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THE MAKING OF CINDI By Betty Noone SATURDAY As I do most Saturday mornings, I am in the bakery getting my warm sweet rolls for breakfast. The bakery is a popular place on Saturdays and I had to take a number and wait my turn. As I am waiting a young boy who looks to be about fifteen years old, comes up to me and says, "I love your shoes. Are they Blahnik's?" I know about Blahnik. I am not about to spend $2,000 for a pair of shoes. My shoes weren't Blahnik's but they were knock-offs of his design. I looked at this kid and the thought occurs to me, "What boy talks about shoes, let alone knows the name 'Blahnik'." He looked to be about five foot eight, but was quite skinny. He was dressed in a polo shirt, jeans and sneakers and unlike the kids his age who love to dress sloppy, he looked neat. "You like them?" I asked not answering his question. "I love them." Just then my number was called and I ordered my three warm sweet rolls, paid for them, all the while this boy was standing next to me, waiting his turn. I was about to leave and I don't know what came over me but I asked him, "My place is just down the block. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? I will share my rolls with you, too." He told me that he worked for the coffee shop on the corner, and that they ran out of sweet rolls this morning and he was picking up an order to take back to the shop. But if I could wait until he delivered his package, he would love to come with me for a coffee and chat. That's funny, I don't recall me mentioning a chat. This is a strange youngster. He is intriguing me, so I told him that if he didn't take too long I would wait. He grabbed his two dozen rolls, paid for them, and ran out of the store. I waited ten minutes for him to show up, and then figured that was the end of it, and began to walk to my apartment building. What I haven't told you about me is that I have to walk slowly. I am five foot five, people tell me that I have a sweet face, but the last time I weighed myself I was 240 pounds. I am a fat girl. Also, next month I am coming up to my birthday. The big 3-0. I know lots of girls have a problem with turning 30, but so far it hasn't bothered me. I have always been chubby, but when I got into my early twenties I found that I was not attractive to the boys who preferred skinny girls. There were always the wise acres who would date me figuring that I was an easy lay because I was fat and dateless. They didn't fool me, and I prefer my own company rather than be with those condescending jerks! I realized that the chances of me having the romantic lover was slim, and so I satisfied myself with eating. And I turned from chubby to fat. Even so, my physicals show that I am in good shape, but obviously not athletic. So, I eat a lot and I sit around a lot. I no longer even pretend to watch my diet, and eat whatever I please. It seems that no matter how much or how little I eat my weight stays about the same. I am about 25 feet from the bakery when I hear, "Wait up! I'm coming!" It is my young friend running towards me. When he got to me he was so winded that he had to put his hands on his knees and bend over, panting, until he was able to catch his breath. He apologized, saying that he had to take care of a few customers, and that he was happy that he was able to catch up to me. I have a three bedroom apartment in this 12 flat building that my parents own. It means that I have no rent to pay. I do have a job which I have had for the past five years or so doing the books for a small manufacturer. Between my salary and the fact that I have no rent or utilities to pay, I can live quite well. O.K. not well enough to buy Blahnik shoes, but other than that, well enough. My little friend told me that his name was John and I told him mine was Mary. My place is on the first floor of the three story courtyard building and when we went in to my place I told him to sit in the living room and I would make some coffee. He said he would like tea instead, if I have it. Herbal tea. I have tea, but only good old Lipton's and he said that was all right. Herbal tea? I began to suspect that this was not an ordinary boy. I did forget to mention that although I keep myself clean at all times, I am a slob at home. My kitchen sink is full of unwashed dishes from at least the past week. Until I run out of dishes and silverware I don't bother to wash them. I had to scrounge to find a couple of cups and small plates, wash them and then I made a cup of coffee for myself and put some water on to boil for John's tea. I have a single serving coffee maker and it doesn't take long for a good cup of coffee to be made. Shortly I brought out the drinks and rolls on a tray, and set it down on the fingermarked coffee table. He took a sweet roll, cut it in half, and placed the other half back on the tray. No wonder he looks skinny! I ate two of the rolls and before I was through ate his other half as well. We began to talk. He tells me that he is a high school graduate (at 15?) but never had a desire to go to college. What surprised me the most was that he tells me that he is 22 years old. The kid looks 15!. I insisted that he show me his driver's license as I could not believe it, and he did, and he is. I questioned him about his lifestyle, and he tells me that he knows that he is girlish, but he didn't think that he was gay. He said he liked girls, and often had friendships with them. He tells me that as soon as one of his girlfriends finds a macho boyfriend, she breaks up with him. It is always at the insistence of the boyfriend who doesn't want his girl to hang out with me. So he tells me that he has a lonely life. His parents asked him to leave the house after his high school graduation as they were convinced that their son was gay and it was against the teachings of their church. He gets a card from them on his birthday, but other than that he has had no contact with them since he left their house. He is renting a room with a family, and is paying them $400.00 a month, just for the room. He works as a barista at the coffee shop and that doesn't pay much over minimum-wage. He says it doesn't leave him with any money for extras. As he is telling me this, I began to feel sorry for him. The poor thing. I was about to offer him my spare bedroom when I caught myself and thought, 'Wait a minute. I don't really know anything about this kid. Maybe what he is telling me is all crap!" So, I kept quiet and did not make any offer of assistance. I commented on how delicate his hands and feet were. He says, he knows that he has small hands and feet for a man, and that his hands could pass for a girl's, but that is genetic and there is nothing he could do about it even if he wanted to. I got the impression that he liked having small hands and feet. We finished our repast and I put the plates back on the tray to take them to the kitchen, when he stands and takes the tray from my hands and starts for the kitchen. No. I don't want him to see my kitchen. But it is too late and when he walks in, he stops and looks around in amazement. He sees the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, I am sure he notice the crumbs on the floor, and maybe he sees that the floor had not been washed in a long time. "I'm not a very good housekeeper," I explained. "Oh, Mary." he said. "I can't do it today, but may I come back tomorrow morning and clean up this place for you? You are the first person in a long time who has treated me like a human being, and it will not only be my pleasure to do this but my treat." "You can come tomorrow to clean if you want to, but I insist that I pay you for it. I'll give you a hundred dollars for the day. I think that is the going rate for house cleaners around here." "No. No. I admit I could really use the money, but I would