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A Change of Life.... As I entered the building, my heart skipped a beat. My divorce counsellor had reccommended that I finally check out a support group for crossdressers and transgendered people. The thing was that I had always been a very sporadic crossdresser. After my wife left me, many of my old urges began to return, probably from isolation. In the LGBT center, there were lots of fellows standing around. I felt a bit awkward walking in there at first, thinking that some of the other men there were assuming I was gay. At that time, that wasn't the case. I sat and stood around very awkwardly, in just a shirt and jeans, waiting to get directed to this mysterious meeting for crossdressing individuals. I tried to drink a cup of water and look comfortable. As I awkwardly loitered, I did happen to notice one very tall and muscular black man (about 6'2''), hanging around. I thought nothing of it at the time, but I remember being quite impressed by his overall physique. However, within a few minutes, a few people wearing ladies' clothes entered the lobby. I looked at them and could instantly tell that they were men, by their faces. For a second, my face registered shock, and then I composed myself as best I could, as to not make anyone feel uncomfortable. They made eye-contact with me, and probably registered that I had noticed their gender discrepancy. I gathered myself and summoned up my courage. I walked over to one of these "ladies" who looked like a linebacker...She was wearing a long floral skirt, a blue sweater, and black pantyhose (I studied her outfit closely)... "e-ex-excuse me," I stammered, "Is this the crossdressng meeting?" "Oh hi," she said, "yes, we are all meeting in the back room. My apologies...Are you coming just in drab this week?" "Drab?" I replied. "Yeah," she said, "just dressed as a man. Like Drag, but drab." "I'm pretty new to this, and this is my first meeting here," I said without confidence. "I don't even own any women's clothes." "Ohh," she said. "I just split up with my wife," I explained, trying to sound convincing. "And I have 2 sons, which limits my dressing around the house, even if I wanted to. My wife left some of her old clothes there though." "Well, I'm Denise," she said affirmatively. "Welcome, and you are probably just exploring right now. Maybe it won't be long before you hang out with us in drag?" "To be honest with you, my therapist suggested I come here." We walked slowly but surely back to the round-table meeting. The meeting was filled with 10 people who looked to be at a point somewhere between a man and a women, and none would have struck me as a completely convincing female. As if I was in a meeting for something like Alcoholics Anonymous, I had to stand up and introduce myself. I was asked if I was a crossdresser or trans. I explained that I was interested in crossdressing, and I would really like to learn more about trans-people. As I was done introducing myself in an especially stumbling manner, the large black man came in just as I was giving out the tail end my life story. "Sorry to interrupt you Dave," said Denise, but I think James has something for us. "Oh," the large black man said, "I just came up with some sodas, and I was going to pass around these sign-ups for the Palace Lounge event next month." "Sounds great," said Denise. "Right on," said James, "you ladies and gentle-man get back to your meeting." I was standing at the other end of the table, and as James finished, he looked down, made direct eye-contact with me, and smiled. Just then, I had the horrifying thought that he thought I was gay, and that he was eyeballing me out. What if he was? I guess that had to be a possibility here. Just then, I was interrupted in my dreams by Denise..."So Dave, do you have anything left to tell us?" "I have just ALWAYS had these urges to dress," I replied. "When I was married, I suppressed them for a long time, because I had 2 sons at home whom I wanted to grow up masculine and normal. I didn't want them seeing me doing anything remotely feminine. I still feel that way very strongly to be honest. I don't feel that being gay or feminine is anything "lesser," but I just have concerned for their development and how these kinds of things might effect them. You know what I mean.... like if their friends saw me dressing in drag, then how would that affect my boys' social life." Some heads nodded unconvincingly. I thought I had just slurred together a whole bunch of dribble. "My sons could definitely use some exposure though to other people and things besides 'guns, trucks, and tanks...' They would never imagine that their father would be anywhere like here." "I hear you Dave," one lady said sympathetically but unconvincingly, "Its hard to break the conservative patterns that carry on for forever." "I just kind of feel awkward and shy right now though." Is it cool if I sit down? "If you don't mind though, can I tell you that some of my fantasies are to wear tights and pantyhose, and I one thing I would love more than anything is to take ballet, but as a woman, and to wear those cute dance outfits. When I was little, I loved more than anything else the cute leotards and tights that other girls wore." "Oh Yeah," said one of the most masculine 'ladies,' who was sitting down at the other end. I love those cute outfits too. I felt a bit more encouraged. "Sorry," I replied, "I got carried away. I don't mean to go more to the fantasy and sexual side of things, but I figured it would be ok to share that just once." "No problem," a few of the ladies said. I sat back down and contributed sporadically the rest of the meeting. The rest of it seemed to go well, besides being grilled on whether or not I might one day "go trans," and encouragements to attend more meetings. I told them that I was still definitely "on the fence" about appearing in "drag" in public, and I didn't even have any ladies' clothes. They said though that they would definitely work with me if I wanted to "take things further." ---- I pretty much was ready to do a dead-sprint out of the LGBT center. I felt way too pressured and harried by the ladies there to "take things further," and dress, and attend more meetings...buy clothes, dress at home, etc. It was all too much, and too soon. All I wanted out of crossdressing was just to dress up a little bit in private, fantasize, have fun, and feel good as the soft fabric of the panties, dresses, and tights caressed my skin. I wasn't ready to come as a pretend-lady to regular meetings. I was still completely a man, a normal man. No one could see that there. There was a dichotomy between my two lives, that could not be blurred. Denise had handed me a card, with her number, but I doubted I would be back. I had seen, and I was done. I stepped out onto the pavement from the building at almost a sprint. I was headed towards my car, when I heard a loud and thunderous "WAIIIT !!!" coming from the door. I turned around to look...It was James. "Hey there," I said weakly. "Yo, wait up," James replied as he came over towards me. "This your first time?" "Uh yeah," I said, "I still feel a bit nervous here. I was on the fence about coming." "Its OK," he said, "I know how you feel. No one in my family or at my work knows I'm bisexual. I haven't been able to bring it up. "Yeah, I'd never bring it up either." "But listen," said James, "I was really impressed with what you said in the meeting, especially when you had the guts to admit your fantasies. None of those other ladies in there would do that." "Really, " I said. "I just kind of spilled it out." "And honestly," James said, " I don't blame you at all for being nervous about going to other crossdressing meetings and transgender meetups. The 3 or 4 top-ladies in there pressure everybody. In fact, I think they grilled you a little bit to