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"What's wrong Jim?" My best friend looked like his world was crashing and burning around him. "You know that show I had planned, the one at the community center?" Jim asked in despair. "Who doesn't? The whole town's talking about it; it's going to be a huge hit." Jim was an aspiring show producer. With a marketing degree under his belt, he set out to pursue his dream of putting together musical shows that would eventually bring the hottest stars in the music world begging to be in one of his shows. His latest was to feature a Carrie Underwood look alike that would perform some of her hits. "It's not going to happen." Jim shook his head. "The Carrie look alike cancelled on me. She wanted five hundred bucks more and when I wouldn't go that high, she took a powder." "She wanted a grand for a twenty minute performance?" I was amazed at how greedy some people could be. I listened to a tape she had of different performances, she was close but she still missed a few notes here and there. "She was the closest at her original price," Jim sighed. "Talent costs big bucks but shows like this just don't throw off that kind of money. Now I have to cancel everything, refund tickets that have been sold, and I'll lose the deposit on the center." "Ouch, the deposit was five hundred alone," I winced, thinking of how big a hole Jim had found himself in. "Not to mention that it's going to be tough to book another after I have to cancel," He explained that even the look alikes would be very reluctant to deal with him if he had a cancellation on his record. No one wanted to be booked and then cancelled at the last minute. Without notice, they couldn't line up a replacement gig and would lose money. Jim's expression changed from despair to hope as he stared at me. I knew what he wanted and I didn't want to give it to him. He knew that every bit as well as I did but it didn't change anything, I could practically picture him down on his knees, his hands clasped in prayer, begging me to give in and throw him a lifeline. "No Jim, not that, please not that." I threw away any pride I had and begged. "You know how I feel about that. It dogged me all through school. I want to get into the Country Music business but not like this!" The lifeline Jim needed, the one that only I could give him, was for me to step in and replace the look alike that'd bailed on him. Yeah, that's right, if my best friend was to keep his head above water, I had to do something that I'd done many times before and hated doing each and every time. As a kid, my voice was a bit on the high pitched side. So much so, that although I wanted ever so badly to sing in the boys' choir, I could never get my voice low enough. Worse yet was my ability to flawlessly imitate any singer I heard, at least the female ones. I did get to sing quite often in school but to my everlasting shame, it was typically a part that a girl would play like an Angel in the Christmas Pageant or, and this really tore me up, the part of Maria in the Sound of Music. When I was younger, the teachers would talk my parents into getting me to do a solo like the Angel I mentioned, or even worse, in a pretty dress, with a wig on, doing a song like "All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth," or "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." Any of the songs I did could probably have been done by a boy, but the teachers knew that having me sing them would be the hit of any school play. Being the good kid that I was, I always went along with my parents and teachers and several times a year, I ended up front and center on stage, dressed like a girl, and singing. I admit that I ate up the applause; it's a very heady experience to be standing there listening to the audience clap and cheer and know it's because of you. My final performance before I decided that I just couldn't take performing as a girl any more was the female lead in the Flower Drum Song. I brought down the house as I danced around the stage, my dress twirling, and singing "I Enjoy Being a Girl." I got standing ovations at each of the three shows I did but the humiliation of singing that song was just too much and I never did another show. I wanted to be a country music star since I was a kid; George Jones, Hank Williams, The Oak Ridge Boys, were all my idols.; I wanted to be just like them, my deep, rich voice booming out at the Grand Old Opry. Just my luck that my voice never really changed and instead of sounding all macho like one of those guys, I ended up sounding more like Patsy Kline, Reba, or Dolly Parton. Once, I was sitting in front of our TV, watching a Country Music Special and I found myself singing along to Faith Hill. I would've loved to do the bass part of the Oak Ridge Boys singing Elvira, but no, for some stupid reason I started imitating Faith singing Breathe. "I understand Morgan." Jimmy gave me his best smile to make me feel better. "That's why I didn't want to come out and actually ask you." I stared at Jimmy and could see the utter defeat reflected in his eyes. This might not be the blow that ended his dreams but it would certainly bring him to his knees and he might never be able to get up again. Jimmy had everything to lose, I had nothing. Just to top off the cruel joke of my voice, fate had arranged to give me soft, almost feminine features; a turned up nose, soft creamy skin, very little muscle tone, delicate hands, and worst of all, great legs. When I was performing in one of my school plays, boys used to stared at me in as lustful a way as grade school boys could. I'd be standing there doing my solo and when I looked over at the rest of the cast, there would always be at least one boy with a big grin on his face, probably imagining taking me skating where he could hold my hand as we went around the rink. When I finished my final performance as Mei Li in the Flower Drum Song, there was a line of little girls standing there, smiling at me, and wanting my autograph. I stayed in character and skirts for as long as it took to greet each of the girls and sign Morgan Andrews in their autograph books. "I'm going to have to get a few things to wear." I smiled, happy to see the burden taken from my friend. "I'm pretty sure I can pick up most of it at the consignment shop; I'll try to keep it cheap." "Um, I hate to be so business like but I need to know how much I'm going to be putting out before hand," Jimmy stammered. "For heaven's sake Jimmy, you'll be getting a damned good Carrie Underwood for twenty minutes and it won't cost you anything more than my wardrobe and even that will be cheap since it will be second hand." "You're the best, Morgan!" He grinned and took a step towards me. I stuck out my arm to stop him. "I'm not Carrie Underwood and you can't hug me!" "Sorry," he blushed. "I got carried away thinking of how hot Carrie Underwood looks." "The most feminine singer out there," I shook my head, not believing what I was getting into. "Why her?" "She's hot," Jim grinned. "She has a great voice, and did I mention that she's hot?" "Oh crap, you want me to be your wet dream, don't you?" I grumbled. "All dolled up in a frilly dress and heels!" I expected some sort of comeback from Jim, some half hearted attempt to justify my becoming an ultra feminine singer but there wasn't a sound. When I turned to see what the problem was, I saw him with a blank stare and leering grin on his face. I didn't want to consider what he would be thinking as he watched me perform. I had to break the news to my mom and dad since I'd need mom's help in getting the outfits I'd need for the show. Her enthusiastic response to helping me become a beautiful woman didn't do anything for my fragile ego. I sat down with mom and went over everything I'd need for the show; a white blouse with puffy, lace trimmed sleeves and ruffled front, a couple of gowns, a knee length white dress made with yards and