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A Change of Life, part 4 James swerved his SUV with the 5 of us inside, all heading now to the mall for some impromptu shopping. Us 4 black ladies and one gent pulled up ouside the massive mega-mall. We all felt a bit intimidated as we stepped out. It was a bit funny hearing the conscious click-click of our heels on the pavement. Our tights brushed together on our legs as we walked. As we walked, James took my hand and naturally squeezed it tight, and I walked close to him. James told me at first that he was just, "keeping up the charade," in case any other parishioners or people he knew saw us. I told him that it was quite all-right for us to hold hands as if we were dating, just for show. Ryan and Tommy looked back at me a bit funny, but they skipped ahead.....Ryan a bit nevously, and Tommy with a bit more exuberance. Cha'relle was a bit of the "fifth wheel" in our party. "James," I said, "I like holding your hand. Don't ask me why, but it feels ok with me. I am nervous being out in drag like this, but I feel very safe and protected with you." "Don't worry, Dave," said James, "You have nothing to worry about with me." First, we went to the food-court and got something quick to eat. No one looked at us suspiciously... we were just a black famiily out for a day of shopping after church. I did notice that some males were stealing glances at my sons/daughters. We sat there and ate our Chick-Fil-A sandwiches... "So girls," said James, "First, I want to go to a store called Citi- Trends. This store has lots of clothes that are aimed at more of an "urban crowd." I'd like to pick out a few more everyday outfits for you guys to wear, for when you are just hanging out with your girlfriends." "But I thought we were just dressing today, and then one dance lesson just for fun on Thursday, and then we'd be back to boys," said Ryan, somewhat nervously. "Well, yes," said James, somewhat hesitantly, "but for any future work we do together, it would be nice for you girls to just have a few of your own outfits, instead of whatever odds-and-ends I can put together for you. This way you can just dress yourselves at home. Also, Ashanti here wants to pick out some girls clothes of her own." "What a sissy," said Ryan. "Watch your mouth young lady," cautioned James, very sternly. James continued, "Just in case I need you ladies to make an appearance in the future, I want to make sure you have lots of outfits ready for any occasion. You also need more "everyday wear" just for what black-girls would wear on more casual occasions." "Sorry," Ryan/Tanisha said meekly. "I gu-guess I understand." She seemed very cowed. "Also," said James to Tanisha, "I noticed you spent most of the morning in church hanging out with Danielle, but you really need to be interacting with more black kids, to get a feel for your adopted ethnicity. Getting urban attire will help you with this." Cha'relle said, "Oh yes, well, anyway, you girls will just love CitiTrends. You'll be like kids in a candy store in there." So we finished eating and strolled over and entered a medium sized department store that was filled with black people, and a few white people who seemed to be in the "Marky Mark" type of crowd. Ryan and Tommy took off in the store, and they looked completely in-place with the rest of the crowd here. James continued to squeeze my hand tightly, and I felt I was drifting a bit closer to him. It struck me all the sudden how much taller he was than I. This made me realize that whether I appeared as a man or a woman, I would always be perceived as being submissive to him. Even my boys had to recognize that I was nowhere close to the man that James was, both in the sense of his physical prowess, or in his ability to be a provider. Actually though, this sense of inferiority made me in no way feel "lesser," as it actually felt empowering to have James give me large wads of cash and complete freedom to make purchases. Wearing ostentatious and sexy outfits also made me feel important, radiant, and noticeable. "So James," I asked, "Which types of fashions should we be looking for?" "Pick out whatever you want," James replied, "and go try it on. And don't worry, I'll cover everything you buy here on my card. I just want to make sure that you guys don't lack outfits in case I need you again.' "Sure." "I think you girls might like some "low rider" jeans, first off, and maybe some glittery shirts and tops. Some of these shirts here say things like "Princess," and "Hottie" on them. Your girls would look cute and really fit in wearing those." "Whatever all the other girls are wearing," I replied, "is what they should be otufitted in." I noticed some absolutely stunning dresses that were done in fun patterns. One was a blue mini-dress with white polka- dots, and there were more "animal-print" gowns and items of apparel. I selected the blue dress, some tiger-print dresses, and a really cute pink dress, and these would be great additions to the wardrobe that my ex-wife had left me. James said to me, "Don't just stop at dresses, shirts, and pants. Lets get you some lingerie, hosiery, and swimwear, and other accessories." "Do I really need all that stuff?" "Look, I'm treating you today," said James, "Just go nuts, have fun, and get what you want. Be a lady for one day, pampered and treated like a queen." "Ok," I replied, somewhat