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Fred to Frieda By Tami Lynne Benevento One of the comments that I received when I wrote Max to Maxie was if I could expand on Fred/Frieda's character. This is very much a standalone story but if you have read Max to Maxie yet, I would encourage you to do so. I hope you enjoy this and please leave me some feedback. Hi, my name is Frieda Johnston. It used to be Fred Thomas and this is my story. My Grandfather used to have a saying, "You turn a corner and it changes your life forever." I never really understood what that meant until that spur of the moment stop at Safeway. A seemly simple act, such as going grocery shopping, changed my life forever. Before I get ahead of myself, I should probably digress a bit and tell you something about me. I am 26 and a 3rd grade teacher. I grew up in California, but I accepted a fulltime teaching position in Seattle last fall. Growing up, I had a very domineering Mother and older sister (Jennifer). My Father was, and still is, a very weak man and a bit effeminate. He would always walk behind my Mother and would never disagree with her. These were my role models growing up. Mother wouldn't let me play sports and actually encouraged me to play with dolls. She insisted that I wear my hair on the long side and she used petticoat punishment if I got out of line. When I was 12, and summer vacation had just started, I got into a fight with Jennifer. She had been teasing me because my hair was longer than hers. I tried to tell her that Mother wouldn't let me cut it but, she continued to tease me. Mother came in to see what the fuss was all about and by this time I was crying. She didn't care who started the fight. Jennifer could do no wrong so I was to be punished. Mother said that since I was acting like a spoiled little girl, I should at least look like one. I knew the drill and immediately started to undress. Jennifer left the room and came running back with some of her old clothes for me to wear. I put on her panties, a training bra, a camisole, a blouse and skirt and a pair of flats. Usually I just have to wear this around the house for the rest of the day. Today though, Mother said that I didn't seem to be learning my lessons on good behavior. In fact she said, I was acting like a spoiled girl and if I wanted to act like a girl, then I should look like a girl. Mother made a phone call and said, "We are going out." I was going to protest having to go out dressed like this but, I knew better. We got in the car and ended up at the salon that Mother and Jennifer go to. We went inside and Mother told Suzie, the stylist, that since I was acting like a little girl that I should, at least, look like one. They talked and I was lead to the back room. Suzie told to take my blouse and skirt off and I was given a nylon smock to put on. She then took me to the sink area and washed my hair. Back to her station and out came the trolley with all of the perm rods on it. This wasn't the first time that Mother had used this as a punishment but, this is the first time that I was sitting here dressed like a girl. In the past, my hair was always done on larger rods. The punishment was more sitting and having to endure this. This time, Suzie used smaller gray and white perm rods. I just knew that Mother had something different planned this time. While my hair was processing, Mother had Suzie bring out her wax pot and she proceeded to wax what little hair I had on my legs and underarms and she did my eyebrows too. Next came the manicure/pedicure station and soon all of my nails were pale pink. If that wasn't bad enough, my ears were pierced next. Suzie had me sitting, facing the mirror, watching her remove each and every perm rod. With each rod, I was seeing just how curly my hair had become. When she finished removing the rods, she trimmed my hair to accentuate the curls and open up my face. Looking in the mirror, I don't myself anymore but, a 12 year old girl looking back at me. I wanted to ask Mother why she was having all of this done to me. But, each time I tried she just gave me a look that said, in no uncertain terms, don't say a word. So I kept my mouth and sat there in humiliation. After being there at least 3 hours, I was told to go back and change into my clothes. There was a full length mirror in the changing room. After I changed, I just stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I had this feeling that I wouldn't be seeing my old self for a while. When we got home, Father's comment was that I looked very nice. He continued by saying that right after he and Mother got married, she used this same punishment on him. He said that it took about a month before he finally accepted his fate in life. He suggested that I just accept it too. Sure enough, what was supposed to be a week's punishment kept getting extended until summer was almost over. The whole summer, I wore