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From Best Friend to Girlfriend Part One By Jena Corso My name is John and this is a story about me and my best friend, Mark, and the things best friends will do for each other. To state it simply, Mark and I have been best friends for life. We meet as children and have gone to school together, played on teams together, and even worked at a few jobs together. We have gone through good times and bad times and through it all remained the best of friends. When I lost my job I even moved in with him, and he helped me through my toughest times emotionally and financially. This is what best friends are for. As best friends, one of our more favorite things to do is rip on each other, laugh at each other, and have a few friendly wagers. In the last few years, as we have seemingly matured into our mid twenties, our bets have been getting more and more elaborate. It is no longer enough to win, but it is almost a requirement to humiliate the other person while gaining as much personal satisfaction as possible. Unfortunately for me, I have been losing my bets lately and it has become extremely frustrating. I am "0" for the last three major bets this year. I've won a few minor ones, but the major championships are the ones that matter. Our deal is for major bet losses that you can abuse the loser publicly, and they must do anything you want. It has been a nightmare for me as Mark has gotten rougher and rougher with me. I started off the year by losing the Super bowl, the NBA finals, and then the Stanley Cup bets. When I lost the Super bowl bet, I had to wear a green tinker bell costume while marching in the St. Patrick's Day parade, then serve him drinks all night at a local bar while wearing it. When I lost the NBA finals, I found a cheerleaders costume for the winning team lying on my bed when I got home from work,, with a note saying "See you at bowling tonight and don't forget to stop and buy some pom-poms." And most recently, when I lost in the Stanley Cup finals, I had to have my body waxed, my nails and makeup done, wear a blonde wig and work as a waitress at the local Hooters on a Saturday night. Wearing the outfit was bad enough, but Mark made sure to bring everyone he knew that night and have me wait on all of them as they abused me to no end. He has really been killing me. The final one, the World Series, is almost over and if I lose that one it'll be a clean sweep for him, and God knows what he'll do this time. Without all this crazy betting though, he is an awesome friend even with all the embarrassment and I'm lucky to have him as my best friend. He would do anything for me and I would do anything for him. To some degree I am jealous of Mark. I feel at times like I have played second fiddle to him as he has a better job than me and has always had the hot girlfriends. In general, he has a great and easy life. Mark spends his free time analyzing sports and has a job where he works from home as an independent consultant. Myself, I wish I had his free time, as I am trying to climb the corporate ladder in a firm where my goal is to be promoted and become an associate partner. My career has destroyed a few relationships with girlfriends and isolated me from some close friends, as I have been spending my time working hard but so far failing to advance. My latest relationship lasted almost a year with Megan, who was Mark's cousin, and he introduced the two of us. Unfortunately she broke up with me and I was crushed. I actually thought that she was going to be the one, but once again my long hours and lack of commitment to her did me in. I tried to save our relationship but she would have none of it, as she had had enough of my excuses. It's been tough lately! This week was especially tough though as I lost my girlfriend, Megan, am on the verge of losing another bet in the World Series as my team is down 3 game to 2, and once again got passed over for a promotion I thought I should have had. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to have some positive things happen in my life. Thankfully, on Friday night I finally got invited to happy hour with a bunch of people at work just to unwind. It was nice to be out with them as I was kind of lonely, depressed, and exhausted. "Hey John, how's it going? You look beat," said Marlene, who was one of the administrators in the office. "I'm Ok Marlene. It was just a long week," I said. "So you are upset about Frank's promotion, aren't you?" she said. "No he deserves it, he's a great guy." "You are a shitty liar honey! I know that's bullshit," she said. "Ok, you win, you win," I said smirking. "But I'll just keep working hard and trying, and hopefully I'll get there eventually." "Wow, you really are a boy scout! Aren't you?" she mocked me. "Hey Camille, come over here for a second." "Hey John!" said Camille, as she kissed my cheek. "What's up Marlene?" "You are the boss's secretary, so tell John why he didn't get promoted and Frank did," said Marlene. "Why, he knows the deal!" said Camille. "Ah no girl - he doesn't! Trust me he's a nice guy. He is clueless to the firm's politics and to Mr. Sanders' requirements," said Marlene. "Girls, what the hell are you talking about here?" I said. "Oh my God Marlene! He really is!" said Camille. "Bartender, send over another round on me." "John, you know we both really like you, so we are going to tell you this and hopefully you won't be too offended," said Marlene. "Mr. Sanders' is basically a very conservative and old fashioned guy. He only promotes people who he feels are very mature and hard working," said Camille. "What the hell, I'm mature and hard working." I was getting upset. "No, honey let me be more specific. Mr. Sanders' has heard about the times you wore a Cheerleader outfit to bowling and saw the pictures of you dressed as a fairy in the St Patrick's day parade," said Marlene. "I think he may think you are gay and some other executives may think it as well." "No way, that's crazy," I said. "Those were just bets I lost, and he has met my girlfriend at last year's picnic!" "Well that's true, but he's probably not sure," said Marlene. "Good thing he didn't show up to Hooters that night!" said Camille laughing. "Because you are a scary looking waitress and you spilled my drink!" "Very funny, Camille," I said. "How am I going to fix this with him?" "Well, in my opinion, when you get married to Megan," said Camille. "He'll realize you are straight and settled down and there is no doubt you'll get promoted." "Married, oh god. That's not happening any time soon," I said. "Well look at Frank, Mr. Sanders doubted him and thought he was immature but as soon as he got engaged, he got the promotion," said Camille. "So don't fuck it up with Megan!" said Marlene laughing. "And are we ever going to meet her? She looks cute in her picture." "Please, he'll fuck it up! She's way too hot for him anyway," said Camille sarcastically, as she kissed me on the cheek. "Anyway, gotta run. You should bring her to the company cocktail party on next Friday night and maybe Mr. Sanders will get a better impression of you." "Ok, I'll try," I said as I kissed her goodnight. "See, think about that John," said Marlene. "You work too hard to not be promoted. Hey and look up! I think your luck is changing as your team has just won and forced a game seven in the series." "Oh thank God, because I have to win one of these bets one of these days! Don't I?" I said with some relief. "So think positive! What are you going to do to Mark if you win," said Marlene. "You know, it's been so long. I have no idea and I won't jinx myself by thinking about it until I finally win." I said. "Anyway, i have to run and I'll see you on Monday," said Marlene. "Cool, have a good weekend and I'll walk out with you," I said. "I'm tired and ready to head for home and crash anyway." I was a bit hammered but when I got home and dozed off, my phone rang, waking