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Walk a Mile in My Heels Belladonna [Author's Note: This story is based on idea from GFriday.] As the first day after the implementation of the office's new dress code continued on, the girls in the office groused to each other about the recent changes. Shane Moore could sense that there was more than a little resentment towards him for eliminating the office's business casual dress code as part of his efforts to make the office appear more professional. The girls' earlier protests to his changes to the dress code fell on deaf ears. Shane knew their concerns, but he did not think much of them. He believed that proper attire made people work harder because it makes clear that they are not in their own homes or on their own time. Shane's employees did not see it that way though. Some of the female employees felt as if Shane was taking his divorce out on them by requiring them to wear heels of at least 2 ? inches in height during business hours with the skirts, pantsuits and dresses they were limited to wearing. Shane's female employees were sure that his ugly divorce had affected his treatment of them. While Shane had been a feminist and laidback prior to discovering his wife's affair, after he found out about it, he seemed slightly misogynistic and was more authoritarian. While Shane had given his employees some leeway in the past with their work, he had increasingly become a micromanager, requiring every step along the way be taken the way he prescribed. While he walked around the office, Shane saw some of his female employees sneaking glances at him as they spoke to each other. Shane shook his head, knowing that his male employees had taken the new policy far better than his female employees. They did not object to having to wear suits. They, alternatively, complied and went about their business as they had prior to the commencement of the new dress code. Shane wished that the many dissenting girls in the office would accept it and move on with their lives. The sight of a group of girls trying to cajole Caitlyn MacColl, the highest ranking female in the company, into doing or saying something, to her noticeable dismay, made Shane come to a stop. Shane approached the girls and asked, "Ladies, is there a problem here?" The girls shook their heads before Shane asked Caitlyn, "Why did you look so upset?" "It was nothing. We'll talk about it later." "If they're putting you on the spot, I want to know now," Shane retorted as he looked over his executive Vice President, who was also the Secretary on the company's Board of Directors. As Caitlyn began to equivocate, Christy Barr stood up as she answered Shane's question directly, "We were asking her to speak to you about the new dress code." Shane was not surprised by Christy's answer. He knew that Christy had been the most vocal critic of his policy changes. "Why don't you speak to me about them?" Shane replied. "Mr. Moore, we did, but you don't seem to understand what we go through." "What do you go through, Christy?" Shane retorted with sarcasm evident in his tone. "Do you have any idea what it's like to have to wear these things every day?" Christy asked as she pointed to the three and a half inch, red suede high heeled pumps on her feet. "Honestly, I can't say I do," Shane replied with a smile. "Why don't you try them on and see, then?" Shane laughed and shook his head. Christy stared at him and said, "No, I'm serious, Mr. Moore. If you want us to do it, you should at least understand what you're really asking us to do." "You're crazy," Shane said with a laugh as he shook his head. Shane's patronizing tone grew more grating on Christy as she declared, "Why don't you walk a mile in my heels before you call me crazy?" "I didn't mean any offense," Shane replied as he looked down at her while Caitlyn and the office manager, Casey, squirmed uncomfortably as they started to fear for Christy's job. "I know you didn't! You're just being a typical man. You don't know what we go through. Maybe you should see. Put 'em on for a few hours, or better yet, a few days. Maybe then, you'll be able to understand what we're all complaining about." "I think you're getting a little mellow dramatic. It's not like I'm asking you to change your life." Christy laughed as she shook her head and said, "It does affect our whole lives. Wearing those shoes, a minimum of forty hours a week, causes damage to our feet. If you do it long enough, it'll shorten the tendons in your legs and make it hard to walk in shoes that don't have heels!" "Is that it, Christy?" Shane asked. "Yes, Mr. Moore," Christy replied through gritted teeth as she sat back down. Casey felt uneasy as she squirmed while the tension that filled the room continued unabated as they all remained silent. She cracked a smile as she turned to Shane and inquired, "So, Mr. Moore, are you going to spend a few days in Christy's pumps?" Shane glared down at her before she laughed and added, "That's a disturbing image, ain't it, Mr. Moore." Shane laughed as he nodded and said, "Yes it is. God, I'd look like a circus freak!" "Why's that?" Casey asked. "First off, I'm 5'11," so I'd get some stares walking around in a dress just for that." "I'm 5'11," Caitlyn replied as she crossed her arms and stared at Shane. "I know, but you can pull it off." Caitlyn shrugged with a smile before she nodded. Christy then asked, "Well, why can she pull it off, but you can't?" "Excuse me, here, Caitlyn. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this, but to be honest, it's because she's a very pretty girl." "Oh, I take such offense!" Caitlyn declared with mock indignation before she laughed. Casey nodded in agreement with Shane's description of Caitlyn before Christy continued, "Well, what makes you so sure that you wouldn't be a hot girl too?" "Are you serious?" Shane asked as he heard some of his male employees who had been eavesdropping on their conversation start to laugh. "You two aren't that different," Christy stated. "Careful," Caitlyn said with a nervous laugh as Christy's comment slightly offended her. "No. I'm being serious. You two have the same build. You've both got that lean, trim body." "Is that code for saying we're not thin like you?" Caitlyn inquired as she stared down at Christy's emaciated figure. "No! No, you're thin. You both are, but your bodies are more appealing to guys..." "Woo, Woo! Let's get one thing straight, here, my body is not more appealing to guys than yours," Shane retorted. "It would be if you we padded you out at the right places." "Boys do like meat on a girl's bones, just not as much as mine," Casey interjected as she crossed her chubby, lime green tights covered legs. Casey's comment prompted hasty compliments from Christy and Caitlyn about her appearance as Shane leaned against the side of Christy's cubicle and stared down at a group of employees he could tell were listening in on his conversation with the girls. His glare made them all turn away from him and pretend to start working. Christy then turned her attention back to Shane as she said, "Mr. Moore, from the neck down, you've got no problems passing yourself off as a girl." "Why exactly is that?" Shane asked as she shook his head and laughed a little. "Well, you've got that trim, not overly muscular body. While you might get some stares for your height, it's not like you're WNBA player big, so you won't draw too much attention." "I think there are other tells," Shane said as he glanced down at her. Christy studied Shane's appearance from a moment before she said, "No. I don't think so. You don't have a visible Adam's apple, and what size shoe do you wear?" "I wear a size 8." "So that's like a size 10 in women's shoes, I think you wear a bigger size than that," Christy replied as she turned towards Caitlyn. Caitlyn nodded as she replied, "Yes, I wear a size 12." Shane blushed as he