sweetly. Surely the other patrons in the store took James and myself to be husband and wife, or boyfriend and girlfriend. "It was fun, for me, a crossdresser," to be indulged like this. A massive shopping trip was a fantasy I had dreamed about many times, albeit going out alone and as a white woman." "They also have some shoes here," said James. "Let me go and get Tanisha and Ashanti a few good pairs of ladies' shoes. You can go and try some outfits on in the dressing room." Tanisha and Ashanti had begun looking through racks of clothes.... Ashanti grabbing item after item off of the racks, and Tanisha picking tentatively at the outfits. James went up to Tanisha and whispered something in her ear, and this prompted her to suddenly grab a couple more pairs of pantyhose off of the display. As we were shopping, Ashanti's eyes zeroed in on a black mannequin who was wearing the EXACT tiger-print minidress that I had modeled for my sons in our "fashion show." Ashanti suddenly grew perhaps more excited than I had ever seen her in her entire young life, and she began jumping up and down... "Mamma, can we get it, please Momma." "I don't know," I replied, "I think that dress may be a little "racy" for someone your age, and when would you ever wear it?" "Oh momma," said Ashanti, "It would be so much fun though to have matching dresses and have a mother-daughter experience." I almost laughed out loud... My hyper-masculine, sporty son was choosing which dresses he wanted to wear. "I think its fine," said James assertively, "That would be a perfect dress for Ashanti to wear to a rap concert... By the way, I think Lil'Romeo is coming to the auditorium soon." "Really," said Ashanti.... "O please, Lil' Romeo has so much "swag." And i'd love to wear this dress to go there." I couldn't believe my son was talking about attending a rap concert while dressed as a black girl. "I know some of the other girls from church were planning on going," interjected Cha'relle, "and Ashanti and Tanisha could definitely tag along too." "We'll have to get another dress for Tanisha then," stated James, "As the girls usually get dolled-up for these types of things. Teenage girls always like to get their swag on when they're going to be around some hot boys !!" (Tanisha blushed and "retreated" gingerly). "Ok, fine, fine," I said helplessly. I did not want to get my sons into more dresses, but James and Cha'relle seemed very insistent on getting my boys laced up into every possible feminine garment and stuck in loads of new girly situations." Ashanti was given permission to try on the dress, and her face became extremely bubbly... She ran over and hugged James. Tanisha was then guided to a purple minidress with one strap that she agreed to go and try on. After we all had secured large armfuls of purchases, James insisted we go in the dressing room and try on our new apparel. Outside of the dressing room, James was seated and expected us to come out and display our new fashions for him. Being "new girls," we were expected to prove to him that our colors matched and that our outfits fit appropriately... I went into the dressing room with Ashanti and had her change into the cute tiger-print minidress. She wore this over her white tights. Then, I changed out of my church outfit and into an orange-plush-velvet tracksuit, with a matching blazer and sweats. It felt crazy to be stuck in a dressing room with my son, my masculine pride and joy, and getting him fitted into a dress. I had to check to make sure his large breasts adequately fit into the "bust" of the dress, and didn't spill out. He seemed to be in 7th-heaven as I straightened his short hemline around his tights, and made sure the dress wasn't "too short." (The dress just barely covered his tighted crotch)..... I was shocked by the contrast between his ebony skin and the white of the tiger-print dress. He acted completely like a young girl out for a day of trying on sexy clothes. I stood behind him in the dressing room and looked into the mirror. We looked like a lovely black mother and daughter. We both smiled at the same time, revealing long lines of white teeth behind our dark faces. It was a kodak moment. We tried on several ensembles and came out and spun around for James, who nodded approvingly. He told me that I was the "essence of Nubian femininity" (whatever the heck that meant).... I also periodically went over to the next dressing room to make sure that Tanisha was able to dress herself adequately. For one of the changes, James had picked out a sparkly-blue knee-length gown that Tanisha would be expected to wear for a school-dance. The disgust on Tanisha's face was evident when I switched over to her dressing room and helped her pull the dress up over her blue tights... "Dad, this is so sissy," she said. "Keep yo' voice down girl," I replied, "You knows they all can hear you." "I don't care dad," said Ryan, "This is getting crazier and crazier and I have to back out. Here we are, two men dressed as black woman. You are my father for god-sakes, and you're helping me change into a new strapless bra !!!" "Look, just get through today," I said, "And we'll talk when we get home." "We're sinking further and further in," he replied. Trying a new strategy, I said, "Well, surely Danielle would be disappointed if 'Tanisha' turned out to really be a guy." "Yeah, I guess so dad," said Ryan, "I guess its ok