me up. "Hello," I said, still half asleep. "Hey, maybe you are going to get lucky this time you jerk," said Mark as he was mocking me over the phone. "Your team just got lucky and tied the series at three games each. Whoever wins tomorrow wins our little bet. I'm calling to wish you luck, because if I win it'll be a clean sweep this year and remember what happens if I sweep you!" "Yes, I remember," I said. "You get to abuse me for a week! As long as it doesn't affect my job. OK?" "OK, I wouldn't hurt you there. I wish I could help you at work," said Mark. "I know you have been breaking your ass for that firm. Maybe you should think about leaving and getting a new job." "No way! And start over?" I said. "I know what I have to do and I'll just do it." "And what's that?" said Mark sarcastically. "Blow the boss?" "No asshole, settle down," I said. "They want partners who are not single guys out partying. It's an image thing." "That sucks! Good luck with that one!" said Mark. "So what are you saying, that youre going to try to fix things with Megan?" "Yes, first thing in the morning!" I said. "Alright, goodnight and hopefully I'll finally win tomorrow night." "Ok, good luck to you and I'll see you at the bar for the game tomorrow night," said Mark. "I do know about the Megan thing though man? We'll talk about it when I see you. Go to bed. Let's talk before you do anything crazy." When I woke up Saturday morning, I decided that I would not wait, and go to Megan and tell her I'd do anything to get back with her. I'd do all the things she wanted me to do but hated. I go to plays with her instead of sports. I'd spend time shopping instead of sleeping in after drinking and I'd cut back my work hours in light of what I now knew about getting ahead at the firm. When you think about, Mr. Sanders was probably right that it is important to settle down. I was going to do it. I quickly got ready and went over to Megan's place. I rang the doorbell and no one answered, so I let myself in thinking she was sleeping. I still had a key and figured she wouldn't mind. When I got inside, I was shocked. Everything she owned was in boxes and she was nowhere to be found. She was obviously moving. I called her cell phone, which was turned off and noticed her home phone had been disconnected. I then called Mark's cell phone to see if he knew anything. "Hey man, it's early, what's up?" said Mark as he answered the phone. "Megan is moving?" I said. "I'm at her place and everything is in boxes! What is going on?" "Umm, well I was going to talk to you about that tonight," said Mark. "Why are you there anyway? I told you to wait so we could talk, didn't I?" "Tonight! Tell me now!" I said. "No, hang up John. I'll tell you myself," said Megan, as she walked in behind me and took my phone. "Mark, he'll call you back later. So I see you let yourself in. So I guess you should sit down then." "Ok, what's going on here?" I said. "We just broke up and now you are leaving?" "Well, we may have just broken up, but we have been over for a long time," said Megan. "It just took me a long time to actually tell you." "Well I'm here because I want to try again, and I'll do anything. I want to be there for you. I thought we could try again. I'd love to bring you to my company's function this weekend and maybe make it special for us," I said. "I want to show you off to everyone and show you what a special girl you are." "Wow! You want to change for me, now," said Megan, surprised. "Yes, I am ready for commitment," said Mark sternly. "I wasn't before, but now I am. I realized now how to balance things in my life." "Really, then you are truly an asshole! This is what I wanted from you six months ago!" said Megan. "I tried and tried this with you and you fucked it up every time! It's all I wanted!" "I'm sorry babe," I said. "But I'm ready now." "Well now it's too late!" said Megan. "I've moved on! I'm not your babe anymore! Do you see all the boxes! I have found someone else and I am moving in with him today!" "What!" I said. "But we just broke up this week!" "No, obviously you didn't listen to me, again!" said Megan angrily. "I said I just broke up with you this week, but we have been over for a long time! I have been seeing him for six weeks and once I knew that he was a better fit for me and he was committed, then I ended our relationship." "You were cheating on me!" I said as I was in shock. "No, we were never committed to each other, and I decided to see other people," said Megan. "And trust me I know about some of your flings with my cousin and some of those skanky bar girls. Was that cheating? Ah I see that one left you speechless didn't it?" "Well, I guess?" I said. "It was nothing! I don't even know if I did anything I was so drunk." "Look, you are a great guy and I don't want to leave our conversation there," said Megan. "We can always be friends and I'm sure I'll see you around with my cousin, but right now I have to go. The movers are coming soon and I'm taking a little vacation with my new boyfriend. I'm sorry you found out this way, but here's my advice for you for the future. Don't take your next girlfriend or relationship for granted. It takes work." "You're right," I said as I kissed her on the cheek and headed out the door with my tail between my legs. "Take care." I wandered around like a lost puppy, searching my mind for answers and replaying all the stupid things I did in my head. I was depressed about my former relationship, my future now at work, and just life in general. I picked up the phone and called Mark. "Hey, Mark," I said as he answered. "Sorry, man. I was going to tell you tonight, but I've been telling you for a long time about her," said Mark. "She just wasn't happy and unless you are giving up everything you love like sports, drinking, and work - she just wasn't the right fit for you." "I guess man," I said. "But she was so gorgeous, and classy and intelligent." "True John," said Mark. "But you need a girl with all those things and someone with the interests you both have in common. A girl you don't need to change for. You have to be yourself and do things together that you both enjoy." "Yup, you are right as always," I said. "Anyway, screw women," said Mark laughing. "Tonight I'm your date for game seven, and I'll let you buy me drinks until I win." "No way man!" I said laughing "You may look a little like your cousin, but you smell like shit! And tonight the streak ends. Let's up the wager. If I win you get four day of embarrassment, and if I lose I'll give you a week." "Man you are a bad gambler. It's a deal," said Mark. "I'll see you at the bar later." Talking to Mark actually helped calm me down and i realized my relationship was actually over. I decided to hit the gym and get in a good work out and clear my mind. When I got there, I saw Marlene and some of her friends who invited me to lunch. I told them my story with Megan and they were very comforting and understanding. They made me realize some of the stupid things I did wrong, and it felt good to open up to some women. I invited them to come out to the bar with us and they were excited and told me they would. When I got to the bar that night, Mark was in rare form. He was so confident that he would win, he was almost unbearable to sit next to. He was drunk, obnoxious, and being a total asshole. Thankfully the girls showed up and sat on the other side of me, helping to alleviate the annoyance he had become. Unfortunately for me, my team had fallen behind and it looked bleak. As the ninth inning was about to begin, Mark put his arms around me and Marlene and said. "Girls, any good ideas on embarrassing my good friend, John? Look at him. He's had a tough time lately, but I think he's going to feel better as my servant. Have him serve me a few beers!" "What?" said Marlene, sounding surprised. "That doesn't sound so bad, usually you embarrass him big time. I thought if you swept him it was going