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Chapter two Do the Hustle Nothing happened for a few days. My eyebrows caused some looks or maybe it was the hair. In fact life returned to normal for quite a while. Angela and I continued to see each other at the club. Bruce kept trying out new characters when he was in town. He took some time to visit home. He even took Angela for a few days. Without them the place wasn't the same. On a Thursday night the usual crew was sitting in the booths across from the bar when Antony came in and sat down with us. We kind of looked at each other in a sense of wonder. He hadn't been in for quite a time. I was nervous. Even when he visited, he sat in his special place at the bar where he could view the whole club. I thought things were going well. Business was up. We had redecorated and rebuilt the stage. Everyone working was happy with the raises I had secured for them. What could be wrong? Everyone made a move to stand but Antony stopped them. "No need. Everyone can hear and maybe you guys have an idea how to solve my problem." He looked right at me and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Yyou are a great trouble shooter. No matter where I send you, you get my places running better. This place is the prime example. Anyway, I've got a problem and I don't know if you can work your magic. My disco, you know The Factory, over on Canal street, is not doing as well I think it should." "Wait a minute." My face was furrowed as I spoke. "There are lines around the block all weekend over there. It should be a gold mine. Dave is always bragging about the business. He keeps telling me how much better a manager he is." "Yeah, yeah. The numbers tell a different story. You get more profit per customer than he does. And some nights you out earn him all together." "No way. That can't be. That place is bigger and the drinks cost more for the same booze. He should be doing three to four times our take on any given night. Ok, I'll go take a look this Friday." Anthony rolled his lips and waved his hand at me. "Well, that could be a problem. They all know you over there and the minute you walk in, whatever they are doing wrong, will stop. Is there anyone else you trust to report to you?" "I really need to observe. I see things others might miss. You know, the subtle things little things like eye movements and hands. Where people are at given moments." Randy sat up and slapped the table a couple of times. "I know how to do it. Go in disguised." I arched back. "What?" "Look, you did Angela's act a while back all dolled up. Why not go dressed as a girl on a date. No one there will know." Antony sat back and kind of grinned. "Yeah I heard it was one of the best acts of the year. It might work." I could feel the startled look on my face. "Wait, that was a onetime thing. I was helping out Angela in a pinch. It's not a habit." "Yeah, and this will be helping me out in a pinch." Antony had obviously bit on the idea. "One more time wouldn't hurt and it would sure help me out." I was ever so slightly shaking my head. It was nothing to Antony, he didn't have to go to a disco dressed as a girl, but I was sure now that that was what he expected me to do. "I'll go as your male companion. I can help you out. If we meet here during the afternoon between all of us we can pull this off easy." Angela had chimed in. She even seemed excited by the prospect. With a heavy sigh, I caved. "Alright, just this once more." It was a good thought at the time, and I really believed in the once more. Angela leaned over and whispered, "Besides, remember how it felt last time? This will be even better, I promise." I slugged down my half full draft and steeled myself for the job. "OK, ok, I guess it really is the best way." Antony stood and reached out to shake my hand. "Always nice to know who you can trust. You have no idea how much this means to me." I reluctantly grinned and nodded. Antony walked off and I ordered another drink, a Russian boiler maker, Finlandia and a draft. It didn't last long. The rest of the night went as usual, though when I wasn't at the table, the crew seemed to be in intense conversation. I assumed they were planning tomorrow night. I walked around the club checking on things and then it hit me that none of the crew had a skit tomorrow at the club. There was a private party for the local gay association. "Oh my, we're all going." The thought swept over me and I stopped at the bar for another shot. Thank goodness for last call or I might have gotten real drunk at the prospect of tomorrow, or I should say later that day. I met Angela and Randy at the back door at noon like I had been told. We went in at lit up the dressing area. "Ok, let's do this right." Randy was positively giddy. "You two go off and do your guy things." He made a sweeping motion with both hands to Angela and Bruce. "We girls have a lot to do." With that he motioned me to a