nothing but girl's clothes. The guys, that I knew, laughed and taunted me. The girls, that I knew, on the other hand sort of adopted me, with Mother's encouragement of course. I literally spent the summer as one of the girls. I learned so much about hair, make-up and fashion. Towards the end of summer, I didn't give a second thought about going to the mall and elsewhere as Frieda. To be honest, I was sorry to see summer end. I asked Mother if she was trying to turn me into a girl and she said no but, if I wanted to be one, she was there to support me. She did comment though that this whole summer I never fought with Jennifer at all. I really had mixed feelings when, a week before school started, Mother took me back to see Suzie and to have my hair cut to a style which was more appropriate for a boy. I was a bit conflicted. I was accepted by my girlfriends and I sort of enjoyed being one of the girls. On the other hand, I couldn't wait to go back to being a boy. My time as Frieda gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of what it is to be a girl. I gained a greater respect for girls and women. My attitude and demeanor completely changed and this was the last time that Mother used petticoat punishment on me. At school, the boys continued to taunt and tease me, I had no male friends. The friends that I did have were all girls. My best friend was a girl by the name of Morgan. She, like all of my other girlfriends, all had strong personalities and kept me in my place. At least once a month, they wanted Frieda back, which didn't really bother me. Being surrounded by strong, domineering women and girls, I developed an inferiority complex. I was so shy that, even though I had many "girlfriends", the only time I dated was when a girl would ask me out. Mother was pleased on how I turned out. What I thought was a weakness around women, she saw as a man knowing his place around women. My Father had accepted that a longtime ago and is very content with his role in their marriage. Growing up, I knew what I was becoming. But, whenever I tried to change, I would get "beaten" down by my Mother, Jennifer, Morgan and my other "girlfriends." Except for the time I spent with my friends as Frieda, I dressed very much like a boy. But, everyone insisted that I continue to wear earrings, my hair was always very stylish, my body was kept hairless and my eyebrows were well manicured. I was so used to the way I looked, I didn't give it a second thought about going to see Suzie to get my hair highlighted and/or colored. She also waxed my eyebrows, arm pits and legs for me. My nails were always well manicured and I often would wear clear polish. I would routinely go shopping with my friends. I developed a keen fashion sense and they would always ask my opinion about this or that. I think all of my friends thought I was gay. I was thought of as being non-threatening. In fact, there were a few times I was actually invited to a slumber party. I felt very comfortable with them and learned much about girls and women. During my Frieda time, no one thought of me as anything other than a girl. There were many times I actually talked with my family and friends asking them what they thought about me becoming a girl. My friends were all excited and said that if I wanted to be a girl they would support me. Even my family said if that is what I wanted, they would support me. My junior year in high school, I started growing my hair back out. As the year progressed, I kept going in to see Suzie to get my roots touched up but, I had her trim it up to more of a fem look. As school ended, I decided that I would spend the summer as Frieda. Mother was very happy and took me on a two day shopping spree. My boy clothes were all packed up and stored in the garage. Replacing them was a complete new wardrobe, including lingerie, dresses, skirts, tops, pants, shorts, shoes and jewelry. I asked her if I could start electrolysis and she suggested why not try laser first. So by half way through summer, I would never have to worry about shaving my face again. I started curling my hair and growing out my nails and wearing make-up became second nature to me. To be honest, I was very happy spending the summer as Frieda. I started seeing a psychologist, Dr. Jane Bryant, who specialized in transgendered teens. She is the one who suggested that I spend the summer as Frieda. When the summer was coming to an end, I had a decision to make. How do I spend the next year? I was very conflicted. I loved being Frieda but, I missed being Fred too. I didn't want to go cold turkey and stop being Frieda. Dr. Bryant suggested I dress and act in a way that I felt the most comfortable with. I went and had Suzie cut my hair in layers but, in a more unisex way. My fingernails were cut short and polished with clear polish. My toenails stayed a dark red color. I wore my panties and a camisole under my boy clothes. I used