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Special thanks to IB12US and Gandon for editing and feedback. Chapter 16 It's Not a Date A few days later, Brad was home from work lying on his bed wearing a white terry cloth romper almost as soft as his hair. Though he tried not to wear girlie stuff at home, he had to admit it was super-comfy. Brad was reading a bridal magazine. Not because he wanted to, of course, but because he needed to. He had to learn about these dresses for work. Brad found himself paying attention to details he would have never even noticed. As he studied the bodice and skirt of one gown he realized, "I wore that last week." He thought the model looked really pretty before another strange thought entered his mind. "It was prettier on me," he told himself before realizing where his mind was going. A little disturbed by the thought, Brad pulled his eyes away and continued to peruse the catalog. He looked through a series of others. "Wore it. Wore it. Wore it. Yuck. Oh... this one's pretty," he thought as he tried to imagine himself in it. "Mrrrowwww." Some thing sounded as it hopped up on the bed and broke his train of thought. Tonka was back. That darn cat! Brad's room was not going to be the orange tabby's territory. He picked up the animal, and looked it square in the eye. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know," Brad said to it. Tonka responded by swatting at Brad's long hair. "That's it. Time to toss the furball into the hall." But just before he was about to toss, Brad's mother appeared out of nowhere. "Trade you," she said holding up his "Sports Illustrated" that just arrived in the mail. It was the pro football preview edition. "No argument there," Brad said as he rolled his eyes. "Cute romper," Sheila said. "You really like it?" he asked as his face lit up. "White looks good on you." "Thanks, Mom." Realizing what he just did, Brad suddenly felt mortified. Though he secretly liked it when people complimented him about his appearance, he sure didn't want his mom to know. He snapped the bridal magazine shut and quickly shuffled through the pages of the sports magazine. "You're going to make someone a beautiful bride," said with sarcasm. At least he hoped it was sarcasm. "Don't say that, Mom!" "I'll leave you alone with your magazine," Sheila said. "I know how much you like quarterbacks." Silent, Brad dropped his jaw before staring daggers at his mom. He let his jaw hang open, emphasizing that what she said was outrageous. "Gotcha!" his mom continued with a chuckle. And with that she turned and carried the cat towards the stairs. But instead, she turned and walked toward her own room. She closed the door, and set the cat down on the bed. Then Brad's mother leaned against the wall and lost herself in deep thought. "Wow," she thought to herself. Brad is sure pretty. And so feminine." She wished she had a daughter just like that, too. Was it so wrong to have forced him to dress like a girl against his objections? He doesn't seem to mind now. In fact he seems happier than he has been all summer. Though alarmed at his flirtations with Randy, maybe it wasn't so bad. He'd get changed back soon enough. Tiffany would be gone forever, and her son would be good old manly Brad before she knew it. Having a perfect daughter full of poise and grace. The most beautiful girl perhaps in town. It was proof she was a good mother. Proof of her nurturing. Proof of her grooming. It was almost enough to make up for her other failures that led to her husband's and son's demise. Almost. Looking at the clock, Sheila shook herself out of her daze. Time to start dinner. With the bridal magazine sitting open on the bed, Brad began perusing through his favorite sports magazine. He often fantasized as he read. Brad normally dreamed about crossing the middle and making the clutch First Down catch. He'd get popped, pummeled. With the packed stadium gasping a collective "Ohhhh," Brad would miraculously jump up and jog back to the huddle. His fantasies would culminate with catching the game-winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. But today something different caught his eye. It was the magazine's Quarterback feature that compared the physical attributes of the leagues top signal callers. He found himself noticing their massive biceps, chest, chiseled abs, and powerful legs. Then his mind drifted further as he started comparing the men to Randy. Randy was a bit skinnier, but his taught muscles were also very powerful. He imagined Randy's strong legs planting one direction, then another, as he escaped the pass rush. He didn't even see his mother walk in again. "Randy," he heard his mother say as he looked up at his mother. "What?" Brad asked. "It's Randy," she said again. How did she know? "It's not Randy, Mom," he said with a girlish snarl. "Um, excuse me," Sheila said. "But it is Randy." Brad was in full panic. Did she read his mind? No. Of course not. And he wasn't thinking about his friend like that. Finally, in a panic Brad protested in panic, "No, Mom." Brad protested in a panic. "I don't have a crush on Randy!" "Who said you have a crush on Randy?" Sheila replied. "I said you have a visitor. It's Randy." How embarrassing! Brad really needed to watch himself. "Well tell him to come up," Brad shouted back. "No, Honey," she yelled back, "you can go down and see him." "Why not, Mom?" Brad argued. "Well, maybe he could come up here," Sheila said, contemplating Brad's question. "I mean, it's not like you have a crush on him," she continued with a jab. "Mom!" Brad was mortified. "Sorry, young 'lady,'" Sheila said, emphasizing the feminine addres. "He's waiting down stairs." Brad rolled his eyes. It used to be that Randy could come up to his room any time, but Allison couldn't. Even when he first got changed, Randy could still come up to hang out and play a videogame. But something along the way changed. His mom even invited Allison to sleep over. Yet for some reason, Randy was suddenly off-limits. Brad stood and faced the mirror examining himself. The soft white romper he wore was acceptable, none to revealing, but his hair was kind of a mess. He ran a brush quickly through it and touched up his makeup before heading down to see his friend. "Hi Brad!" Randy greeted his friend as he came into sight. And what a sight it was. He noticed the long supple legs, perfectly tanned skin, amazing breasts and absolutely glamorous hair. Randy's heart started beating faster. He was actually getting nervous around his best friend. "Hi," Brad answered back. "What's up?" ignorant of what his friend was seeing. "Just taking a break from working on my speech," Randy told him. "Speech?" "Remember? I'm receiving The Golden Arm Award at the Quarterback Club on Saturday." "Oh yeah," Brad said. "I've almost forgotten how many awards you get. It's almost as if they create trophies just to give them to you." "This is the big one," Randy reminded him. "Yeah I guess it is," Brad said back. This conversation was getting a little bit awkward. Randy never talked about his awards. "That's actually why I'm here," he said. "Okay," Brad said. Starting to feel a little nervous himself, and without thinking, he started twirling his long hair around a finger. "You know Alexis and I broke up weeks ago," Randy said. "She just started acting bitchy." "Allison has been acting kinda strange lately also," Brad said with a nod. "So anyway, my parents are out of town this Friday," Randy continued. "They've had their anniversary weekend planned for a year." "Aw," Brad said sympathetically. "You don't have anyone to see you presented the award." "You know I couldn't have won this award without you, and I was wondering..." "You're dang right," Brad said interrupting his friend and gestured with his hands as if he was catching a pass. His