yards of chiffon for most of the performance, a denim skirt and pink top for the All American Girl song, and a long blonde wig that mom could style like Carrie wore her hair. It took mom a few days of relentless shopping to get everything I'd need but she didn't mind; after all, when I was younger, turning me into a sweet little girl for shows was an absolute labor of love for her. She never stopped smiling as she dressed me in pretty dresses, lace trimmed anklets, and patent leather shoes. When I played Maria in the Sound of Music, she was more than happy to find me relatively plain looking clothes that Maria would've worn, but when I played Mei Li in the Flower Drum Song, she was downright ecstatic dressing me in pretty outfits for a modern young woman and even had my ears pierced. Dressing me up like a little girl had been fun for her but it was nothing compared to dressing me up in a padded bra, stockings, a dress, heels, and makeup. "You bought me matching underwear mom?" I was shocked to see several sets of lacey bras and panties among the stuff mom had gotten. "It will help you get into the part," she explained. "Carrie Underwood is a very feminine young woman, if you're going to project that image, it will help to be dressed in a feminine manner." End of discussion. Dad and I both thought that it was unnecessary, after all panties and bras aren't exactly masculine clothes, but mom insisted; this was going to be way, way, different than a dress and knee socks or even the outfits I wore for Flower Drum Song. I had practiced all of my songs and mom had made certain that every outfit fit perfectly so there was nothing left to do but go on with the show. It brought back so many memories of mom telling me to sit still like a good girl as she prepared me for shows in the past. She hummed to herself as she did my makeup and brushed out the wig, stopping now and then to make sure that I understood what she was doing so I could touch up as needed. A burgundy gown with a very full skirt, matching heels, a necklace and earrings, lashes to die for, lips that begged to be kissed, hair that any woman would kill for, legs that didn't belong on a guy, and a butt that swayed seductively, and they were all me. I just knew this wasn't going to work out well at all. Dad stared at me with an evil grin. "Jim better be picking you up, there's no way you're going to be safe walking around, looking like that." Mom swatted him with a magazine. "You lecherous old pig; first of all, she's way too young for you, second, she's your daughter, and most important, you're already taken!" "Anyone remember me, Morgan, your son?" I asked plaintively. "Good lord mom, Jim chose Carrie Underwood because he thinks she's hot and now you've turned me into his wet dream!, I swear if he tries anything, I'll break his neck!" "I'm sure Jim will be a perfect gentleman," mom smiled. "Yeah sure," dad muttered under his breath. "If he is, someone better start CPR, quick." Minutes later, Jim knocked at the door. "Let me answer it mom," I couldn't wait to see Jim's expression. "No," mom insisted as she shooed me off to my room. "Go wait in your room until I call you. Tonight you're a lady and men expect to have to wait for a lady." I could hear mom and dad greeting Jim. After a little bit of small talk, it was time for me to make my entrance. "Carrie honey," mom called out. "Jim's here to take you to the show, are you ready?" "Yes mom, I'm ready," I called back in my best Carrie Underwood imitation. "Hi Jim, do I look all right?" I asked as I did a pirouette. Jim's eyes grew wide as he stared. "Is that really you, Morgan?" "No, Morgan's not here tonight Jim," I smiled and held out my hand. "I'm Carrie, remember?" Jim's gaze started at my heels and worked its way up to my head. "You're even prettier than the one that walked out on me; people are going to remember this show for a long, long, time." I took his arm and let him lead me to his car where he graciously held my door. "Thanks for your help Jim," I flashed him a smile as I tucked my skirt in. "Getting around in a gown and heels isn't easy." "You make it seem like you were born in them," Jim said in a sweet voice. "I hope you won't get upset but you're gorgeous!" Crap, he thought I was gorgeous but the best I could do was to say thanks when I had an urge to smear lipstick all over his face from my kisses! Jim was right; I did several of Carrie's songs, spaced in between the other entertainers. When the others had completed their sets, Jim walked out and told the audience that the final act of the show would be Carrie singing "All American Girl." I walked onto the stage wearing a denim miniskirt, a pullover top, and flip flops. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and my makeup was very subdued. I began singing and images of me in various outfits related to the song where projected on screens throughout the hall. I hammed it up by putting my hands together under my chin in a very flirtatious manner and then clasping them in front of me as I swayed from side to side When I did the last note of the song, I waved to the audience and performed a curtsy. The audience was on their feet, cheering, whistling, and clapping and didn't stop for several minutes. When they finally stopped, I smiled, waved, thanked them, and started to leave the stage. No matter how silly I had felt preparing for my performance, I was thrilled with the applause. Suddenly, cries of "Encore" rang out. I stood stunned, listening to the audience begging me to come back. There were so many songs I could've done, but when I walked back onto the stage and began singing, the Load Out Song, Jackson Browne's version of "Stay", was what I chose. People stay just a little bit longer We want to play -- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One more song-- I'd done all kinds of songs before but this was different. This time it wasn't Morgan Andrews pretending to be a girl, this time it was a beautiful (make that gorgeous) young woman imitating Carrie Underwood and delighting an audience that paid to see her do it. When I finished, the crowd rose in unison to cheer me. Jim met me backstage and congratulated me. "That was absolutely the best performance you've ever done!" Lost in character, I squealed and gave him a great big hug! "I've seen some very good impressions," A voice behind me said. "But without a doubt Miss, yours was the best I've ever seen." Embarrassed at having been caught acting like a girl, I pulled back from Jim to see my fan. The man introduced himself as the producer of a show featuring celebrity impressions. "If you've got some free time, I'd love to talk to you about my show, I would also like to make you a very generous offer." Talking to a stranger while wearing a skirt scared me a little; I moved closer to Jim and took his arm. I wanted to come across as forceful and in charge but instead I felt like a scared young girl. "Uh, what kind of offer?" I asked while holding onto Jim's arm for security. Big, tough, Morgan melted away into a confused, scared, little girl. I felt an overwhelming need to rely on someone so when the man asked if I was represented by anyone, I told him that Jimmy was my manager. Jimmy was a little taken aback but recovered quickly to take on the role of my manager. The man smiled at my display of innocence. "How about the three of us sit down and talk?" The offer amazed me; I'd never considered performing like this before and now I was being offered more money that I ever dreamed of making for three shows a week as Carrie Underwood. I'd even be given an advance to buy whatever wardrobe I'd need. While the guys talked shop, I hurried to the nearest bathroom to try to understand what was happening. Of course, I had to use the Ladies room but that didn't matter, I just needed a few minutes to collect my thoughts and dressed the way I was, the men's room was out of the question. I hated all