thought about how small his feet were for his height. He was not surprised by the fact that Caitlyn had bigger feet than him because he knew her hands were bigger than his from their frequent shaking of hands over the years. Growing ever more uncomfortable, Shane decided to put an end to the discussion as he noted, "While I might not be the most masculine looking guy on earth, Christy, there's one thing you're forgetting." "What?" "People tend to look at a girl's face, and I don't have a girl's face." "I'm not as sure about that as you," Christy countered "You think I look like a chick?" "No, but you've got a boyish charm about you. You look like you're in your early thirties..." "I'm in my late thirties," Shane interjected. "I know, but you don't look it, and that's a compliment, Mr. Moore," Christy said before she winked at him. Shane rolled his eyes before Christy continued, "And your features are slight, and you don't have visible stubble on your face with your light brown hair." "You're being too kind," Shane replied in a low monotone voice as he turned to walk away, fearing where the conversation was going. "I think you should do it," Casey chimed back in. "What?" Shane asked. "I don't know about, Miss MacColl, but I think Christy's right." Shane peered over to Caitlyn, who shrugged while she said, "She might be. I don't know." "You're all nuts," Shane replied as he rolled his eyes once more. Christy got back to her feet and said, "Mr. Moore, if you don't want to do it willingly, maybe we could make a bet. Give you a good 50/50 chance to get out of it." "What do you mean?" "Well, I think I saw horse racing on in your office today." "So observant," Shane said with a smile as he knew that everyone in the office was well aware that he watched horse racing in his office every afternoon and evening. "Well, how about a little wager, then?" Shane started to laugh while he clutched his head and asked, "So what are you proposing, Christy?" Christy tilted her head from side to side before she said, "Well, if you win, you'd get to sleep with me." "Pass," Shane exclaimed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Christy said as she put her hands on her waist. While Shane was attracted to Christy, he knew better than to sleep with her on a bet, so he replied, "I'd rather forego the sexual harassment suit that would follow." Christy laughed as she replied, "Fine, how about I come in every weekend for a month and give this place a good cleaning for free." "Now, that could work," Shane replied before he added, "but, let me guess. If you win, I have to come to work in a dress?" "Only for a week," Christy responded. "A week?" Shane exclaimed. "I think a week would do you some good." "When would this week start?" "I'd say tomorrow. You'd do Friday, and then next week, except for Christmas of course." Shane laughed as he replied, "So you'd expect me to spend my next five workdays in drag?" "You've got no meetings scheduled for those days, so why not?" Christy inquired with a smile. "And where would I get clothes on such short notice?" Shane asked. "I figured you could borrow them from Caitlyn," Christy replied. Caitlyn stared at Christy for a moment and shook her head. Christy and Casey both gave her probing looks before she threw up her hands and said, "Fine, but he won't fit into my shoes." "I think we wear the same size," Casey replied as she slid off her shoe and pushed it next to Shane's feet. Shane instinctively moved his feet away from the shoe before Christy added, "Come on, Mr. Moore. Are you scared you'll lose? You like to pretend you're a horse racing expert. How hard could it be to beat me?" "I'm not an expert but I know my horses." "Then let's make the bet on the sixth race," Christy retorted. "What horse are you going with?" "Does that make a difference?" "If you're going with the favorite, then yes." "No. I like Got on a Lucky One. I've got a feeling..." "That horse is 18 to 1! You know what? I'll take you up on that. I'll go with Handsome Clyde's Dream." "You're on, Mr. Moore," Christy said as she held out her hand. Shane shook her hand with a smile. He had seen both horses run and believed that the horse Christy had bet on was no competition for Handsome Clyde's Dream. With the bet made, Shane walked back into his office and got back to work. As the race time approached, however, Shane grew a bit antsy as he thought about the myriad of things that could wrong and make him lose what he had initially thought was bet he would certainly win. As the announcer stated that the horses were being loaded into the posts, Shane saw his secretary, Nora, get to her feet and mince away from her desk. Shane leaned back in his chair as he was sure that Christy and some of the girls would surely enter his office. Shane, therefore, was hardly surprised when he saw Christy approaching the door with Casey and Nora in toe. Shane smiled as he looked up to them and said, "Oh, you're not bringing Caitlyn in for this too?" Nora shrugged as she replied, "I could get her if you like." "Why not?" Shane replied with a half smile and a shrug of his shoulders as he held his hands up to the side. Nora hurried down the hallway to tell Caitlyn to join them as Shane and the girls watched the horses get loaded into the starting gate. Shortly after Caitlyn walked into the room with Nora, they heard the starting bell ring. Shane breathed a sigh of relief as his horse came out of the gate strong. He was pacing himself well for the first two furlongs in third place. That Christy's horse was running a competitive forth, however, made Shane a bit uneasy. As the horses reached the halfway mark, Shane's stomach felt like it was tied in knots as he watched Christy's horse make a move to the inside rail. Shane watched as the horse made up ground and pushed to second while his horse continued to gallop along in third. Shane nervously rubbed his hands together as the horses reached the three- quarter mile pole. Shane started to shout at the television screen as his horse began to make a move and galloped furiously passed the second place horse and began to close in on Got on a Lucky One. "Go you, bastard, go," Shane shouted, prompting the four women in the room to look at him oddly. "My little one says 'Go Diego, Go'," Casey interjected prompting laughter from the girls before they refocused on the race as it came down to the wire. "It's going to be a photo finish, son of a bitch," Shane exclaimed as he put his hands over his eyes as Christy, Nora and Casey started to cheer. Caitlyn stifled herself from joining in on their celebration, as she knew that, as management, she was supposed to be on Shane's side Shane pulled his hands away from his eyes and saw the unofficial result showing that the horse Christy had bet on had prevailed. Christy smiled while she said, "You are in for a treat, Miss Moore." "Don't get ahead of yourself. It's an unofficial result. They got to look at the picture to see who won and see if there's any disqualifications." "Right," Christy replied, laughing with Casey and Nora. "And it's official," the announcer declared, prompting Shane to slump down in his chair and plant his face down upon his desktop. The girls started to laugh before Casey said, "Don't worry, Mr. Moore, I'm sure you'll find that what we were complaining about was nothing, just like you thought." "I'm so sure," Christy added with a laugh. Shane peered up at Caitlyn to see if she was going to add anything, but she remained silent, stifling herself. "Do I really have to do this?" Shane asked. Christy put her hands on her waist and said, "Would you have held me to the bet if I lost?" Shane knew he would have, but he was hoping she would let him out of it. As she stared down at him, Shane knew that was not going to happen. "How are we going to do this?" "I'll coordinate things with Miss MacColl and Casey here to get you some pretty clothes and