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I want to tell you about a very weird chapter of my life. Why? Well, for cathartic reasons I suppose. My Mum, before she became a hopeless alcoholic, always used to tell me that it's good to talk. I'm not sure if it was sage advice passed from generation to generation in our family, or just that she heard Bob Hoskins say it in an advert and thought it sounded nice, but it became her favourite titbit of motherly help all the same. Her second favourite was that "life is like a box of chocolates," so perhaps I should have ignored her. It all started with Eve and her blog that I stumbled upon one grim Sunday afternoon. I really do hate Sundays - I dread no feeling more than that horrible heavy lurch in the stomach that you get when you realise that it's already Sunday afternoon and you've got to go to work tomorrow. Saturdays? Brilliant. Friday? Perfect. Sunday? Antiques Roadshow and a sense of doom. Veronica, always perky on a Sunday, couldn't understand my seventh day moping. "You only get two days off a week. Why would you spend one of them worrying about the next day? You're a strange little creature sometimes." Then she'd settle back into her book or her episode of some costume drama and swat away my sighing like she would a pesky fly. So, how did I find Eve? Just simple chance. A friend at work (as much as I had any friends now that Veronica was in charge) had told me how much fun it was to go on one of these blogging sites and press the random button. Well, my friend was right. I became obsessed by these little corners of the internet, each one enthusing about the author's favourite things in the world. The subjects bounced around excitedly from surfing, to sports, to baking, to vintage cars, to astronomy, to old Kids TV shows, to dogs (a lot of dog blogs out there), to just about anything and everything else that we use to fill our time. Veronica thought this was silly. I remember one Sunday when she caught me reading a blog about the feasibility of time travel. She swung her ginger hair viciously around her neck as her head shook, "why are you wasting your time reading this rubbish? Don't you have anything better to do? The bathroom door still needs replacing you know. Oh, and we have that old cupboard that needs taking to the tip. Really Andre, it's time you started to act your age a bit more." That was Veronica to a tee. She always knew how to push my buttons just that little bit more than anyone else. She could never resist a dig about my height. These little barbs stuck in my head for months after the event and if I complained about it she'd only laugh and tell me to "grow up." The worst time was the year that she invited Gloria from the office around so that they could get ready for the Christmas works party together. I just happened to wonder into the bedroom as the women were choosing their shoes for the night, "You know Andre, perhaps you'd suit a nice pair of my nude heels as well," Veronica said, laughing, "a couple of extra inches wouldn't go amiss, would they?" "I think he'd look great in these." Gloria held up a pair of sparkly black heels that she'd brought round. "You know, with a nice short LDB of course. Although, he might be a bit short for one of my dresses." The women laughed riotously, fuelled by a bottle of expensive wine (Veronica was feeling plush after her promotion) and I felt my face go red. It was bad enough being belittled by my long time girlfriend, but much worse being mocked by one of the office girls. But I had built up a way of dealing with Veronica's put downs by now. I had to pretend I didn't care. "Very funny," I replied, hoping they couldn't tell how red I'd gone in their half cut state, "but I don't think one of your dresses would suit me Gloria." The women laughed again. "You're probably right sweetheart," Veronica said, looking me up and down strangely, "but I think you've got the legs to pull it off." The comments about my height were hardly fair. I was five foot six after all, not too far off the average height for a man and not certainly not laughably short. It was made worse by Veronica being a couple of inches taller than me certainly, but you wouldn't look twice at me in the street. I was slight but not emaciated and while I had been called "boyish" on a few occasions, most people would roughly successfully surmise that I was in my mid twenties. Anyway, back to Eve. Eve popped up after a blog about particle physics or something similarly grand and at first I nearly skipped straight on, given that it seemed to be another straightforward blog by a girl who was desperate to show the world her outfit every day. In fact, had it not been for professional looking layout of the site I almost certainly would have jumped straight on and consigned Eve to history. Oh how I wish I had. Or at least I should have paid more attention to the time travel blog so I could go back and skip it. OK I admit it. I found her attractive straight away which helped as well. She was a little younger than me (she never said for certain but I guessed at around 22 or 23, given that she'd only recently graduated) and had a unique fashion sense that even I, a man whose fashion knowledge would fit comfortably onto a post-it note, could appreciate. She'd teem girlie summery dresses with grungy accessories, retro Disney sweatshirts with flowery leggings, ornate party dresses with Dr. Martens boots. She had strawberry blonde hair - the same colour as my hair, incidentally - into which she sometimes intertwined pieces of colourful ribbon or braiding. Her eyes, always made up perfectly, were a vivid blue. She was what Veronica would call, in a snotty derisory tone, "a girl," as though that was put down enough in her high powered world of business suits and sensible black shoes. Still, just being pretty wasn't going to be enough to keep me coming back. After all, without wanting to be crude here, there are plenty of sites on the internet where you can see pretty girls. So what exactly was it? Well, it was certainly her enthusiasm for life. Eve was the kind of girl who loved Sundays, loved every day of the week in fact. She wrote at length about the excitement of finding a vintage dress in a charity shop, or how great the new Rimmel collection was and why she couldn't wait for the new ASOS collection. She wrote about the songs she loved and the poetry that she had just read, or the book that was definitely her new favourite. Plus she did all of this in an intelligent and thoughtful way, using all of the correct grammar and spelling and even dropping in some worthwhile insights. I suppose it made me remember how I used to feel enthusiastic about things. Heaven forbid, there was even a time when I'd get excited about Veronica. Ah Veronica. We had met at work - me, the nervous 22 year old graduate wondering if he really wanted a job in the world of Kitchen appliances of if he had sold his sold to the devil - and her, the 24 year old star seller with eyes already on the management positions. I remember the first time I'd seen her, forcefully selling a dishwasher to a hesitant old man over the telephone (you're not getting any younger Mr Cartwright and to be frank, those dishes will play havoc with your arthritis) while she flung her slightly unkempt hair away from her eyes and posed her pen excitedly over the sales form. She was a terrible choice for me and I knew it from the start, but in a moment of weakness I had asked her to the cinema and everything had gone from there. We were too different. I was the bookish, slightly sensitive type and she was the brash, confident one. I could never get the hang of selling, it seemed too pushy, so I was quickly shunted into an admin role along with a never ending supply of giggly girls who had just left school who didn't understand why a man in his mid twenties would be doing the same typing and filing job as them. Veronica was ashamed of this at first, often getting