fuck me... Yesss!" Ron moaned as Zim increased the intensity of her thrusting body... Later in the post orgasmic haze when Zim demanded he cleaned her up, the grossness of the act was tempered by a queerly compelling desire to obey her every word. "You gonna be my babe honey?" Zim breathed, "My Alice..." stroking his hair as he dozed sated in her arms when it was over. Murmuring, "I'll be what ever you want..." Rob fell asleep unaware that the warm cocoon of sexual satisfaction surrounding him had intrinsically linked sexual pleasure to performance in a 'feminine' roll. With out realising it by sexually satisfying Rob, Zim had insured that 'Alice' would make up a significant part of Rob's psychology until the day he died. Dreaming about having him on their wedding night Zim awoke the next morning full of vim and vigour. She was also filled with a burning feeling of frustration about not examining a catalogue of transsexual products that she had at home more carefully, because the items she had ignored before took on a new dimension now that she was shopping for two! "Mornin' honey." She breathed into his ear licking the new piercing's with a shiver of joy. There was a feeling of completeness in her life when she awakened with her nose full of the perfumed scent from the satin clad genetically male body cradled in her arms. "Mmmm morning." Rob mumbled in that delightfully rolling thick rural English accent she adored. Breaking from her arms and sitting up yawning he looked at Zim wide eyed and then blushed brightly giggling, "We didn't?" "Sure did honey... And I sure as hell hope Alice, it was as good for you as it was for me." Zim smirked, making up her mind that he would look lovely with burgundy hair. "Because I just loved banging that sweet clitty you've in your panties and your sweet lips sucking me off!" Rob could not answer her vulgarity and blushed bright red.... He felt a little ashamed about how much he had enjoyed, and prolonged the initially gross act that had ended their lovemaking. "And after all that," Zim continued rolling out of the bunk. "I don't know about you honey but I'm starved." Chivvying Rob off the bunk by pulling the blanket back she rattled off instructions folding his skirt into a shopping bag, followed by a towel, his wash bag. Tossing him his polar jacket Zim had Rob stood beside her in the still silent parking lot before he quite woke up. Feeling rather vulnerable wearing just his nightdress, flip-flops and polar jacket he apprehensively accompanied Zim to the shower block. Carrying his handbag, wash kit and clothing Rob did not need Zim's whispered reminder, "Use the women's side honey, and don't forget to do your arms and legs," as they approached the block. He was intensely aware of how he appeared, and the fun filled confidence he had started to feel in town the night before had deserted him totally, but what could he do? Nothing was the answer and with his nails, Rob was completely in Zim's hands until his pink talons broke or snapped off. Terrified about what he had to do, Rob felt a little sick when Zim said with a kiss as they reached the entrance. "You'll be longer than me, I'll be waiting in the diner." Giving his ass and affectionate slap, Zim pushed Rob gently towards the ladies and strolled confidently in to the gents. Rubbing her face she felt a rough prickle marring her upper lip and chin, which she took as a sign that Alice was just what she was looking for. Relishing the presence of something real to shave Zim's thoughts on shaving were the exact opposite of Robs in the shower next door. Needing three of the razors from the pack, Rob felt like a plucked hen as he dried off and smothered his body with the scented body lotion Zim told him to use. Having the shower to himself he examined his naked body and saw that with his nails and ears, having a hairless body really gave him a feminine look, even though his genitals said different. Suddenly liking his reflection Rob decided to paint his toes with the nail varnish he had bought the previous evening. Safe in the privacy of the stall, Rob reached for his clothing and discovered what Zim had got him the previous evening. A pink padded bra and matching panties to replace the bikini under a new sleeveless top and his buckskin mini. Busily drying his hair Rob almost jumped out of his skin, when a woman wearing her sleepwear under a jacket just like he had walked in carrying a wash bag. Giving him a sleepy smiled, "Sorry," for startling him she used the toilet and then went straight into the shower. Brushing out his hair, and replacing his mascara and lipstick, Rob half wondered if he was still sleeping and this was some surreal dream as he slid a new glittering hair band over his head. Giving his reflection a final check he heard the shower behind him shut off and hurried out before the woman reappeared. More anxious about having to talk to someone than the fear of being alone in public he was stood in the parking lot before he realised what he had done. While he had been in the shower block the