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The Unexpected Bank Job By Elenoral Saturday morning. Ugh. The sun coming in the front window, although warm, was shining in my eyes and adding to what was already a horrible hangover. I sat up on the couch, wiping my lips where the drool dripped off the corner of my mouth. I looked over at Brad. My stupid roommate had fallen out of the chair where he had passed out and was still asleep on the floor. I had to pee. I stood up and headed to the bathroom. As I passed the front door, I noticed an envelope on the floor. I stooped slowly to pick it up, being careful not to aggravate my throbbing head. My hair fell over my eyes as I reached for the letter. Not wanting to move my head any more than necessary, I simply ran my fingers through my hair to get it out of my eyes. Out of curiosity, I briefly considered opening it then, but my bladder was reminding me of the urgency to keep going. Not wanting to risk being dizzy and miss the toilet, I dropped my pants and sat down. Only then did I open the letter. It was an eviction notice from the landlord. We hadn't paid the rent in almost three months. He was giving us two days to catch up the rent or he was going to throw us out. I had been laid off six months ago and my unemployment checks had run out the week before. Brad was the only one with a job but he preferred to spend his money on drinking and women rather than the important stuff...like rent and bills. I stumbled into the kitchen to pour some coffee. Apparently even through my drunken stupor last night, I had the foresight to set the coffee maker up to brew, knowing we would need it. The smell was a welcome aroma. I poured two cups and carried them back to the living room. I kicked Brad and got a mumble. I dropped the note in front of his face and set the cup of coffee on the ground next to the pool of drool coming from his mouth. The smell of fresh coffee got him to open his eyes. I pointed at the note. "That note's from the landlord. Unless you've got some cash tucked away, we have two days to be out." I mumbled. Brad sat up, rubbed his eyes in an attempt to get them to focus, and grabbed the coffee. After a couple of sips, he opened the note. Without so much as a grunt, he crumpled the note up and tossed it toward the garbage. "I've got no place to go, Brad. What are we going to do?" I stared at my roommate. "How long until you get paid?" "I just got paid yesterday." "So we can pay old man Jones the back rent?" Brad stood up without saying anything and headed to his bedroom. "So how much do you have left? I started following him. "Is it enough to at least pay some of the money we owe?" I heard his door close before I got there. I yelled at him through the door. "Dude, how much do you have left?" The door opened and he pushed past me, putting on his coat. "Where are you going?" "To get some money at the bank." He grabbed the keys to the car and stormed out. I grabbed my coat and ran after him. I jumped in just as he pulled out of the driveway. I had a hard time drinking my coffee as he drove. "Look, I know I don't have a job and you've been good enough to pay my half of the rent. But I promise I'll pay you back. I just don't want to be homeless." Without saying a word, he drove for a couple more minutes and stopped in front of the bank. He reached into the back seat for a paper bag. I continued talking about money but he didn't pay any attention. The next thing I knew he tossed a clown mask at me and got out. I watched as he walked around the car putting on a similar mask. I don't know why but I grabbed the mask and followed him. "You better put that on. You don't want them seeing your face." He said as he pulled a gun from under his coat. "Wait...what are you doing? This is stupid. You can't rob a bank. We'll find the money." I stopped just outside the door. Without pausing he pushed me inside. It was a small bank with only a few tellers. They all looked up when they heard the door open. He walked up to the first window with his gun drawn. The three tellers backed away from their respective windows, their hands in the air. Brad grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me toward the first window. "Grab the money, Mr. Bozo, and thank the kind tellers for their cooperation." I paused and looked at Brad. He wasn't kidding. This was no joke. He waved the gun motioning for me to go over the counter. I grabbed the bag as I jumped and opened the first drawer. "Don't take all the money. It's probably rigged to sound an alarm if everything is removed. Leave two bills in each slot." I nodded and followed his instructions, moving from drawer to drawer. The bag was stuffed with money as I finished. "Thank you, ladies. Now if you'd be so kind as to not do anything until my partner and I have been gone for at least five minutes. Let's go Mr. Bozo." I tossed Brad the bag and jumped back over the counter. But as I leaped, my hand slipped and I fell flat on my face. I looked up at Brad. I was in shock. My mask had slipped off. Instinctively, I turned and looked up, right at the security camera, showing everyone my face. Brad pulled the mask back over my face and helped me up. We both ran as fast as we could out the door. I wasn't sure, but I think the alarm was already ringing as we jumped into the car. Brad tossed the mask into the back seat and laughed out loud as he peeled out of the parking lot. "Woo hoo. That was awesome, huh? What a rush." Brad reached over and took off my mask. In shock and breathing heavily, I realized I was still wearing it. We got back to the house and ran inside. He was still whooping it up as he emptied the bag on the table. I closed the door and slumped down. He was starting to count the money. "Well, we got enough to pay old man Jones now, and then some. We're going to party tonight!" "Brad...they saw my face. They know who I am." I was in shock. "What are we going to do?" Brad stopped counting and looked over at me with a frown. "Ummm...I guess you're going to need to lay low for a while. Maybe go undercover." "What do you mean?" I was crying now. "They saw my face. I don't want to go to prison." "You just need a disguise. You know, dye your hair and stuff. Become someone else like they do in the movies." He was still counting the money. Tears were still streaming down my face. "How to I do that?" "I have a friend in the movie biz. Let me call her. I'll tell her you are looking for a new look. She's a wizard at making over people." With that he picked up his cell phone and headed off to his room. I had moved to the couch by the time he came back but I was still freaking out. He tossed me his spare motorcycle helmet. "Let's go." "Where can I go? My face is on every police cruiser by now." "I talked to Wendy. She's going to help. Put your hair in a ponytail, put this stuff on, and let's go. We better go now before your face gets any more popular." He was holding his old girlfriends fringed leather coat and a pair of her shoes. I took the coat. He dropped the shoes at my feet and headed toward the garage. I paused to look at the shoes. They were a low heel wedge with open toes and a cork heel. I heard Brad's motorcycle start up. That brought me out of my stupor. I kicked off my shoes and tried on the new shoes. They were too tight. I took off my socks and jammed my feet into the shoes. This time they fit. I put on the coat and headed for the door. I also pulled on the helmet before stepping into the daylight. Climbing onto the back of Brad's bike, I barely had time to get set before he roared off. I had to grab on tight to keep from falling off the back. We were stopped at a red light when a cop pulled up in the next lane. The officer looked over at us. Brad nodded and I waved a cute wave with just my fingers. The cop smiled as I looked inside the cop's car. Right there on the seat was a close up picture of me on the floor of the bank looking right at the camera. Instinctively