find out if you are for real, and not just some weirdo getting his kicks from turning up at the center. But I can tell you are genuine." "Thanks," I said. " You know," said James, "dressing might be easier if you start in private, or in more comfortable settings. Dressing in a hotel lounge like the Palace Lounge for the first time would be intimidating." "I know," I said. "Listen," James said, "I really like you, as a friend. I want to give you my card. Btw, do you dress at all, in private?" "I'll be honest with you," I said, " I own a few pairs of tights that sometimes I put on for a few minutes. That's it. Besides that, I felt completely overwhelmed by the "level" that the ladies in here go to." "And you said you were divorced," said James? "And that must be difficult financially?" "Yeah," I said. "Listen," said James, "I crossdress sometimes myself, just for fun, in drag shows sometimes. You are always welcome over to my place if you want a private place to do it, without your sons catching you. You might feel more comfortable there then with these crones." "I don't know, I have to think about it," I said, fully intending to decline. "Its ok if you don't want to," said James. I'll be totally honest with you right now though... "If you WERE to become transgender, I think you would be very promising. Your facial features would actually translate very well to being a woman. This is why I was shocked when you came in. I had to talk to you." "What !!" I was stunned. I wanted to sprint away. "But listen," James said, "I quite honestly think there is a way you can make some money from helping me, if you work with me. I want you to call me," he said, giving me my card. "Doing what?" I asked suspiciously. "I might as well lay all my cards out on the table right now," said James. "I won't beat around the bush, but I have to tell you this right now, otherwise I know I'll never hear from you again. I am a lawyer with Johnson, Jackson, and Howe. We are one of the biggest law- firms in the country, and we specialize in litigation that specifically works in the interest of all minorities. Our big interest is in working closely with the NAACP, and Latino groups." "Aah..." "The thing is that our law firm also has a strong Southern Baptist faith-based tradition, so in many ways we have a very conservative culture at the firm, with regards to things like dress-code, our social-lives, and personal conduct. If they knew I was coming to the LGBT center, even just to use the public restroom, I'd be fired just like that. Honestly, all of this Christian-conservatism is because of the guidelines of one of the partners, Leticia Howe. She has complete power and manipulation in the firm, and she runs all aspects of it as she pleases. She is such a legal savant, that no one could challenge her will." "Ok, I see..." "This job is a great paying job, where I help people, and I also have a HUGE desire to make partner. For this, though, I need Mrs. Howe's approval. I am already sucked in to attending her moronic church 3 nights a week, and everyone there is starting to ask why such an "eligible" man like myself isn't "attached.""" "Also," James continued, "Its really a big pity, but Mrs. Howe is incredibly racist against white people, personally. I love how she helps out minorities, but her hatred of Caucasisans is her big dark- side. A lot of people in the firm sadly feel this way. I wish it wasn't true." "So what do you want me to do?" I asked. James said, "I don't want to lead a black woman at her church on, to be honest with you though, and even pretend to date her. She would realize I wasn't attracted to her, and possibly gay in the bedroom, and then eventually word would get back to Mrs. Howe, and I'd be canned. Mrs. Howe has her spies everywhere, and pretty much every black woman at that church is in her "circle." If I got intimate with them, and couldn't "perform," it would be a disaster. I'm only attracted to white women, but if I'm seen with anything besides a black woman, it would be a professional catastrophie." "Oh, I'm beginning to understand what you might want." " I know this might be an extreme long-shot, but I was going to ask you if you would pose as my black fiancee? I realize you'll probably sprint away from here, but just hear me out...I could pay you very well for this. To be honest, you are overwhelmingly the best possible person to do this, and I NEED you for this." "This is the most absurd thing I have ever heard," I said, "I understand what you are saying, but surely you can just get a black woman from somewhere else to be your pretend girlfriend? Also, how the hell can you make me into a black woman? It would never work." "No," he said, "any other black woman would get drawn in to Mrs. Howe's "circle." It HAS to be someone else on the outside, and someone who I can totally trust. When I saw you, I knew I had to ask you." "But I can't just become a black woman," I replied. "I am a complete man, in every facet." "I know, but I know a transformation service that works wonders. It will work. This is what you have to do...All I want is for you to get made up and dressed 'in character' a few separate times. Come to church, make an appearance, and just sit next to me. You seriously don't have to chat to anybody. All you have to do is come in, sit down in the pew next to me for 10 minutes, then get up and leave. Mabye just two or three times with you as my black girlfriend, and that is it." "That sounds way too risky and crazy," I said, "I mean, surely people will talk to me and hear my voice?" "That is a risk," said James, "but you can quite honestly pull it off with a vocal spray they have. You will have to work on feminizing your voice a little bit, but it is very possible." "I have to admit," I said, " I do have some interest. I have thought for a long time about being a woman, but never a black woman. That sounds like it would be a fascinating change. I am quite honestly thinking about it." "Really," James said. His eyes perked up. "Is it possible,?actice, in character as the black woman you want me to be? Then, I can just see how i look and if it can be pulled off? Even if not, it would be fun, I admit, just to dress once." "Definitely," said James, "I can make an appointment for the transformation service to come to my home, and you can meet me there to dress. Your sons won't see anything. You can just practice some things there for a few hours, like walking in high heels." "I'm very interested," I said quite honestly, "but how much does it pay?" "I can pay you 7,000$ per appearance. Lets count on 2 church visits to sit with me, and then if I need you for anything else, if Mrs. Howe isn't satisfied, then maybe we can discuss you coming out for more, in character." "Ok, I'll do it," I said, not without some trepidation. "What will I have to wear though, " I replied? "Well," said James, "This is one of the most prominent black churches, and we have a dress code that is generally agreed upon. You'll be in a dress, heels, pantyhose, jewelry, makeup, and with complete hair." "Really," I replied, not without some excitement. "And I'll really be doing this completely as a black woman." "Oh yeah," said James, "Absolutely. This transformation service I have has made up 5 or 6 white guys as black or asian women before. Its almost unbelievable, but they are incredibly, and I mean incredibly good at their job. A few of them have worked in Hollywood." "But how will they make me, well, you know, black," I queried? "There is sort of a tanning solution that they use. When it is sprayed on, it is permanent for a couple weeks, until it is removed with another formula. It can get sprayed on and stay for weeks, and longer with refresher coats, but it is instantly removed I imagine that you will come buy on Sunday, very early at about 5 AM, and spend about 4 hours getting made up and prepared to