long French-manicured fingernails reminded him of his current status and he clasped them together, hiding them, behind his back. "Would you go with me to the awards banquet Saturday?" A jolt of electricity started in Brad's stomach and pulsated to his head. He went flush as Randy watched his former friend turn beat red. Not just in the face, but Brad's chest and shoulders turned color, too. He looked up at Randy not knowing what to say, speechless to say the least. "You alright?" Randy asked, concerned, gently grabbing onto Brad's bare arms. Another jolt of electricity shot through Brad, and one through Randy, too. He shivered at the warm touch. Brad took a step back, breaking contact. He didn't like what he just felt. "I... uh.. I'm sorry Randy," he said nervously. "I couldn't possibly go out like this," he said, gesturing up and down his body. He twiddled his fingertips for emphasis. "Dude," Randy continued. "You're perfect. I hear Alexis is going to be there with a running back from Gulf Beach High. Brad was silent for a moment, at hearing this revelation, as he contemplated what was happening. "Wait a second," he said. "Are you asking me out... on a date?" Shocked at what Randy was asking him. "No, no, no," Randy clarified. "Not a date." "That was really weird." He was suddenly relieved, yet somehow hurt. "How so?" "The way you talked to me, it sounded like you were asking me on a date," Brad replied. "Freaky." "Dude, I'm not asking you on a date, " Randy repeated. "But it is a black tie event." "Black tie event?" Brad asked. "So you want me to wear a tux?" he continued with a laugh. "I'll definitely have to get a new one. Mine doesn't fit any more." "Maybe you could borrow a dress from Allison or something," Randy continued. "I don't think she has anything I can wear." "How about that hot little number she wore to prom?" Randy said. "Dude, you'd be smokin'." Brad looked at his friend furiously. "You perv," he said. "I knew you were asking me on a date." "It's not a date," Randy tried to convince his friend. "No? Brad accused. A black tie event?" Brad asked. "I guess I'll be renting a tux. Mine doesn't fit any more." "I don't need to see you in it," Randy fired back. "I've already seen you out of it." He was referring to the pictures he helped Brad take. "Shhhh...." Brad warned his friend. "Do you want my mom to flip?" he whispered. "You wear wedding dresses at the mall for crying out loud," Randy countered. "Can a prom dress be any worse?" "It's a women's boutique, not a testosterone filled football banquet," Brad protested. "Guys will be checking me out." "I'll be checking you out," Randy said without thinking. "I knew it!" Brad said emphatically as he turned away. "I'm not going!" "I'm just joking, Brad," the high school quarterback said, trying to recover from his mistake. "I know it's asking a lot," Randy said, still trying to coax his friend out with him. "But if you're willing, I've got some savings that I would be willing to use towards a different dress." "A dress isn't the problem," Brad told him. "They pretty much pay me to run around in their stuff all day." "Then it's settled," Randy said. "You're going." "No, it's not settled," Brad quickly objected. Why did he say that? He then tried to deflect what he just said. "You should see how guys stare at me when I set foot outside the shop in the mall. It's eerie." "I promise to defend milady's honor," Randy said in an English accent. "Shut up." This time Brad cracked a smile. Randy just wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Please, Brad," Randy said as he dropped to one knee and mockingly kissed his hand. "For me?" Brad pulled his hand away from his friend. It was tingling and his heart was beating fast. He crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling with mixed feelings. "Fine," he finally relented. "I'll go." "I'll see you Saturday at six." After Randy shut the door behind him and began the walk to his car, Brad moved over to the window and watched him leave. Randy really was a strong guy both inside and out, Brad thought to himself. He smiled and sighed as he wondered what his summer would've been without him. "A date?" Sheila asked, interrupting his thoughts, coming up behind him. Though clearly enjoying the fantasy of having a temporary daughter, she knew this was crossing a line. "You're going on a date with Randy?" Just like he was afraid of, his mom heard the entire conversation. Brad turned around repeating once more, "It's not a date." "I've been asked out on dates before, and I know what being asked out on one sounds like," Sheila said. She paused for a moment and stared at her female son. "Trust me, you were just asked on a date." "No Mom, Randy's just my bud and he's asking for my help." "I've seen how you look at your 'bud.' And how you don't have a crush on him." Sheila said to girl-Brad. "Just remember, it's going to be very awkward in the huddle this year between the two of you, if you make out with the quarterback." "Mom! Stop it!" "Brad, honey, I was a girl your age once, too. I know how your hormones must be making you feel. And Randy is so handsome, and charming, and nice... He's quite catch you know." "I'm not trying to catch Randy," Brad said. "I don't think dating is a something you should do," Sheila said. "But if you insist on seeing what it's like on the other side of the fence, it shouldn't be with your best friend." "It's not a date!" he exclaimed, renewing his objection. "If you insist on dating," Sheila counseled. "Mrs. Dunbar's son is a nice young man who plays baseball at Prep Academy. Handsome boy, too.." "Mom! I told you, Randy and I are friends... buddies... It's not a date!" He was amazed at what she was suggesting. Why are you pushing this? "Let's review, shall we?" Sheila stated as much as she asked. "You're invited out to dinner with a member of the opposite sex. He'll be wearing a tux, and you will be wearing a fancy dress. You'll sit by his side and clap when he's presented his award. Then there'll be music and dancing, unless you slipped out early with him to go strolling in the night. All in all, it sounds like the making of a very romantic evening." "I'm not listening anymore," Brad said as he placed his hands over his ears and ran up the stairs. "I'll be in my room." Slam! Having left his bedroom door open, that stupid cat was back on his bed. He picked up the orange tabby and threw him in the hallway. Slam! The next day at work, Rebecca helped Brad into the wedding dress of the day. The diamond white designer ball gown had a strapless ruched top and a sweetheart neckline. With corset back closures and a drop waistline to show off his new curves, the ball gown skirt of tulle and glitter of oceans of taffeta was ruffled like lettuce. As Rebecca drew the laces tight on the corset, she would stop to make other adjustments. She'd pull gently on it in parts, and then stroke Brad's ribs softly with the back of her hand. "That's uncomfortable," Brad thought to himself without voicing his objection. "Guys could never get away with that." "Mmmmm," Rebecca thought to herself. "She might be the prettiest dress model I've never had." Feeling weird about the whole situation, Brad tried to distract her attention. "Rebecca," he asked, "I got invited to a banquet and was wondering if I could borrow a dress." "Borrow? I'm sorry, Tiffany," she said to him. "If you wear a dress outside the store, then I won't be able to sell it as new. But you do get a nice employee discount." "That's alright," he answered, consciously relieved. Rebecca's answer let him off the hook. Now he really didn't have a dress to wear. He texted Randy with the news. Brad grabbed his silk bouquet and headed out onto the floor. He was becoming used to the maneuvering around in these extravagant gowns, but for most of the day he