park had woken up and there were people and traffic everywhere. Hyper aware of how he looked dressed Rob felt exposed and decidedly unsafe as Alice. Suddenly feeling very scared and alone he hurried towards the diner looking anxiously for Zim's familiar figure. Watching the performance from the diner's window Zim suppressed a chortle of triumph. Waving when she saw him at the door, Zim felt a warm buzz of glee run through her at the look of relief that bloomed in his eyes. "Coffee honey?" She offered holding up the pot and nodding at the empty cup. "Please..," Rob said slipping into the seat instinctively smoothing the skirt back as he did. Chattering about the news and play off scores Zim loved the look of blank incomprehension that bloomed on Rob's face when she commented on the NFL. Even better was the look that the waitress swapped with Rob when she brought them breakfast. Cereal and toast for Rob, while she had ham, eggs and hash browns. Enjoying the second exchanged looks between the waitress and 'Alice' when she was still yakking about the sports pages as the girl topped up their coffees and cleared the plates. Feeling decidedly pleased with herself Zim chortled quietly to Rob as they walked back to the truck. "You might only be a day or so old honey but I think we can assume you're already pretty dammed convincing..." She grinned, "In a cutely boyish sort of way." "Am I?" Rob smiled, "Good." At some point during breakfast his confidence about passing as Alice had returned once more and although he was still terrified, hell it was fun! Passing the state line in to Texas, Rob asked. "What next Zim?" "Well we should hit San Angelo and make the drop tonight. Load up with the return cargo in the morning, and then all the way back to Wyoming. Then honey, we are having a week off while my rig gets a full service. After that I'm contracted to run down to Vegas, then on to New Mexico, followed by Texas and then back the same way." "That's a lot of miles?" Rob said. "What are you carrying?" "I don't ask," Zim said, "I contract exclusively for Uncle Sam so I just check the federal seals and get my signatures." She shrugged, "It's not the best paid work, but I get a good fuel rebate, help with the insurance and access to military maintenance for my rig so it kind of evens out." Although Zim had said when she took his virginity, "Just this once," she repeatedly fucked him through out the return journey to Wyoming. Little by little the Alice personality was replacing the maths nerd in his head and with Zim constantly referring to him using feminine pronouns Rob was beginning to fade as he began to start thinking of himself in those terms and found he liked it. The near overwhelming fear of exposure and ridicule that froze him up so much at first was also fading allowing Alice to become more confident in public. The boxes of the mental checklist Zim drew up the first night she slept with Rob were getting ticked off, and she felt pretty confident that by the time Alice visited Vegas he should be ready to accept that 'she' needed to go on hormones one way or another. Since Zim knew that any mention of hormones or more permanent feminisation (Zim wanted his lips done) could potentially scare Rob off there were times when she felt like a war was being fought between her desires and her sense of honour. Her desire to have 'Alice' join her on hormones was overwhelming, and unable to fight it she decided that the expenditure of procuring a male to female course was worth it just in case he surprised her. "Where you going?" Rob asked as she stopped the truck in a large parking bay. "Got to pick my meds up," Zim said, hopping out of the truck. "I'd say come, but this place is a dump, and I'd rather someone stayed with the truck." "Okay," Rob said, content to read his magazine. "Will you bring me a coffee back honey?" "Sure babe," Zim said with a kiss as she slipped out of the rig and quickly purchased what she needed. The clerk did not blink an eyelid when along with her own meds Zim asked for a block one male to female course. Delighted with her success Zim strolled back to the truck with the meds tucked safely in her pocket clutching two coffees. It was time to begin phase two, and that needed them to be home and off the road for a week. She had to teach Alice some of the finer parts of feminine behaviour and make sure that she learned who was the boss! Having fought against the injustices of gender stereotyping all her life Zim strangely had a somewhat dated view of how she wanted 'her' women to behave. Already her mind was considering the possibilities of the first two nights lay over in Vegas at the end of the month... However before any of that she had to begin moulding 'Alice' into the sort of girl, Zim felt her new masculine gender deserved. That evening when they pulled over Zim made a bit of a fuss about taking her meds, and hoped it was the beginnings of envy she saw in Rob's eyes. Setting the pill on her tongue, Zim joked swallowing the last one, "Want one?" "Perhaps not?" Rob joked, "This