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"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project" (part III) Rick drove along by himself the next day, out of the city and into the suburbs in the same direction his driver had taken him and Ms. Lawrence only the day before. He had to laugh to himself. He'd just sent a dear family friend back home with her head spinning! He'd challenged her expertise and just as expected she snapped at the hook! He loved doing business and relished his skills and knowledge of human nature. Of course Ms. Lawrence would have to close her place down and move out because this wasn't any two week crash course. No, this would be the full course, complete in every detail, the "whole way!" She'd be moved into one of the deluxe apartments in Rick's building with an open expense account of course, and enough money as payment when the job was done for her to retire in truly grand style. It was a strange offer to be sure, and after all it wasn't illegal. And it was a challenge! But, as Rick had mentioned, in all likelihood there probably wasn't a chance. You couldn't come out and just blurt it out, no, he had to be careful, working his magic slowly, step by step. Maybe Mr. Timothy Benson wouldn't go for it, maybe he'd cause a scene at such an idea. Everything went through Rick's mind as he drove along. But still, the plan was moving along, albeit at a snails pace. "Patience, patience," he told himself as he wheeled the black Bugatti Veyron into the parking lot of "Hardware-World!" The electric glass doors slid open and Rick entered the large store and began looking for Tim. He browsed the aisles and finally recognized the slightly built young man in the lighting section. Rick began looking at the lights, switches and finally the light bulbs. He interrupted the man in the red hardware vest. The name on the name tag said Tim! "I have a desk lamp that quit on me, I need some bulbs but not those curly-Que fluorescent ones. Terrible harsh light on those. I want the old style incandescent kind, you know what I mean? 60 watt?" Rick said as he stood talking to Tim looking him over at the same time. "We still have a few left, getting harder to find though. They have to quit making them, something about energy efficiency or something," Tim said as he managed to locate a small row of 60 watt bulbs at the back of the shelf. "Better give me two cartons then," Rick said as he looked on. Tim handed them over. "Thanks!" Rick said with a smile as he turned away. Tim returned to stocking shelves and noting his inventory sheet as Rick made his way to the check out. But Rick had seen enough. The quiet voice, the fine features were there, the well kept hair just long enough to keep a pony tail. He felt he was talking to the brother of the "lady" he'd seen at that lounge but he knew it was the same person and he wanted to know more! Three days later Tim got a letter from Mr. Hollingsworth. It seems that he now had an interview at the Hollingsworth Tower to talk with Mr. Hollingsworth himself! The interview was in three days time, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The letter mentioned bookkeeping, one of Tim's subjects in college. He felt he might be getting the chance to move up finally, but he didn't remember ever applying to Mr. Hollingsworth's company. Nevertheless, he took the letter to work with him the next day! "So you see Mr. Jacobs, I'm going to need half a day off on Tuesday, if that's alright?" Tim asked as he stood in front of the bosses cluttered desk at the corner of the back stockroom of "Hardware-World". "Well, I can't spare you!" the man groaned looking at the schedule as he chewed on his stub of a cigar, his white shirt wrinkled, his dark blue tie slightly loose and with a coffee stain in place of a tie-tack. "It's only one afternoon," Tim returned. "You're coming up in the company aren't you boy? You're assistant manager now," the man replied, hurt as if he was being betrayed. "One of five assistant managers Mr. Jacobs. I hardly get a day off since you promoted me and I never get any vacation time. What's a half a day?" Tim went on. "Well, it's the busy time of year, you know that. The holidays are just around the corner, we've got three people out sick the way it is. I just can't spare you!" the store manager replied. It was final. Tim put the paper back into his pocket. "Oh, and I'll need you for some weekend overtime next week too, okay?" Mr. Jacobs said adding insult to injury as Tim turned and went back to work. Three days later Rick sat at his desk looking at the ornate gold clock on the burnished paneled wood wall drumming his fingers on the desk. The clock chimed 2 pm. He waited until the echo of the chime died then called his secretary on the intercom. "That interview show up yet Janie?" he asked. "No sir, not yet," she replied as Rick sat back a bit...miffed! Two days later, back at "Hardware-World" the staff was standing in the main check out area of the store. The manager, Mr. Jacobs stood in front sans cigar but with the same wrinkled white shirt stood as the zone manager, the "big boss" spoke to the assembled masses! "This store has been acquired this morning by the Reynolds Lawn Care company, a subsidiary of Hollingsworth Industries Holdings Incorporated. They've bought up our entire series of 6 stores in the entire region. Now, I'll be retiring and I know, you must be worried that the new outfit is going to come in and restructure and all of that, but don't worry! There will be some restructuring but in this case let me assure you that this 'new broom' won't sweep clean! We'll go through the records but nearly all of you will be retained and with a 10% raise in salary effective immediately! There's even a stock plan, retirement and a bonus structure! How's