stood in one place. That place being near the store entrance. While all kinds of girls loved to browse the shop's selection, it wasn't long before they had a real customer. A very well-dressed middle-aged woman walked in with a younger woman in her mid-20's. While lacking Brad's insane beauty, the young girl was very pretty with a slim, athletic build. "Oh my word," the woman said as she looked at Brad. "What a gorgeous dress." The younger woman's eyes seemed to light up. "I love it, Mother," she said. "It's a Mori Lee new for the season," Brad said as if on cue. He then curtsied and started parading around for them to have a better perspective of the gown. "I'm Rebecca," the store manager greeted them. "And who do we have here?" "I'm Jennifer Cooper," the woman said, "And the bride to be is my lovely daughter Danielle." "Well, hello, Danielle," Rebecca said, extending her hand out to Danielle. "Let me see," she said lifting the girl's hand above her head. The bride-to-be pirouetted so Rebecca could see her. "A very pretty girl," Rebecca continued as she sized Danielle up and down. "Thank you," her mother answered. Danielle was silent. "I see you our showcase dress Tiffany is displaying." "Look at that movement," Mrs. Cooper said. "It's like she's floating." "We have a very deep selection of available dresses, but if you really care for this one, we would certainly allow you to try it on?" "Yes, please," Danielle said as her mother nodded her approval. "Where's the dressing room?" Mrs. Cooper asked. "Right this way," Rebecca said, leading the way. "But it can be tricky at first. Better let me help." And with that, two new customers followed the store manager to the back. As Danielle and her mom were taking in the assorted selections, they couldn't see Rebecca grinning like The Cheshire Cat. Brad watched as the ladies headed off. Though nervous each day when he paraded out in the elaborate feminine wear, women seemed to gush over his beauty. And for some reason, all that praise sent an unexplainable thrill up his spine. The phone rang, taking Brad out of the moment. He answered it, fielded some questions, and hung up. He didn't see when a new customer entered the store. "Excuse, me, Miss," came a male voice. A male voice that sounded vaguely familiar. "Can you help me find a dress?" No it couldn't be. He wouldn't. "Randy!" Brad said as he turned. Turned red. Randy can't see him like this! "I'm Randy," he said, extending his hand for a shake. "And you must be the blushing bride." And yes, the bride standing before him was definitely blushing. But Randy's heart also skipped a beat as he touched Brad's soft hand. "What are you doing here?" "I came to figure out a way to get you a dress." "I told you I can't borrow one," Brad said and punched him in the arm. "Brad, there has to be a way," the quarterback said optimistically. "I told, I could buy one for you." "You can't buy a dress. They're way too expensive," Brad said. "Now please leave." Facing the front of the store, Brad didn't see a figure approach from the rear. "I'm Rebecca, the store manager," Brad's boss interrupted. "And you may buy whatever pleases you." "Randy," he replied. "And I need a dress for a banquet." Brad shot him daggers. Rebecca then looked Randy over. "But I'm not sure we have anything in your size." "Well, that's too bad," he replied, wishing he had thought of that. "But it's not for me, it's for my da__--I mean my friend." "And do you happen to know your friend's size?" "Not exactly," Randy said. "But she's about the same size as your dress model here." Randy went on to explain what the function was and that Brad would be in all the pictures. Brad cringed at the idea. "Wait. You're Randy Fernandez?" Rebecca quizzed when she finally recognized who she was talking to. "The high school phenom being recruited by every college on the planet?" "Yeah, that's me," he tried to admit modestly. "And the banquet is this Saturday. I'm getting an award." "The Golden Arm Award... at The Quarterback Club downtown?" "But I broke up with my girlfriend. I'll be highly embarrassed if I don't show up with a date." "You said it's not a date," Brad huffed and tossed the bouquet at his friend." "Tiffany," Rebecca said sternly. "Why didn't you tell me it was for one of the biggest events of the year? Of course you can wear one of our dresses." "But..." Brad protested. "I don't want to go on a date." "Do you want to take Tiffany as your date?" "Well, we're just friends," Randy said. "But yeah." "Then it's settled," Rebecca concluded. "Tiffany, you're going on that date this Saturday with the hottest guy in town. And you're absolutely wearing one of our dresses." Rebecca stated matter-of-factly. "Yippee," Brad said. "Now go grab Sherri Hill 2985, Jovani 9095, and Flirt 2131, and I'll meet you in the back," Rebecca ordered. "We don't have much time for alterations." "Thanks, Rebecca," Randy said as Brad lifted his skirts and walked away in a huff. "It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress anyway," he joked. That line stopped Brad in his tracks. Furious he lifted his skirts and turned to shout an obscenity at his friend. But realizing where he was, he just stuck his tongue out at his friend before stomping off into the backroom. "Wow," Randy said as he watched his friend glide across the floor. His heart was beating a little faster than usual and his breath was a little shorter. He was, without a doubt, having the most impure thoughts about his friend. "So have you decided what to do?" Rebecca asked. "What?" Randy asked, startled from his fantasy. Was it that obvious? "Where were you planning on going to school? Florida? Alabama." "Oh, where am I going to school?" he repeated, relieved. "Not sure, but I'm leaning towards Florida State." Randy paused for a moment. "You're a big sports fan?" "Huge." "And you run a bridal shop?" He was taken aback that she managed a bridal store. "It was my mother's," she revealed. "Mom used to dress me up in all this stuff. Always hated it. She passed a way from breast cancer five years ago, and I inherited the shop. "So you hate dresses?" "I'd rather see girls out of them than in, if you know what I mean," Rebecca continued, shocking the high school star. "You're a lucky dude, Randy. What I wouldn't give to be in your shoes." This whole conversation was starting to make Randy feel awkward. He did not want to think about his friend that way. He only asked Brad to come along because he was part of the team last year, and his girlfriend cheated on him. Even with all his joking, it was all becoming too strange too fast. Saturday came quickly. As usual, Brad went over to Allison's house and laid out by their pool before starting their exercise routine. Brad was resigned to the fact that he was actually doing cheers and dance routines used on the sidelines during the games. He was clearly amazed at how quickly he picked-up the new routines. Amazed at the science. But it wasn't fun. At least that's what he told himself. "You're quiet today," Allison said to her female boyfriend. "Anything wrong?" "No, nothing's wrong," Brad answered. "If you need to talk about anything I'm here for you." Brad started to bring up confusing feelings about his evening with Randy, but stopped short of himself. "No, everything's fine," he said. "Okay then," she replied, hearing the reluctance to talk about it. "Want to go see a movie tonight?" "Um... I can't," Brad told her. "I promised Mom we'd have dinner together. In fact, I really need to get going." As Allison watched Brad saunter off to his car, she thought he was acting really weird. Not only was he quiet, but he also wouldn't look her in the eye. She shrugged it off and went to see what her mother was doing. Brad was off, once more to the salon and spa at Jenn Tech. Manicure. Pedicure. Hair. Makeup. In