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A Change of Life, Part 2....... I left James's house Sunday night, and headed home, still smelling slightly of a very aromatic perfume. I was back as Dave Miller, dressed plainly and drably...Yet, my head was spinning. It was one thing to fantasize about being a female, but another thing to live it out, even if just for a day. To be honest, I think being not just a woman, but a black woman, added a crazily new erotic spin on the experience. Being a woman went to a completely new level of excitement, being black and going through this with James. I could not stop thinking about how I had spent Sunday as a woman. I thought a lot about how much I enjoyed the ballet lesson too. In some ways, I had already begun to notice a few small changes. At church, I noticed I had spoken and I had sounded like a black woman, and my "acting" voice was very husky yet feminine. However, what surprised me was the few times I had broken into "ebonics" slang in talking with Shaniqua and Monique. I had said things like "Wha u wan'," just like a black mamma. It was crazy. I noticed another small change too...Let me explain. Ryan and Tommy had hockey practice on Monday night. Usually, they just got into their hockey pants by themselves and laced up the backs. However, in the snack bar of the ice-rink, I felt obliged to ask them if they needed help 'lacing up' their skates and hockey-gear. They were dreadfully embarassed, as they could do it themselves, but I helped Ryan and Tommy tie up the back of their hockey-pants (as if it was a corset). Later, I began to wonder if this was the beginning of a "maternal instinct?" But that Monday, I had several dramatic moments where I thought of LaShaunda, but I quickly zipped back to the "reality" of being Dave Miller. I was just Dave Miller, a dull, regular white guy who no one would give a second thought to. As LaShaunda, I was the center of attention, and I had all eyes of me. I could wear a ridiculously flamboyant outfit if I really wanted to, and no one would really care. Being a woman was now something that was really on my mind. On Monday night, I found myself going to the websites for magazines like Ebony and Essence, and eagerly reading the articles. I downloaded lots of information on youtube about things like hair-braiding, and popular styles and makeup for black woman. I quickly became a one-man dictionary... I fell soundly asleep, after having some "personal time" perusing some 'more intense' types of websites. When I went to these sites, however, I no longer fantasized that I was "the man," but that I was "the woman" carrying out these acts. I found a few small video clips that featured thick-set black women in various acts, and much to my chagrin, I found myself fantasizing that I was them. I fell soundly asleep, from my exertions. I dreamed quietly, until at 4 AM, I was rudely awakened by a phone call... "Dave, its James," came a booming voice. "Yes-s-s," I said tiredly. "We need to talk." "Oh, ok," I said nervously. "You talked to Shaniqua and Monique at church, didn't you? Now, Mrs. Howe is on me like white on rice, asking loads of questions about 'the new girl.'" "Sorry," I said, "They cornered me in the ladies' room, and I couldn't get away." "You could have at least told me you talked to them, so Mrs. Howe wouldn't blindside me, and we could get our stories straight." "I'm so sorry," I pleaded, "I was quite honestly terrified. I didn't want to tell you that things didn't really go according to plan." "Its quite all-right," said James, "I should have planned for this and prepped you better. I threw you right into the fire with almost no practice as a black woman. You did really great though, but now we might have to do some extra work to cover our tracks. I don't understand why you told Shaniqua and Monique that you had two daughters?" "It just kind of came out," I said weakly. "How does a fake family just 'come out'," asked James. "You were supposed to have two sons." "I know you probably won't believe me, but it was a complete slip of the tongue, and my head was spinning." "I can understand that," said James. "I also realize, to be honest with you, that you aren't very self-confident or assertive as a man, but those qualities are things we can work on. You'll really have to be more confident for your next apprearances as LaShaunda." "Ohh," I said. "The thing is, now Mrs. Howe is saying how much she wants to meet you and your daughters, blah blah blah, blah blah blah... Yeah, you can pull a fast one on a girl like Shaniqua, but you won't run the gauntlet past Mrs. Howe. Not to mention that, but where the heck will I get two black girls to be your fake daughters ?? You have to understand what a situation you put me in. This was supposed to be a simple public- relations type of thing, but now this could blow up into a massive facade !!" " Ok, I'm so, so, sorry," I said. "I will do everything i can to help you correct this." "Well," said James, "You may need to make at least one more appearance as LaShaunda. There is a corporate formal dinner at the firm for which dates are mandatory. I usually just hire an escort. However, now, you'll have to be my date, and its the Friday after next Sunday." James continued, "I was just going to 'break up with you,'" but now its not that easy. Your character has to stick around. However, I can't give you 7000 dollars for any more appearances. It will have to be only 300$ for any more from here on out." "Only 300$ for all that work," I protested? "Its in that contract I gave you to sign," stated James, "Did you not read all of the paragraphs?" "Uhh..." I stammered. "Ok," said James, "There were more conditions in the contract you signed. You committed to any and all future appearances as LaShaunda as I deem necessary, at the rate I specificed. Unfortunately, I'll be needing you at least 1 more time to 'tie up all loose ends.'" I felt like an idiot. What did I do !!! Here I had let this shark- brained lawyer shang-hai me into more appearances as LaShaunda !! I realized that he could keep me as LaShaunda indefinitely if he wanted me too, on the basis of the contract. And I could never take him to court to protest over it, as he was such a powerful lawyer. James had complete power and control over me. I wondered what else I had also signed to, with James? "I'm sorry," said James. "I won't unfairly exploit you with that contract, but I may need more from LaShaunda, as 'appearances' are everything in my world. You understand?" "I'm not too happy about this." "Well, I'm not thrilled about it either," said James. "Honestly, if I was into conspiracy theories, I'd say you could have told Shaniqua and Monique a lot of lies, that would guarantee you'll have to turn up at more events as "LaShaunda," so you could keep it going and keep making me have to bring you out. But I know this isn't the case with you. You aren't capable of this manipulation. Do you really like being LaShaunda?" "I'll be honest with you James," I said, "I love it. I had such a great time." "Well, I'm glad of that, and I'm not angry with you," said James. "I'm willing to even let you come and dress as LaShaunda whenever you want, with no work to do or anything. We can just do stuff like go out to a club, or what-not." "That sounds great," I said. "I'll have to consider it." "But work and getting things cleared up comes first. You can't dig the hole any deeper," said James. "And now, I have to think about who I could get to appear as your fake daughters. Unfortunately, there definitely aren't any actual black girls around who could pull it off for a whole massive bunch of reasons. It has to be girls from the outside." "Hmmm," I said. "I really don't know." "Well," said James, "I have a lot of work to do. In the meantime, I need you to practice as LaShaunda. I think you should come