light makeup and guy liner. My first day, of my senior year, I created quite a stir. Everyone was waiting to see if Frieda would show up. When they saw me, they just assumed that I was gay. Those who taunted and teased me continued to do so. Morgan and my "girlfriends" missed Frieda but, supported me. I was asked out by a couple of gay guys at school, which I declined. With my look, it was easy to go between being Fred and Frieda. If I had something going on with my friends, Frieda would often come out after school and almost always on weekends and holidays. Mother was so happy when she had a 2nd daughter. In many ways, our relationship was much better when I was Frieda. She was always taking me shopping and my wardrobe and jewelry box kept growing. As the year progressed I found that I wanted to spend more time as Frieda. After our winter break, I wore girl jeans to school and no one noticed except for Morgan who thought they looked cute on me. I decided to get my hair permed because I loved having curly hair. I kept adding small subtle changes. Dr. Bryant had given me a letter saying that I was transgendered so the school couldn't say anything as long as I dressed in a decent way. After our spring break, I wore a skirt to school for the first time. I had thought it would have caused more of a commotion but, no one was surprised. Again it was Morgan who came up to me and said that she loved my skirt. The rest of the school year, I was Frieda. I know it was probably a joke but, I was elected the Senior Prom Queen. John, the only male friend that I had, who was gay, asked me to the prom. I said yes. I had great fun shopping for my prom dress with Mother. The day of the prom, I had Suzie do my hair and make-up. John picked me up and we joined Morgan and her boyfriend, Josh. I knew Josh and while weren't friends, he never hassled me at all about the changes I made to myself. The prom night was so magical. The local news station and did a story about the "Transgendered Prom Queen." They interviewed some of the kids there; some of them I thought didn't like me. The response was all positive, how brave I was for being who I am, etc. The Prom King was Eric Wilson, the varsity quarterback. When we had our traditional dance, he whispered to me that he was the one that pushed for me to be Queen and asked me if I wanted to go out sometime. I was very surprised, and flattered. Eric was known as a ladies man and had girls always chasing him. I knew, that he knew, that I was actually a boy and I asked him about that. He just said that yes he knew but he only saw me as a desirable girl. I blushed but, I told him thank you but I wanted to see if there was anything with John. He was very much a gentleman and told me that if I changed my mind to call him. Like I said, the night was magical. I had so much fun with John, for the first time, I actually thought that it be nice to have a boyfriend. When John dropped me off, I was hoping that he would kiss me goodnight. I gave him the perfect opening but, he did nothing. I leaned in to kiss him and he just turned his head so I just got his cheek. I asked him why he didn't want to kiss me. He said that while he cherished our friendship, he was gay and could only think of me as a girl. He said that the way I looked at the first part of the year was much more appealing than I do now. I knew that he was giving me a compliment but, it hurt to be rejected. He said that he still wanted to be friends. He also added that he knew that Eric wanted to ask me out and he said that I should go out with him. We hugged good night and I went into the house. Mother and Father were still up and wanted to know about my prom. I told them everything, except about Eric, and said that I had a great time. Mother was disappointed when I told them that John and I were going to be just friends. Mother had met John and knew that, besides being gay, he was also a weak boy. Her thinking was that if I was going to be a girl, I should date a boy that I could dominate. She just gave me a hug saying that there will be other boys. I didn't tell her about Eric because I knew she wouldn't approve. Eric is a very dominant person, which would go well with my submissive personality. But, to Mother, the idea of me, a girl, being submissive to a man was unthinkable. So I decided I wouldn't say anything unless we actually dated. Eric was in my 3rd period English class. I took a deep breath, went up to him and said that John and I weren't dating. He asked why not, and I told him that I was too much of a girl for him. We both laughed and he said, I told you so. He asked me to sit with him at lunch, which I did. One guy came up to him and asked why faggot was sitting at their table. Eric stood up saying that I wasn't a faggot but, one of the prettiest girls at school. The guy just looked at him, said whatever and left. Most of the cafeteria heard this exchange and applauded. The