the times when I had to play a girl's part in shows and after the Flower Drum Song, I swore that I'd never do it again, but I just couldn't leave Jim stranded when he came to me for help. Now I was being offered what to me was a ton of money to do exactly what I never wanted to do again. I didn't have the guts to say yes but I was hoping and praying that Jimmy was telling the man that I'd do it. Sure, I was selling my soul but why not? I mean my business degree wasn't getting me anywhere, employers weren't breaking down my door to hire me and when I did get an interview, I was often addressed as "Miss," which put the interviewer in an uncomfortable position which they typically handled by never contacting me again. I wasn't going to get rich working at the local convenience store; I had to find something else. I knew I could do the job; I'd done it dozens of times since I was a little kid and every time I did it, people told me how good I was. Nothing else I did earned me the kind of praise that performing as a girl did and now, I wasn't just getting a pat on the head; I was going to get some serious money too! I had it all planned out; three nights a week I'd do my Carrie Underwood routine and collect all kinds of money that I could use to buy a car and help out mom and dad. I'd bank a lot of what I was making since I didn't want to do that sort of thing forever and there was no telling how long Carrie's fame would last. If her star set, so would mine. There wasn't a lot of call for doing has-beens. Once I had enough stashed or didn't feel like doing it anymore, I'd just walk away. I hurried back to the guys to give them my decision. They were just shaking hands as I got there. "I'll send a copy of the contract by express mail," The man told Jim as he turned to leave. Turing to me, he smiled and said, "I hope to see you soon Miss Howe, I'm sure it will be a mutually beneficial relationship." "What happened Jimmy?" I asked. "Should I take the offer?" "First of all Melanie, I want to look over the contract Mr. Long's going to send and second, although I appreciate the chance to be your manager, why did you freak out like that? "It all happened so quickly," I shrugged. "That guy scared me; I'm standing there in a skirt, feeling all helpless; you were close so I latched onto you. You know all about this sort of thing so I figured you'd make a good manager. By the way, who's Melanie?" "You are," Jimmy laughed. "Mr. Long asked your name and I didn't want to tell him that it was Morgan Andrews, I didn't know how he'd feel about a guy being a beautiful singer. I always like the name Melanie and your mom's maiden name was Howe so you're Melanie Howe." What an odd situation, I thought as I gathered my wardrobe. I'm jumping at the chance to do something I hate, if I do it, I'll be doing it as Melanie Howe, but I felt sure that I would be okay if Jimmy was my manager. Jimmy helped me carry my stuff out to his car and held the door for me again. "Have I ever mentioned that you have great legs?" He asked as I slid into the car. "Settle down, will you? The damsel in distress and brave knight routine was just for show, I told you the guy scared me." "I don't mind," Jimmy smiled as he stared at my legs. "God, you looked so hot tonight, I'd give my right arm to be your boyfriend." "It's not going to happen," I said as I pulled my skirt down as far as I could get it. Jimmy was making me feel very self conscious by staring at my legs. "I'm not planning on making any changes so don't get your hopes up." Jimmy drove me home and rushed to open my door. "I can handle opening the door," I told him. "I've done it before, remember?" "Morgan's done it before," he grinned. "But tonight, you're a lady." I got out and started reaching for my outfits but Jimmy beat me to it. "A lady doesn't carry her own luggage when a gentleman's around." I was sure that he'd flipped out. He played the brave knight part without hesitating, he didn't bother telling Mr. Long that I was really a guy, and the gentleman part was kind of freaky. Nice, but still freaky. Dad opened the front door just as we got there. "You were fantastic honey," he said as he took one of my suitcases. "Your mom and I didn't want to make you nervous so we didn't tell you that we were going to the show." "You were wonderful, sweetheart," Mom gushed as she rushed to the door. "Let's sit down and you can tell us all about the show. Imagine, a standing ovation and an encore; that's a show people will remember for a long time!" "I told her that on the way," Jimmy said smugly. "And I was right, she was sensational!" Mom and dad looked at each other and sort of smiled. "You never told her anything! And he was sensational, not she!" I pounded my fist on the table for emphasis but it came off more as a little girl pouting. "Calm down, Melanie," Jim said in a soft, soothing voice. "It's honest mistake. No one in the audience thought they were watching a guy, Mr. Long didn't think you were a guy, and you played your part to the hilt when you grabbed my arm and told him I was your manager." Mom and dad were obviously confused. "Let's see if we can straighten this whole mess out," dad suggested. "Who's Melanie, who's Mr. Long, and when did Jim become your manager?" If only I was that tongue tied when Jim first came to me with his problem I wouldn't have had to explain all that stuff to my parents while I was sitting there in a mini skirt looking like a young girl. Jim went over everything without any joking; who Mt. Long was, how he had caught me off guard and how, feeling like I needed someone strong to lean on, I introduced Jim as my manager. "Morgan was standing alone, still in Carrie mode, when Mr. Long caught up with him. I'm not sure if the deal would've been offered if he reverted back to being Morgan." I saw my parents shoot each other knowing looks but chose to ignore them. Jim explained everything that he'd been told and said that he expected a written contract to be delivered the next day. "You're sure he offered that much money?" Dad whistled softly. "And all Morgan has to do is pretend that he's Carrie Underwood now and then?" "Amazing, isn't it?" I asked happily. "I pretend to be Carrie for a couple of hours a week and make a fortune. Almost too good to be true, right?" Jim shook his head. "I don't think you have any idea what's involved. You took off for the ladies room once I showed up, remember?" "I, uh, had to you know, and it's not like I could've used the men's room." I could tell Jim was PO'd by the look on his face and I had a pretty good idea who got him that way. "I'm not questioning why you used the ladies room, what I'm saying is that because you did, you have no idea what the deal would involve but you're sitting there shooting your mouth off!" I'd seen Jim mad before but this was different, he was steaming and I was the reason. "How hard could it possibly be?" I asked smugly. "I've been singing girl's parts since I was a kid; I did Carrie Underwood for the first time tonight and the audience loved it." "I have no doubt that you could handle the singing," He actually sneered at me! "But this will be completely different than anything you've ever done before. Do you know that you'll be performing on the other side of the state? You'll most likely rehearse several times a week in addition to the three shows you'll do." "Okay, that does make it a little different," I admitted. "But the money... ." "Did you hear what I said?" he screamed. "The other side of the state, about a six and a half hour drive. That means Morgan can't drive out, show up as Melanie for rehearsals and the shows, and come back as Morgan. It's just not possible!" I could just about hear the wheels in dad's mind turning. "He'd be living there as Melanie is what you're trying to tell him, right?" He asked. "All day, every day, for as long as he kept the job, he'd be Melanie." "You could do it," Mom said, positively giddy at