over here and dress, and let me coach you. You can stay as Dave around your house, but keep up on reading your magazines, and internet articles for black women." "Ok," I said, "I will do. And until now, I think of myself as LaShaunda. I won't let you down." ---- I spent Wednesday evening at James's house, practicing as LaShaunda. James had told me, rather abruptly, that I had been invited for the Wednesday get-together. James, however, had fortunately made an excuse for me and my "daughters." I was thankful. This, however, had convinced James that I needed much more practice for my next "outing" in character. So James hustled me over after work. Tired as I was, here I was pulling on my pantyhose, and getting my black skin-creame put on. James attached my fake boobs, saying I needed practice walking with the weight. However, he let me go "commando" and did not make me wear my fake vagina, saying it wasn't necessary just for practice. I was wearing a cute black top, a black polka-dot skirt, and black tights, with black high heels. James wanted me practicing things like smoothing my skirt, and walking in high-heels. James had me practice endlessly applying and re-applying lipstick. The most important thing, however, was speaking and rehearsing the detalis of my "character." James had me repeating endless phrases in black-slang, like "honey, u be trippin', or "don' be hatin'," etc, etc." It got to the point, after a few hours, where I really began to internalize the "ebonics" and think in those phrases. I began to speak with a type of "urban inflection"...For example, when I was thirsty and I wanted a soda, I'd say, "Yo, hook me up wif a soda." Everything I said began to sound like a ghetto black woman said it. Rudimentary as my efforts surely were, James seemed very pleased with how I was coming along. I was really thinking of myself as LaShaunda, and I was getting in to character, and the way I was speaking reflected that. However, despite my best efforts to lace everything with urban slang, James told me that "it wasn't enough." "Its more the quality of your voice," said James. "Its still too manly, too husky and deep. Fortunately, I told Monique and Shaniqua that you were overcoming from laryngitis on Monday, and you hadn't gotten your tone back. I think this will help...It will wear off within 7 hours or so." James pulled out a tiny spray bottle and instructed me to open my mouth. I obliged, and James spritzed me with something that had a berry-flavor. "This will make your voice much lighter and sweeter," he said. "It goes to the vocal chords and loosens them up." "Oh really-y," I hummed... Within seconds, I suddenly felt my voice lighten up, as if I had sucked in an amount of helium from a balloon. I continued speaking, and I was shocked at how FEMININE my voice suddenly sounded. I actually had the voice of a very rich but sensual white woman. It was incredible. "Oh James," I said, "what happened?" "Its the spray," he said. "It works fast." "But how can I go home to my boys, sounding like a lady?" "I told you, it wears off in about 7 or 8 hours. You can stay here in the meantime, or you can go home but just not say anything. And when you are presented as LaShaunda, I'll give you this spray, so you can keep using it to keep your voice fresh. But now, however, we have to continue getting you practiced speaking as a black woman." James continued running me like a drill sergeant. Not only did I have to practice my "ghetto talk," but I had to learn the endless details of my life...The names of my two daughters, their interests (ballet, cheerleading, boys, boys, and more boys,) and a thousand other things. Our story had to stay straight. As far as I was concerned, I was still an actor, but I found I began to think of myself as LaShaunda more in first person. I began to internalize her as my personality, and her life came naturally to me. Was I this good of an actor, or was James just very influental? What was happening? I felt like my large breasts were no longer just prosthetic boobs, but that they were an integral part of me... I used these boobs to pleasure men and to feed my children. I moved around in pantyhose and high-heels, and it felt so natural. I could not imagine LaShaunda playing golf, wearing jeans and a polo-shirt. She was a sexy and sophisticated black woman, but she had not forgotten the squalor of the ghetto where she came from. She still had her urban dialect, that she got from her welfare-momma and from the rough school she attended, where she began hookin' up with black boys at an early age. LaShaunda thought more about the kinds of sexual things she might do as a black woman... But it was hard to picture. Yet, however, she felt the beginnings of an incipient sexuality, and the way she might feel about men, particularly James. "No," she said, "this can't happen." Yet, the "chemistry" between LaShaunda and James was exceptional. Not just with dancing, and the way they had touched eachother during the ballet lesson, but their friendship, and how paternally and helpfully James coached her. The two got along great. Despite the fact that James was upset about how LaShaunda "expanded the situation," it seemed to be a non-issue once the dressing and training began. "James, I be needin' to shop for some new bras," said LaShaunda, suddenly snapping her mind back to her training. "That is really good," said James. "You are sounding so much like a black woman. I'll spray your mouth on Sunday, and then you'll really be convincing. Then, all you need to remember are your details as 'LaShaunda,' and separate that from being Dave. "Ok," I said, coming back to the 'reality' that I was LaShaunda. I had zoned out for awhile, thinking about my persona from a detached standpoint. It was still so hard to rationalize. I felt a sinking fear, that I might be spending a not-inconsiderable amount of time in the future as "LaShaunda." ----- My "work" on becoming LaShaunda accelerated and continued at a very quick pace. After "training" that night, James decreed that I could not yet kick off my heels and be done. Before I changed back to being Dave, James gave me a laundry list of tasks and a giant "goodie-bag" for me to take home. "Here LaShaunda," said James, "I've given you 15 or 16 magazines aimed at black women for you to go home and read and study." As I pawed through them, one of them was a magazine specifically for black brides. It featured stories on how to "turn on" your big black stud on your wedding night, and how to choose a wedding dress. I imagined how LaShaunda would look in an all-white wedding dress, with white tights underneath, and how this would contrast so well with my beautiful ebony skin !! James included a # of makeup products for me to study and use, and many of the products featured pictures of beautiful black models on the containers. James gave me a wig, with a styrofoam bust, and he instructed me to practice braiding the hair... He informed me that I had to complete 5 successful braids by Sunday, and 5 cornrows, or else he'd dock 1000$ from my pay. I could not protest. James also included some articles of clothing for me, and he told me I needed to practice dressing every night of the week. He included a couple pairs of these stretchy velvet track-suits, in bright colors, like I have often seen black women wear. Many of the clothes were very colorful, and James included several pairs of hosiery, and lingerie sets. I was rather excited to see what was all in there. Finally, James gave me a case of the black skin-cream, and he told me it was optional for me to "make my face up," to become a black woman at home. However, I could just put on the clothes but still remain "Dave" if I really wanted too. "I want to make sure you are dressing and practicing constantly," said James. "That is what is important." I knew I'd have to spend the evenings