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Everything's Bigger in Texas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "I just can't get over her," said Connor. "You're a bloody millionaire, man," Replied Billy Bob as they sipped their beers at the bar. "I knew leaving New York might be an issue, but she's loved Texas since we've been here," said Connor. "Just not me anymore! I'm so damn lonely since she moved out." "Damn it, come on man! Pick yourself up," said Billy Bob. "With your money, you can have almost anyone you want." "Money isn't everything," said Trisha, in her deep southern twang. "If i was Cheryl, i would have never left him." "I know. I messed up. I put work first. I'm an idiot," said Connor, downing another beer. "I only want her, and I'd give up every cent to get her back." "I'd marry you, if I wasn't married," said Trisha, kissing his cheek as he got up. "Well, gotta go tuck in my little rascals for bed. See you at work tomorrow" "Anyway, thanks for listening to me crying in my beer. See you two tomorrow," said Connor. Connor got into his fancy Mercedes and drove back to his empty home, all depressed. He had been a successful trader in the Stock Exchange in New York City, and left that lifestyle to follow his girlfriend Cheryl, whose company transferred her to the south. He invested a lot of his money in oil now that he lived in Texas, and spent his time monitoring the market and doing some consulting. It was impossible for him to sleep as he tossed and turned all night, unable to shake his depression as she had been gone for a solid 2 weeks now. He took a brief nap but awoke, staring at her engagement ring, which now sat on top of his nightstand instead of her ring finger. He stood up looking at it in his cell, until the phone started buzzing with some email messages. "No fucking way!" screamed Connor. "No, not him! Not that pompous asshole, Garth Thorton." Connor started frantically dialing as the phone was answered on the second ring. "Hello, Mr. Cirillo," said the voice. "I told you this might happen. She's a beautiful girl." "I know you did Mr. Porter, but I still can't believe it," said Connor. "I want to know everything they do and every place they go. Start digging for anything you can about him. I want details about his life, girlfriends, everything. Drop everything else and do this. This asshole has been a constant thorn in my side since I've come here to Texas. I'm not losing my fiance to him. No fucking way." "Mr. Cirillo, that will be expensive. I'd be on the clock 24x7 for you, and I'd need some additional equipment. Are you sure that's what you want?" "You already know he's a player in these parts, so this won't be easy." "Money is not the issue here, Mr. Porter," Connor retorted. "You are supposedly the finest private eye in this part of Texas, and that's what I want. You can start immediately." Every day Mr. Porter called and emailed Connor information about his ex- girlfriend and her new lover. Connor spent thousands of dollars on equipment, and each day reviewed the video and phone recordings of their conversations. He analyzed every detail and spent every waking moment strategizing on how to fix the situation. After another week, he could barely function at work, and had a face to face meeting with his private eye. "So here's my suggestion, Mr. Cirillo, Hire yourself a few good women," said Mr. Porter as they pouring through some reports. "I've fully investigated all of his activities and background, and the good news is he's a womanizer. He loves the ladies, and he's been through quite a few over the last couple years. The bad news as you know, is that he talks to her two or three times every day, and since I've tracked him he's not been with any other women. If you're lucky, this will just pass." "Pass when?" said Connor, getting upset. "When she's engaged, or he hurts her?" "Well, he's not an abuser physically, but he's left some emotional baggage from what I've seen. He's good looking and wealthy. Women like that type of man down here. Not that women aren't into you Mr. Cirillo, but you look like more of a city type," said Mr. Porter. "Not many men down here dress like you and have perfect hair and nails. We're more men's men, if you know what I mean, sir." "Where I come from, they call what I am a successful man that cares about his hygiene. I know I'm very neat and clean cut. I've always been more of a metro sexual man, but she always liked that about me," said Connor. "Do yourself a favor and just follow my advice. Get yourself a few good women," said Mr. Porter. "It works for most guys like us." "You know what, I will," said Connor. "Where do I hire them?" "I'm no pimp. You're a good looking guy," said Mr. Porter chuckling. "You'll have no trouble meeting them." "No, I meant for him," said Connor. "I'm going to hire some hot girls for him, and maybe he'll dump her or she'll find out about them and leave him." "Ok, I guess that's a good strategy." Mr. Porter