the idea of my living as a woman. "We'll have to do some shopping, some casual outfits, a couple of dressy ones... ." I weighed everything over in my head. The money was unreal, more than I'd ever thought I could make. I could do the act, even Jim was sure of that. The living as Melanie though was the deal killer. Could I survive pretending to be a woman? "As your manager, I'd be there with you," Jim explained. "I'll be working for you; you'll pay my salary for as long as I work as your manager. It's not quite what you'll be getting but let's just say I won't starve." "How much?" I asked, point blank. "How much would I pay you as my manager?" "Ten percent of what the talent gets is standard," Jim smiled. "Take a look at the contract; do you think that I might starve on ten percent of that? I looked at Jim and realized that this would be his big break also. No more busting his buns to put together shows at community centers, instead of making a few hundred bucks here and there, he'd be getting real money as my manager, making sure that I was being properly booked and paid. I smiled. "No, you wouldn't starve, that's for sure." "Dear lord," Mom nearly fainted as she read over the contract. "Are you sure this is for real? "It's absolutely real," Jim tried to explain while mom was still conscious. "Melanie will make more money than any of us thought possible. But Mr. Long wants Melanie to perform, not Morgan." "Your taxes will be more than I make a year," dad joked. "She'll be paying quite a bit, I'm sure," Jim cocked an eyebrow. "But things like her wardrobe, hair styling, makeup, a car, and even my salary can be written off as necessary business expenses." "This would be a major addition to your meager resume," I teased. "This would be my resume," Jim came right back. "I've head of Keith Long; the performers working for him are very well taken care of. Some have moved on to solo careers and knowing Keith Long is like being their personal friend. A talent manager, who has a recommendation from Keith Long, doesn't sit in the waiting room of a booking agent, hoping to land a booking; they meet for lunch to decide when the performance will be." "Would you mind if Morgan took a little vacation?" I asked mom and dad. "This scares me but it's the break both Jim and I need." "But this really won't help you career-wise," dad cautioned. "Unless you plan to make a career out of imitating female singers." "Why not? I'm been doing it for free since grade school, now I have a chance to make my size, looks, and voice work for me instead of against me." "You'll be there to take care of her, won't you Jim?" Mom asked. "Yes I will Mrs. Andrews, whatever your daughter needs, I'll take care of, and you can count on that," Jim answered right away. "I'm sure Jim will take good care of Melanie," dad assured mom. "It's Melanie's decision now; it's up to her to decide if she can do this." The next day Jim, mom, dad, and I went over my contract. There no surprises; everything was right there just as Mr. Long said it would be. In about a month, I, Melanie Howe, would begin working for KL Entertainment doing celebrity impersonations. At first, I'd do Carrie Underwood but if everything worked out, I could do Faith Hill, or maybe even Taylor Swift. In the next month mom would have to turn me into the daughter she dreamed of, and considering what she had to work with, that would be more than enough time. "You're going to be a doll," Mom told me as we hit a mall the next morning. "I can't wait to teach you all about fashion and makeup, all the things a young lady needs to know." Mom was definitely in her glory; we went from store to store, from department to department, picking out dresses, skirts, jeans, shoes, and lingerie. I thought she was having a ball picking out just the right dresses but her excitement over dresses was nothing compared to when we picked out pretty little panties and all. "Do I really such frilly stuff, mom?" I blushed as mom handed me some of the sexiest bras and panties. "Do women really dress this way?" "Not every day sweetie," She patiently explained. "But there are times when a woman wants to treat herself, to feel all sexy and extra feminine, like for a date with a really cute guy, that's when she goes all out. "Remember when I bought you those sexy panties and bra sets for when you helped Jim out? I told you they'd help you get into the character of being a very pretty and feminine woman. Was I right?" I thought back to how I felt when Jim first picked me up. There was something about the way I was dressed that made Jim respond to me in a totally different way than ever before. That night, I wasn't his buddy helping him out, I was a beautiful woman. It was so freaky; I mean I actually felt like the woman Jim saw. Something inside of my changed when I pulled on the lace panties and the matching bra that evening; I felt incredibly feminine and sexy! When I came out of my room and did that little spin, I felt like a sexy woman and found myself hoping that Jim would find me sexy, sexy and desirable! That night, when I was on stage singing, I wasn't a guy imitating a woman, I was a woman! I was a beautiful woman, wearing a gorgeous gown, and my singing seemed to reflect that. All of those other times when I wore girl's clothes and sang at school, I felt silly but that night I just felt right and my performance was riveting. "Yes mom, you were right," I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Please don't say anything to dad and especially not Jim, but I felt so good that night. Whenever Jim complimented me, I'd act all put out but truthfully, I loved it!" "Your dad and I have talked about this often; we believe that you were never meant to be a boy, you changed when you put on a dress for the school shows you did," Mom whispered. "You enjoyed being a beautiful woman for Jim's show, so let yourself go, wear sexy lingerie, pretty dresses and tight jeans. Get your hair done, get manicures and pedicures, and pamper yourself the way that only a woman can be pampered." I imagined myself slipping into a pair of sexy panties, of fastening a pretty bra around my chest, pulling on a pair of tight jeans and a low cut top. I'd always found the sight of a woman in tight jeans wearing heels to be a turn on, would I now be the one turning guys on? I picked out several sexy bra and panty sets along with some pretty every day panties and bras. I stocked up on L'eggs pantyhose but I made sure to get a couple of pairs of extra sheer and silky ones that mom said would make me feel incredibly hot! "You don't have to dress like a street walker to turn men on," mom advised. "Don't club the guy over the head with your sexuality, let it sneak up on him, the way it did to Jim that night." I couldn't help myself, I started to giggle. "Thanks mom, it's great advice but I can't imagine ever needing it." "Did you enjoy sitting around the house with me and dad every weekend when other boys your age were taking girls to the school dance or a movie?" "I hated it," I replied sadly. "I tried my best but I couldn't seem to get a girl interested." Mom grinned. "Well, the pump's going to be on the other foot now Melanie; you can sit home the way you used to or enjoy the company of a nice man." "You want me to date other guys?" I asked, astonished that mom would suggest such a thing. "If you want to fit in as a woman, you'll have to do what women do," Mom said firmly. "You're going to be living and working as a young woman, a very attractive young woman. Men will be attracted to you and you might just find yourself attracted to them." "No, no chance of that!" "What happened when Jim drove you to the hall, did he compliment you?" "Well, yeah," I gave her the point. "He told me that I was so good at maneuvering in a gown and heels that it seemed like I was born in them. He kept rushing to open the car door for me, he held doors for me at the center, and he did tell