at home, dressing and practicing assiduously. "I gave you a different outfit for each day, said James, one for you to wear each night. Obviously, also, your sons don't have to see, so do it privately in your room." "Ok," I said. "What I want you to do," said James, "is each night, take pictures of yourself dressed in your outfits, and email them to me. This way I can see what you are doing and correct you." "Ok," I said, without enthusiasm. I felt a bit degraded, and now I'd have to get "en femme" at home. "James," I said, "All this will probably compromise my privacy with my sons, if I have to dress this much." "Well, we've gone much farther than we have ever planned, since you talked to Mrs. Howe's acolytes," said James. "I understand," I said, feeling defeated. I was condemned to being LaShaunda now, even at home. Later, I flashed pics with my cell-phone, and emailed the humiliating evidence to James of being LaShaunda. I had gotten completely made up, even with the "blackface" on my face and hands, and my 'styled' wig. I wore the purple velvet track-suit, and tan pantyhose underneath. The purple velvet of the tight pants was very plushy, soft, and stretchy. Even worse, the tight slacks showed all of my cute butt and my pantylines underneath. I also wore my wig and I did my makeup... very well in my opinion, like painting a picture. Even though I was in private, I felt completely embarassed being dressed as LaShaunda. My boys were right in the next room, eating dinner, and here I was going all-out to become a woman. I was totally under the thumb of James too, which did not help. I was going to the limit doing my lipstick, mascara, rouge, blush, etc. I was becoming a black woman. I locked the door so my sons would not see. I prayed that they would not need me and call for me. They were quite occupied with their video games though. I took more photos and looked in the mirror. LaShaunda was really emerging. I decided to try on another of the outfits and take more pics in advance, so I wouldn't have to get made up and jeopardize myself another night. I looked in the duffel-bag that James gave me... My curiosity was quite peaked as to how I might be dressed, and to how James might want to see me... I reached into the bag and pulled out a large, mysterious black garment. I shook it out to see what it was, and I saw it came with a giant white frilly apron, and a bag of other contents. I opened the smaller bag and found a pair of black high heels, white tights, white panties and a bra, a DVD, a hat, a pink feather-duster, and a note from James. I was quite happy to see the white ballet tights, from Bodywrappers. These tights were really nice, and had a cute but hygenic gusset where the leg-seams came together. "Hi LaShaunda," wrote James, "I included this outfit especially for you. This outfit is a special one. It is what an African-American maid would have worn back in the old days of the South. This is one I want you to keep at your house. Please try it on. James continued: "I also included a copy of the movie "The Help". I want you to dress completey as LaShaunda the maid, and watch this film. It is about black women who were forced to work as domestic servants back in the old days of the South, before civil-rights. Watching this movie will help you get a much deeper understanding not only of how your character "LaShaunda," should act, but the kinds of things that may have occured to her in her life." 'All your life, Dave, you have been a white male, in a position of power. I know in your life, you have sometimes felt non-confident, but this will make you feel what things are like to be a black-woman, who often feels slighted and like she has "something to prove." This will be a completely eye-opening experience for you, especially regarding what life is like when you are born with disadvantages and have to be in a servile position." 'Wearing your maid's uniform while watching will make the experience much more complete, too." James also wrote that he included a tiny hat which I should wear, which was called a "fascinator," and formerly standard headgear for Victorian-era maids. I was very excited to relax and watch the movie I prepared to change. I took off my purple track-suit, and I peeled down my tan pantyhose. I changed my undewear and grabbed my standard white bra and white panties. Next, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my white tights up my legs. I had trouble getting them up my hips, but I stood, and I did a bit of a "dip-move" by where I was able to successfully get the hosiery up my legs. I gathered them about my hips, and I pulled the tights up to my waist. They felt very smooth and sexy. I felt like I would like being a servant, a maid. With my underwear and lingerie on, I grabbed the black dress and stepped into it. The skirt came down to about 3/4ts of the way down my thighs, but the dress was very tight, silky, and sexy. It felt very good to wear, and I got my arms through the sleeves and the dress situated around my boobs. I took the cute white apron, which was very frilly and ruffly, and I slipped it on. I tied it into a cute bow in the back. Next, I stepped into my heels, which pushed my butt up, and forced me to take very dainty steps. I finally took the tiny cap, and put it on my head, and it was very cute. I grabbed the feather-duster. Looking in the mirror, Dave Miller was gone, but here was LaShaunda, the pretty black maid. I felt like I wanted to clean our house, actually, but I did not dare let my boys see me dressed like this. I would die of shame. I looked in the mirror though, and here was LaShaunda. She was so pretty, with her face all made-up, but she also had something homely and natural about her, too. Actually, this was my favorite incarnation of LaShaunda. I felt like I was "keepin' it real." I fluttered around my bedroom with my feather-duster. I noticed I began to get aroused too, wearing my outfit. I felt incredible. Finally, I snapped some more pictures of myself, in the mirror, for James, and I sent them to him as "proof." James texted me back and said, "Wow LaShaunda, you go girl !!" I had won his approval. "You look stunning," he said. "You are such a hottie. You have to come clean my house, dressed like that sometime !!" "Maybe," I texted back. "I'm just doing your task, remember? But I'm glad you like it." "Like it, I love it," said James !! "Ok hon, I'll see you Sunday. "Ok sexy," he texted back. After my initial excitement had subsided, I sat on my bed and popped "The Help" into my DvD player. The movie began, and started quite slowly. As it went along, however, I began to identify more and more with the characters of the black maids. I began to watch, forgetting about being Dave... I was only LaShaunda. I could have easily been a po' oppressed maid from the 60's, stuck in a bad situation, with only my girlfriends for support. Oh how I was changing. Even though soon I'd be going back to being "Dave," I'd never forget this experience, or the things I had learned. I began to understand how black women might feel regarding us white men, after all the advantages we had had in history. The movie went on, and I got lost in the plot. I actually cried at the end, when the main black maid got framed and fired for stealing silverware... How unjust was that !!! Before this movie, I had only ever watched moronic action movies and horror flicks. I had never seen a film like this before, where I really watched it and had gotten adsorbed in thought. This was another new thing about being a woman, was my sensitivity. I had to go to the restroom, so I used my private master-bath that was attached to my room. I had felt the urge of having to pee, in my male member, under my tights. I went into the bathroom, and I lifted my dress and pulled down my tights and panties. I sat on the toilet and I both peed and