that huh!?" The elderly man in the suit said with an excited smile as the crowd began to murmur in shocked surprise! "So, back to work everybody, that's all for now. You'll be given the new store prospectus in a day or two outlining everything. Thank you for your time," The man said dismissing the staff, with the exception of Mr. Jacobs whom he gestured over. "Max? Let's ungh, let's go to your office, have a little chat," the man said. A half hour later Tim Benson took a bit of a break from work to watch out the window. A smile on his face was soon followed with a chuckle as he watched his former boss Mr. Jacobs walking to his car grumbling, carrying a worn briefcase, a spare cat food box filled with his office supplies and a small potted plant that used to sit on the desk in his now, former office! Across the street in an Arby's parking lot sat a new Jeep Wrangler. Inside the Jeep Rick was watching, taking his second bite of his medium roast beef sandwich and reaching for another pinch of curly fries. He chuckled as he watched Mr. Jacobs stumbling up to his car across the way, setting his boxes on the roof of the car then angrily throwing his cigar down as he fumbled for his car keys. "Push me around huh buddy? Well, take that!" He chuckled with a mouthful of sandwich. He then took a drink through the straw from the large cup of soda as he drove away satisfied. That evening, Tim got another letter from Hollingsworth Enterprises. A new interview was scheduled for the next afternoon. The job was still open. Tim found he could now attend to see just what this interview was all about! He picked out his best suit that evening, the same one that Rick had slid out of the way to get to the boxes at the back of Tim's closet! Tim looked at the now quiet lounge as he entered the big downtown sky scraper. He momentarily thought about the Halloween party then quickly moved to the elevator. After checking the directory in the glass paneled case on the wall he entered the elevator and pushed the button. He then found himself on the way to the uppermost floors of the Hollingsworth empire! "Ricart Richard Hollingsworth. Call me Rick!" Rick said as he stood over his desk shaking Tim's hand. "Hey, the lightbulb guy!" Tim said in revelation. "Yeah that's right! Have a seat!" Rick said with a smile. "Coffee, soda?" he asked. Tim waved and shook his head "no." "The letter said something about bookkeeping? I took a few courses in college but that wasn't my major Mr. Hollingsworth," Tim said sheepishly. "Why am I here? I mean a company this big has to have dozens of guys with degrees in bookkeeping, banking, securities and all the rest, you know? How'd you pick me anyhow?" he wondered. "I got your name from canvassing area colleges, going over recent graduates records with the registrars. Purely a scouting effort. You see, we feel that if we don't bring in new talent every now and then that we'll get stale, maybe even fall behind. We can't have that. So, to stay competitive we hire new folks now and then to bring in new talent, new ideas," Rick said giving his practiced executive spiel. But, I've only got some bookkeeping. I've got a basic BA degree. Some political science, sociology, a little psychology, math, English. I have some computer work, some art, graphic design. I even took a course in making pottery. It's just a standard liberal arts degree, nothing special," Tim said assuredly. "That's exactly what we're looking for!" Rick said with enthusiasm. "It's a combination of all your talents. We need to count beans, track trends, look at computer software, develop new and improved company logos, there's a multitude of things to do," Rick said as Tim looked around the large, lavish office. "I want someone new, someone with a fresh perspective. What do you say? We just bought a large share of the hardware store you now work for. Technically, you won't even have to switch jobs! We'll just move your records over here to the corporate offices and continue on. Simple huh?" he finished. "Pay and benefits?" Tim asked. "Not a problem. To start I'll quadruple your pay, and of course there's full benefits," Rick said with assurance. "What's my job title," Tim went on. "You'll be an executive assistant, my executive assistant, new projects," Rick worked hard to not give anything away. "Can you start next Monday, 8 am?" "Y...yeah! Sure, I guess!" Tim said with a surprised smile. "Do you have a passport?" Rick asked. Tim shook his head "no," Rick got on the intercom. "Janie!? I'm sending a Mr. Tim Benson out. Get a set of passport papers going, photos, stamps arrange shots etcetera, you know. I'll need that passport on my desk bright and early Monday morning, okay?" he said finishing that conversation then turning back to Tim. "Nice to have you onboard! Oh, pack a suitcase for a couple of weeks!" Rick finished pleased as he shook Tim's hand once again. Tim smiled as he left the office stunned. Rick found Tim's passport on his desk when he arrived at 8am sharp. By 8:45 Rick and Tim were taxiing for the runway in one of the company Gulfstream V's! Tim tightening his seatbelt a bit more than needed looked out the window as the plane reached the runway. The pilot came on the intercom. "Welcome to Hollingsworth corporate flight three-one. We'll be flying at flight level 36,000 feet and have filed the flight plan for 440 knots. The weather today is clear, no flight delays on the board, we should be in New York on time and on schedule, ETA one hour- twenty-three minutes. Welcome aboard! Please make sure your seats are in the upright position and that your seat belts are properly fastened. Enjoy the flight." The engines began to whine and then roar. Tim hung onto the padded armrests of the expensive leather seat. Rick noticed the white knuckles. "Never been