annoyed when one of the sales people would ask me to make tea for a client or go out to buy some biscuits for a meeting, but eventually I think she liked the idea of being the achiever in the relationship. She become bossier over time as well, and I noticed that she'd pick me instead of one of the teenage girls who sat nearby to do all of most menial tasks. She'd only laugh when I'd complain about this, "I need someone who I can trust Andre, and those "girls" are useless. Now, we need to impress them in this meeting so go to Marks and Spencer's today and get the expensive sandwiches." It got even worse when they sacked a couple of the salesmen who had been there for twenty years (a decision that Veronica had no doubt pushed for) and brought in a couple of 22 year old female graduates to take their place. I'd seen Veronica shake her head slightly when one of the new girls, Annabelle, had asked me to nip to the shop to get her a new pair of tights, "I wouldn't normally ask you Andre, but the client is going to be here in half an hour and the other girls are at lunch and I've got to get this report ready." I tried to act all cool about it, but the shame of a girl two years my junior sending me off on such a feminine errand was almost too much to bear. But I needed the job (and secretly still liked the pressure free environment of filing and typing up notes from meetings) so I dutifully took instructions on the tights required ('opaque, black, medium. The newsagents down the road does them, but he keeps them behind the counter for some reason so you'll have to ask). I thought a lot about Eve on that walk to Mr. Shah's newsagents. By this point I was visiting her blog daily, slavishly typing in the URL from memory and hoping for an update to cheer me up. I know what you're thinking, that I'd become some kind of weird stalker, but the truth was that it wasn't even a sexual thing. Instead it became a place of solace, where everything was happy and Veronica didn't exist and I didn't have to buy tights for snotty young salesgirls. There was one entry in particular that I kept coming back to. Eve's blog is gone now, deleted, but I can still see the pictures and words in my mind from June 23rd as clearly as if I was sitting in front of the computer screen. It had been a hot day and Eve had visited Highgate Cemetery (it was a favourite haunt of hers) where she had taken a shot of herself sitting on one of the old Gothic benches while wearing the new blue and yellow polka dot dress that she had bought in the H&M sale the day before, "I had to have it," she wrote excitedly, "but then I hardly ever see a polka dot dress on sale that I don't "have" to have. I love the colours on this though, and it gives me a chance to wear my yellow shoes which always makes me happy!" Sure enough she was wearing her yellow heels. It was a more feminine look that she normally sported - usually she'd be wearing a pair of clunky work boots or a scruffy Converse. She'd obviously decided that it was her theme for the day, because she was also wearing a pretty looking yellow necklace, large yellow sunglasses and a small bow in her hair. The dress was shorter than she normally wore, but had a full skirt (I learnt these phrases from the blog) that she took a shot of twirling out around her dainty waist. That was one of the other things I liked about Eve. It's hard being a small man, so even smaller girls are an attraction. Eve was quick to write how she was only 5 foot 2, so unless she wore 4 inch heels I would still be taller. I imagined walking down the street with her and how she might snuggle against my arm as we strolled along some attractive boulevard somewhere. She'd look up at me and feel protected and tell me a story about something interesting. Veronica didn't like to walk, she said it was a waste of time, and she'd certainly have given a hollow laugh at the idea of her snuggling into me. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of stalker or wierdo though. I never imagined actually meeting Eve or even trying to, but it was nice to have the daydream to fall back into. I guess it became my cross to bear, and the entry of June 23rd with Eve in her yellow and blue polka dot dress became etched in my mind. "I'm going to make Gloria head of the admin department," Veronica told me one night as we ate our microwaved Waitrose meal for two, "I know you are going to be disappointed, but I think she has shown more aptitude for management than you." I was stunned. Firstly I didn't even know that Veronica was creating such a position and secondly I couldn't believe that she'd give it to Gloria! Gloria, who had only been there two months and was barely in her twenties! Gloria, who spent most of the day checking her make up or reading glossy magazines. Gloria, who shook her head at me in disgust when she found I'd gone to buy tights for Annabelle, "I can't believe you'd do it," she had sniffed at me that afternoon, "I can only imagine what my boyfriend would say if he was asked to buy tights for some girl." It wasn't fair. I had sorted out the admin department and got it working well. I had dealt with the uninterested girls in the team and got them organised. I wanted to remonstrate with Veronica, but she threw her hand in the air when I began. "It's no use arguing Andre, I've already decided. Besides, do you really want to spend you life doing a girl's job?" "It's not a girl's job," I replied quietly. She shook her head. "Oh please! I find it embarrassing to see you sitting with those girls all day. What do you talk about with them? Clothes? Make- up?" A pause. "Boys?" "Don't be ridiculous Veronica, I thought you were happy with me doing that job." "Well you're good at it, that's true. I'm sorry though Andre, I think Gloria will be a better manager than you. You're just a bit too meek. I mean, running out to get Annabelle those tights! You just took that instruction like one of those silly little 17 year old girls that we get in from the temping agency! You should have told her to get them herself!" My face was burning red. It wasn't fair of course. I'd had to go and buy the tights because there was no-one else. But I argued no further, and spent the rest of the dinner wondering I could stand being ordered around by Gloria. I resolved to look for a new job, but it was no use. Because every time I got onto my laptop I headed for the same page. "My Mickey and Minnie Mouse addiction shows no sign of abating," Eve's entry began that night, "I found this awesome Minnie sweatshirt in the Cancer Research shop. It doesn't fit that well, but I physically couldn't leave the shop without buying it. Oh, and in other great news (which I really should have made the top news story of the day), I got a promotion at work! Debbie, head designer, said that my work on the last project was so good that I was being made a design editor! I don't know exactly what it means yet but I can't believe it! A promotion and a new Minnie Mouse shirt in one day! Does life get any better?" It summed it up for me. Here I was, stewing about another slap in the face from my supposed "girlfriend" and how rubbish my life was, while Eve was out there make headway in her world. She looked so happy as she posed in her ill-fitting sweatshirt, that I felt embarrassed when I looked in the mirror and saw how down I looked. I had to change! Meh, but life was straightforward and did I really want to mess with that? I was used to the put downs and the emasculating job so I could stand this latest set back. Plus, I was never going to find someone more attractive than Veronica, or who earned better money. So I let Gloria lord it over me in her new management role, which she did with some relish. About this time she brought in another "admin" girl, a shy but clever girl called Linzie, and it became clear that I had slipped another rung in the company ladder below even this new arrival even though I taught Linzie how to do the filing and answer the