some gorgeous shoes that are in full compliance with your sparkling new dress code," Christy replied with a grin. Shane wanted to knock the grin right off her face as he knew she was gloating. She had, however, bested Shane at something he took great pride in. Consequently, he felt that she had the right to revel in her victory. Christy then added, "Of course, you'll have to get your own underwear. I don't think Miss MacColl wants to share her panties with you. Do you?" "I don't want his junk in my...sorry, Shane, no offense," Caitlyn responded, catching herself. "None taken," Shane replied as he propped up his head with his arm. Christy then led the girls out of his office to discuss how they were going to get the clothes and shoes over to Shane. Shane was left alone to sit in silence as he was forced to think about what he had gotten himself into. Shane struggled to get his mind back onto his work as periodic thoughts about parading around like a drag queen kept creeping back into his head despite his best efforts to think about anything else. His efforts were not helped by the routine sound of laughter in the general office area that he was sure was the result of the slowly spreading news about how he would be dressed for the remainder of the work year. "Thank god it's a slow week," Shane muttered into his hand as he knew that there were no meetings scheduled for that Friday or the following week. Shane then put his head down and tried to work. When the workday came to an end, Shane watched as Christy, Casey and Caitlyn filed into his office as Nora collected her things to hurry home to her kids. Christy then explained what they were going to do, "I'm going to Casey's to pick up some shoes to go with the outfits that Miss MacColl's going to lend you. I'm going to pick them up from her and drop them off with you at the May's Landing mall." "Why there?" Shane asked. "Because someone needs panties, bras and hosiery," Christy replied with a smile. "Is that really necessary?" "Was it really necessary to add a provision to the dress code that said if you wear a skirt or a dress, you can't have bear legs, even in the summer?" Shane shrugged and muttered, "Fine. Whatever." "Spoken like a true gentleman," Christy replied. "You mean lady," Casey interjected, prompting laughter from the girls while Shane rolled his eyes. "Anyway...I'm going to meet you there to with the shoes that Casey matched with the outfits that Miss MacColl's going to lend you," Christy said, steering the conversation back on course. "Okay." "Great. So, we're going to get going, and I'll meet you at the mall around 7:30, okay?" Shane shrugged and said, "Whatever, I'll be there." Christy smiled and nodded before she followed Caitlyn and Casey out of his office. "What the hell did I do?" Shane muttered as he heard their conversations growing more distant as they walked towards the exit. Shane walked out of the building not long after they left. He grabbed a quick dinner before he headed to the mall where Christy told him to meet her. Shane parked in the parking lot and waited for Christy to join him. He listened to the radio to calm his nerves as he feared how much Christy was going to lord her victory over him that night. Shane's concentration was broken as he felt a vibration in his pocket. Shane picked up his phone and saw that it was Christy calling. Shane said hello to her before she asked where he was. Shane told her where he had parked before Christy drove her car over to him. Christy got out of her car and told him to open his trunk. Shane pressed the trunk release button and got out of his car to help Christy transfer the two bags she brought from Casey and Caitlyn from her trunk into his. As Christy laid the bags in the trunk, Shane peered into the bag full of heels from Casey and inquired about the one pair of shoes that seemed out of place, "What's with the flats?" Christy smiled as she said, "You're going to find out very quickly that you don't want to be driving in heels." "I'll take your word for it," Shane replied. Christy nodded as she said, "You'll see, Mr. Moore. Oh, wait, I almost forgot." "What?" Shane asked as he watched Christy head back to her car. She opened the door to her backseat and took out a pocketbook. "I brought this for you. I made it up. It's got everything you need in it besides your keys and your wallet." "So it's my little girly goody bag?" Shane asked with a sarcastic look on his face. "It's my gift to you," Christy replied with a grin. "Thanks," Shane replied with a huff. "Well, now, it's time for you to part with a little money, Mr. Moore." "Okay, let's get this over with," Shane responded before he told Christy to lead the way. Shane followed Christy into the mall and into a department store. Christy led him through the store before she came to a stop in the ladies' intimates department. Shane stood close to her, feeling uncomfortable to be there. Even when he was married and went shopping with his wife, he hated being in that part of a store. He always felt awkward and out of place. That he was there buying clothing for himself, did not make being there any easier for Shane. He followed closely behind Christy as she looked him over and guessed what size tights he wore. She handed him five pairs of tights as she said, "These are the brand I wear. I love them. I think you will too." Shane blushed and looked around, happy to see that no one was in earshot to hear Christy's statement. With the tights in hands, Christy led him towards the underwear. Shane recoiled as he saw her pick up a black thong. "Are you kidding me?" Shane asked her, in a frantic, but self-consciously soft and meek tone. "I read that it's the best type of underwear for keeping you tucked away," Christy replied without any emotion before she turned her attention back to the underwear. "Yes, these should fit you," she said as she handed five pairs to Shane. "Could you please keep it down?" Shane asked, sure that one of the women around them must have heard Christy's comment. Christy rolled her eyes and tossed her hair to the side before she told him to follow her. Shane followed her over to the bra separates. Remembering Shane's self-consciousness, Christy smiled as she took hold of a bra and held it up to Shane and said, "I think that'll work." Shane tried to get her to pull her hand down for a second before she did so with a smile. She took hold of five pairs of bras as a salesgirl came over and asked, "Are you finding everything all right, Miss?" "I sure am," Christy replied before she smiled and winked at Shane. "Will you need anything else?" The shop girl asked. Christy peered over to Shane who shook his head slightly. "I think we're set," Christy answered. "Okay, I'll ring you up," the shop girl replied. Shane and Christy followed the shop girl to the counter before she got behind the register to start processing their transaction. "It's nice to see a couple out shopping together. My mom can't get my dad to do it with her, no matter how many times she asks," the salesgirl said to Christy as they made small talk. "Oh, he's not my husband, he's my boss," Christy replied. "Oh," the shop girl said as she put her head down. "It's not like that. We're shopping for him," Christy said with a smile as Shane's eyes grew large as he gazed at her with a slightly open mouth. The shop girl's head shot up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Okay," she said with a laugh as she continued to ring up their purchases. Christy nodded at Shane to pay when the shop girl stated the amount due. Shane paid the amount and took the bag from her. As they walked away from the counter, Shane glared down at Christy's beaming face and said, "What was that about?" "Oh, that girl had to know that those panties and tights were way too big for me." "She wouldn't know they were for me." "What would you assume, if you were in her shoes, which