new chair in front of his dressing table. There were two this time. One had Dolly printed on the back, his chair and new one had Cindy printed on it. "The new one is yours." "Cindy?" "Well, we can't use a male name tonight and you have to get used to answering to a female name. Today you are Cindy. It all has to look natural to pull it off, so get used to it. It's your chair and your name. I'll be using it all afternoon and everyone will use it tonight. We took a vote. You're stuck." "Don't I get a say? After all it is my name." No one picks their name they get stuck with one and so have you. Besides it's a nice name Cindy." "Ok, what's first?" Randy came over and gave me a hug. "Please relax. All will be fine. You'll see. If you try to have fun with this it will be easier. You have a job to do and you might as well enjoy it. You'll be among friends so help will be right next to you. We won't let anything happen to you." With that I felt a kiss in my forehead and a light stroke of my hair. With that, Randy reached over to the table and handed me a small bag. "Use these. Shower over there, wash your hair, the add conditioner. Leave it in while you shave your face and legs. Do the face first. Make sure to get rid of any sideburns. After, rinse your hair and wrap it in a towel. Take the lotion and rub it all over you. On your arms use the lightener. Just put it on, don't towel it off. I'll do your back when you are done. Now off with you Cindy." I enjoyed the warm water. It seemed to erase some of the worry. Yeah it was for the job. I was doing this for Antony not me. Well for my future. I didn't want to disappoint the boss after all. So I showered. My bangs had grown long so soapy hair draped over my face at one point, but my eyes were fine after a second. The lotions all smell like flowers. I suppose it was part of the impending allusion and put it out of my mind. After a while I couldn't smell them anymore. Olfactory overload I supposed. A last rinse and I bent over to remove the hair from the drain. "Lesson one." It was Randy. "Cindy, girls bend at the knees, not the waist. Genuflect to pick something up and keep your knees together." I did. "That's a good girl. I assume you would prefer to be a good girl and not some street slut." He giggled and turned away. I hadn't noticed, but he had been showering in the next stall. The strangeness hit me. We were two males in a locker room, about to become two girls in a locker. This was far from football practice. I found a terry cloth robe hanging outside the shower and wrapped myself in it. I strolled over to the makeup table and found my chair, Cindy's chair, and sat waiting. On the table was two of everything. I figured the newer set of cosmetics were for a new act in the club. Wrong! "Ok Cindy, time for lessons. You have lots to catch up on and a short time. That is you makeup kit. There is a portable set in your purse." My purse? I hadn't thought about all that was going into this. In for a penny... I drew a deep breath and wet my lips. "Got it, let's go." With those words I signed my surrender. My life was not going to be my own for the next few hours and I may as well make this painless. "Follow me." Randy grinned and looked at me through his mirror. "Take the tweezers and we'll start with your brows. Yours have grown in a bit. Remember how they looked after I did them?" I returned the look through my mirror looking at me and Randy at the same time and nodded. "We need to work on voice so answer aloud for the rest of the day." "Yes I remember." "Be more breathy. A girl's voice doesn't come the chest or even low throat. Breathy, a little more nasal and higher in the throat." "Yes, I remember." "Better, a bit too Marilyn Monroe, but we'll work on it. Less force and more natural. That's why the practice. Body language, walk and voice are the give aways so we have to get them right sweety." "I'll try." I thought of the girls I had heard. I had taken voice lessons for church choir, so I had some control. Now was the time to use those lessons. "OOO, much better already. We'll work on making it sultry, but you show promise. Cindy is going to be a knock out." Randy reached over and squeezed my right hand. "Ok, now back to brows. Try to grab one hair at a time, hold tight and give a sharp tug." I did. I found a wayward hair, latched on and tugged. It hurt a lot less then when Randy did it. "You ok?" An alto breathy, "Oh yes. It just didn't hurt as much as I thought," came out my mouth as I watched myself in the mirror, continuing to eliminate rogue hairs. "Well Cindy, it hurts less when you do it yourself, and the more you do it. Let me see. I turned to Randy and after an examination, "Well, I'll never have to do yours again. That's perfect." "Again?" I thought. "Now I'll have to help, but pay attention. Your hair has held its trim well and the bangs are long enough to do a do. This is setting gel." A glob of what looked like pink