pooped. I wiped myself, and I wiggled my tights back up. As I struggled to get my tights back on, I next felt like I began to get aroused from rubbing against the material of my tights and white panties... I had been so excited that evening, that I began to fondle myself. However, my fantasies were not of women, but I began to think of black men, specifically James. The only woman that came into play was ME !!! I imagined myself as a lusty black woman...I was dressed as a maid, and I spent all day cleaning, dusting, and waiting for James to come home from a hard day's work. "No, I have to block these fantasies out," I said as I stroked my growing erection vigorously through my tights. It felt so good. Suddenly, I actually let out a very feminine and loud moan. I was LaShaunda, moaning and pleasuring herself, thinking about what she'd do with her man. All my old male fantasies about women were gone, but I thought specifically about how i'd react as a normal, healthy, heterosexual female. I heard a knock at the bedroom door, shattering my bliss. "Dad," said Ryan, "Is everything ok. What the hell was that?" "Uh, nothing," I suddenly yelled, "terrified of being found out. Just a loud part in the movie I was watching." "Oh, ok," said Ryan, sounding curiously unconvinced. I heard him stomp away. My heart leapt back into my chest. Relieved, I could go back to business. I started slowly again, rubbing myself. In my fantasy, I was a black woman with James. James came home and took his maid in his strong arms. "Hey honey," he said in his deep husky voice, slightly emulating Barry White... I knew that he was in complete control. James stroked and fondled my white tights, bringing his hand closer and closer to my encased and concealed cock... ...No, it was time for me to take charge, "Ah ah ah," I told James, playfully pushing him away. He was shocked and excited by my sudden defiance. I moved down to the zipper of his suit, undoing it. I reached in with my hands, and I finally found the prize. "Oh my, oh my," I said, longingly. I had big plans for his big, sexy male member... All of the sudden, my ecstatic pleasure reached a peak. As my black hand stroked my penis through my white tights, I felt a couple very familiar spasms and jerks. My erection had gotten so intense, and my penis had grown to immense proportions (but still tiny compared to James's). I felt so much pleasure, but I panicked because I knew now I'd make a "mess" all over James's panties and white tights. What would he say !!! Even if I washed them, how could I get those very obvious stains out. He would know what I did. Still, I felt those very senusal spurts, and I came all over the hosiery, fantasizing totally that I was James's sexy wife and I was doing every possible thing with his turgid cock. I regretted it though as soon as I exploded, but it was probably the biggest explosion I had ever had. "Oh," this was bad, I thought. I had gone so far beyond being Dave Miller. What the hell was I doing. I finished my orgasm, and I laid there in my wet tights and panties for several minutes. Once my explosion and my excitement was over, reality again set in. I was partially not wanting to move from satisfaction, but I was terrified about what to do next. I'd have to wash these clothes at least. Suddenly, I jerked up, and as if to suddenly purge the character of LaShaunda the maid, I ripped the clothes off. I pulled down my tights and panties, and I ripped off my bra. Still, I had my face totally made up, but I could not get rid of LaShaunda right away. I instantly felt disgust, about all I had done, and the thoughts I had had, and the things I wanted to do with James. It was suddenly all so wrong. I wanted Dave Miller to come back...he HAD to come back. I pulled off my wig, and I reamed through a whole container of baby-wipes in removing my makeup and coloring from my face and hands. I scrubbed and scrubbed... I just wanted my old self back. I was a father, a man, I could NOT be a black woman... This was disgusting. I could go no further. I'd call James tomorrow and tell him I was done...The deal was off. After orgasming, I felt incredibly nauseated at being LaShaunda, and I could go no further with this. I watched Dave Miller coming back. "Yes," I thought, "James can take whatever action he wants against me. I'm not going to keep up with this perverted shit." My white skin- coloring came back. I phrased the words in my head I'd say to James, to tell him why i wouldn't turn up on Sunday. I had to at least wash the tights and panties, which I planned to do discreetly, and later that night. I took the rest of the clothes, the movie, and all of my "LaShaunda Gear," and I threw it indecorously into the duffle bag, tossing it into the back of my closet. I wanted it out of my sight. I felt so sick inside about where all of this was going.. No matter what I saw with "The Help," and all of James's encouragement, this was too much. I WOULD be a white guy again, now, and for always. - Later that night, I washed the tights and panties in the sink, until I satisfactorily got those white stains out. ----- I was tormented by more thoughts. I was in to deep, and James was taking charge of me. He was usurping control of my life. At 5 AM, I planned to call him and tell him everything was off. Everything he said would be dammed. I was acting as LaShaunda, and he needed me. Despite the contract, if he had no LaShaunda, he'd be ruined. Yes, it was blackmail, but I had to get out. The phone rang... "LaShaunda," said James. "No not LaShaunda, its Dave." "What do you mean?" "I mean I'm out," I said, "This is disgusting and sick, and I quit." "You can't quit," said James, "You're too far involved. Us both. Listen, Leticia Howe moved the corporate dinner up to tonight, Friday Night. You have to be in character." "Don't you understand, I'm done," I said. "I'm not a black woman, and I never will be." " Remember its just a job," said James. "Friday and Sunday, and that's it." "But all of this is too much," I whined, "I feel digusting." "But you are beautiful," said James, "And besides, I need you for this." "James," I said, "I want out, I just want to quit. Damn this, I don't need your money, and I don't want this job. I'm out." "Listen LaShaunda," said James, "We all have to suck it up and do things in life we don't want to do. You just have to get this over with. I'll be right here for you. I care about you, both as a man and as a woman." "I can't do it," I whined. "Listen," James suddenly said forcefully, "We're both in this now. I'll pay you an extra 2000$, but just come and be LaShaunda and do this." "Really," I said? "Yes," said James, "But don't test my patience. I like you, but I need you to find some mental strength for me. You are doing this for your sons, so they have a better life. I am thinking about that too. And I really think doing all this will make you a much stronger MAN for doing so. I know how weak-minded you are right now, but I can tell you are getting stronger and more assertive." "Ok," I said, very wispily. I was feeling down. I did not want to have to dress again. James said, "And look, the quickest way to get out of this and done with this is for you to just get it over with. The longer you go on as LaShaunda, the bigger chance your boys will know about it." "I know," I said. "And don't worry," said James, "You don't have to practice dressing any more at home either. Just Friday and Sunday, and that's it. And remember that the less you say at the dinner, the less of a chance you'll create another "opening" for LaShaunda to appear again. Obviously though, I'm not opposed to you making more appearances after this..." "Don't worry," I said, "Lets just get this over with." "Be sure to cheer up and perk up a bit too," said James. ---- With extreme drudgery, I drove over to James's house after work. Every inch of