to do this if it means getting to hang out with Danielle again." Much to his disgust, however, Ryan was forced to head out and uncomfortably model 12 or 13 outfits, including his new dresses, for a large, lustful, and controlling black man. He was cringing inside, but I saw definite hints of Tanisha coming out. Ryan modeled low-rider jeans, studded-belts, animal-print tops, clunky heels, and many articles of apparel that would be worn by the typical teenage black hottie. James made our purchases in advance as the clerk came over and scanned all of our items with a mobile gun.... After this, James insisted we change out of our church clothes and spend the rest of the day in new outifts we bought. Our dresses and tights were put in our bags. I stayed in my plush velvet tracksuit, and my boys both wore low-cut jeans, and two monochromatic tops. Ryan's top was black and spelled out "Sexy" across his large bust in rhinestones. Tommy wore a tight white top that did not feature any writing. Both had to wear bras underneath, to prevent "bounciness". Ryan was embarassed, in a mortifying way, about his new outfit and how it displayed his new prominent bosom... Another thing was that the low-rider jeans both displayed the fact that my boys were wearing THONGS... Ryan wore a purple thong, and Tommy a pink one. Both were VERY visible, especially when they bent over. Ryan caught a look of his new "thong situation" in the mirror, and was terrified. James, however, had earlier given specific instructions to my boys about the final outfits they were to change into. "James," said Ryan nervously, "PLEASE let me go and change, I can't wear this out and about. What if someone sees me ??" James did not even deign to respond. With many bags in clutch, we visited several more stores at the mall, including one store named "Afrotique," where we picked up more clothes. We also visited a makeup-counter where James splashed about 500$ for us for a massive array of beauty products. We picked up more underwear, thongs, lingerie, and swimwear (as the girls might have to attend a "pool party" this summer)... Ryan looked like a severely shell-shocked black female soldier at this point. He made a few complaints about how he hated wearing a thong, and about how his underwear "rode up," but James told him that he had to dress the way most other black girls his age dressed. James reinforced to Ryan and Tommy how incredibly convincing they looked. It was true, as both fit right in, and I noticed Ryan even drawing several furtive stares from groups of black teenage boys... As we continued shopping, we also stopped in a Music store, where the girls went in and picked up several unfamiliar discs..... - Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Jay-Z, etc.... "I didn't know you girls liked rap and soul music," I asked? "Tommy, er, Ashanti, picked them out," said Ryan, somewhat disgusted. "I think its great that you girls are listening to this type of music," said James. "Yeah," said Tommy enthusiastically, "Beyonce be da bomb !!!" "I sighed uncontrollably as the new CDs were tossed into our growing pile of purchases." Tommy had also started making small-talk with another cute little black girl who was standing by the 50-Cent display close to the register of the CD-store. I briefly pondered how both my boys usually preferred to listen to regular Country or Rock Music. Ashanti continued to chat with her new friend, going on and on in "Ebonics," until James finally nudged her on the shoulder and informed her that we still had many more places to go. The two girls, however, exchanged cell-phone #s and apparently made some plans to text later. Throught this experience (or ordeal, as one might find it,) I found myself growing naturally closer and closer to James. I was squeezing his hand without a second thought. James was very much the gentleman and he handled me like a delicate flower. I did not think at all about "Dave Miller" or the myriad of issues he was currently facing. As we left the mall, we passed by a large bridal boutique, and I couldn't help but look and admire the gowns, thinking the odd thought that one day, that may even be me wearing a wedding dress. I had the crazy thought that I would wear white tights and flowerly lingerie under my wedding gown, and that my two daughters (no, SONS !!) could serve as bridesmaids. But such fleeting thoughts soon disappeared as we were hustled back into the car. It was already getting a bit late (around 3:30), and I assumed that James and Cha'relle would be wanting to get us back and changed to men for our regular work and school weeks... ---- As we drove away with our copious purchases, James informed us that we still had one more destination to get to before they closed early on Saturday. We were all curious.... James informed us that for our fun dance class next Thursday, we should go and get fitted for the dancewear attire we needed. Ryan protested at once, and said that we already had enough leotards and tights around the house, but James decisively interjected and informed us that we also needed pink ballet slippers. We would also be needing some other accessories, like wrap-skirts and dance bags. Also, James informed us, we really needed to make sure we purchased leotards and tights that fit well, as all of us had a "bigger-bust" and could possibly "spill out" of our one-piece nylon garments. Again, Ryan