other words, the works. If his silky blonde locks weren't spectacular enough, the stylists made his hair look that much more Hollywood. He hurried home to finish getting ready for the his big night. "Oh Brad," his mother said as he entered the front door. "You look beautiful. I was worried." "Worried about what, mom?" he asked her. "It's getting late," she explained. "It takes us girls a lot longer to get ready." "One step ahead of you." "I see," Sheila said. She still felt this was a bad idea, but Randy was Brad's best friend, and Brad was a big part of Randy's award. So she tried to be supportive and understanding. "You're going to look beautiful on your date." "Thank you, Mom," Brad said with a smile before realizing what she said. "And it's not a date!" "Randy's a very lucky young man," Sheila said as she studied Brad's appearance. "By the way, I haven't seen your dress. It's not provocative, is it?" "Gracefully elegant," he replied to her. "But you should have seen the cupcake dress they tried to force on me." "We'll don't just stand there," Sheila told her son. "The clock's a- ticking." Brad ran upstairs and saw the crack of his door was open. Oh no, not again. That stupid cat was in his room again. Tonka the tabby was on his bed! He went to grab it, but the cat jumped off and ran over towards the closet. Without warning Tonka's tail was straight up, and it seemed to be hoisting its butt in the air. Then a stream of liquid shot out like a water cannon and hit... "Mom!!!!!" Brad shrieked. "My dress!" "What's wrong dear?" Sheila asked as she came running up the stairs. "The bitch of a cat just peed on my dress," he screamed as he started to bawl. "It's ruined!" Sheila grabbed her son by the shoulders. "Don't cry or it will make your face puffy." "What am I going to do?" mortified at what the cat had done. "We'll think of something," Sheila said. "What time is it?" "It's late," Brad answered. "Well, dropping by the mall is clearly out of the question," she said. "Let's go through your closet, kiddo. With all those clothes you've been bringing home, maybe we can make something work." "I don't have anything that's even close to this," Brad said holding the long turquoise dress. "You're probably right," Sheila agreed. At least she hoped she was right. If Brad was bringing dresses home that was a bad sign. "Let's think. Think, think, think." "The only thing I could possibly wear is..." And then it was like someone flipped a switch. Brad darted into the closet and pulled it out. Allison's prom dress was still in the dry cleaners bag. Thank God he hadn't returned to her yet. "Um, what's that?" Sheila asked him. "It's Allison's," Brad told her. "It's what she wore to prom." "Oh that's nice," Sheila said trying to remember what Allison wore on their prom night. Then it hit her. "What she wore to prom?!?" "Good thing I had it, huh?" "Oh no," Sheila said firmly. "You cannot wear that dress." "It's okay, Mom," Brad said. "I've tried it on. It fits." "That's not what I'm talking about Bradley," Sheila said to him. "That dress is way too sexy." "Allison wore it to prom when we were sixteen, and now I'm seventeen." "And I almost didn't let you out of the house," Sheila countered. "I certainly won't tolerate you being seen anywhere in it." "C'mon, Mom. I'm a big gir--boy," Brad said, correcting his masculinity slip. "Do you want to know how to get a man to jump your bones?" "No, Mom." "By wearing a dress like that. That's how." "People react to me in pretty dresses every day," Brad argued. I'm used to it." "You work in a women's boutique," Sheila argued back. You're going to a banquet full of football players." "Please, Mom," Brad pleaded, having resigned himself to helping his friend. Please don't make me let Randy down." Sheila held up the tiny dress and looked at her pretty blonde son. This was a huge night in Randy's life. Keeping Brad home would be an unforgivable embarrassment. She tossed it on the bed and grabbed Brad by the shoulders. "It's against my better judgment, but I trust you." "I can still go?" "Yes. But I think you're going to learn something tonight." He hugged his mother. "Thank-you!" "I do have one condition," Sheila stated. "Now let's hurry and get you ready." At six o'clock on the nose, the doorbell rang. Sheila opened the door and smiled at the gentleman caller. Randy looked devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo. "Hi Mrs. D," Randy greeted her. She ran up to him and gave him a quick hug. Looking beyond her she said, "Where's Brad?" "Brad, Dear, your date is here," she said embarrassing both Brad and Randy. When Brad came waltzing out in that dress Randy's jaw nearly dropped. The turquoise dress was a strapless sequined corset. Two long legs jutted from a playfully bouncy chiffon skirt traveling down to strappy stilettos. With those matching long satin gloves, and silk flowered hairband, Brad looked simply beautiful. And with that hair and with that makeup, Randy didn't know what to say to his friend. "Go ahead," Sheila encouraged. "Let him see." And like he did for customers every day at work, Brad walked up to Randy, modeling the dress. He stopped and placed his hand on his hip. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Next, he swiveled his hips, causing the chiffon underskirt to bounce around. Then he lifted his skirt up and shook it from side to side while he bent his knees and twisted. All the while, Brad made playful faces of surprise he perfected at the boutique. After about sixty seconds, Brad stopped. He had completely rendered Randy speechless, which gave the female boy an unexpected thrill. "See, Brad," Sheila said. "See what kind of affect a pretty girl has on men?" "Yes, Mom." "Use it carefully," Sheila said seriously. Brad acknowledged his mom before trying to break the awkward silence. "So what do you think?" Brad asked his friend. "Careful there, sailor," Sheila warned the QB. "Watch what you say or she's not leaving the house." Randy finally answered. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The complement caused Brad to blush. He was clearly nervous as he continued to move around on his feet with one hand tugging at his hair and the other lost somewhere in his petticoats. "Good answer," Sheila said. Then she gave him a stern warning. "Now I'm trusting you, Randy, to be a gentleman. Remember who she really is under there." "I promise I will," he said. "Now there's only a few reasons why I let Brad wear this outfit tonight," Sheila said to Randy. "First of all, I think it will ultimately be good for him to see how beautiful women are treated for better and for worse. And secondly, since I never had a daughter of my own, you two are going to humor me," she said as she pulled out a digital camera. Sheila turned into a shutterbug not wasting the opportunity to take more pictures of her son, now daughter in a dress. Brad and Randy posed together as Sheila snapped away. First, next to each other, then arm in arm. Standing, sitting, holding hands, Sheila was putting her female son through every embarrassing situation. She was completely caught up in the fantasy of the daughter she never had dating the star quarterback and ultimate nice guy. Sheila was a good mother, she told herself. If she had a daughter, she would be just as pretty and just as poised as Brad was now. Yes, that's exactly how she would have raised a girl. Though she had warned Brad the dangers of becoming romantically involved with Randy, what she was doing to them at the moment only fueled both sets of hormones. At one point, Brad was even sitting on Randy's lap with his arms around the quarterback's neck. After about twenty minutes, the couple was finally free to go. It wasn't until they were in the car and driving down the road that Brad broke the silence. "I think she's lost it," Brad