go. Then, we'll just go to church with you as my wife, and we go back and get you completely back as 'Dave.'" "I'll be honest with you," I said, "That sounds like an incredible deal for 7,000$." "I would not normally ask, but I am desperate," James said. "Also, don't worry, as your sons will NEVER see you like this, as a black woman, and no one you know will ever know. Also, obviously, I can't imagine anyone at my church will know anyone in common with you. I have to tell you though that I think you will be amazing. Also, changing to a black woman can be a bit easier for a white guy, as you can be permitted a bit more muscular and broader physique, and your facial features will translate better." "Well, I hope it works," I replied. "This is absolutely incredible, that I may actually get to dress. And to be honest, I have a lot of confidence in you, and I feel strangely secure about all of this. I'm actually quite excited to get started and to have a chance to be a black lady." "That just sounds fantastic," said James. I can't wait to get you started. When you come over, we can look through a selection of black-hairstyle wigs for you to try, and some outfits. I even have some hosiery and lingerie you can try on. TBH, you will at least need pantyhose. I would say you could wear your men's underwear, but panty- lines would be very convincing." "I have no problem with ladies underwear," I replied. "Fantastic," said James, "I have to leave and get up early, but here is my number on this card." He handed me a business card. "I think on Friday, we could get together and practice for how I want you to be at Church, and Sunday morning, come by at 5, no, 4:30 AM so we can dress you and get you all prepared." I had a bit of trepidation, but I said, "OK, I will give this a try." I was a bit unsure, but that 7,000 would immediately go a long way. My wife had left me and my boys to move in with a doctor from France, and I was struggling to make ends meet. "Just to be clear though," I told James, "I am still a man, and this whole business is purely an act, like a part in a play. Its just dressing, but I'm not actually a woman." "I know, and I completely respect that," said James. ------ I had to admit that when I talked with James that night, I probably rushed into things. I felt like I had a lot of adrenaline, especially when the prospect of actually being able to dress came up. I knew it would be at James's house, and with him seeing me, but something about him struck me as being completely secure. It may have been because he looked so professional and competent. I felt like I could count on him as a friend. The next few days dragged on interminably as I waited for Friday, when I could head to James's house and dress. I was quite anxious, and I found myself shaving my whole body in preparation. I wondered what name he would give me as a black woman. I stood in the bathroom, and looked at my white-male self in the mirror. I tried to picture a new black female. I had tried on a pair of tan pantyhose, and my wife's white dress. It was the first time I had dressed up in quite some time. I pranced around my bedroom, and looked in the mirror. I felt like this time though, it wasn't just for fun or sexual pleasure, but I was training and practicing earnestly for something. On Friday, I got off work and drove straight to James's address. My oldest son, Ryan, could watch himself and his younger brother. I had little idea what to expect, but I drove to a house that was in a very upscale neighborhood. As soon as I pulled up in my car, James came out of the front door and said, "Hey Dave." "I'm so glad you made it. Come inside and lets get started. Why don't you shower first so you feel fresh." "What are we going to do today?" I asked. "Oh, I'm just going to try some lingerie, an outfit, and a wig on you, and I want to see what we can do about giving you a "bust." "Are you just going to put socks in my bra?" "Oh no," said James, "the transformation service has provided me with some breast forms you can try." "Really," I said as I stepped into his shower. I got undressed and stepped in. I noticed that James had only set out a very feminine bodywash,in a purple container. I lathered up with it, and it smelled really nice. James's bathroom was covered in giant wall-mirrors, and had purple and tiger-print trim around everything. His whole house was filled with pictures that extolled the virtues of the African race, praising " The Majesty of the Black Woman, etc, etc." It had me a bit intimidated, and I was a bit overwhelmed by it all as well. As I showered, James called in to me, "So, I'm really looking forward to making you be my pretend wife." "Yeah," I laughed. "I see the poster praising black women btw. Is that what I am going to be?" "I am going to try," said James, "I really want to pull this off, and I think we can." "I don't know if I can be a black woman though?" "You can be anything you try to be. Now hurry up and come out so I can get you in your new clothes. Btw, I noticed you shaved beforehand." "So can I ask," I called to him, "do you want me to start talking to you like a black woman?" "Get in character as much as possible," he told me. "Ok, I will act it up as much as you want me to. I will be your pretty wife." "Good," he said as I got out of the shower and put on a pink bathrobe. "Now come on and lets try on some lingerie. Let me also show you some choices for wigs, so you can pick your hairstyle." I walked behind James to his bedroom. His hallway and bedroom were more of the same, with a decidedly african/black-power theme. He had large paintings of beautiful black women in traditional African garb, and a giant portrait of Malcolm X. I was taken aback even more. What new world was I entering !! As we opened the door to James's bedroom, I saw a giant selectioin of wigs on styrofoam busts that he had laid out. All were done in pretty black hairstyles. I couldn't wait to try one on. "Oh my," I said. James looked at me and said, "lets try some lingerie on first. what about some leopard print, as that is very popular with black women (and men) atm." James chuckled. "Ok, I will try." James reached into a top drawer and pulled out a pair of fullback leopard-print panties, and a matching bra. I sheepishly took the panties and turned away from James. "You'll need to take your robe off before you get your bra on," said James..."Don't worry, we're just 2 guys practicing something. I won't think anything of seeing you nude." I quickly and discreetly pulled my panties up over my male bulge. I then took the pretty leopard-print bra, which was covered with lace trim. I put it up to my chest and put my arms through it. "Wait," said James, "lets get your pantyhose on first." He handed me a package of "Brown Sugar" coffee colored pantyhose, that had a picture of a beautiful black woman on the front. Was I going to become her? Were these for me? I gingerly opened the package. "Have you put new pantyhose on before?" said James. "No," I replied. "You have to stretch them and be careful with them the first time, so they don't tear. Let me know if you need help getting them on." "I can manage," I replied. I took a few seconds to find the right foot of the pantyhose. As I stepped into them and pulled them up my lower legs, I was shocked by how the hosiery turned my skin a darker color. I got the tights up to my knees, and I stood up to wiggle them up my hips. They were quite tough, however, and James saw me struggle with them. "Hold on, honey," he said. He came over from behind me and grabbed the waistband of my pantyhose. "Let me help you, so you don't rip them." He expertly guided them up my hips. He pulled the tights over my panties. As he manipulated the pantyhose up over my waist, his hand and wrist brushed across the sensitive underside of my penis, which was situated upright in the front of my