won't be too much of a stretch, given the heels she was wearing?" "I don't know what I would assume, but I would appreciate it if you didn't tell strangers about what I'm going to do." "Would you prefer I tell people you know? Give me your phone, I'll make some calls." Shane rolled his eyes and said, "You don't get it." "I think you ignored that comment when the girls told you that same thing at work about your dress code." "That's different!" "We'll see about that," Christy rejoined before she pulled his wrist towards a store. "What's this place?" Shane said as he looked around at the various hair care products. "It's the only place I've seen sell wigs, outside of Halloween time." Shane then followed her through the store as Christy led him to the aisle containing a few wigs. "Who is this really for?" "I've only seen girls with cancer buy them, but I'm sure that the ladies here have seen 'girls' like you buy them too." "Oh, ha, ha," Shane replied as he glared at Christy before he shook his head and turned away. "I was being serious," Christy replied before she reached for a wig and said, "This one is perfect." "It's red," Shane responded as he looked it over. "It's reddish." "Red is reddish." "You're saying red, like fire engineer red, this is auburn." "I have brown hair." "No, you have light brown hair." "That's still brown, last I checked." "Yes, but your eyebrows wouldn't give away that this isn't your natural color with some highlights." "Highlights, what kind of girly girl do you think I am?" Shane asked her with a grin. "All girls get highlights these days."' "They do?" "Yes, so welcome to the 21st Century, Mr. Moore," Christy said as she handed him the wig. "Is this all I'll need?" "Heaven's no," Christy replied. "Well, what else is there?" "You need something to secure the wig." "Like what?" "Like this," Christy replied as she handed him a pack of t-pins. Shane nodded and shrugged as he looked at them before Christy took hold of a wig cap and led him to the cashier. Shane paid for the wig and accessories. The cashier handed them the bags and said, "Enjoy kids" with a wink. Shane wondered if she knew what they were up to with it, but Christy had correctly inferred that the cashier assumed they were going to use it for role playing. She turned back towards the clerk and said, "We sure are. I'm going to make him look so pretty." The clerk gave them an odd look before she laughed, believing that Christy was kidding her while Shane blushed with his head turned away from her. Shane groused as he walked along with Christy back to his car. "What's your problem?" Christy asked. "Did you have to humiliate me?" Shane inquired. "She didn't even think I was telling the truth." "It was still embarrassing." "Oh, come on. It can't be the worst thing that ever happened to you." Shane replied truthfully, "Okay, it isn't, but it still wasn't fun, and why do I even need a wig." "Well, there was this guy at work, you may have met him, that issued a revised dress code, requiring all the girls look, quote unquote, professional. For some reason, that includes requiring the girls to have at least a certain length hair." Shane squinted his eyes as he processed Christy's sarcastic tone, knowing that she was talking about him. "Oh, don't get that way, it's only fair that you comply with your own rules," Christy chided. Shane rolled his eyes and said, "This wasn't really the intent of the rules." "I know, if you were planning on following them, you wouldn't have made them." "So you're saying I only set these rules because I was a guy." "Most businesses set rules relating the dress code, but you made it the way you did because you're guy. No women would have written it that way." "That's not true. When I go to Europe, all the girls look dressed up." "The one's you notice, probably." "No it's all of them." "Well, maybe that's just how they do it in Europe. Perhaps you should require all the girls to not shave their armpits and smoke and drink wine throughout their lunch breaks if you want to import that European style." "That's a stereotype," Shane countered. "And your description of the women over there isn't?" Christy rejoined. "Maybe," Shane replied as he saw their cars. As they approached them, Christy told Shane how to put on the tights he bought and how to tuck away his member like she read on the computer. Shane nodded and told her that he would follow her directions. They came to a stop by his car. Shane opened his trunk and put his purchases with the clothes and shoes that Caitlyn and Casey had leant him. As he closed it, Christy said, "I'll come by your house and do your makeup tomorrow morning. I know just the look I want to go with you for you." "Can't wait," Shane replied as he went to open the driver's side door of his car. Christy ignored his sarcastic tone as she laughed and said, "Me neither, Mr. Moore." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Shane awoke before his alarm went off. He pushed himself out of bed and went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee and a quick breakfast. Once he finished eating, he took a shower in his master bathroom. He dried himself off and walked into his bedroom. He looked at the clothing he had hung up the night before and shook his head. 'I'm really going through with this', Shane thought to himself as he continued to shake his head. Shane decided that it was best not to continue to ruminate on his situation. He knew what he was going to be facing at work and figured that he was strong enough to handle any ribbing that might come from what he figured would invariably be his comedic appearance once he dressed en femme. With that thought in mind, Shane reached into the bag containing the undergarments he had bought the night before. He placed on a black padded bra before he stuffed it to about the size he figured that Caitlyn was since he was going to be wearing her top. Shane then took hold of a black thong and a pair of tights. He undid their packaging before he stepped into the thong. As Shane placed the thong on, he noticed that the soft cRolandn of the fabric was resulting in him achieving an erection. His natural reaction to blush confused Shane as he realized that no one was in the room to see his body's reaction to the undergarment. Still, his body's reaction to the tight compression on his privates and the riding up feeling between his cheeks was not something he was happy about. Shane tried to put it out of his mind as he sat down on his bed and began to work the black, opaque tights up his legs. He remembered Christy's instructions the night before and was careful to roll them down before he slowly unrolled them up his legs. As the silky feeling ascended his legs, Shane noticed that his erection, which had been subsiding, returned. "What the fuck is wrong with me," Shane said to himself, pausing to stare down at his straining member. Shane shook his head as he continued to bring the tights up his legs, even as he undeniably found himself enjoying the feeling. That feeling troubled Shane as he covered his groin with his control top tights that further compressed his straining, enlarged member against his body. 