phones. "You'll have to do it Andre," Gloria would sniff, "I need Linzie to help me with something important." This seemed to embarrass Linzie, who was only eighteen and clearly couldn't understand why I was being slighted in this way. Plus, she didn't like Gloria, so we unexpectedly bonded and started spending lunchtimes together. It was strange at first, Linzie was just a teenage girl after all, but she respectful to me and never put me down. Plus, with her sunny disposition, she reminded me of Eve. Veronica didn't know what to make of my friendship with Linzie. "What do you talk about with her? It's a bit strange." "We talk about books and stuff," I replied defensively one night as we watched television, "what's wrong with that? At least she's nice to me." To my shame, I heard my voice croak slightly at the end of sentence in a show of unwelcome emotion. "I swear to God Andre, sometimes I think you're turning into one of these girls. Is that what you and Linzie talk about really? Is she telling you what clothes are in for girls like you?" It was like a stab to the heart. What the hell was I doing? I thought about earlier in the week when Linzie had been shocked that I'd known what a skater dress was. Plus, she had accidentally called me "babe" the next lunchtime, which caused us both to be embarrassed. Perhaps Veronica was right - I was becoming some kind of weird man stroke woman. So I went cold turkey starting from that evening. Not once in two months did I look at Eve's blog and I significantly reduced my time with Linzie, to the point where she stopped asked if I wanted to go to lunch. I kept my head down at work and home and watched football at night. I thought about joining a gym but never got around to it. I stopped watching Strictly Come Dancing and baking programmes. I didn't listen to my Abba CD. Looking back, I'm not sure what these concerted efforts at being more manly were really all about. I knew I was a man, and despite a strange tendency to look at Eve's blog, I knew I wasn't interested in women's fashion. I also knew that I was never going to be a blokey bloke, but that's OK because most of the blokey blokes I've ever met have been idiots whose idea of high culture is signing about a footballer's sexual preferences. So, little by little, I started to creep back to the blog. For the first time I even started to sneak a peak at work, making sure that Linzie and Gloria were at lunch and that I'd cleared my viewing history of course. Eve was doing well, the job was great and she'd found plenty of cool vintage clothing, which made me happy. Then it happened. The day Veronica found out about Eve. Work was to blame. For months I'd been careful at home to delete cookies and make sure I'd signed out of the computer. I took great pains to only look at the blog when Veronica was out or engrossed in something else and so far there hadn't even been a close shave. What I hadn't reckoned on though was Veronica's secret management tools. I noticed something odd at lunchtime, when I sneaked onto the blog. Eve had posted the night before, a short entry about the play she'd been to see with a friend (I wondered if it was a boy) and the black dress that she'd worn (which she wasn't keen on). As I read, I spotted Veronica watching me closely with a furrowed brow. It was unlike her, normally she didn't pay me the slightest mind while we were at work, so I put the thought out of head and put it down to paranoia. That was of course, until she called me. "I'm confused," she began, motioning me to close the door and sit down. "Who the hell is this girl?" My blood ran cold as she pivoted her screen to face me. There was Eve, looking lovely in her black dress standing outside some theatre, and there was Veronica staring at her also. It was my two worlds combining. I didn't know what to say. My first crazy instinct was to laugh for some reason but I thankfully I managed to stifle that. Then I quickly realised I needed to lie. "I have no idea, why are you asking me?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but I got the feeling I was being pretty poor at it. "What do you mean, why I am asking you? You were just reading this very page!" "What? I've never seen it before!" I tried a smile at this point. Veronica sighed loudly. "I'm not stupid Andre. I've noticed you looking all shifty the last few lunchtimes so I asked Alan in IT to switch on the PC monitoring and when I check today you're looking at this "teenagers" silly blog." She spat the word teenager and I swear she glanced momentary at Linzie for some reason. I made my first mistake at this point. "she's not a teenager! She's 23!" There was silence for what felt like an eternity as Veronica seemingly sized up the situation. "Alan tells me that you've visited this page 117 times in the last two weeks. I thought he must have made a mistake," she shook her head slowly and softened her voice, "but he showed me the IP logs Andre. You've been on this site again and again and at all times of the day. Why?" I felt my head bow and pretended to study my hands. I didn't have the first idea of how to respond. "Are you seeing this girl?" "No!" "It's not a ridiculous question," she continued, "given your relationship with Linzie." "What relationship with bloody Linzie! I don't even go to lunch with her any more after you made fun of me." Veronica stood up and started pacing her plush office, her flat shoes and the hem of her tailored trousers brushing the new carpets, "so is this how you get your kicks now? Is this why you're never interested in sleeping with me?" "Never interested in sleeping with you," I responded a little too loudly, before lowering my tone, "I think it's the other way around." "Hmm, I think we should discuss this outside of work. We'll talk about it tonight when I get in, OK." I wanted to continue the discussion but the look told me not to bother, so I responded with a meek OK and left her alone. "Shut the door behind you please Andre. I need some time to think." My head was spinning for the rest of the day naturally, and I didn't like the covert little conversations that Veronica was having with Gloria. Surely she wasn't telling her, was she? I mean, this was just as embarrassing for her as for me, right? Around five o'clock I started to feel a little more confident. What had I really done wrong? Looked at a blog? Where's the crime? It wasn't some depraved porno or tacky dating site, was it? I resolved to be confident when we came to discuss it that evening and tell her that it was none of her business what sites I visited. "I'm demoting you," Veronica said as we sat down to dinner. I was too stunned to move or speak for a brief moment. Veronica took this opportunity to continue, "I don't understand your motives for visiting that girl's blog and we'll discuss that in a moment, but the fact is that you were looking at it over and over again while you should have been working. Do you agree with that?" "Well hold on Veronica, I mean my work was always done and....." She raised her hand to stop me. "Do you agree with that or not?" "Well I suppose, but." "Thank you then. Constant misuse of company property is grounds for dismissal usually, but I'll make an exception given your exemplary record to this point. Now, it does mean though that we need stricter monitoring of your performance so Linzie will be your new supervisor from tomorrow. Is that understood?" A darkness flooding through me. I was almost too angry to speak, "why are you doing this to me Veronica? It's not fair. I can't report into an eighteen year old girl for crying out loud!" "She's very good." "I know that, and it's because I taught her how to do the job!" "Well Alan looked at her IP logs also and she hasn't wasted any time on silly fashion blogs," she put on her hand on mine in an incredibly patronising way, "and shouldn't she really be the one on girl's clothing blogs, not you, hey? So it makes sense for her to keep a closer eye on