said with an expressive laugh. He peeked out from under his cape of blonde hair. "Do you still want to take me to the event?" "Absolutely," Randy answered. "Your mom's okay. And it's really great of you to play along." "I had to do that you know," he said. "Do what?" "That little entrance," Brad said. "It's a variation of what I do at work when I show a new dress. She wanted to see your reaction." "Did I pass?" "You're such a perv," Brad giggled. Randy paused for a moment. "I'm glad you're indulging your mother. And it's also great of you to be here for me. I really appreciate you being here tonight." The statement made Brad feel strange and tingly. This was going to be an interesting night. Brad got a warm feeling in his heart. And the night was only beginning. The next morning, Allison was doing chores when her cell phone rang. It was Alexis, Randy's ex-girlfriend. "Did you see the award presentation from the Quarterback Club on cable access last night?" Alexis asked her. "I didn't want to go without Brad," she answered, referring of course to boy Brad. The date function would have only reminded her more of her loneliness. "Mom and I went to a movie." "I want to know who that girl was that Randy was with," Alexis continued. She was super jealous of anyone who Randy showed any interest in. "How would I know?" Allison answered. "She was wearing your prom dress." "What?" Allison said quickly becoming angry. It better not be. "And she even had the gloves and a hairband you wore," Alexis told her. "Tell me. Who was that girl?" "I have an idea," Allison said in disbelief. "Tell me what she looked like." "She was tall and blonde. And she was the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Alexis said. "How could you do this to me? How could you set up Randy with some blonde bimbo?" "I didn't set Randy up with anybody," Allison said becoming defensive while still angry. "I think someone borrowed my dress without permission and that someone is in very big trouble. But you don't have anything to worry about it. Randy and that girl are just friends." "I think they're more than friends," Alexis contradicted. "And what makes you think that?" "Log on to the quarterback club's website," she instructed. "They've already posted all the pictures. There's no way those two are just friends." Allison hung up the phone and jumped on her computer. "Oh my God!" she thought to herself. It was Brad and that absolutely was her dress. Picture one showed them walking in arm in arm. Picture two showed a close-up of Brad looking at him like a lovestruck girl. In picture three, clearly showed Brad giving Randy a kiss on the cheek as he stood to collect his award. Picture four showed them hugging as Randy held his trophy. Picture five showed them close together slow dancing. And picture six showed them slow dancing again, but with Brad's head on Randy's chest with his eyes closed. But that wasn't enough for there were even more. Alexis was right. There was a beautiful blonde girl dating Randy Fernandez. And that beautiful blonde girl was her boyfriend. What a violation, daring to wear the same prom dress she had worn for him just a few months ago. The same dress she had worn for him when he was a guy. And then suddenly the anger disappeared as Allison's heart sank. Her boyfriend was leaving her. No, her boyfriend wasn't just leaving, he was slowly disappearing out of existence. She climbed into her bed and cried. Across town, a blonde girl was also lying on her bed looking at the Quarterback Club's website on her laptop. It was almost like prom night all over again, but different. Really, really, different. Like the prom, the evening took on an almost magical quality. Brad was with someone he not only cared about and trusted, but someone he was deeply attracted to. At prom, Brad looked so handsome in his tuxedo and was attracted to the girl in the sexiest dress he had ever seen. But last night, it was Brad wearing that dress with his date looking so debonair and acting so charming in his tuxedo. Every day since that horrible accident, Brad's physical reality was being housed in a feminine prison of flesh. But after last night, something was different. It was as if the prison had no bars... and all the doors were unlocked. There were still a few walls and even some guards, mind you, but Brad felt he could get past them when he needed. Knock! Knock! The unlocked door opened. "Hi kiddo," Sheila said. "Have a moment for your mother?" Brad snapped his laptop shut. "Sure, Mom, come on in." He noticed she was carrying one of her own. "I thought you might like to see some pictures of your special night," she said to her beautiful son. She crawled up onto the bed and lay down beside him. She opened her laptop which was on the site Brad had just been looking at. She began flipping through the same pictures. "I can't believe that it's me," Brad said. "Is that who it is?" Sheila asked. "Oh, Mom," Brad said. "I asked if that's you," Sheila repeated. "Is that really you?" Brad paused for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what his mother was getting at, but didn't want her to be upset again. "Don't worry, Mom," he told her. "Randy and I were just playing around." "Uh huh," Sheila responded, not truly believing him." I've seen how the two of you have been playing around." "M-o-o-mmm," Brad said as he gently swatted her arm. "It was just a game we were playing last night." "A game?" "Yeah. When we arrived you should've seen the looks on everybody's faces," Brad explained. "Everyone was trying to figure out who Randy's new girlfriend was." "Okay." "So at first it really freaked me out so I ran into the ladies room," Brad continued. "I didn't think I was going to be able to make it. But then," Brad explained, "After looking in the mirror and seeing what I look like in that dress, I started laughing." "Laughing?" his mother asked. "What was so funny?" "That I really do look like a trophy girl of a big strong athlete." "Oh dear," his mother said as she reached over and stroked his long blonde hair. "I think you're falling." "No, Mom," Brad denied. "Like I said, we turned it into a game. Since everyone thought we were dating, when I went back out there, I just started pretending. Really pretending. It even threw Randy for a loop. But eventually, I clued him in." "So you were just pretending?" "Yep." Sheila pulled up a picture of a beautiful blonde girl kissing her man on the cheek as he hoisted a trophy in the air. "What were you pretending here?" She pulled up another of all the award winners and their dates. In one, the girl in the sexy dress had both arms wrapped tightly around her date's torso. "And what about this one?" The next one showed Randy and Brad slow dancing. They were the only couple on the floor. "If you two are acting, you could both win an Academy Award." "It was the end of the night," Brad explained. "We were going to make them make us leave." "Awww," Sheila said sarcastically. "Isn't that romantic..." Sheila flipped to the next photo. It was a tighter shot of Randy and Brad dancing, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Sheila didn't say anything when she let Brad engulf it for all of sixty seconds. Then she moved to the last one. It was a close up of Brad's face as his head rested on Randy's chest while still locked in a tight embrace. Brad's eyes were closed. "And what are you pretending now?" she asked. "I... uhhh..." Brad was at a loss for words as he made eye contact with his mother. And as the eyes are windows to the soul, Sheila could see the soul's living room was being remodeled for a new owner. An owner who was undoubtedly a girl. Chapter 17 Thinking Straight Rebecca is not going to be happy, Brad thought to himself as he walked into the shop. Due to that stupid cat, he didn't wear the shop's dress to