like to do something for you." "You will either take the hundred or don't come." "Is eight o'clock too early?" "I'll be here. Would you like for me to have some sweet rolls?" SUNDAY Promptly at eight the buzzer rang. I buzzed him in and he came into the house. He is wearing a tee, cut-off Levi's and sneakers with no socks. I greet him with a hug, which he not only accepts, but hugs me back. He tells me that he has a lot to do, that why don't I make myself comfortable and he will get busy. He didn't want any tea as he said he ate at his coffee shop before he came. The first place he went was into the kitchen where he began to work on the dishes, silverware, pots and pans. He took all the stuff piled in the sink and placed them on the counter. Filled the sink with hot, soapy water. He asked if I had any rubber gloves, and I told him to look in the junk drawer. He opened three drawers before he found the right one and did find a pair of rubber gloves which he donned. He also found SOS pads under the sing and got to work. He put on the radio to a music station, and from time to time I heard him humming to the music. It took over an hour before the dishes were done. He wiped the shelves before he stacked the dishes. He never came to ask me where to place anything but used his judgment to make the place nice. After a while, I didn't hear any dishes clatter, so I peeked into the kitchen and saw John on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor and then wiping it dry. The kitchen was the worst room in the house and it took him almost three hours before he was finished cleaning it. Again it was quiet in the kitchen but I did not get up from reading my book to check on him. I was surprised when he shortly came out with a tray holding our lunch. He found some canned soup and made grilled cheese sandwiches with potato chips and pickle. He served it on the cocktail table, but not before wiping it clean with glass cleaner. We ate together and talked, and I began to realize that this kid (I can't get 'kid' out of my mind when I think of him) is the real thing. After lunch he put the dishes in the dishwasher, the dishwasher that I haven't used in years. and began to clean the rest of the house. He next started in my bedroom and bathroom. He changed the sheets on my bed, and made the bed putting the coverlet and shams in place...something I never do. I just pull the blankets over the linens and let it go at that. He asked where the vacuum cleaner is, and I had to think about where I put it last, it has been so long. And then he vacuums the entire place where there is carpet. It took him until 4 PM before he said to me, "All done, Mary. Would you like to see?" Yes, I would. And he took me by the hand and led me through my apartment, room by room. I could not believe how neat and sparkling everything was. I was happy for it even though it doesn't seem to be in my nature to keep it that way by myself. I went to my purse and took out $120.00 and handed it to him. He said it was too much and tried to give the extra twenty back, but I insisted, and finally he admitted that he could really use the money. I had another thought. I swallowed and took the plunge. "As you can see, I have three bedrooms. One is mine and one is my computer room and office. But the third is just a guest room. If you would like to move in with me, your rent would be your keeping the house clean. What do you think?" "Oh, Mary. I would just love to. My room is just that. Nothing in it. Not even a picture on the wall. And while they are happy to take my money, they are not particularly friendly" he said, referring to his landlord family. "When can I come?" "You can come now. Do you have much stuff?" "I will be back in an hour. Oh, I am so excited. Thank you. Thank you, Mary." Well, it was almost two hours before he returned. He was carrying a battered cardboard suitcase in one hand and a full shopping bag in the other. His face was flushed with excitement. My hesitation about my impulsive action vanished when I saw that this boy was not faking his enthusiasm. "Where is the rest of your stuff?" I asked. "I will help you bring it in." "There is no more. This is all I have." Again, my heart went out to him. Thrown out by his parents, trying to make ends meet and all he has to show for it is one suitcase and one shopping bag. That is the extent of his belongings. I showed him to his room. It was a nice size room and was nicely furnished. It was called a guest room even though I never had guests use it before. "Just put your stuff on the bed for now," I told him. "It is getting late and I am starving. We are going out for dinner." We walked a couple of blocks from the apartment to a little Italian restaurant that I go to frequently. John changed to jeans, and since it was a cool evening, put on a sweater. I was wearing what I usually wear. A full skirt that comes down to my ankles and a loose over-blouse. I made sure to be wearing my Blahnik knockoffs as I knew he liked them. As we were walking toward the restaurant I reached out and took his hand. He accepted it, and we walked hand in hand until we arrived at the restaurant. By this time my head was full of questions I wanted to ask him. When we were seated I ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses. The waiter carded John and inspected his ID carefully to see that it wasn't fake, as he didn't look like he was old enough to order liquor. We both ordered spaghetti and meat balls, and while we were sipping our wine and munching on the breadsticks that were on our table I could stand the suspense no longer, and had to question him. "So, tell me John. Have you ever made it with a girl?" He put down the breadstick that was in his hand, and picked up the bread loaf and pulled off a hunk. He slowly buttered the bread, took a bite and chewed. I realized he was trying to figure out how to answer me and took this time to formulate his answer. "No. Not that I don't want to. Its just that girls never give me a chance." "What about boys. Have you made it with a boy?" This time his answer was swift. "Oh, God no, Mary. People think I am gay because of the way I look and maybe because of the way I act, but making it with another boy is out of the question." So that we would not be overheard, I leaned over towards him and whispered. "So you wonk?" "Wonk?" "You know, masturbate." "You're embarrassing me, Mary." "Well, do you? I want to know." "Yes. That is the only way I can get relief from my urges." "How many times?" "Please, Mary." I pressed. "How many times a day?" "Several. Two, sometimes three." Just at that time the waiter appeared carrying our entrees in both hands, and I moved back into my chair to allow him to serve our dinner. "Bon Appetito" he said and left the table. The conversation stopped as we both dug in. I ate mine in about half the time he did as he sort of picked at his food. I asked him if he was hungry, and he said he was, after all he worked like a dog cleaning my house today, but that this is how he eats. Slowly and not too much. He was able to finish only half of what was on his plate, and when he sat back, I took his plate and put it in front of me and I finished his as well. SUNDAY NIGHT When we returned home I plopped on the sofa in the living room and put TV on. John went to his room and shut the door. I called out to him, "John!" He opened the door and looked out, and I asked him if he wouldn't like to join me watching TV. He came, and I patted the sofa next to me indicating that he should sit down. "The people that I just left sort of made it plain that I wasn't welcome to join them in the evenings, so I spent most of the time in my room. When I got stir-crazy I would either go to the Public Library to use their computer or to read a book or take a walk." "John, this is your home now. Whatever is in this house is yours