grease was in his hand. He rubbed it into my hair and then combed it out. "This is your rat tail comb Cindy." A pink comb with a long pointy part was in his hand. "We need to layer and part your hair. So we start at the top. We are going to pin eight sections for the top, four on each side." Randy separated my bangs and clipped them. A part was made just to the left of center, then the tail was used to lift a section on the left side from front to back this was clipped and left on top of my head. That strange feeling of having someone touch me and work on me came back. With it came the strange ecstasy. It was the feeling that I had dressing for Angela's skit. I remembered how much I had enjoyed it before and surrendered myself to it again. I found a new heightened peace inside. My solace was interrupted for a moment. "Here Cindy, you do the other side." I did. With the comb now in my hand, I turned it to point the tail toward my face. It took a couple of tries to do in the mirror, but I managed to avoid poking out my eyes. "Ok, now Cindy, Take a bit higher, that's right. Hold it in one hand and take this clip, Good, now clip the hair and lay it to the side. Great, Cindy great, just like you've done it before." I have to admit I grinned back enjoying the fact that I had mastered a new skill. "Ok, Cindy, now take the left hank of hair and divide it into four equal parts. Twirl each and clip it." I looked back into the mirror, undid the clip and using the tail, began to divide my hair. It took a few tries at first, but after a few false starts, I was done with one side. I looked through the mirror to see Randy had brushed his short hair back off his face and slicked it down a bit with some water. He was stretching what looked like a short stocking over his head. "This is a wig cap. Those of us not blessed with long hair use wigs. Luckily my Cindy has her own hair to do. You get the full date night experience." Date night? No this was a work night. I let it go and decided to go to work on the other side. I looked into the mirror and with a smug grin announced that I was done. "I think I'm done Randy." "Ooo, great voice Cindy, but call me Betty for the rest of the day. We can't have a slipup so we need to practice. Now do the bottom the same way. Four clippings per side." I went to work and in a short matter of minutes I had a head full of clips. I looked like some kind of medieval pin cushion. "Well Betty, what now?" I was much more relaxed now. "Ah Cindy that looks good." Betty plopped a box of hair rollers onto the table. I recognized them form my mother's bathroom. "I'll do the top and let you do the bottom. Watch carefully." With that Betty took a couple of hair pins and put them between her teeth. Then removing one clip, and holding a roller in her hand, she combed the hank into a flat section, placed the roller at the bottom. At a slight angle, almost vertical, she rolled the hair and pinned it to the roller. Seven parts later, the top of my head was full of rollers: the front four rollers vertical, the rear four more horizontal. As she handed me the comb," here Cindy, your turn." I fumbled at first. I kept looking for approval from Betty, but she was busy with foundation. I had a short thought about the fact that I would have to do that soon and returned to concentrating on my hair. "Oh Betty, is this alright?" "Perfect. Now let me do you bangs." Four smaller vertical rollers later, my hair was contained. I turned from side to side to look. Wow, another new feeling. I felt the rollers move on my head. They tugged a bit on the hair but most of all there was a slight bounce. I loved it. I don't know why, but I loved it. Now Cindy, find your foundation. We'll do makeup while the hair starts to set. Remember how I did it before?" I did. "Yes dear, I think I do." I decided to play along. I was stuck so go for it. I found a pad in a container and the bottle marked beard cover and foundation. Dabbing some onto the pad I began to smear it on a cheek. Then I stroked the forehead, nose, chin, etc. "Remember..." "Yeah I know, foundation is the base of good makeup jobs. I remember. Is this too much?" Betty scanned me through or mirrors and smiled. "Just try to even it out a bit more and don't forget the neck and top of your chest, but not in the glue area." Oh yeah, glue area. That meant breast forms again. I felt the tug from the other night. No forms yet, just the memory of weight on my chest. "Am I done Betty?" She was full into makeup. She put down her blush brush and looked over. "Ah my student is a quick study. Now Cindy, we are going to get out of order. Before we get into a real girly look up top, let's do the bottom. She handed me a new set of breast forms and another package. I placed them on the table and went to pick up the glue jar. "No, no something new first. Open the package and wait a minute." She reached under the pink curtain below the dressing table and pulled