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A Change of Life.... Part 3 I woke up on Sunday for another day as LaShaunda. Cha'relle drove back over and greeted me bright and early. To tell you the truth, I felt quite natural to be "presented" as a black lady, and I just felt very free and easy moving around the house. Ryan and Tommy were snickering at me as I made breakfast, and then I casually surfed the Internet while I wearing a red dress and pantyhose. None of my black skin coloring had rubbed off over the night, and I had my wig on. Cha'relle came over just to check on me, and she left me a bottle of the solvent solution that I could use later to remove the skin coloring, and bring my white-male self back. She told me that she had no training for me to do that day, but that I should go back to being Dave Miller tonight. However, she suggested that maybe I go out to lunch as LaShaunda, just to get used to being in public as a black woman. She told me to wear something more casual, like tight-fitting jeans and a loose top. I told her I'd think about it, but I was quite busy with my boys, and I was just going to stay in. "Yeah, you want to show my fairy dad off to the whole world," jeered Ryan. "You really turned him into a real queer, didn't you?" I said nothing. Cha'relle said, "Wha' you say, young man?" "You heard me." As a punishment, Cha'relle was decisive, and she ordered him to spend 3 hours in time-out in the living-room corner that Sunday afternoon. Ryan was clearly miserable, just sitting there... he wanted to be out playing soccer with his friends. However, Cha'relle put him in his place. I think it killed him to be taking orders from a black woman. I don't think Ryan was really a racist, but I don't think he held black people in any particular regard. When he was younger, I remember he used to taunt a little black girl in class mercilessly about her ostentatious hairstyle and outfits, but eventually a teacher stepped in and told him to leave her alone. I had gotten call from the school administrator about that issue. But anyway, Cha'relle stayed over for another hour or so, giving me some beauty tips and doing some smaller training things with me.... she showed me things like which color of lipstick to wear with which color of dress; essential tips to know so I could culturally fit in as a black woman. I eagerly picked up all this info. Tommy kind of hung around and did chores while Cha'relle and I studied a few issues of "Ebony" magazine. We also read a magazine aimed at black brides.... However, it was the first nice spring day in early March, and soon Tommy dashed out with a football to play with his friends. Cha'relle then mercifully released Ryan to go outside too, but not before having him apologize to me for what he said. "I'm sorry mom," he said grovellingly, "I'm sorry for calling you a sissy." "Its all right son," I replied, "Now go and have fun." "Ok..." ---- After a relatively more relaxing day, I was back to being Dave Miller that night. Things got back to normal that week, and I was going back to working regular shifts. I thought little about being LaShaunda again, except I'd do my "acting job" one more time and that would be it. I still had all of my "LaShaunda gear" and the mountain of women's clothes that had been accumulated for me in a pile on my floor, sitting there like a foreboding mound. On Tuesday, I came home from work, dead tired. I crashed for a nap, but at about 8 PM, I heard a knock at my bedroom door. "Dad," said Tommy, "Are you awake. Can I talk to you?" "Sure son," I said, "Come on in." Tommy entered. "Hey Dad," said Tommy. "Is everything all right son," I asked quietly? Tommy seemed a bit nervous. "Well dad, I was just wondering, um, what its like to be LaShaunda and all? I mean, it looked like you were having fun, even though it was all a bit silly. And don't worry, I don't think you're a 'sissy' or anything." "Wow," I said, "That means a lot to me." "Yeah," said Tommy, "I know you're just doing it to make money. "I was going to ask," said Tommy, "If, um, maybe I could do it too? I've been thinking about it, and I'd kind of like to try it?" "Really," I said with surprise. "I mean, you are more than welcome to get dressed up and do this job with me, and we can have fun together and support each other." "OK," said Tommy with sudden eagerness. "Will you tell Cha'relle I'll do it?" "I'll call Cha'relle and James tonight." "And you're sure no one will know who I am, or laugh at me?" "Absolutely not," I said affirmatively, "and if anyone says anything, I'll beat them up." "Ok dad, its a deal." "But dad, what is it like, you know, being a black woman?" "Its actually kind of fun," I said. "I'll be honest," said Tommy, "I kind of wanted to do it. You know, I'm not gay or a sissy or anything, but I've always kind of liked the shiny clothes." "Its ok son," I said, "You know, I remember when you wore mom's dress for Halloween. It was all just for fun, and no one thought anything of that. It happens." "Yeah dad," said Tommy, "But I'm mostly doing this for the money. I mean, you cut off my allowance after mom left, and I've been eating nothing but school food for the last year. It would be really nice to have some cash." "Oh yeah, absolutely," I said, "And you know, if you do a good job on Sunday, then you may get more opportunities." "Awesome sauce !!" said Tommy. Tommy seemed very nervous about asking me if he could dress. I was glad he finally had the courage to broach the question. I'm sure it wasn't easy for a son to approach his father and tell him he was ready to dress like a girl !! To be honest, reading between the lines, I thought that it was halfway for the money, and halfway because he wanted to wear the clothes. I remembered a few times, when he was very young, he used to wear his mom's dresses and hang around the house in them. I thought maybe he had grown out of childish things like that, but maybe he still too had desires to crossdress, and urges that weren't strictly masculine? Tommy was very shy about asking me if he could participate, but I was glad he was warming up to the idea. I imagined now that he'd get changed for one day into being a black girl. "Tommy," I said, "would you like to dress up now, just to practice? I'm sure that you'll get made over on Saturday or Sunday for the job, but I think it would be a good idea for you to put on ladies' clothes and get used to wearing them." "OK dad," said Tommy, suddenly perking up. "And by the way, does my black-girl character have a name, or will they make one up for me." "Uh," I said, "your name is Ashanti if you are going to be a black girl." "That's a bit funny dad," said Tommy. "I think its a traditional black girl's name from West Africa. I think Ashanti is one of the tribes from Ghana or somewhere like that. I think lots of black girls are named Ashanti. Anyway, this is just a one-time thing, so it doesn't really matter." "Ok," said Tommy, "I'll be Ashanti." "Remember that name so you get used to responding when you hear it. Anyway, lets both get dressed up as ladies, and practice. I think you'll have to practice pretty hard to pull this off." "Yeah, sure dad," said Tommy. "OK Ashanti," I said, "I'll pick out some clothes for you to wear." Fortunately, I had much of my ex-wife's wardrobe lying around, and Tommy was already about 5'5'', but slender. I thought much of it would fit him. I rummaged through my wife's old closet and drawers. I pulled out a tan minidress with straps, a pair of tan pantyhose, and a tan bra and tan panties. The bra and panties were billowy and had lace-trim, and they were clearly feminine. I think Tommy shook a little bit as I got the clothes. i told him that he'd have to take off his sweatpants and boxers, and I'd help him get his new underwear on. "Ok dad," said Tommy, and he obliged. "You are really going to make me pretty, aren't you." "I'm