to be bad. You must feel for him and are going easy on him this time. That's actually sweet of you." "Are you kidding?" said Mark, as he staggered he was so drunk. "He's going to be my bitch for a week! I would never go easy one him. This is too much fun for me. You girls will be invited to my parties and he'll serve you as my French maid, my hostess, my waterboy and anything else I can think of. Hey, girls any idea where we can find a French maid costume in his size?" "You are gross," said Marlene, as she kissed my check and she and her friends left. "Let me away from this asshole. See you Monday John." With that my team started to rally and mounted a great comeback. It was like my luck was finally changing as I sat at the edge of my seat watching. Mark was actually beginning to sweat as there were two outs and our weakest hitter up who he bunted fooling everyone and getting the wimpiest hit ever to win a World Series. My luck finally changed but what would I do with it? I carried my drunken friend home and dropped him on his couch before heading home. It was finally a relief because I knew he would have abused me to no end. I actually finally had the upper hand and had no idea what to do with it. Oddly, I received no calls from Mark all day Sunday. I figured on Monday at work I would by lunch time and I also heard nothing. It was odd, so I picked up the phone and gave him a call. "Hey, Mark. What's happening" I said as he answered. "I haven't heard from you!" "Hey John. Sorry man," said Mark. "I was so hung over yesterday and wrapped up this morning in a big deal, which I just closed five minutes ago. I am wiped out. I'm going to take the rest of the week off and just relax a little. Maybe just do a few things around the house and run a few errands. Why don't you take a little time off and maybe we can take a little vacation. It would be on me after I lost to you and just scored some good money." "Wow. I wish I could. I have a big company function Friday remember? And I'm busy as hell right now, so I can't," said John sadly. "Plus I have to think about the abuse I'm going to finally lay on you!" "I know man. I know," said Mark laughing. "Go easy on me like I have with you." "Yeah, sure you have!" said John smirking as Marlene was waiting for him and pointing at her watch. "Anyway I have to get going to a meeting, so I'll think about it and call you." "OK, see you soon," said Mark. "What's up Marlene?" I said with a puzzled expression. "We are going to lunch today," said Marlene. "We are?" I said. "Yes, me, you and a few of my girlfriends," said Marlene. "OK, cool. I didn't know, but great," I said. "But I'm not sure I have the time." "Oh you do. I cleared your calendar and rearranged your schedule," said Marlene with a devilish look in her eye. "The girls and I have a few things we want to discuss with you." "Ok, cool," I said as we left the office. She drove about a half an hour and to a restaurant I had never been to before, and Marlene was awfully quiet until we got there. When we entered, I was shocked to see a table of four other women seated there, waiting for us. "John, this is Alicia, Terri, Lynne, and May," said Marlene, and I have brought them here to meet you for a reason. "They are here to help you with your problems with your relationship, your job, and your abusive friend. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I care about you and had an idea to help you, so that's why I brought you here. All I am asking for is that you listen, but I think that this can help you with all your problems." "UMM... OK," I said. "Those are all very different problems but I'll get through them. I'm also not sure what you can do to help me, but obviously I will listen. Plus it's awfully nice of you to bring these lovely ladies here to help me. It's actually kind of overwhelming." "Well, Marlene you were so right about him," said May. "You really are the sweetest thing aren't you? So tell us all about Megan, and Mark and your bets and your job, and just everything, honey." "Ok, sure," I said and I went on to talk about my relationships and career in tremendous detail. They asked me seemingly a million questions and it was a wonderful experience to find people that I never met before who were so interested in my life. I showed them pictures in my wallet of Megan and myself and Mark. I told them stories from the past and the present. It actually felt good. "Ok, Marlene. It's a good fit," said May smiling. "I think if you give me four days we can do it. That would mean we have to start tomorrow!" "Do what? What are we talking about here?" I said. "What are you ladies asking me to do?" "Well, John actually, we are asking you to do nothing!" said May. "The only thing we are asking of you is to allow us to help you solve your problems. Here is how we do it honey. We are going to do three things for you. We are going to give you back Megan. We are going to help you with your bet with Mark, and we are going to help you convince your company that you have settled down and should be promoted." "Are you kidding me?" said John laughing. "Okay, I'm all ears! I would do anything if you could actually achieve these things. It seems too good to be true." "Ok good then it is agreed upon, correct?" said May. "Absolutely!" I said. "But come on, how is this possible at all? Abusing Mark, sure I guess you could help me? But Megan is over me and there is no way I'll get promoted the way I'm perceived, so how could you help me there at all?" "John, here is what we now know," said May. "John is you best friend and you guys appear to have a lot in common. He is now in your control for a few days. Megan is John's cousin. You need Megan with you at the corporate functions and you need to show that you are in love and committed to each other. All this is correct right?" "Yes, correct but John can't help me with Megan," I said. "I wish he could, he tried!" "John, he's about to try harder!" said May. "As I understand it, when you lose a bet you don't get to choose, isn't that correct?" "Yes, but he can't change her mind," I said. "She is very stubborn and they are really not that close." "Oh, he's not going to change her mind," said May looking me directly in the eyes. "He's going to change into her. I am going to make Mark into Megan and you are going to take him to your corporate functions this weekend." "Come on," I said laughing. "Now it would be fun to humiliate him as a girl and even make him look silly, but that would never work!" "You told me he is off this week right?" said May. "And look at the resemblance between him and his cousin! Megan has an athletic build for a girl and Mark is slim for a guy. Mark is 5'8" which is only maybe two inches taller than Megan, which works well with you since you are 6'2" and fairly muscular. They both have the very typical Irish fair complexion with some freckles, and attractive understated features like blue eyes, small noses and nice cheekbones. John, when I'm done with him, he'll look better than Megan on her best day. Luckily for you, we are experts at this and he is an excellent transformation candidate." "Holy shit! You are serious!" I said. "Is this really possible? No it would never work?" "John, it takes practice, a little hard work, and expertise," said May. "And it will work for a number of reasons. First of all, you two are perfect candidates for this because you know each other so well. Second, appearance wise you are tall and stocky and he is slim and not too tall. Third, he will do it because you have won the bet, you will give him no choice, and he said he wants to help you succeed." "Wow, that is all true actually," I said. "Marlene, you are crazy? How did you think of this and introduce me to these lovely ladies. I am loving this idea but are you sure you ladies can do this? And how? And what if it fails at the dinner? I could get fired?" "Stop, John relax," said Marlene. "You would never get