'Now, what did she say I have to do this?' Shane wondered to himself as he looked down at his member and remembered Christy mentioning that he had to tuck away his member. Shane sighed as he reached down and felt an intense discomfort as he forced his member between his legs. As he did so, he felt testicles ascending into his body. "That feels so weird," Shane thought as he walked slightly bowlegged as his enlarged member continued to push at his tights between his legs. Shane waddled over to his closet and took out the skirt and blouse combination that Christy had suggested he wear that day. Shane placed on the beige, asymmetrical, pencil skirt with side ruching first and noticed that it slightly interfered with his gait as he walked around the room. He shrugged at the restraining feeling on his legs before he placed on the black blouse with a boat neckline and three-quarter sleeves that Caitlyn had provided to pair with the skirt. As Shane moved his arms in the blouse, the satin fabric moved along his arms. Shane found the luxurious feeling as alien on his body as his tights, and nearly as enjoyable. "How can I be enjoying this?" Shane said to himself before he heard a knock on his front door. Shane peered out his window and saw Christy's car parked in front of his home. He sighed as he knew that she would be the first one to see him en femme. Figuring there was no point in putting off the inevitable any longer than he had to, Shane went down the stairs and said, "Who is it?" Christy identified herself, prompting Shane to stand aside as he opened the door to let her in. He quickly closed the door, using the door itself to shield his body to minimize the chance that anyone outside would see him. Christy laughed as Shane closed the door and she was able to see him en femme from the neck down. Shane glared at her and asked, "What's so funny?" "It's your head over that hot body. It just doesn't fit," Christy said with a grin. Shane rolled his eyes and asked, "Isn't that what you're here to fix?" "Yes, get your wig and your bag." "My bag?" "The pocketbook I leant you yesterday," Christy clarified. Shane nodded as he ascended the stairs. He took hold of his wig cap and placed it on his head before he secured his wig in place with the t-pins. After picking up his purse from his dresser, Shane headed down the stairs with the purse and Casey's black pumps with an ankle strap in his hands. Christy approached the staircase as she heard him coming down it. She looked up, smiled at him and said, "See, with that wig, you look better already." "I still look like a man." "You don't look like much of a man," Christy replied, prompting Shane to glare at her. "That's a compliment, dear. Those people, who wear skirts, usually, don't want to look like men." "That's because they're not men," Shane grumbled. Christy ignored his response before she told him to take a seat. She opened up Shane's purse and removed his makeup. Shane sat still as Christy applied lipstick, eyeliner, masMelanie and foundation to his face. As she continued to apply the makeup, Shane noticed that his head was getting hot. Shane mentioned this to Christy, prompting her to reply, "That's from the wig. It's trapping heat against your head." "Are you kidding me? How am I going to work in this? I'll be sweating all day." "Do you usually sweat at work?" Christy asked. "No...," Shane replied before Christy interjected, "That's because the boss keeps the thermostat on a temperature conducive to hanging meat, so you should be fine while the rest of us girls continue to shiver." Shane stared at her vacantly for her criticism of the temperature he kept the office at. She then finished his makeup and asked, "Where are your flats?" "Upstairs." "Well, go get them." "Why?" Shane asked. "Why? How are you going to drive," Christy responded. "I don't need to wear the flats to drive," Shane said as he slipped his arms into the black overcoat that Christy had leant him. "I would just bring them with you, just in case. Trust me about this. I am a little more familiar with this than you." Shane shrugged and said, "If it will make you happy," before he walked up the stairs and took hold his flats and stuffed them into his bag. Christy nodded at him as she saw them sticking out of the bag as he walked down the stairs before she exited the front door of the home. Shane locked the door behind her before he went through the door that led to his garage. Shane put on his heels before he carefully descended the steps, remembering how his ex-wife always took them at angle while holding the railing. Shane walked over to his car and got inside. He started the car and decided to drive in heels, believing that Christy was simply over thinking things as he felt she was prone to do. Shane pressed his foot against the break as he changed gears and put the car in reverse. He struggled to put pressure on the brake as he pulled the car to the end of the driveway. A driver passing by blasted his horn at Shane before he was able to get the car to come to a stop. As he went to shift the car into park, his foot slipped off the brake and he crept into the street. Shane breathed as sigh of relief that no one was coming as he pulled the car to the curb. With his heart racing, he managed to park the car before he slipped his feet out of his heels and placed on the black patent leather flats with a tonal bead adorned ankle strap that Casey had leant him. "Could she have at least tried to find something less girly," Shane muttered as he looked down at the shoes on his feet before he thought about the heels he had just been wearing and shook his head. Shane shifted the car into drive and headed to work. He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car quickly. Trying not to draw attention to himself, Shane swapped his flats for his heels and headed for the door of the building. As he walked towards it, he saw a group of smokers standing by the doorway. To Shane's general relief, none of them seemed to notice anything strange about him as he approached. Shane walked towards the elevator, not wanting to take the stairs to the second floor, as he often did, because of his heels. Shane waited for the elevator and heard Casey talking on her phone behind him while he waited for the elevator. As Shane stepped onto the elevator, he heard Casey shout, "Please hold the elevator." Shane grabbed the elevator doors to keep them from closing as Casey got on. She did not say much to him at first before she peered down and recognized her shoes. Casey's eyes fixated on Shane's face as she laughed and told the person she was speaking to, "I have to go." Casey gushed as she complimented Shane's appearance. Shane was sure she was exaggerating when she told him that she did not recognize him. They then got off the elevator and headed for the office. As Shane walked in with her, Christy and Nora were waiting for him by the front door. Christy shook her head as he entered and said, "Did you get lost on the way here? I beat you here by 15 minutes." "I had a little trouble," Shane replied as he blushed and put down his head as Nora stared at him with a gaped jaw before she started to laugh. "Okay, get it all out girls," Shane said, prompting others to come and see him as they noticed that he had entered. Shane looked around at the male and female employees that had come out to see him en femme. It was not the whole staff, but it was close to it. Shane took their guarded ribbing of him with good humor. The jokes were not malicious as everyone in the office knew that Shane could fire them at moments notice if they took it too far. After a few minutes, Shane decided not to address the entire staff regarding his appearance, which even some of the guys in the office noted effectively concealed his masculinity. As the commotion regarding his appearance continued, Shane determined that it was best to keep out of sight. He walked away into his office and headed for his desk, leaving his staff to talk about him amongst themselves or get back to work. Shane sat down at his desk and felt the fabric of his tights seem to tighten on his skin as he sat. He rubbed his knee for a moment, savoring the feeling. Shane then settled in his office and started working. He heard occasional stirs outside his office based on his manner of dress, which he knew was invariably going to be the main topic conversation for the day. 