in a corporate jet before?" he asked. "Never been in any airplane before!" Tim gasped now feeling the G-force as the plane streaked down the runway then arced gracefully shooting into the sky, the landing gear retracting. He gasped as he felt the floating sensation of flight. "Relax! You get used to it," Rick chuckled before he returned to his Wall Street Journal. Tim looked around at the opulence of the jet's interior, the burled walnut wood trim, the leather seating, the suede wall coverings the thick cut pile carpeting. The place smelled of money. After the short hop the plane landed at JFK airport in New York, on schedule. Then after a short helicopter ride they were landing on the front end landing pad of a large yacht that was already underway ten miles out to sea! "Shit! What is this Mr. Hollingsworth!?" Tim said as he followed Rick while the Captain welcomed them aboard and the head steward took him and Tim to the master cabin which was the size of a large multi-room apartment on the top floor of the ship and privately separated from the rest of the 15 person crew that tended to the ship and the needs of the guests. Once the bags were brought to the main salon Rick and Tim were left alone. "What am I doing here Mr. Hollingsworth?" Tim said as he looked around, now on a ship at sea! He noticed the fine appointments, expensive furnishings, the wet bar and the nearby Steinway concert grand piano, it's black polished finish shining in the light! It was all too much. "What are you doing here?" Rick returned. "Look, I'm just an average guy, a ham-and-egger Mr. Hollingsworth. I just don't rate this kind of treatment!" Tim said as he moved around the room looking at the hand made pool table, noticing a Rembrandt on one wall, a Picasso on another. Rick took notice, it was time for some of that smooth business schmoozing! "You don't mind a working vacation do you Mr. Benson?" he said as he poured a martini from a frosty silver flask. He made one for Tim too then put a green olive in each glass. "Enjoy, do you good," he said as he came out from behind the bar. "A working vacation?" Tim answered back. "Well, if you're going to be my executive assistant you'll have to get used to life at the top you know! Have to get used to how I do business, be there to offer suggestions, offer solutions be a gofer sometimes, you know. I have a few stops in Europe and instead of just flying I thought we'd take the slower scenic route. Relax a bit, get to know each other!" "I see," Tim said sipping his drink still trying to figure things out. "I'm working on a new apartment for you in my building. You'll need a new car as well, you can pick one out when we get back," Rick added. "I have a car," Tim said defensively. "You need a better one. Relax would you!? Don't worry, it's a 'perk' it comes with the job," Rick went on. He then noticed Tim feeling the ocean underneath his feet. "Never been at sea either huh?" Rick said with a chuckle. He grabbed the flask of martinis and motioned Tim over to the pool table. "You have played pool I take it?" Rick asked. An hour later it was nearly a tie but Tim sunk the winning ball of the third and tie-breaking game. "We'll be stopping in Spain then the French Rivera, and then Italy. I suppose I could do most of the work by phone but since this is a working vacation it'll work out fine," Rick went on. The day passed into late afternoon and then evening with supper being served. Tim got to know the lay of the land so to speak, his way around the upstairs private apartment, then he began exploring the ship learning his way around. He gradually became less ill at ease in these new surroundings. Finally, he was back upstairs in the private quarters in his own stateroom for the night. The next several days of the Atlantic crossing were uneventful, the skies were clear, the sea smooth and the weather was warming. Tim read company brochures, watched movies on satellite TV and played video games while Rick studied stocks and made business calls via satellite phone. There was more pool, and then a real pool on deck, and then quiet evenings sipping a few drinks over a game of gin or baccarat. Tim was intelligent, no doubt. He was also friendly, easy going and appreciative. Rick was a corporate giant, a bit jaded but he still loved his work and he was a stickler for detail, he knew everything that was happening in his company and knew the location and expenditure of every dollar, every pound, every deutschmark and every lire! The two unlikely partners were getting to know one another and they were gradually becoming friends. Rick enjoyed the fact that he was now with someone who for a change wasn't a phony or after anything. The ship passed through the straights of Gibralter on a hazy day but made the sun splashed Rivera right on time. The next day it was off to Italy where Rick had two days of meetings. Tim with the help of a steward learned to skeet shoot off the fantail of the boat and work on his tan as well as read a few more books while he waited. Rick must have said something to the crew because while he was gone Tim felt like it was he who was in charge! He wanted for nothing. A day later found them back at the Rivera once again for two days ashore. Rick gave Tim an unlimited corporate "black" card to cover expenses and for a time they each went their own way. That evening Rick hosted a party on the boat. There was Morton Craig, a billionaire in the shipping industry, Hunt Sewell liquor magnate, Mrs. Doris Bridger famous romance novelist whom Rick was trying to sway to join one of his publishing subsidiaries and a couple other heavy hitters he'd never heard of. As he stood there in his tuxedo he felt vastly outclassed, but once Rick mentioned and pointed out that he was his new executive assistant Tim had