going to try," I said. "I'm just going to dress you in a dress and high-heels, so you can get used to moving around in a skirt, and walking in uncomfortable shoes. You know, all you'll really have to do on Sunday is just sit there and 'look the part.' You don't actually have to talk to anybody. "That's good news dad," said Tommy. "I'm really nervous." I handed Tommy the tan panties and I told him to put them on. He found the front side, as the back of the panties was a nice full cotton butt !! The front of the panties had a heart-pattern sown in. They were really cute. Tommy got his new underwear on. Next, I told Tommy to sit in my computer chair. "I'll get your pantyhose on," I told him. I rolled the thick tan tights down to the "feet" to prepare to get them up his legs. I kneeled at his feet with the hose ready, and I asked him, "which foot first?" "Right foot I guess." I got the tights on his right foot, and then his left. Next, I pulled the tights up to his knees. They were making his legs look really smooth. "Wow dad, these things feel great !!" he said. "I've never worn pantyhose before." "Yeah, I really like them too," I replied wistfully. I got the tights pulled up over Tommy's knees, with some difficulty. He lounged back and sat there with kind of a "happy" look on his face. "Now stand up so I can get them all the way on".... Tommy stood up gingerly, and a bit femininely. I took the tights and wiggled them up his hips. I had to do this in stages, shifting the nylon back from one leg to the other. The tights gradually got higher and higher and closer to his "bulge." I also noticed that his "bulge" was becoming a bit bigger. "Dad, I think I really like pantyhose," said Tommy. "Yeah, they are nice," I said. It took a lot of work, but I gathered the tights and I pulled them up over his panties. I never realized how much work it was getting tights on someone else. I remember how my mother used to complain about getting my little sister dressed for ballet class, when I was younger. I took the tights and finally got them up over Tommy's waist. Then, I had to work my way back down, 'grabbing' the material and pulling them up nice, snugly, tightly, and taughtly over Tommy's legs. I got the tights on over his upper legs.... since he was a guy, his legs were a bit thicker and more muscular, which really made it difficult and stretched the tights. I thought, however, that he looked really good in the pantyhose, and the tights really brought out the shape of his quadricep muscles. I thought for a second that he actually had the potential to become a very fit and athletic black girl.... Maybe even something like a potential future WNBA star !! What a thought that was. No, I had to shake such thoughts from my head.... this was just just a purely platonic, one-time-only deal. The tights were really cute though, and had a cotton gusset, and a really cute "worm" seam where the two legs of the hosiery were sown together. I pulled the tights all the way up under his shirt, and I made sure they were nice and snug.... no wrinkles or places where the tights were sagging. "That's one thing," I told Tommy, "you have to make sure the tights are up nice and smooth, as they "fall" throught the day as you wear them. Also, you have to check for 'ladders' and runs. Also, they can get sweaty on a hot day, so be sure to carry a spare pair in case you have to change." "Ok dad," said Tommy. Next, i had Tommy take his T-shirt off so I could get his bra on. He tossed his shirt in the corner. I took the bra and stuck Tommy's arms through the straps, and I clasped the garment around the back. I felt as if it was almost symbolic when I hooked Tommy in, as now the bra would be difficult to get off. It seemed to finalize a stepping stone on his transition from a white boy to a black girl !! I next took 4 more pairs of my wife's old tan pantyhose, and I inserted 2 pairs of tights in each bra cup, to stimulate fake breasts. "Whoa dad," said Tommy. "You'll be expected to have a feminine 'shape,'" I told him, "Don't worry, they aren't real or anything. The bra would give you a bit of a bust though, even if you didn't have anything helping to 'stuff' you." "Sure dad," said Tommy. I adjusted the pantyhose inside his bra cups. Next, I had Tommy step into the tan dress, and I zipped him up back. I looked at him in my wall mirror, and he really looked like a girl from the neck down, with his small curvy figure and bust, his long pantyhosed legs, and his tan minidress. The dress was really cute by the way... it looked very appropirate as something a girl would wear to a more casual school dance..... not a prom or anything, but the Valentine's day dance or something like that. I had Tommy put on a pair of tan high heels, and these had the effect of altering his posture, making him look like he had a bit of a "butt." "Dad, I feel funny, but I really like this," said Tommy as he wobbled. "You'll get used to walking in heels," I told him. "Just practice. Go to the kitchen and just fix yourself a sandwich or something." "Sure dad," he said. "Ashanti," I said, "I think you are really going to make an outstanding girl." "Thanks dad," said Tommy, "We'll see I guess. These clothes feel really tight and nice." As Tommy made something to eat, I got undressed and quickly selected some undergarments. If Tommy was going to change and practice, I figured I'd dress in ladies' clothes too, for solidarity and to make him feel more comfortable. I took a pink thong and a pink bra, and I put them on. I liked how the thong felt riding up my butt. It was my wife's, and I had never liked thongs before, but I had a crazy urge to try it now. With the bra, I inserted my black breast-forms and fitted them accurately. I next pulled on a pair of black tights, and then a tight white cap- sleeved top. I took one of my wife's old dresses, which was a short blue tartan-minidress with cap-sleeves, and I pulled it on. The dress was quite tight on me, and the short hemline really showed off all of my pantyhosed' legs. I stepped into a pair of blue high heels. I admired myself in the wall-mirror, twirling around a few times. I smiled at myself Tommy came back in the room, having just eaten. "Dad," he said as he saw me, "You got dressed too." "Of course son, " I said. "Now, lets just do our makeup and our wigs." I had Tommy sit down, and I put some foundation on him. "Of course," I said, "It will be different when you're going as Ashanti," but now I'll just do some lipstick, blush, and mascara on you." It was good practice for me to do his makeup and get good at putting it on !! It would be great for myself if I got really skilled at "freshening up" !! Tommy was starting to look really pretty. I finally took one of the other black wigs out of the garment bag, and I brushed it out and I put it on his head. The wig was long with dark hair, rolled into many, many tiny curls. The hairstyle was really cute actually, and it reminded me a bit of "Cher's" hairstyle. Actually though, if you looked closely, it was obvious that the wig would have been most natural for an African-American girl. But anyway, I crowned him with the wig. "Oh my," said Tommy as he looked in the mirror. The then stood up and admired himself in the bigger mirror. There was no doubt, actually, that my son was a very passable girl, even now. He actually looked like a really athletic white girl, who just had a funky hairstyle. While Tommy sat down and watched, I sat down and carefully did my makeup and wig. I really liked the result, and I felt I looked like a very beautiful middle-aged white woman. I was quite fetching actually. James and Cha'relle had done an amazing job teaching me. I planned to lounge around in the late evening with my son, as women..... As I looked back though, I noticed that Tommy's 'bulge' was visible through his dress, and not only that, he seemed to be touching it (to