'Four more days of this shit', Shane thought to himself as he shook his head. The movement caused the long hairs of his wig to brush against his face. Although he liked the way it felt, he pushed them away from his face. Shane tried his best to keep working as if it was a normal day, but the constant feeling of the bra digging into his back and the arousing softness of his clothes on his body, kept distracting him. The feeling of the clothing was not entirely pleasurable for him either though. Shane found himself removing his heels after sitting down for an hour as the constant perch of his feet was starting to bother him. The slight pain in his feet and ankles was secondary in terms of a distraction to the itchiness of his tights. No matter how much he delicately scratched them, he could not seem to get the itch to stop. Shane was concerned by what it meant, but was too embarrassed to ask one of the girls about it. Shane tried to keep himself out of view of the staff as he worked even though he knew that they were sneaking peeks at him through his open office door. 'Just let them see you from the waist up', Shane thought to himself before he called Nora in to get him a cup of coffee. "Right away, Miss Moore," Nora said as she took his cup. "Miss Moore?" "Well, I don't think it would look right if I called you Mr. Moore, would it?" Nora replied with a grin. "You got me there, I guess," Shane replied as he turned his attention back to his computer screen. Nora smirked as she walked out of his office. She returned with a cup of coffee and said, "Here you are, Miss Moore." "You know, you don't have to say my name every time," Shane replied. Nora shrugged as she responded, "You told us that this is a formal office, and everyone, but the executives have to call you by your last name, Miss Moore." "I didn't say you had to do away with such formalities. I just said, you didn't have to say my name every time," Shane explained. "You're right, Miss Moore. I'm sorry," Nora said with a smile before she left his office. 'If that girl wasn't the best secretary I've ever had, I'd can her', Shane thought to himself as he continued to work. After having lunch at his desk, Shane felt an intense need to use the bathroom. He tried to hold it, but after an hour, he found he could not suppress the need any longer. Shane slipped his feet back into his heels and sensed the familiar awkward feeling beneath his legs as he hurried towards the doorway. He scurried as best he could towards the restroom with his skirt constricted stride and ungainly steps. Shane moved towards the lavatories, hearing the laughter of his employees as he hurried through the office in skirt and heels in such an ungraceful manner. As he reached the bathroom doors, he froze and wondered which one he should enter. Shane jumped a little as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Shane fell into the wall and steadied himself as the girl did her best not to laugh as she helped him get his feet set underneath him. After he thanked the girl, the girl said, "I think you should use the ladies room. We don't want any surprise visitors getting the wrong idea." Shane thought about the unlikelihood of someone showing up unannounced the last Friday before Christmas. Even though it was highly improbable, Shane decided to go along with the office girl's idea. Shane followed her into the restroom and waited with her for a stall to open. Shane moved around a lot as he continued to struggle to hold his bladder. The first stall opened up and the office girl entered as one of his saleswomen exited. She did a double take as she saw him and said, "I didn't think I'd see you here." "I never expected to be here either," Shane replied while he blushed. As another stall opened up, Shane rushed inside it. He closed the door, unzipped his skirt and pulled it down his legs along with his tights as he sat down on the toilet seat and relieved himself. After he finished, Shane stood up, retucked his member and pulled up his panties, tights and skirt. He felt a strange feeling of wetness between his legs as he knew that his member had dribbled a little urine into his thong as he jockeyed it around. Shane disliked the feeling as he exited the bathroom stall and headed for the sink. Shane washed his hands and checked his appearance in the mirror. He felt that he looked fine, but he knew that his lipstick was fading. Not having his pocketbook with him, Shane shrugged at it and exited the bathroom. As he walked through the office, prompting more stares and laughter he tried to ignore, Christy stopped him. "What's up?" He asked. "Miss Moore, you have to freshen up your lipstick." "I know. I didn't bring my pocketbook with me," Shane responded. "That's not very lady like," Christy said, prompting Casey to laugh. "I think the deal was I had to follow the female dress code for the office for five workdays, not act like a lady." "I suppose you're right, Miss Moore, but I think that view's against the spirit of the deal and the practicality. We don't want anyone coming in here and seeing a girl not looking her professional best, do we?" Shane shook his head as he replied, "Okay, I'll do it. Do you have a mirror though?" "There's a compact mirror in your purse." "Great, great," Shane replied trailing off before he headed back towards his office door. As he did so he heard his two in-house accountants laughing about his appearance. Shane shook his head as snuck up behind them and inquired, "So, Bobby, what did you just have to say about me?" The two men froze as they Shane standing with his arms crossed, slightly pushed away from his body by his stuffed bra as he tapped his left heeled foot. "It was nothing." "No. Don't be shy, Bobby, tell me whatever smartass thing you were going to say!" Bobby blushed and answered, "I said you looked good." "Oh, that's not what I heard, Bobby." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Moore." "Mrs. Moore, oh, I'm a married woman, now," Shane replied with a brief laugh as he glared at his cowering subordinate. "No. No, Sir." Shane rolled his eyes and declared, "Out with it then." "I was just making a joke." "A joke. How did it go?" Shane said as he took a step towards him. Bobby's nostril's flared as they smelt the flowerily scent of the perfume that Christy had sprayed Shane with. As the pheromones in the perfume made him slightly aroused, Bobby felt the need to get away from Shane quickly as he responded, "I just said you made a really pretty fag...lady...girl thing," before he trailed off and added, "Well, that wasn't very good." Shane rolled his eyes and threw up his hands and muttered to himself, "Thank God, I don't pay him to be creative." As Shane walked past Nora and into his office, he pulled at his tights, which were beginning to sag on him. Caitlyn noticed what Shane had done and walked towards his open office door. She knocked upon it and asked if she could enter. Shane permitted it and Caitlyn asked, "Are your tights sagging on you?" Shane nodded and sighed as he said, "I never thought I would say this, but yes. My tights have been sagging on me all day." "What brand did you get?" "I don't know. Some brand that Christy said she likes." "They might work for her, but they don't work for us." "Us?" Shane asked. "Tall girls, er...people," Caitlyn responded with a smile and a nod. "What brand do you wear?" Shane asked. As Caitlyn told him the brand, Shane wrote it down as well as the places that Caitlyn bought her tights. Nora overheard their conversation and asked if Shane needed any other advice. "No, I think that's it," Shane said as he scratched at his tights after she slipped off his shoes again. The two girls stared at each other before Nora asked, "What's wrong with your legs, Miss Moore?" Shane rolled his eyes at the fact that Nora had called him Miss Moore in front of Caitlyn before he said, "I've got an itch to scratch. It feel's like it's been going on for seven years too. It hasn't friggin stopped all day!" "My little one gets scratchy legs when she wears tights. It's from the hair that's on your legs," Nora replied. "You didn't shave your