me did not want to go. My face was grimacing. Yet, I knew I had to get cheerful and be LaShaunda. I just had to suck it up and do this. If I could just gut through it, James would let me go. He could see I no longer wanted to be a woman. As I was getting made up, I just stood there. My answers were short and terse. "Yeah, sure," I replied when James asked me if I wanted the blue glittery cocktail dress. I felt disgusted at the idea of wearing a dress. "Well, lets get you out of your guy clothes, and get you ready," James said with undaunted enthusiasm. I said nothing as James attached my fake black breasts, and as he got me into my fake vagina. I just stood there as he took my male member, and stuffed it like a sausage into the tube. I wanted to cry as I saw my penis vanish again. I wanted to cry even more at the thought of becoming a black woman, and being made up into one. James sprayed me with the skin-coloring, and instructed me to let it dry. James also had me try on a "panty-briefer" over my new underwear. James told me that it had padding around the butt, which would give me those sensational bit thighs like black woman have. It did feel pretty good, and very snug around my crotch. James tried a new wig on me, that had long wavy, pitch-black hair. The wig was VERY pretty, and it cheered me up a bit when I saw how it looked. I got my pink robe on, and James sat me down and began to make up my darkened-male face. I felt like sobbing as James went to work with my makeup, like an artist with a brush. LaShaunda was coming back. James chose a strapless tan bra for me, and tan panties. James told me that the bra would hold me in, but not show from under the halter of my dress. He laced me into my bra, and then got my panties on over my shaper. I looked in the mirror, and I noticed how wide and feminine my hips looked...(They were already quite thick and muscular, from my workout program as a man.) "Black women have those stunning curves," James lectured. "You gotta have those baby makin' hips." I shuddered. I didn't want to make any babies. Yet, here I was, in lingerie, and looking at my undeniably wide and sensational hips. I noticed I would have curves just like most black women. I groaned again. I had the sudden, very vivid thought, of having sex with a black man; having him penetrate me, and wanting to make babies. I imagined cuddling with him. I was broken from my rapture... James brought me a pair of pantyhose. "Here you are my statuesque African beauty, my ebony goddess..." He gave me a pair of brown sugar, coffee-colored pantyhose. "Lets sit on the bed and get these on," he said. James got the tights on one foot, and then the other, and smoothed them over my lower legs. The tights really accentuated the color of my skin, and smoothed my legs out. They were a great color, and really matched my dark arms. James got the tights up over my panties, but you could still see my beige undewear through the tights. "Very nice," I said disinterestedly and lackidasically. James next had me step into a blue-halter cocktail dress, with a long skirt. As miserable as I was feeling, I thought the dress was very shiny and glittery, and very beautiful. James had me step into the dress, like a princess, and he pulled it up over my boobs. The skirt went almost to the floor, but I noticed that there was a huge slit in the side of the dress, going up almost all the way too my butt. The skirt would afford ample opportunities to show off and display my long, elegant, chocolate legs... All of my pantyhosed legs would be on display, again. "You'll have to be careful with your modesty," instructed James, "With the side slit of this dress." James spun me around. "Wow," he said, "You look so beautiful...Almost like a teenaged black girl making her debut at a dance. A bit too sexy for a dinner party, but you will be the hottest momma there." "Oh my," I said. "Show me some leg, LaShaunda." I obliged him and posed. I stuck out one of my pantyhosed legs for him do view, flexing my heel and pointing my toes like a showgirl. James got me into a pair of strappy heels. "Let me touch up your makeup," James said. He got together a load of accessories... Earrings, makeup, and a purse. Once again, I was the "complete" LaShaunda. I was a gorgeous black supermodel, but I wanted to puke. I hated my chocolate skin...It made me feel so subservient and degraded. Anyway, but here I was, as LaShaunda, and I had to make the best of it. My pantyhose and tight dress did feel really good. When James was finally done styling me up, I finally got to take a good look at myself in the mirror. I studied myself for a few minutes. I was extremely beautiful. My blue dress showed off all my spectacular curves, and I really did have a cute butt. There was no hint of my penis... Anyone who looked at me would see only a beaming black woman, with a vagina and boobs. Mentally, I was getting back into character. "Ok," I said, "Lets get this shit over with." "Ok," said James. He snapped a few more quick pictures of me with his cell-phone. Having pictures taken of me as a black sissy was yet another blow to my already shook-up and broozed male ego. ---- James and I drove to the Belmont Hotel for the corporate dinner. It was a stony silence, like a quarreling couple. I sat there with a pissy look on my face. I just wanted to get through this. I didn't want to be James's wife. I hated him, and what he did to me. "Try to cheer up," he said. "I can't," I said. I felt ready to cry. "Look at me," I pleaded..."I'm a black woman. But I'm really a white man." "Its all right honey," said James, "I know." "This is so humiliating." "You are still very much a man," James reassured me, "but just temporarily appearing as a woman. It takes a lot of courage to do what you are doing?" "Really," I said, "feeling suddenly reassured." James always knew the right thing to say. We pulled up to the large hotel, greeted by valet service. It all looked very swank, even with a red carpet. James opened the door for me, and he took my hand. He held my black fingers very delicately, and guided me into the building. As I walked, I actually felt like a real princess, and many eyes looked at me (and my hot outfit) as I promenaded up. I felt that smooth and cold "swish" as my pantyhosed legs rubbed together. My underwear felt very tight, and I felt my dress waving back and forth. My heels were click-clacking against the pavement. The Hotel Lobby was full of African-Americans...All well-dressed for the function. The hotel was very fancy, and as I got in there, I began to perk up a little bit. I caught a glimpse of myself in a giant wall- mirror, and as I looked, I was shocked at the hot African woman I saw as my reflection. I was taken aback for a minute, not seeing Dave Miller, but LaShaunda Jackson. To all the world, I was a gorgeous black woman...Seeing my reflection, I felt a new twinge of excitement with how surprisingly gorgeous I looked. I also noticed how my dress seemed to flatter my ass, and I had some nice curves tonight. James led me into the banquet room, to introduce me to a few of his associates. James led me to another large black man (about 6'4''), and introduced him to me as Demetrius Johnson, another partner at Jackson, Johnson, and Howe. I shook his hand and smiled. I noticed a bit of a glint in his eye as he looked back at me. He had 3 other friends, all large black studs, who seemed to be checking me out. Another black woman in there seemed to have everyone revolving around her like the sun. She was wearing a floor length maroon gown with one strap, and her dress had a flower sown into the shoulder strap. She was very thin, very pretty, and she reminded me a bit of Vivica A. Fox, from a distance. "Let me introduce you to Janelle Berry," said James. "She's my biggest competition right now for the next slot, to make partner." "Oh," I