handed him a phone number. "This is an escort service. Call them and then I'll follow them, and we'll see how it goes." Connor personally screened and hired a number of girls as Mr. Porter tracked each girl as they attempted to seduce Garth. Each time the girls were sent to bars, restaurants, and even his office, but with no success. Attempt after attempt failed as Connor listened to the wire taps and watched the hidden video. Again he met with Mr. Porter and was told that just maybe they were in love, and he should try to move on. Frustrated, he headed down to his local bar and met up again with his drinking buddies Trisha and Billy Bob. "So how did it go today?" asked Billy Bob. "Struck out again," replied Connor, playing the brief video for them on his phone. "Let me see a few others," said Trisha, as they watched them all. "Damn, this sucks. This guy is turning down some hot women," said Billy Bob. "Can I date them, since you paid for them already?" "Don't be such an asshole, Billy Bob," said Trisha, giving him a playful punch. "I'm out of ideas," whined Connor, wallowing in his beer. "These girls are the hottest girls I could find." "And that's your problem Connor," said Trisha. "You men all think alike, but after a while you realize that those girls are for a little fun, but not the type you really want. I'm guessing that's what happened to Garth. Think about it. Cheryl is nothing like those girls." "What are you talking about? Cheryl is gorgeous," said Billy Bob. "Yes, she is but she's not slutty like them. If you watch the tapes and listen to their phone conversations, this guy is looking for a girl to settle down with, not some trampy chick like you've sent him. Unless you're going to send in a better catch than Cheryl, he's not interested," Trisha. told him "Holy crap, I think you're right," said Connor. "But that means I don't have much time before this could get serious then. I need the right girl for him, and I need her fast." "Maybe you need a girl with true southern charm, honey. One that makes a good catch, and takes care of her man. That's the only way you'll get him away from Cheryl," said Trisha. "Cheryl is a great girl, but down here they like girls that are put together, yet not primadonas like you have in the city. I'll bet he'd push her aside for the right southern woman." "And where do I find that?" Connor was excited now. "Sorry, but I'm already taken," teased Trisha. "How about I just hire you for this little acting job," said Connor. "Your husband wouldn't have to know. I'd pay you whatever you want!." "Honey, I wish I could! Twenty five pounds and two kids ago, I'm sure I could do it, but now I doubt it," said Trisha chuckling. "Plus, I'd never cheat on my husband, and he'd freak if I told him this. The money is tempting, but I think you'll need a younger model than me anyway. You've got to find a good woman who looks just as good in her cowboy boots and jeans, as she does in a fancy dress, like Cheryl. Plus, one knows how to take care of her man and I mean in the kitchen and the bedroom. Find a woman like that ,and you've got a fighting chance to get him away from her, and you better do it fast." "Sounds like a layup," teased Billy Bob. "And while you're at it, get me one of those too." "Oh, and one more thing," said Trisha. "Don't depend on that silly private investigator this time to brief the girl. You've got to dump all your emotion and knowledge into her head. She's got to be more in tune with what she's got to do. I think you're almost out of time." "Thanks. Tomorrow I'll try your idea," Connor replied as he headed home. In the morning, he headed down with Mr. Porter to the escort service and screened girl after girl. He struggled to find a girl that could both look the part and pull off what he wanted. Most of the girls only wanted his money, and could barely think and chew gum at the same time. He headed into the office and then had lunch with Trisha and Billy Bob. "So, how did it go with the girls today?" asked Billy Bob. "Struck out," said a frustrated Connor. "We're going to try some other services tomorrow, but they really don't have girls like this." "Well, maybe you'll have better luck with some new places tomorrow," said Trisha. "Hey, how about you let me cheer you up and I'll treat you to a mani-pedi later. I can see you're chewing on your nails, and they look pretty shitty." "I know. It's my nerves," said Connor. "How many guys actually get their nails done?" said Billy Bob. "Don't you feel weird doing that!" "Well back home in the city, it was common. I guess down here there's not many, but I still find it relaxing," said Connor. "And there's nothing wrong with it, Billy Bob," said Trisha. "You could really use a good manicure on those oven mitts you call hands," teased Connor. "Join us and I'll treat you." "No thanks partner, but maybe you should get your hair done too, and try to seduce Garth yourself," teased Billy Bob. "You know they say if you want something done right, do