I moved in closer to Brad and held on tightly as the light turned green. I could see in the mirror as we sped away that the police car had turned the other way. We rode for several more minutes winding around corners. I had to hold on tight or risk falling off. "Slow down, Brad. You're scaring the shit out of me back here." I'm not sure he heard me. In fact I think he went even faster. My foot slipped off the peg and dragged on the ground at the next turn. I almost lost my balance before managing to find the peg again. Making a hard right into a driveway, we passed a sign that said Pegasus Movie Studio Back Lot. Brad pulled up to the guard shack, lifted his visor and said we have an appointment to see Wendy. The guard checked his clipboard, then confirming Brad's ID, he looked back at me. My visor had a mirrored finish so no one could see my face. I froze, thinking he was going to ask for my ID, but he just nodded and waved us through. Slipping past several buildings, we pulled into an alley. The only door said "Studio B. Quiet. No entry when light is flashing." Brad knocked loudly. Within seconds the door opened and he pushed me inside. The door slammed shut after he followed me in. The hallway was dimly lit. I could barely see with the visor down. I heard Brad talking to someone as they walked away. I hurried as fast as I could in these new shoes. I wasn't used to walking much less running in such a high heel. I followed quickly as they turned a corner, almost bumping into them. "Wendy, this is Aaron, my roommate. He's the guy I told you about." Her hand shot out. "Hi Aaron, nice to meet you. So why do you do to need a disguise, rob a bank or something?" I froze on the spot. Did she know? Did Brad tell her? Shit. She'll turn me in for the reward! "Yeah right." Brad laughed out loud. "Does he look like a bank robber? No, this guy was dating a girl that turns out was the daughter of a big mafia boss. Daddy found out she was pregnant and he's looking for my buddy here." Brad put his arm around her and steered her down the hall out of earshot. They spoke privately for a few minutes and then returned. "Well...it would be nice if I could see who's really under there." She looked annoyed for some reason. I looked at Brad as he pointed at my helmet. He nodded and said, "It's OK. She's my friend." "Well, come on. Let's see what we have to work with." She said. I nervously looked around to see if anyone else was with us. Satisfied, I took off the helmet. "Okaaaaay, this is interesting!!" Wendy reached for my ponytail, removed the rubber band, fluffed out my hair, and turned me around in a circle slowly. "Yeah, this has potential. It's going to take a while to do what I have planned. Why don't you go have a few drinks somewhere and I'll call you later this evening." With that Brad gave her a kiss on the cheek and after a quick pat on my back, said "See ya later pal. Be good to her. She's trying to help." With that he was gone. Wendy grabbed my arm and led me into her studio. It was large with several chairs along a bank of mirrors with rows and rows of shelves filled with tons of boxes behind them. She led me over to one of the chairs and stripped off my coat. "Have a seat tough guy." She halfway pushed me down into the chair. "So...you got a girl pregnant, huh." Not wanting to tell her the truth, I continued the lie. "Yeah, I did. Her dad said he was going to kill me. He sent some of his goons over to try to find me. But we weren't home when they came. So they trashed the house as a warning." She had her back to me doing something I couldn't see. But when she turned around she gave me a drink. "Here ya go. Bottoms up." I paused looking at what appeared to be some juice. She tipped the bottom of the glass toward my mouth. "Some of the procedures are kind of tricky. I find it's easier for the actors to be relaxed before I start so they don't move around and ruin my work." I looked at the glass and then back to her, nervously. "And you look more jumpy than they do. Bottoms up." She repeated as she pushed the glass up higher. I drank it down. "There. That will make things much easier. OK, let's start by moving over to the tables back there before you get too wobbly." She grabbed my arm and pulled me over to what looked like a massage table. "Clothes off big boy. We need to see you naked to get started." I looked around as she reached up and pulled my shirt off my head. She undid my belt and yanked down my pants. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of the pants. "Commando, huh. What's the matter, you don't like underwear?" I reached down and tried to cover up. "Jump up here." She tapped the table. I sat down but she pushed me onto my back and swung my legs up on the end of the table. I got a head rush and suddenly felt dizzy. I grabbed the edges of the table. My body was starting to go numb. I tried to say something but my words were coming out slurred. My tongue felt like it was twice the size of my mouth. She was busy working on something at the counter. Turning around she opened my mouth inserting a mouthpiece. It felt gooey on my teeth. But the second part of it encased my lips making them start to tingle. She started at my feet, lathering my legs with a thick cream, and worked up toward my crotch. She even pushed it up between my cheeks. I thought I felt her finger around in my butt. It was warm and felt good but she didn't pause for long. She worked up my belly and covered my chest, continuing down under my arms all the way to my fingers. She then reached up with two hands full of the cream and rubbed it all over my face and neck, leaving just my mouth, nostrils, and eyes uncovered. It went right up to my hairline, including my ears. With that she took off a pair of gloves and turned on a timer. I tried to say something. She turned back and saw my questioning eyes. "The cream is a combination hair remover and skin bleacher. You'll be hair free anywhere that cream touches for at least a month. It also will remove that farmers tan you've got going there. I'll be back in a few minutes." The door closed and she was gone. I tried to lift my head but couldn't. I got a little freaked out. I tried moving my arms and legs. Nothing. My muscles weren't working. I was resigned to waiting for her to return. The timer went off and the door opened. Wendy turned on a sprayer and started rinsing off the paste. She was thorough, even rinsing right up my butt crack. Removing the mouthpiece, she rinsed out my mouth. My teeth felt clean and my lips felt all puffy and numb. She dried me off and turned back over to the counter. "So you got her pregnant and ran off, huh. Well, I've got a perfect disguise for you." She came over with a syringe, held up my arm and injected something under my skin. She reloaded three more times, injecting small capsules in a fan on the inside of my arm. She could see a look of concern in my eyes. "Relax; they're just time release capsules designed to help you adjust to your costume. They won't hurt. In fact they might even help you get into the mood and understand what you did to that poor girl." With that she picked up a bowl and started smearing a gel on my now hairless chest and stomach. It went from my shoulders right down to my thighs. It was cool as it started drying. She tested it with her finger. It was getting tacky. She reached into a closet and removed a hanger, returning with a large blob of what looked like latex. She turned it inside out, and one at a time, pulled it over my feet and up my legs. As she got to my crotch she reached for a can and sprayed it all over my dick and balls. "This will stop any embarrassing bulges where we don't want them. It was cold and I felt my balls shriveling up as she continued to spray them. She pushed on my balls until I felt them pop into my body and then continued working the latex up, tucking my package into a pocket. She pushed my dick down a sleeve inside the pocket and then