cache. But he felt a bit uneasy still having his hair in a pony tail. Rick never said a word. Tim feeling a bit nervous began gathering empty glasses and picking up a few table napkins. Rick met him at the bar. "Isn't that..." Tim pointed to the guy sanding near the piano with two others. He then noticed they were all huge film industry people in town for the upcoming Cannes Film Festival! "Hey, some of those guys are movie stars!" Tim said with amazement. "No autographs, and don't be cleaning up. It doesn't look right. We have staff for that," Rick said under his breath. "Oh, sorry," Tim said feeling slighted. "Relax, this is a class act kid. You'll come along, you'll see," Rick said with a wink as he returned to his guests. Tim began to mingle, soon he was talking movies with the stars and producers gathered by the piano talking shop. He fit in easily. But something else was chafing at him. Rick was the "lightbulb guy" sure, but there was something else! Something he just couldn't put his finger on. He knew he'd seen him before, but where? The unsettling thought had been with him once things settled down and the cruise was underway but he didn't mention anything. But he couldn't get the thought out of his mind! The hour soon grew late, dinner was over, the ice now melted in the empty cut crystal drink glasses scattered about. The deals had been discussed, hands were shaken, and goodbyes given. It had been a long but interesting day. The next day they weighed anchor and left the French port for the long sail back to New York. Another week passed, the westward trip took longer by a day and a half due to the eastward trending currents of the great Atlantic gulf gyral but the ship still made good time. Finally they were only one day out from port. Tim and Rick had continued getting to know each other and Tim had been working up some executive ideas some of which Rick found amusing. But now that Tim had become comfortable it was Rick that seemed uneasy. Early in the afternoon over drinks a few hours before supper was to be served in the main salon Rick called Tim over by the bar. "How's the trip going for you Tim? You seem to have gotten your sea legs!" Rick said in a pleasant tone. "Yeah, great. Everything's been great Mr. Hollingsworth....Rick," Tim caught himself as he finished. "Speaking of legs..." Rick said trying to be off hand. The room grew suddenly quiet! "Wh...what?" Tim said turning quickly to see what Rick was up to but Rick didn't give a clue, yet. "What do you mean by that!?" "I saw you, that night at the Halloween party in my building. You were dressed as that 1950's housewife? You passed by me at the bar on your way out," Rick said as easily as he could. This was a critical focal point. Should his business acumen or money fail him now, Tim would be gone as soon as the ship hit dock! He watched as the wheels in Tim's head spun. The "Lightbulb guy!" The wheels finally stopped turning and Tim's memory became crystal clear! He backed away from the bar. "Oh. Oh!! You fucker! SHIT!" he stammered loudly! "I should have known! I should have figured that something was going on! Executive assistant my ass!" "Relax! Take it easy! You already have the job, it's real," Rick said trying to calm Tim down. "You're some kind of rich fag? Is that it? Yeah, I get it now. Get me alone out on a boat with nobody around, here in your private fag palace to try to make a move on me!?" Tim said as Rick came around from the bar. Tim backed up keeping his distance, his face red with embarrassed fear now! "You! You're the guy who bought my apartment complex! You've been in my apartment too haven't you. Otherwise how would, how could you know!?" Tim said as it all fell into place. "Would you let me explain!" Rick said raising his voice to match Tim's. "What could you possibly want from me!? Blackmail? I don't have any money! And I don't have any skills you can use!" Tim blathered. "Well, there you're wrong!" Rick said holding his index finger of his right hand up to re-direct the conversation. "I want to get on that helicopter. Gas it up and fly me back to land, now, today! Land me anywhere on shore! I can find my own way home. We'll just call the whole deal a really, really big mistake!" Tim figured thinking of a way out. "We're still too far out. The helicopter wouldn't make it! You'd run out of gas, you'd crash and be lost at sea! You'd drown!" Rick reasoned. "I'll take my chances!" Tim said still angry but with no other cards to play. He knew he was stuck on the boat until they reached port. Rick laughed at his determination he pointed to the couch in the main salon then sat across from Tim in a large overstuffed chair. "I've got a story to tell you, and since we're still a day out you have plenty of time to listen. And you're going to listen. Do me that courtesy. You're not a prisoner here and no, I'm no 'fag.'" Rick returned he then got up brought over a few beers and continued. "And, if you'll listen to what I have to say, there's a deal on the horizon for you that quite frankly, is so amazing and of such advantage to you that right now you couldn't possibly begin to understand. It may seem strange at first, but believe me, it's the deal of a lifetime!" He admitted to being in Tim's apartment. He told him he'd found his hidden suitcase. "I'm not here to blackmail you or tell your friends or family what you do for fun. This is something different. We both want the same thing, well, after a fashion. Be patient and I'll explain." "What tipped you off!" Tim asked. "At the party. Your look wasn't perfect, but it was close. And you, you got a set of legs that would have the guys at my club standing on their heads!" Rick said with satisfaction. "So?" Tim replied. "You must have realized that yourself, you're intelligent. You went