was overpowered by this logic. He meekly slumped into the back seat of the SUV, and we continued our crucible heading to a cute girls dancewear store across town, "Tutu's R' Us." I don't think he was looking forward to wearing leotards again. The front of the store was very feminine and featured displays of colorful leotards, tutus, and dance dresses. Ryan cringed just entering. It was a store that NO man would ever enter, not even a male dancer. As we walked in, two cute little white girls and their mother were heading out, giggling and bubbly. The little girls carried pink bags filled with purchases, and were wearing shorts, headbands, and cut-off tights, clearly on their way to a dance class. Ryan clearly wanted to turn and sprint away as fast as he could, and Tommy seemed at least neutral towards entering. However, even if Ryan had turned and run away, he could not have gotten very far in his heels, tight jeans, and thong !!! And anyway, Ryan was for all intents and purposes a black girl, and he could not have become a white boy again without James's help in getting his skin creame off... So we all entered the store, and we were greeted by a teenage female sales clerk, who clearly reacted to us as if we were just a typical "dance family" with two teenage female dance students. "Hi there," she said eagerly !! Tommy sprinted off to rummage through racks of leotards. As if Ryan was embarassed enough, he turned to me and whispered, "Dad, that's Alicia, a girl from my school !!! This is so humiliating. What if I get caught !! I'll NEVER live this down. I'll get pulverized by the Varsity Football team, or worse !!" "Don't worry son," I replied, "You make a very convincing black girl. And anyway, lets just get through this and no one will notice. We're just buying a few more clothes and leaving." "Ok," came the reluctant answer. As Ryan went off to stare at packages of tights, James went up to Alicia and began explaining that, "My daughters are new to ballet, but they need the right attire for their first class. They have also started on the "Soul Sista's" squad, so can you make sure that they get everything they need." "Of course," Alicia said sweetly, "I think they can select any color of leotard they want, and pink or white ballet tights, and lets get them fitted for ballet slippers too." Ryan tried hard not to make eye-contact with Alicia, but the cute brunette sales clerk approached him and said, "You can pick as many leos as you want and try them on. You should try on tights underneath too when you go into the dressing room, to see how your whole outfit looks. Normally we charge for tights when you open up the package, but your father says he's covering everything. Then, when you get your tights on, come out and we'll get you fitted for ballet slippers and dance shoes." "Stepfather," Tanisha said brusquely. "Oh, ok," said Alicia. "Sorry," said Tanisha, "Its been a long day." "Right, well, cool, find what you like and go back and get changed." Tommy had grabbed 3 or 4 leotards and some more pairs of tights. I had also found a few leotards that caught my eye. I grabbed a purple one with cap-sleeves, and a standard black leotard. The leotards were made out of a very nice and stretchy material that was a nylon-cotton blend, and the leos had cute "princess seams." James handed Ryan a very cute long-sleeved leotard that featured black and white polka-dots, a short black skirt, and white ruffles underneath the skirt. Attached to the skirt was a white applique rose. I saw Ryan holding up the leotard gingerly from a distance, and I knew that it would look very cute on him. Ashanti also saw it, and she ran over and looked jealously... "Na, Annh," she said, "That be so cute. I wanna wear that leotard so badly." "Well, it is Tanisha's," said James, "As your older sister found it first, but you can surely wear it when Tanisha doesn't want to." "Not fair," Ashanti said petulantly as she stamped her foot, "Why does Tanisha also get all of the CUTE leotards ?? Tanisha had also found a very cute pink leotard with long-sleeves and an attached skirt, of which there was only one in "adult" sizes." "There are more then enough leotards for us all to wear," said James, "And there are enough cute ones here for you both to buy, and share. But now, why don't you go and try your new dancewear on in the changing rooms." Alicia said to Tanisha, "Be sure to let me know if you need help. And when you are ready, shout for me to let me see if your leotard fits properly. I need to make sure that you can have complete freedom of motion without your bust spilling out, or the bottom of your leotard riding up too much. You are a girl who has more of a "bigger-bust," so you need to really choose the right outfits." "Yeah, sure," said Ryan. Alicia then said, "Do any of you need help putting on your tights, by the way?" (I was also going to try on the leotards and tights I liked)... Alicia continued, "I just ask because I know that girls who haven't worn tights much before have a hard time getting them on, and I'd hate to see you tear them and ruin a pair." James then interjected, "Yeah, I think Tanisha may need help changing. Ashanti is probably fine." "Well then," Alicia said, "Lets go back to the dressing room and I can help you get your tights and leotard on, and make sure everything fits properly. I'll also come back to check on you two and make