to use. That means you can eat whatever you find in the kitchen, you can use whatever room in this house that you like. Mi casa, su casa. You know what that means?" His eyes teared up and he tried to answer, but he couldn't speak. I reached over, took him in my arms and cradled him, and with that he began to cry. Really cry. All of the years of frustration began to flow out of him. I rocked him as I held him in my arms, assuring him that things are going to be better for him now that he is with me. All he could do was nod his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. Reaching over and pulling out a Kleenex I wiped his face, and kissed his eyes and cheeks, tasting his salty tears. I put my hand under his chin, lifted his face to mine and I reached over and gave him a sisterly kiss. And then another. And then I kissed him putting my tongue in his mouth. At first it seems he was surprised, but then he took it and kissed me back. And for fifteen minutes or so, we were kissing each other. Without saying anything, I got up from the couch, took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. He followed my lead like a puppy. I stood him by the bed, and unzipped his fly, opened the waist button and let his jeans fall to his knees. I told him to take off his shoes and when he did, I pulled his tee shirt over his head. He is now only in his boxer shorts which I then pulled down. I was surprised when I saw that his male member was of average size. Not humongous but nice. Very nice indeed. I pulled the blanket back exposing only the sheets of the freshly made bed, and told him to get in. He did so, and I quickly got out of my skirt and blouse. I unloosened my bra and threw it on the floor with the rest of my clothes. And then I climbed into bed alongside of him. "I don't know what to do," he confessed. "Shhh, baby. Let me do. Just relax and enjoy." I began to kiss him and stroke him, but found that he was not getting erect. A little bit, but nowhere near enough to make a penetration. I too haven't had sex in a long time, and I too got off by masturbating, but I wanted him. I was disappointed that he was not getting erect and thought that maybe he really was gay, or didn't like fat girls, but then another thought came into mine. This kid is a submissive. He needs to feel that someone else is in control of him. I told him to just stay still, and I got out of bed, went to my dresser and pulled out two pair of old nylons. I quickly tied his hands and feet in a spread eagle position and made him try to get loose. As soon as he realized that he was a prisoner of mine, his penis stood at attention. I got on top of him, and I had to be careful, because with my weight I didn't want to crush him. But we found each other and it slid into my wet vagina. I carefully lowered myself on him, and I began to move up and down. Because he was tied down his actions caused him to not be able to be as mobile as me, so I did most of the work. I did notice that he tried to hump as best he could and I found myself having an orgasm. I have had few orgasms in my life, but let me tell you, this one was special. I was either especially horny, or I don't know what else, but I came. As soon as I began to cum, my little friend John did too. So as not to crush him I got off of him, untied him and laid next to him taking him into my arms and cradling his head in between my ample breasts. We laid there for about a half hour, just reveling in the experience we both enjoyed. I told him that I was going to take a shower, and that I wanted him to join me. He seemed puzzled, but made no objection to anything I told him I wanted him to do. I realized that he probably would do anything I wanted him to do. We got into the hot shower, and with a sponge lathered each others body. We began to tickle each other and giggle and have fun. I realized that while I had it nice financially due to my parent's largesse, fun was something I was missing out of life. When we got out of the shower, I dried him and he dried me. He went to his room to get a fresh pair of boxer shorts and I donned a nightgown. He shortly returned to my room and because it was a long day, and we were both tired and the hour was getting late, it was time to get to bed for the night. I asked John if he would like to sleep with me, and he said that he would. He climbed into bed, I got alongside of him, again took him in my arms and cradled him in my breasts. He laid quiet and in just a few minutes he was sound asleep. I lay there, holding him, reveling in the warmth of his body. I don't remember falling asleep. MONDAY When I awoke in the morning at seven, he was not in bed. I panicked. Did I frighten my little waif away? I looked for him in his room and in the rest of the house and he was not there. And I began to feel sad. I felt I pushed him too far, too soon. I got dressed for work, and went into the kitchen to have breakfast, when I saw his note on the table. Dear Mary: I forgot to tell you that I have to be at work by six. You did not give me a key to the apartment so if you could call me at work after the noon rush hour and tell me how to get in, I would appreciate it. I get off of work at three. Last night was special for me, and I hope it was for you. Love, John. Suddenly all was well with the world again. On an impulse I went into John's room and looked at his stuff. There were two pair of jeans hanging in the closet along with one pair of cut-off jeans. There were no other shoes in the closet. The amount of underwear that was in the drawers was sparse and looked quite worn. This kid doesn't have much of anything. I know that I have to take charge and do something for him. I called his work at about two PM and told him where I hid the key to the apartment and that this was his key to keep. When I came home at six that evening I was surprised that the kitchen table was already set for dinner and that he had cooked dinner for us. I asked him where he learned to cook and he said, "if you can read, you can cook. Just follow the recipe in the book." It made sense to me. He made meat loaf with baked potatoes and string beans, and he had baked a frozen strawberry pie for dessert. He insisted on doing the cleanup after dinner and had me go watch TV. I thought, 'I am going to get to like this.' When he was finished in the kitchen he brought out a tray with the strawberry pie, with coffee for me and tea for him. I notice that he purchased herbal tea for himself. I asked him how much he spent for the dinner supplies, and he said it was for free, but I insisted and repaid him what he spent at the grocery store. I also told him that any food that he purchased he must be sure to be reimbursed, that I insisted on it. I saw that whenever I was forceful he relented. Again I had him sit next to me as we watched TV. At the next commercial break I left the room and returned with a gift wrapped package that I handed to John. "For you." I said. He seemed so excited to get a present that he acted like a little child. He ripped open the wrappings and opened the box. He took out two pair of nylon pajamas one in powder blue the other in ivory, and a blue nylon robe. In another box inside the first box was a pair of velvet slippers. "I noticed that you didn't have pajamas," I told him. "I thought you should have some." "He took them out of the package and first caressed them with his hands, then put them up to his body." "Do you think they will fit?" he asked excitedly. "Do you like them?" "I love them." "Go put on a pair and come back. Then let me look at you." He left the room and within ten minutes came back to model his new clothes. They were size 'medium' and fit him perfectly. The slippers had no size but I bought a medium shoe instead of a large, as he mentioned previously that he had small feet. They too fit perfectly. He looked scrumptious. He