legs?" Caitlyn asked Shane. Shane stared at her in silence before he said, "Why would I? Why would I even think about it? Why would you think I would? That's why Christy picked out solid colored tights for me." "I'm just going to recommend that if you don't want that itchy feeling, you've got to shave your legs," Caitlyn said with a nod. "All right, you may be onto something," Shane admitted as he opened a program on his computer. "Is there anything else bothering you?" Nora asked Shane. Shane smiled and said, "Well, now, that you mention it, my thong's been ridding upon on me too. How do you fix that?" "You're wearing a thong?" Nora said before she started to laugh, prompting Caitlyn to laugh into her hands. The sound of their laughter caused Christy to get up from her desk and investigate what was going on. As she entered the room, Caitlyn asked her, "You made him wear a thong?" "I didn't make Miss Moore do anything," Christy countered before she explained why she recommend it. Nora shook her head and said, "Well, anyway, Miss Moore, there's nothing you can really do about it," before she started to laugh again. "Oh, what Miss Moore complaining about her lady problems after only half a day in heels," Christy asked. Shane blushed at her description of his woes as "lady problems." "Just be thankful you won't get a period," Nora added. "I know. It's bad enough I get the little drip," Shane responded. The girls gave each other strange looks as they wondered what he was talking about. Christy, being the least shy of the girls, inquired about what he describing. Shane explained about what happened when he tucked his member after he went to the bathroom. "Well, there's only one thing I know that can deal with that," Christy said as she laughed. "What?" Shane asked. "Start wearing a maxi pad," Christy replied, prompting howls of laughter from the girls as Shane blushed even while he seriously considered the option. "Okay, ladies, I think you've all had enough fun for the day," Shane said as their laughter died down. The girls followed one another out the door as they knew that Shane was politely telling them to get back to their work. Shane shook his head as he started to work again and muttered to himself, "Seriously, four more days of this shit!" Thereafter, Shane kept to himself at his desk. He answered the calls that Nora transferred him and did his best to stay out of sight of everyone in the office, even though he knew his efforts to avoid making himself the center of attention in the office were in vain as long as he was wearing heels. Still, Shane did not want to make it any worse than it was. After the workday came to an end, Shane waited for his employees to file out for the weekend. He stayed in his office for another hour before he headed home. Shane immediately headed for his bedroom to change before he showered and headed out the door again. He grabbed dinner at a local restaurant he frequented alone. Shane sat by himself and read a report one of his underlings had generated for him while he ate his dinner and sipped on his wine. After paying for his dinner, Shane decided to go to the department store that Caitlyn recommended he buy tights from. Shane pulled up in front of the mall where the store was located and hurried into the building. He perused the men's wear section before he slowly drifted into the ladies' section, but he promptly retreated. After he retreated, Shane tried to catch his breath as he wondered if anyone had seen his brief walk through the ladies' section. He knew that someone had, but they did not seem to pay him much attention before he decided to head back into it. Shane felt like a pervert as he headed towards the hosiery section that was kept behind the area containing the panty and bras sets and lingerie. As he saw the brand Caitlyn had told him about, he reached for a package of the black control top tights and heard a squeaky voice behind him ask, "Can I help you, sir?" Blushing furiously, Shane replied, "I'm just browsing" pausing before he quickly added, "for my wife." "What a lucky lady," the salesgirl said before she opened her eyes a little wider and walked away. Shane knew that she realized what he said was a defensive lie, but she did not want to judge him because a sale of ladies wear was a sale to the store regardless of whether it was for a lady or a gentleman. As more women started to walk towards him, Shane thought about the color of the remaining pairs of tights Christy had selected for him. He quickly took hold of two pairs of black opaque tights, one pair each of chocolate and ivory colored tights. Shane saw the salesgirl staring at him as he turned around with four pairs of tights in his hands. He sighed and forced a smile to his face as he approached her to inquire, "Where's the register, Miss." "Oh, I can ring you up," the salesgirl responded. Shane felt relieved by her answer as he was aware that she had already figured him out. It was a relief to Shane to not have to bring them to another salesclerk. Shane paid the girl, took his receipt and carried the bag out of the store quickly, even though the opaque bag shielded its contents from passersby. Shane hurried to his car and took a few deep breaths as he smiled about what he had done. As he thought about the most stressful purchases of his life, Shane glanced down the road at a Supermarket. Shane thought about taking the girls up on their idea and buying a package of maxi pads. Shane laughed at the thought as his mind drifted back to the multiple times he had refused his ex-wife's request to purchase her feminine hygiene products because of the embarrassment he would have felt buying them. "I don't think that will ever be a problem again," Shane said to himself as he started the car and headed towards the Supermarket. Shane parked in front of it before he headed inside. Given the embarrassment he had felt shopping for female undergarments the two prior days, buying maxi pads no longer seemed that bad to him. 'At least, I doubt it would ever cross anyone's mind that they're for me', Shane thought to himself as he saw the aisle he had long dreaded going down. Shane looked around to see if anyone was near him before he hurried down the aisle. He went to grab a bag of maxi pads before he saw the words on each different type. 'Light days, heavy days', Shane repeated in his mind before he saw a box indicating that they were pads made for thongs. Hearing a female voice not far from him, Shane clasped the purple colored box and hurried out of the aisle. He tried his best to fully cover the box with his arm and hand before he walked down the aisle containing the razors. Shane quickly selected a ladies' razor and got on the one lane open in the largely empty Supermarket. The middle-aged woman working as a cashier smiled at him before she saw what he placed down to be scanned. She looked down at the boxes before she gave him an inquisitive look. Shane scratched his head and let out a nervous laugh as he said, "You've got to go with your wife's flow." The woman smiled and said, "She's lucky to have you. Let me tell you, you could never have gotten my husband to get these for me." Shane replied, "She doesn't see it that way," before he paid her and headed out the door of the building to make the drive home. Once he got home, Shane carried his purchased into the house. He put the tights away in his room before he placed the box of maxi-pads into his purse. Shane then took hold of the ladies' razor he bought and carried it into the master bathroom. He stepped into the shower and washed himself before he turned his attention to his legs. Shane knew that his ex-wife never used shaving foam in the shower, so he figured he would lather up his legs with soap. Shane did so and dragged the blades of the safety razor across his skin. The soapy matted hair on the blade let Shane know that his idea would work