it yourself." "You're such an insensitive asshole, Billy Bob," screamed Trisha, annoyed with him. "Your friend is devastated here. Be a little supportive." "No it's ok, Trisha," said Connor, putting his hand in front of her to calm her down. "He's got something there! Awhile back, Cheryl and I attended a fund raiser where the theme was a gender bender. We all dressed in drag, and I know this may sound weird, but almost no one recognized me. People couldn't believe how good I looked cross dressed. You know what? What the hell do I have to lose? I'll try anything at this point!." "You can't be serious?" said Trisha, looking him up and down now. "You are one crazy Yankee?" said Billy Bob, shaking his head. "Yes I am," nodded Connor. "So how about it Trisha? I could use a little help here. I'd need help shopping and with makeup and everything." "Honey, that's way out of my league." Trisha smiled. "You're totally sure about this?" "100%!" said Connor. "Ok, then. I can help, but we'll need way more than my help if you want to pull this off," said Trisha, dialing her phone. "Hey Carrie, its Trisha. Yes I'm still coming in for my nails, but I've got a friend that's looking for a full makeover session. Can I bring my friend with me for a consultation? Now don't hang up, as this is the weird part. My friend is a guy that's looking to get made over into a girl. He'll need the works, and he understands it'll be expensive. Really, that's great?! See you in a bit." "So, she said yes," Connor asked. "She said she's done it before, but for Halloween," said Trisha. "But this girl is amazing. She's super creative and she said she loves a good challenge." "You know, you need a shrink," said Billy Bob. "Maybe I do," said Connor chuckling. "But I've come this far, so I'm at the 'what the fuck' stage." "Well, I really don't know what stage you're at here," said Trisha, shaking her head and grabbing her pocketbook. "But I do know this should be interesting. Well, if anyone can make you beautiful, it'll be Carrie. Let's get a move on, because I think this is going to take some serious time." Connor hopped into his car and followed Trisha to her salon. He pulled up, seeing a very modern contemporary building with a series of hairdressers at their stations, working on women fully on display behind large glass floor to ceiling windows. He parked in the lot and got out, feeling worried as Trisha walked over to him. "Wow, maybe I'm not sure about this now," said Connor. "Oh, don't be a chicken. You'll regret it later, since I know you want to try this," said Trisha, holding his arm. "Come on, I'm here to support you. Just go in there and at least talk to Carrie." "Oh shit! What now!" said Connor, seeing his private eye's number on his caller id as his phone starting buzzing. "Hey Mr. Porter." Connor listened intently as Mr. Porter relayed the situation as Connor took a few deep breaths. "Are you sure! Ok, then I guess we're moving forward quickly," said Connor. "Get my invitation and I'll be there!" "What happened?" said Trisha. "Change in plans," said Connor. "Ok, no biggie. You had some serious butterflies anyway!" said Trisha. "I'll tell Carrie it's off." "Well, not exactly," said Connor, nodding his head. "Cheryl just got summoned away on business, so she won't be with him for a few days. She's on her way to the airport now." "Oh that's great, you've got more time to think this all out," said Trisha. "No, Mr. Porter thinks it's the exact opposite," said Connor. "He thinks I need to strike now with her out of town. He thinks this is my chance to catch him while he's lonely and vulnerable." "Really, how fast then?" said Trisha, covering her mouth. "Well, Mr. Porter is getting me a ticket for the black tie benefit tonight that he's attending," said Connor. "I guess I'm going to need a dress." "Oh boy," said Trisha. "Let's get you to Carrie, and I'll work on the dress." "Hey Carrie," said Trisha as she immediately walked over hugging her, as she was working on an older woman's hair. "How ya'll doing Trish," said Carrie, hugging her and rushing over to Connor. "Well, here's my little project." "Hi," said Connor, extending his hand as she lifted his chin, inspecting him. "Hmm? Interesting," said Carrie, hugging him and sizing him up as she stared at him. "I can definitely do something here. Why don't you go sit down in the back, and we'll begin your consultation today with a little experimenting." "Well, Trisha tells me you're the best, so I trust you," said Connor. "Thanks Trisha. You're such a darling," said Carrie. "So we'll take it slow, and I'll work with you honey, so don't be nervous. And don't worry, I'm not here to judge you dear." "Oh, I don't care about that at all Carrie, and that all sounds good except for one little detail," said Connor. "I no longer can take it slow. You see things have changed a bit, and I'll need your full assistance today. I may have walked in here a man, but I need to walk out of here a 'woman', and cost is no