out a package of her own. I opened mine like it was Christmas. I was a child with a present. I didn't recognize the item. It looked like shear flesh colored panties with hair. Betty caught my questioning look. ?It?s a sort of gaff. It will hide you package and give you a girl look down there. Now watch me and follow along.? Also in the box were some latex pads. Not too thick, they looked like chicken fillets hammed flat for Chicken Kiev. She took two and laid them out. Pointing to them she said, ?Put them with the bumps this way, this one is the right, this one the left.? I did the same. Then she found two larger and slightly thicker ones and laid them out too. I did the same. Betty took a can and sprayed the pads and then her hips, outside of her thighs and butt. Then she did the same to me. ?The spray is the same glue, but easier. This will give Cindy a rounder bottom and time to get used to it.? Then she carefully placed the first long pad on her right thigh, then the left. Then a more rounded one on her right butt cheek, then her left. Then with her hands on mine to get it right, I did the same. With a damp cloth, she smoothed the edges seemingly into my own skin. They seemed to disappear. I had hips and shape to my rear. She then held the garment up with the hair in front, I did the same. She bent over and stepped into the legs. I did the same. She pulled it up to just below her groin. I did the same. ?Now take your penis and insert it into the sleeve inside. Like this.? There was a rubbery sleeve and she rolled it onto her penis like a condom. I did the same. Then she pulled the garment up full over the pads. I did the same. It caught some of the glue. ?Now, tuck your penis between your legs like this.? I did. Then I really looked. ?Oh my god. It?s a vagina!? I felt trapped, a bit scared, but not unnatural. I think that scared me more than the look. I was confused on top of all. I kept looking and then noticed that I was moving my hips, turning to look at my new bottom. It was too much and strangely, when I look at my rolled hair, not enough. ?Well yeah. Cindy can?t be seen with a cock.? Betty wiped the leg and waist edges with the cloth and the look was complete. There was no mistaking the fact that I was flatter down there and I had a slit. I looked into the mirror and saw the infamous bearded clam looking back. ?You will have to sit to pee, but you don?t have to take this off. Oh, and if you get lucky, it will direct the hard on back toward your stomach. Works best doggy style.? She giggled and smiled at me. I was in shock just staring at the mirror. She put her hand on one shoulder and one around the other and catching my eyes in the mirror gave me a hug. ?I know it?s a bit much to take in Cindy, but you?re fine. It?s still you. Deep breath and back to work.? I did. Sitting was another new sensation. I didn?t hit the seat of the chair in my usual manner. It felt different on my butt and I filled more of seat. I looked down and saw my new vagina looking back. No penis, no balls just a little triangle of hair and a slit. I was getting excited, but not hard, more thrilled. I shuddered and went back to the mirror. ?Ok Cindy, before I do this next step, let me assure you, I am a trained nurse and this is medical saline.? What? Betty had a syringe in her hand, a big syringe. She wiped a spot on my left pectoral area and plunged the needle under the muscle area. The syringe emptied and I saw my chest bulge, then the right. She put the syringe down and took off her gloves. Then she placed her hands under each new bulge and bounced them. ?Perfect, really nice Cindy, really nice.? I didn?t notice, but Betty had picked up a can from the table. Before I knew it she sprayed glue onto the areas and a new pair of breast forms. A slow wait and first the left and then the right forms were slapped onto my chest. ?Here Cindy, hold these for a few minutes.? I cupped the forms and held them tight to my chest. Looking down I caught the effect. The saline had given me cleavage. The bulge at the top of my breasts was me, my skin, my breasts. Betty caught me starring. I think my jaw had dropped. ?Nice affect eh Cindy? It?s easier and more comfortable than tapping. Don?t worry, the body will absorb the saline and you?ll be back to normal in no time.? I have to admit I wasn?t sure that that was going to happen. Weird, but I was enjoying the look. I had more chest than any girl I had dated. Wow, what a thought. Betty brought me back to normal. ?Well let?s blend those before we move on.? I picked up my foundation and began to blend. I was stroking my own breasts and with the skin stretched, I had another new sensation. I was rubbing my tits, but my whole body was reacting. A bit of light powder and no seams showed. It was then that I noticed that these forms had areolas and nipples, nipples that were about a quarter inch long and half an inch across. They were textured and I unconsciously