even as he was disgusted by what he was looking at. Shane removed every strand of hair on his legs before he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. Shane then wrapped a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bathroom. He walked towards his dresser before he came to a stop as he saw the tights he wore that day in a ball on the floor. "I guess this is as good a time as ever to try out the girls' theory," Shane thought to himself. Shane rolled the tights down as he had that morning and began to work them back up his legs. Shane's member immediately twitched as he realized how much smoother the silky tights felt on his legs. Shane's untucked member surged against the control top of his tights as he walked around savoring the enhanced feeling that had seemed so alien that morning. Shane could not believe the extent of the difference shaving his legs had made. Shane put on a shirt before he slipped on a pair of sweatpants and headed down the stairs. As he settled in to watch the television, Shane's arms crept underneath the elastic waist of his sweatpants and rubbed against his legs as he rubbed his feet together while the television blared as nothing but background noise. After an hour or so, Shane decided to go to bed. He ascended the stairs and removed his shirt and sweatpants. He paused as he looked at his tights before he went to the restroom. Shane pulled them back up after he finished going. He loved the way they felt and saw no harm in wearing them to bed. 'One night doesn't make this weird', Shane thought to himself as he climbed into his bed and turned off his light. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Shane awoke the next morning with a strange feeling. It took him a moment to smile and realize that it was the silky feeling of his tights that felt so odd on him as he awoke. He felt the urge to go to the bathroom, but he realized that he was quite aroused by something. Shane sighed as he had gone through it before, but under much different circumstances. Shane hurriedly took off his tights and turned on the television as he tried to get his erection to diminish enough for him to go to the bathroom. After a half-hour, he found that he was able to go. After Shane finished in the bathroom, he walked back into his bedroom and saw his tights on the floor again. Shane blushed as he thought about his urge to wear them again. He shook his head and decided that he had to fight the desire. Shane spent most of his day trying to find things to preoccupy his mind to subdue the urges he was feeling to dress in the soft and silky clothing he was so disturbed to be finding so arousing to wear. Shane kept going over in his head what was happening to him. He knew in his heart he was not a cross-dresser. He had never even thought about it other then as a Halloween costume once before with his wife. The feelings he had experienced, however, were far more intense than he ever imagined they would be. He could not wait to feel them again, even as he knew in his heart that it was wrong to feel the way he did. As Saturday evening passed into night, the urges grew too great. Shane decided it would be no harm to wear the clothes once more. He headed back up the stairs and put on his tights again before he placed on the blouse he had borrowed from Christy and worn the day before. The silky feeling of his tights and satin blouse aroused him greatly as he walked around his house careful to rub his legs together whenever he got the chance. The intense feelings the clothes aroused in him consumed Shane and he spent the rest of his waking hours that weekend in his feminine clothes. When Monday morning came, Shane got ready for work by dressing in the outfit that he thought was the most festive. While none of the clothes were the right colors for Christmas Eve, in his mind, the bright colors of the outfit were the closest to fitting the season. Shane dressed in a white bra, a thong, and a pair of ivory tights before he put on an ivory colored, sleeveless, lace trimmed blouse and a v-neck, white cardigan with a waffle knit pattern. Shane paired the top of the outfit off with the fuschia colored, above the knee, seamed, pencil skirt that Caitlyn had provided to go with the rest of the outfit she was lending him and the pair of knee high, tan leather boots with a 3 inch block heel that Christy told him would go well with the skirt. Christy came by before Shane left for work to put on his makeup before they both drove to the office. Shane arrived at work and said hello to everyone as he entered. Everyone could tell he was in better spirits than when he walked in humiliated the week before. Nora noticed and asked her boss, "What got into you?" "Maybe it's a little yuletide spirit," he answered. "Is that code for Eggnog?" Shane laughed while he responded, "I've just accepted that this is really happening, and I might as well make the best of things." "That's the spirit," Christy said overhearing him as she sat next to Casey. Shane nodded before he headed into his office. He sat down at his desk. He thought about slipping his feet out of his heeled boots, but it seemed to be too much trouble as he started to work. As he worked at his desk, Shane proceeded as if it was a regular day. The general commotion about his appearance from the week before was gone as everyone was focused on their work or the upcoming holiday. When Shane finished his first cup of coffee, he got to his feet and headed for the restroom with his purse in hand. He let himself into the ladies room and was relieved that there was no line for the stalls. Shane entered an empty stall and pulled down his skirt and undergarments as he had the day before. When he finished, he reached down for his pocketbook and took out the box of maxi pads. He took one out and followed the directions on the box as he placed it on the seat of his thong. As he retucked himself, he could feel the moisture being absorbed by the pad. 'At least that wasn't a waste of money', Shane thought to himself before he pulled up his tights and skirt. As Shane stepped out of the stall, he felt the pad between his legs. 'Jesus, it's like a miniature diaper', Shane thought to himself as he felt the unnatural feeling between his legs that was even stranger than the thong felt at first. Shane walked back to his desk and continued to work until midday when the office was having a buffet style lunch. Shane joined his employees shortly after lunch started. He mingled amongst them as his feet began to hurt from standing in his heeled boots. While they ate together, Nora and Casey broke away from the groups to go to their desks. Shane smiled as he saw them come back to the conference room where the food was setup with large green bows in their hair. Shane laughed and said, "Looking festive, girls." "Thanks, we've got one for you," Nora responded. "That's quite alright," Shane replied. "No, we've got one for each of the girls. We've got green for the support staff, red for the salesgirls and department managers and white for the executives." Some of Shane's female employees shook their heads as they did not want to put the bows on, but some of the other girls were eager to put them on. Christy put on her red bow. Seeing Christy do it, Caitlyn shrugged and put on the white bow reserved for her. With that, Nora, Casey and Christy began to prod Shane to put the other white bow on. Shane resisted, but after cajoling him for five minutes, Shane threw up his hands, laughed and said, "Fine, give me the damn bow." A mock cheer came from the girls as Shane placed the white bow into the hair of his wig, followed by laughter from his staff. The remaining girls, who had not put the bows on, put them in their hair after they saw Shane do it. Christy then called for the girls to get together for a group picture. Shane stepped aside, not wanting to be included. As Christy handed the c