last few weeks of school, Eric and I spent most of our free time together. I finally told Mother about Eric and she wanted to meet him. Eric was very polite but, Mother didn't like him. She thought he was going to be nothing but trouble but, was going to let me find out on my own. Eric and I spent most of our time together. Because Eric was dating me, no one at school treated me as anyone other than one of the girls. We both went on the senior trip to Hawaii. It was there that I first fell in love. We had kissed and made out many times but, that was as far as it went. Things changed when were on Maui. We had snuck off, from the others in our class and found a secluded spot. We laid down a blanket that we took from the hotel and started to kiss. I started getting so aroused that when he guided my head down to his crotch, I willing started to undo his pants. I had never done anything like this before but, I knew that I wanted to. Knowing that this might happen, I did some research on how to give head. In fact, Morgan told me how to do it and had me practice on a sausage. She had me practice until I could get all of the way in without gagging. I also knew that one day I would be having sex, if not with Eric, some other guy. I knew that Mother had a strap-on that she used on Father. Every chance that I had, I would practice with it. At first it hurt a lot but, with time I got it to slide in easily. With repeated use, I was able to get it to hit my prostrate just right and bring to an intense orgasm. I bought and hid my own tube of K-Y jelly. Remembering what Morgan taught me, and knowing what feels good on me, I took his cock out of his pants and started kissing and licking it. Soon he was in my mouth and all of the way down my throat. What I wasn't prepared for, was the wave after wave of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a bit at first but was soon swallowing it all. Even though I hadn't started hormones yet, I did have a little normal male breast growth. He had me take off my top, he undid my bra and he started sucking my little breasts. I was getting so turned on, and Eric sensed it. He reached for my cock and I pushed his hand away saying that I didn't want anyone touching it. Instead I had him lay on his back and I took my shorts and pants off. I got a condom and my tube of KY jelly out of my purse. I put the condom on Eric, smeared it and my sphincter with the KY Jelly and lowered myself down on him. This was a different experience for both of us. I was the one taking control and he was letting me. But after all of my practice time with the dildo, I knew that I wanted the real thing. In many ways having the real thing inside you was so much better and being in control really sparked something inside me, I liked being in control. Eric, on the other hand, didn't like losing control, but he was enjoying the sex. This encounter had several consequences. Eric didn't like not being in control so he dumped me. I know that I should have been more upset than I was but, I wasn't. For the very first time, in a long time, I actually experienced being in charge, and I liked it. Also, I found that I really enjoyed sex for just being sex and not having strings attached. After graduation and through the summer, I dated a couple of different guys. There was nothing emotional just casual relationships and casual sex. The more that I dated guys, the more that I wasn't sure I was all that was attracted to them. Before I knew it, summer was gone and fall was here. That meant starting college. To save money, Mother insisted that I do all of my lower division college work at the local Community College. This was actually more about her trying to keep control on me for as long as possible. The first week, I met a woman named Mattie. We struck an instant friendship. Morgan's family had moved back to Chicago and she was going to go to school there. Mattie soon became my new best friend. I enjoyed our friendship very much. But, what piqued my interest was that she never talked about guys. One day I asked her about it and she confessed that she was a lesbian. She said that she was afraid to tell me because she thought that might affect our friendship. I told her my secret and she was shocked. Mattie asked me if I wanted to be a woman. I told her that there was a time that there was no doubt in my mind that that is what I wanted. I told her that while I love being Frieda, sometimes I wasn't so sure. I told her about the men I had been with and how I was starting to lose interest in men in general. Mattie shyly said that she had never been with a man before, with that she kissed me. That night she gave me a lesson on how to make love to a woman without using my cock. Instead, she took out her strap on and we took turns using it on each other. We grew closer and became a lesbian couple. Mother liked and approved of Mattie because was the dominant one in