one of the biggest events in town. "All that, and you didn't even wear it?" "Funny story actually..." Brad began before Rebecca cut him off. "This better be good." And fortunately it was. Worried, she would simply send Brad home, he was relieved when she smiled and told him to get changed for his shift. "I have to tell you those pictures were amazing!" Rebecca said to Brad as she helped him into today's wedding dress. "There is nothing like young love." "We're not in love," Brad said emphatically as he looked in the mirror. The pure white gown had a halter neckline and draped bodice. The swirly froth draped skirt exploded with organza and tulle with a beautiful sweep train. A veil was pinned to his luxurious blonde hair which sat in an updo high atop his head. "Randy and I are just friends." As Brad reached for his bouquet, Rebecca grabbed her iPad. "Look at your face," Brad's boss said as she pointed to one of the pictures. "And look at the way he's holding you," she said pointing towards another. "That is love if I've ever seen it." "It was all supposed to be and act," Brad started to explain. "We just got a little carried away." Brad looked at the picture, then back at his reflection. With Randy pictured in his tux, Brad superimposed the image of wearing the gorgeous wedding dress next to Randy. "Well if that's acting, then you, my dear, are destined for Hollywood." "Well, I can't like Randy..." Brad explained. He was definitely becoming flustered. "...because I'm in love with someone else." Rebecca just wouldn't stop. "Oooh... Got a little love triangle going, do we?" "There is no love triangle," Brad said trying to convince her. "It's just real complicated." "Complicated?" Rebecca asked. "You go out with the hottest boy on the planet saying you don't like him. And all you can say is that it's complicated?" "You wouldn't understand," Brad said. "I'm really confused." "So tell me about this other guy then," Rebecca prodded. "It's not a guy," he admitted, realizing to late he said something he shouldn't have. Rebecca's eyes lit up. Rebecca was a little butch with short hair, mind you, but she was very beautiful in her own way. "Wow, Tiffany, I would've never guessed that about you," Rebecca said as she took a step closer to Brad and lightly stroked his hair. "Although I gotta admit I always hoped." Rebecca was not aware of Brad's secret. That he was really a guy encased in utterly female flesh. He had to be careful with what he said. "What I meant was, it's not even a guy like Randy. Of course I'm attracted to the star of our football team," Brad admitted. He was actually telling the truth. "But I've been in love with someone else. Someone different. Someone really, really different. Like I said, it's complicated." "I've had different... Very different... Lovers before as well," Rebecca confessed. "It can get messy if you're not discreet." "It's all really pretty strange," Brad told her. "Maybe I could help," Rebecca offered. "Help? How?" "I'm off on Wednesday and your shift ends at six. Why don't you come over to my place?" "I don't know, Rebecca," Brad told her. "I'm really an emotional mess right now." "Messes are my specialty," Rebecca said as she softly stroked Brad's cheek. "I wouldn't know where to begin," he said. "I'm really good," she hinted. "That's okay," Brad said shyly. "Really, really good," she said in an alluring voice. Reluctantly Brad finally agreed. Was Rebecca hitting on him? Or did she really mean she wanted to help him sort through his emotions? That night, Brad lay in bed thinking about the conversation he had had with Rebecca. Rebecca had a very pretty face and a rocking body. She had short hair, and while she dressed up effeminately at work, she was almost always wearing pant suits. Meanwhile, Rebecca insisted Brad wear the most beautiful dresses. She often made Brad try on three or four outfits before deciding on which one he would be wearing that day. And she always helped him in and out of those clothes. Was Rebecca turned on by Brad's female body? And why wasn't Brad more aroused as the beautiful, but slightly butch manager, helped him in and out of clothes? The next day, Brad headed for Jenn Tech. He was going to get some answers. With phones ringing, Marla waved to wait. And since there was no shortage of mirrors in the facility, Brad stepped up to check his appearance. Teetering on black high heels, he examined his long legs which led up to his black knit skirt. As his eyes continued upward, Brad sighed, causing his back to straighten and causing him to thrust out his boobs. Brad adjusted his bra under the stretchy red top and pulled the cap sleeves off his shoulders. He pulled a brush out of his purse, tilted his head, and ran it through the long locks. As he looked into the mirror, Brad sighed. The deep breath caused his back to straighten and thrust his boobs out under the tight red top. He pulled the cap sleeves off his shoulders and began brushing his silky hair. As his diamond-shaped earrings dangled with his hair, Brad noticed his lipstick had lost some luster. So digging through his purse he sorted past several colors until he found the right shade: Jungle Red. He ran the color over his lips before putting the tube away. Next, he took his index finger and gently spread the lipstick evenly. Then, with a tissue, he blotted off the excess. Lastly, he held his wet-look nails up to his lips to ensure a match. Perfect! Marla hung up the phone and motioned for Brad to follow. Before he knew it, Brad entered the professor's office. As his tight black skirt ended well above the knee, kept his legs pressed perfectly together as he sat. Now cross-legged, the former boy sat with his purse in his lap to prevent the good doctor from seeing his fiery red panties. "Thanks for getting me in, Professor," Brad said with a smile. "I have just enough time to see you before work." He wanted to explain that he was dressed the way he was because Rebecca demanded he come to work looking like this, not because he wanted to. But there wasn't the opportunity. Professor Chase greeted him. "So what do I owe this visit, Miss Dowdy?" The Professor asked him. "And might I add, aren't you looking radiant." "Thank you," Brad said with a smile as he wiped a strand of hair away from his face. He hadn't even realized how he had taken the compliment. "I think something's wrong," he said, his voice evident with worry. "And what might that be Miss Dowdy?" she asked him. "I think something you did to me is making me gay," he said nervously. "Gay?" Professor Chase asked suddenly concerned. "Something is wrong. The nanobots in your bloodstream should have corrected your sexual orientation by now." "Well they haven't," Brad said as he emphasized the word haven't. "In fact I think they've done just the opposite." "So you want to ravish your girlfriend?" Professor Chase asked. "And how about your store manager? I think she likes your type." "No... That's just it..." Brad continued to explain. "I'm becoming attracted to men." "Oh," Professor Chase said sounding relieved. "You had me worried. Liking guys isn't gay, Miss Dowdy. For you, liking guys is straight." "So it is true," Brad said in an "ah-ha" moment. "You did do this to me! On purpose!" "We didn't make you like boys on purpose," she corrected him. "As part of our standard package, sexual orientation is reset to match the body. Unfortunately for you, we didn't anticipate that you would be going through puberty, so we didn't even discuss altering it." "So you can change it?" Brad asked hopefully. "Please, Professor, you haveta make it stop." "Reorientation is possible, but expensive," she informed him. "If your mother agrees to it, we'll do it." "You will?" "The cost will be $50,000." "Fifty-thousand?" Brad dismayed when he heard the price. "We can't possibly pay another fifty-grand." "Then we can't possibly re-orient your sexual preferences," Professor Chase told him. "But please, Professor," Brad begged. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out." "How interesting," Professor Chase said to him. "You mean to tell me the former macho Brad Dowdy can't control his female sexual urges." Professor Chase asked tauntingly. "I had a higher regard for your willpower." "It's not that I can't," Brad explained. "It's that..." "You don't want to," she said finishing his sentence. "I want to, and I don't want to want to," he said in confusion. "Well, whatever you decide it's your choice." "I know what you're trying to do," Brad said to her. "You're trying to get me to lose my virginity so that I will have damaged your product and I'll be stuck this way forever." He crossed his arms under his breasts. "We grafted all new skin to your body," Professor Chase countered. "Repairing your hymen before age regression would not be a problem. Now if you had a baby..." "A baby?!?" Brad exclaimed, appalled at the idea. "The last thing I want is a baby." "Yes," Professor Chase agreed. "A baby would complicate things at your age. Just ask your mother." Sheila was actually in college when she had Brad and it did change her life. "But we keep a ready supply of birth control pills in our pharmacy and I will be more than happy to write you a prescription." "I'm not taking birth control pills," Brad asserted. "Then if you do have sex, you better pray you don't become pregnant." Professor Chase looked Brad up and down. "Although I'll bet it's safe to say that you and that quarterback would make beautiful babies." "His baby?" Brad asked. "I definitely don't want to have Randy's baby." Brad looked up at Professor Chase who was smiling at him. "Or anybody's baby for that matter." "Then you might want to consider taking me up on my offer." "I'll make another deal with you, Miss Dowdy," Professor Chase told him. "And what's that?" Brad asked sheepishly. "If such a former heterosexual male like yourself breaks down and jumps a guy' s bones... Without getting pregnant of course... Then it would be more documentable proof about our products and I will grant you a significant credit," Professor Chase proposed to him. "But you're going to have to provide me proof." "Proof? What do you mean, proof?" Brad asked. "Just lusting over boys in your mind is not enough," she told him. "But physical evidence proving sexual desire and activity would go a long way." "You mean?" "It's quite simple, Miss Dowdy," she said to him. "You have to lose your virginity." "That's not to happen," Brad told her. Professor Chase was silent for a moment as she stared at Brad's pretty face. "My science against your willpower," she eventually said to him. "What an interesting struggle." Brad grabbed his clutch purse and hurried out of Professor Chase's office as quickly as his short skirt and heels would allow. Brad pulled up at Petula's Garden Caf?, and looked at his watch. He had just enough time to meet his mother for lunch and still make it to work on time. He had a lot to talk to her about, and hoped the outdoor public setting would keep things calm. As Brad walked up to the table, his mother smiled and waved. She was strong and happy on the outside, but trembling underneath. As the blonde with the super long legs approached, she was carefully observing how much her son had changed. She wasn't thinking about his luxurious blonde mane, or how his firm breasts bounced, or even how his eyes had gone from dark brown to baby blue like her own. The differences Sheila was worried about went deeper. It was the way Brad carried himself, navigating in his miniskirt and high heels. It was the way his face had become expressive. It was the way he did his makeup. And lastly, it was the way he sat crossing his legs and placing his purse in his lap in one fluid motion. "So what did you learn from Vivian?" she asked him. "It's true," Brad said, exasperated. "The treatments altered my brain chemistry." "Oh, dear," Sheila said as the smile left her face. She was starting to regret the fact that her son was now her beautiful daughter. Moreso, she regretted encouraging him as she feared her son was disappearing. "Maybe I should send you away for the rest of summer," Sheila suggested. Then at least if something happened, there's no way it would happen with Randy." "Why would you think something is going to happen with Randy?" he asked. But his mother didn't answer. "Doesn't matter. Professor Chase can change my orientation and my gender identity." "That's not possible." "She says it is possible, Mom. They have located certain areas of the brain responsible for that stuff. Using magnetic force that can stimulate it into what it needs to be." "Oh, Honey, that is wonderful," she told him. "How soon can we have it done?" "Immediately. But the bad news is," Brad told her, "it's going to cost 50-grand." "Oh dear," Sheila responded, and cast her eyes downward. "I don't know, Brad," torn at hearing the additional cost. "We just can't keep taking on more and more." "What would you say if I found a way to pay for it?" Brad asked her. "Where would you make that kind of money?" Brad's mother asked him. Brad finally dropped the bomb about the offer to model for Victoria's Secret. Though his mother was worried about the impact of the modeling on his long-term psyche, if they could get his brain chemistry reset, maybe it was worth it. So reluctantly, she agreed to allow him model. And since they were afraid any sexual reorientation would have an effect on his photos, they would wait until after the shoot to have the procedure done. Finished with both his salad and conversation, Brad headed on his way to his short shift at work. "You have arrived at your destination," Brad's GPS said to him as he pulled up in Rebecca's driveway. Though he wasn't due there for several hours, he had a surprise waiting for him at work. Rebecca had covered his shift. "Well aren't you full of surprises?" Brad greeted Rebecca as she opened the front door. "As is your beauty," Rebecca told him. "Every time I see you, you look even prettier than the last." Rebecca's wardrobe generally included something that looked like a man's shirt. And Rebecca also would always have on flat shoes or a very low heel, while Brad found himself teetering on stilettos every shift. But at home, Brad could see Rebecca dressed quite a different part. Rebecca was wearing blue jeans with a light blue button-down shirt, much like a man would wear to casual day at the office. She was also sporting cowboy boots and a Stetson hat. The outfit was quite the opposite of Brad's miniskirt and high heels. Rebecca was used to dressing Brad at work, so by having him report to work first, she had essentially dressed him for the evening. She handed him a red rose she kept hidden behind her back, and led him inside. "So you invited me for dinner," Brad said. "Only I had a late lunch." "Oh I've have a very special dinner planned," Rebecca said to him. "But not just yet. We have plenty of time to get to know each other and maybe we can solve some problems in your 'complicated' relationships." "Well if you have some advice on how to deal with being in love with someone while being attracted to someone completely different, then I'm all ears." "I've got something better," Rebecca told him. "Let's watch a movie." As the two sat down on the sectional couch, Rebecca grabbed her remote and pressed play. The movie was about a woman who was madly in love with her husband. The couple visited the Greek island of Lesbos where they played in the sunshine and made love in the hotel room. Brad noticed how much fun the girl seemed to be having in the outside world, and how much pleasure she was receiving behind closed doors. And her young, handsome