overboard, no pun intended. You let your alter-ego take over a bit much. Your friends saw it, and I saw it. You had to look twice to notice you were a man and not really a woman! That's unacceptable for even a Halloween party. Now, if you would have gone as a raggedy-Anne doll or a cheerleader or camped it up you might have made it, but, your mannerisms and your use of makeup were too spot-on. And not many guys would dare shave their legs like you did and I doubt that half the women in the bar that night could have managed on those 5 inch stiletto heels as well as you did. You dropped your guard Tim. That's what tripped you up!" Rick finished. "You managed to bluff your way through that last round of drinks so I think if you don't pull a stunt like that again it might just be forgotten. After you left those friends of yours forgot all about you and as much as they were drinking any memory they woke up with the next day was most likely nothing more than a faint blur. So, I'd say you're safe!" Rick figured. "Except from you," Tim returned. "I'm not a threat. Matter of fact I'm quite the contrary," Rick replied. "Well, I'm no fag either! I like girls, love 'em as a matter of fact...except..." Tim paused in grinding thought. "...Except you can't tell a girl about your little hobby. And if you do there's a 99% chance, unless you hit on a real free-spirited lady that she's going to freak out, and walk. If you don't tell her and you stay together sooner or later she's going to find out. And if she's vindictive? Well, I don't have to tell you what happens next do I? Am I right?" Rick asked. "Yeah. Yeah, that's about the size of it," Tim replied with a nervous sigh. Well, there's understanding point number one!" Rick added as he took another sip of his beer. "You're pretty much alone in the world. Mom gone, dad who knows where and a sister you never talk to anymore. I'm basically alone too. Did you know I've been married twice?" Rick said starting in once again as Tim looked on shaking his head pointing out the fact that he didn't know that. "Well, once upon a time..." the story began. It started in his childhood back in the early 60's when he was only knee high. It gave him plenty of chances for innocent glances of all the pretty legs in the full fashioned seamed nylon stockings, with the high heels and the swishing full skirted dresses. And even as short as he was he could still smell the perfume and see the makeup and hairdos and the pearl necklaces and earrings! It was that remnant, an echo of the 1950's still alive but fading into history far quicker than most men wanted to see. But it did happen and Rick wanted that back! He grew up, inherited the family business and eventually married. He bought his new wife fancy lingerie and vintage dresses and even contacted a dress maker in Hong Kong to commission them to make more of the vintage styles he loved so much. He went on to mention the ladies of present day, how terrible they look, how casual and manly they dress, their total lack of class, their lack of style, and on, and on and on! "Well, the first wife, Roberta wouldn't dress in vintage fashions at all! Estelle went along with it but only for a while, and only to a point. Both marriages ended because of that. What they described as my "fetish" for kinky women! But in reality, back then, it was the way nearly every woman dressed each and every day, all day long, back in the era when women had poise, and class and took pride in their appearance and in being feminine. It truly was the era of the pampered "trophy" wife. It may have been a high maintenance look but when women burned their bras they gave up a power that only a few women today can still remember. Maybe it was a hassle dressing like that but either way it wound up hurting their cause," He finished. "So, am I out of a job then?" Tim added. "No! Matter of fact, how would you like a promotion!?" Rick said playing his next card as he got up from the chair then went back behind the bar and began rummaging through the polished wood cabinets. He stood up with a stack of boxes. Tim moved to see what he was up to. Rick gathered the boxes, balanced them then started for Tim's stateroom! "Follow me!" he said. "Well, I know your secret, you now know mine! See how alike we are? We like the same things!" he said as he set the boxes on the bed. "Yeah, you mentioned that...but just in a different way," Tim replied, his nervousness now readily apparent. Rick opened the first box, a large pink one from an exclusive French lingerie shop. Tim couldn't read all the writing but he recognized the word "lingerie" and could see the pink box and smell the perfumed scent surrounding it. Rick opened it then pulled the pink tissue paper back to reveal an outfit. "Go ahead!" he said urging Tim to have a look. There was a white brassiere with pockets for adding silicone breast forms, a small white control girdle briefer, a sturdy lace trimmed black satin 6 strap garter belt, a pair of expensive lace lavished ladies black satin tap pants and a matching lace edged black satin camisole top. Under those items as Tim continued on he found a satin and lace trimmed full length ladies robe all done up in layer upon layer of the sheerest of black nylon chiffon! The box filled with feminine confections he'd never seen the likes of! "F...Fuck!" Tim gasped with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as he felt the slippery fabric of the silky, long black nylon chiffon robe and how it felt between his fingers, and how it gleamed and shined in the room light. "There's more!" Rick added excitedly as he began opening the other boxes. The next box contained a pair of those black patent leather pumps that had originally caught Rick's eye that Halloween night at the bar. They gleamed in the light just