sure you get changed correctly." I headed off to the dressing room that was centered between Ashanti's on the left, and Ryan on the right. Alicia went into the tiny white/mirrored room with Ryan, both girls in oddly close proximity. I kind of figured maybe James set Ryan up for this, as maybe he figured my son had a big crush on Alicia. Or maybe he did it to give Ryan more tutorial in putting on hosiery. Anyway, I began to strip down and pull my new white opaque dance tights out of the package, innocently listening in to the conversation in the next room, as the girls entered.... "Thanks for helping me change," said Ryan, "Even though Is don't really needs help putting on tights." "It doesn't hurt," said Alicia, "As the tights are 14 bucks, and there are a lot of techniques to getting them up to where you don't run them and ruin them. I even have a tutorial I have printed up for dancers that shows them how to put on tights, step-by-step, so they don't ruin a bunch of good pairs. I'll just help you get them on this time." I heard the sounds of rustling clothes as Tanisha was probably taking off her jeans and top, and white tights were being pulled out of the package. I got my own tights on up to my knees, and prepared to tug them up over my white panties. My light blue leotard was ready. Anyway, Alicia told Ryan to sit down on the bench. She then said, "Ok, the first thing to do is take one leg of the tights and roll them down to the foot. This way, you can just step into them without having to run your long toe-nails down the nylon leg-sheath. This is what causes most runs. You also want to do it slowly, so you don't pull the material." She did the same for both of Ryan's feet. "Then," said Alicia, "While you are still sitting, pull them up to your knees, like this. Then, you should stand up, and gently wiggle the tights, up your hips, from side to side, like I am doing now. Again, if you try and do it too fast, you will tear them." I got my tights all the way up my legs and tummy, with the waistband of my white tights coming to just underneath my prodigious black boobs. I then got on my blue short-sleeved leotard. Alicia then said, "Now, get the tights up over your hips, and then pull them up over your belly button. Next, go back up and down each leg, gathering the material and pulling them nice and tight over your legs. to where they are smooth. Be really careful that you don't tear the tights with your nails. I am pulling up your tights and smooting them out for you now, but you'll do this in the future." "Also, make sure your gusset is firmly centered around your middle, and that everything is pulled taughtly around your undersided. You don't want lots of gaps in material between the tops of your tights and your panties." I could only imagine Ryan's feelings at that moment as Alicia was running her hands up and down his legs, over his body. If Ryan was a boy, maybe he would have acted on his feelings and flirted with her or asked her out, but for now, he was just a girl being helped out by an attentive sales-clerk. Anyway, Alicia said, "Ok, now that your tights are on, lets get you in your leotard. The best thing to do is to step through the neck-opening into both leg holes, like this. Then, you just pull the leotard up, and put your arms through the sleeves. This is a really cute leotard, by the way." "Thanks," Tanisha said sheepishly. "Make sure the leotard is pulled nice and tight against your crotch, so you have freedom of motion and security down there. Anyway, the important thing is to make sure the leotard is well-cut around your butt, and that your panties don't show underneath. Everything looks good down below. Also, this leotard seems to fit well around your bust, and you aren't going to "spill out." However, I would suggest you wear a white or tan bra undereath." "Okay." "Anyway," said Alicia, "You look great in your new outift, but let me go and check on your mom and sister to make sure they all got fitted properly for their dance clothes. Go out and sit in the shoe area, and I'll come back and get you ballet slippers." Ryan left the dressing room and headed out to wait with James. Cha'relle had left us and went to go buy some sodas from a local Walgreens. James greeted Ryan with evident approval. Alicia came and checked me, tugging on the bottom cut of my leotard, around my butt-line, to make sure that it fit correctly and wasn't too high-cut. My white panties did ride lower than my leotard, but Alicia suggested that I wear a high-cut thong if I ever tried an adult ballet class. This would make me more discreet and not give me panty-lines. I told her I probably would. She also told me if i wore a light-colored leotard, that thong-print panties and dark colors would show through, especially under white or pink tights. Alicia checked Tommy next, who looked so cute in a baby-pink leotard and pink tights. The outfit was perfect for him and made him look so girlish, and the pink contrasted well with his beautiful ebony skin. I told him he should wear that on Thursday. We both headed out together to get or ballet slippers. Tommy was almost jumping for joy, ecstatic in his new outfit. "Momma, we are both ballerinas," he exclaimed !!! "I know suga, you look so great !!" I was shocked by how muscular and well-developed his legs looked in the tights. As we headed back to the lobby, we saw Ryan out there, twirling