you, understood?" "Please, don't do this." "For heavens sake, you sound so pathetic. Now, we need to talk about why you were looking at this blog. Do you use it to, what shall we say, relieve tensions?" "No! I just like to read it." Veronica looked confused. "Really? But that's even worse. I could at least understand if it was because you found this girl attractive and she got you excited, but you tell me that's not the case?" "It's not simple," I replied feebly, "she is attractive, but it's the way...." But she was in no mood to hear me out, "so are you a crossdresser then?" She asked this simply and with her eyes locked onto mine, as though looking for a moment of weakness. "No! That's not it either." "Well then I'm totally confused. All this girl talks about is her clothes and all she really takes is photographs of is herself. So I don't understand what the appeal is? Please illuminate me Andre." I didn't know what to say. Looking back I realise I should have told her that I read the blog because Eve was everything that she wasn't. She was pleasant, fun, wore nice clothes, did crazy things with her hair. She was button down to Veronica's button up. Normal Coke to her Diet Coke. She didn't treat me like a second class citizen. But I didn't of course. Instead I sat silently, letting her judge me in her own demented way. "And what is it about June 23rd? Alan tells me you visited that page 66 times in the last two weeks! 66 times! That's nearly seven times a day! So I visit this page and it's just this girl sitting in a cemetery wearing some ditsy little dress and talking about yellow bloody shoes! What's wrong with you? She's a kid Andre," she paused for a moment, "and you're supposed to be a grown man." "I'm sorry Veronica," was all I could manage, "I don't know what to say." Then, I said something stupid, "perhaps it's best if I leave." She looked at me coolly for what seemed an eternity, "I don't think so," she said eventually, with little emotion in her posh voice, "as much as you frustrate the life out of me, I don't want you to leave. Understood?" I nodded my head slightly, feeling confused. Why did she want me to stay? "You're a simple creature. I know that sounds like I'm being heartless, but it's true. You don't like pressure, you don't like confrontation, you're shy around new people, the list goes on. I just need to look after you more I think. Linzie is going to look after you at work and I'm going to look after you more here, that's how it's going to be." I nodded my head slowly, feeling two feet tall. I should have got up and left of course, but life isn't that simple sometimes. Veronica stood up, "now, go and do the dishes for me. It's been a stressful day and I need to sit down. Chop chop now." Linzie didn't know what to make of the situation. "So I'm your boss now, right?" Was all she said after she sat down opposite me, "that's a bit weird, right? I mean, you're nearly ten years older than me." "Don't go on," I pleaded, "let's just get on with some work." The girl didn't reply, but I could sense a change between us straight away. I felt my face go red when she asked, not overly politely, for me to do her filing in the afternoon, and felt even worse when she chastised me for not answering the phone correctly in the afternoon, "You know you have to say Good Afternoon first Andre, you taught me that!" None of this was helped by the fact that Linzie, not usually a really feminine dresser, had chosen that day to wear a particularly girlie dress and tights with a light flowery print on them. I wondered if Veronica or Gloria had told her to do that, as though to make sure I knew my place. No longer was I de-facto head of admin, or even part of the admin management, I was the gopher who took orders from the eighteen year old new girl in the dress. Veronica seemed to be very happy with this new arrangement, constantly telling me how much better my work was now that Linzie was watching me. The girl was certainly keeping me busy, so busy that I didn't have time to look at the blog if I wanted to, and I was ashamed at how many changes she made to procedures that I had thought were working but which clearly weren't. "She's a real breath of fresh air that girl," Veronica told me over dinner one night, "Gloria was very astute to hire her. That's a good management team I've put together. The business in general was doing well under Veronica's tutelage, and we soon had reason to bring another two people in the admin team. Both were seventeen year old girls from the temping agency, and to my horror the three of us became known as "the girls'. "I'll get one of the girls to do it," Linzie would say, with the very slightest of smirks, "oh sorry Andre, I always forget about you." It was a lie of course. The girls from the temp agency came and went, seventeen year old temps don't tend to hang around, but there were always new girls to come in. Yes, it was always girls as well, the agency never sent boys with would have been marginally better at least. Some of the girls were older, some were nice and some were useless. The only constant was that I remained one of them, stuck listening to their inane drivel about X Factor and the latest sale at ASOS while Linzie and Gloria were going to management meetings and devising new ideas. So I quickly lost all interest in work and started doing as little as possible. I'd browse the BBC website most of the morning unless Linzie was on the prowl and feel a strange sense of satisfaction for doing so. I didn't care if Veronica found out again that I was wasting time. What could she do that was worse? Slowly I started to return to Eve and her blog, even at work. Eve was doing better and better, meeting interesting people and getting all kinds of new responsibility at work. Her fashion sense started to change every more slightly also. I noticed the skirts were becoming slightly longer and the hair was less crazy. But it was still Eve alight and I still felt comforted by reading about her. Eventually I even started going back to the 23rd of June page and on one boring afternoon at work I had spent hours trawling through every page she'd ever written. It was bliss. Even better was when the company expanded and our admin team were moved into a separate little office that I now shared with the temp girls, of which there were now three. A sarky seventeen year old called Chantelle who played with her hair a lot, a friendly, bubbly twenty one year old called Rosie and an older woman called Angela who was particularly moody in the morning but was actually quite good at the job. Linzie sat outside the office and took the work from other people and then shared it around amongst us, to the point where we hardly saw anybody else. That suited me fine, because it left me to spend my mornings doing pretty much nothing (I could do the work that Linzie asked to be done in 15 minutes) and my afternoon's with Eve. So I positioned my screen as close to the wall as possible, I didn't trust Angela not to tell on me, and kept out of the way. So how was life with Veronica? Much the same. We even slept together in a moment of giddiness around Christmas, but even that wasn't exactly a great deal of fun. Did I think about leaving? Well, of course I did. But I was too lazy. Too afraid to chance my arm back out in the big bad world. I may have been reading about Eve, but I learnt nothing from her. Then things started to change at home as well. Very slightly at first, but change all the same. It just became the done thing that I would cook dinner every night given that Veronica worked late most evenings. This also meant that I ended up doing the washing up because Veronica would be too tired from her "stressful" day and needed to relax on the sofa with a small Whiskey that I'd bring in for her. I knew all of these things were normally women's jobs of course, but Veronica was actually quite nice to me when I'd did these things for her. It made a pleasant change. Then things started