husband made love to her paying attention to every square inch of her body, she could see the young wife experiencing pleasures that Brad so secretly desired. But for some reason, the woman needed something more. On a day exploring the town by herself while her loyal husband worked in the hotel room painting her portrait, the woman met another woman who opened her eyes to a new world of sensuous pleasures. By the end of the movie, the woman was receiving attention not from one, but both lovers and experiencing unique aspects about each. "So that's your solution?" Brad asked after the movie ended. "That I try to love them both? Somehow I don't see that working." "I was just trying to open your eyes to new pleasures," Rebecca told him. She was uncomfortably close to Brad and he could feel her breath on his cheek. "New pleasures," Brad said with a giggle. "I sure have had plenty of those lately." "And sex doesn't always have to be about love," Rebecca explained to him. "Sometimes sex can be between friends." "That's exactly what I'm trying to avoid," Brad said as he thought about Randy. "That's what I was trying to tell you about Randy. We've been friends a very long time, and now I'm finding myself attracted to him. But having sex would completely ruin our friendship." "So then Randy might not be your best choice to try sex with," Rebecca said as she gently stroked Brad's cheek. "Perhaps there's someone else who you could agree with upfront not to get emotionally attached to, but could fulfill your sexual desires." "Boy wouldn't that make my life easier," Brad said. "Have you ever kissed a girl, Tiffany?" Rebecca asked Brad. Brad laughed, and once again it came out as a giggle. "Actually, I have." "Did you like it?" Rebecca asked. "Yes," Brad said with another giggle. He was thinking about when he was a guy and he used to kiss Allison. But things were certainly different now. "I'd like to try something with you, Tiffany," Rebecca said to Brad. "Just as friends." Rebecca started off with soft kisses, and the next thing Brad knew, he was making out with a woman. Maybe this was just the thing to kick- start his sexuality back where it should be he thought. Rebecca pulled his top off and went to work on his breasts. Yes. Brad was definitely becoming aroused by this woman. As he looked down, Rebecca had also taken off her shirt and was wearing a boys T-shirt underneath. As Rebecca started working on Brad's pussy, he imagined she was one of the boys in his high school class. Soon enough, Brad orgasmed, and it was now his turn to provide illicit pleasure. Before Brad knew it, he was face to face with Rebecca's pussy. He looked at the slit, the gash, the hole, and wondered how this was supposed to be satisfying. If Brad had a throbbing penis, he could have stuck it in her to experience pleasures he could only imagine. But unfortunately for him, he didn't. Brad had his own slit, his own gash, his own hole. Rebecca's sexual organs were incapable of penetrating his, and his incapable of poking Rebecca's. He began to think of Randy. How Brad walked in on Randy banging his ex-girlfriend Alexis in the shower. Lost in the moment, they didn't even notice Brad standing behind the lockers. Randy's hard cock looked enormous before he buried it deep inside the cheerleader. He remembered the look on her face and tried to imagine what she was feeling. What would that magnificent penis feel like inside of him? The memories flashed in the same sequence of events, but Brad's perspective had changed. Through every moan and chirp, every look of fear and expressions of ecstasy, Brad longed to feel what she felt. Alexis was so lucky. Brad was acutely aware of the fact his sexual mechanisms now worked from the inside out. Trying to refocus on Rebecca and prove something to himself, Brad hesitantly went back to work. He found her clitoris protruded somewhat like a small penis. Like a child not wanting to eat her spinach, Brad tentatively licked Rebecca's pussy. But after a minute or so, Rebecca reluctantly grabbed Brad's shoulders and moved him up for them to cuddle. "You're just not into girls, are you?" "No, I guess I'm not," Brad said with his head gently resting on Rebecca's shoulder. She held him tight and Brad began to relax. Within a few minutes, he was asleep. Then, a male voice bought him back to consciousness. "Ey-lo ladies," Brad heard as his eyes shot open. That voice. There was a man here! "Me llamo Rico." Rico began to unpack the duffel bag he carried. It contained candles and oils. Brad's heart was fluttering in eager anticipation of what was next to come. "I'll bet you're surprised to see him here," Rebecca said. "Who?" Brad asked slightly confused. "Why? Why is a man here?" "He's going to finish me off," she continued. "And if there's anything left, you can play, too." "So you're into guys and girls?" Brad asked. "Girls mostly," Rebecca answered. "I'll do guys when it gets me in bed with a girl I really want." "I still don't understand," Brad said. "Well your obviously not into girls as much," Rebecca told him. The strategy was to control the man, and thereby control the girl. Since Brad wasn't interested in his boss, maybe a hunk like Rico would get Brad's juices flowing. "And if you're not committed to Randy, Rico can bring you home. But first he's going to finish what you started," Rebecca said with excited anticipation. Brad watched as Rico placed candles around the room and opened the containers of oils. From the scent in the air, Brad could tell the oils were already hot. Rebecca laid a big fluffy towel down on the bed and climbed on top of it. She was lying on her back with her legs together waiting for Rico to perform his magic. Brad watched in eager anticipation, becoming aroused as the man made his way over to Rebecca's sectional couch. He started at her feet and worked his way up slowly towards her pulsating vagina. He licked her breasts as his expert fingers danced inside her pussy. Rebecca let out squeals as Rico slowly and methodically found her pleasure centers. Brad's pussy was getting wet as he watched Rico's gentle strength guide Rebecca towards orgasm. Eventually Rebecca's hips were shaking and her orgasm was shooting all over. Now that Rico was finished with her, did Brad dare ask for his turn? But surprisingly, Rico wasn't finished as he dropped his pants and exposed his rock-hard member. For a moment, the sight of Rico's other head startled, if not frightened the female Brad. But then, pure fright gave way to a dangerous thrill. When Rico climbed on top of her and his magnificent cock disappeared inside of her, Brad's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe she could take the whole thing inside of her and as Brad's eyes moved back and forth from their heads to their hips all he could tell was that they were in ecstasy. The look on Rebecca's face didn't show fear and didn't show pain. Her arms were wrapped around the man and she was moving her hips about trying to get it even deeper. Eventually, Brad saw her hips bucking again as she gurgled and cooed in delight. With juices leaking onto the towel, Brad realized she had done it again. Wow! Then Rico pulled his cock out of her and Brad could see it was still rock-hard. Rico stood, and Rebecca dropped to the floor and onto her knees. She began to stroke his throbbing organ and eventually put it in her mouth. Brad's heart was beating even faster as Rico made eye contact with him. "You?" Rico asked in his heavy accent as he pointed at his member. Rebecca was making eye contact with him also as she made faces indicating she was really enjoying herself. "Let me show you," Rebecca said between licks. "I make eet worth you while," Rico said in his deep baritone as he penetrated Brad with his eyes. The thought of Rico's hands all over Brad's body only heightened h