around for James in the polka-dot leotard that Tommy had envied earlier, and Ryan was wearing this with white tights. He seemed rather happy and content now. He also looked absolutely stunning in the tight outfit. I was really starting to see him as an actual girl, and not just as a reluctant boy "playing a part." Alicia had us sit down and fitted us for the correct ballet slippers. We all had relatively small shoe-sizes for guys, but we were told that black women typically had larger feet. We all looked so cute as the new pink slippers contrasted with our angelic white tights. Alicia told us that ballet slippers wore out once every few months, so we would probably get a 2nd pair today and have to come back some time from now. James also had us fitted for shiny-black tap shoes and another pair of tan shoes for jazz dance. The tan shoes had a very cute low-heel. The black tap-shoes all had cute little black bows on the instep. The tap shoes looked like really cute Mary-Janes. After we were fitted for shoes, it was about time to call it a day. Alicia insisted that we could just stay in our leotards and tights for the ride home, but explained that most girls usually covered up with warm-ups, tight tops, and booty shorts on the way to and from dance class. Most girls typically come to class and wear their dance clothes underneath sweats, and just change at the studio. To this end, James insisted that we add more "accessories" to complete our dancewear wardrobe. We picked up 8 or 9 pairs of tight shorts that spelled out in glittery letters things like "Juicy", or "Sexy Dancer" across the back. Many of the shorts were in cute colors like pink, and were very short and tight around our butts. We picked up a few tank- tops, flip-flops, wrap-skirts tight black sweat-pants, and other accessories so we could "cover-up" going to and from dance class. Ryan turned to me and quietly said, "Dad, there is no way we will ever wear all of this." "Son," I said, "You are getting free clothes. Not much in life comes free, so just enjoy it." James also selected for us 3 cute pink dance-bags that we would carry with our purses to dance class. Alicia told us it was customary for dancers to keep in here their spare tights, a spare leotard, and their other dance shoes, and any other accessories like deodorant they may need. After an afternoon, we had raided the dancewear store for absolutely EVERYTHING two aspiring dancers may need. James dropped another massive purchase on his credit card, the total which I did not see. I know Alicia was absolutely thrilled that we visited her today, as obviously big sales are rare at a ballet store, and she explained that she worked on commission.... "Come back to visit me any time," she said eagerly. She was a really cute little girl who was an aspiring ballerina herself, and she was trying hard to get into an elite dance school. She worked here as her side-job in high-school to make spending money. My sons/daughters quickly put on tight shorts over the bottoms of their leotard, and changed from their tap shoes into pink flip-flops. (We were told wearing our dance shoes on pavement would ruin them). Ryan was now wearing a pair of "Juicy" shorts, and Evan wore a pair of "PINK" shorts in pink and black. Both girls looked so cute.... every bit as adorable and natural black girls. We had been at this for so long that our male thoughts became increasingly distant. Anyway, with massive loads of bags in tow, we headed out again to meet up with Cha'relle. James had picked up about 18 leotards for all of us, 20 pairs of tights in white, black, tan, and pink, dance briefs, and long-line dance bras. We had also gotten our shoes for every type of dance, and appropriate warm-up and outerwear. It had been such a long day, and we were so famished that we had to stop at McDonalds for a quick bite to eat. My girls were ready to go in and order their customary BigMacs and Large-Fries, but James stepped in and defiantly limited all of us to garden salads, explaining that, "we now needed to watch our girlish figures." As if to rub salt in the wound, he ordered a massive Quarter-Pounder meal and an extra chicken sandwich to boot !! We were so jealous sitting there watching him eat. However, as I discreetly told my boys, it was our place as females and out of respect that we should act deferentially to James. I also thought that the garden salad I ate tasted a bit "different." I pointed this out to James, but he said it was probably just due to my lipstick rubbing off and entering my greens. I just agreed and thought nothing of it. It was a quiet dinner, and we all ate silently until Ryan got up to refill his iced-tea. Just as he got up, however, an unfortunate thing happened that shattered the image of the perfect adopted-family we had created. Ryan, looking cute in his shorts and tights, had strolled right past 3 tall and strong teenaged black boys who had just entered McDonalds. All of the black boys were dressed in "gangsta" apparel, with basketball jerseys and doo-rags. As Ryan walked by, the boys looked at his voluptuous rear-end, and they grinned and whistled........ "Dayumn Girl," the one said with confidence, "You's got some junk in da trunk, fo sure." It was true, as Ryan's posterior was a bit "fleshy," especially given his shorts. Ryan was utterly shocked and had no idea what to do or how to react in this situation. He spun around, flabbergasted. It even came up faster than James could react. It was terrifying that Tanisha would not react as a proper teenage girl, and be "outed". She just looked at the three lustful boys, wide-mouthed, and said nothing. They obviously regarded her as "baby momma" material, and they were looking at her with a very strong interest. But then, the one teenage boy did something that completely crossed the line. He reached out and slapped and then grabbed her ass, squeezing for a good long second. Tanisha reacted with complete shock and horror. "Dayum girl, yous be so fine. Maybe yous can give me yo digits and wes can go out some time ??" Tanisha was still speechless at the fact that a muscular black boy had come on to her so overtly. How could she be in this situation !! As I sat there helplessly and watched my daughter's predicament, James even had to step in, to prevent a catastrophic situaton. Physically, Ryan was no match for the three black boys, and it was not fair for Ryan to have to endure this, even though he'd be expected to interact with other teenage African-American males in unstructured situations. James strode up and overpowered the youths, and he verbally berated the gang once and for all on "lessons in common decency." Within a few minutes, the black kids were a quivering mass, and slunk out of the restaurant. Tanisha was shocked and shattered that she had been violated in such a manner. "I'm sorry, my dear," said James, "Those boys went too far. Come on, and lets go home." James held Tanisha in a protective embrace. ----- We finally headed back to the comfort of our home. Not much was said on the ride. Ryan practically sprinted out of the garage, and into his bedroom, where he tore off his leotard and tights, and quickly came back down in his T-shirt and shorts. He demanded that James get him changed back this instant, and he reverted to his male voice and speech patterns. "Now now, young lady," said James, "I will get you changed back shortly, but while you are still appearing as a girl, I expect you to act that way." "Not in MY house," said Ryan, "I'll act like a guy here all I want !!" "Fair enough," said James, "I know what happened was shocking, but it is the kind of thing that teenaged black girls should obviously expect, especially in social situations. I know it wasn't right, but it happens. I'm so sorry. We'll talk about it later." James then obliged Ryan and took him in the bathroom, where he delicately removed his hair pins and took off his styled wig. Ryan was tittering with impatience to get out of "Tanisha Mode," but James took his sweet time on my darling daughter. Tommy and I watched intently. James next used a solution that took off Tanisha's mammoth fake boobs, and he undid her vaginal prosthetic. Ryan's fair skin around his crotch area was re- revealed which contrasted sharply with his chocolate skin. There was a very visible sigh of relief on Ryan's face as she began to morph back towards being a boy. James was mercifully allowing him/her to shift back and re-adopt her male persona. Ryan still seemed so submissive as James was manipulating him back towards boy-mode. It was clear that James could have kept him (or any of us) as black females for as long as he wished. "Those boys were just flirting with you," James said to a lachrymose Tanisha, "Nothing serious was meant to it." "Fine," said Tanisha, "I still kind of want to go to the dance lesson on Thursday, to hang out with Danielle, and I'd like to possibly make some more money too for doing this." Tanisha's white features reemerged as James removed her makeup, and then used the solution to allow her tanning creame to come off in the shower. James placed Tanisha's wig on a large styrofoam bust. James actually explained to Ryan that even though he'd be a white boy until Thursday, he was expected to take special care of this wig and all of his new clothes. Ryan was expected to have the wig ready to wear on Thursday and be styled into a ballet bun by Cha'relle, before ballet class. As he showered, Ryan was given a verbal "task" to undo all of the braids and stylings in his hair, and let it fall down to its natural-state. The rest of the black cream spilled out of the shower and down the drain, and it took about 15 minutes to comprehensively wash off. Ryan was back to having his fair skin and blonde hair, and all of his male features. His makeup was all gone. Any hint that this person had ever been a stunning black girl named "Tanisha" seemed to be an implausible memory. Ryan quickly re-tossed on his T-shirt and shorts, but he was upset by the fact that he'd have to take care of "Tanisha's" things, and keep all of his new clothes and underwear in his room. He kept his new tights and panties next to his boy's underwear in his underwear drawer. Ryan was muttering about having to bring all of these "sissy things" and have them sorted in his dresser, as Tommy and I were "undid" by James. Also, Ryan's voice was still a bit girlish and high-pitched, even though he was still attempting to speak with male intonation. James reassured him that the vocal spray would wear off overnight, and he'd be back to speaking as a boy by tomorrow. Ryan was pissed, and said to James, "What if my friends come over and find my room is full of girl's clothes ??" "They are your clothes now," said James, "so just get used to it. Also, I expect you