continued to smooth it over my hips. She worked it over my butt and pushed it right into my crack, again working her finger around my hole. Moving quickly now, she pulled and stretched the latex up over my chest and pushed my arms through two holes in the shoulders. She then pulled and smoothed out the edges along my torso. It felt heavy. She finished by brushing something around each of the edges making them all but invisible. "OK, we need to let that glue set for about an hour." She patted my cheek with what I thought was a chuckle and little sneer. "Don't move, sweetheart! We don't want you falling off the table!" Like I could. She covered me with a sheet right up to my neck. Wendy unlocked the wheels and pushed me out into the main room. Pushing aside a chair, I was wheeled up to a sink. She lowered the table holding my hair as she went. My neck slipped into a groove in the sink. Turning on the water she washed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp as she went. Even though my body was still completely numb, I was relaxing and melting in her hands. She worked several things into my hair. Finally after being under the sink at least three times, she finished with a warm water rinse, Wendy squeezed the excess water out of my hair and wrapped it up in a soft fluffy towel. Pushing me over to a mirror, she tucked the sheet over my shoulders and tilted the back of the table up and my feet down, effectively changing everything into a chair. A belt held me in place or I surely would have fallen forward out of the chair. I couldn't really see much except my head and neck. "OK, well, let's see." She removed the towel from my head and let the damp hair fall down. Picking up a brush, she started working through the knots. Once the brush moved smoothly, she switched to a comb and scissors. She told me she was just going to even up the ends but after combing the hair down over my eyes. I felt a quick snip and suddenly I had bangs. They fell just over my eyebrows. Using a dryer she fluffed my hair with her other hand. It didn't take long. "Your hair's a little short for what I have planned. So I think we need extensions." With that she opened a drawer and removed a couple of boxes. Wendy combed my hair over on one side and attached a strand of long hair. Moving around my head, she worked quickly. Before I knew it, I had hair down to the bottom of my shoulder blades. Pulling over another cart, Wendy started wrapping my hair in rollers. When she was done, I had a head full of rollers. She squirted a setting lotion in each one and covered my head with a cap. "Well while we let that set, let's see those hands." She pulled a hand out from the under the sheet and turned them back and forth examining them. "Aw, you shouldn't bite your nails. But we can fix that easily enough. You won't do it anymore when we're done." Moving from finger to finger, she sanded each nail, attached a longer form, shaped, and filed each one to a rounded point. They extended past the end of my fingers at least 3/4 of an inch. She finished with several coats of what she called Candy Apple Red, finishing by putting each hand under a UV light. Lifting the sheet off my feet, she painted my toes to match. My head was still prone to flopping over when she moved me, so she grabbed me by the forehead to hold me still. I looked up as she moved in with a pair of tweezers and attacked my eyebrows. Moving back and forth, she stopped several times to assess her work. It seemed to take forever but when she was finally satisfied, she smiled and put down the tweezers. Looking in the mirror, I could just make out a high, thin line under my new bangs. Picking up a sponge, she moved to my face spreading a liquid all over from my forehead down to my neck, following it up with a powder. "The liquid is foundation. You use it to smooth out all the imperfections in the skin, the powder then sets it to last the entire day." She smiled. "That bleaching treatment gave you a perfect skin tone, honey." She continued moving up to my eyes. She spoke about what colors she was using, but with my eyes closed, it didn't make much sense. She continued talking about what she was doing as she worked. "This is eyeliner. It goes on your wetline. And this mascara will make your lashes long and beautiful." An eyebrow pencil finished my eyes as she fussed with my bangs. Pulling down on my chin, she opened my mouth and painted my lips with a brush making them the same color as my nails. She finished with a clear lip gloss making my lips almost mirror like. "Your red lips really offset the whitening treatment I used on your teeth and that lip treatment made your lips so soft, puffy and kissable." Moving back to my head, she carefully took off the cap and started removing the rollers. Surrounding my head was a mass of curls. "Your hair takes a set perfectly." She said as she picked up a brush and gently smoothed out the curls. She combed my bangs straight, letting them fall just over my eyebrows. I was starting to get the feeling back in my arms and legs. I started wiggling my fingers and toes. Wendy noticed and glanced at her watch. "OK, it's been over an hour, and that glue should be set by now. Let's try getting you up we'll see how you came out." She removed the sheet exposing my torso and offered me a hand. I carefully swung my legs over. I tried to stand but the prosthetic was changing my center of balance. I wrapped my red nails around her hand and tried walking. After a few steps, I found myself in front of a full length mirror. I looked for my reflection but it wasn't there. In its place was a blonde curly haired woman. My eyes opened wide. I was looking at a woman. Not just a woman but a very pregnant woman at that. Instinctively I grabbed my belly. Long red nails encircled my now round tummy. I rubbed it lightly and lifted it gently. It was heavy. "You like it?" She asked. "Not only will no one recognize you now, but I thought what better way for you to see what that girlfriend of yours will be going through since you got her pregnant and can't be there to see it firsthand!" I thought I noticed a slight bit of sarcasm in her voice. I stepped closer and the reflection did too. Dark smoky eyes met my gaze. Long, thick black lashes flicked against my bangs exposing thin arched eyebrows. Her/my hair fell in curls down to large bare breasts. I reached up to cup "my" breasts. Small dark veins ran around the surface. My areolas were huge and dark with thimble size nipples. I looked to be about 7 months pregnant! I reached back down underneath my belly to find a curly bush with a moist slit where my package used to be. "A fitting disguise. Don't you think?" Wendy was fluffing out my hair. I detected another smirk on her face. "Brad should be here soon. Let's get you dressed, shall we?" She patted me on the butt and turned towards a rack of clothes. I turned to follow her. I found myself turning my feet out to balance my weight. That caused me to waddle slightly like a duck. I reached down with one hand to hold my belly, while the other tried to keep my new massive breasts from jiggling as I moved. Wendy turned around with a bra. I held out my arms and she moved behind me, fastening it securely. Moving around to the front, she pulled up on my breasts, seating them securely in the cups of the bra. "You're a nice plump 44C. But that's to be expected. Boobies always get bigger with pregnancies. Wendy held up a pair of maternity panties. I stepped into them one leg at a time holding on to her shoulders for balance. She pulled them up covering most of my round belly and then returned with a pair of pantyhose. They were tan and fit rather tight going up my legs. "You need these to help support your new weight and improve your circulation." She dropped the set of white heels I had come with down in front of me. I steadied myself with a hand on the wall as I slipped into them. The shoes fit much easier with my feet encased in