said. "Be careful," said James, "She's a real shark. She'll be your best friend at first...Then, she'll get all the dirt she can on you, and turn around and crush you." We walked up to Janelle. "Hey there," said James. "Well well," said Janelle as she looked at me, "You must be James's new girlfriend?" "Oh yea," I said as I shook her hand delicately. "I'm LaShaunda, and you must be Janelle." "Oh yea girl," she replied, "And where'd you meet James?" "Oh, just out one day," I replied briefly. "Anyway," said Janelle, "I just love your hair girl. Wheres do u go?" "Uh," I replied, "I go to 2K styles on Chestunt." I panicked. That was the only African Hair Braiding place I could think of. I had driven by it a few times. "Oh my," said Janelle. "How be LaQuinta doin' there? I've been there a few times, when I had my weave done." Janelle had something a bit "sassy" in her tone of voice. "Uh, she's just great," I replied. I had never met LaQuinta !! I could blow it all !! "Well, she be so busy wif her kids," said Janelle. James took my arm, "I apologize Janelle, but I have to steal LaShaunda away for a minute." "Mmm mmm," said Janelle, "Well, yous two have fun." James hustled me away. Janelle was really prying !! "I had to save you," said James. "Thank God," I replied. "I'll just introduce you to Mrs. Howe, and then hopefully we'll be out of here," said James. ---- At the center of the function, Mrs. Howe stood like the sun, with all of her black acolytes radiating from out around her. Gingerly, James and I tiptoed up to her.... more so me tiptoeing because of my high heels. I thought about how sexy my legs felt in my black pantyhose, and my tight dress. I caught myself using my hand to casually brush back my bangs, adjusting my hair. I kept catching glimpses of myself in the large wall mirrors.... I was one beautiful black woman amongst many. It was a shock seeing myself and thinking of myself as an African lady. Sometimes, my mind would jump back to being Dave Miller.... "No, I had to fight it. I was LaShaunda Jackson, just for now." I had to admit though, I was having a good time. The food there was tasty, as I fixed a plate. James was also a perfect gentleman, and he was great company. I was starting to enjoy myself and not wanting to leave. It also began to be a bit gratifying that I was being accepted as a black woman. James was also great.... there were many worse people I could spend an evening with. I began to lighten up from my earlier gloom and depression over being LaShaunda, and I began to have a nice time. "Well," said James, "Let me introduce you to Mrs. Howe, and then we'll be done for the evening." "Ok," I replied sweetly. Mrs. Howe looked intimidaing in a black business pantsuit. She wore nylons underneath her black trousers and heels. We walked, up, and James said, "Hello Mrs. Howe, let me introduce you to my new girlfriend, LaShaunda." "Well hello there," Mrs. Howe replied. "Its great to meet you. And I just be lovin' your dress by the way." "Oh my, thank you," I replied. My dress was so glittery and sexy. "I saw you in church with James too on Sunday," she said. "How did you like the service." "Oh, it just be amazin'" I replied. "The pastor really is passionate." "Yeah, he be great," said Mrs. Howe. "But anyway, I heard you have kids too?" At that moment, I desperately wanted to lie. But James cut in...."Oh yeah," said James, "You know LaShaunda has two daughters. We haven't had a chance to bring them around yet." I wanted to punch James. I had prayed that the question of my kids would not come up. "Oh my," said Mrs Howe, "Well, they have to come to the service next weekend." "Well, said James," We are all going out of town, so we can't make it. "Oh, that's too bad," said Mrs. Howe. Suddenly, my heart lifted. James had granted me a reprive, as he had made an excuse why myself and my "daughters" would not be at church. I had no idea how we would have set that one up, with me and my two black daughters appearing before Mrs. Howe !! Where would James get two black girls anyway? I felt like a lot of the pressure was up. "Well," said Mrs. Howe, "Its too bad that you can't make the service, but we can't wait to have you all back. And LaShaunda, what are your daughters' names?" "Uh, Tanisha and Ashanti," I replied, not feeling very confident. I just wanted to get the hell out of here, instead of telling all of these lies to such an intimidating woman !! "And I remember hearing that they are younger teenagers," inquired Mrs. Howe. "Oh yeah," I said, "Tanisha is 15, and Ashanti is 13." "Oh well, you know," said Mrs. Howe, "They just must be crazy about boys at their ages. Bring them around church, as there are plenty of other kids that they can hang out with." "Fo' sure," I replied. "Yeah," said Mrs. Howe, "I know Shaniqua and Monique told me that they told you about the youth dance troupe at the church. First Baptist has ballet and dance practice every Thursday night. Is this something that your girls might be interested in? There is a ballet lesson, and then some hip-hop practice. It is a big deal, and our troupe performs all over the city." "Well," I replied, "My girls both play basketball and other sports recreationally right now, but I think Thursday night is one night they usually have free. You know, we just be so busy with trying to find a good school, as both girls are already thinking about college." I was warming up a bit to Mrs. Howe. As James had made an excuse for why we would not be at the service next week, I felt a bit more liberal in describing the details of my daughters. "That is just great," said Mrs. Howe, "Tanisha and Ashanti really sound so precious." "Oh they are," I replied. "They are my pride and joy." "And I hope to see you at the service in a couple of weeks." "Umm, we'll try," I said. James then interjected, "Excuse me Leticia, but I have to steal LaShaunda away for a second." "Oh you go right ahead," said Mrs. Howe, as James grabbed me by the arm. "But don't worry, you'll see us again at church the week after next, and hopefully LaShaunda's daughters too," James blurted out. "WHATTT !!!" I screamed to myself. My heart suddenly sank. What was James doing ?? "James," I hissed in his ear, "What are you doing? You just committed me to appear with my two fake daughters in front of Mrs. Howe." "I know, and I'm sorry," said James. "We're in too deep now with this charade, and we have to keep it going." "Come on," said James as he took me out to his car, "We'll discuss this." "I hope you have two black girls in mind who can pull this off," I protested. "That is why I delayed for a week by saying we are going out of town," said James. "i have to give you and your daughters more time to practice. I'm sorry, said James, but Mrs. Howe already has Shaniqua and Monique blowing up the gossip all over the place trying to find out about you. Its insane." "This is ridiculous," I said, "You're digging a massive hole for me to lie my way out of. "Mrs. Howe will just want to see your daughters one time, and that's it," said James. "She likes kids and she won't be happy until she interacts with yours for a little while. She has a strong maternal instinct, so I felt it would be better for my standing if I satisfied her by promising her she'd see your daughters." "But James," I said, "Who the hell are my daughters?" "Dave," said James, "I was thinking your sons could pull off the roles, the way you are acting as LaShaunda now." My heart sank.... "NO," I protested, "I would never do that to my boys !! They can't pretend to be black girls." " I didn't want it to come to this," said James, "but my one-off facade snowballed and escalated into a giant farce. I know it was supposed to be only a one-time-only thing with you as LaShaunda, but I have to keep it going now. The fact that I've been seen with you has started a massive amount of gossip and