our relationship. At first it seemed a bit weird giving up my sense of control but, I didn't mind at all. Mother told me that if I really wanted to transition to become a woman that, after my 18th birthday she would pay for everything. My birthday is on October 15 and I would finally be able to start hormones then. I already had the approval to start hormone therapy it was just a matter of doing it. Of course, Mattie was encouraging me to do it. Mother, Father and Jennifer were all in favor of me becoming a woman. While I loved them all, and I loved being Frieda, the decision wasn't as easy as I thought it should be. Right after my birthday, I made an appointment with an endocrinologist, Dr. Teresa Berg for a consultation. She suggested using an injectable estrogen (twice a month), combined with a daily oral estrogen and an anti-androgen to control my testosterone and to help the estrogen to work better. She explained the results and side effects that I should expect. I thanked her and said that I needed to think about it. I went home, talked to Mattie and my family, and did what I thought was some deep soul searching. I called Dr. Berg's office and made an appointment for the following week. The whole next week I was a wreck. I thought that I knew what I wanted. My friends and family wanted me, and were pressuring me, to become a woman. I did truly loved being Frieda and doing girly things. Mattie taught me how to make love to a woman as a woman. The decision should have been simple. I showed up at Dr. Berg's office right one time. I went into the patient room and waited for Dr. Berg to come in. A few minutes later, she came in with a syringe and a bottle of Estradiol. We chatted a little bit and she asked if I was ready, I said yes. She filled the syringe and told me to expose the left cheek of my butt. I pull down my pants to expose my left cheek. I stood there in a cold sweat, waiting to feel the needle go in me. Then, just as she was going to stick me, I yelled, "No stop!" I finally realized that I wasn't, at the point in my life, willing to make such drastic changes to my body. When I got home everyone was disappointed. I told them that maybe I will start in the future but, not right now. Mattie was especially upset. The next two years was a transitional period in my life. Mattie and I broke up as a couple. I wasn't interested in men, and the women I met just weren't interested in someone like me. So as time progressed, Frieda slowly started to fade away. As Frieda became less a part of me, Fred started to reemerge. All of my girl's clothes got packed away; I cut my hair short, stopped wearing earrings and makeup. As Fred started to reemerge, I found that women were more interested in me. I found that I would tend to try and control the relationship. Another thing happened. I found that I really enjoyed a no strings attached causal relationship. There were times I was dating 2 or more women at one time. From what I learned about women from my family, friends and living as Frieda, allowed me to tell women exactly what they wanted to hear. I found that it was very easy to get them into bed and think that I was doing them a favor by sleeping with them. Mother wasn't happy at all, about the way I turned out. Not only did I stay a man, I didn't have the decency to be submissive like all men were supposed to be. I must admit there were many times, when I was with a woman, that I could hear Mother telling me that I needed to respect women. I decided that I wanted to go into teaching. I always enjoyed working with children. Plus, I would get the summers off and I looked at it as another way to meet women. Eventually, I transferred to UCLA, which was about 400 miles away. For the first time in my life, I was on my own. No Mother or sister to look over my shoulder. I started chasing anything that wore a skirt. As much as I wanted to be "normal", every time I approached a girl, I could still hear Mother telling me to respect women. But, I quickly became somewhat of a horn dog and I just ignored those thoughts. The truth is that I was over compensating to counter act the years of conditioning that Mother put into me. What scared me was that deep inside me, I knew that my other submissive side might come out at any time. If this happened I feared that I might not be able to regain my new self. I quickly developed a reputation. One of the guys that I knew suggested that I might want to tone it down. He said that it would be hard, if not impossible; to get a job teaching if there was even the hint of bad moral behavior. I knew he was right and scaled back my activities. I even had a couple of semi-long term relationships. My last semester of school, I started putting out resumes`. I was offered a couple of different teaching positions but the one I decided to take was in Seattle teaching 3rd grade. Seattle was attractive for several reasons. It was one of the