me that I have great legs." "And you ate it up, didn't you?" She prodded. "You felt special and pretty, didn't you?" "Uh huh," I mumbled. "When Mr. Long surprised me after the show, I acted like a scared little girl and grabbed Jim's arm. I felt so odd; weak, you know what I mean?" Mom nodded in agreement. "That's a normal feeling for a woman when a man surprises her. Physically, we're no match for men so we rely on other men to protect us." That's when mom dropped the bombshell on me. "It felt good to be holding Jim like that, didn't it?" "Oh god yes," I giggled as I remembered how good it felt to latch onto Jim's arm. "I felt so safe, so secure." "Did you want to kiss him?" "I don't know mom," I choked a little as I answered. "I mean he made me feel so good with all of his compliments and having him there when Mr. Long showed up made me feel secure. I felt funny so I ran off to the bathroom. I was having funny feelings about Jim so I thought it was a good idea to get away from him." I felt so much better after talking things over with mom. I really didn't have anything to lose; I had no close friends except Jim, and even though I had always refused to admit it, I secretly enjoyed the times when I dressed up like a girl and sang. When the day came for me to leave, mom and I were both in tears. When I was finally able to stop crying, I thanked mom for all she'd done to help me "Stay in touch," Dad ordered. "Your mom and I want to know how things are working out for you, okay? If you have any problems, remember that you're always welcome home again. As Morgan or Melanie, it won't matter." "Thanks dad," I hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I think I can make something out of this but it's good to know that I can always come back again." As we drove away Jim wanted to know what was up with kissing my dad. "I'm trying to get into my role," I smiled and shrugged. "I thought it would be nice to give dad a kiss; he's a real sweetheart." Jim smiled and sighed. "It's still hard to believe that this is all happening; and all because you helped me out . You were amazing in the show; not to mention how hot you looked!" Jim sort of cringed at his last remark, probably thinking that I was going to be mad. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say that." "What?" Jim asked in shock. "No punches, no yelling at me?" "Why would I do that?" I pretended to be confused. "I worked very hard to look nice for the show, I'm glad you appreciated it." "Who are you? You practically reamed me out the night of the show for telling you the same thing and now you're thanking me?" "Things are different now Jim," I giggled as I smiled at him. "I hope you won't mind?" "You're kidding, right? I'm gonna be hanging out with Carrie Underwood, why would I mind?" "Because I'm not Carrie Underwood, I'm Melanie Howe, remember?" I punched him as hard as I could but he just laughed. Jim glanced at my smooth legs sticking out from my cute skirt, and then looked at my face. "I promise not to forget again," He paused briefly before adding "Melanie." I was flirting with my best friend, but did he realize it? "I'm going to need your help, you know, I have a lot to learn about being a girl and I think you can teach me a lot about how to handle guys." Jim seemed a tiny bit confused. "I could do a much better job teaching you about girls." "Like what?" I was irritated, how did he get so many dates when he was so dense? "Can you teach me how to shave my legs? How about makeup Jim, can you show me how to fix my makeup to go from innocent to sultry? Ever spend much time in heels? If not, how would you be able to teach me?" Jim had always been easy going, sort of on the mild mannered side, but he never backed down from a fight and he cure wasn't going to back down from one then. "Will you take a Midol or something?" He growled. "You haven't been in skirts that long and you're already a bitch! No, I can't teach you to shave your legs, I don't know squat about makeup or heels but from watching you, I can't imagine that you need any help in those areas. You looked pretty damned hot at the show, and I remember telling you that you looked as if you were born in a gown and heels. So what the hell am I going to teach you?" "What to do if a guy comes onto me? How I can get a guy to come on to me? Stuff like that." "How should I know what you would do if a guy comes on to you? I don't think you need you do anything but smile to get a guy to come on to you but why would you want one to anyhow?" "I dunno, mom said I should try being a girl." Jim sat silent for several long minutes. "Are you going to answer me or just sit there?" I prodded. "You want to try being a girl? How do you do that and why?" He snarled in a confused manner. "I mean you're going to be Melanie as long as you work for KL Entertainment, what else is there?" I just couldn't take it anymore and blew up. "It's how I'm Melanie, numb nuts! I know how to be a girl on stage but I've never been one anywhere else. Do you think guys will be interested in me? Should I be interested in them? What if I want one to be interested?" "I can't believe we're having this conversation," He always went into a stare when he was trying to sort out a tough problem just as he was doing then, staring at the red light we were stopped at. "Don't tune me out Jim, please? I need your help, there's no one else I can turn to or trust." Jim returned to the world just as the light changed. He looked over at me in a way that I'd never seen before. "Guys will be interested, bet your paycheck on that. You're pretty, very pretty, but you have to decide how far to take this girl stuff. I don't want to scare you; first because we're friends and second, I can really use the paycheck I'll get, but you do need to sort things out. You weren't making it as a guy; too nerdy and all, but you make one hell of a hot chick. Go with it, if a guy asks you out and you think he might be fun, give it a shot. If you want a guy to be interested, hell, just smile at him; between your cute face and your hot little body, he'll never have a prayer. That might not have been what you wanted to hear but it's common sense, you're a girl now so do what girls do." I didn't think my question was all that hard but Jim certainly didn't have any answers. "Now you're talking in riddles, can't you just tell me what a girl does?" "For god's sakes Melanie, you must've had some fantasies about girls, do what you wanted the girls to do to you!" I thought about some of my favorite fantasies and got lost in my dreams. "I don't think you should go quite that far at first," I heard Jim laugh in my dream. "Besides, you're really not equipped for it!" It might've strained our friendship if I told him that I was picturing myself lying in bed wearing one of the flimsy negligees mom had urged me to buy, while he was slowly doing a strip tease, making me hotter by the second. Nah, not a good idea to tell him about all of the sordid, perverted, nasty, wonderful things he was doing to me in my dream. When we finally arrived, Jim not only opened my door but held my hand to help me down from the truck. "Thanks Jim, I've gotten out dozens of times but it's different with a skirt on. I guess everything's going to be different now," I don't know what made me do it, but I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. I smiled as he started unpacking suitcases from the truck. "You might make a good knight in shining armor after all." It felt so good to have Jim taking care of me, helping me out of the truck, carrying suitcases for me; I thought that I could almost get used to having him around on a regular basis until he pulled out the fifth suitcase of mine. "Why did you pack so much?" He whined. "I've got about three suitcases, this is the fifth one of yours so far and there are a couple more to go yet!" "It's different for girls Jimmy," I said softly. As Morgan, I would've told