social-prying into my personal life. I have to "give them a show" of me being with a woman long enough to satisfy them." "But you can't use my sons for this," I said. "Can't you get some other actual black girls to do it." "No," said James, "As I said, it has to be people outside of Mrs. Howe's 'circle.' And unfortunately, she's clicked on with the entire black community of this city." "james," said LaShaunda, "I won't stand for this. My boys are men, not women." "I know," said James, " and this would absolutely, for sure, be their only appearance as girls. I would stipulate such in a contract." "A contract," I said sarcastically. "Look," said James, "Ryan and Tommy would get 2000$ each for appearing as your daughters. Its not a bad deal for them. Just bring it up with them and ask. And if they refuse, then that's fine, and I'll move on to another plan. Just see if they want to do it, as this will all be much easier if it is you 3 together acting as black women, since you all are family." " You would pay them that much," I asked? "I don't think they would ever agree to acting as black girls, not in a million years. They are put off at anything that is slightly regarded as being "sissy"". "Just ask them if they want to do it," said James, "and if they say no, then you are done as LaShaunda, and I'll never bother any of your family again. I apologize for getting all of you in this deep with my personal life. But if they agree, its 2000$ for each of your sons, and $7000 for you next Sunday. And if your sons can't come, then I'll have to terminate your next booking." I really needed that 7000$, to be honest with you. "James," I said, "I'll ask them, since I really need that money. Who knows, they may jump at the chance for 2000$ each. That is more cash than each of them have ever seen in their entire lives. But I'll tell you that they probably will say no." "If you want," said James, "I'll give you some of the transformation pictures of you going from Dave to LaShaunda, to show them how it can be done." "That might help ease their fears," I said as we pulled up to his house. "I think they'd make very pretty black girls," added James. "I quite honestly think if they do agree to dress up and appear as Tanisha and Ashanti, then it will be a great experience for them. Your sons will have never experienced anything like being women. It quite honestly will be a fantastic experience for all of you." "I have learned a lot," I told James. "Also, I really did enjoy myself tonight. I'm sorry for acting like such an ass earlier, about dressing up." "Its ok," said James. "I understand. You are still getting used to this. Don't worry though as I really like you." We walked into James's living room. " I can help get you un-changed if you like," he said. "Ok," I replied. "Tomorrow though, I'll talk with Ryan and Tommy about your offer." "Thanks," said James, "i really appreciate it, LaShaunda." With that, James suddenly took my hand, and he gave me a big kiss on my lipsticked lips. I was shocked. The kiss was very nice though. "Whats that for," I asked? "Just for everything," said James. "I hope you don't mind." "No, I don't," I said, almost in tears. "I just have mixed feelings sometimes, you know." It felt so strange being accosted by a large black man, but it felt strangely nice too, to feel so controlled and powerless. "I'm sorry," said James, "I went too far. I thought maybe you would respond to my initiatives." "Oh James," I said, "I think you are extremely attractive, and I enjoy interacting with you as your pretend girlfriend. But I am a straight man. And during the ballet lesson, when I grabbed your penis..." "I know you were just acting out, and its all right," said James. "No more has to be said about it. Now, lets get you back to being Dave, and hopefully I see you and your daughters for church on Sunday. If they agree, call me, as I'll send someone over to your house to help get you and your girls prepared." "What do you mean," I asked? "I know a black lady who teaches very professional ettiquette lessons," said James. "She will just show up at your house and get your sons ready with hairstyles, fashions, and she'll generally coach them on how to act as females. You will see when she turns up. I think you three will get a lot out of it." "Oh," I said as i pulled down my pantyhose, "That is a great idea." "Yeah," said James. "If you do this for me, I really think it will all work out, and its an easy $9000 for all three of you. Also, I'll give you those transformation pics for you to show your boys." I felt nervous about the idea of broaching my sons with the idea of being women, and letting them see images of their father dressed as one. ---- I had gotten changed back to being "Dave," and all day I prepared for the conversation I was to have with my sons. That Thursday I took off from work, to prepare for broaching James's proposition to them. I had no idea how my boys might take the idea? I figured they would probably reject the idea of acting as black girls out of hand. However, I hoped that maybe they would agree to go along with it for the monetary rewards. Both of my boys were really the "macho" types who had an inate rejection of anything "feminine" or "gay." My palms sweated a bit as I hung around dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I had some pictures James had given me of me dressed in my purple skirt- suit outfit with white tights, that I had worn to church. Looking at the pics, there was no doubt that I was completely convincing, and even beautiful black woman, when dressed. A part of me really hoped that my boys would participate. I know there was a big desire on my part for them to emulate masculine qualities and grow up in my manly image. However. the idea of having an "experience" with us all presenting as black women began to sound more and more fun. The thing is that I had begun to embrace more and more of LaShaunda's personality aspects and feelings, even when dressed as Dave Miller. I thought of myself as LaShaunda, when my mind would drift. I imagined that my skin was always beautiful and dark. In some ways, I had felt increasingly disconnected from my sons since the divorce. I began to think that it would at least be a lot of fun, and help us reconnect to spend a day or 2 all as black girls. It would just be acting, like in a play. Also, I definitely needed the money. I had fun thoughts of us all going to church, and what cute outfits we'd wear. I'd get Ryan and Tommy both in flowery dresses with white tights, and they'd carry purses and wear cute white heels. James and I would put their hair in cute styles with beads and braids.... I had a bit of a reverie thinking of how an event might be if both my sons pretended to be girls. I was very nervous though about bringing it up. It was about 3 in the afternoon, and I sat around waiting for them to get off the school bus. We had almost no "spending money" and certanily not enough to look in to getting my sons a car, so they were stuck using transportation with the "problem kids" to go to school. This Thursday was also the one day of the week where the boys were free and had no sports practices, so it was a nice opportunity to have a discussion with them. Truth be told, it had been months since I had had a deep talk with either of my sons about how things were going. The divorce had us all shook up. As I was daydreaming about the extreme possibilites for our future, my boys stomped in the door from the schoolbus. Ryan looked at me and said, "Dad, did you make dinner yet?" "No, sorry son," I said, "Go fix yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I won't be making a meal tonight. Maybe we'll go to McDonalds later." Ryan was kind of a stocky 15 year-old with blond hair and blue eyes, strong but with a few extra pounds. Tommy was slenderer and had dark hair. "Ok, whatever," said