put it discreetly). "Tommy," I said, "that is one thing we have to talk about. When we are out on Sunday, you can not, no matter what, play with yourself. I know as a boy, you and your friends might think its ok to grab your crotch, like Michael Jackson, but a young lady should NEVER do this..." Let me explain, Tommy had kind of a bad habit of holding on to his crotch when he was just sitting around, like it was a security item. I had researched this and found it was very common for younger adolescents to habitually hold themselves. I had been trying to break this habit..... It would obviously be very unacceptable for a young lady to go around doing this, with her hand down there. "To be honest with you, I have no idea if James will provide 'shaper underwear' for you to wear on Sunday," I told him, "But you better not be doing that." "Ok dad," said Tommy, "and he let go. I'll try not to do that." "Good girl," I said, "I know its just a bad habit, but lets practice being girls for a few hours." We spend the rest of the evening dressed in our outfits, and mostly just watched TV. I let Tommy try on a few other dresses, just to see what he liked. One dress he really liked was a purple mid-thigh dress that my wife had, and I thought that that would be very flattering and appropriate for a young black girl. Truth be told, I was getting more enthusiastic about seeing how well Tommy would do as "Ashanti" on Sunday. When we watched TV, we also started out by watching typical late-night fare like Jay Leno. However, were flipping channels, and we actually began watching programming on the Black Entertainment Television network. It was crazy, but they had some black comedians on there doing a variety show, and we began to really laugh at the jokes and identifly with the material. Finally, there was one extremely muscular black comedian who took the stage. Tommy actually said to me, "Wow, he's cute." "I was shocked at what I heard. What did you say," I asked? "Uh, nothing," said Tommy, "Ok, fine, I think he's kind of cute, I mean, muscular, I mean, he has a good physique..... like if I was a guy and worked out a lot, I'd like to look like him." "Um, okay," I replied. "I was just thinking of getting into bodybuilding," said Tommy. We hung out and actually had a great time. I hadn't spent much quality time with my boys since the divorce. We actually laughed and joked about everything. Tommy even told me about the girls at school he had a crush on, and who he wanted to ask to the upcoming "Barn Dance" at school. "If Sarah could see me now," he said. Sarah was one of the girls he had a crush on. "Yeah, I know," I said, "We'll have a lot of fun on Sunday." ---- Tommy fell asleep dressed in his ladies' clothes, and he had to quickly change and wash off his makeup to get ready for school the next morning. After some very quick scrubbing, he hustled out the door again as Tommy. Ryan slept in as he was sick, so he didn't see anything except me entering his room, wearing a dress, wig, and tights. "Uh dad," he groaned, "And are you going to lounge around the house dressed as a chick too?" "Sorry son," I said, "I was just practicing some more. I have to change and go to work. There are some sodas in the fridge." Ryan groaned again. "You're really getting in to this ladies' shit. You'll be growing your own tits too, probably." I didn't say anything in response. After school and hockey practice, Tommy actually came home and asked me if he could change into girls' clothes again. I told him that that was absolutely fine, and the he could practice as much as he wanted. "Um, its just for more practice dad," said Tommy, "so I don't slip up." "Ok," I told him, "All the clothes are in my room. Go through and take what you want. Call me if you need help. Also, don't rip my tights please." Tommy practically ran into my room. (Ryan was upstairs reluctantly doing homework). As I went through some tax forms, I heard lots of rustling in my bedroom. "Everything ok in there," I asked? "Yeah dad, just getting dressed," he said. About 20 minutes later, Tommy came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of white tights, a velvet-red leotard with long sleeves, and black high- heels. He had a pair of white panties on too that were clearly visible from the bottom of his leotard. Most noticeable, however, was his giant "male bulge" in the front of his leotard. It was quite prominent. Also, Tommy had on his long black wig, and he had done his makeup somewhat skillfully. "Oh dad," he sighed, "I actually quite like being dressed this way." "What an outfit," I said. "I always liked the ballet outfits that my cousin wore, when we used to go to her recitals. I can't believe I found this leotard." The leotard that he was wearing was one my wife would wear sometimes, when privately watching her Denise Austin workout videos. "If you wear something like that, Ashanti," I told him, then you need either a skirt, or James could get you an undergarment that can give you 'more flattering lines," "Sure mom," he said. Tommy struck a few impromptu poses, striking forth his legs in a "showgirl" pose, and thrusting his butt into the air. Next, he gyrated his hips, and finallly thrust his groin forward, similar to the 'suck it' move sometimes performed by WWE wrestlers. "Ashanti," I exclaimed, "Young ladies are more demure !!" "Ok mom," he said. "Don't worry about wearing a skirt now if you don't want to," I said. "Just do your homework, and then you can watch TV." Tommy went and lounged on the couch and began watching his favorite action-heroes programs. "Yeah mom, the Power Rangers wear leotards too !!" he said. After the Power Rangers program had concluded, however, I heard Tommy flipping channels. He scrolled through a few, and came to something that had some very fluttery music. I actually then heard the "Waltz of the Flowers." Tommy had flipped to the Nutcracker Ballet, which was showing on Public Broadcasting. I went into the living room, and Tommy was watching wide-eyed as a ballerina in a tutu and white tights was being expertly handled by a muscular male ballet dancer. "You like this Tommy," I inquired? " I'm kind of starting to like it," he said, "You know the football coach at school told us we should take ballet to work on our footwork. It sounded a bit weird, I know, but you know Dave Winters, and Mike Jordan.... they took ballet at a local dance school, and they came back and really impressed the coach during drills. Dave made quarterback and Mike is a wide-receiver now. They actually got really good." "Wow," I said. "I was just kind of watching." As Tommy was engrossed in the ballet program, sitting cross-legged on the couch in his leotard and tights, Ryan stormed through the frontdoor, indecoriously slamming it. "If I have to tell you one more time about slamming the door," I screamed at him..... "Yeah, give it a rest wuss-puss," said Ryan, "Don't you have to go back to picking out bras?" "No." "Hey Ryan," said Tommy. Ryan turned and looked at him. "Oh my god," said Ryan, "What the fuck are you wearing? Not you too....." "Don't use that word in my house," I cautioned Ryan. "Yeah, whatever," said Ryan, "I can't believe you got to him too. He's wearing those yucky tights !! Gross !! Only girls and sissies wear those. And he's got a wig on !!" "I'm going with dad on Sunday," said Tommy assertively, "And unlike you I'm going to have 2000$... so we'll see who'se laughing." Tommy was quite confident in standing up for himself. "Yeah, whatever," said Ryan, "You two losers do what you want. I can't believe that this whole house is becoming full of sissy stuff. Tommy, come on, added Ryan, let me get you back to being a boy." "Its Ashanti now," said Tommy, standing up and stepping his heeled foot down. "Ok Ashanti," said Ryan, "have fun." As the ballet performance on Television continued, Tommy started to move along with the music