looked at himself in the full length mirror in the hall, and then came back to the sofa, sat next to me, and gave me a big hug and kiss. I felt that I had really done something good this night. We watched TV until ten PM and he said he had to get up early for work, could he be excused. He again thanked me for the gift, and as he was going into his room, I called out to him, "Don't you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" "Oh, yes, Mary. I really do. But I was afraid to ask." Questions. There are so many questions I have to ask him. I want to find out more about this man-boy. I resolved that tomorrow will be the day when I find out more about what makes John tick. By the time I crawled into bed at eleven, he was sound asleep. As soon as I pulled the covers over me, he subconsciously scooted his body into mine. I haven't felt such peace in a long time. I now know that I did the right thing with this boy. And with that I fell sound asleep. TUESDAY Dinner was waiting for me when I arrived home from work. He seemed so happy to serve me. Not only am I a sloppy housekeeper, but rather than cook balanced meals I tend to eat a lot of junk food. I guess my John is going to change that for me from now on. After dinner we went to the living room and it seems that he was waiting for me to turn on the TV. It seems he is expecting me to set the tone as to what we are going to do. "So, John. Tell me what fascination women's shoes have for you. You know not many young men, or old men for that matter, know about Blahnik shoes. And if you know Blahnik I wouldn't be surprised that you know about the other designers as well." "Women's shoes are so pretty. I love seeing women in their beautiful shoes. Is that bad?" "I didn't say it was bad, John. I just find it unusual." "Well, when I spent a lot of time at the library when I was renting the room with the other people, I read a lot of magazines. And a lot of them were women's magazines. I love the beautiful women and the different styles that they are allowed to wear. I often wish that men could have the same choices. Men's clothes are so drab." "I can certainly agree with that. We women have so many choices. Men have to wear the same old stuff over and over again. No color, no nice fabrics. I think they would look nicer if they broke loose and tried something entirely new. Don't you?" "Oh yes. I would love to wear pretty colors and silky fabrics. I envy those models who get to wear the newest fashions." "Have you ever worn women's clothes, John?" "No." "Have you ever thought about it?" "Ummm." "C'mon, now. Be honest with me. I promise that it wouldn't matter to me if you did." "I think that I thought about it sometimes. Not so much because they were women's clothes but because of the styles and fabrics. Women can change how they look from day to day, and men can't. But I have never actually had the opportunity to wear them." "If you had the opportunity, would you wear them?" "I really don't know. I think I would be worried about what people would think of me." "Does it matter what people think of you, John?" "Sometimes. Other times I don't care." "I want to talk to you about another matter, John. You know we had wonderful sex last Sunday. And there is no doubt we will do it again. But I want you to promise something to me. This is very important to me, so I want to make sure that you will not break your promise once you make that promise." "What is it that you want me to promise?" "I want you to stop wonking. I mean masturbating. If you need to have sex, have it with me. If I am not willing to have sex when you are ready, I will do it for you, but I want you to stop masturbating." "Gosh, Mary. I have been doing it for so long, I don't know if I can stop." "What if I had a way so that you couldn't do it." "What do you mean?" "There are devices called chastity belts. I can put it on you, and you won't be able to do it. I want to be the one to give you sex, and I want you to stop it." "Chastity belts? I thought that was for women." "No, they have them for men. As a matter of fact chastity belts for women haven't been used since the middle ages, but for men they are quite common. If I get one for you, will you allow me to put it on you?" "Mary, I will try." "You know that you can sleep in my bed all of the time, if you wish." "I wish." "Well, then, why don't we go now. Would you like to be tied up tonight?" "Oooh, I would like that. I would like that a lot." Mary noticed how carefully John took off his new pajamas and hung them in Mary's closet instead of his own. He laid on his back and allowed Mary to again tie him with the nylon stockings. On cue, he had an erection, and it stayed hard. Mary ministered to him with kisses, and for the first time sucked on his nipples, which cause him to squirm, and finally she mounted him and they had sex that was as explosive as before. WEDNESDAY After dinner that night both Mary and John got into their pajamas. Mary then told John to lower his bottoms and to show her his penis. He did so, ashamed at first, but with a little prodding from Mary stood in front of her wearing only his nylon pajama tops. Mary opened the cardboard box that was on the cocktail table and took out the CB3000 a plastic chastity device. She fitted the 'O' ring around his penis and scrotum and then after applying some baby oil to both the penis and the interior of the plastic chastity tube, inserted John's penis into the tube, brought it up so that the rods entered the holes in the 'O' ring, and then inserted a small key lock and snapped it shut. Mary noticed that even though she manipulated John's penis, it didn't get erect while she was putting the CB3000 on him. Mary realized that her little John needs to be in a submissive position in order to arouse his male member. John looked down at his caged penis and said, "How will I pee?" "You will have to sit down to pee." "Like a girl?" "No. Like a young man who is wearing a chastity belt." Changing the subject, Mary asked, "How does it feel?" He reached down and pulled on the plastic covering him to if it would come off. It didn't. He tried touching himself and found that he could not touch any part of the flesh, just plastic. "I don't feel anything. I think I can wear this without a problem." Mary reached into a plastic bag that was on the table and handed him a pair of panties. "These will feel more comfortable for you. Try them on." "Panties?" "Yes. Panties. Feel the material, John. You said you loved the feel of women's fabrics. The panties will also reduce the bulge down there. You will be flatter. Go on, put them on." With that John took the panties from Mary, and put his feet through them and pulled them up. They did exactly what Mary told him they would do. ""Well?" She asked. "I like them. I really like them." "I am glad, because in your dresser are six more pair just like the ones you have on. One for each day of the week. I will have to show you how to wash them by hand. If you machine wash them they will lose their tone." They crawled into bed, cuddled and soon fell asleep. THURSDAY Each day Mary had to learn more about her new friend. He was using his bedroom just for storing his clothes. But really, all he had that was worth anything was what Mary bought him. That night Mary again quizzed him. "If I bought you some beautiful blouses. In silky fabrics and pretty colors, would yo wear them?" "I would love to have them, Mary, but, you know..." "You know, what?" "What would people say?" "Do you care?" "I don't know. I haven't thought about it." Mary said sternly. "Listen, John. We both know that you are not gay. But most people already think you are. Even your parents think you are gay. So what do you care what people would think? I want you to know that I would like you to wear them. what do you say about that?" Mary already knew that John was