panties. I felt a sudden rush of energy, especially feeling the soft fabric of my female undergarments. As James, the big black stud, pulled my pantyhose up, I almost instantly got an erection after he touched me. I just looked off into space with a dazed look. As James got the brown hose straightened on my hips, he looked down at my erection. "Oh, that's quite ok," he said. "That will go down soon. Its nothing to be embarassed about." James straightened the waistband of the pantyhose around my belly- button, and then snapped them against me, as if to solidify the fact that they were now on. "Sorry," I sighed, "It just happened when you touched me accidentally." Things felt really good as he got my tights straight. From the waist down, I looked in the mirror, and my legs looked really pretty. I could see the underline of my leopard print panties under my tights. The pantyhose were definitely designed for black women, and from the waist down, I definitely looked like I could have played the part. James did a once-over on my pantyhosed legs, running his hands up and down them, and smoothing them out. "You look really nice," he told me, "so far. You will make an excellent black woman. But I have to start thinking of the right name for you. I wanted to wait until after we got your skin tone and face made up. First though, let me get your bra on. I'll help you and get you laced up in back for the first time." James got close to me and took the hooks and clasps of the bra. He brought them together at my back, and he hooked them together against my flat chest. The thing was though, he got really close and pressed his groin against my butt as he laced me in. I figured he was just firmly getting me saddled up in my bra, but I swear I felt his manhood press against my rear end. It was a bit too close for comfort. "Now," James said, "I just want to try these breast-forms in your bra, to see what kind of fit we have. James reached in a box and pulled out two large brown plops. I noticed my bra cups were quite large. James filled them out with two large breast forms. "Wow," I said. "Yeah," said James. "For Sunday, I have an adhesive to glue them to your chest, just temporarily." I noticed that the forms were quite dark, especially against my white skin. "I got these in advance, and I have arrainged with the transformation serive to select a skin-tone for you that is quite dark. I picked a darker skin-tone for you, as I thought it would bring down and hide some of your more masculine features, if any still really stand out. "Oh," I said, a bit taken aback. "Well, I can't wait to see what you have planned for me." "Another thing," said James, "I wasn't sure if this would be an issue, but we'll have to do something about your male bulge. It is too prominent, and I can't risk you getting a big erection, even under a dress. The transformation service has special garments you can wear. I want to try one on you for Sunday. Will this be a problem." "No sir," I replied. "Good," said James. "Now, I want you to try on this purple skirt- suit." James pulled out a purple outfit on a hangar, consisting of a white top to wear underneath, a short purple skirt, and a purple blazer. Awkwardly, I put my pantyhosed legs into the skirt, and pulled it up. I snapped the buttons and fastened a tick white belt. I noticed the skirt was very short and showed off ALL of my legs. I remember thinking how feminine my lower body looked. I pulled on the silky white top over my bra and my big black breasts, and I got the blazer on. James came over with a gold necklace, and a few bracelets for me to wear. Finally, James surprised me with a pair of purple high-heels. I slipped them on. "You are really coming together," commented James. "This is really going to work out." "I can't believe I'm dressing," I said, "and I quite honestly feel like a woman right now." I looked at my male face in the mirror, but I was wearing a complete female ensemble." "I want to try some wigs on you," said James. "The fun thing about being a black woman is that you can really play around with your hairstyle. Its very common for a black woman to make lots of changes to her 'do,' and for her to wear a wig." James brought over a stunning, long curly wig with copious amounts of pitch-black hair. The hair was very dark, a bit frizzy, and definitely looked like the hair of a black-lady. James took the wig and brushed it out with expert strokes. He took my hand and led me over to another of his bedrooms, where I sat at a vanity. James placed the pretty wig on my head and brushed it out. I saw my face, but completed by the wig. What James did next shocked me. "I wasn't going to go so far today," said James, "but I must see how you look." James took out a container of black creame, and he began to smear it on my face and on my hands, rubbing it in. My face and hands gradually turned a coal color, and then brown, as it was smeared in. My white skin vanished. "This is the kind of stuff that white performers like Al Jolson used to use for blackface shows, back in the day. I bought this stuff at a novelty store. I never imagined I'd use it for anything," said James. He took the dark creame and rubbed it around my eyes, my nose, my lips, and he covered every inch of my face. "Yes, I am really going to make a fine black woman out of you. Actually, you have no idea how impossibly gorgeous you are." He spread the soft creame down my neck, and most of my exposed skin. He rubbed it in to my hands. Soon, I was the same color as my coffee pantyhose. I looked back in the mirror, and I was shocked. I had been replaced by a black lady. I thought I looked very dark, the color of an African actually from Africa. Almost subconscioiusly, I crossed my legs. James said to me, "Let me wait a few minutes for this to dry, before I apply your makeup. Also, I need to have you sign something, before we continue." "What is it?" I inquired, with a hint of submissiveness and sheepishness in my voice. "Well," said James, "I'm a lawyer, and I need to get from you a formal commitment to make two appearances. This will benefit you too, to make sure you get paid." James pulled out a form and said, "you just have to sign here. This states you will show up at the 2 times I have designated for you to appear in female attire." "I'm kind of nervous about this," I replied. "Dave," said James, "You have no reason to be nervous. Look at yourself in the mirror. You are a great actor. This is the easiest 14,000$ ever. And then we will be done." With some trepidation, I signed my name. "Ok," said James, "And by the way, your new name for when your are in character is going to be 'LaShaunda.' Do you like that name?" "Wow," I said, "I never really considered it. It is ok I suppose." "You are LaShaunda Jackson," James told me, "A homemaker and a single mother of 2 children. I obviously have to make you have kids, for your 'cover story,' to explain why you don't have a job. You can't be employed anywhere except as a homemaker, at least as my fake wife, because Mrs. Howe will do a background check on you otherwise. This way, you have no trail. Having kids will explain why you are too busy to work." "Ahh," I said. It was all kind of a blur. James explained further to me the details of my new character. Almost without thinking, James began to apply a frosty purple lipstick to my lips. He filled out my eyes with mascara and eyeliner, and covered my face in foundation. "I'm using beauty products on you specifically designed for black women," James said. "Actually, he continued, I think it would be a good idea for you to perhaps study a few publications aimed at black women. Learn the prominent clothing styles and makeup brands. In a worst-case scenario, you'll have to make some small-talk there. You should have some stuff to talk about...And think about your kids in case they ask questions about