to change in the bedroom too. We'd never had the most active of sex lives, in fact I think we'd gone a year without sleeping together once, but more and more Veronica seemed to be in the mood for it. Of course, she started to take the reins in this department as well, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do and when to stop. Often I just pleased her, which I never really enjoyed. When I'd ask if it was my turn she'd simply sigh and say she was too tired and why don't I sort myself out? Yet, there was still something I found alluring about Veronica. She had a great body, no doubt about it, and I was a sucker for her well spoken tones and long ginger hair. I wished she wore more feminine clothing like Eve but I knew that was never going to happen. The worst thing in the world for Veronica would have been for someone to think her a "girl'. Speaking of which, Linzie definitely now thought of me a "girl', or at least just as another one of the silly "girls" in her employ who couldn't be trusted. She got really annoyed with me one morning when she found me lazily surfing the Cricket scorecards and chastised me loudly in front of the others, "Don't think you're special just because you're the bosses boyfriend Andre," she had said sternly, "You're the same as the other girls in the this office and I'll take action if necessary, understood?" I heard Angela mutter something about the line, "other girls," as I felt my face go red even though I tried to act like I wasn't bothered. "Answer me Andre, do you understand?" Linzie was standing cross armed next to my desk now, and it felt ridiculous that this little girl, whom I had trained, was giving me a telling off! But I didn't need the fight, "yes sorry Linzie, I was just interested in the scores is all." "Well OK, but don't do it again," she turned to face everyone, "that goes for all you girls, there's a lot of work to do with these new contracts coming in and so I need everyone working hard." She left the door open as she exited the office, leaving behind her a murmur of discontent. "She's becoming a bit of a bitch," Chantelle said first, "and she ain't all that. Just because she's a supervisor or something doesn't mean she needs to be rude." "Yeah, and look at the way she always calls us girls, like she's some high powered businesswoman and we're all silly little kids. She's even younger than me" Rosie added, who was slightly more astute, "and the way she even basically calls you a girl Andre, it's not right." I began to enjoy this Linzie bashing, even though I knew it was a bit childish. The three of us (Angela never took part, for reasons I would find out about later) started to do it more and more as the weeks went past, with Rosie showing a particular aptitude for the "Linzie impression', "c'mon along girls," she say in a faux posh voice, "it's time to lick my boots now girls. I'm far too important to do it myself girls!." Chantelle enjoyed hiding Linzie's stuff when she went out for meetings. The poor girl must have thought she was going mad when she could never find a pen, or when her calculator kept going missing. I started to "forget" to pass on her phone messages and I even did a passable impression of her cross armed "I'm angry" stance, which caused much mirth in the office. "Yeah, and you're as flat as her," Chantelle said one day, a little bit too spitefully for my liking, even though I did laugh. Eve would never be that spiteful about anything. I didn't think she had a spiteful bone in her body. She was however delighted that her retro Mickey Mouse sweatshirt collection had reached 9 and that she'd also found some Minnie Mouse tights ('I'll probably never wear them," she had written, "they are a bit much, even for me.') She had also taken to dying her hair, her blonde locks replaced by a jet black bob. I was thinking about Eve and whether I liked her new hair in bed that night when Veronica climbed in. It had been a strange evening, she had hardly spoke to me, and she had looked at me sadly on two or three occasions. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I'd learnt that she didn't liked to be asked questions. She pretended to read her book for a while, before she finally spoke, "Linzie was in my office today in floods of tears you know," she said quietly. She didn't sound angry, there was more a tone of resignation in her voice, "apparently that older woman in your office, Angela I think her name is, told her that you three have been making fun of her a lot recently." "Well, a little bit Veronica, but harmless stuff really." I immediately felt silly for trying to condone the bullying of an 18 year old girl. "Oh Andre," she sighed, "Linzie is just a kid for crying out loud. She's been very good at the job but she is just a kid when all is said and done. It makes me sad to think of you joining in with those silly girls, making fun of a sweet little thing like Linzie. You used to be her friend, didn't you?" "You're right Veronica, I'm sorry." Strangely, Veronica seemed more turned on than usual though as she started to stroke my chest, "well, I suppose it only natural given the amount of time that you spend with these girls. Do you like spending time with them, hey? Are they your friends now?" I nearly jumped out of bed with a start as she grabbed my flaccid penis. It was a long time since that had happened. "You know what, it's silly that you should have one of these now really, isn't it? Shouldn't this belong to me really?" I was totally taken aback by this change of tact. OK sure, I had been doing more of the womanly tasks around the house, but my manhood had never been so openly questioned before, "Veronica, what on earth are you talking about?" She placed her hand over my lips. "Hush now. I'm just saying, you act like a silly girl at work, bullying another girl while you do your little admin job. Then you come home and do all the housework for me and cook my dinner. Does that sound like a man to you?" There was a look in her eyes that I'd never seen before. I would have said lust, but I couldn't believe that Veronica could possess such an emotion. "Then there is me, manager of the depot, working late, making big decisions. Is that more like the man of the house?" She was working me to a state of bliss with her right hand while her left stroked my face. I wanted to argue her points but I was too excited. "C'mon Andrea, if you want me to finish then I want you admit that you're more like the woman of the house than me." She was stroking hard now. Somehow she knew just what point to leave me at though. "Please Veronica, just finish it." "Not until you say it. You've been such a naughty girl today, haven't you? Bullying that sweet little girl with your girlfriends. Did you have a nice chat about the hunky boys in the office, hey? Did that Rosie give you some make-up advice?" "Please Veronica." "Say it for me then Andrea. Admit that you're the woman of the house now and I'll finish you off." It was too much. I wanted to explode. She had caressed me to the point of madness, worked me to a point where I could hardly breath. "OK! OK! I admit it, I'm more like the woman of the house now." "Too right," she replied. "but I don't think you've learnt your lesson fully yet." And then she stopped! Immediately I felt the wave of ecstasy retreat, and I wanted to scream out. "Now you know how a woman feels when a man can't quite bring her to pleasure," she said softly, stroking my face as she did so. "and I don't want you to finish it off yourself this time, OK?" "Please Veronica, it's not fair!" She smiled, knowing she had me exactly where she wanted me. "well, maybe there is one thing you could do to persuade me to finish the job. Go and fetch that bag over there, by my vanity table." Still breathing heavily, I rushed over to the bag and passed it to her. "Oh these are perfect," Veronica said with a laugh, keeping her hand inside the bag. "What? What are they?" "Well," she sat up in the bed