and scenery, inventing his own dance moves in-time. I thought he was quite graceful actually, especially with his arm movements. Later on Thursday, I found the tights and leotard that Tommy had worn in the laundry. Much to my shock the leotard and tights both had mysterious "stains" in them. I knew where those stains had come from, but I didn't know what to say. I remember that Tommy's bulge was quite "prominent" while he was watching the ballet, and he still kept up his "old habits." I wasn't sure what to do.... Obviously, I'd have to have another long talk with Tommy about what the "boundaries" were when he was dressed as a girl. Certainly, he couldn't be touching himself in public, especially while dressed as a girl. Also, maybe he was at that age where I'd have to sit down with him and have a long talk about "the birds and the bees," anyway. Given our "special situation," I might also have to explain to him that masturbating into ladies' clothes would ruin them. I could hopefully get the stains out of this red leotard, as I began to wash it in the washer. I'd just obviously have to set some guidelines with him, as he obviously had to be more discreet about what he did when dressed. I'd just tell him that he'd have to keep those types of urges to himself and private. I was just really worried about a situation where he'd be dressed up, and his male bulge exposed, but he was drawing attention to himself by constantly stroking himself. That could not happen if he wanted to pass as a girl. And anyway, he really had to begin to mature with things like this, now that his puberty was in full-force. Anyway, I'd talk with him later about it all. ---- On Thursday and Friday, Tommy would come home from school, and practically jump into leotards, tights, ballet-slippers, dresses, etc, and lounge around the house, modeling them and breaking them in. He really liked wearing girls clothes. Those two days, Tommy and I heard nothing but disparaging comments from Ryan about how we were dressed and what we were doing.... On Friday night, for example, I got dressed in a blue leotard and white tights, and I got Tommy dressed in a pink leotard and white tights. We both wore ballet slippers, and our wigs and makeuup. I took Tommy's wig, and I styled his hair in a "ballet bun" too !! I had Tommy in the living room, and I was going to show him all of the ballet moves I knew. I went with him through the positions, plies, tendus, etc, and he was really catching on !!! I actually kind of thought he'd have a lot of talent as a dancer, as his lithe and slender arms were so graceful. He was really great at moving his legs and feet, and he had quite graceful and fluid body movement. He looked so cute and feminine in his white tights and pink leotard too. However, Ryan rode us mercifully with taunts and rude comments about what we were doing. Tommy and I danced around.... We even held hands and spun around together, laughing and giggling. I actually thought we both looked so cute in our leotards and tights. Ryan was shaking his head. Anyway though, our lesson was interrupted by a phone call.... Cha'relle would be over tomorrow afternoon to make me up as a black girl, and I told James that Tommy would be participating too as Ashanti.... "Oh good," said James, "I will tell Cha'relle to bring the stuff." "We'll be ready." Cha'relle would get us tanned and prepped on Saturday night. We'd spend the night as black women here, and James would come by and pick us up. He said he expected Ashanti and myself to be completely presentable as black ladies for church. He'd leave it up to me to choose outfits, but he'd have final say over if we were "ready" or not. "Great," I said. "Tommorow you'll be a black girl," I told Tommy. Anyway, that Saturday, we had some shopping to do that morning at Wal- Mart. We went out, myself, Tommy, and Ryan (all dressed as males of course).... We were walking around the SuperCenter, when Ryan again brought up that old irritating topic.... Dad, he said, "Its almost time for me to get my learner's permit, and I still don't even have a car. I have to at least get on an insurance policy before I can even get a permit." "Son," I said, "You know I told you I can't put you on my driver's policy. That's an extra 50$ a month I don't have. And you can't even drive my car, since I definitely can't afford for you to wreck it.... I couldn't afford a new one. This divorce has forced us all to make sacrifices." "Lame," said Ryan, "This sucks more than anything. I'll be the ONLY guy in school who doesn't even have a permit. Much less, I'll have to ride the bus to school with the other weirdos." "You know," I told him, "You've been nothing but a jerk to me and your brother lately, so don't complain. You quite honestly don't deserve a car yet. Also, you really should be looking to get a job anyway at your age." "I put in applications at the Dairy Queen and McDonalds," he protested, "but they didn't call back." "Yeah," I told him, "You just slopped together the application and handed it right to the manager with no enthusiasm. No wonder he just put it in the trash." "Sure," said Ryan quietly. "Anyway," I said, "You know that Mrs. Goldschimdt down the street has that Toyota Corolla that she wants to sell. I seriously think you could get that for about 1000$ Do you still have any of your grass- cutting money saved up?" "Yeah, some, but I spent a lot of it on food and video games." "Well, you know," I said, broaching the subject delicately, "There is an opportunity for you to make a LOT of money coming up." "NO," said Ryan defiantly, "NEVER in a million years !!" "Yeah, but I think 2000$ would be plenty to get that car, and to get you on the insurance policy, + enough for gas and some extra spending moey left over." "Fuck," he said, "I just can't do it, you know. But I don't want to be the only guy in high-school with no car. You know that Alicia Johnson, the cheerleader, was flirting with me after practice last week." "Really," I said? She was a very pretty girl. "Yeah, but where would I even get money to take her out, or get a ride?" "You could at least consider it," I said, "I'm doing it, and Tommy is doing it. Just trust me, it will be OK. I went as LaShaunda 2 weeks ago, and it was fun. Easiest money I ever made. You would go as "Tanisha," my oldest daughter." "Ewww...." he said. "Ok, if you don't want to." "No, wait dad," he said, "I'll do it. Just one time, for 2000$, I think I can pull it off. Remember that episode of 'Boy Meets World,' where that kid dressed up as a girl for an article for his school paper? Its just something like that, yeah. Or remember when Scott dressed as an old lady for that school play?" "Of course," I reassured him, "Its nothing permanent, and no one thinks you want to be a girl for real. All you are doing is just practicing." "You know, I remember when Jimmy O'Shea from the football team dressed like a princess last year for Halloween. It was downright hilarious," said Ryan. "Alicia and her friends laughed like hell at him." "Yeah, that was funny," I said (I dropped Ryan off at that school Halloween party last year)... "I don't know what you are all worried about or upset about... Just one weekend of us all 3 as women, and then everything is over, and back to normal." "Sure dad," said Ryan, "Count me in I guess. I'll just put on the dress and become Oprah for one afternoon, and then be done with it." "I can't wait dad," exclaimed Tommy.... That afternoon, I sent a text to James that Ryan was interested in participating too. That night, I also made sure that Ryan and Tommy shaved off all their body hair below their neck, so that they were nice and smooth for whatever work was to be done. Later that afternoon, Cha'relle and James turned up, absolutely loaded with garment bags full of gear. I practically ran to get my boys to tell them to get ready. Cha'relle had brought James