the same but these were different, they were hand made! The scent of the expensive leather of the German shoes with the full 6 inch heel filled the air. And they were in Tim's exact size too, thanks to Ms. Lawrence's careful record keeping and penmanship! Ricks excitement grew as he opened the next box. Past the white tissue inside this one was a rather severe full boned ladies corset, all done up in heavy gleaming black satin to match the rest of the exquisite lingerie now laying out on the bed! The workmanship was impeccable! It must have cost a fortune! Tim had always wanted to try one but they just didn't sell such things at J.C. Pennies, and even if they did, he never had the money for such an indulgence! The next two white boxes Rick opened contained a set of weighted silicone breast forms, complete with lifelike nipples and areolae, courtesy of another fine German firm and Rick's bottomless bank account. He opened the last box to reveal a ladies make-up case, complete in every detail! Tim had never seen so much in the way of paints, powders, potions, oils, perfumes and lotions! Not to mention all the other do- dads like eyelash curlers and such. "I...I wouldn't know how to use half of this stuff!" Tim gasped. "Well, you can learn can't you?" Rick continued as he took the makeup case out of the box. It looked like a Hollywood traveling location makeup case with drawers like a large fishing tackle box! While Tim was looking that over Rick opened the last box and took out a frosted blonde wig all done up just past shoulder length in a very feminine style and all done up in pretty curls including a black satin bow pinned to the right temple area already there in place! "There, this way you won't have to mess with your real hair," Rick said then rummaged further to find at the bottom of the box two cellophane packages. He took them out and laid them on top of the lingerie. "There!" he said. "The finishing touch!" Tim looked at the packages to see they contained a pair of the shiniest, gossamer black nylon stockings he'd ever seen! Gleaming, slippery, wet look, jet black, opera length hose that were designed to go all the way up! "Oh, one other thing! Almost forgot!" Rick said as he reached into his inside jacket pocket. He handed Tim a little jewelry case! Inside was a pearl necklace and a pair of diamond clip-on earrings...with real diamonds that he'd picked up at an exclusive Italian shop! "If you want pierced we can do that too!" Rick said. "Anything you want. What do you think!?" he said, the adrenalin still fueling his excitement. "It's almost time for supper," Tim replied. "We have three and a half hours till they serve on the main deck," Rick replied. "Yeah but most of the windows in the main room don't have any curtains!" Tim added. "Who's going to look in? We're on the top floor and three hundred miles from port on the open ocean! I don't see a problem there either," Rick said as he defeated, parried yet another frightened objection as Tim stood there visibly shaken now! "I'll need a hot bath," Tim returned. "Fine," was the answer. "It's going to take some time," Tim replied. "Let it," Rick returned. "Look, lets get past the embarrassment. I know what you like and you know what I like. Why don't you just take a deep breath and have a little fun with this!?" "I'm not wearing all this down to supper you know," Tim said. "I don't expect that," Rick chuckled. "Unless of course you want too?" he added then finished on a more serious note. "There's no pressure Tim, it's up to you. Nobody's going to see, nobody's going to know. Have a little fun, show me what you can do, show me your glamor look and afterwards we'll hit the deck in cargo pants, T-shirts, baseball caps and top sider sandals for supper." "I...I'll get started then," Tim said with a note of trepidation. As Rick left he remained in his state room, moments later Rick heard the bath running! An hour and a half of waiting on pins-and-needles and pacing and sipping a couple more drinks and watching the sea and re-reading his latest Wall Street Journal Rick finally sauntered down the main hallway and stopped by Tim's stateroom. He gave a gentle knock at the door. "You fall asleep in there!?!?" He heard movement and a gasp and grunt and then Tim spoke. "Yeah, door's, door's open. Could you help me with this? I can't get this corset to lace up right, I can't get it by myself!" he said with exasperation as Rick entered the room. He could already smell the floral perfume in the air. Tim's faint five o'clock shadow had been shaved smooth along with everything else and his brown hair had been tightly tucked under a stocking hood and bobby pinned in place! His foundation makeup had been applied and things had been moved around on the bed. He now had on the brassiere with the forms installed properly in the cups, he had on the tight girdle briefer and had tucked himself so tightly it looked like he had vaginal lips! Rick was stunned. Tim also had the black satin garter belt on, the 6 straps dangling and clinking as they bounced off his naked hairless thighs as he struggled with the corset. "I...I've seen pictures of these in magazines but never put one on before!" he said in a defeated tone but Rick was right there! "Not a problem! I've seen them in magazines and read about them too! Used to lace Estelle into one now and then, that is, until she got tired of it," he added as he moved in behind Tim. "Grab onto something and we'll see if we can get this thing to work," Rick said as he untangled the long black silk laces! "You got the front hooks right? Yes, looking good. Now center them while it's still loose. That's it!" he said as Tim swished the black satin corset into perfect position. Rick then smoothed the laces out in back and then started gathering them, pulling