to wear them around the house. I paid good money for them." Ryan grumbled something and sprinted off... "Wait," said James, as he pulled out the cash payments for all of us and handed us the wads. This suddenly put Ryan in a much better mood. Ashanti became my son "Tommy" again, even though she dashed off to change into a pair of tan tights and a pink nightgown (clothes like these quickly became her "home uniform." Even though she was a white boy, she seemed very eager to dress around the house). James approved. As James got me changed over, bringing Dave back, I said to him, "Oh James, I had the most wonderful day. I can't thank you enough for all you have done for me, and for us. Thank you so much for all of the purchases. This is way more than I ever expected, and I can never repay you." "The pleasure is all mine," responded James, "I received 5 million dollars as part of my cut in a class-action settlement last year. A trial-lawyer makes more than enough." "So you're my "sugar daddy' now," I replied, somewhat sweetly, as James removed my vaginal panties and pulled my hard penis out of the nylon sheath, re-revealling my concealed manhood? He was fast and quick with his hands around my crotch-area, bringing aspects of Dave Miller back to life, like a masterful puppetteer. "Let me be honest with you, Dave," said James, "You are someone I care about. When I first met you, you were a person in pain. You had a need and you were crying out for an obvious void in your life. Being LaShaunda has given you a purpose. You may also think that being a black woman is humiliating, but I think you are finding more and more that acting this way is actually empowering." "Maybe," I said, "I may need years and years of therapy after today to get this sorted out." "As a male," James continued, "You might be feeling repressed and unconfident. However, perhaps you might embrace a new alter-ego as a healthy, heterosexual black woman? You've surpassed anyone's expectations as LaShaunda." "I'm just so confused right now," I said, almost ready to cry as James detached my breasts. James next began to delicately wipe off my lipstick and makeup, staring into my eyes as he did such. "I'm sorry Dave," said James, "Listen, I may have overstepped my bounds both in this conversation, and with this whole experience. I never meant to humiliate you guys, or make you women, make you gay, or to feminize you. To be honest, you were so convincing as LaShaunda, that I got far too encouraged and took this much further than I ever wanted to." "Its ok," I said with sniffles, "I had fun." "Listen," said James, "I should have never drawn you in as much as I did. I can still pay you to be LaShaunda, and Ashanti can do her fun dance lesson on Thursday (but not Tanisha, as I know she isn't enthusiastic about being a girl)... I understand. What happened to Tanisha in the restaurant was also kind of a wake-up-call.... even though I tried to play it off like nothing happened, having her ass squeezed is nothing that your son should have to deal with. I should have never gotten your boys involved, as they'll get confused in so many ways.... I think we should just finish out our commitments and drop all of this with you guys being black women, and have you act as males 100% of the time. That is the only correct and healthy thing to do." "No, Wait," I said, "I don't want to quit. I know it is hard, painful, and confusing, but I want to continue being LaShaunda for you when you need me to be. And not just for the money. I genuinely like you and everything you have done for us. No one has ever been so generous to us, or has noticed us the way you have." "I can keep paying you to be LaShaunda," said James, "but I think its only right to keep your boys out of it. Its not healthy for them at this point. I've gotten you all worked up too." "Tommy adores you," I protested, "and if you look at him, he's really taking to everything you are doing for him. Just let him do the dance lesson, as I know he has his heart set on it." "No problem," said James, "Listen, I have to go as I have an early meeting, but we'll sit down and have a long hard talk about this later. Maybe you can come over tomorrow night, actually, where we can sit down and discuss exactly what our future relationship will be together." "You are such a lawyer," I replied. You speak so well... "Ok, I'll come over and we can just hang out, and watch the baseball game, and you make a plan for all the times in the future I'll appear as LaShaunda. I agree it might be best to keep Ryan out of all this from here on out." Later, while dressed as men, Tommy and I went and hung up our new clothes in our closets. We thought it funny that we both had matching orange/white tiger print dresses. "Will we get a chance to wear these together, daddy," said Tommy ? "We'll see son, we'll see...." After that, Tommy went to his room, where his new Beyonce CD was blaring from his Boombox (if you like it then you should have put a ring on it !!), and i heard him on his cell-phone, chatting away with his new friend. The most shocking thing, however, as I put my head to the door, was that Tommy was doing so in ebonics, with a cute girls voice, and they were discussing which boys at the mall had really caught their eye !!! I realized I might have to think long and hard about how deep and involved my boys were going to fall into this experience.