nylons. I kept my hand on the wall until my balance adjusted to my new shape. A soft white slip with lots of lace around the bra cups. The bottom was gently dropped over my head and smoothed down around my belly. Wendy then turned back to me with a pretty blue dress. It had a large square collar and small white flowers. She held it open and I stepped into it as she zipped it up the back. It came down to about my knees. My breasts pushed the front out prominently as it continued flowing freely over my belly and down around my legs. I didn't have much in the way of muscle tone and the short puffy sleeves combined with the long red nails on my hands made my arms appear even more feminine. Wendy draped a long pearl necklace around my neck and held out a small watch along with several bracelets. As I slipped them on, Wendy removed my earrings and slipped a pair of drop pearl earrings into the holes. She guided me over to a grey wall, had me smile, and took my picture. I carefully walked back over to the mirror and took another look at the finished product. A few minutes later Wendy returned with a white purse that matched my shoes. I looked inside. "I put all the makeup I used on you in here as well as a brush and your wallet." Wendy pulled out the wallet. It wasn't the one I came with. It was larger and opened with a clasp on the top. She flipped it open and showed me my new ID. My name was still Aaron but it was now spelled E-r-i-n. And she changed my last name! I was now Erin O'Malley. She had given me Brad's last name! So that's why she took my picture. "I took the liberty of having a friend add it into the state identification computer. If you get pulled over, the ID should check out." Wendy smoothed out my hair. "Ready to go meet the world, Erin?" She patted me on the rear and opened the door into the hallway. I could see Brad sitting in a chair reading a magazine. He looked up as the door opened. As he stood up, I think his jaw just about hit the ground. I walked out into the hall followed by Wendy. "Well, I don't think anyone will be recognizing our little Erin now. Will they?" Brad walked wide eyed and silently around me. My eyes tried to follow him as far as they could. My head turned quickly to follow him as he came around the other side. My hair flew up covering half my face. I reached up carefully with my new nails and pulled the hair back, tucking it behind my ear exposing my new earrings. "Wow" Is all Brad could say as he let out a long slow whistle. "That is not my roommate." I stood there holding my purse in the crook of my elbow, my hand resting on the top of my belly. I slowly looked up into his eyes as my long lashes again brushed my bangs. Even with these heels, he was till taller. He stepped in front of me as my eyes met his for the first time as Erin. "Oh, I almost forgot." Wendy dropped the suitcases she had packed at my feet and ran back through the door leaving me standing there with Brad. He put his hands softly on my shoulders and moved down my smooth arms, finishing by gently caressing my round belly. I took a step back as Wendy returned. "Here, you need to drink this." She held out another small vial. I gently shook my head, and retreated a half step. "I don't want any more of that stuff." I stated. But Wendy suddenly reached up grabbing my nose and tilting my head back. My mouth opened and she poured the contents of the vial into my open mouth. Instinctively I swallowed. It was either that or continue not to breathe. It burned on the way down, not like the other stuff she gave me. I coughed several times and tried spitting it back out but most of it had already gone down my throat. "What...what..." I grabbed my throat. My voice was at least an octave higher. I tried clearing my throat. "What was that? My hands were around my neck and my eyes were wide open. My throat was warm and tight. "It's just part of the deal. It completes the package. That will raise your voice for at least a month until it wears off." Wendy said patting me on the back. "Relax you sound lovely!" Brad tried paying her with a wad of cash but she refused it. "No this was my treat after what you told me what "she" did to that girl." She patted me on the butt. "Off you two go. See you in a month when that prosthetic needs to come off." With that Brad picked up both suitcases in one arm and wrapped the other arm around my waist leading me back out into the alley. There outside the door, was a brand new convertible with the top down. I stopped and looked at the car. It was beautiful. "I spent some of our money. I figured they might figure out our identity with the old car. Is that OK?" He held the door open for me as I slid into the seat. It wasn't graceful with me being "pregnant", but I made it. He held the seatbelt as I put it on and then closed the door. He practically ran around the car to the other side. He tossed the suitcases in the back seat and jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door. "Nice, huh. You like it?" He turned the key and the motor roared to life. He paused to look over at me. I was holding my purse on my lap and staring at him. My mouth was open as I breathed. I don't know if it was the new car or the fact that the weight of my new breasts combined with the pressure of my belly pushing on my stomach but I was short of breath. "Well? Are you OK with this?" He said as he put his arm on the back of my seat and let it fall on my shoulders. "You mean the car? Yeah. It's nice, but we didn't need a brand new convertible, did we?" "Not the car. All of this." He pointed up and down at me. He undid my seatbelt and pulled me over to the middle of the seat. "It was my idea. I thought it would be fun. Just you and me, you know. You needing to go under cover and all. Nobody's going to recognize you now. Especially when you're with me." He pulled me closer and leaned in. I put my hand up just before our lips met. "You did this? This was your idea? I'm a girl, a pregnant girl. A very pregnant girl! Look at me! What the hell?" I pushed him back and slid over into the seat grabbing my seatbelt. "This sucks." My voice broke into another octave even higher than before. I tried clearing my throat again. "Let's go home." Brad started driving but hadn't gone a block. "STOP." I screamed. I reached up and grabbed my hair. "What now?" "My hair, that's what. Put up the top. I can't see with all this hair blowing around." I pulled down the mirror, opened my purse and pulled out a brush. I straightened out my hair while Brad put up the top. "Jesus, the old Aaron wouldn't have complained about a new car." He said as he got back in. "Well, you're the one that wanted the new me. Now you're just going to have to put up with her." I slammed the mirror back into place and tossed the brush into my purse, closing it with a loud click. I smoothed out my dress. "Let's go." We didn't speak for the rest of the drive. I didn't recognize where we were going but didn't say anything. Before long we pulled into a beautiful apartment complex. Brad waved a card at a reader and a large iron gate opened up. He pulled into a covered parking spot and jumped out. As I was undoing my seatbelt, my door opened and Brad held out his hand. "What's that for?" I asked. "I thought you might need some help getting out." He said apologetically. "I'll be fine." I said and brushed his hand aside. I tried getting out by myself but fell back into the seat. The convertible was much lower than our old car. I tried again with the same result. "Try swinging your legs out first." He said as he stood back. I did. As I tried to stand, I found his hand again reaching out. This time I took it and he helped me stand up. I smoothed my dress and bent over to get my purse. But Brad already had it in his hand. Another car pulled up a few spaces away. "Oh my dear. You need a bigger car. You can't ride in a car that small when you're pregnant. How far along are you?" A little old lady had parked was