fired even if they thought Megan was a guy, because they already think you might be gay! So actually they might be expecting you there with your boyfriend, therefore you can only gain in this situation. And by the way, these ladies are experts at this. I have known Lynne for years and have heard about this service and its success in converting guys into women." "Really?" said John. "Yes, John. It's true, we have converted men who either wanted to be women permanently or some temporarily for fun, or others whose wives have wanted it for them for years," said May. "So let me tell you about the girls and what they do. Lynne is Marlene's hairdresser but is also a hairdresser for me and our conversions. Alicia is our makeup artist and Terri is our fashion coordinator. They all work for me at the Makeovers salon and boutique, where we deal with regular clients and those we transform. This is a special offer of ours that we all enjoy and seems to be a perfect fit for your little situation. Think about it. We'd kill three birds with one stone here for you. We give you Megan for the business functions, redeem your bet and humiliate Mark a little, and make you look committed for the boss. It's a Win-Win-Win. We can pick up Mark and get started tomorrow. It couldn't be more perfect, since he's off for a few days. It takes some time and training. So are we in agreement?" "I don't know!" I said. "This seems crazy. Mark would just kill me." "John, think about it!" said Marlene, pushing John to make a decision and opening his cell phone. "Time is ticking for you at work! How many chances will you get to get promoted, and Mark owes you and is in your control. So you better act! Make the call?" "Mark, it's John," I said as I speed dialed him right from the table in front of everyone. "Tomorrow, I'm cashing in my bet, so be ready to do anything I ask of you. It's a good thing you are off so we can get this going!" "Wow man, you don't waste any time do you?" said Mark, surprised as May handed me a note and clicked on a small hand held tape recorder. "Ok, there will be a car picking you up at seven am," I said as I was reading him the note. "Bring nothing with you and remember I'm in control from here on and you will do whatever I request. Say it." "Ok, don't worry. You won fair and square," said Mark. "I will do whatever you want. You are in control. Goodbye." "Wow, that felt really good," said John, grinning from ear to ear. "Ok, this is the last part John." May told him as she once again clicked on the tape recorder. "We have agreed that you have authorized Makeover salon and boutique to perform our duty and do whatever is necessary to train and transform Mark into Megan!" "Yes, we have agreed," I said as I also signed the consent form. "Thanks ladies, this is both scary and exciting for me." "Don't worry John, because we are going to guide you with every step and you'll have Marlene there with you as well," said May. "Now's here's what happens next. John will be picked up in the morning and be brought to the salon. From the second he enters our salon, all choices in his life will cease and he will follow our training. We will strip him, bathe him, measure him, and remove all body hair. Then Alicia does some basic makeup work with him and we take a series of photos so we can perfect his look. Lynne tries on various wigs with similar looks to those of Megan and we take more pictures. Terri will do a starter wardrobe and we will begin his training. I then work on feminizing his voice, his mannerisms, and his walk. He will stay with us during training, which lasts from seven am each day until midnight when he goes to bed. The second he enters our place we will begin converting him into a woman until Friday night when you will take Megan with you to the corporate function. A new and improved Megan. I will provide Marlene with a schedule of times during the course of the week when you will spend time with Megan working on your relationship, so that you will be just another couple by the time Friday night rolls around." "Amazing and thank you. This is just too good to be true," I said as we exchanged pleasantries and exited the restaurant. As I drove back to work with Marlene, I was on cloud nine. Marlene told me to keep working hard and concentrate on business, but it wasn't easy. I hardly slept that night but as the next morning came around, I knew it would be even harder on poor but deserving Mark. "Good morning sir," said May as she rang Mark's doorbell. "I'm May and this is Lynne and we are here to pick you up as per John." "Wow, its early ladies, but Ok," said Mark, as he was half asleep but perked up when he saw Lynne who is quite stunning. "Sign here please honey as per John," said Lynne as she rubbed his finger lightly as she handed him the pen. "As you can see, it's just a release form saying you'll honor John's request." "Ok, he's being secretive then I see," said Mark, as he signed away, staring at Lynne as she lead him into the car wearing only the clothes he slept in. "So I guess I don't need to shower or change?" said Mark. "No, honey. We'll clean you up and take care of you," said Lynne. "No need to worry, here drink some coffee." "Wow, maybe this isn't so bad then, but no thanks I'm tired and gonna crash a little," said Mark as he dozed off in the back seat. "Wake up sleepyhead," said May. "We are here!" Lynne opened Mark's door and took his hand as he stepped out of the car. As he looked up all he saw was that he was in a rear parking lot of a brick building. He was then led by the ladies as they entered the back door of the building and flicked on the lights revealing a long corridor with many doors. Lynne opened the second door as they stepped into a white room with a stainless steel table and appliances and asked Mark to sit down. Terri and Alicia entered and without a word began stripping off Mark's clothing leaving him fully nude. "Ok girls, what's going on here?" said Mark. "Did he decide I'm a streaker or going places naked?" "No, honey!" said May with a serious tone. "You are here to be transformed. We are making you over and both John and you have consented to it. You are going to spend some time as a woman, and it my job to make sure that you are beautiful, fashionable, and a perfect lady. We will mold you, change your mannerisms and behavior, and teach everything you need to know. When I am done with you, you may never want to be a man again!" "I doubt that girls," said Mark laughing. "But Ok, I lost so do what you got do to humiliate me. Am I going to a parade in drag, or a bar or what? What stupid idea did he have?" "No of course not my dear soon to be gorgeous girl" Said May. "You will be a woman of class." "Ok, whatever girls - At least I will finally have some class," said Mark sarcastically. "Give it your best shot!" "We will dear, we will," said May as they laid him down naked on the table on his stomach and began pouring hot wax on his back, rear, and legs. "Be still honey, you may feel a tingle but obviously a big strong guy like you can take it." With that, the girls started ripping all the hair from Mark's body, flipping him over a few times as they rotated areas and worked quickly as Mark writhed in pain and screeched like a little sissy. When they were done, May lathered up his face and removed his trademark goatee which he had for at least five years, making him look much younger. As May finished removing all facial hair, Terri slid on a very tight nude gaff over Mark's legs and pushed his testicles inside and pinned back his penis. Alicia gave Mark a chill as she applied a very cold substance to both his breasts and adhered some large breast forms to him. Lynne then tucked in Mark's hair inside of a wig cap as they stood him back upward. "Wow, that sucked!" said Mark as his body was still stinging and was clearly uncomfortable. "And you girls really work fast." "Honey, please that is not how ladies speak. And