Ryan, and he lumbered into the kitchen. Tommy kicked off his sneakers and socks and threw them onto the floor haphazardly. Then, he flipped on the TV and crashed onto the couch. He sprawled out. "Long day," I asked? I got no answer back. My boys had always been pretty rough around the edges. They did nothing but sports and school, so I expected them to kind of "crash" around the house. "There's no fuckin peanut butter," yelled Ryan. "This sucks." "Sorry," I said meekly, "I haven't been grocery shopping in so long." "Yeah I know," said Ryan loudly, "We don't have any soda here either." "Hey Ryan," I said, "We'll get something to eat later. But come sit with me and your brother on the couch right now. There is something very important I want to talk with you about. There is a chance for you to make some serious money this weekend." "Whoa," said Ryan as he sprinted into the room, "What kind of money?" "Its actually 2000$ for each of you if you are interested." "What the heck would we do for 2000$," he said as his eyes lit up. "Are you serious?" "Yes," I said, "There is something you can attend on Sunday. Its a bit hard to explain, but it is sort of an acting job." "What, like in a commercial?" "No, not really," I replied. "Its sort of an appearance at an event where they need people. You'd have to come in costume." "Ha, a costume," said Ryan, "This is probably something gay like dressing as a fudgesicle and handing out ice cream at the supermarket." "Ok," I said, "are you going to take this seriously?" "Fine, what is it," he asked? "Ok," I said, "Basically, there is an opportunity for you and Tommy to make money if you spend the day dressed as a girl." "WHAT" said Ryan !! "Are you serious?" "I'm dead serious," I replied. "Thats the dumbest thing I ever heard. Spending the day as a girl? I'm a boy." "Its a one-time thing, mabye 2-times only," I hastily interjected. "Look, its a long story, but basically the point is to pretend to be the girlfriend and daughters for a rich man who is trying to pretend like he has a family. I know it sounds absolutely crazy, and I was terrified of even bringing the idea up..." I pulled out the pics of me dressed in my skirt-suit and white tights. I handed them to Ryan. Tommy just sat there speechless. I don't think he believed what he heard. Ryan looked at the pictures of the pretty black lady and studied them intensely. Wait a minute, he said with shock. "Dad, is this YOU ?? You are a black lady !!" "Yes Ryan," I said confidently, "That is all me. And my name when I am dressed that way is LaShaunda. I have already dressed up 3 times for this job, and I've made over 5000$. Its just acting, like a part in a movie. I'm still a man, but its just something I've done to make money for us." "But dad," said Ryan, "You look like a total woman !! And a black woman !! That is just crazy. I'm so embarassed actually that you are a sissy. What if someone catches you?" "I know," I said, "Believe me, if there was any other way. But a man has to be a provider, and that means sucking up his own pride sometimes, and doing things he doesn't want to do." Tommy interjected, "You mean that you've been dressing as a black woman now and going out to make money? I can't believe this." "I'm so sorry son," I said, and I moved to hold him closely. "I hope you don't think any less of me for doing this. I had to come clean and better now than later. Look that money is the only reason I could make the house payment this month," I said. "Look dad," said Ryan, "This is just insane. There's no way I'd ever do this, not for 1 million dollars. I'm a man." "The job would be with you dressing as my oldest daughter, a black girl named Tanisha," I said. "Tommy would become Ashanti." This statement seemed to push both boys over the edge. Ryan got up. "Sorry dad," he said, "Not in a million years. I'm not a sissy and I'd damn sure never do this." He stormed off to his room. "You tell that man to go fuck off, I'm no queer," he said !! "Tommy," I asked my youngest on, who sat there demurely, "Are you interested?" "No way," he protested defiantly. He got up and sprinted off to his room. I sat there crushed. What would I tell James !! And now I had destroyed the confidence my boys had in me !! They had seen me as a complete sissy !! I felt as if I'd not recover from this blow. I sat there helplessly. I had made up my mind that I'd call James and tell him I'd appear once more as LaShaunda. After that though, the deal was off. My boys seemed quite shaken up by the pictures and what I had told them... On Thursday and Friday, they said nothing to me, and just looked at me with a type of "cold stare" look that I had never seen before. I felt I'd never repair my relationship with them. They'd never look at me the same way again. "Dad," said Ryan on Friday, "Please don't tell me you dress in ladies' clothes." "I'm sorry son," I said, "I had to do it. I'm not gay, and I'm not a sissy. It was just acting, like in a movie. You know those old blackface shows?? That's kind of what I was doing." "Oh," said Ryan, unconvinced. "I'm sorry dad," he said, "but its just so weird." "Listen," I said, "Maybe it would help if I got changed into LaShaunda around the house, so you can see that its not so funny and you can get confident with seeing me that way?" "No," Ryan suddenly protested, "I'd absolutely kill myself if any of my friends saw you like that." Ryan and Tommy continued to probe though at the nature of my dressing that night, asking me more guarded questions.... ---- That Saturday, we had no idea of the impending storm. We sat around eating breakfast innoculously around 9AM, and my boys still kept giving me shifty and awkward glances. They were perhaps trying to picture me as LaShaunda. There was a loud knock at the door. I got up to answer it, and I was greeted by a very elegantly dressed black lady. She was about my height, with a very short but stylish "do" haircut that I could best describe as a "bob." She wore a very sleek orange skirt-suit with white tights and orange heels, and copious amounts of gold jewelry. She had darker skin. I thought she was a Jehovas' Witness solicitor at first, and I prepared to close the door. "Dave Miller," she said? "Yes." "My name is Cha'relle," she said confidently. "James sent me over here to work with you and your boys today?" She had a large garment bag. "I'm from the transformation studio." "Oh," I said as she stepped in. "I have some bad news. My sons don't want to do the booking for Sunday and they don't want to appear as black women." "But why not," she said, "I came over to do your complete transformations, and give you practice and coaching." "Ryan and Tommy think its 'sissy' and aren't interested, not even for the money. I don't want to push them or force them." "Well, that is a shame," she said, "but James wanted me to ask you if you were still on for next Sunday, just by yourself? I was going to help Ryan and Tommy begin their transformations and get them prepared for next Sunday, if they wanted to make the 2000$" My sons peered ominously from the kitchen... "I'm still on for Sunday," I replied. "Well that is great," said Cha'relle, "James told me that you need much more coaching. Since you are off, he told me that I should make you up and have you spend the whole weekend as LaShaunda, so you get really comfortable. And I hope your boys won't mind temporarily having LaShaunda around..." "Well, uh...." "James said there are some things he really wants you to work on, so lets get changed. He told me that maybe you should wear your maids' outfit to do some of the household chores today." "That's fine," I said, "I'm sure my boys won't mind seeing me dressed. Maybe they'll see its not so bad and want to join in. Come on, and I'll let you make me up." We went to my bedroom. Ryan and Tommy giggled.... "Dad, are we really going to see you