them." "Ok," I replied. James continued working on my face, painting me up as if he were doing a portrait. "You are looking 100 times better than I ever imagined," said James. "This is going to work out so well." "I hope so," I said. I couldn't imagine being 'outed' as a white male, and being branded a pervert, the ultimate shame. I was going where no white guy had gone before. How could I do this though? I was an all- American virile male, and the father of 2 sons. And yet, here I was, powerlessly in the hands of a man turning me into a lovely ebony goddess !! "I'm done," said James. I looked in the mirror, and a gorgeous black woman with raidant long hair stared back at me. I felt so sexy too in the silky and satiny clothes I was wearing. "James," I said, "I had my doubts, but I was totally wrong about you. I can't wait for Sunday." "That's great," said James, "but now its just a matter of you getting some practice acting like my girlfriend. You'll just have to maybe throw your arms around me at church, and hold my hand, but nothing much. You'll also have to talk to me too though and interact with me in a way that convinces them. " "I can learn." "You have to sway your hips, and learn how to take small steps, like a woman. Obviously, also, you won't pick up immediately on the 'jive talk' that most black ladies talk with, so just say little at first. You should practice developing your new black 'personality', though." For the evening, James had me practicing lines endlessly like, "You be trippin," and "Whas you wan," until I could say them convincingly to his satisfaction. He had me practice walking up and down the room in heels, endlessly, taking small and mincing steps, until my heels and my bum were sore. Suddenly, being dressed like a woman was no longer fun, but painful. James had me memorize, that night, a quiz from Ebony magazine; 20 facts about black hair, so I could sound intelligent if that topic came up. James had me practice a whole variety of things like freshning up my lipstick, and smoothing my skirt when I sat down. James also had me pose for him, and he snapped a few pictures of me as LaShaunda, just to give some "before-and-after" pics as a template for the transformation artists on Sunday. I gave the biggest smile i could manage. By 10 PM that night, I was exhausted, and James finally told me that I had done enough. "You were exceptional, LaShaunda," James said. "You were so fantastic in your training. I think you will do such a great job. But listen... I know its late, and I think its a good time for you to shower and get some sleep. When you wash, your blackface makeup will come off. Take off your outfit, your tights, your wig, and go wash up and get changed back into your guy clothes. I know its late, so feel free to stay here and sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. This I did. I felt a bit sad to take off my wig, remove my coloring and makeup, and see my old white-male self Dave return. I never thought I would feel that way. I changed back into my boxers and T- shirt, and I crashed on Dave's sofa. I was almost too tired to think of how I had felt when James had "gotten close" to me, but I had mixed feelings about it, to be honest with you...The next morning, I drove back home and got my boys ready for their hockey game that Saturday morning. I pretty much shook in my shoes all day that Saturday, as I was impossibly nervous about getting changed the next day and doing my whole "performance" as a black lady on Sunday. At the same time though, I could think of nothing but how amazing and pretty I looked as "LaShaunda" and how I pulled it off. --- I rolled out of bed at 3:30 AM on Sunday. Truth be told, I had been tittering about how I was going to become "LaShaunda" today. I had no idea what to expect, but I headed over to James's to begin my transformation. I left my sons sleeping...Ryan could take care of his brother that day. I left a note telling them I picked up an extra shift at the warehouse. I drove up to James's house and knocked on the door. It was still dark outside. "Its early as hell," he said as he greeted me. "Come in, Bev is here to start working on you." I entered the door, and a salon chair had been set up in James's living room. A very attractive black lady, about 40 years old, stood waiting for me. "Hi David, I'm Bev," she greeted. James has told me all about what we are doing here today. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. "Well, we don't have long," replied Bev, "and we are doing a white man to a black woman. I think first we'll have to start with your skin- tone darkening, and this we'll get to match your fake breast-forms. We'll get your breasts attatched, and then spray you with the brown skin-color that goes with it. I have the booth set up in the shower, for you to get colored." "Ok," said James, "Can you get his breasts fixated on first, and then we can get her ready to go." "Ok," said Bev. "Can you go get undressed and come out in your robe. I also apologize btw, but you will need to be nude while we do this." 'That's fine," I replied. I returned quickly in my pink bathrobe. Bev took my large black breast forms, and used an adhesive to glue them to my pectoral muscles. I looked down at the boobs, and I was shocked by how big and pointy they were. I liked their shape...They were like 2 torpedoes. Bev then took some black putty, and used them to fill in around the edges of my boobs, so they looked naturally attached. "This putty will set in 20 minutes," replied Bev. "It will stay stuck for a couple of weeks, unless removed with the forumla I brought." "Ok, great," I said. I looked amazed as I developed quite an impressive rack. "Also," Bev said, "James told me we may need to do something about your male bulge. I brought one of the garments we have, to test for you. "I'm sorry this was kind of a surprise," James said. He held up what looked like a brown jock-strap. "I want to try and fit this on you. Its molded to look like a fake vagina. Its a bit complicated, so you may need some help with this. I can help you if you want." With shock, I took the brown underwear and looked at it. It looked like a very complicated nylon piece. I looked and saw a large tube, and a slit that actually looked like what I thought it was. I began to gingerly step in to it. I had trouble reaching down, due to the size of my new breasts. "You'll have to insert your penis in the tube," said James. "Your penis will sit to your front, against your stomach, and it will be hidden by conforming folds of material to the sides of your organ." I got the garment up to my waist, but I was totally befuddled as to how to situate myself. "Here," said James. I was totally embarassed as he walked over. "Let me help you, do you mind?" He came up behind me and grabbed my new underwear. He got the tube correctly siited to the front. Next, much to my shock and chagrin, he grabbed my penis with his bare hand. Even more to my shock, I felt suddenly aroused, a bit. Like a sausage, he stuffed my penis into the tube, and pulled the whole apparatus up to my belly button. It looked like a brown bikini-bottom now, except now I saw an actual female genitalia, where my penis and testicles had been. I had a completely smooth front. James took the underwear and snapped it together around the back. I suddenly felt very girly and helpless. James seemed to have a certain powerful "control" over me. "Wow," I said. My penis was fully encased inside. Everything was sort of "secured" in a nice but completely flush package in my lower abdomen. "You can go to the restroom by sitting down wearing this," James said. It has a tube that allows for release. Also, that underwear allows for penetration of up to 8 inches. This way, you can reach up there and adjust your penis, if you have to." "Oh my." I took my finger and tested the hole. "Go on," said James. I