him to shut up but now, as Melanie, I appreciated his help and it made me feel bad that he had all that work to do. "I need more clothes now that I'm Melanie," I was nearly apologizing but it still didn't seem to be enough. "I can't just throw on a jersey and a pair of jeans like you can; I have to make sure everything's coordinated and I can't wear the same outfit for days in a row like I used to." "I'm sorry, Melanie," He laughed under his breath as he picked up the last of my stuff. Holding up the smallest case, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Makeup? Don' tell me I have to put up with this crap all over the bathroom; I thought I was done with that when I left home. I had to clear a spot every morning when I shaved!" I couldn't help but smile, Jimmy looked so cute when he pretended to be upset. "I told you Jimmy, it's different for girls. As Melanie, I have to look beautiful, and that means lots of different outfits, makeup, nail polish, all kinds of things that I never had to mess with before." He was about to say something but I playfully put a finger to his lips. " I suppose we could forget all of this, I'll go back to being plain old Morgan Andrews again and you can go back to hustling shows at community centers again. Would you like that Jimmy?" I refused to remove my finger from his lips. "Just nod your head sweetie. Do you want to go back to the old days?" Jim vigorously shook his head from side to side. "Good, cause I kinda like being Melanie. I can't really explain it but I think this is really going to be a blast. This is the break we both need; please don't mess it up, okay?" I asked in a voice so sweet it even surprised me! "I'm sorry," he grinned and quickly apologized when I moved my finger. "You're gonna have to go easy on me; I'm not used to having such a pretty girl as my roommate, I'll cut you whatever slack you need." "Okay," I used the same, soft, sweet voice again. "But you'll have to cut me some slack if I do things like this once in a while. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek which resulted in his cheeks turning bright red. "Thank you, thank you so much! This is like a dream come true for me and I owe it all to you!" I suddenly found myself with his arms wrapped tightly around me, his face mere inches from mine. Whatever rational thoughts that had been in my head just seconds before were gone. I inched closer, tightened my grip on him, and raised my head to meet his lips with mine. I was in heaven until he suddenly broke off our embrace before we could kiss. "That was so not good!" he scowled. "What got into me?" "My tongue if you'd have given me a few more seconds," I pouted. "I almost kissed you, Morgan." He sounded horrified, I felt horribly let down. "No you didn't." I intensified my pout. "You almost kissed me, Melanie Howe, and I wasn't going to complain." "That's what was so wrong." "Get over it will you, you're acting like a big baby!" I stepped back and put my hands on my hips. "I'm stuck as Melanie, not that I'm complaining mind you, but I'm still stuck. Nothing's really changed for you but everything's changed for me. I have to be a woman all day, every day, isn't that what you told me?" "Yes, but not with me." "We're going to be living together and if I'm a woman, all day, every day, how do you plan on my not being one with you? How did you get this far in life being such a dolt?" "You're right, but do you have to throw yourself at me like that?" "Throw myself at you? You idiot, you moron!" I screamed. "I wasn't throwing myself, I was thanking you! Didn't a girl ever give you a kiss for doing something for her?" "Sure." A smile played across his face. "Like for allowing them the pleasure of spending an evening with me." "And I thought all the boobs around here were in my bra! Get serious, you must've slipped up once and been a gentleman and gotten a kiss for it." "I get your point., okay. Yes, there were times that girls kissed me for helping them. That's okay, but you're slapping a lip lock on me isn't!" "How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't my idea to slap a so called lip-lock on you? I kissed you on your cheek, a perfectly acceptable way for a girl to thank a guy. You were the one who threw his arms around me and tried to squeeze the breath out of me. You were the one who was moving in to kiss me, on my lips, not my cheek!" "Chill, will ya? I told you that I made a mistake! I got carried away with the moment, that's all. I promise never to do that again, okay?" And why not?" I scowled and stared at him; with any luck my stare would reduce him to ashes! "What's wrong with me? What made those other girls so special that you'd not only accept a kiss from them, but kiss them back? I spent a lot of money on clothes, hair extensions, and some other things that you don't need to know about so that I'd look pretty; did I waste all that money?" Jimmy stepped forward and stared into my eyes. I put up with it for as long as I could before I exploded - again. "You're up to something, I can tell. I know all of your little tricks so you might as well knock it off now!" "Oops, my bad." He chuckled but not before moving out of range of my kicking. "I was just trying to see where you hid my buddy Morgan, that's all. I know he's in there somewhere, but you must have him tied up so tightly that he can't get loose. Did you gag him too, cause I haven't heard a peep out of him since we got here." He was so into his silly little routine that he didn't notice that I'd crept closer until my foot came into contact with his leg. "Holy mother of god!" he screamed as he danced around in pain. "Why did you have to do that? Can't you take a joke anymore?" "You stupid jackass! This isn't a joke," I swept my hands over my skirt, my top, my boobs, my butt, everything that had been changed for this job. "I have to pull this off or you're going to be back hustling nickel and dime shows, and I'll be back at 7-11, making Slurpees! I can guaran-damn-tee you that I'm not going back to 7-11 so you'd better forget about Morgan and start treating me like Melanie!" Jimmy was too stunned to respond. In all the years we'd known each other, I'd never chewed him out like that before. It tore me up to ream him a new one like that but suddenly, a dream was within my reach; a dream that meant everything to me, and I wasn't going to let him screw it up! To my surprise Jimmy moved closer and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. He planted a kiss on the top of my head and told me that he was sorry for having hurt me like he did and that he'd never be that stupid again. I melted into him, looked up, smiled and told him that I forgave him before I nestled my head against his chest. He stiffened briefly but then relaxed and let me lay against him for awhile. We got everything settled over the next couple of days and then it was time for me to start my new job. Jimmy was right, the job was a lot of work; I spent several days a week practicing my singing and dancing as Carrie. I thought I was pretty good already but Mr. Long was a perfectionist; every one of his performers had to be as close to perfect as they could get. In my case, for example, Carrie Underwood was known for projecting her voice as she sang; my imitation of her at the Community Center had been very good but Mr. Long scheduled me for voice lessons so I could learn to sing the same way that Carrie did. There were some days, after long rehearsals made up of hour after hour of singing, and dancing, alone and as part of a group, that I came home totally beat. Individual voice and dance lessons were tough enough but learning to sing in a group while also learning dance steps was a killer! When you see that sort of thing being done, you don't give a thought to the intricate movements required to pull it off; I had to keep from colliding with other dancers and if I had a partner for a dance sequence, he and I