to help, and James said that he wanted to make sure that we looked presentable as black ladies for our "debut" tomorrow. "So he's the one who has been turning you into a queer," muttered Ryan. "I think We'll have 3 very pretty black girls very soon," said Cha'relle. I tittered a bit. I was wearing pantyhose and panties under my jeans right now, and I was actually getting "aroused," with the tight friction against my nylon panties, just by thinking about what was about to happen. "We're ready to go," I told Cha'relle. Cha'relle looked at Ryan and said, "Do you want to go first, young man?" "No, wait," said Ryan, suddenly shaking, "I can't do it, I just can't." He took a few steps backward. "I changed my mind," he said. "Come on Ryan, don't be a wuss," said Tommy. "Me and dad are doing it." "Ryan," I said, "You agreed and made a commitment. You can't back out now." "I'm sorry," he said, almost ready to cry, "Its just too much. I'm a MAN, and I just can't go out as a black girl." "Its all right son," I told him. "We will still be men underneath, and it will all be over soon." To be honest with you, there was a part of me that was grateful for finally getting a chance to see Ryan humbled a bit. He had been such a disrespectful brat for the last few days, that a part of me was excited to see him forced to do this. Not in a gratifying way of seeing him become a girl, but that he might develop more empathy with what Tommy and I were doing. "You guys are all about to have a fun mother-daughters bonding experience," said Cha'relle. "Yeah," said James. "Listen, why doesn't Cha'relle take LaShaunda, and I will work with Ashanti and Tanisha to get them ready." "Sure." I was getting skilled enough at "transforming" to where I could do parts of it by myself. I could get my fake underwear on now, but I still needed help with my tanning solution, my fake breasts, and my makeup. When it came to dressing like a woman though, I was largely on "auto-pilot." So Cha'relle told me that she'd work with me, and James with Tanisha, and then Cha'relle and James would both help get Ashanti "changed over." The fun thing was that my boys got to watch me change. The five of us went back to my bedroom. I had my new fake panties on, and I came out of the bathroom after Cha'relle sprayed me with the dark tan, and attached my big fake boobs. The boobs were almost an 'E-cup,' I was informed by Cha'relle, and I really liked how great, big, and floppy they were. i really liked the shape of them, as they were almost like two large black pancakes on my chest, complete with nipples. They were very bouncy, and also looked VERY realistic. I came out of the bathroom, topless but waiting for my bra, and my sons laughed and laughed at the dimensions and the floppiness of my fake boobs. I got my panties on, and Cha'relle helped me with my fake bra. Next, my sons chuckled some more as I got my coffee brown-sugar pantyhose on. I next got into my skirt, top, and heels. My sons next got to watch as Cha'relle sat me down and applied my whole makeup assortment. In 15 minutes or so, Dave Miller had vanished once again, and LaShaunda emerged. My sons watched perhaps with a mixture of fascination and horror, as Cha'relle, the expert makeup artist, did my makeup in such a way to completely enhance my feminine characteristic. Cha'relle, I found out, had even worked in Hollywood as a professional makeup artist, and she could create virtually any look. As she applied a dark foundation to my face, she explained some things to my boys.... For example, she described how she applied makeup in such a way to make my nose look much broader, as black women typically had broader noses. The way she applied the makeup, she was really creating that optical illusion of giving me that broad Negroid nose. "And this is a skill you girls will have to learn," said Cha'relle to my sons, "when you start doing your own makeup routine." Again they watched as their father was turned into a lush African Queen. Cha'relle also explained how she used a lipstick color and a lip-liner that really brought out the pucker in my lips, to make them look nice and full. "Lips and eyes" were everything for the feminine look, Cha'relle explained. She demonstrated how to get those big "doe eyes," by the judicious application of eye-liner, and Cha'relle explained that this was one other way to enhance a serious African femininity. I felt quite helpless, and yet beautiful, as Cha'relle and James worked on me like a puppet. It actually hurt quite severely, and felt extremely emasculating, to be gradually changed into a woman in front of my sons. Yet, much of the initial shock was over, and the boys were getting used to seeing LaShaunda. If anything, they were laughing at my plight, or getting more intrigued by each new piece of femininity inflicted on me. They were shocked, for example, by the ostentatiousness of my big fake hoop gold earrings. I was finally "completed" once again with my black wig, and James spritzed me with more of that vocal spray.... then, everything I said sounded much lighter and more feminine, as my vocal cords seemed to have been struck with something akin to helium. It was like I said everything in a higher-pitch, completely uncontrollably. Try as I might to say something in a low pitch, I could not. "It would wear off by tomorrow night," James informed me. My boys laughed every time I spoke, as I sounded like such a sissy. As Cha'relle put the finishing touches on me, James turned to Ryan and said, "Ok Tanisha, its time for you to start getting changed. Are you ready?" I think Ryan wanted to protest, but the sheer size and height of James seemed to completely overrawe him. When standing, Ryan was almost eye- level with only James's belly button. He was just such an imposing man. I think Ryan wanted to put up a final fight, but he just let himself be meekly led off into the restroom. "You really aren't joking about this, are you." "Not at all." Cha'relle informed Tommy that he'd be next, after Ryan had his "foundation garments" situated. In the restroom, I heard more than a few loud protests. Apparently, James had gotten a similar fake vagina attached to Ryan too. I heard him explain that it would be unacceptable for him to walk around with the potential of a male bulge in his outfit. I could not help but silently agree. Ryan got sprayed and tanned, and he came out of the bathroom, wearing a purple bathrobe. It was obvious that he now also had VERY large breasts underneath his robe. I actually thought that his boobs might be larger than mine were, and the thought almost upset me. Ryan looked very shaken up, almost in tears. He seemed very nervous about what else was to come. His face, body, and hands were a very dark color, almost the color of a Hershey-bar. He still had his short blonde hair though, and his male face, but he had completely the body of a curvaceous and voluptuous black woman. The changes were already dramatic. I thought Ryan would really have potential, actually, as a very passable and attractive black girl. "Ohhh girl," you got some junk-in-the-trunk too," added Cha'relle gratuitously. James next took off Ryan's bathrobe, to reveal Ryan's new large breasts and fake underwear. James explained that he had used adhesive to attatch the new genitalia, so Ryan could not remove it until tomorrow. I think Ryan was quite upset by this. James anyway pulled up a pair of large white fullback panties over Ryan's black stocky legs, and then got him into a matching white bra. James also had Ryan open up a fresh pair of white tights, and he got the tights pulled up over his white panties. James as usual explained that Ryan would have to learn how to pull on pantyhose himself, and that he'd have to be careful not to run or "ladder" them. James got the tights up Ryan's fat legs, stuffing his thighs into the tights like two fat black turkeys. It was kind