studied my new opening a bit more. The underwear was completely smooth, except for a patch of black frizzy pubic hair, pre-trimmed into a "V-shape." "Well done," said Bev. " That looks really great for her foundation. Now, lets get LaShaunda's skin color to match. Bev took me to the shower, and sprayed me all over with a coloring. I watched as all of the skin on my body turned a very dark brown. I was impressed and shocked. My fake breasts and my vaginal-underwear were that very dusky color, and I watched as the spray turned the rest of my skin to match my new "bikini lines." "Give it 20 minutes to dry," said Bev, and then meet me back in the living room so we can do your hair and face. My whole skin was completely dark, and my body was completely female, but I had a man's face, and short hair. I put on my pink bathrobe, and I headed back to the living room. Bev sat me down in the salon chair, in front of a mirror, and she again applied a creamy foundation to my dark face. She used about 6 different products just for my cheeks. "Eventually, you will have to learn this makeup routine," she said. "Also, maybe one day you can come in for a hair-braiding." "This is just a one-time thing," I replied quickly. "Oh," said Bev. She drew out my eyes with mascara and eye liner, and she applied a neutral lipstick to my lips. I noticed I was starting to look very pretty. I couldn't wait to see how I looked with the wig that would be picked out for me. I also realized that while James had done a great job on my makeup, Bev's skills were far-and-away superior, and she was making me look so convincing and so beautiful. I really saw LaShaunda coming out. Bev's makeup skills wiped away my maleness. She finished up, and looking back, I saw a pretty black woman in the mirror. James came over with a new wig...A short, pitch-black wig that was done in a bob- style, with bangs. The hair was very nappy but smooth, and clearly a style that would be worn by a black woman. He placed the hair-piece on my head and smoothed it out, brushing it. I looked completely like a black woman. "Wow," said Bev. "This is the best one we have ever done." "I love how I look," I replied. "This is awesome." Bev took 5 or 6 hair pins, and stuck them through the wig into my male hair underneath. "This will ensure your hairpiece doesn't fall off," said Bev. Let me paint your fingernails too," said Bev. She took a purple fingernail polish and expertly did my hands. I really thought the purple looked pretty, next to my black fingers. As she did this, James came out with my outfit and Jewelry for me to wear that day. "Thanks Bev," said James, and he tipped her a 50$ I can get her back to being a white guy later, with the formula today. I really appreciate the work you've done for us. "LaShaunda, you look so pretty. Let me hang around to see how you look dressed." "Ok," I said. "I have her outfit," said James. He grabbed a pair of white panties and a white bra. "I'm going to have you wear these, and white tights." I took the panties and pulled them up, while still in my robe. The bra had massive white cups to hold my burgeoning breasts. James came around to help me fasten it. "James," I said, "I love how the white bra and panties contrast so well with my dark skin. My black skin looks beautiful, by the way." "You look really beautiful, LaShaunda," said James. "I know you are still Dave Miller, but you are absolutely stunning just as LaShaunda. Its really a shame this isn't the 'permanent' you. I love your panties and your bra too." James made sure my fake boobs were well placed in my bra, and he fastened my clasp. He got close to me and really took charge. "I think you'll like these white tights too," he said, "They are ballet dancers' tights, just like the ones you talked about at the meeting. Do you need help putting them on?" "Yes please," I said, as I sat down at the bed. I looked down at the completely smooth and feminine front in front of my panties. There was no trace of my manhood to be found. "Listen," said James, "when you take a new pair of tights from a package, like these, you have to stretch them first, to make sure they'll fit. Then, you have to put one of your arms down each leg, to get them stretched even more. After that, you have to get them rolled down to your feet, like so, so you can get them on without having to run your toenails all the way down. If you don't do this, your toenails will tear them." James got the tights ready, and he had me insert my right foot into them. The tights were thick and white, and he pulled them from a package that had an image of a ballet dancer on the front. They looked really pretty. After I inserted my left foot, James got the tights up to my black knees, while I was sitting on the bed. I was impressed with how innocent, smooth, and virginal they made my legs looked. "Stand up," ordered James. I stood, and James came around the back and began to wiggle the tights up my hips, going from one side to the other. They were really tough to get on. "Tights are one of the hardest things to master," said James, "but you'll start doing them yourself after next time." "Ok," I said. James got the tights and pulled them up over my white cotton panties. I really liked how the panties looked underneath the tights. James then took the tights and pulled them up over my tummy, almost to the crevice under my boobs. The tights felt really nice and soft. "I have a really sexy blue power-suit for you to wear," said James. "Its dark blue and has a very short skirt. I have matching blue heels for you too. Also, I have lots of jewelry for you to wear. You'll be so decked out, that no one will possibly notice that you are a guy." James also spritzed a "tigress" scent perfume on me. I got on a silky white undershirt that James handed me. I buttoned up the buttons, and then James tied on a ladies' blue cravat around my neck. It was girly and lacy, and looked really cool. James got my blue skirt, which I pulled on. The hemline came to about mid-thigh, and really showed off all of my incredible white legs. I thought how amazing the contrast was between my black skin and face, and the white tights I was wearing. I thought my white tights looked really hot...The blue skirt was held up by a showy rhinestone belt, interwoven with a "tiger" pattern in the middle. I thought the belt was cool and really showed power, in an African sort of way. As James dressed me, I looked in the mirror and saw LaShuanda, my black female self. I loved how I looked and I thought I looked amazing. James got my power suit on, and my whole ensemble was really stunning. Next, James had me step into a pair of blue pumps. "You look so awesome,LaShuanda." I was floored by how hot I thought I looked. "I just hope I'll be convincing enough," I replied. "Oh, plenty," James said. "You turned out so well." "Yeah," said Bev, "You be rockin it, girlfriend !! I've never seen a transformation like you before. You are an ebony goddess !!" James gave me about 3 gold bracelets for each of my black wrists, 2 rings, and a beautiful gold necklace. I thought the jewelry really set me off. I wore no earrings as my hair covered my ears. James then asked Bev to appropriately touch up my makeup, as befitted my outfit. She went to work on my face with yet more products. As I watched her work, I noticed how my facial features became even more prominent. She really brought out my "cleopatra" eyes, my full lips, and my broad nose. My skin looked so darkly-radiant and smooth. James ran back and grabbed me a "clutch" purse. "I filled this with 'essentials'," he said. "Btw, of course, you must remember to use the ladies' room if you need to relieve yourself, and you can of course freshen up your lipstick if you must." "Oh James," I said as I was being 'completed,' "Thank you for this opportunity." "Its no problem," said James, "I should be thanking you