had to practice our steps until we could do them without a thought; he probably thought that he had the tough part, leading me around the stage, smiling at the audience, and watching out for other dancers but with the exception of leading myself around the stage, I had to do everything he did while wearing heels! Don't get me wrong, I loved dancing in heels; I felt wonderful perched atop a three inch heel that ended in a tiny point, guys didn't wear shoes like that, only girls did, especially pretty, feminine girls like me! As for the shows, I got to wear so many pretty outfits, jeans, shorts, skirts, dresses, and gowns. I loved wearing the gowns the most; each one was breathtakingly beautiful and thanks to the padding I wore, each fit me perfectly, showing off curves that no guy should have. I hadn't mentioned to Jimmy how I got to look so good; he knew the hot little body I enjoyed showing off in tight jeans couldn't be real but he avoided asking for details of how I went from a skinny guy in his mid twenties to a pretty young woman with a hot body! At least he did until one day when he accidentally walked into the bathroom just as I stepped out of the tub.His eyes went from my breasts to my crotch and back again several times before settling on my crotch "Jimmy!" I screamed and wrapped myself in a towel. "What hap, hap, happened?" He stuttered, not taking his eyes from my crotch despite the towel. "Nothing happened, and please knock before walking in!" "But your pecker, it's gone, and you're butt, it looks great," For a guy who supposedly got the shock of his life, he sure was smiling. "My breasts and everything else are fake, you know that. Mom and I did some research and found a place online where a guy could order a fake chest and bottom that glued on to fit like a second skin." I don't know why I expected to have an intelligent discussion with Jimmy on the mechanics of men disguising themselves as women; instead, he was doing his best to peer through the towel I'd wrapped around me. "They're fake Jimmy, fake!" I screamed to get his attention to my face rather than my chest. I truly understood why women complained about how men treated them when they talked; I honestly doubt that Jimmy heard a single word coming from me. A good swift kick to his shin finally brought him from his little fantasy. "Crap, what is it with you and kicking?" he screamed as he rubbed his shin. "I tried talking but you were too engrossed in some filthy little fantasy involving me to pay attention. Next time I'll have to kick a little higher to make sure I have your attention." "I was not having a filthy little fantasy about you!" he insisted childishly. I smiled, and opened the towel to show a little of my breasts and his eyes glazed over within seconds. One big weak spot that Jimmy had was that he'd practically lose consciousness if he went into his fantasy about being with a pretty girl. His breathing would slow down, his eyes would glaze over, and he was pretty much lost to the world. I knew that Jimmy was a breast man; he never failed to comment on a girl's chest, making statements like "What a rack," so his interest in my breasts wasn't anything really surprising. I mean he knew that they were fakes, I'd just got done telling him that but still, they were very god fakes and they certainly impressed Jimmy. I was just a little flattered that I could get him all worked up but yet, I knew it wasn't good to have my best friend fantasizing about me. I could've taken the high road and kicked him back to his senses again but I felt just a little bit mischievous so I smiled and opened the towel a little bit more. "Aren't they nice Jimmy? They're very soft and when I squeeze them, it feels so-o-o good!" Jimmy was way past all reasoning so I figured he deserved what I was doing to him. I dropped the towel so that it left my breasts uncovered but nothing further. I reached over and took his hand. "Would you like to feel them Jimmy," I cooed as I brought his hand closer to my chest. "Did I tell you how good it feels when I squeeze them? Jimmy's head was bouncing up and down, for all practical purposes, I had him bewitched and befuddled. "If you kiss me, I'll let you squeeze my boobies," I teased, wondering how far I could actually get him to go. "Will you give me a big wet kiss, right on my pretty lips, Jimmy? He leaned closer, placing one hand on my right breast while the other went over my shoulders. He smiled as he moved in for a kiss, I placed a hand on top of his to keep him from moving it. Just as he was about to kiss me, I whispered sweetly. "Remember Morgan, Jimmy?" It was hilarious! His eyes nearly bulged out of his head and a look of terror swept across his face. I held his hand over my breast as if I had caught him in the act. "Don't you want to kiss me?" I asked in a little girl voice? "You said you did, remember?" Jimmy pulled back so fast that I almost lost my grip on his hand. "What the hell happened?" He was shaking like a leaf but still looking at my chest. "Don't you remember? You told me how pretty I was, and how I was so sexy that you got stiff every time you thought about me?" He smiled briefly but just as quickly he scowled. "No, I didn't say that, please tell me I didn't say that." I looked down at his hand still laying on my breast and decided that I just couldn't go any further. "Relax, you hot stud. You didn't say any of those things and I put your hand there. It would've ended up there in a second or so, but I confess to putting it there. You're incredibly easy to seduce so the next time I try to talk to you and you just stare at me, you may find yourself in bed wondering how far you actually went with me!" That stupid grin crept across his face again; he was actually wondering what it would be like to get me into bed. "Not going to happen, so get your butt back to the world now!" He liked his lips and leered at me. "You're not the first girl to tell me that, you know?" "Maybe not," I smiled as sweetly as I could before blowing his little fantasy to smithereens. "But I'll bet that I'm the first guy to ever tell you that, right?" "You are truly cruel, Melanie," he glowered. "Yep, life's a beach Jimmy," I shrugged. "And then the tide comes in." Jimmy and I settled into a truce after that, he didn't zone out on me anymore and I didn't try to cripple him. He teased me now and then about having his way with me but it was all good natured fun. Jimmy turned out to be a great manager; there were no speed bumps in my career, he always scouted everything out well in advance. If Mr. Long proposed any changes in my contract such as doing extra shows or imitating another celebrity, Jimmy always managed to get a little extra money in my contract and always made certain that I understood exactly what I'd need to do. There were so many times that he took care of the little problems that might crop up; I couldn't imagine not having him around. There were about twenty of us who worked for Mr. Long; seven guys and thirteen girls and we all got along with no complaints. Rehearsing wasn't a necessary evil, it was more like rehearsing for school plays only this time, there were no odd looks directed at me. I was Melanie Howe, another member of Mt. Long's group of talented performers, and most importantly to me, just another one of the girls! I was accepted into the cast without question; I got invited to girl's night outs, Mary Kay and Tupperware parties, and one or two lingerie parties. I joined the bowling league and took over as shortstop on the softball team when another girl left to get married. Life was wonderful, I was finally accepted and popular. Of course, every silver lining has a cloud and mine was no exception. I was popular all right, but my popularity wasn't limited to my girlfriends in the group, it extended to one or two guys in the group and a few that I'd met courtesy of my girlfriends. I was able to fend off the guys in my group by