we do not train here on things like sucking! If that is something you are thinking about, you must learn it on your own," said May sternly as the girls cracked up. With that, Terri began taking measurements around Mark's body as Alicia began rubbing foundation on his face. She then sat him down and began lining his eyes and applying some mascara. With a small brush she then applied blush to Mark's cheeks and blended eyeshadow on his lids. She backed away and studied her work as she touched him up and glossed up his lips before exiting the room. Before Mark could even blink, Terri was back and was fastening a bra around his breasts and midsection. She then slipped a white fluffy robe on him which tied around his waist and had him step into some flip flops as the camera began flashing. "Smile, cutie!" said Alicia, as she moved around taking facial shots at different angles. "Big smile, now soft, now show me those pearly whites." Then came Lynne as she slid on a wig from behind, adjusted it and took a few photos of her own. Then changed and repeated the entire process about a dozen times before wrapping a small turban on his head. "Ok, we are done with all the preliminary work. Now I want you to just sit back and relax for a while," said May. "I'll bring you over to Spa for a little pampering." "Wow, pampering?" said Mark puzzled. "This doesn't seem so bad? What happened to the abuse I was expecting? Being waxed was no fun but why would I be pampered? There must be a catch here May?" "No dear," said May. "I told you we are going to make you into a woman of class and dignity. That takes a lot of work, some of which is extremely relaxing and some of which is extremely uncomfortable like waxing. Luckily for you, pampering is part of the program so enjoy it while you can." Mark was then led through the main section of the Salon, which was now extremely crowded with clients. He was becoming extremely uncomfortable in nothing more than a bathrobe but basically blending in like any other woman. He was then brought to a private steam room for some rest and relaxation for about an hour as his mind wandered still unsure what was in store for him next. When the door opened, he was led to a private message room where he laid down on a cushioned massage table by a gorgeous masseuse, who fullly disrobed him, leaving him in nothing but his turban and gaff. She proceeded to rub a foul smelling solution on his face, removing his makeup and then placed a hot towel over his face, prohibiting him from seeing what was going on. The feeling of warm oils and vigorous rubbing then began at his legs and simultaneously at his arms as it was apparent a second masseuse had joined them. From the strength of the rubbing the second masseuse was a man, which now once again aided to Mark's discomfort. The feeling of the size and strength of his hands was unmistakable as that of a considerably larger person, but not a sound was being uttered until May entered the room. "Sweetheart, it's time to clean you out a little so we can get right on schedule," said May. "Now let me explain a few things to you. You will be with me or one of the girls morning, noon, and night for the next until Friday night when you leave. Each day will be a little different but we will be working hard to strip you of anything masculine. We will eliminate your disgusting manly habits and replace them with those of a proper woman." "What the hell!" said Mark. "I'm not doing this! Why would I do this crap! This is not what a normal bet results in! Does John know about this shit? Why would he want me to do this?" "Honey, let me remind you of a few things," said May grinning from ear to ear. "You and John have already agreed to everything both verbally and in writing. I know that this is not easy. It takes hard work and it's not something I can even compromise on. This is critical to John's future and you said you would do anything to help him which is both honorable and sweet, even if it comes at the expense of a bet. Now I must do what I do in order to take that bet and turn it into results. And you my dear, will be the results. I am going to make you into a charming and beautiful young lady. You will be a woman to be admired even if it is for a short period of time." "And why the hell does he need that," said Mark. "And what is that you are doing! Stop, that is not comfortable! Hey let me move." "Relax, honey. We have to clean you out," said May as she watched Mark being held down as he was now receiving his enema. "You are going to have to get used to doing things you haven't done before, some of which are uncomfortable. As we women say these things are all for the price of beauty and I will stop at nothing to make you as beautiful as possible. Now I'll see you in a little while, so please don't be difficult as you no longer will receive choices while you are here." When Mark was finally cleaned out, he was stood up and redressed in his bathrobe and reseated. Alicia then entered the room and painted his face with a green facial mask as she helped him to relax a little again before Terri came to get him. She slipped on his flip flops and lead him back through the crowed salon and over to a table where he was seat directly across from a young Asian woman. "See you later sweetie." Said Terri. "This is Kim and she'll take good care of you." As Mark sat down again, she grabbed his right hand and began to go to work on his nails. It was another unique experience that Mark was not used to as he was mesmerized by the bright nail polish colors behind her as he sat there listening to her chatting in a language he could not understand. He watched in amazement as before he knew it, his fingers were being separated by a foam device and placed under a dryer as she worked rapidly. He was now shocked to see that he now had a long gorgeous French manicure as she led him to an elevated chair and went to work on his pedicure. As he glanced downward he could now see that his toes were candy apple red and shiny and separated by cotton balls. When she finished, she removed the cotton ball next to each big toe and carefully slipped on his flip flops as she lead him to reclined chair and removed his turban. "You no move or touch anything with nails" She said sternly with a Korean accent. "You wait here. No ruin nails or May be mad. You wait!" "Hello, honey! How is it going?" said Lynne as she stood above him, placing a plastic cape over him and began washing his hair. "Now I want you to know that we have picked something that's just going to look adorable on you. Trust me you are going to love it. It's stylish and flexible and I am so looking forward to seeing how you turn out." "What does that mean?" said Mark puzzled. "Why do I need flexibility? My hair isn't even that long!" "All girls need flexibility and it's long enough for me to do something very cute with it. You can't wake up and just want the same hairdo everyday. That's so boring. Being a girl is about freedom, creativity, and spontaneity! You'll learn. May will teach you and trust me you'll be glad and love experimenting with fashion, makeup, and hair in no time." Said Lynne as she rinsed his head. "God that stinks," said Mark. "What are you doing?" "Making you gorgeous," said Lynne as she kissed his forehead. "Patience, girl patience. Now let me do those brows while I let this set in a bit." Lynne now held Mark's head very tightly as she plucked away at his eyebrows. She would step back, stare at him as she did a section which made increasingly uncomfortable each time, before a timer suddenly sounded. When it did she rinsed his hair thoroughly before she sat his chair upwards and began pulling his hair through a plastic netting which was tied tightly around his head. With that she began painting another foul smelling chemical on his hair as she worked rapidly before setting the timer again. She then turned her attention back to his eyebrows as this time she