not capable of turning Mary down when she acted forcefully. But he still was reluctant to commit to blouses. Mary decided to go for broke and pressed on. "Maybe you are a sissy. That doesn't mean you are gay. It means you like females and you like the clothes they wear. Is that so bad?" John nodded and stayed quiet. "Damn it John. Look at me. Do you think I have it easy? I am a fat girl. I can't wear the pretty clothes that we are talking about. There is nothing out there that will fit me. So I wear what I am wearing now. Loose stuff. Don't you think I don't know that people laugh at me behind my back? Do you see me cringing and not going out in the world and facing people? We are who we are. Whatever you are, I want you to be proud of it. If you are a sissy, then so be it. But damn it, be proud of who you are. You aren't going to like this at first, John, but whenever we go out together from here on out, I am going to tell people that you are my sissy friend. What do you think about that?" "Oh, Mary, I wish you wouldn't." "Not only that, but I want you to tell people that you are a sissy. Not in shame but be proud. What is so wrong with being a sissy? Is it something that you are doing that you are not doing now? You are a barista in a coffee shop for heaven's sake. I am sure that not too many men are doing what you are doing? How many, John?" "Just me, Mary." "Well, dear friend, then it's settled. Come Saturday we are going shopping and getting you a nice wardrobe. Things that you will adore wearing. I won't permit you to just wear them at home. I want you to have them as your regular clothes. Be proud. You will love the new you. Will you do that for me, John?" "Mary, I will try." "On another subject. How is the chastity thing doing. Are you comfortable wearing it?" "Oh yes. There is no trouble. I had to get used to sitting down to pee, but after the first few times I found it natural. I just have to use a stall instead of the urinal. Otherwise for the most part I forget that I even have it on." "Do you think you can wait until Friday night before I take it off? I think it will be time for me to tie you up on Friday. Think you would be ready?" "Oh yes, Mary. I am ready now." "Friday." "Yes, Mary. Friday. "And the panties? Do you like wearing them?" "Oh, yes, Mary. I really love them." "Come, sissy, it is time to get to bed. They got into bed, cuddled into one another and shortly both were sound asleep. The next day, Mary took out her manicure kit and gave John a manicure. She filed and shaped his nails into ovals still leaving them quite short, and removed the excess cuticles. She then buffed them bringing them to a nice gloss. It looked like they had clear enamel on them John told her that he was thrilled with his hands. Mary realized that with his delicate hands they looked just like a girl's. But she also didn't mention that to John. When Mary got home that night, he excitedly told her how the girls at the shop loved his nails. They noticed them right away and all through the day, they kept on telling him how much they liked it. It was inevitable that John would take over making the meals. Mary hated housework of any kind including cooking and was happy to have John do it. Since his shift ended at 3PM he had time to do the shopping and prepare the meals. Mary didn't notice it at first, but soon they were eating a lot of fish, chicken and vegetable dinners served with steamed vegetables. Bread and butter were no longer on the table, as well as potatoes. Suddenly the strawberry pies and other sweet desserts disappeared and fruit compote was dessert instead. John served the dinners on a plate instead of family style so that portions were sufficient but not too much. The sweet rolls from the bakery were no longer in the house. Mary ate what she was served and John was very careful to prepare just enough so that there were no leftovers for second helpings. In his own way he was putting Mary on a diet. Mary also found that when she awoke her breakfast of orange juice, Cheerios and half of a banana were waiting for her on the table. In the refrigerator she found a lunch box with a note. Dear Mary: I have been keeping all of my promises that I made to you. Will you promise me that you will only eat what I have in the lunch box at work? The fruit is for your afternoon snack. Love, John. Mary looked in the lunch box and found two veggie wraps and an apple. The lunch was the same every day, except that the fruit changed. Sometimes it was a pear or a peach. Mary smiled. She knew what he was doing, and she was sort of happy that he cared. So Mary did as John requested. Another thing that changed was Mary's habits. She knew how hard John worked to keep the apartment clean and neat each day. The dishes were washed and put away each night. Mary made a conscious effort to be neat. She began to rinse and put away the used dishes in the dishwasher. She made sure to hang up her clothes instead of dropping them on the floor, and if she smudged a counter or furniture, she got out the Windex and wiped it clean. Little by little, Mary was changing as well. FRIDAY As promised, the belt came off after dinner. While making love, and constantly calling him 'sissy' so that he will get used to it, they had another wonderful session. Mary was as starved for sex as her lover and even though they made an odd looking couple, she coming up to her thirtieth birthday and fat, he while 22 looking like a teenager and very thin, they fit quite well together while having sex. It was after this interlude that Mary asked him to select a sissy name. "What do you mean sissy name?" "A girl's name. When I am through with you, you won't look like a John anymore. John is such a macho name anyway. And we know that you are not macho. You are a sissy, John, you have to have a sissy name." "You pick one out for me Mary. Whatever you pick out I will be OK with." "No John, This time you have to pick it out. Certainly there are some girl's names that you like better than others. C'mon, John." "O.K. I have always liked the name Cindi." "C. I. N. D. Y.?" "No, with an "i" at the end, not a 'Y". "Cindi?" "Yes, that's it." Very well, Cindi it is. You are my Cindi. You know I am becoming very fond of you, don't you?" "Not as much as me. I find that I can't refuse you when you really put your foot down." "Yes, I know, Cindi. It's exciting, isn't it?" SATURDAY Before they left for the mall, Mary had a chat with Cindi. She told him that since they were now sort of boy friend-girl friend that they would pool their money. She told Cindi that he was to give her all of his earning and that she would give him an allowance or pocket money, but that she would pay all of the expenses from her account. She said that at the beginning she would be spending more on him because of his needing a new wardrobe, but that in time it would even out. She knew that if she was forceful when she talked to him, he could not object to it. And he did not. By eleven AM Mary and Cindi were at the mall. Mary was pleased that Cindi reached out and took her hand as they were walking. The first stop was at JC Penny. They walked to the ladies section and began looking at different blouses. At first, Cindi was a little hesitant, but Mary prompted him about being proud of who or what you are. One does not find salespeople on the floor in most department stores anymore. You find a person at the check-out counter and that is it. So they were left alone in their selections. They finally selected six different blouses in size 'medium' that looked like they would fit. Most of the blouses were with a collar and since it was still summer, short sleeved. They chose one white, but the rest in pretty pastels. Mary made Cindi take them to the checkout counter. The saleslady, making conversation, mentioned that they were on sale, and that the blouses were very