better paying school districts. Every once in a while I felt the need to have Frieda come out and play and Seattle is known for being friendly to crossdressers. Finally, it was far enough from home that I wouldn't have Mother messing with my life. After moving Seattle, I started playing the field again. I developed a set routine as to where I would take women, break down their "defenses" to get them into bed. While there were a couple of very attractive single teachers at my school, I made a point of not dating any of them. I found it easier, and wiser, not to mix my social and professional life together. Everything was going well. I was drifting from one causal relationship to another. Then there was that Saturday morning, right at the start of spring break, which changed my life forever. I stopped by Safeway to get a couple of things for dinner. Who am I kidding; I found that the grocery store was a great place to meet women. That's where I first saw Maxie. Maxie looked like she was in her early to mid-20's, very pretty with striking red hair. I have always had a thing for redheads. She was going up one aisle and down another. I went ahead of her and started my act. I set my strategy so it looks like this was a chance encounter. I acted like I was confused and made it clear that I was having a hard time making a decision. When I do this routine, I try and act like I am the guy in the Carl's Jr commercial that said, "If it wasn't for Carl Jr's, some guys would starve." I found that this was a great way to both break the ice and to get the woman to think that she was "saving" this poor and helpless guy. Maxie came up to me. The first thing that I noticed was that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. I went over to her and said that I wasn't quite sure how to cook pasta. She explained to me how cook pasta and showed me the best one to use. We started to chat and it didn't take very long for me to think Maxie just might be my next conquest. I asked for her phone number. She smiled and just said let's finish our shopping and then go to Starbucks and have a cup of coffee. We sat and chatted for about an hour when she excused herself and went to the ladies room. After she returned, we decided to get something to eat. During lunch, I found out that she was graphic artist for a local fashion design firm. We seemed to really hit it off. I pour on my charm but deep inside I had this feeling that there was more to her than I thought. When lunch was over, she kissed me on the cheek and gave me her cell phone number telling me to call her. As soon as I got home, I called her asking when I could see her again. We made a date for that night. We were going to meet at Pike's Market and go from there. We met at Pike's Market. Maxie was dressed very nicely and I didn't think she could have been more beautiful than when I saw her in Safeway. I gave her one perfect rose and suggested that we go to Roberto's, a little quiet Italian Bistro that I knew. It was just a couple of blocks from where we were. For April in Seattle, the weather was very pleasant so we walked. I told her that the restaurant was "owned" by my Aunt Gina and Uncle Roberto. They were both from the area north of Venice and everything they cooked was fresh and very authentic Italian. They weren't really my Aunt and Uncle but I had been going there since I first moved to Seattle and they sort of adopted me. They acted, for me, that they were so happy that I had finally met someone here and they treated us like we were special. The food was fabulous and the evening couldn't have gone better. I was a perfect gentleman the whole evening. I held the door open for her, and it seemed like this was the first time in her life that she was actually being treated like a lady. I could tell that she I liked it. I could tell that she was succumbing to my charms. When we finished with dinner, I suggested that we walk along the shore line, there were actually stars out. We talked and I had her at ease and feeling very comfortable and safe. I suggested that we go to this little jazz club that I knew about. It wasn't too crowded and the music was always very nice. After Maxie had a couple glasses of wine, I told her that I didn't drink, she was feeling very good. After the 3rd glass, she was feeling no pain. I offered to drive Maxie home but, on the way I wanted to show her the Seattle cityscape. We drove up to the top of this hill that overlooked Seattle and parked. I put my arm around Maxie and said, "Maxie I know we just met but I think I could easily fall head over heels in love with you." She looked into my eyes and I could tell that she wanted to kiss me. I immediately and gently, put my hands around her face and drew her into me. Soon she was passionately kissing me. As we kissed, I had her blouse unbuttoned with one hand while the other was massaging the inside of her thigh. Maxie had put on a