saying that I didn't want to get involved with someone I worked with in case it didn't work out; I didn't want our personal problems to spill over into our professional lives. That worked well with the guys in the group but my girlfriends were always offering to fix me up with one of their brothers, cousins, or whatever and I really hated to keep turning them down. After all, they'd been so nice and accepted me into the group without question. One evening I happened to mention my problem to Jimmy over dinner. "So what's holding you back?" he asked. "Unless you enjoy spending your free time watching TV and doing your nails?" "You know very well what's holding me back; I'm not into dating other guys and even if I was, I can't risk them finding out about me." "Okay, let's look at this logically. How many dates have you been on in your whole life? Two, right? How many of the girls in the group do you think would be willing to date you? My guess is none. You'll be going on a date, dinner, a movie, amusement park; something like that, not checking into some sleazy motel. Oh, and last but hardly least, I saw you naked, remember? Remember my reaction?" I started to giggle as I thought back to that time. "After you nearly passed out from the shock, you went off to your own little world and tried to cop a cheap feel!" "What did you expect from me when I saw my buddy with boobs and a bush? As for my little world, I happen to like it there, I've had many pleasant memories of that place and if I remember correctly, you set me up; you put my hand on your boob and asked me if I wanted to squeeze it." "Point well made," I tittered. "I readily admit you were a lot of fun to tease!" "Moving on," I could tell he wanted to get off the subject. "Having seen you naked, I will happily swear on my mother's grave that no one would ever think that you were a guy." "Your mom's still alive Jimmy," I playfully reminded him. "But she does have a grave picked out so I could swear on it!" He countered. "So what are you saying, exactly?" "You're not Morgan Andrews, you may never be Morgan Andrews again. You're Melanie Howe, a hot looking chick who can turn a guy on just by walking past him. You've got it babe, so flaunt it! When a guy smiles at you, smile back, flirt a little, enjoy being a pretty girl, if a guy asks you out and he seems okay, go." "You uh, wouldn't think that there was something wrong with me if I went out with guys?" I asked timidly. "No, but I would think you were nuts if you didn't," He came over and actually gave me a hug. "You've got a new life Melanie, enjoy it. Someday you may decide to go back to being Morgan, I doubt it, but you never know. Before you make that decision though, I think you should let Melanie loose so that you can have something to compare your old life with." His hug felt so good. I felt so secure, and so happy, that I gave him a kiss. "I'll never wash my lips again," He teased "If you keep that up, I may just keep you as my personal sex slave." I kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful, do you know that? If the position ever opens up, let me know, I may want to apply." I took Jimmy's advice and let Melanie loose; I shocked my girlfriends by agreeing to a few of their blind date set up's and I went on dates with several guys I'd met. I never had so much fun before! I was well treated, most of the guys were a blast to be with; some were funny, a few were romantics, and all were gentlemen. Doors were opened, packages were carried, and all I had to do was smile and maybe give them a kiss or two. I saw a few movies and went to a couple of concerts but once I went Line Dancing with a guy, I was hooked. I loved country western music and enjoyed the choreography of the dance routines I did at work and Line Dancing combined the two. Even after I parted with the guy who introduced me to it, I still went as often as I could and even managed to talk Jimmy into going by telling him about the hot looking girls with the short denim skirts and boots! Jimmy wasn't exactly a wallflower; he admitted to having more dates since we started working than ever before. Since he didn't have to work with my girlfriends, I happily set him up with a few. He was cute after all, (yeah, cuteness had somehow crept into my life and was a big part of how I evaluated things, especially guys.), fun to be around, and from what I heard from the other girls, a fantastic kisser too. Some nights, after we got back from dates, Jimmy and I would kick back with a cold drink and compare out date. I'd only had two dates before becoming Melanie but it didn't bother me at all to hear about the girls Jimmy dated; it should've seemed odd but I had no desire at all to go out with the girls, unless it was a shopping trip, in which case it was dangerous to get between me, my friends, and a mall! Like most guys, I couldn't understand the grip that shopping had on women. If I needed something, I went and bought it. If I didn't need anything, I saw no point in shopping. As Melanie though, all that reasoning went out the window. Like any other woman my age, I loved to shop. My friends and I would spend hours trying on different outfits at the mall, sometimes we'd buy, sometimes not. We had to know what would look best on us, what would go best with outfits we already owned, and what to buy when it went on sale. I couldn't just go out at the last minute and buy a dress for a date; I might not have the right shoes or purse to go with it and heaven forbid, it might not be on sale. As a guy those things weren't important but as a woman, they were critical. So many things were different for me as a young woman but I didn't mind, life was simply wonderful! After nearly a year, Mr. Long gave his blessing for me to branch out and do solo work as a singer in my own right, rather than just imitating others. I was flabbergasted that people would pay just to hear me sing but Jimmy found me one booking after another! I was extremely busy on my own but any time Mr. Long needed another performer, I always made time to help. After all, if not for him, I'd be a poor, lonely, schmuck making Slurpees rather than a hot looking, popular young woman with a fat bank account thanks to her singing abilities. Of course, as promised, I kept mom and dad up to date on everything; even my social life. At first, I didn't want to say anything about dating but I let slip that Jimmy and I were sharing a townhouse which prompted mom and dad to ask if he was being a gentleman. I rushed to stick up for Jimmy, saying that he was a perfect gentleman and knowing that he was near made me feel better when I brought a guy home. I hit send before thinking and was overwhelmed with requests from mom and dad about my dating habits, what kind of guys I went out with, where we went, and why I brought them home. I explained that Jimmy and I had talked it over and we agreed that it was best that I live my life as a normal young woman and that meant dating guys. I told them that I was very careful about the guys I went out with, where we went, how often I dated, and that I would occasionally invite a guy over for dinner and an evening of watching rented movies. The guys were always sweet and the knowledge that Jimmy lived there, while seeming a little odd to them, still kept them from getting too intimate. I didn't bother telling my parents about how it felt so good when I snuggled up to a guy while we were watching a movie or about the excitement I felt when he put his arms around me and held me tight, and I made sure that I didn't mention that I'd gone done on a couple who were really cute and sexy! It all started one evening with John, a guy I'd been dating steadily for a few months; after I cooked a romantic dinner, John and I snuggled close on the couch and I laid my head on his lap. He began running his fingers through my hair and leaning over to kiss me. After about five minutes or so, I noticed that