is hard enough with out me trying to make my body in to a pocket Arnie... They are steroids you know?" "Yeah," Zim grinned, rolling her shoulders, "And they make me feel great?" "Risky though?" Rob said. "I'm under a doc," Zim said casually. Hoping that she was able to hide her apprehension about telling him her past. She clinically itemised the stages of her treatment from the day the Army shrink recommended she saw a gender identity specialist once she was discharged. Making no attempt to hide her cowardice she joked that it took her three and a half years to pluck up the courage to take up the shrinks suggestion before she finally went to see a specialist doc. "I crapped myself when I went first time," Zim said, "But after I got past my inhibitions and started to talk openly it really helped. Starting with my childhood over the monthly sessions he untangled my feelings, and got me to recognise that I was a transsexual. Any way's I've been on the hormones about six months and my voice is going to break any time soon." "Already is." Rob smiled, "Breaking I mean... and you're getting bristles." "And how do you feel about that honey?" Zim asked, finding herself asking the questions the shrink had asked her. "Apprehensive, and kind of turned on." Rob laughed, "I'm not sure I can explain what I'm feeling... Everything from delight for you to fearful envy." "Fearful?" Zim said, "You've nothing to be afraid of." "That you turn so masculine that I'm not enough of a girl for you." Rob admitted letting his greatest fear out. "Unless you get cold feet or freak, that won't happen," Zim grinned, "Trust me on that babe." "The way I'm feeling just now," Rob laughed, "I'm happy to be as girlie as you want me." "As I want?" Zim teased, running a hand over his nylon covered leg under his skirts hem. "Yeaaaah," Rob gasped as she teased higher. "So if I said I want a pretty, top heavy submissive girlie, what would you do honey..." She giggled, taunting his 'clitty' with her blunt fingertips. "If that's what you want me to be," Rob said arching his back and purring with pleasure. "Oh Yes." Zim felt her growl growing from her loins, "Get your sweet ass in the bunk bitch, it's time to earn your keep!" "Mmmm... Yes honey," Rob cooed astonished by how he was behaving! "You know babe," Zim said as they neared the return loads destination, "We got a problem." "What?" Rob asked in alarm, looking up from his magazine. "I cannot take you to the delivery. It's on base and you'd have to show ID." "Oh... Sugar!" Rob asked hesitantly. "Can you think of anywhere I can wait?" "There's a diner on the highway about half an hour from the drop," Zim said feeling a surge of apprehension. "Where you could wait but?" "Is it safe?" Rob said. "More than safe," Zim nervously laughed, "Although you'll likely find it a bit odd. A cousin of mine who I still speak to is the manager... and she knows about me." "Oh..," Rob said, "So she's bound to be curious..." "Yeah." Zim nodded, "And knowing Cat, curious is putting it mildly." Cat turned out to be short friendly-faced woman in her late thirties, and the moment Zim loomed in the doorway holding Rob's hand, her eyes lit up as she squealed dashing towards them. "Kenny!" Belatedly noticing Rob, she asked giving him a look of curiosity, "And who's this?" "This is Alice." Zim grunted walking up to the counter adding as she took a seat, "And we need a favour Cat." "What?" Cat asked smiling at Rob, who nodded and smiled back. "Can you keep an eye on Alice for me while I make my delivery at the base." Zim nodded as the waitress held up the coffee pot adding as Cat looked at her curiously. "Her ID won't stand up at the gate house." Rob blushed seeing both the waitress and Cat give him a measured look. He could see the question burning in their eyes and forced himself to say with a half smile, "Erm yes, if that's what's you are thinking?" "Make yourself comfy Alice," Cat said with a wide smile as she poured herself a coffee, "Now where the hell is that cute accent from honey?" "Northern England," Rob said hesitantly "Not got the time to stay Cat," Zim said after a gulp of coffee, "I'll be a couple of hours." "Okay cuz." Cat said, "I'm sure Alice and I will get on just fine." She had a look in her eye that told Rob he was about to face some seriously embarrassing questions! Giving Rob a quick kiss and an encouraging wink Zim said, "Back in a bit honey." Rob's suspicions about getting interrogated were not misplaced because with in seconds of the truck pulling away, Cat asked. "So Alice, how on earth did you hook up with him?" Telling mostly the truth Rob explained how he had got a hitch. Mentioning that he had questioned her gender, he felt unable to make Zim look like a bastard he gave Cat the impression that he was a crossdresser before they met. Having heard Zim's story of her emotionally confused childhood and the wrongness she felt in her adolescence it was easy enough to reverse a little of what she said. Cat was nodding and clearly liking what she was hearing as she told him how much