object." "Ok, well now that you two are acquainted," said Trisha chuckling. "I'll be getting my nails done, and I'll see you two later. While they're doing my toes, I'll make some calls and once Carrie is done working her magic, we'll hit the dress shops." "Ok, see ya Trish," said Carrie. "Now follow me to the back and I'll need you to strip off down to your skivvies, Connor. Let me get a good gander at you honey, and I may also be able to get you to the right dress shop once we get a feel for your sizing. Either way, let's get started." Connor followed Carrie to a well-lit dressing room and she came in with him, closing the door. It was awkward as he stripped down in front of her, as she folded his clothing as he took it off, placing it on a bench. "Not too hairy, but certainly I've got to start with cleaning you up, honey. You're not too muscular, so we should be able to give you some shape, and put you in a few things. You want me to have them wax you, or do you want to nair it off in the shower," said Carrie. "I think the nair will be fine," said Connor. "I've shaved my legs before, but that wasn't easy as I nicked myself up pretty good." "We wouldn't want that. You're gonna have to lose the boxers, though," said Carrie, handing him a small plastic type panty. "Put this on and I'll have someone meet you in the shower in the next room in a minute." Connor changed and walked over to the shower as a small woman met him there. She slipped a shower cap over his head and placed some goggles over his eyes, and then slipped her hands into some rubber gloves. Before he knew it, the pungent smell filled his nostrils as she began covering his body in a cr?me. He stood there shivering a bit, feeling the tingle, and before he knew it, he was watching his body hair sail down the drain. She softly dried him and then she began applying a cr?me all over his body as he felt the soothing sensations. When she finished, she took some measurements, and then stunned him, slipping off his panty before handing him a simple white bathrobe and simple cotton panty. He slipped them on and then followed her as his next stop was being placed in a chair back in the main salon. He looked around nervously as other patrons where all around him as he sat there. He watched Carrie pull down a dryer over another client as she headed his way. "So, I got the inside skinny on your situation form Trisha," said Carrie, shaking her head. "You are one determined young man. I like that in a man, now let's see if we can make it work in a woman. I thought you were just a rich cross dresser, but wow, going this far for the woman you love is unique." "Thanks," said Connor. "So, what's your fancy here, honey?" said Carrie. "Obviously, you'll be starting with something formal tonight, so we'll be gearing your look that way. Are you leaning towards glamorous or sexy, or are you thinking more subdued?" "Well, I'm not really sure. As attractive as I can be, I guess," said Connor as she pulled off his shower cap and brushed his hair backward. "Honey, don't you worry about that. I can do a lot of things with you, and when I'm done you'll look wonderful. Now let me start with some basics, and then we'll see which way we'll take this. I heard this guy rejected beauty after beauty, and is hung up on your ex-finance," said Carrie as she pushed back his hair, putting a headband on him. "Got a picture of her on you?" "Yes, here," said Connor, taking out his phone and scrolling through some pictures. "Oh, she's very chic looking," said Carrie as she leaned back his chair a bit and then begin applying foundation. "I guess they call that very Fifth Ave, from where ya'll are from." "Yeah, I guess that describes it pretty well," said Connor as she blended over and over with her sponge. "Cheryl is always very well put together, and fashionable." Carrie now worked on his lids as she drew with her pencil and then brushed at his lashes. She jumped back and forth on his eye lids as he sat there patiently as she painted him up. "Smile for me, baby," said Carrie, as she took her pencil outlining his lips, and then a brush, filling them in. She brushes on some blush and then coated his face in powder, before taking a tube gloss to his lips, as he enjoyed the taste. "You clean up nicely," said Carrie, spinning him towards the mirror. "What do you think?" "Not too shabby," said Trisha, coming over. "You weren't kidding when you said people mistook you for a woman!." "I know. It's crazy, right," said Connor, tilting his face back and forth, admiring himself. "He's very pretty, and that's before we've pumped it up a little," said Carrie. "Now let's get your nails done, honey. We'll just do French nails, to be safe. They'll go with everything, no matter what you choose to wear." Carrie brought him to the nails station, and he sat there being attended to have his toes and fingers done. It wasn't long before he could see long square tips covering his left hand as they worked, until Trisha came over