coated them with something and warned him not to open his eyes until she told him. It was twenty minutes that seemed to take forever as he could hear May's voice circling him and spouting out orders to people. Finally the wait was over as the chair was lowered again and his hair was being rinsed out. Quickly his eyebrows were also wiped off and a towel was being wrapped around his head as he was being lead to a hairdresser's station. As he opened his eyes his chair was quickly spun around so that he could not see in the mirror as Lynne gave him a pinch on the arm. "Not yet gorgeous," said Lynne sarcastically. "Let me and the girls work our little magic on you first. It'll be worth it. When we are done you'll want to date yourself." Lynne was then quickly blow drying the back of Mark's head and pinning most of it on top of his head as she pushed him forward so that he was looking straight at his shiny red toes. He then felt a very hot sensation across the top of his neck at his scalp as she pressed hard and held his head steady. She repeated this process several times as he could feel some weight being added to his hair before she lifted his face upward with her index finger beneath his chin. "Oh what a mess we have here," she said laughing and making him feel more uncomfortable as she started at his hair and waived her scissors in front of Mark's face. "But not for long, its time to make you sexy. You are going to love some of the options I have for you this week. Mark was now more nervous than ever as next to him was a cart filled with many shapes and colors of rollers and pins. Lynne now placed a new cape over his bathrobe and tied it behind his neck as she moved his head to the right and then the left and started at him. "Now close those eyes and don't open them till I tell you, or you'll get some things in your eyes that will sting." Said Lynne as began pulling and combing his hair downward. Lynne was then snipping away as the sounds from the scissors were unmistakable, and so was the feeling of hair clippings rolling down his face. Quickly and without uttering a word, Mark felt Lynne was spraying something into his hair and could feel her picking at his hair and tugging at his scalp as she was rolling his hair in curlers. After what seemed like forever she was finally finished setting his hair and wrapped it with a tight net. She then gently tugged him from his chair and let him over to another seat where she proceeded to pull down a bonnet dryer switch it on and handed him a magazine. "Open up those eyes honey. Read for a little while and just relax," said Lynne as she set the timer on the dryer. "I've given you a few magazines to read because you'll be under here for about forty five minute to an hour so try to occupy your time by learning something. There's a really good article in this edition of Modern Brides about day time makeup for girls with fair skin like yours. Also you may want to read in Glamour the article about this years hot fashion trends. Hey, also in Sophisticated Hair there are a lot of ideas for medium textured hair which is what you have. Anyway, enjoy girl and I'll be back for you later." As Mark looked around, he was thinking there was no way he was going to read this stuff, he noticed women were under dryers on both sides of him and that the salon was really busy with clients. On his right was an older woman who was reading and on his left was a girl around his age who just smiled at him as she was listening to her i-pod. Nervously he picked up a magazine and buried his face in it so that no one would notice him or even make eye contact with him. After a while as the dryer seemed to change from hot air to cool air, he looked up noticing on the clock that it was quarter to noon and realizing he was getting hungry. He had now been at the salon for almost five hours. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed May as she approached him and lifted his dryer. "Hello sweetheart, you look adorable under there reading your Cosmo magazine." Said May as she lifted the dryer. "Let me check your hair. Nope not yet, maybe fifteen more minutes and then we can dress you and have lunch. There's a great article in this one about romantic kissing! You should read it." Mark hated being teased like that and quickly switched magazines finally finding something he loved. It was the Victoria Secret catalog. As he glanced thru it the buzzer went off and Lynne returned lifting the bonnet. "They should be set now," she said as she led him over to Alicia's station and once again spun me backwards so he could not see. "I see you like that catalog. I love it too! My boyfriend just bought me that black satin corset set from the Seduction Collection. Something like that would be very cute on you. You should check out that collection. Anyway, let your hair cool down a bit and I'll get Alicia for you." Alicia quickly appeared once again began doing makeup on me. She started dotting all around his face with some form of little sponge and then began to blend. She was smiling and humming and dancing to the disco music being played in the salon as she worked. She seemed to work very hard on his eyes as she constantly asked him to open and close them and he could see the pencil and mascara wand in her hand as she worked on him. "So you having fun yet," said Alicia. "I've got a feeling you're going to be a smash." "Fun, no," said Mark. "Smash, what does that mean?" "Meaning, a head turner, a hottie! You know," said Alicia. "Hey Terri, what's the lunch outfit color scheme for her. I want to know what to match to." "Here, I'll hold it up for you," said Terri as she held up the outfit behind Mark's back. "But don't do her lips till I dress her because I don't want any lipstick on her top." "Ok, got it," said Alicia as she began blending his eyeshadow and brushing blush at his cheeks. "Very nice I love it. Ok, almost ready for you Terri. This girl has some gorgeous blue eyes that are going look great with that outfit. Ok, you're done for now, follow me girlfriend." Alicia then led Mark to another small room with sheets covering the three way mirrors. Terri removed his robe and quickly changed his gaff to a black one as she pushed his testicles very forcefully into his body cavity and snapped the tight elastic band. From behind now she fastened a black boned cincher around his waist and tightened it making it a little snug. She then sat him down and rolled up some sheer control top pantyhose up his legs and slipped some hip pads in on each side. She spun him around and fastened a black push up brassiere and asked him to grip a towel rack on the wall. "Now breathe in and hold it until I tell you," said Terri sternly as she proceeded to pull the laces on the black cincher tightly. "Ok, exhale. Now in again and deeply. Good girl." "I can't breathe, this is so uncomfortable," said Mark whining! Ignoring him, she sat him back down and had him step into some jewel studded Capri blue stretch jeans and fastened them. She then carefully pulled a classic black Bebe low cut t-shirt over his head making sure not to upset curlers or get any makeup on it. She knelt down and slipped on his peep toe black leather 3 inch sling back pumps and stood him up to add a matching off set thick belt. She concluded her work by accessorizing him by adding a huge group of silver bracelets to his right wrist followed by a silver watch on his left wrist. Around his neck she added a silver v-shaped necklace which stopped pointing directly into his push up created cleavage and added two silver rings on each hand. She then bent down on one knee and inserted a silver toe ring on his right foot and a silver bracelet on his right ankle. She then stood up and admired her work. "Stand up for me honey, and spin around slowly," said Terri. "I just gave you a casual everyday common cute girl look. You can shop like this or catch a movie or maybe a casual date." Mark stood and