pretty. She looked at Cindi and said, realizing that they would not fit Mary, "Would you like them gift wrapped?" "Tell her, Cindi," Mary prompted. "No, ma-am. The blouses are for me. I am this lady's sissy boyfriend." The checkout lady was a veteran employee of Penny's for over 15 years, and in all that time she never had anyone say that to her and while it took her by surprise, she only commented. "I hope you enjoy them." "I hope so too," Cindi replied. Mary handed over her credit card and the transaction was completed, the blouses put in a plastic bag with carry handles and she handed them to Cindi. "See? " Mary said. "Was that so hard? Nobody bit you did they?" "I guess you're right, Mary. You always seem to know the right thing for me to do." The next stop was a shoe store. They stood in the window looking at the ladies' shoes on display. "Which shoes would you like me to try on?" Mary asked him. Cindi pointed to a pair of open toed pumps with a three inch stiletto heel and said. "Those." "I can't wear them, honey. They are too delicate for my weight. And I would snap that heel in half anytime I turned funny. Pick out a different pair." "Then how about those?" he said, pointing to a closed toe pump with a two inch block heel and ankle strap. "Those may work. Let's go in and I will try them on." They settled inside in two chairs waiting until one of the three salesmen on the floor were finished with the customers that they were already waiting on. Finally, one man comes up to them and introduces himself. Mary told him which shoes she would like to try on, and he went into the back to get it for her. He shortly came out carrying three shoe boxes. He told her he had the shoes in her size but also brought out some others in case these didn't feel good on her feet. He sat on his little stool and gently fit the shoes on Mary's feet buckling he ankle strap snugly. Mary got up and walked back and forth as she looked in the mirror. "What do you think, Cindi?" The salesman jerked back a bit at hearing 'Cindi' and thought for a moment that the other person was a female, but quickly realized that it was a young boy. He then thought that he heard the lady wrong and that he didn't hear 'Cindi' at all. "I think they are beautiful. Are you going to take them?" "You are right. Yes. I will." The salesman took the shoes off of Mary's feet and was placing them back in the shoe box when Mary asked him, "Do you have the same shoes in a size 10?" The man went into the back to check and soon brought out a box. Mary poked Cindi, and Cindi said, "I would like to try them on. They would be for me." Without a word, the salesman began to untie Cindi's sneakers, got a pair of peds and handed them to Cindi who put them on. Then the salesman fitted the shoes to him as he did with Mary. Cindi got up from the chair and did what he saw Mary do. He walked back and forth, looking in the mirror all the while. Even though it was the first time that Cindi ever wore a woman's shoe, let alone with a two inch heel, he seemed quiet comfortable walking in them. "How do they feel?" "Oh, I love them. Can I have them?" With that Mary told the salesman that they will take both pair and Mary handed over her credit card and the transaction was completed. As they were again walking in the mall, Mary reminded Cindi that those attending them did not give him a hard time. As they strolled they passed an earring kiosk in the center of the aisle. Mary stopped, and walked back to look at the earrings. There was a twenty something girl in charge and Mary asked her if she pierced ears. With the answer in the affirmative, Mary said, "I want my boy-friend's ears pierced. Just one in each lobe." The girl took out a little box and there was a variety of studs available to select from. Mary chose a pair of pink pearl beads. The girl said she thought it was a little girly, and when Mary poked Cindi, he said, "I am her sissy boy friend. And if that is what she wants me to wear, then I want them too." It was not her place to argue with a customer but to give them what they want. With a shrug of her shoulders she had Cindi sit on a stool as she sterilize his lobes front and back with alcohol, inserted the stud and pop, in it went. When she was done, Cindi looked in the mirror and was pleased with what he saw. Several kiosks down the line there was one selling purses. "You are going to need a purse, Cindi" "Why?" "Women's slacks do not have pockets. You will need something to put your wallet, keys, money and everything else in it. That's why." Mary and Cindi looked over the selection, and between them they decided on a medium size hand bag with shoulder straps in what looked like alligator but really was plastic. It was also plain enough that it could be mistaken for a man-bag that many metro-sexuals are prone to carry. They took their parcels to the car in the lot, placed them in the trunk and returned to the mall. They found a little cafe, and Cindi ordered for them both. Mary would have liked a hamburger and fries, but Cindi ordered salads and iced tea instead. Mary was careful not to complain on her end of the bargain. After lunch, they resumed shopping. They wound up back at Penny's and looked at slacks. Cindi wanted jeans, but Mary wanted him to have finer materials and colors. They compromised. They bought two pair of jeans, and four pair of slacks. The slacks had an elastic waistband and no pockets or fly. Cindi took them into the private dressing room, and none of the women made any comment as he went into a room and tried them on. He came out to show Mary with each try on and after some trial and error finally found slacks and jeans that fit him perfectly and snugly. His panties caused him not show any bulge. They wound up at another shoe store and bought loafers and new sneakers. The sneakers had pink laces. This was a self-serve store and no-one paid any attention to them. By this time Cindi realized that other people had their own concerns and for the most part could care less about him. Also purchased was a half dozen white nylon ankle sox to go with the loafers and sneakers. The last stop was at Wal-mart. In the jewelry aisle they picked out a lovely watch with a metal band, a golden heart necklace on a thin gold chain, and five vari-colored plastic bangles. They found a few rings one for each hand. By the time they got back home, they were both exhausted. Cindi brought all of the purchases, except Mary's shoes to his closet in the guest bedroom. He was no longer sleeping there, but in bed with Mary, but this was the only available closet for his new clothes. It was four PM and they plopped on the living room sofa, and they soon both fell asleep taking a 45 minute nap. When they awoke it was too late for Cindi to prepare dinner at home, and they decided to eat out. Cindi profusely thanked Mary for his new clothes. "Why don't you change into something nice before we go?" "Yes. I would like that." And with that he ran to the closet to select what he was going to wear. He chose a pair of cotton-nylon slacks in a soft yellow color and paired that with his one white blouse. He cut off all of the tags, and at first had trouble with buttoning the blouse until he realized that the buttons were on the other side. He put on a new pair of anklets and slipped into his loafers. He combed his hair and presented himself to Mary. "Ta Da" he said. "What do you think?" And he turned to show off his clothes as a model would. Mary could not get over how Cindi was subconsciously adopting feminine ways. He was using his hands more when he spoke, he kept his knees together when he sat and sat upright in his chair instead of slouching. He began to keep his head high, and felt it was because he was going to be proud of who he was, but in fact it was just one more of the feminine gestures that he was adopting. "You're happy, aren't