shuffling quickly over towards us. She reached out as she approached and rubbed my belly. "Well, you must be about 7 months along. Aren't you dear? My name's Millie and you look just like my youngest daughter did when she was pregnant" I was taken aback and didn't know what to say. I stood there with my mouth open. This woman just didn't stop talking. "Thirty-five weeks, actually." Brad piped up. "We just got back from our gynecologists office. Erin's very excited. It's our first." Brad grabbed me under the arm as he led me away, still holding my purse. The woman was still talking as we went through a small garden gate and up a couple of steps to a front door. He handed me my purse and grabbed the keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and swung it open. I stood there looking inside without moving. Before I knew what was happening, Brad picked me up and carried me though the door. "What the hell are you doing? Put me down, you idiot." He gently set me down on the other side of the door. "It's a tradition to carry someone's wife over the threshold of a new home." He said as he put his arm around my waist and proudly waved his arms as if to welcome me home. "I thought we needed a new place to live, too." I pushed his arm off me and walked into the living room. It was complete with brand new furniture. Not the thrifty shop stuff of our old place. I dropped my purse on the couch and wandered into the kitchen. It too was brand new. I opened the fridge and found a beer. I had a little trouble opening the can with my long nails. I found a spoon in a drawer and popped it open. "You think that's wise to drink when you're preggo?" Brad had followed me into the kitchen and was watching my every move. "I'm not really pregnant, moron. Remember? I took a big swig and saw shiny red lip prints on the edge of the can. My matching long red nails wrapped around the can reminded me of my predicament. I waddled back to the living room and flopped down on the couch, kicking off my shoes. Brad sat on the ottoman and grabbed my foot. He started rubbing it. It felt good. My feet hurt from the high heels. I looked down and saw my painted nails showing though my stockings. I took another long draw from my beer. A knock on the door startled me. "Who could that be?" Visions of cops standing there to arrest me looking like this filled my head. Brad jumped up and peeked out the window. "It's that old lady. Looks like she brought us something to eat." He moved to answer the door. "Don't let her in here. She can't see me like this. She'll know I'm not pregnant." I half yelled in a whisper. I was panicking. "Relax. It's just an old woman trying to be nice." Brad opened the door. "I brought you a little something. I thought a pregnant woman could use a break cooking dinner for her man." With that she scurried into the kitchen. Brad looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. He sat back down on the ottoman and grabbed my foot again. I tried pulling it back but he held on tight and gave me a look to go along with the game. I relented and he continued rubbing my foot. "OK, that needs to stay in the oven for about 20 minutes to warm up before you serve it." Millie walked back into the living room. "Oh my! Are you drinking a beer?" I looked down at the can still in my hand. "No, no, no. She's just holding it for me while I rub her feet." Brad grabbed the can out of my hand and took a big swig. "She's had a long day, her feet hurt, and I was just trying to relax her. That's all." "Well, you know alcohol and pregnancy doesn't well together. She should...." "Oh she knows. Trust me." Brad said as he tried to guide her toward the door. "She's taking very good care of herself and our little surprise, Millie." Brad opened the door. Millie was still talking as he again thanked her for dinner. I think she was in mid sentence when the door finally closed. Brad smiled as he walked back over to the couch. "Nice." I said, reaching up and wiping away a big red smear of my lipstick he had gotten on his lips when he drank from the beer. "I wonder if Little Miss Busy Body noticed that." I again reached for the beer but he pulled the can away out of my reach. "We better be careful. You know what Millie said, alcohol and pregnancy doesn't mix." He teased. "Besides you better start acting the part if you don't want people talking. You're not being very convincing. Unless you want to go to "women's" prison for robbing that bank." He sat down way too close to me as he wiped the lipstick off the can before finishing the beer. "Go get me another beer woman."" He chided, handing me the empty. I tried to get up. Twice. The third time, Brad pushed from behind as I stood up. I grabbed the empty can and started to waddle toward the kitchen. My arms moved to counter-balance my walking as I turned into the kitchen. "This sucks." I mumbled tossing the empty can into the garbage. I paused at the counter, put my hands on my hips, and arched my back. I was sore already, and this was only the first day. I don't know how women do this. I turned to open up the fridge for another beer. But before I had a chance to open it, Brad took it from me. I was going to complain but the timer went off. Millie's dinner was ready. Curiosity got the best of me. I was hungry and wanted to see what she had brought. It took opening a couple of drawers before I found the pot holders. It smelled great. I put it on the stove to cool and continued searching for dishes and silverware. Finding what I needed, I set the table for two. I put a beer in front of my place setting but Brad grabbed it, adding it to his collection. I went and poured myself an ice tea. Brad sat down at the head of the table and I sat next to him. "Is this OK, your majesty?" I held up my glass. He held up one of his beers and tipped his can toward me. "Yes dear, it is. We can't be too careful. Can we?" He smiled. "To us." I raised my tea and he clinked my glass. "We've got plenty of money now don't we, Erin?" "Yeah. But, things haven't changed for you. You don't have to go around in drag." I said as I sipped my tea. "It's only until the heat dies down. Then things can go back to normal. Until then, relax and have some fun. Remember when we were in the play in high school and you got tapped to play Juliette?" "I hated that." I stabbed the fork into my food. "Once again, all you had to do was play Romeo. I looked ridiculous up on that balcony." "The truth is, Erin. I thought you looked kinda cute up there." I jerked my head over to look him in the eyes. My hair again covering my eyes. I pulled my hair back behind my ear. "What? Are you serious? I was the laughing stock of the school for months. I don't think I'll be able to attend a reunion without someone snickering and pointing." "Well, if I'm there, no one will say or do anything. Or they'll face me. He said without looking up. "Brad, what the hell are you saying?" He still wouldn't look me in the eye. "Nothing. It's no big deal. I just thought you made a convincing woman. That's all." "But you said I was cute. Was this disguise your idea?" Brad still had his head down but he looked up with his eyes. "Uh, kinda. Why? I thought you liked playing Juliette." I didn't answer him. I was in shock. Brad was a man's man. Always chasing women. Finally after an uncomfortably long silence, I spoke up. ""So...is this your way of telling me you're gay?" "No. You've known me long enough to know I'm not gay. I love the soft feel of a woman." Brad reached over and took me by the hand, stroking my fingers. "I don't know why but this just turns me on." "Why?" I didn't remove my hand, but I didn't return any affection. I just stared at him. "We've been best friends since high school. We never fight, we like the same things, and it's just always been comfortable. That's all. This just makes it easier." ""Holy shit." I thought. ""This had been the best looking guy in school. He got every girl he wanted....and now I think he wanted me!" I stood up. I didn't say anything as I left the table. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. My hands were resting on the sink. I looked closely in the mirror. I knew it was me in the reflection, but all I could see was a woman...and she was cute. Hell I would hit on her. I straightened up and stood back from the mirror to get more of a full view. I rubbed my hands over my cheeks. They were still baby smooth. I blinked and my eyelashes brushed my bangs. I turned my head to expose my earrings and licked my lips. My full lips were stained red and still very shiny. I looked at my hands. Long red nails sprouted from the ends of my fingers. My hands moved down to cup my breasts. I gasped. They felt real...and truth be told, they felt great. I moved down to my belly. I was huge and it reminded me of how much my back hurt. I leaned forward, holding the sink again and wiggled my stocking clad red toes. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. Lifting my dress, I reached down between my legs. There was no semblance of whom or what I was before this morning. I was smooth. I ran my hand down inside my panties around my belly. My fingers wound through the hair I found and continued lower. I tried to remember what Wendy had said. It felt very realistic. My finger found an opening and I reached inside. My breathing was getting heavier. I knew my manhood was inside but it was unreachable. I could feel it, but not grab it. I rubbed faster. It felt weird but it was working. The woman in the mirror was really enjoying it. A slow moan escaped her lips. Without warning I released. A rather loud feminine sounding gasp accompanied it. I wasn't sure how loud I had been. I paused, holding my breath, listening to see if Brad had heard anything. I removed my finger and held it up. It was wet and shiny. I smelled it and then without thinking stuck it in my mouth. Licking it clean, I pulled out some toilet paper and cleaned myself up. I pulled up my panties, straightened my dress, and smoothed my hair. I waited until my breathing slowed back down before opening the door and walking back into the living room. Brad was still in the kitchen. Unbelievably he was doing the dishes. I grabbed the suitcases Wendy had given me and went back to the bedroom. Closing the door, I tossed the suitcases on the bed secretly hoping there were some male clothes in there. I took a deep breath and opened the cases. Inside, I found nothing but women's clothes. I went over to a dresser and opened the drawers. It was full of men's clothes but they were all in Brad's size. Nothing would fit me. The second dresser was empty. Inside the closet, the same thing. Nothing that would fit me. All I had was in those suitcases...and everything was meant for me to portray a woman. I was stuck. I slowly unpacked, examining each item as I put it away. I had bras, slips, underwear, dresses, skirts, and shoes. Everything I would need. Wendy had been thorough. She even packed a couple of sexy nightgowns. Why did she think I needed those? I took off my dress and hung it in the closet. Slipping off the bra, I allowed my breasts to fall freely. I tossed the bra in the hamper and removed my stockings adding them to pile. I held up the two nightgowns, choosing the one that would cover the most. I slipped it over my head. It was low but form fitting on the top. I had to pull it over my breasts. An elastic strap slipped under my boobs. The straps held them aloft and the low cut proudly put my ample cleavage on display. It was just slightly opaque, allowing anyone who wanted to see my large dark nipples poking out. It flowed gracefully around my belly and stopped just short of the floor. My red toenails poked out from below the hem. My feet were cold. I stepped into a pair of slippers. The three inch heel threw off my balance again. If I hadn't caught myself on the bedpost I would have fallen flat on my face. Or rather my belly! Carefully, I walked over to the vanity and sat before the mirror. The face in the mirror was becoming familiar. She smiled at me. I picked up a head band and slipped it over my head, pulling my hair away from my face. Looking closely, I recalled a similar face being put on me when we did that play. Drawing on the previous knowledge, I picked up a wipe and began removing the makeup that Wendy had put on. It took several towelettes before they came away clean. I leaned in closer to examine my now clean, makeup free image. I rubbed two fingers over my eyebrows and traced the outline of my eyebrows. They were higher than I remember and a lot thinner. I wondered how long they would take to grow back to male length. I continued down and rubbed my cheeks and chin. I was looking for any trace of whiskers. Finding it perfectly smooth, I remembered what Wendy had said. I was to be hair free for at least a month. I Removing the hair band, I grabbed a brush. As I brushed my hair, I realized it too would take some work to go back to male mode. I needed more than just a haircut. No male had hair this color. I finished brushing my hair with a quick touch over my bangs. I realized I was stuck looking like this for now but at least if I played my cards right, no one would know it was me...except Brad, and that relationship was going places I hadn't expected. I took the robe off the back of the door and eased it over my shoulders. The silky robe slid up my arms, causing me to shiver. I don't know if it was because the fabric was cool, or because it felt electrifying to be putting on women's clothes. Either way, I kept flashing back to playing Juliette. I quietly opened the bedroom door and peered out. Brad was back sitting on the couch, drinking another beer. My robe flowed around me as I walked into the room. I sat on the opposite side of the couch and curled my feet underneath me. Brad was watching Sportcenter on TV. I grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and started thumbing through it. I could see Brad glancing over in my direction on several occasions. But if I looked up, he quickly turned back toward the TV. I smiled secretly, sighed, and wiggled my toes that were peeking out. That caught Brad's attention. "You want to watch something else?" He asked as he motioned toward me with the remote. "No. I'm fine." I responded continuing to read. This was amazing. The power women have over men with just the slighted little motion or sigh. I had to stifle a giggle by making it sound like a cough. "Are you cold? You need a blanket or something?" Brad asked. "I'll go turn up the heat." He dropped the remote and after turning up the thermostat returned with a blanket. He draped it over me, tucking in the sides. He sat back down, closer this time, and grabbed the remote. "Thanks." I said as I stretched my legs out, resting them on his lap. I noticed him flinch as I rubbed my legs slowly on his thighs. After a few minutes of him fidgeting, I switched my feet around conveniently edging my toes up higher on his lap. I could see his bulge grow as he tried to straighten himself out. "Are you OK? You want me to move?" I purred. I could see a small bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "No. I'm fine." He said, again trying to get comfortable with a growing bulge. "Are YOU cold?" I asked, fluffing the blanket up over his lap and legs. I think he was glad I covered his "growing problem" up. But I wasn't going to let up. I moved over and sat next to him. I pulled the blanket over his shoulder reaching around with my other hand and tucked it behind him. The only thing uncovered on both of us was our heads and my one arm which was around his shoulder. I played with his hair, allowing my long nail to flick his ear occasionally. I watched a bead of sweat grow. "You're sweating!" I said as I started to pull the blanket off. "Are you... hot?" I asked in a not so subtle way. Before the blanket exposed his stiff crotch, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it