looked down at himself as he was disgusted. As he spun he slipped a little in the heels but recovered as he walked slowly and awkwardly to Terri. "It takes a little practice," said Terri laughing a bit. "But you are in good shape and look like you have some athletic ability so I'm sure you'll get it. Either that or just hold on to your boyfriend all night. Now try now to fall while I snap a few more photos." "That's not funny," said Mark "And yes I run, so I do have balance and I was a track star in school many years ago! And obviously I do not have a BOYFRIEND." "And you'll never get one with that attitude girlfriend," said Alicia mocking Mark as she took his arm and guided him back to his seat and reclined his chair a little. With Mark's patience growing thin and his appetite growing, Terri placed her hands carefully on his forehead, pinning it against the neck rest just below the rollers as he felt a cold sensation being rubbed on each ear lobe. As he looked up he could see Alicia on one side and May on the other side as they each grabbed an ear tightly before he was startled by a pinch and a popping sound in both ears. "Hey, was that necessary!" said Mark. "I know what you just did." "Yes dear of course it was necessary," said May. "And so is this." He then felt both of his ears being pinched again as they released him. "Now let's get you back to Lynne, unless you want to stay in rollers all day," said May sternly as Mark was clearly now very upset. Lynne placed her cape back around his neck as he was seated back at her hairdresser's station. She released the first roller and unwound it as Mark could feel the tension being relieved from his scalp. Lynne then worked on the rollers from behind his head as she seemed to be working rapidly now. He could feel the hair itching him on his neck and upper back as she was picking at it. He watched closely as she was placing some large rollers back on to a cart as she removed them from his head but he was still pointed away from the mirror and unable to see. When she was done removing them she started picking at them and pulling at his head in the back as she sprayed them liberally. As she came around to the front she had a curling iron in her hand as she started at him as she seemed to be studying her work. "Ok eyes closed please, and don't move so I won't burn you with the iron honey," said Lynne as she was fussing with his hair. "Almost done now gorgeous. I know you are hungry. Give me five more minutes to work my magic. I've got to fix those side bangs a little and fix a few more curls. Hopefully you'll ever become a regular client and I'll perm you if you want to keep this look." After what was more like fifteen minutes, Alicia was working on his lips as Lynne was finally finished spraying and picking at his head. She applied a base lipstick and finished it off with something very glossy as Mark liked the cherry taste. His actually felt a little relief as he opened his eyes to flash bulbs popping as Lynne removed his cape. "Girls not bad! Not bad at all!" said May, as they stared at a picture album showing, it to each other as they studied it and looked Mark up and down." "Ok are we finally done with this crap now? May I please have lunch, I'm starving and let's just get on with the final humiliation stuff so I can get out of this crap?" said Mark in frustration. "Oh boy, we really do have our work cut out for us here girls don't we?" said May shaking her head. "That is not how proper young ladies speak my dear!" "I am not a young l-- !" said Mark as he stopped mid sentence as he noticed he that a few heads in the salon turned towards him. "You know what I have no idea what the hell I am after this or what is going on here?" He then said in a soft whisper. "But please can we have lunch?" "Well let me show you and we'll discuss all of that over lunch my dear," said May as she lifted the sheet from the mirror. All Mark could do was stare at himself in shock, as sitting before him was a stylish, attractive young lady. This young lady looked like a lot of the Irish girls in his family and is maybe what his sister would look like if he had one. He stood up and stared at his body, which now had some curves based with the assistance of his undergarments as he swung his hips to admire his side and rear profile. With his pumps, tight jeans and well put together outfit, he looked like he was ready for the mall or at least lunch. He touched his face noticing its now flawless pale complexion as his freckles were no longer as dominant yet still slightly present. He tugged at his now long Irish red colored hair realizing that it had been dyed and extended as he could feel the slight seems in the back which was blended within his own hair. He pulled at a curl and it sprung back in place as he felt the clasps at the back of one of his double pierced ears and noticed the reflection of his diamond stud earrings and now glossy square tipped acrylic nails in the mirror. "Holy shit!" said Mark whispering to the girls. "This is nuts. Did he have to go this far. I look like I could be my sister." "No dear, not your sister, but how about your cousin?" said May as she held up a picture of Megan. "We have transformed you into Megan! You are now Megan!" May walked over to a further stunned Mark and held up an 8 x 10 picture of Megan next to him, allowing him to see their reflections together in the mirror. As he stared once again,still stunned, she slipped his arms into a short black leather jacket, placed a black Gucci pocketbook on his shoulder and took his arm. "Let's all go to lunch and we'll fill in the rest for you honey," said May as she led him through the crowded salon, grabbing her car keys from the receptionist. "Alicia, Lynne, Terri and I are going to lunch with Megan we'll be back later girls." Part Two Mark sat in the back seat of May's car, stunned by what his best friend had done to him. He wondered what his motivation was to turn him into his cousin. Was he that lonely and desperate that he just wanted to spend more time with Megan? Was he punishing Mark by making him into Megan for a short time? Was he just being a jerk and paying him back big time for all the bets that had gone against him? Or was there some other crazy reason? This was really freaking out Mark and puzzling him but he knew he had to go along with it! The car pulled into the parking lot of a fancy French Bistro and the girls quickly got out. May held Mark's arm as they entered and were greeted by the hostess who immediately recognized May. Excitedly she kissed May on the cheek and led them to their table as Mark was dragged along with the group. The hostess handed them their menus as she seated them as Mark was now very confused. "OK, May," said Mark. "What is happening now? Why are we at this fancy restaurant?" "For lunch dear!" said May, chuckling as she read her menu. "You said you were hungry so we will feed you my dear. We are all famished as well after working so hard this morning. Making you pretty is hard work." "Very funny!" said Mark. "Now clue me in here! What is going on!" "Of course dear, of course," said May as Marlene entered interrupting them as she sat down. "Good afternoon ladies!" said Marlene as she joined the group. "Well, hello Megan! Don't you look adorable today? May, you are amazing. She looks better than I could have expected! Girls you are fabulous artists!" "Why are you here? What the hell is going on!" said Mark. "Sweetie, relax!" said Marlene. "You aren't a sore loser? Are you?" "No, of course not!" said Mark with a nasty tone. "Ladies, please mind your manners! Here comes Pierre!" said May. "Well hello my dear." "Good afternoon Mademoiselles," said Pierre, as he kissed May's hand as he extended it. "Nice to see you again May. I remember some of you but please introduce me to these lovely ladies." "Certainly dear" Said May as she went around the table. "You must remember Alicia, Terri, and Lynne