of a struggle to get the material of the white tights smoothed over Ryan's thighs, but James managed. James had to go back and forth, gradually smoothing the nylon material upward, very gradually.....The tights seemed to "hold Ryan in," however, once they were up over his waist, and the tights really improved his figure. "I actually like how these tights feel," said Ryan. "Now all I need is a tutu, and I'll be like dad," he said sarcastically. "LaShaunda is your MOM now," corrected James violently, "and the three of you had better start calling each other by your female names." This was going to take some getting used to. Anyhow, I think Ryan was definitely upset as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. As he was being seated to have his makeup done, Tommy was led back into my master bathroom by Cha'relle. I got to watch as my son had "the works" done on him. It was actually quite a nice change of place to relax and watch all of this being done to someone else. Also, I felt it was quite good for Ryan to be going through this, as he had been so insolent and disrespectful to Tommy and I lately. James applied foundation liberally to Ryan's face, until his black skin and cheeks were "glowing." James attacked him with blush and rouge, and Ryan was already becoming very pretty. The changes were even more incredible as Ryan was subjected to coats of lip-stick, and liner for his eyes. His old face vanished, and a VERY pretty teenaged black girl was emerging. It was incredible actually. James explained all that he was doing, so that Ryan could learn to duplicate this makeup routine. It was just as easy as "painting a picture by the numbers," said James. Ryan just sat there and said quietly, "I won't be doing this again." It was amazing, however, as a very passable teenaged black girl was coming in to being. Ryan's stocky body translated very well to the voluptuous curves of a young black girl growing into a woman. My son had vanished before my eyes. "Be sure to do a good job tomorrow, and pass as Tanisha," or else you won't get paid. "I'll try my hardest," Ryan seethed as he looked at the pretty black girl's reflection in the mirror. Ryan was indeed the kind of black girl who definitely was "girlfriend material." James had seriously done an amazing job on him. Finally, James ruffled through a selection of wigs that he had brought in one of his garment bags. James had finally decided on a wig that had short-frizzy hair, almost in an afro-style. James took the wig, and placed it on Ryan's head. The wig was very cute and actually perfect for Ryan's body type, as it made him look almost even more round and bulbous. I don't know how to describe exactly what happened next, but James styled the nappy and frizzy wig into a VERY cute style. He brushed the short hair under a headband that completely pulled the wig into a poufy ponytail to the back. James took the back and twisted the hair into what he called a "French twist." Anyway, I thought it was a really cool hairstyle, and perfect for a younger black girl. James explained actually that later we could get our own hair braided at a professional hair parlour if we really wanted; and if James had more time, he'd style our hair with beads and barettes too.... I told him we'd have to think about it. As Ryan, er, Tanisha was getting her hair and makeup finished, Tommy was led out of the bathroom, now with similarly dark skin. He took one look at Ryan, who was now a pretty black girl named Tanisha..... "WOW," said Tommy, "She looks incredible. I would never believe that that is my brother. Mom looks awesome, but Ryan looks even more fantastic." "Ashanti, this is your sister Tanisha now," said Cha'relle. "Ok, Tanisha." Tommy was definitely impressed by the "result" for Ryan. "And now we are going to make you as pretty as your sister," said Cha'relle. Tommy changed into a black bra and panties, but white tights. He too had new "female curves" and a "smooth bottom." Tommy was sat down in front of the mirror, and Cha'relle applied his makeup, and put on his long and curly "Cher" wig. Tommy really liked that wig, and the mass of tiny curls made him look really pretty. Tommy was becoming a very attractive black girl. Tommy just sat down and closed his eyes as Cha'relle did one side of his face, and then the other. Cha'relle did his left side first, so one side of him was Ashanti, and the other side of him was still Tommy. It was amazing to see the differences, and the change, as my son was slowly wiped away and replaced by the figure of a budding black girl, who was just along on her very incipient stages towards womanhood. Another thing that was completely clear was that Ashanti and Tanisha would both be little-heartbreakers. Ashanti and Tanisha both had really cool hairstyles, that accentuated the black aspects of their personalities. Ashanti's wig was so long and "wild," and my younger daughter was really already developing some confidence with her new personality. James also took pins and stuck them through the wigs into the real hair of my sons. This would make it difficult, if not impossible, for them to remove the wigs without James's permissioin. Ryan uttered a meek protest, but was quickly overruled. After Ashanti was "completed," James gave her permission to change back into her "home uniform" of the red leotard over her white tights. Ashanti really loved that leotard, and James said it was ok if she lounged around in it for the evening. The final touch was to spritz both of my erstwhile sons with the vocal spray. Much to their delight, their voices "lightened," and soon they were able to sound like girls with some effort. They had a lot of work to do though before their intonations and the types of topics they talked about really made them "convincing." James and Cha'relle decided though to hang around and do some last minute coaching before my new daughters were ready for their big appearance. We went into the kitchen, and as I had had to do, the girls practiced mincing across the floor in their heels, taking delicate and mincing steps. James drilled them for an hour or so, often lambasting Ryan when he tripped up." "That's wrong girl," he yelled at him. "Now straighten your tights and go again !!" "Damn, this is tougher than football practice," exclaimed my black daughter. The other thing that James worked on with Ryan and Tommy was getting used to calling them their new black-girl names, so that they'd learn to respond instantly when called, as if second-nature. They HAD to get used to indentifying first-hand as Tanisha and Ashanti, so it came across as natural. James explained obviously that there was much more training and work to do before my sons were completely prepared to emerge and function as black girls, but that there was only limited time for this "crash course" before Sunday. So James was just working on the basics.... walking, talking, and sitting in skirts. My girls did very well actually, and I was quite proud. I wondered what "other training" might come along over the course of time, if my sons continued and impressed James enough to get "hired" for more appearances? James told the girls what he told me my first week at church.... That I was still new at this, and that I should just sit quietly in my pew and say as little as possible. I just had to look the part, and if I said nothing, people would just assume I was the black woman that they saw in front of them, and nothing else. I thought that that was good advice. Tommy seemed to be catching on and taking to it much more quickly than Ryan. Ryan was frustrated by his struggles in heels, and wearing a skirt. James told him that he had to figure it out by tomorrow. Anyway, after some time, it was clear that "enough was enough" for a productive night, and that it was time to kick off. James told the girls to be ready tomorrow, and he was counting on me to get them