you, honey." "I have never been this happy in my whole life." "I have to tell you, you are making me happy too." "Mary, honey, would it bother you too much if at dinner I did the ordering?" "You want me to lose some weight, don't you? I can tell by the kind of meals you are making me eat." "Yes, Mary dear, it would please me if you dropped a few pounds." "Of course you can order. It is going to be hard, because I really love to eat. But you have been good about following what I want you to do, and it is only fair that I do this." SUNDAY It didn't take Cindi long to finish the house cleaning. It was so different from the previous week. Now that everything is washed and put away on a daily basis, all that had to be done was the kitchen and bathrooms. The sheets and pillowcases were changed and a light dusting. It was all done in just over one hour. Then Mary drove him to the store to get supplies for lunch and dinner. He wore the same outfit he wore at dinner the night before. He put all of the stuff he normally carried in his pockets into his new purse and without any qualms about it, carried it proudly. He had a driver's license but no car, and no computer. Mary told him he could use her computer but he said he had no friends with which to Email, didn't need to shop on-line, so for now, he had no use for a computer. Cindi made lunch and prepared dinner. While he was in the kitchen Mary had an idea. She went to her computer and Googled, "Sissies". She was amazed at what came up. Page after page of sites and stores. She got so fascinated that she lost track of time, and was startled when Cindi came into the room and asked, "What are you doing, honey?" "Come here. Look at this." She showed Cindi the sites, and entered several. It seems that Cindi is not alone in the world of sissies. What disturbed Mary about most of the stories that she read was the predominance of force and cruelty. Humiliation and becoming a maid, especially a French maid were also prominent in the stories. A lot of stories contained forced feminization and against one's will. All of these themes were contrary to what she was experiencing with her Cindi. She wasn't forcing Cindi to do anything but be proud of what he was. She didn't want him to become a female, and it seems he didn't either. But wearing softer clothes, and pretty colors was something else. Mary did realize that the one theme that was similar to the others was the sissy taking over the care of the house. They spent the rest of the day visiting different web sites. They thought those that wanted to be little girls in frilly dresses, or babies in diapers sucking milk out of a bottle were too much. But it made them both realize that there were a whole lot of people who were similar in taste, even if you don't see them out on the street very much. Mary made a mental note that she needed to be more loving to Cindi on a daily basis. That Cindi was never to feel that he was unloved or unwanted by Mary. From that time on, when Mary returned from her work, she went to Cindi as soon as she came in to kiss him, pet him and fondle him and to tell him how much she loves him and appreciates him. And Cindi responded in kind. Mary, knowing that Cindi had to get up at 4:30 AM in order to be at the shop by 5:45 had another chat with Cindi. "Tomorrow is the first day that you will be wearing your new, nicer clothes. You are not going to wear your jeans are you?" "Not if you don't want me to." "I would really like you to dress nice for your first day at the job as Cindi. You will have to tell your boss and the girls that you want to be called by your new name. You are going to do than aren't you?" "I hadn't planned to, but I will" "I will be anxious to hear how it went when I come home." MONDAY, THE NEXT DAY. Cindi was busy at work preparing the coffee urns for the morning rush. The other girls came in, and without exception all told him how nice he looked. He was wearing a pastel blue satin blouse, sky blue slacks and his loafers. His newly pierced faux pearl studs, heart necklace, bangles, and rings completed his outfit. Except for no breasts and long hair he could look like a fifteen year old girl. As it is he looked like an effeminate 17 year old boy, even thougjh he was almost 22. There is a lull at about 10AM and his boss called him into her tiny office. "What is going on, John?" "What do you mean, ma-am?" "Well, you do look very nice, but you are very girly this morning." "Yes, ma-am" "Would you like to tell me what is going on? Are you, um, transitioning?" "I don't know what transitioning means, ma-am." "Are you becoming a girl?" "Oh, no ma-am. I am all boy. But I am now living with my lover who is bringing out the real me. And I have found out the real me is that of being a sissy. Does that bother you ma-am?" "For Chris-sake. Stop calling me ma-am. With the Civil Rights laws the way they are I couldn't let you go anyway. But I don't want to in any case. Are you going to wear dresses to work?" "I don't have any dresses, Mrs. Olson. But there is one thing I would like to ask." "What?" "Can you have a name tag with the name Cindi made for me?" "Cindi? You want to be called Cindi?" "Yes, ma-am." He knew he shouldn't have called her 'ma-am' but it just came out of his mouth. "I don't know why not. I will have it here tomorrow. Have you told the other girls?" "I intend to just as soon as I am through here." "There is one more thing, um, Cindi. This past week I have noticed a big improvement in your personality with the customers. You always were efficient but too remote. I see that you are now friendly and happy as well as efficient. I like that. You are doing good work, um, Cindi. Keep it up." "Thank you Mrs. Olson." He went back to the counter and one by one told the other four girls that he wanted to be called by his new name. Upon hearing the news they each impulsively hugged him. He made sure to tell them that he wasn't a 'she' but that he was a 'he' and that is how he should be referred to, regardless of how he was dressed. They all said they would. Cindi thought, 'Well, that went better than I expected.' CIndi worked that day without wearing a name tag. None of the many customers ever made any comment as to how he was dressed. For the most part they couldn't tell if this was a feminine young boy or a teen age girl without breasts. All they wanted is their coffee, made the way they ordered it. That night when Mary came home, and after kissing and petting Cindi, she made him tell her about how it went at work. After she heard the story, she said, "What did I tell you? See how well it went? I am so happy that you have learned to be proud to be what you are. I like you being a sissy and I will help you come out as far as you want to go." Cindi was not sure what Mary meant by that and said nothing in reply. That night before bed, Mary handed Cindi a razor. "Please shower and take off all of your body hair. I want you nice and smooth. I know you shave most days, but your facial hair is more like peach fuzz than a hard beard, but shave tonight anyway. For me." Mary unlocked his chastity belt, and told him to shave 'down there' as well. Unable to refuse, Cindi did as he was told. He found that his body was nice and smooth, especially when he put on the body lotion afterwards that Mary had handed him. When he returned to the bedroom Mary was waiting for him and handed him a nylon nightgown. He looked at her, and Mary nodded back, and he slipped it over his head. It came down to just above his knees. And with that he began to get an erection. He knew what he wanted to do. "Don't tie me up tonight." he told Mary. "Tonight I want to be on top." Mary, seeing the erection jumped into bed, laid on her back and opened her legs. Cindi, climbed on top, and for the first time in his young life, made love in the missionary position. He no longer required