started to tweak one between my fingers. They felt so real. ?Face time Cindy, face time. Enough exploring, its face time.? I caught Betty leaning over my shoulder grinning at me in the mirror. I fidgeted and felt my tits sway. Unbelievable! I leaned forward to pick up my shadow and they pulled at my chest. I looked and they were drooping. They weren?t the solid forms I had worn before, these were more fluid. They were acting like real breast material. ?Yup, these will actually go somewhat flat if you?re laid down too.? Betty winked and I didn?t get the joke at the moment. She handed me a pair of really long thick lashes and a thinner shorter pair. ?Long on top, short on the bottom. Be careful with the glue.? I had built lots of plastic models so getting the glue line right was no problem. With that done I fluttered. I had seen the look in the mirror on television shows with gorgeous models, but that was me looking back, not a television. I picked up the shadow and looked over. ?Get some on the pad and start in the crease of the nose going out to the end of the lid.? I did. ?That?s good. Now both sides just like that almost up to the brow. We?ll do a light pink high and a darker pink lower down.? It took longer than when Randy had done it, but I was trying to be careful. ?Now Cindy put that over here and let?s do the liner.? I had to squint and worked slowly on the lines. Betty helped me swoop the line out toward the temple. ?That makes your eyes look more almond shaped and less oval. So what?s next Cindy?? I moved to get the blush, ?Not yet dear. We need to shape the face with some darkish powder. Gotta get rid of the square chin, flat cheeks, sharp jaw and angular thin nose.? As I watched Betty do her face I began mine. Betty pointed to areas that needed to be brushed and blended with fingers that now had long red nails. Every so often she would scrape an area when I applied a tad too much. ?Make sure to do a bit in the cleavage to accentuate it.? I did. What seemed like an eternity later, about twenty minutes of so, I was handed the blush. The brush tickled on my cheeks. All done I had high pink cheeks and a rounder face and more pointed jaw. Betty had put on a wig of long straight black hair and was smiling at me like a mother on her daughters first formal date. She wheeled over a small table and grabbed my hands placing them on the table. ?Spread you fingers Cindy.? She stood up and a young Asian girl sat down opposite me. ?This is May, she?s going to do your nails. I?ll be back after I check on the ?boys.?? I had no idea where May came from. She arrived with a small cart full of boxes. I studied the labels and saw several store names that I recognized. They were all fashionable places downtown. I knew Antony had accounts at most of them for ?his girls? and some of the boxes were from his actors? supply store. She put the cart next to my seat and sat down across from me. Lotion, cuticle work, filing, polishing, more lotion, pampering and then May glued half inch tips on each nail. Some trimming and more filing and they were about three-eighths longer than my normal nails. Then came the first coat of pink color. I was swung in the chair and May asked for my feet. My toes were done to match my fingers and a roll of cotton was placed between each toe to separate them. Back to the fingers and then back to the toes. May finished off with a coat of clear polish. She stood up, ?Wait like that a few minutes while it all dries and hardens. It will be very strong.? She bowed and left the dressing room. I was still waiting when Betty came back. ?Cheap glue-ons would work? I?ll never get these off, and the color.? ?Don?t worry, we can remove the color and you can clip the nails later. We are going for an affect. The crew at The Factory has to see a beautiful girl with her date and not the boss?s spy. If they see you like this they will act like ogle-eyed school boys and be off their guard. You?ll be able to do anything and they will fall all over themselves.? ?Ok, I guess you?re right. It?s just that?? ?Just nothing Cindy. That is the last concern I want to hear. Did you have a good time the other night? Yes you did. This is just more and that means it could be more fun. Now just enjoy yourself sweety. Girls do this all the time. It?s their fun time. Now no more gloomy worried Cindy,? ?You?re right. I certainly can?t stop now.? I turned to the mirror and saw a very nice looking twentyish girl looking back. I raised a hand to touch the face and the effect of the makeup, pads and nails hit me full force. I started to well tears, ?No, No, none of that. We can?t have you ruin your face now can we?? Betty dabbed my eyes gently and blew me a kiss through the reflection. I took a deep breath and rolled my now pink glossy lips. The taste of lipstick brought me back to my new reality. Betty was a fair ways along in her dressing. Me not at all. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and it finally hit me that I was looking at a nude girl. Slim to be sure, but with a nice figure. I could hear Betty opening the boxes May had brought in and turned. She had laid items out on the table and was hanging others on the costume rack. ?Go ahead Cindy, you know the drill, just like last time.? She waved to the lingerie on the table. Yes I did know the drill. Why a male like myself would know came as a question to me silently. What was I becoming? I reminded myself that this was for the job. The problem was I wasn?t fighting back. All this somehow didn?t seem strange. In fact it was almost feeling normal. Why wasn?t I aroused? I reached down and picked up the garter belt. All of the underwear was red this time. It was also really lacy, three clasps done in front and turned around. Next was a pair of panties. They were different from the other night. ?Those are French cut.? Betty must have caught my curiosity. ?You have the hips to pull them off now.? I guess so. They slid up my clean legs and it was like they have had been form fit to my new bottom. Looking at them in the mirror I noticed that they split my butt cheeks in the back giving me two lobes that with my wider hips gave me a heart shaped look any girl would have been proud of. The bra came next. The tag was 38B demi-cup. I did the two clasps in front, turned it around, slipped my arms into the straps and went to work placing my boobs into the cups as if I had done it all my life. In the mirror I couldn?t see and seems between skin and forms or pads. For the first time my privates began to come to life. No raging hard on, but real sensitive and a bit of a strain against my new vagina. I had three exciting mounds, two on my chest and one between my legs. I found the stockings on my own. I had seen women put them on before. You know Ann Bancroft style in The Graduate. I rolled them in my hand, remembering the other night. I was getting excited as I unrolled them up my legs, my hairless, smooth legs and fastened them to the garter belt. I wasn?t sexually excited, but for the first time I was looking forward to the evening. I wondered what the crew had chosen for my dress. ?What is Angela wearing?? ?Not Angela, Andy. Make sure to call HIM Andy tonight. We have a date with Bruce and Andy.? ?I wonder what Andy is wearing?? ?Nothing compared what we?ll be wearing I assure you.? There was a giggle that I joined in on. It occurred to me, I was Cindy. I couldn?t help it. I wasn?t anyone else. I was lost in her, I mean me. We were one and the same. I would deny it later, but I think right then I knew I wouldn?t live without her again. I just didn?t know how much I would live with her?yet. I stood there looking like a lingerie model in a Sear?s catalogue for what seemed like an eternity. I felt vulnerable. I imagined that all girls felt that way. Betty was behind the costume racks getting dressed. When she emerged I was stunned. Betty was a long haired, long legged beauty in a yellow single shouldered dress. It hugged her like a glove. The skirt swayed with her every step. Her white heals clacked with every step. They had to be four inches high and she carried of the look perfectly. ?Oh my Betty, I?ll never compete with that.? ?Just wait.? Betty sashayed over to the last of the boxes and opened the large one. She pulled out a red dress. ?Here dear, this is yours.? She held it out to me by the shoulders. I took it and holding it up to myself kicked out a leg and felt the polyester slip on my stockinged leg. I looked in the mirror. It was amazing. Betty took it from me and told me to put my arms above my head. I did. She slipped the dress over my arms and directed it down over my rolled hair, over my shoulders, over my breasts, over my hips down my legs. The fabric encased my just as hers did. I felt wrapped up. The boat collar went from shoulder to shoulder. There was fabric hanging from it that went down to the top of my breasts, just over my arms and to my shoulder blades in back. The full skirt hung just below my knees. She took a sash of the same color, placed it around my waist and knotted it so the ends fell off my left hip to about my knee. Then she arranged the folds of the skirt to even it out around my waist. It swung with my every move lusciously rubbing my legs. ?Hold on, don?t move yet.? From yet another box came a pair of red heals. Pumps she called them. Two inch pumps. I slipped them on. They felt a tad tight at first, but that went away. I was really too engrossed in the feel of the dress. ?Now sit. It?s reveal time for the hair.? I started to sit. ?Smooth your skirt under you like this.? Betty put a hand about mid butt and ran it down the back of her lags as she sat. ?Do it like that.? I did. ?Don?t do it too tight, just enough to make sure you are sitting on a smooth skirt. We can?t have you wrinkling the dress you know, looks terrible when you stand up.? She proceeded to take the curlers