with Carrie. "So, I got us into Savvion, which is a high end boutique. My sister knows one of the owners, so I got us a private fitting," said Trisha, babbling. "Basically, they could care less about your gender, as all they really care about is your wallet. I gave them your measurements, and they know the deal. They carry plenty of things that should fit you, and also have a lingerie shop, so they said they could also help us with some of the proper shape wear we are going to need." "That's wonderful," said Carrie. "I'm going to send you with some additional eye shadow kits, and this little lip color variety palette, just in case the dress you pick forces a little adjustment, but if you don't pick something outrageous, you won't need to do much of anything once I'm done. Have a seat in the back of the salon to get your hair washed when they're done with you here." It wasn't long now before Connor carefully made his way to the back as he saw Carrie waiting for him. It was weird walking in flip flops, feeling the cotton between his toes and walking with his fingers extended, looking at his newly glossed nails. "Careful sitting with those nails, dear," said Carrie, waving him over. "We will not have time for a repair." Connor held his fingers apart, carefully sitting down. He slid himself into the chair as Carrie wrapped a new cape around him and leaned it back. He didn't have much more than slicked back, slightly past the collar length hair, so the wash and conditioning was fairly brief, and before he knew it, she was towel drying him and leading him back to her chair. "Ok, we're going chic, like Cheryl right?" said Carrie, as she brushed through his hair. "Well, seems like that's his type," said Connor. "I sent in a gorgeous red head, and an absolute blond bombshell, and he brushed them right off." "Ok, you'd know better than me, darlin! Trisha was talking about all type of ideas, and I can do anything," said Carrie, smiling as she spun his chair away from the mirror. "I've got a few ideas. I'll take it from here." Carrie combed his hair back and forth as he could see her studying him. She began working at the back of his head as he could feel her taking sections of his hair between her fingers and snipping, as every once and awhile he watched little clumps slide down his cape. She worked her way to his left side now, parting his hair and combing the entire top to the right, as he could feel the blade of her scissor beneath his left ear as she combed through it and snipped. She moved over to the right now, inserting a few clips as she lifted his hair, and stretched a few sections before doing a little more chopping. "Ok, you have to stay super still now, honey," said Carrie, putting her index finger under his chin and combing through both sides, as she held his face steady. She again stepped back, looking at the right and left, before placing her left hand on his forehead and tilting his head slightly to the right. She combed through the right side again and wasted no time taking her long thin shears between her fingers, as he could hear the precise cut in his ear drum. She moved over to the left side now, tilting his forehead slightly that way as she quickly combed and sheared. She filled her hands with mousse now and covered his hair before drying her hands in a towel and switching on her blow dryer. She pulled each side with her brush, drying it as she stretched it to the right and left before switching it off and brushing through it. "So, I'm thinking I'tl be tough to wear this in a man's look, after this," said Connor, wondering what she had done. "Will I be able to slick it back or something?" "Let's worry about that when we have to," said Carrie, as he watched her change a blade on an electric shear. "We can always buzz it off honey." Carrie walked behind him now as he heard the electric trimmer switch on. He sat there feeling a chill run down his spine, feeling the buzzing at the back of his head. She seemed to switch blades a few times and work precisely, before he felt her softly dust the nape of his neck and come back in front of him, grabbing a purple, thin flat iron. She inserted it into his hair on the left now, tugging through it a few time before spending much more time on the right. She again took her scissors, circling him as he felt a few snips here and there as she worked. "Almost there, Connor," said Carrie, as she was now touching his hair before she covered his eyes with her palm as she saturated him in hairspray. "Trisha, come on over dear." "So pretty, Carrie!" said Trisha as she looked at him. "Oh, it's definitely chic and sophisticated. Not exactly what I expected to see, but I'd have to say 'wow!" "You put him in the right dress with this cut, and he's going to look amazing," said Carrie. "Just let me brighten the lip color a touch, and I want to add a little more eye shadow depth." Carrie worked on his lids and then focused on his lips for another minute. When she finished, she stood back