to be tied up and submissive to have love with his Mary. This night, sex was not as good as it was before. It was better. Instinct took over and they copulated eagerly. Kissing, caressing, moaning, and finally climaxing. At the end, they were both spent. But they laid in bed, holding each other for a full half hour, before they trotted to the shower and showered together, tickling and giggling all the while. Mary thought, 'what a lovely way to have sex. So much better than those macho guys who think they are doing us a favor and when they are done either turn over and go to sleep or get up and go home. They don't know how wonderful it is to cuddle afterwards. THE FIRST MONTH'S ANNIVERSARY It was hard to believe that a month has passed by since they first met. In one sense it seemed like yesterday, and in another sense it seemed like they were together forever. During that month Mary lost 20 pounds and realized that if she lost any more weight she too would need a new wardrobe. At home Cindi wore his heels all of the time except when he was cleaning the house. He purchased a few frilly aprons to wear when he was cooking and cleaning. Wearing them seemed so natural to him. He turned over his paycheck to Mary and she paid all of the bills. She wanted to have him renew his driver's license which had expired, but she had a plan and was going to wait until a little longer. The Saturday before the month's anniversary Mary told Cindi that tomorrow, Sunday, they were going to visit her folks. They lived in a close by suburb. She said that she spends an afternoon and evening with them at least once each month. She told Cindi not to worry, as he would love them as she knew they would love him. Well, not quite. When they arrived they were surprised at seeing Mary's new sissy friend. She had already briefed her parents that she was in a serious relationship with him and that she hoped to maybe marry him someday. But she left out the sissy part. After an early dinner, Mary's father and Cindi went into the den to watch the football game. Cindi would have preferred to watch something else, but pretended to be interested in the game as any polite guest would do. In the meantime Mary's mother took her into her bedroom, shut the door and said, "Are you serious? Don't you know that he is gay?" "No, mom. I can assure you, he is not gay." "Then what is he, a sissy?" "Yes, mom." Mary said patiently, "he is a sissy." "And this is what you are wanting to marry?" "Listen, mom. Look at me. It isn't like there is a line of suitors waiting for my hand. And I can tell you this, I have never met a sweeter, kinder, more loving person in my whole life. Please try to accept him and get to know him. I know you will love him as much as I do." "You love him that much?" "Yeah, mom. It is only a month since we met, but it seems like an eternity. I love him. I am not sure yet if he is that much in love with me yet, but if not, he soon will be." "Isn't he a little young for you? What is he? Sixteen, seventeen?" "Yes, mom. He is younger than me. But he is 22, believe it or not. I am only eight years older than him. I am wiser than I was when I was 22 and he lets me make all of the decisions. We have a very loving relationship. And yes, mom. Even before you ask, we have great sex." "Mary, sometimes you tell me more than I want to hear." And with that she took her daughter in her arms, kissed her gently, and told her that she would try to love him too. On the way home, Mary told him how much her parents liked him, and Cindi was relieved. Another hurdle completed. THE FIFTH WEEK. Before they met Cindi had not been to a barber in a little over two months. By now his hair was constantly in his eyes, and the sides were over his ears. He did not like to comb it in a men's part, so he merely ruffled it up. Mary told him one night, "We have to do something about your hair." "I don't want it cut. I think it looks nice the way it is." "No, Cindi, darling. Not really. You are constantly brushing it out of your eyes and it really always looks unkempt. I am going to make an appointment for Saturday with my hairdresser. Please come with me. Let's at least hear what she recommends. If you don't like what she says, then, can say 'no'. That Saturday found them at Mary's salon. Mary herself only goes there once a month for a trim, and does her own hair, but she wanted something better for her Cindi. After looking at his hair and checking him, the stylist said, "It's really about an inch shorter than I would like. I recommend that we comb it up on all sides. Because his hair is too short I can fix it with a lot of hair spray and bobby pins. I think that you both would love the look." With that she looked at Mary and Cindi for an answer. Mary said. "His hair is sort of mousy. What can you do about his color?" "If it were up to me," the stylist said, "I would go with something startling. Cindi is a darling boy (everyone referred to him as a boy instead of man) and I would like to see his hair dyed a bright orange. Then he would really be making a statement." "Do I have to make a statement?" Ignoring his comment, Mary, said. "Orange. I never thought of that. Oh I think he would be beautiful. But if you make his hair orange you would have to do his eyebrows as well." "Oh of course, I planned on doing that. I also want to trim his brows just a little bit. Not to make a fine line but to give them a little shape." "Oh," Mary said. "That would be wonderful. Don't you think that is wonderful, Cindi?" "I don't know." "C'mon. Take a chance. If you don't really like it we can always dye it another color." "OK then, under those conditions." Turning to the operator, Mary said, "Can we make an appointment?" "If you have the time, and it will take about three hours, I can take you now." "Cindi?" Mary looked at him. "OK honey," he said. "Give him a manicure and pedicure as well. Can you handle that? I want just a little pink on his nails, but fire-engine red on his feet. He has some lovely open toed shoes that he wears at home, and he would look darling in them." "Mary!" Cindi complained. "Proud" Mary reminded him. And so it was done. When he was finished his look was startling. His head was bright orange and his hair was in an upsweep on all sides It was held there by a lot of hair spray and pins. The operator showed them both how to set his hair in the morning to maintain the style. She assured them by the next month, both the training of the hair in the new direction as well as a longer length would make it much easier to maintain later on. But both Mary and Cindi were delighted with his hair. His nails were filed in ovals and were of medium length and had a very light pink enamel on them His dainty hands looked lovely. His feet sported red toes and he didn't really want to admit it, but he liked it. THE FOLLOWING MONDAY When Mary came home from work, she had exciting news to tell. She sought out Cindi who she suspected was in the kitchen and when he saw her, they said simultaneously, "Wait 'til you hear...." and when they realized they said the same thing in unison, they both burst out laughing and hugged and kissed each other. "You first,"Cindy said to Mary. "My boss called me into his office today and told me that he was so happy about my work and that he noticed the change in my personality and efforts for the company. He gave me a promotion and a nice raise." "I can't believe this," Cindi said. "Mrs. Olson called me in today, too. She loved my hair by the way. She promoted me to assistant manager and I am getting a $5.00 an hour raise. She said if I keep up the good work that she would recommend me in a couple of months to the manager training program, and that it is possible that I could be in charge of my own store. But there is something else, and I am not sure if that is what I want." "What is it honey?" "She says with