ready. As the training session was wrapping up, Cha'relle prepared some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as a snack, which myself and my hungry daughters devoured voraciouisly. James had to stop and say that girls did not do things like chew with their mouths open, but James mostly let it go, as "table manners" probably would not be a component of the job tomorrow. One thing I noticed though, was that the PB&J sandwich tasted a bit "gritty." However, I thought nothing of it at the time. My girls were so tired and hungry from the training, that I think they just devoured the sandwiches right away. After the snack, James even permitted Ryan to mercifully go and take off his ladies clothes, and he allowed him to spend the night in boys' clothes. It was a bit funny seeing Ryan re-emerge in his football sweat-pants and his T-shirt, but still with his dark skin, girl's body, and his hair'do,' but he ran upstairs and went to bed. "I just wanna get this crap over with," he said. So Ryan would just let me re-dress him tomorrow morning for church. Tommy, by contrast, went and changed into a velvet-green leotard, and he wore this over his white tights. While James and Cha'relle were packing up to go home, Tommy went to the living room and spun around on the carpet, practicing some more of his ballet moves. James was really impressed. Tommy was now a beautiful black ballerina, and he looked really cute just twirling around. At least, I thought he had the ideal physique for ballet, and he seemed to be taking to his lessons. James showed him a few more "advanced' moves, and Tommy (now Ashanti) really picked up on them. James showed Ashanti how to Arabesque, and my new daughter was able to execute the move instantly. "I think you will really like the church service tomorrow," James told Ashanti, "Did you know that the 'Soul Sista's' dance squad is actually doing one of their performances there tomorrow?" "What's that," asked Ashanti? She was just so cute, standing there, a little black girl, thumb in mouth, hanging on James's every word. And James was so friendly and paternial with how he interacted with her. I really liked how he showed her the dance moves. James explained, "The local dance school works with the church to jointly sponsor a dance troupe. This is for girls and boys, and they do ballet, jazz, hip-hop, and 'worship' routines. They practice at the ballet school, but they do routines all over town. I think its something you'll be interested in. You know that Shaniqua, the lady up there that runs it, might actually talk to you about it tomorrow." "That would be WAY cool," exclaimed Ashanti. She adjusted the bottom of the leotard to fit over her white tights and her black panties. The leotard really fit her well, I thought, and this time, there was not a hint of her 'male bulge' to be seen. I was only just looking because I was very curious as to how "discreet" she would be able to be if she wore something like a leotard, as she was still a booy. After James left, Ashanti surely had visions of ballerinas and sugar plums dancing in her head. Ashanti flipped on the television, and she headed straight for the BET channel. When she got to that channel, there was a queue of music videos, all featuring rap artists and songs with "wild beats." Ashanti seemed instantly taken by the music, and as the songs played, she danced in the living room, shaking her butt and gyrating wildly in her leotard and tights. She moved and moved to the "jungle" music. She was just like any black girl, having fun and chilling out to her favorite rap tunes.... As she danced, I began to think more and more that getting her into structured dance lessons may not be a bad idea. It might however, be as a boy, but I figured that I'd at least introduce Tommy to something like ballroom dancing or swing dancing.... To be honest with you, even though Tommy played a bunch of sports like Baseball, Football, and Hockey, I had always felt like those pasttimes were never where his passions truly lay. I'd take him to sports, but he always just seemed to kind of sit in the dugout until it was his turn to bat, or he had to be prompted by the coach to go run around with the ball. It was hard to explain, but doing sports with Tommy always just seemd to be more of a "routine," as if it was just a rite- of-passage for any "All American Male." Perhaps Tommy had a different future besides one of "beer, work, and sports," like the destiny I assumed he'd have? So even though Tommy had played sports like most other boys, I had just never known what other activites that I could introduce him to. My ex- wife, Kate, was always more concerned with herself than raising our sons... You know, she could spend most of the day at the spa and working at the office, but her family always came second...... Yet, the temporary opportunity to become black women had perhaps completely opened up new doors for us. I would keep an open mind. It also seemed like I was now spending the better part of my time as 'LaShaunda,' or lounging around in a dress, than I was as Dave Miller. That night, I reassured my little black ballerina once again that she was "still a boy," and that it was all going to be OK once we were back as men. He looked so cute though in his leotard and white tights. If anyone else had seen us, they would think we were just a black mother and her cute daughter, but only we knew the truth, deep down inside. ----- The next day, I hustled Ryan and Tommy up bright and early. I figured it would make James VERY happy if his girlfriend and two daughters were already made up and totally ready to go for him. "What the fuck dad," Ryan said groggily as I went to stir him. His voice was still in a bit of a "squeal," as James had given him that vocal spray last night. He still had his very dark tan, but his blonde hair shone from under the covers. "Come on," I said, "Lets get ready so James can just pick us up and go." "PLEASE don't make me do this dad," he said, "I'll do ANYTHING." "No son, we have to do this." To be honest, like I said, it felt good to see my spoiled brat finally come down to earth a bit. "Lets go into my bedroom to change, and I laid all of our outfits out." "Really dad," protested Ryan. "Yes really," I said, "Now go and take a shower, and make sure you shave your legs and your face again, and then meet me back there." I went back to the bedroom, where I had the outfits laid out for me and my sons. I was just wearing my sweatpants and the t-shirt that I had worn to bed. Tommy joined me back there, wearing his PJs. I laid out 2 sets of dresses and other clothes on the bed. For Tommy, I had chosen the white flowery dress that I had worn during my "modeling show," paired with white tights and heels for Tommy. For Ryan, I had a short pink sundress for him to wear with pink tights, and pink high heels. I thought they would look so cute in their outfits. Tommy got his bra and panties on, and he sat down at the bed to work on his tights. "Do you need help Ashanit," I asked? "No dad," I got it, and he struggled awkwardly to pull on his pantyhose. Ryan got out of the shower and came in, wearing a towel around his waist. "Getting ready I see," he said sarcastically to Ashanti. "That's enough from you two, no bickering today," I said. "Fine," said Ryan. I handed him his white cotton panties with lace trim. He pinched them gingerly and said nothing. "Put them on," I ordered, "They won't bite you." "Ok," said Ryan, and he pulled his panties on over his new female parts. "I still feel so awkward," he said. Ryan next got his bra and tights on, and then I handed him the cute pink dress that he was to war. "Gee dad," he said, "I can't believe you're making me go out dressed like a little flower." "This is how girls dress at the church we are going to," I informed him. "Its very conservative and this is just what they wear there." As