even more for doing this for me. This is a huge favor." "The only thing is," I said, "My sons can never know about this. I'm still a man and a father. This is just a part in a show." What would my boys say if they saw me now ??... I almost cried. "I understand," said James. "Its just a job like anything else. This will always just be between us. You make one sensational woman though, just to be honest." "I really appreciate that," I replied, "This is the first time I've ever just been able to dress, for fun." "And you'll get to do it again next week," replied James. "And if you don't mind, I'll hold your hand as we walk in, and you just sit tight to me in church, put your arm around me, that sort of thing." "I know," I replied. "Lets get this over with." "Oh wait," said James, "I almost forgot..." He went and grabbed a large blue hat out of a hatbox. It had a wide brim, something I might describe as kind of a blue veil, and a large blue flower attacked to the top of the hat. It was almost over-the-top, but it was stunning. James placed it on my head, as if to crown his new wife. "Oh my," I said. "You look beautiful," interjected Bev, "I can't wait to work with you next week, too." "Thank you so much," I replied. Bev gave me a big hug. "Oh, and also," James said, "I was going to give you a vocal lozenge that would lighten the pitch of your voice, temporarily, but you speak perfectly and very huskily right now. It is a bit long-lasting, but I could try the lozenge on you next week." "Ok," I replied. ----- James did me a huge favor and pulled up at his church late, so I would be spared "giving it away" by having to chat with the other parishioners, just standing around. This would also have the benefit of letting everyone see me as I walked in, with the crowd turning around in the pews as we took our seats. I have to admit that my outfit was so stunning and so sexy. I loved my white tights, as I mentioned before, but most other lades there also wore pantyhose or tights. Most there wore just skin-toned types of hosiery, but a few went for fun colors. My white tights seemed to draw lots of eyes, especially contrasted with my bold blue power suit. I also noticed I drew a few eyes from a few of the black men who were hanging around. I am sure many wondered who the "new girl" was. Some of the ladies wore head-coverings that I could only describe as Nigerian-hair wraps. Many wore large flowery hats, like I wore. Bright colors, lots of greens, purples, and golds, were prevalant. There were many younger black kids, and many of the younger girls wore white tights, and apparel like cute plaid jumpers. Most of the girls had their hair braded or "done" in cute styles. Everyone seemed really friendly. James wore a very classy black suit. As a man, he was a good 5 inches taller than me, and about 60 pounds of muscle heavier. He looked so awesome in his suit, and he really seemed to take charge. He took my hand (gently), and walked me in. On the ride to church, he gave me some last-minute coaching...Say as little as possible, walk with dainty steps, sit close to me, smile, etc... It was all a blur. As I walked, I loved the click-click of my heels on the pavement, and the "swish" of my tights as they rubbed against each other. Delicately, I took my seat with James in the pews. As instructed, I said nothing, and simply crossed my legs at my thigh, struggling to keep my very short skirt covering the top of my hips. I sat in close to James, and he took one of his big black hands, and rested it on the top of my tights-covered thighs. I felt a jolt of electricity from his closeness, and I noticed I began to get aroused, even in my concealer- undies. I felt a bit embarassed by this, but what I could I do? I sat there, a bit anxious and tittering, as the pastor commenced his service. I pressed my shoulder against James. The whole church was black, besides about 3 or 4 white parishioners. The preacher and choir came out, and began the singing of a rousing black-hymn. I quite liked the beat and the toe-tapping music. I felt almost like I wanted to get up and sing and dance to it, but I didn't dare. It was very vigorous and more exciting than anything I had ever seen before at church. While I was a bit raptured by the music, James suddenly tapped my shoulder and pointed out someone in the front row. A black woman, about 5'10'' and wearing a black pantsuit, stood in the first row, clearly in the seat of honor. "That's Mrs. Howe," he informed me." She looked like a woman who would break me in half, physically even. She looked quite intimidating. "All you have to do is catch her eye," James said. "Ok," I whispered. The song carried on. After the initial jubilation, the preacher commenced his sermon. It all seemed ordinary fare, yet vigorous, but as the preacher carried on, he shifted his focus from religion to economics and politics... "And I say to you, bruthas and sistas, that we still sit oppressed in this great land of opportunity, despite the blessings of our lordah... It is only the white man, the blue-eyed devil, the capricious honkie, who is the bringer of our suppression. Weak, white men, are the source of all that is evil. Remove him, and we are free...Free at last, FREE AT LAST, lordy all-mighty, free at last !!" "AMEN !!" Resounding cheers went up, particularly from the youth in the service. James, however, did not react. I sat there seething, in my tights, even. I was a white man, even though I appeared as a black woman, and here was this Preacher, bashing my race. "I'm sorry," James whispered. "Its ok," I replied. "I understand this type of thing is out there." "Just 1 more time and its all over. By the way, you are doing a great job." "I don't mind, really," I said. "I understand some of the anger. Besides, I like at least appearing this way." I endured more of this sermon. As it dragged on, I suddenly felt the urge, however, to use the restroom. The problem was that I was terrified to go and possibly be "outed" by someone. However, I had not gone since that morning, and it really felt urgent. I realized that I would have to 'sit' and test my new undies. "James," I said sheepishly, "I have to use the restroom." "Ok hon," he replied, "Just go quickly and I'll be right back. I can go with you and stand outside the door, to ward people off." "No," I replied, "that would look odd." "Ok," said James. I slowly stood up and prepared my skirt. I took delicate steps as I headed out. I felt eyes on me, checking out my outift, at least. I had no idea if anyone suspected anything regarding my gender. I had so much done regarding my "black" hairstyle, and copious jewelry and makeup, and my hat, that I think it threw sand in people's eyes and obscured the true nature of my face. Either way, I hurried towards the ladies' restroom. I had a great degree of fear, especially from just the concern over being "outed" as a white male...Especially in a place where there would be such hostility to my presence. I just wanted to masquerade as a black woman for another hour and then be done with it. I hurried into the ladies' stall, where I lifted my skirt up over my waist. I rolled down my white tights and my white panties to my knees. Then, I seated myself on the toilet, and I began to squeeze out my urine. To my surprise, I felt the pee leave my penis, and then travel through a tube down to my underside. After 2 seconds of waiting, I saw the squit of urine leave my vagina. "How amazing," I thought. However, I was concerned about the urine staying in my fake vagina. I remembered James telling me though that he had packed feminine wipes. I stood up, and cleaned myself off, wiping out the inside of my new orifice... (I noticed how if I stuck my finger up my new orifice, how I could 'stroke' the underside of my penis, which was concealed in a nylon tube.) Then, I pulled my tights and my panties back up, and pulled