from the salon." "Yes, lovely to see you again," said Pierre as he kissed each of their hands. "And this is Marlene and Megan, two of our best clients," said May. "Ah, it is my pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselles," said Pierre as he kissed Marlene's hand as she pinched Mark under the table as he reluctantly to put out his hand to be kissed. "Are you ready to order ladies?" "Yes, please Pierre," said May. "We will have five French salad specials and a bottle of white wine." "A lovely choice, thank you," said Pierre as he exited their table. "Thanks, Marlene! You bitch, that was gross." Mark was not happy about having his hand kissed. "Oh stop it! Don't be rude!" said Marlene with a nasty tone. "Was that worse then when you made John into a Hooter's girl and everyone pinched his ass?" "Ladies, please!" said May interrupting. "Remember where we are! Megan must only be a woman of class and dignity, period!" "Sorry, you are correct May," said Marlene. "Now dear, please give me a moment to explain your current situation," said May. "It's about time," said Mark. "I want to know what the hell is happening here!" "Megan, we can do this the hard way or the easy way!" said May sternly. "You will not speak to me like that! I have no problem doing this the hard way, but I believe you'll regret that young lady. I'm sure looking the way you do you'd have no trouble finding a young man to take you home when I leave you here!" "OK, ok. I'm sorry May!" said Mark, backing down. "I'm not interested in being left somewhere like this." "I didn't think so," said May with a smirk on her face. "Now give Marlene a chance to speak and I'll fill you in on the details." "Ok, here's the deal, Mark!" said Marlene as she stared directly into his eyes. "As you already know, your best friend John is one of the best people I have ever met. We have worked together for a while and I have seen the bullshit he has gone through at work and in his life. I believe that both you and I actually have one thing in common. We would both do anything to help John. Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes of course I would," said Mark. "But I'm still confused here." "Well, Mark has a few problems and we've come up with a plan to help him solve them," said Marlene. "Our firm has been continually passing him over for promotions because of their current view of him, and he is running out of time. They have heard about his girlfriend and seen her picture on his desk, but never really met her. Only our senior partner met her briefly at a picnic, but has never seen her again. Some of the other senior people even believe he is gay after they heard about his outfits you put him in when he lost bets. Basically, he is running out of time. He needs to show that he is in a serious committed relationship, a mature person, and on track to settle down in order get promoted. Also unfortunately he had told management that Megan was coming to our business functions this weekend and they are looking forward to meeting her. So if she doesn't show, he will once again look foolish and uncommitted!" "Holy shit!" said Mark. "No way!" "Yes, way!" said Marlene. "So when Megan left him, it was devastating until you lost your little bet and we realized how much you look like your cousin! So I introduced John to May and her team and convinced him that he could use his win from the bet to solve his problems by turning you into Megan and showing off his girlfriend to our bosses. And that puts us where we are today, as you will now help your best friend by being his girlfriend." "That is crazy! It will never work," said Mark! "I could never pull it off and really don't want to even try!" "Let me remind you of something!" said Marlene angrily. "Remember, when you lose the bet you have to do whatever the other person wants and you have already agreed to that both verbally and in writing. True?" "Yes, true," said Mark softly. "You said you would do that for your best friend. True?" said Marlene, sternly. "Yes, of course true," said Mark, who now understood what was happening. "Then since the original Megan is gone, we had to quickly find a new one for John. And what could be more convincing to everyone than being with a person that knows more about him than anyone else, and cares more about him than anyone else," said Marlene. "Therefore, you are the perfect girlfriend! Actually a new and improved Megan! A Megan that loves him and cares about him unconditionally! A Megan that would do whatever it takes to help him!" "So, ok I understand," said Mark with tears flowing from his eyes. "This is absolutely crazy, but he won fair and square and I would do anything for him. He is my best friend and I do love him. Holy shit, this will be nuts!" "It's not! It's perfect. Think about it, if you actually were a girl, you two would be perfect for each other!" said Marlene laughing. "You share all the same interests and spend all your free time together. And I must say, I actually think you are prettier than the original Megan, except I think you better start wearing waterproof mascara if you are going to continue to be such an emotional girl!" "Very funny!" said Mark as the salads arrived and Terri handed Mark some tissues. "Now what?" "Well, now we will train you as a woman and a girlfriend," said May. "There's a lot more to being a woman than looking good. We will be working on your mannerisms, voice, and expressions. You must embrace our teachings. You must listen and practice. You have a lot going for you to start with so we know you can do this." "Plus, remember one thing," said Marlene seriously. "You are not just a woman. You are a woman in love with John." "Oh God! This is some scary shit" Said Mark freaking a little. "Plus, I'm starving! Is that our entire lunch?" "I'm afraid so, Megan," said May as everyone chuckled. "We want to take a few pounds off of you before the weekend. You'll be on salad and slim fast for the rest of the week. Plus, you won't be thinking about eating much because we have a busy schedule ahead of us." As lunch ended, everyone returned to May's car and Marlene went back to work to update a very nervous John. The girls returned to May's salon where they dispursed to focus on their next appointments as May led Mark to a backroom to begin his studies. "Ok Megan, we have a busy agenda for the next few days for you," said May. "I will be working with you on your walk and movements for a few hours each day. You will also be taking some private dance lessons, working with a voice coach, and learning some basics about hair and makeup. Plus we will be trying a few things to see how they look on you. It'll be fun. You'll get used to spending some time shopping with Terri and I bet after a while you'll love it." May proceeded to spend the next two hours removing some of Mark's horrible manly habits and replacing them with soft feminine ones. She worked on simple things like sitting, hold utensils, shaking hands, and smiling softly. She then spent another hour on walking and turning as she gradually had him attempt it in higher and thinner heels as he advanced. When she was finished, he spend another hour and a half with a voice coach who worked on his tone and softened his voice as his feet desperately needed a rest from shoes he wasn't used to. "How is she doing?" said Terri as she entered the room as the voice coach was finishing up. "Megan is an excellent student!" said Yolanda, the voice coach. "Well are you ready to change for dinner, Megan?" said Terri. "Sure, I'm starving," said Mark in his old voice. "Will I actually have food this time?" "PLEASE DEAR!" said Yolanda with an angry tone. "You must rid yourself of that horrible deep voice altogether!" "I'm sorry Yolanda," said Megan in her new voice. "Yes, I'd love to go to dinner now, Terri." "Great, let's get you changed and ready," said Terri as she let Megan by the hand to a dressing room in the salon's adjoini