back up. "No, I'm fine." He said. The bead of sweat trickled off the end of his brow and down his cheek. I wiped it off and licked my finger. He turned to look at what I had done. I winked and gave him a small smile. By this time he had quite a few beers in him. He turned and leaned in close. I could tell what was coming. I reached up at the last minute and put my finger between his lips and mine. "Oh, no you don't." I cooed. "I'm not that easy." I stood up and tucked the blanket around him. I leaned over, making a point to put my hand right on his crotch as I did and whispered in his ear. "Sleep tight!" I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked down the hall, closing the bedroom door. I made a point to lock it just in case he got any wrong ideas in his head. I rehung my robe back on the door and eased between the covers. Pulling my hair away from my face, I snuggled down on the pillow. A low feminine sigh and slight grin escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. It had been a long day. My life had taken a hard left turn. I was not who I used to be, at least for a month. And Brad was not who he used to be. At least who I thought he was. I did like him. He had always been a good friend. I had just not thought of him in this light. I wondered where we were going as I drifted off to sleep. The new day dawned with the sun coming through the cracks in the blinds. It had been a fitful night of sleep. I don't know if it was because I was not used to sleeping with a huge lump for a belly or the tremulous dreams I had thinking about the new predicament I was in with Brad. I rubbed my eyes nearly poking my eye out before I remembered my new nails. I tried rolling out of bed but couldn't turn over without considerable effort. I ended up sliding over until my legs fell over the edge. Using both my hands, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, stood up, and moved in front of the floor mirror on the closet. I smoothed my nightgown, pulling the elastic under my breasts and straightened the straps over my shoulders. I fluffed my hair. I stretched, lifting up my arms, standing on my tip toes, and arched my back. A slight smile escaped from the reflection in the mirror. I cracked open the door and saw Brad still asleep on the couch. I stealthily moved down the hall and stood in front of Brad. He was still covered by the blanket but I could make out a familiar bulge in his crotch. My breathing increased slightly as I thought about sliding in beside him. Stripping out of my clothes, I decided a bath was in order. I started filling the tub with hot water. Finding bath oils in the cabinet, I added a generous amount. While I waited for the tub to fill, I brushed my hair and put it in a bun on top of my head. Rummaging through the drawers, I found a pore cleansing formula mask. After smoothing the cool cream over my face, I returned to the tub. It was nearly full. There were a couple of candles on the shelf above it. I lit them giving the room a sensuous strawberry scented glow. Easing into the tub, I reclined, letting the bubbles cover my entire shape. Only my head was above water. I relaxed, letting my hands move wherever they wanted to roam. I caressed my breasts as my eyes closed. They felt spectacular. I moved down to my round tummy. My belly button was slightly inverted. I eased further down exploring the now familiar territory. It still intrigued me as to how it was done but it sure felt good. I bit my lip and held my breath as I climaxed for a second time. I shuddered as I came. I lifted my foot out of the water. Curling my painted toes, I felt my long, hairless legs. The oil in the water made my smooth skin feel sexy as hell. I let out a long, slow, high pitched moan. I still wasn't used to my new voice, but it just might be something I could get used to. I could feel the feminine power escaping my lips and it was awesome. I laid there in the warm water trying to decide what to do for the rest of the day. This was an entirely new experience and I planned on living it to the fullest. As the water cooled, I decided it was time to get out. My fingers were starting to wrinkle anyway. I popped the plug and let the water drain. Stepping out of the tub, I grabbed a large fluffy towel and wrapped it around my chest. I tucked the end in, securing it firmly above my breasts, and walked back into the bedroom. Sitting back at the vanity, I peeled off the mask that had dried on my face. There were traces of makeup left on the inside of the mask. I guess I wasn't as thorough as I thought I was last night in removing my makeup. But my face felt refreshed. My skin felt firm and wrinkle free. I decided on not much makeup for the day. My lips were still slightly stained from the lipstick of yesterday. I smoothed some lip gloss over them bringing back that familiar shine. Not quite as red as yesterday but just as shiny. I pursed my lips and smacked them together a couple of times. The scent of strawberries filled my nostrils. I smoothed what was left of my eyebrows, brushing them back into a high arch. I used a dark black pencil to line my eyes like Wendy had done yesterday and decided to try just a little mascara to finish my eyes. I poked myself a couple of times but ended up with long full, dark lashes to my satisfaction. Removing the clips from my hair, I let it fall around my shoulders. I shook my head and picked up a brush running it through my hair until it was silky smooth and tangle free. Tipping my head, I added a couple of earrings to each ear, one gold post in the top hole, and one gold hoop in the bottom. Satisfied, I stood up letting the towel drop on the chair. Opening the closet, I stared at the multitude of colors trying to decide on what to wear for the day. Nothing too fancy, it was Sunday. I settled on a pair of calf length leggings and a t-shirt with a fancy scripted "Preggo" across the chest. Slipping into a pair of low heel flip flops, I opened the bedroom door to a new day. A pillow and neatly folded blanket was on the couch. I called out Brad's name. No answer. I looked in the kitchen. No Brad, but there on the counter was a note. It said, Erin, (I still wasn't used to seeing my name spelled that way) Let you sleep in. Went to watch football with the guys. Here is a credit card. Help yourself to whatever you need. See you later tonight. Maybe dinner??? Brad What the hell. Just because I'm now a pregnant woman, I can't like football? We used to watch it all the time before. What does he think changed? I slapped the note back onto the counter. This sucks. What am I supposed to do now? I poured myself a hot cup of tea and sat down at the table. My head in my hands. I was pouting. I'd never done that before. But Brad had never done this before. We always watched football all day on Sundays. That was a tradition between us. This wasn't fair. He got to do everything normal. While I sat here by myself, stuck as a pregnant cross dresser, home alone. Just then the doorbell rang. It startled me. Who the hell could it be? I peeked out the window. It was Millie. Shit. She waved at me through the window. She had seen me. What did she want? That nosy bitch. I had to answer the door. "Hi Millie!" I acted surprised to see her but I was nervous as hell. "What's up?" "Hi honey. I saw Brad leave this morning without you so I thought you might need some company." She didn't push past me but somehow she was inside and headed for the kitchen. She picked up a cup from the drying rack next to the sink and poured herself a cup of tea. I sat back down at the table with my cup. "So what are we doing today, honey?" "Nothing, I guess. Brad's out watching football with his buddies. He left me a note. I didn't even see him this morning." I slid the note over to her. "Honey, why are you crying?" She asked. "We used to watch football together every Sunday." That part was true. But why was I crying for god's sake? I wiped a tear