nodding and then turned his chair as Connor got a look at himself, and seemed pretty stunned. "Holy crap!" said Connor, tilting his head and watching his hair move in unison on the right as he took his right hand from beneath his cape and swept it slightly from his right eye with his nails. He shook his head, slowly studying his new precision cut and smiled, amazed at his new look. He licked his lips, seeing them glisten with their cherry gloss, and winked at himself , getting a good view of his deep, dark, dramatic smoky eye makeup. The shine from his almost black hair was incredible he thought, as most of his hair swung over to the right in a shiny straight style away from its deep left part, as he swivelled his head a touch. When he turned straight ahead, he could see that at each side it began at almost chin length, and then dramatically was tapered, growing shorter as it reached the back of his head. Carrie now held up a mirror, showing him the back as he instantly knew what the electric shearing was about, as she had buzzed it very neatly into tight, distinct, graduated layers. "You look beautiful, honey!" said Carrie, walking behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders. "I know it's a bit of a shock at first, but it's a precision cut, which is so in and sexy right now. It's much trendier than the little choppy bob Cheryl has. Personally, I think it's much prettier than her hair anyway. Her look is on the way out. Don't you think, dear?" "It's definitely more hip, I guess?" said Connor, feeling his neck as she pulled off his cape. "And I think it's the first time I've seen my neck since college." "Well, thanks, enough admiring, Connor," said Trisha, looking at her watch and handing her Connor's credit card. "Thanks Carrie, but we have to get moving to get to Savvion." "It was my pleasure," said Carrie. "Good luck dear." Connor followed Trisha outside as they got in their cars. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror as they drove off to the boutique. He caught some weird looks from the valet as he pulled up, when they saw him step out of his car dressed in his trousers, his dress shirt untucked, and flip flops with tissue still between his toes. "Are they mocking me?" Whispered Connor. "Well, maybe at first, but right now, they're checking out your ass," said Trisha, chuckling as Connor looked over making eye contact as they looked away. "We girls wear all kinds of crazy shit sometimes. It's no big deal." "Ohh lala," said a woman, pretending to kiss each of their cheeks as they walked in. "Hello there, Connor. Come come, we have to get you out of these hideous clothes. I'm your fashion stylist, Francine." Francine whisked him off to the back room and wasted no time stripping him to only his briefs. She briefly re-checked his measurements and nodded as they matched her chart. She opened the curtain, snapping her fingers and before he knew it, two women appeared with a series of undergarments. Francine wasted no time taking some rubbing alcohol and pouring it on a swab, cleaning his breast area. She then surprised him, holding a small fleshy type half breast and pulled some tabs from inside it. One of her helpers then pushed Connor's real breasts inward, squeezing them to create cleavage as she pushed each false one on, holding them in place. She released them, checking to be sure they had adhered on each side, and then took the little plastic hook attached to each one and clipped them together. ""If you have to pee, now is the time dear, because later will be challenging," said Francine. "I think I'm ok," said Connor, as she nodded to her helpers to proceed. Connor stood there as one of the women knelt and pulled down his briefs as he tried to avoid eye contact as they lifted his legs, placing them into his new undergarment. He could feel how stretchy it felt as it ran up his legs, and then pure embarrassment as he felt a hand from behind reach between his legs, pushing his testicles inside his body cavity, and pulling his manhood between his legs. He looked down, seeing the smooth front now as they stretched the material tightly over his hips and then up to his breasts, before sliding his arms through some single straps. "Not too bad, considering how skinny you are," said the woman, as he looked down, seeing himself encased in a nude colored, one piece bustier cincher. Francine clipped each little clasp in the back, as he felt it really cinching him in now, and then proceeded to tighten it, pulling on some laces. "Does it have to be so tight?" whined Connor. "You just said I was skinny." "Women are never skinny enough," said Francine. "Now breathe all the way in, and hold it. This is a light weight garment, so it won't be too restrictive. Do you want me to get something that squeezes harder." "That's ok," said Connor, exhaling as he sucked in again for her. Connor couldn't believe the tension as finally she was finished. She turned her attention to pushing and adjusting his cleavage, and