slightly and motioned me to put her head on her chest. "seeing as you'd been so mean to Linzie I decided she should have some retribution. So I told her to run along to one of those girlie shops and get some nice underwear," a pause. "that you could wear for a week." "What! Are you mad?" "Hush now, I don't want you to talk for a minute. Don't you think it's only right, given that you're more like the woman of the house now, that you should get to wear some pretty underwear to go with your new position? Oh, and don't you think it's right that if you want join in with girlie bullying that you should be wearing pretty underwear like Rosie and Chantelle do? Aren't you the same as them as that point?" "No, don't be silly." "C'mon Andre, it's only for a week and only Linzie and I will know. Plus, I have to say that it gets me a little excited to think of you wearing these. I promise that I'll finish the job tomorrow night if you do." She gave me a little kiss. "I told Linzie to get pairs suitable for a girl in her early twenties, oh these are just perfect for you!" I looked at the underwear. There were a pair of deep floral briefs, two lacy thongs in black and red, a pair of pink knickers with white polka dots and a pair of very lacy white knickers. It was simply unbelievable that Veronica would think that I'd wear any of these. "Linzie liked the idea very much," Veronica continued, studying the red thong in more detail. "she said that it would serve you right seeing as you'd been acting like such a girl. Now, tomorrow morning you're to pick a pair of these to wear under your trousers, I don't mind which. And I want you to think about why you're wearing them throughout the day and how I'm going to reward you for being such a good girl in the evening. Do you understand?" "You've gone mental, there is no wa....." "Do you understand?" I sighed. "It's not fair Veronica. I don't want to wear these." "Good girl," she smiled, and then she tapped my now flaccid penis and went to sleep. I chose the pink and white knickers first, on the grounds they were the least lacy. I couldn't believe I was pulling them on, or how they hid my penis more than I would have liked. They felt totally different to my underwear in every way, from the way the trim settled on my waist to the way the softer material rubbed against the groin. I chose the darkest trousers I had of course, and hoped like mad that no-one would tell. Veronica had already left for work but she gave me a big grin when she saw me arrive. Linzie smiled at me also, correctly assuming that I would be too weak willed to say no to Veronica. Sensing her chance, so made lots of visits into our office that day. "Lots of work to do today girls," she said in the morning. "Just be warned that you're going to be busy, I don't want anybody getting their knickers in a twist." The other woman looked strangely at the comment, which was obviously pre-rehearsed to maximise my embarrassment, and the girl gave me a hidden wink as she left the room. What the hell was I doing? Well, I had thought long and hard about saying no while Veronica slept next to me, but something had changed between us that evening. She had suddenly become sexual again, not in the way I'd have ideally liked, but sexual all the same. Oh, and the way she had got me excited was like nothing I'd ever experienced before! I knew that I wanted her to do that again, even if I had to pay a huge price. So what if Linzie knew? I decided given all of the indignities I had suffered that I could stand this one. So I wore the silly underwear each day and you know what? It was worth it. Veronica had become a different animal altogether and could hardly wait to pull me up to bed each night and watch me take off my trousers. Then she'd go to work on me, telling me how I'd been a good girl and deserved a treat and bringing me to a marvellous climax night after night. I had to do my bit for her as well but even that seemed more fun that usual. Of course you probably know the long term result of this. My male underwear was discarded as Veronica decided I should keep my new feminine garments after that first week and she added a few new pairs for good measure. I knew it was a bit kinky, but couples do stranger things and I could live with it for the rewards. "You know something," Veronica said one night as she gently played with me, her hand underneath the blue, silky briefs that I had worn that day. "It's a really cute little penis that you have isn't it? It looks so perfect in your pretty underwear, just lovely." "That's pretty weird," I replied, embarrassed by her posh coarseness. "Well I never really noticed how small it is really, but it's no surprise really. I mean, you're quite a petite little thing all over really, aren't you?" "I wouldn't say petite Veronica, I'm smaller than most perhaps...." "Oh don't get upset pudding, I like that you're small. I watch you amongst those girls at work and you look just like one of them, well a couple are taller than you but still, and now you're wearing pretty underwear just like them too." She was bringing me closer to climax now, expertly working me like a puppeteer. "I looked at you the other day when you were talking to Rosie and you would swear that you were just two dainty girls have a chat. She's about the same height as you, isn't she?" "I guess so Veronica, I'm not really sure.." "And Linzie is about the same build as you too. You know what, I bet Linzie's clothes might even fit you. Would you like that sugarplum, do wear a nice little dress to work like the other girls?" "No," I panted, "I really wouldn't...." "But you'd look so lovely in a smart work dress Andrea. Plus you've already got a pair of pretty knickers to wear with it, haven't you?" "Don't be silly Veronica, it would never happen." She stroked a little harder and a feeling of delight washed through me as I climaxed heavily. "Oh well, perhaps you're right," she replied, taking her hand back. "but it's fun to think about it." Life at home and at work settled into a routine over the next few weeks. Veronica expected me to have all of the housework done in the evenings and at weekends and Linzie made sure I had all of the most menial tasks to do at work. "Well I had to decide who'd be the best person to go and buy the new flowers for the meeting room," Linzie said to me one day, out of earshot of the others. "And I thought the girl wearing the prettiest undies would be best, so off you go Andre." I got my revenge for that barb by spending the afternoon look at Eve and the few entries I'd missed in previous few days. She'd been promoted again and had splashed out on a second hand car as a reward. Oh and she'd found a new flatmate who shared her fashion sense apparently. I noticed as well that she'd stopped signing off her blogs with an xxx, obviously she felt she was getting too old now to be putting kisses at the end of every entry. It was the second Saturday of the month when I came home after doing a little shopping to find Linzie in our living room. There she was, sitting on our new white leather sofa with two carrier bags and wearing a casual sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans with her brown hair swept into an easy ponytail. I had never seen her dressed casually before and she looked much younger for it. "What are you doing here Linzie?" I hadn't spotted Veronica standing by the window. "That's a bit rude Andre, I invited Linzie round. Say hello a bit more nicely please." I felt a bit angry at this intrusion in our home so I ignored the request. "what's going on Veronica, why is she here?" Veronica sighed loudly and shook her head. "OK, well sit down and I'll explain. Actually no, first you can go and make us all a cup of tea - Linzie, how would you like yours?" As if I didn't know. "No way," I said sternly, after Veronica had explained the plan. "Absolutely not. It's all too much now, this is way too weird and I don't like it." "Calm down sweetie...." "Don't