down my outfit. Just as I thought I was "home free," however, I heard the door open. 2 black lades had entered the restroom, chatting and gossiping away in urban patois. "mmm girl, you see that fine bitch that James be wif ??" "Damn, I know Shaniqua," the other said, "Wheres did he pick up her at?" "Mmm, I don't know, but she be fine." I was shocked. I was also panicked at the same time. I made up my mind that maybe I could wait it out, but my stall was clearly occupied, and how could I delay forever. The girls went to the sink and began to freshen up. I decided too that I'd have to gather my courage and at least "run the gauntlet." I figured that they too would have questions for me. I grabbed some lipstick from my purse, and I decided I'd get freshened up too. Gingerly, I left the toilet stall, and I went over to the mirror with my makeup kit. The one black lady was wearing a yellow outfit with bright yellow tights, which I had to admit looked pretty cool. The other was wearing a colorful ensemble of black, green, and purple, with nude hose. Both were gorgeous and had extravagant black hairstlyes. "Mmm honey," the one immediately said to me (I could not hide), "I see you be with a fine stud like James. Nice goin' sugar momma." I switched into my best acting gear. Now I had no choice...I'd sink or swim with my best acting, as LaShaunda. "Hi, I'm LaShaunda" I said as I introduced myself and held my hand out. As I said those words, I was shocked myself at how strangely convincing and femininely the words came out of myself. For some reason, I said it, and even I thought I sounded like a sophisticated black business lady. The girls seemed convinced too. "I'm Shaniqua, and this is Monique," they replied. "Is this the first time at our church?" "Oh yea, it is," I replied, "James invited me." "Dang girl," said Monique, "We was wondering when James would finally meet someone. We just didn't know who the lucky girl woud be." I shied away sheepishly. "Well, we aren't serious yet," I replied. "Oh come on now," said Monique, "We all sistas here. That James is a stud, isn't he?" I almost shuddered at the thought that came up, of being fleetingly intimate with a large black man. The thought of him taking me "through the back door" popped up in my head. i had to block it out. "Mmm mmm," I said awkwardly, "well, he is "tasty"." "Well, we know anyone would take a fine man like James right away," said Monique. "That be the truth," chimed in Shaniqua. I thought about hinting something about "taking care" of James manually or orally, to convince them even further, but suddenly I thought the better of it. "Well anyway, girl, your outfit is so fine," said Shaniqua. "Thanks," I said, " I just put it together from Goodwill though." "Well, you have great fashion sense." "You too," I replied. I put on another coat of clear lipstick. I checked my eyes in the mirror. "Well," I said in my sweetest feminine voice, "I'm gonna get back." "See ya girl," said Shaniqua. "Oh, by the way," added Monique, "We's girlfriends be havin' a little get-together next Wednesday at my crib. You are more than welcome... Ladies only. (she chuckled) I know you'd love for James to be there too, but its just for us girls." I was suddenly petrified of having to commit. "Well, its no problem if you can't make it," said Monique. I searched for an excuse. Thinking about Monique and Shaniqua in front of me, my head was in a blur, "Well, I just be so busy with the kids, the girls, the bo'''...The girls, I mean." (Oh crap, what did I say !!) "You got kids," said Shaniqua, "How old they be, and they are girls?" "Uh yes," I answered unconfidently. "One is 15 and the other is 13." I realized I had just accidently said I had 2 girls instead of 2 boys, as talking to Monique and Shaniqua had me light-headed and making mistakes. Now what would I do !!! I was committed to the lie of having 2 black girls !! What if I had to deliver on this !! "Well, that's lovely," said Shaniqua, "And you look so beautiful too, after giving birth to two daughters." "Oh thank you," I replied. "Listen," said Shaniqua, "You can bring your girls over and they can play with the other kids there next Wednesday, instead of leaving them unsupervised. They are also more than welcome here at Church. Did you know we have a youth dance-troupe here for girls ?? They specialize in lyrical-ballet, worship-ballet, jazz-routines, hip-hop, and other dances. Its so much fun. I'm one of the instructors. I'd love to meet your girls. They'd have fun here." "Well, I'll have to bring them along," I said very weekly, with no idea how I'd deliver on this. Now that Shaniqua was probing and going on and on, I almost had every intent on getting the heck out of there as fast as I could. But I seemed to be doing a superb job in convincing them I was LaShaunda. "Aww...What are your girls' names?" asked Monique. I racked my head. Nothing came instantly to mind, except for the most stereotypical types of shit. "Uh, Tanisha and Ashanti," I blurted out. "Tanisha has a boyfriend too," I added gratuitously. I wanted to kick myself. I had just fabricated 2 identities that now I might have to deliver up on, or else discredit James. And I'd hate to lose that money, or worse, fear his wrath if I ruined him. "Well," said Shaniqua, "Its been great to meet you, but we have to get back. Pastor Darrell was quite rousing today too, wasn't he?" "Oh my," I replied, "He really gave it to whitey, that be the truth." "I know," said Monique, " I hate white men. When I look at them, I just want to kill them. My boss is white, and I sabotage him with something small, every day." "You know it girl," said Shaniqua. "That was hilarious, how you peed in his coffee thermos the other day." "Woo hoo..." "Well, I'll see you ladies later," I said. I heard the click-clack of my heels as I left the restroom. ---- As I returned to my seat, the service was close to coming to an end. "You were gone a long time," James said. "Sorry, I was freshining up," I replied. "You were hiding a long time in the restroom," he said. "I'm not too happy about that. You need to be seen with me." "Sorry," I said. I was unsure about telling him about how I talked with the 2 black girls. I decided to say nothing. "Don't worry," said James quietly, "You've been amazing. You are the most gorgeous woman in this church." "Really," I said. "I have a surprise for you too back home, once we get back," said James. "I arranged something extra special for you, as a thank you for helping me." "I can't wait to see what it is." I was giddy, but a bit petrified. What if it was innuendo for something sexual? "I'm a bit nervous though," I replied. "Don't be" replied James comfortably and confidently. As we walked out, we passed Shaniqua and Monique, "By LaShaunda," they said enthusiasitcally. "Bye," I replied, waving. "Did you talk to them?" asked James. "Briefly," I replied tersely. "Don't worry, I said nothing." "You know they are Mrs. Howe's right hand women." "Oh," I replied. My heart sank. I had told them so much. But now I had to lie. "Don't worry, I said, I didn't give out anything." "Well," that's good news. "Now all that happened was that Mrs. Howe and my male coworkers saw me with a gorgeous woman. Just one more show, and its all over." --- As soon as we got in the car, James lauded me to no end on my acheivements in "passing." "Everyone had their eyes on you," he exclaimed. He was so jubilant, and I had rarely seen a black man so excited. "This worked out 10 times better than I expected. You look amazing by the way. You are a goddess of Africa !!" I know I should have been eager to jump out of my tights and change back into being Dave Miller, but for some reason, I was enjoying myself. To tell the truth, I think the success of being my character had gone to my head. Before, I was petrified of dressing and appearing as a female, but the fact th