then tightened the bra straps over his shoulders. One of the workers now knelt as the other held his arm, rolling up nude thigh high stockings on each leg. He tugged tightly on them, before snapping their elastic bands just a few inches from his crotch, and Francine unzipped the first dress. He stood silently as they adjusted and studied the black velvet gown, before having him step into a shorter, silver sequin one. He tried on dress after dress patiently, as each time he wandered quickly outside the room, giving a little spin as Trisha would add her two cents worth. "Ok, put this back on her, and I'll get her shoes," said Francine, undoing the left bra strap "Finally," whined Connor, happy to have it over with and get on with his task as he sat down. "But this one is not too easy to sit in." "Fashion never really rests, my dear," teased Francine, slipping his feet into his shoes. "Well then, I guess this is the dress for me, because neither do I, once I set my mind to something," said Connor confidently, as he held out his right wrist as Francine strapped on a thick bracelet on him. Connor confidently walked out of the dressing room, wobbling just a touch in his shoes. He smiled, giving Trisha a slow spin as she giggled, seeing her friend act the part. "Not half bad, Connor. Who could have guessed this?" said Trisha, handing him a purse. "Heel to toe though, or you'll break an ankle." "I know. Crazy, right?" Said Connor ,admiring himself in a three way mirror as Francine slipped some earrings on each ear. "I feel so tall and thin in this. I think he's at least going to notice me." "Honey, you wanted to be seen. In this dress, you will definitely turn a few heads," said Francine. "That's what you wanted right? If you want something different, we can go more conservative." "I did, but I just never pictured myself like this," said Connor, as he twisted his hips just a touch and looked at his back as he took his finger, sweeping his hair just from in front of his eyes as he stretched his neck. Connor batted his thick lashes as he stared at himself in the three way mirror, in a scarlet red silk Valentino floor length gown. The sleeveless dressed rested only on his right shoulder, as Francine had obviously removed the left bra strap, fully exposing his bare shoulder design on one side. It was a tight, sleek cut which was simple, yet elegant and precise in design, as it fell straight down each side, pinching in a little at his waistline, and tightly surrounded his small hips, giving him a pencil thin, smooth appearance and was decorated only by some delicate rose ornamentation across the right shoulder strap, and at its hem on the floor. The little silicon which helped press his breasts together and add some needed shape, gave him a "B" cup at best on top, and his cute cleavage tastefully poked out, as did a large portion of his right leg, as the dress had a deep slit on that side. His shoes were delicate 4 inch, scarlet red strappy sandals, and in his ears he now had clip on long dangling single strand rhinestones, which matched the thick bracelet he had on his right wrist. "Just a few touches, dear," said Francine, adding a large diamond pendant around his neck. "And this watch will go beautifully." "Ok, thanks," said Connor, as he stepped away from the mirror, all ready now. He walked over to the counter signing his credit card receipt, barely blinking an eye at the money he spent and looking over at Trisha as she waited for him. She opened his little clutch purse, and dropped in a few items and then opened a small tube to his lips, before tossing it in. "Just a little lip gloss and some Channel No. 5," said Trisha, adding some perfume. "I put as much as I could in this little purse, and now let's get moving. I think you're ready." "I hope so," said Connor, walking with her out the door as his car was brought up. "What are you going to do if he actually comes on to you?" said Trisha. "I mean honestly, I never thought you'd look this good?" "Thanks, I guess," said Connor getting into his car. "I 'm going to seduce him, and have Mr. Porter take pictures that I can show Cheryl." "Do me one last favor, that I thought I'd never ask you," said Trisha, stepping away from her car. "Anything," said Connor. "Stay away from my husband looking like that!" teased Trisha as she waved good bye. "I'll share my stylist with you, but not my man." "Very funny," said Connor. "You know I'm not gay, and I'm not planning on touching him. That's not even funny. I'm just looking for enough to show Cheryl what a dog this guy really is." "Maybe not yet you're not, but you're lipstick and gloss are in your purse, and at this point I assume you're going to do whatever you have to do," said Trisha blowing him a kiss. "I may be a naive southern girl, but I hope you're not naive enough to think you're seducing some pompous millionaire with just a chic haircut and a tight red dress, but if that's what you're thinking, well hey good luck with that!"