call me sweetie Veronica, please don't call me it." There was silence for a moment. Linzie was sitting very still, probably not quite sure what to make of it all. Veronica, not used to an argument from me, was pacing the floor predatorilaly. "I'm serious, I won't do this. You need to have a look at yourself Veronica, I mean it." She turned to the nervous looking Linzie. "Linzie, would you give us a minute alone please?" "Should I leave and come back?" "Oh no, just go into the kitchen and make yourself a drink. I just need to straighten out Andrea here, she's being most naughty today." Veronica sat down next to me. I felt a little bit dwarfed to be honest, like she'd grown in stature to the point where I was now much smaller than her. "Listen Andre, I didn't want to do this but you've forced me to it." "Forced you to what?" She took a breath. "well, I know you're still looking at that blog. So the other day I got Alan to run me off those IP addresses again but this time I asked him to see if he could work out whereabouts she lived." "What the hell Veronica, what are you doing?" "Just ssh for a moment dear. You see, it's not hard to do apparently. Alan had to cross reference the IP address from the blog against a few other things but he managed to get her exact address quite easily. He even managed to get a mobile number. You see, I've realised just how important this girl is to you, I don't 100% understand why but she is, so it became clear to me that she was my insurance." "What are earth are you talking about, insurance? You've gone a bit mad, I swear to God." "So here is what is going to happen. Either you let Linzie give you these little feminine lessons today or I'll call Eve myself and invite her around to dinner," she cupped my face with her hand. "and then I'll show her just how many times you've been on her blog. Can you imagine how awkward it will be for poor little Eve when I tell her? How weird she'll feel about it all? She'll almost certainly stop doing the blog I think, don't you?" I let it sink in for a moment. "You're evil," was the best response I could muster. "what makes you think you can get her round here for dinner anyway?" "I'm persuasive Andre, you should know that. Which pair of knickers are you wearing today?" "You'd never do it, not even you." But deep down I knew she would. All I could think about was poor Eve and her face when she found out I'd been obsessed with her blog. She didn't deserve that, she was too nice. "Do you want to try me, hmm? Or do you want to let Linzie spend a couple of hours a week giving you some pointers on how to be a little bit prettier for me so that we can have even more fun in the bedroom? Aren't you having fun in the bedroom recently?" "Well yes, but that's not the whole point." "Good, it's settled then. Right, I'm off to meet Gloria for lunch," she called Linzie back into the room. "He'll do everything you ask him to do now Linzie and if he doesn't, make sure you tell me." "This is weird, right? I mean, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this but I couldn't turn down the offer," Linzie was leading me upstairs by the hand. "she wants me to teach you to shave your legs first, and probably your armpits too. Have you ever done it before?" "No," I said quietly. We headed into the bathroom, where Linzie pulled down her skinny jeans to reveal a pair of green shorts, a matching pair of which she handed me. "go and put these on and come back in." So God help me if I didn't sit next to the girl in the bathroom and learn how to shave my legs. Not that I was that hairy anyway, but Linzie was adamant that I learn how to do it properly, "if you're going to learn you should learn how to do it right. That's what you said to me on my first day at work actually, wow that feels like a long time ago. No, take long strokes upwards Andre, yes, that's better." I felt beyond ridiculous as we shaved our legs in tandem, with Linzie making sure I copied her every move. "You've got very fine hair anyway," she said as we finished off. "but make sure you keep you legs nice and smooth. Check first thing in the morning and just do it when you need to," she took something from one the carrier bags. "here, this is the best ladies razor on the market, it's the one I use." I mumbled a quick thanks before she explained how to moisturise after shaving properly and telling me which moisturiser to buy. Then she showed me to how shave my armpits, which felt exceedingly odd. "There, very good," she said as she ran her hand down my smooth legs. "Just like a girls now. You know something, you've got really shapely legs actually, probably nicer than mine." We stood next to each other looking in the full length mirror. From the waist down, all I could see were two girls in matching shorts with smooth legs. It was bizarre. "This is really strange," Linzie said. "Remember when I first started and we used to talk about literature and stuff? I can't believe I'm here now teaching you how to shave your legs. Oh, that reminds me actually, I've brought something cool for you." I watched her go downstairs to fetch whatever it was and then I stared at myself in total disbelief. Was this really happening? "Do you remember that day I was made your boss Andre?" I nodded. Of course I did. "Well, Gloria had called me the night before and told me to dress as smartly as I could the next day. I thought it was odd, to be honest I didn't really know what smart meant, and the only thing I had was that dress that my Gran had bought for me. Do you remember it?" "I remember thinking it was more feminine than you'd normally wear yes," I replied quietly, hardly able to look the girl in the eye. "Well, do you remember the tights I wore? With the little flower print on them?" She took the pair of tights out of the bag. "I found them a few weeks ago and I was going to throw them out, but when Veronica told me about this I realised they'd be perfect to teach you how to put on tights." "I have to learn to put on tights? Oh come on." So I did learn to put on tights. Those very tights that Linzie had worn on the day I found out she was my new boss. I suppose it was only fitting that I was the one wearing them now, which Linzie never actually said but which was obviously the point. I wore them under the green shorts and Linzie couldn't believe how good they looked on me, telling me how lovely and slender they made my newly hair-free legs look. The worst part of it all was how Linzie started to talk to me like another girl though. Suddenly she opened up and told me about her flat (and how the pay increase at work that Veronica was promising was going to help with the deposit for a new flat) and her boyfriend and where she likes to do her clothes shopping. She let slip that Veronica had offered her five thousand pound a year extra if she agreed to do my Saturday lessons. Under Linzie's tutor I became proficient at all manner of make up. We'd sit facing each other, cross legged on the floor like a couple of girls at a sleep over as we applied make-up to each other or ourselves. I was surprised that she knew so much it, given that she had always struck me as a bit of a tomboy, but she had only laughed when I said this, "Girls learn these things," she said, as I carefully applied gloss to her lips, "and it's not hard." She started me little quizzes at work, asking me to send her a link to a dress that would perfect for a date at the cinema, or to find a eye shadow online to match a certain outfit. At lunchtime we would go town together and go to a caf? where she would read the newspaper and I'd have to read Cosmo or something similarly feminine. Veronica was delighted of course. She loved to run her hands all along my smooth legs and for me to wear some light lip gloss at the weekend. She also insisted that I wear tights to work, so Linzie and I went out one lunchtime and bought six or seven pairs. It reminded me of when I had bought them for one of the salesgirls all that time