out of my now dry hair, first the lowers then the uppers and the bangs. She then took a round brush from the table, ?Ok, watch how I do this so you can refresh your hair tonight yourself.? With the brush she curled the hair backwards on the sides slightly up in the back and definitely back with the bangs. Then there was massive amounts of hair spray. As she fluffed the hair with her hand. She told me to look. I did. I was a black haired version of Farrah Fawcett. That was my hair. I could feel the hair brush my neck and forehead. It felt good even on my ears. I just stared. Hell, that was all me. That was Cindy. I sat there stunned. For a few moments I was confused. That wasn?t me, but it was. The girl in the mirror was me, but I?m not a girl. This was how people would see me, but not me Cindy. But I was Cindy. I wasn?t overly beautiful, but I was most assuredly a good looking girl. Not a super model, but no wall flower either. What?s more I knew it and was proud. ?There?s no time to pierce your ears for hoops, so these will have to do.? Betty handed me a box with a pair of large hoop earrings and wrist bangles. There were lots of wrist bangles There had to be fifteen or so. I placed the on my right wrist. Then Betty handed me a small gold banded watch. That went on my left wrist. A couple of rings on both hands and I thought we were done. Betty then went behind me and reaching around my neck she clasped a black and gold choker around my neck. I thought I?d choke, but as she released it, my breathing went back to normal. It was broad enough to cover my Adam?s apple. I couldn?t believe the overall look, but had little time to revel in it. ?Now you hand bag. Tonight it is a clutch. We need to get it ready. So here we go. Follow me.? I watched her put things in. Powder, lipstick and gloss, mascara, comb, brush, blush, eye stuff, a small version of every makeup on the table. Then she handed me a tampon. ?What?? ?Look, every girl has one. If some asks, like any girl you can give them one. If someone looks in your bag, they will expect to see one. Illusion, it is all about the illusion and the details count.? ?Ok.? And in it went. Then cigarettes and a gold cased bic lighter. ?Here?s your wallet.? Betty handed me an alligator skinned wallet that looked like it could hold a checkbook. ?Open it and get used to the contents. I put the cash from your boy wallet in there.? I did. Cindy Chase. The photo ID read Cindy Chase. The address was Bruce?s at home and I guess now it was mine and so was the ID. The photo had been taken during my last show with Angela. The hair was different, but it was me none the less, me Cindy Chase. For real, I was Cindy Chase. Chase was Bruce?s last name. ?So I go as his sister?? ?We figured that way everything would be easy to remember and explain. You know all of the information and details of even the house and his parents. You came down for the weekend and are going on a double date with him for a good time. He?ll take the lead and all you have to do is follow and do your job. It can even help explain you?re looking around. After all you ain?t the city girl so exploring new things in the city would be natural. Now we better grab our coats and meet the boys.? Betty took a wool wrap with a beaver collar off the rack and put it on. She then opened the last of the boxes. Out came a brown suede waist length jacket with a pile lining and fur all around. ?Put it on.? I did. The fur tickled my chin and neck and when clasped in front I had a fur stripe down between my breasts and over my rear. I felt almost corseted, but secure and warm. ?The boys are out front so let?s go.? We did. We clacked to the door and went out into the ally. There were Bruce and Andy (Angela) having a cigarette. ?Holy shit you two!? Andy almost had to rein in his eyes. ?Wow, we sure did get lucky,? he added with a grin. He hooked an arm in mine. Betty showed me how to hold my clutch as we walked to Bruce?s car parked on the street. People! There were people. I stopped short for second. ?Don?t worry. You look great. Look at their eyes. Everyone sees a good looking girl out with her date.? Andy whisper to me and gave a gentle tug that got me started again. He opened the rear passenger door and Bruce opened the other side for Betty. I watched her. She put her back to the door, smoothed the skirt of her dress, sat on the edge of the car seat and swung her legs in as she pivoted. I managed to do the same without a hitch. It felt weird, but it also was no problem. The boys got in with Bruce driving. ?we have a reservation at the Brandy and Beef.? It was one of Antony?s restaurants. I had straightened it out for him too. ?No, we can?t. They know me there.? ?They don?t know Cindy. This is a confidence builder for you. If anything happens, we?ll leave, but you have to have confidence that tonight you are Cindy Chase, no one else.? Andy sounded adamant so I said nothing more about it. We drove on.