Ryan reached to grab his purse, he brushed one of his legs against the edge of the bed. There was a part of the metal apparatus of the bedframe sticking out, and it put a big tear in the side of his tights. His black legs showed through. "Oh Tanisha," I commented. "You have to be more careful with tights. Here, let me get you another pair to change with. I reached into my drawer and handed him a pair of my white tights. Ryan rolled down his ruined pair. "Be careful with them this time," I admonished as Ryan hiked his dress and got into his new pair of pantyhose. He was really getting much smoother when it came to getting dressed in ladies' clothes. "Aren't you going to get dressed mom," Ryan hissed sarcastically. Ryan stood up and twirled around, showing off a stunning and curvy figure that I think he never knew he had. "Yes dear," I replied. I had prepared a really cute outfit with a short-sleeve leopard print top, a black short-skirt, black tights, and black high-heels. I had a tiger-print bra and panties, which I put on first. Next, I struggled into the tights, and I had Ryan come and help me pull them up over my butt and panties. I got into the skirt and top. I loved this outfit, as it made me feel very "catlike." It was also something distinctively african, that no white woman would ever wear. The stretchy leopard-print top really accentuated my giant breasts. I was so shapely. Next, I placed my wig on my head. As another "accentuation," I tied my beautiful ebony locks upward with a "Nigerian hair wrap," that James had packed for me. I looked 100% like an African lady now, with a totally glorious hairstyle. " Way to go Oprah," taunted Ryan. "I've almost had enough," I protested to my son/daughter. "Now come here and let me get your hairpiece back on. Ashanti too." Ryan came to me, his radiant short-blonde hair beaming as his last vestige of boyhood. I took the beautiful frizzy wig and placed it on his head, bringing back my daughter Tanisha. My son was replaced by a cute black teeanged girl, dressed in the way any African-American girl may have been for Easter. Next, I got Tommy's long curly wig on, and he became my daughter Ashanti again. He seemed so natural as "Ashanti." "Now I just have to do your makeup and perfume," I counseled, "and we'll be ready." I got Tanisha and Ashanti touched up, bringing out their femininity. As I worked on their faces, my sons disappeared even more, and my beautiful black daughters really came out. "I hate wearing makeup and tights," stamped Ryan, "They both feel so funny." "Girls have to get used to wearing these things," and wearing stuff on their face, "I said." "Dad," how can I ever think of myself as a guy again after this, said Ryan. "I feel so.... Gay." This experience was obviously a hugely traumatic blow to his developing manhood. I mean, here he was, a young man, with the promises of sports, a new car, and girlfriends, and now he had to prance around as a cute little black girl. "Once this is over, we'll forget about all of this. We'll have a laugh over it," I said, not so sure myself.. "Well, I'll be taking all of these clothes and putting them in the fire," said Ryan. "I think James will want these clothes back," I said. I did some final touches on my daughters to get them ready. I put some extra makeup around their eyebrows to thin their brows out, so they looked even more girly. I put in the pins to attach their wigs to their heads. I took Tanisha's hair and did it in a "do" in a really cute style. Tanisha looked like she was ready to cry as we had our "mother-daughter" bonding experience. I finally let the girls wear some gold bracelets and Necklaces that James had left for us. Tanisha really did not want to wear hers, but I had her put a gold ring around her neck. I told her it would make her much more convincing and draw attention away from her face, so no one would be able to tell that she was really a white boy. She definitely agreed with this !! She did not want to be "outed." James came to the door, ready to pick us up. We all went to the living room to greet him. James looked us over and said, "Wow, you girls just look amazing. LaShaunda, you did an amazing job getting them ready." "Thank you James," I replied as James took my hand. "Listen," said James, "We can pull out from the garage, so the neighbors don't see you. My windows are tinted, so no one can look in." "Thank god," said Ryan, "at least the neighbors won't see me dressed like a sissy." ----- The four of us pulled up to the church, and greeted Cha'relle in the lobby. She was also a very frequent parishioner there. She wore a yellow dress with white tights that day. She was a VERY beautiful woman. If I was still a guy, I would have definitely been "interested" in her. "I LOVE your outfit LaShaunda," she praised, and your girls are so cute too." Ryan said nothing but seethed even more. Tommy seemed flattered by the praise. I had to admit that my outfit was really cute, and not only was my black skirt really short, but it was really tight too around my ass. My stunning curves were showed off to perfection, in no uncertain terms. I also loved how my long legs looked in their beautiful pantyhose. I actually looked incredible, I thought. I was just a beautiful black woman, one of many at this mega-church. As I was daydreaming, Mrs. Howe steamed up to us like a big black battleship.... "Oh James," she said, "I'm so glad to catch you. And its so nice to be seein' you again LaShaunda. And these must be your lovely daughters too." "Yes Ma'am," I replied, "This is Tanisha, and Ashanti." "Hello girls," said Mrs. Howe, "Listen, most of the kids gather in the basement to hang out after each service. You are more than welcome to join them." "Yeah, sure," said Tommy. After Mrs. Howe left, Ryan looked at me and said, "Gee dad, you sound like a real black woman too, when you talk." "Thank you," I replied Primly. "Great job," James told us all, "You totally had Mrs. Howe fooled !!" "Awesome," said Tommy. We took our seats in the pews, and we were warmed up with a presentation on the NOMA epidemic in Africa. It was quite shocking to us, as we were showed image after image of young children who'se faces had been eaten away by a gangrenous infection, caused by mal-nutrition. Comparing our situation to these poor kids in West Africa made our situation of having to be black girls for a few hours seemed trivial. I felt lucky just to live in the USA, where a basic minimum of food and services would always be provided for. "Wow," that is really sick, "said Ryan," commenting on a video clip of a girl whose eyes had fallen out, as gangrene had eaten through her eye-sockets and had opened up holes in her cheeks, showing her teeth through her mouth. What was more shocking was that Ryan kind of actually looked the way that that black girl would have looked if she had had her full face. They both kind of had the same hairstyles too. Perhaps my once obnoxious son now even felt some empathy. That would be a great lesson for him to learn from this experience, once he returned to being a boy. After this, however, and a call for donations. The Pastor camed back and went back into his usual histrionics against white people, calling them "Blue eyed devils," and the like. "I could kick his ass," said Ryan, sitting there in his dress and tights. Both Ryan and Tommy had brown eyes, so at least this was one thing that would not "give them away." After the dubious "sermon," however, the next act came up. Shaniqua, the black lady I had met last week, headed up to the stage. She began to speak. "Hello all," she said, "As you know, the 'Soul Sistas' dance troupe has their recital year beginning this summer. They have been working hard all spring on a repertoire for their upcoming performances. So without any more hesitation, lets bring up our girls, who have worked so hard !!!" Then, about 25 black girls wa