ago. I know I shouldn't have let this happen. It was bad enough with the underwear, but the tights as well? Not to mention having to spend two hours a week with Linzie to learn all manners of feminine lessons. I also didn't really like the way Veronica would come up behind me when I was washing the dishes and give my backside a pat, or my waist a squeeze, like I was some kind of dolly bird. Most of the time Linzie was exceptionally nice to me, but I paid for being rude to her in the past on a few occasions. One such time was when she decided I should learn to sit properly. "It's no good if you're wearing trousers," she moaned, as I tried to follow her instructions. "We need to get you a skirt or a dress." "Ha, don't think so," I replied, but the girl was looking at me with a glint in her eye. "Oh come on Andre, don't tell me you've never worn a skirt before?" "I haven't." "Well, we can't do this properly unless you do. Does Veronica have anything we can borrow?" A quick look in her cupboard told Linzie that there was nothing suitable and so she made me wait while she nipped out to get "something." I was instructed to practice my nail filing and to read some terrible gossip magazine while I waited. Linzie was back in 10 minutes. "I've brought a couple of things from home that I don't wear any more. I'm not sure if they'll fit, but they'll do." The first thing was a red dress with quite a full skirt. "Do you remember this? It's the dress you knew was a skater dress when I first wore it." "Linzie, I can't wear that! It'll never fit me for one, you're far, well, daintier than I am." She looked at me with a smirk. "Well, let's find out." She held the dress in front of me. "It's perfect for practicing sitting down because the skirt is quite billowy. C'mon take off those jeans and sweatshirt and let's see you in it!" A few minutes later, further remonstrating ignored, I stood in front of Linzie in only the red thong that she'd bought me from the original batch ('ah, colour snap," the girl had laughed) as she slipped the dress over my outstretched arms. It felt so odd as it fell onto my smooth legs, and when I looked down all I could see was a girl wearing a dress. The zip didn't quite go all of the way up - Linzie was pleased to find that my waist was still bigger than hers - but you wouldn't have noticed. The girl walked around me for an age, patting the dress down and admiring my petite figure. "you've got an insanely small little waist for a man! It must be about 27 inches I reckon. You know what, the only place the dress looks silly is at the bust, because you haven't got one." She stood in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. "that's one of the things you made fun of with me wasn't it? That I was flat chested?" I felt my face go as red as the dress. "That wasn't me Linzie, it was Chantelle. I'd never say anything like that." She smiled. "You still laughed though, didn't you? You know, you need a little bust yourself to wear this dress properly, why don't I find you a nice bra to wear?" She opened the carrier bag that she'd brought from home. Clearly she'd thought about this. "Oh, this is perfect as well," she said, taking the bra from the bag. "Red like your thong and the dress! You're just a real lady in red today, aren't you?" So my next feminine lesson was how to put on a bra. I taken them off girls plenty of times, but it was much harder work putting them on. She had made me take off the dress to practice, and I felt ridiculous standing in front of her in just the thong. "I've always been conscious of my boobs," Linzie revealed, as I finally got to grips with putting on her red bra. "that's why it really hurt me when you girls made fun of me in that way. You know what I did? I went and bought these." She took two gel like things from the bag. "little breast enhancers, or most people call them fillets. I think we should put these in your bra, don't you?" They felt cold against the skin as she slipped them inside each cup. "there, now the dress will look much better." I stood meekly as it was slipped over my head again. Linzie put her hands to her mouth and laughed at my new "little bust" and made me walk up and down the room to feel the slight jiggle against the neckline of the dress. "Oh it's so perfect," she enthused, touching up the skirt of the dress. "You're like the best doll in the world! Hold on a second," she rushed off to grab something from her handbag. "I just have to take a picture of this." "No Linzie, don't you dare." But it was too late. Her phone flashed. "just something to remember your first time in a dress Andrea. I won't show it to anyone else," she grinned, and swept her brown hair away from her face. "unless you really annoy me of course." Linzie didn't tell Veronica about my time in the dress, but she was quick to tell her that I mastered putting on a bra. It was therefore no surprise that I was summoned to see Linzie on the Monday morning, "Veronica wants us to go and buy you some bras at lunchtime, so be ready for about half one," she whispered to me. "We'll probably go to Next, they always have nice bras." So I spent an hour shiftily moving around the women's underwear department at Next, hoping to God that no-one else from work popped in. Linzie didn't help my nerves by constantly holding up bras against my chest when she thought no one was looking, or by spending an age trying to find bras that matched the thongs and briefs that I already owned, "This is really pretty," was a typical comment, holding up a pink bra with little flowers embroidered on the cup. "and it suits you colouring as well. Oh, and it will look OK with the floral briefs that I bought you." I was further embarrassed by Linzie's insistence that I kept the Next bag next to my desk for the afternoon. "Well they're you bras, not mine. You need to look after them." This left me in dread of someone taking a peek inside, or the contents spilling out. Fortunately, Veronica knew I couldn't wear a bra during the week, but I became expected to wear one at weekends with Linzie's fillets inserted. Veronica absolutely loved this, and particularly enjoyed caressing me through my t-shirt as we watched television or lay in bed. "It's a shame you have to wear those nasty t-shirts though," she said to me one night, my head resting on her lap as we half watched some programme. "A pretty blouse or shirt would feel much nicer against the bra, maybe you could try it?" "I don't think so Veronica." I felt a bit annoyed. Wasn't it enough that I was sitting with her wearing women's underwear and light make-up! What more did she want? I hadn't been reading the blog as often while all this was happening. Somehow it felt a bit too close to home now. It was one thing reading a girl's fashion blog before, but another having to do it while wearing knickers and a bra. It had crossed my mind that I might even own the same item of underwear as Eve now, and that I knew just as much about applying mascara and blusher as she did. This was brought home to me the following Saturday, when Linzie made me trawl through the shopping centre with her. "Veronica wants you to learn some womanly things, right? Well, what could be more girlie than clothes shopping?" So we visited endless chain shops, Linzie making me pick out my "favourite" dress in each and then tell her what shoes would look good with it. The girl also took great pleasure snapping my bra strap. "This is a lot of fun," she commented as we stopped for a bite to eat. "I don't normally enjoy those girlie shops but your face is priceless! You've got good taste as well. That white dress in New Look was awesome, a bit too girlie for me but it'd look nice on you." She threw a chip at me as I felt my face go red. "Cheer up Andrea, this is fun. Plus, can you believe I'm getting paid to do this?" At times like this I would think of Veronica to remind myself of why it was worth it, and the horrible thought that she might actually bring Eve aroun