from my eye, black mascara showing up on the napkin. Millie read the note and let out a loud whoop. It startled me. "Oh honey, did you read this note? He didn't just leave you a credit card; he left you a blank check!" I just looked at her. "Erin, he wants you to go shopping! And we're going to show him how big a mistake he made! Grab your purse. We're on a mission!!" With that the front door slammed shut and she was gone. I was in shock. What the hell did she mean? I was back in the bedroom when I heard a horn honk. I opened the bedroom curtains and saw Millie in her car waving at me. What was I going to do? I stuffed the credit card in my purse and closed the front door. I was nervous being on my own today with Millie. But somehow I also felt giddy with excitement. Before I knew it we were walking from the car to the mall. Millie was moving fast. "Millie, wait up." I was going as fast as I could but nowhere near as fast as her. My boobs were swaying opposite the movement of my arms. I was panting. I wasn't used to the extra weight I was carrying. Millie stopped and waited as I caught up, apologizing. "I'm sorry Erin; I just got excited and forgot about your condition." She took me by the arm and we finished the walk together. We were both laughing as we went through the doors. Our first stop was a maternity dress shop. And before I could blink, Millie had me back in a dress. It was a pink sun dress with thin spaghetti straps over a white, short sleeve camisole with lace across the top. My comfortable pants and t-shirt were stuffed into a bag beside three boxes containing more dresses, slips, and lingerie. I tried to protest, telling Millie I only had about a month to go before I was done with all this maternity wear but she would have nothing to do with it. She just kept telling me that Brad had given me a credit card and she aimed to teach him a lesson. With that she started off again. "Come on. We're just getting warmed up!" She said as she took my bags in one hand and led me off with the other. Our next stop was for shoes. I sat down in a chair as Millie went to collect some samples as a starting point. The salesman sat on a stool in front of me and gently picked up my foot. Slipping off my sandal, I almost thought he was caressing my foot. I looked down at him and he was smiling up at me. "My name is Andre. How may I help you today? Oh, you take very good care of your feet, my dear. Your skin is so soft. Your feet are so petite and sexy." I turned to look for Millie, but she was nowhere in sight. Andre was moving up my calf, massaging it as he went. "You are very tense, my dear. You need to learn to relax." His smile was infectious. I gave him a nervous smile in return. "Did you see where my friend went?" I tried to steer the conversation away from anything meant to imply I was interested. "So, do you know your shoe size, madam?"I pulled my foot away from his roaming hands. Not wanting to sound stupid, I replied, "My feet seem to be changing given my current condition, you better go get one of measuring thingies." I looked for Millie again. I thought that would give me a couple of seconds to compose myself, but he just pulled the shoe sizer from under the stool he was sitting on and again started rubbing my foot as he slipped it into the form. "You are a perfect size 8, as I suspected. Do you have any ideas of what you are looking for or should I bring out some samples?" "Um, um..." I had no idea what to say. "Take it easy Andre. She's married. Here, let's start with these." Millie dropped at least a dozen shoes of varying styles at my feet. Andre patted my foot as he put it down. Sighing heavily, he picked up the shoes and headed for the back room. I looked at several of the shoes Millie had selected as he picked them up. "Millie, I can't wear heels that tall. I'll break my neck. I'll just take a couple of the sandals for now." "Nonsense. You'll be back from in shape in no time and you can start wearing higher heels then. No one with your pretty face wants to look frumpy and after the baby, you'll need to look sexy for Brad so he won't start to wander." I tried to argue but Andre was back with an arm load of boxes. He pulled shoe after shoe out of the boxes as he slipped each one on my foot. He had me stand as he assessed each one with Millie. I heard them say the tallest heel was four and a half inches. I'd never be able to walk in those. I tried to protest but Millie said we'd take them all. I handed my credit card to Andre as Millie thanked him for helping us. I had to pause as I remembered to sign my new name. I smiled as I signed the receipt with a flowing script taking my time to curl each letter rather than just scribbling like I used to do. I wondered why I did that, but what the hell, we had the money now and I was having fun. Millie handed me a pair of support pantyhose and one of the pairs of shoes we had just bought. "You should go put these on Erin. You need the support and you can't wear those flip flops with hose." I found the restroom and sat down on the chair provided. I bunched up the hose and pulled them up my legs. Raising up my dress, I smoothed the constricting garment over my round belly. I looked at the new shoes. They were a tan pair of sling back open toed sandals with a two inch cork heel. I stood up and felt my balance easily readjust to the new heels. Returning to the front of the store I found Millie handing her keys to Andre along with the bags from the dress shop. She was asking him to load all the bags into her car. I guess when you spend that much on shoes, that's the kind of service you get. "Oh good. You're back and you look much better. Let's go dear. We still have so much to do!" Millie looped her arm around mine and off we went down the mall. Millie started asking lots of questions as we looked in the shop windows. I tried to defer as many as I could but she was persistent. I even tried asking Millie about her life but I finally gave in and started making up stories interspersed with the facts. Brad and I had known each other since high school. He was Romeo to my Juliet in the school play. He was very popular with the girls. How I ended up with him, I wasn't sure. We had been friends forever but things had just happened rather suddenly. As we passed the food court, Millie said she was hungry. I followed her in. Millie sat me down at a table and ran off to get food. She returned with two chicken salads, an iced tea, and a glass of white wine. What I really wanted was a burger and a large beer but that wasn't happening in my current position. Millie raised her glass toward me in a toast. "To shopping and credit cards!" I raised my glass and agreed. Shopping had never been high on my list. But with Millie it had been fun, even though it was for women's clothes. She was a nice person and I was getting comfortable around her. After lunch, we continued at a frenzied pace. We hit the jewelry store for more earrings, bracelets, and matching necklaces. I think Millie was trying to clean out the mall with Brad's card single handedly! I paused in front of the Victoria's Secret entrance, but Millie just pushed me from behind. She pulled out several bra and panty sets and held them up for me to see. The first pair was a mauve bra with push up cups. My eyes widened as I looked at the panties. "Millie! I can't wear a thong!" She tossed the set into our basket. "Nonsense. You're going to be the sexiest mommy Brad has ever seen. After the baby is born, you need to get your groove back, and this is just the set to help you do that." We must have spent over an hour in the store. Millie continued tossing lingerie into the basket I was holding as we moved from rack to rack. I had given up long ago arguing with her. At first I was making up things like "Oh, that's Brad's favorite color on women." And then I found myself grabbing things off the racks myself and asking for her opinion. She always agreed, but occasionally had t