them! "Shhiikkk!" the silk laces sung as Rick pulled them along whirring through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the corset. Tim gasped at the sensation as the effort to tighten the laces had him swaying, trying to keep his balance. He then found two hand hold rails on either side of the built in dresser. He took hold and watched in the mirror as Rick continued. "Shiiikkkk!" the laces sung again, pulling the corset snug on Timmy's slender form. "Oooffff!" he gasped but continued on enduring what he had always wondered about. "How'd you get my sizes anyway Rick!?" he questioned as Rick worked the laces. "Well, when I was at your house...inspecting my new apartment building and I stumbled across your "Klinger Kollection" I made a few notes, that's all," Rick said as he pulled at the laces again. "Shhiiikkkk!!!" "Oooohmmmfff!" Tim gasped wide eyed in surprise at the sensation as the corset tightened and the wrinkles began to come out of the fabric as the black satin began to gleam and shine in the room light. He noticed it was far more than snug now but Rick continued. "Sshhhhiikkkkk!" Tim gasped open mouthed as the corset creaked and pulled his waistline tighter still, the once snug corset that had formed to his shape was now forcing it's curvy shape onto Tim's form! "It's getting ti...tight!" he gasped. "Yeah, I see that. Just a bit more, a couple more pulls and I think the ends will close tight just like they're supposed to. Might be a little snug though, I didn't plan on getting a corset so I didn't have all your measurements like upper chest and hips and such," Rick added. "But it should work." "Sshhhhiiikkk!" the laces zipped again as they whizzed through the eyelets. The corset creaked as Tim moved, it was tight now, the gleaming black satin material pulling him into a cinched and feminine hourglass shape! After one more jerk at the laces, Rick quickly tied them off in a double knot so they wouldn't loosen. "You alright!?" he asked with excited surprise as if Tim had just tried on his first astronaut suit or a suit of armor. But he understood. "Can you finish dressing by yourself? Can you spend enough time laced like that to relax and move around and have a drink with me so I can look you over before supper?" Rick said with excited anticipation. "Y...yeah, I...I think I can manage. Let me get finished up okay?" Tim said a bit breathlessly as he moved to the bed to work through the rest of the lingerie piled there. Rick left the stateroom closing the door behind him once again. Another 40 minutes passed until Rick waiting in the main salon at the bar heard Tim's nervous breathy voice. "If you're ready to see what you paid for I'll try my best to make a ladylike entrance okay!?" Tim said with just his head out the stateroom door as he hollered down the hallway. "Ready any time you are!" Rick yelled back casually pouring another martini. "Pour me a drink and I'll be right there!" came the reply from down the hall! Rick poured the last makings for two martinis into the two glasses and dropped the olives in when he heard the familiar "shick-shick-shick" of the expensive ladies nylon hosiery. He could smell the faint scent of perfume already in the air and when he turned to set the glasses on the bar he tripped and nearly spilled the drinks! "Jesus H. Christ!" Rick said, his eyelids wide open, his eyes bulging and his mouth now agape as he stood frozen, still listening to that "shick-shick-shick" as Tim entered the room floating the shiny full length black nylon chiffon robe open in front of him, held by the tips of gloss red press on fingernails. The fabric floating and swishing as he minced in in those high German stiletto heels. The long opera length sheer jet black nylon stockings framing his long willowy legs perfectly, zipped loudly as he minced into the room, the shiny black welts cinched taut to the three garter straps at the top of each smooth thigh held tight, the black satin bows at the edge of each metal garter strap in clear feminine view. The frothy delicate black lace of the tap pants started just above the taut garter straps, the gleaming black satin of the tap panties were tight and smooth at the front, the waistband hidden under the bottom of the matching lace trimmed black satin camisole! The blonde wig, the soft feminine curly tresses framing Tim's delicate face really set the look off, it was quite a contrast! And the makeup, which was far more extensive a collection than Tim had at home and that he'd used the night of the Halloween party was on full display! The gloss red lips, the long false eyelashes, the mascara, the dark eyeliner and the smoky gray eyeshadow were the absolute limit. He even applied a proper blusher! The look wasn't totally perfect, Rick understood that Tim just hadn't had the practice or the where with all to put together such an expensive makeup kit but that didn't matter now because Rick knew that with practice and a little tutoring from Ms. Lawrence Tim would soon look even better! He just hadn't mentioned that part of his plan yet, and if he had, Tim might have tried swimming home! But, even as is, the results were astounding! Rick found he had to "adjust" himself behind the bar before he stepped out from behind it to have a better look at this vision! He was glad he was wearing baggy pants! Tim finished wiggling in from the hallway and swished into the large salon and into the bright sunlight in full view. He loved the outfit. But still, he was a bit embarrassed. Now Tim wasn't much of a masculine man but any maleness he did have was now totally hidden. He looked like a high fashion model! The corset cinching his already tiny waist, the weighted silicone forms in the brassiere jiggling with each mincing high heeled step, the shine of those incredible black tap panties and that lounging camisole and then the swishing, gleaming black nylon chiffon robe finished the total look! "The corset's still a little tight," Tim said. "That's okay, no problem. You get tired we'll get you out of it," Rick said as he came around the bar unable to take his eyes off of Tim! "Still have time for that drink? I need one!" Tim said as he minced and wiggled up to the bar, the nylons zipping and the gown swishing as he gathered it pulled it together and tied the pom-pon trimmed black nylon cord sash around his waist to secure it. He then sat at the bar and as he crossed his long nylon clad legs with another loud zip the gown fell open to expose his shiny legs just as it was designed to do! Tim sighed, a bit drained from all the excitement as he reached for his martini with his long red glamour nailed finger-tipped hands and took a sip as Rick stood in the center of the room. And Rick? He drank his martini in one gulp leaving the olive in the glass as he returned to the bar not being able to take his eyes off Tim. Rick was absolutely FLOORED! "This stuff must have cost a fortune! But it's nice! Feels really good! Pretty wild huh?" Tim smiled as he ran his hands up and down the sheer black hose on his smooth hairless legs then played with his layered black chiffon robe, watching it swish to and fro catching the air in the room, and gleaming as he swirled it in the sunlight streaming in through the large windows. He then smiled and chuckled at Rick, waiting for the approval he knew he didn't really need. Oh he'd had practice alright, someone had made a mistake that was all. Tim should have been born a GIRL! A Tiffany not a Timmy! No doubt about it, not any longer! This new higher-class look that Tim now had made his June Cleaver look at the party, even as good as it was, this boudoir outfit made that housewife get-up look like a scrub-woman's outfit! Tim sipped the remainder of the martini down then finished off the olive. Rick noticed the gloss red lipstick print on the glass as Tim set it back down on the bar. "Well, maybe I should get out of this corset huh? I've never worn one before and I'm not used to it. It's getting a little tight! A deal's a deal?" Tim said. "Yeah, yeah sure," Rick said still a bit loopy at seeing such a vision. "I guess it's time for supper anyway. Go ahead and get changed back. I'll call the kitchen tell them we'll be down in another hour or so." As he got up from the bar stool, the five foot seven Tim in heels was now a statuesque 6 foot 1 slender, stunning amazon beauty. And the queen of charm schools, the ultimate "pageant mom" Ms. Lawrence hadn't even gotten a hold of him yet! Rick's head spun! His mind reeled with the possibilities as he watched Tim swishing away across the room and back down the hallway, the nylons zipping all the way as he minced and wiggled along, and all the while that glamorous shiny black nylon chiffon dressing gown floating right along with him. "Oh, we gotta talk some more about this!" he said to himself as he went back to the bar to wait for Tim to change! It was like night and day and it took an hour and a half instead of an hour before Tim and Rick appeared on deck to have dinner with the crew as they often did. And there Tim was, in loafers, blue jeans, T-shirt and baseball cap perched above his tussled windblown light brown hair. Two "executives" having supper with the crew. Looking nothing like he did only a short time ago! The dinner conversation was topical, pleasant and everyone had a delicious meal. But Rick? His thoughts were elsewhere now. Later that night he was on the phone making a ship to shore call. "Yeah, Ms. Lawrence? Change of plans. I'll need you to meet us at the yacht, slip 16 on the private docks, I'll send a car for you when you land at the airport. You can fly back to Chicago on my private plane. Ok, see you then!" he said as he ended the call. The trip continued on and by the next morning the eastern seaboard was visible on the horizon, the Statue of Liberty from this vantage point was small but visible in the harbor. They were back in the States! And in another hour they'd be in port. Tim packed up as did Rick. They watched the procedure as the yacht pulled in and was secured by the crew. Rick then left for a moment. He hustled down the gang plank and ran to a waiting limo. When he returned he was escorting an attractive middle aged lady. "Tim? This is a good friend of mine. I'd like you to meet her. Ms. Lawrence, Tim Benson, Tim Benson, Ms. Grace Lawrence! Tim shook her hand gently and smiled. "And you work for Mr. Hollingsworth too?" Tim inquired as he stood there near the gang plank, bag in hand. "Well after a fashion darling. But you see, I'm here for you!" she said in her lilting feminine tone. "For me? What? What for! What's the deal?" Tim asked as he looked at Ms. Lawrence and then to Rick who stood by without saying a word. "I'm here to work with you once we're back in Chicago. I'm here to make you more feminine dahling!" She said still smiling sweetly and with her same lilting voice. But now, for some reason her voice seemed to assert a more authoritative tone! Tim forced a smile and heard himself swallow with a frightened gulp he was sure even the busy crew still on the boat could hear. But the plan continued on as Rick ushered everyone off the boat and into the waiting black stretch limo. As the crew finished docking and stowing the gear on the boat Rick's driver drove the party away, heading for the airport and the flight home. Only this time there would be another passenger on the trip back. Rick had mentioned he needed to pick someone up in New York City. And now Tim knew too! He felt his stomach begin to knot and felt a bit faint then felt his head spin in wondering what he'd gotten himself into!