demi bra that closed in the front. Without even looking, I found the closure, undid it and started massaging and playing with her nipples. I sensed that at first she was trying to control the situation. But, as my head went down to kiss and suck her breasts, she knew that she had lost any control that she thought she might have had. I knew how to push all of the right buttons and she knew that she was in trouble. She had lost control. Then she started to take the initiative. She pulled my head off her breast and pushed me back. I looked a bit confused until she started to unzip my pants and reached in and pulled out my now hard cock. She ran her hand up and down on it a few times and I put my hand around the back of her head and pulled her down to my waiting cock. She fought me until I released her head. She looked and me, wagged here finger and then she put her head down in my lap kissing the end of my cock. She ran her tongue up and down my cock, and paid special attention to the area underneath the head. I went to grab her head again and she pushed my hands away. I wanted her to take my cock in her mouth now. But, she was going to do it when she was ready. I didn't like that now, I was losing control. She just looked up at me and I knew all of the sudden the tables got turned on me. When I was to the point of trembling, Maxie opened her mouth and lowered her head on to my cock until it was all of the way in. She started moving her head up and down with her tongue applying pressure to the underside of my cock. It didn't take long for me to explode. When I was finished, I had this look of exhaustion and contentment on my face. Before I could focus, she sat up and kissed me allowing the cum, in her mouth, to flow into my mouth. I am not sure why I was shocked, it's not like this was the first time I tasted cum, but I started to spit it out. "Don't you dare, swallow all of it." I started to spit it out anyway. She put her fingers over my mouth, "If you don't swallow that now or spit it out, that will be the last time you will ever get anything from me. Do you understand?" What just happened? How did I all of a sudden lose control? What is it about her? Why can't I say no? I swallowed it all. Maxie redressed herself and I took her home. When we arrived, we kissed again; I opened her door and I walked her to the door. Just as I was turning to leave, a woman drove up the driveway. She told me that was her roommate Sandi. When she got out of the car Maxie introduced us. I was trying to polite and good but, I couldn't take my eyes off Sandi. She just smiled at me and said goodnight and went into the house. We kissed once more, Maxie told me to call her. I waited for her to go into the house, and then I drove home. I couldn't sleep that night. On one hand, I was trying to figure out how I lost control and why it didn't seem to bother me. Also, I was captivated by Maxie's roommate Sandi. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could get them both into bed. The next morning I called Maxie to ask her if she would like to go to a Mariners/A's game. A friend of mine had box seats and he wasn't going to be using them and he gave them to me. I told her that she could bring Sandi along if I wanted to. She just said no that it will be just the two of us. I picked her up at 10:00 for the 1:00 game. When we got there, we had the box for ourselves. It was set up with two rows of seats to watch the game, a small kitchenette and table in the back and a couple of couches to sit on and talk. There was also a small spread of food, for us to eat, and some wine and chilled champagne. We each made a plate of food and sat down and watched the game as it started. After a couple on innings, it seemed like Maxie was getting bored. She collected our plates and took them to the kitchenette. She sat back down next to me, slowly reached over and unzipped my pants. I tried to stop her but, she just slapped my hand telling me to just sit back and enjoy it. She started stroking me and with-in no time I was hard as a rock. When I started squirming, she put the condom on my cock just as I came, filling it. When I finished, she took the condom off, leaned down and cleaned me up with her tongue. I started to freak out, even though I was getting hard again, I was worried that someone would see us. She just looked up at me and said, "So?" When I was good and clean, she emptied the condom into her mouth and started kissing me while she started stroking me again. I couldn't help myself but to let the cum flow from her mouth to mine. I even ran my tongue around the inside of her mouth so that I could get it all. What just happened? I was losing control and I knew that she was quickly gaining control over me. We watched a few more innings with Maxie slowly stroking me, keeping me hard but not letting me climax. I was so confused now; I didn't even care about the baseball game. For the 7th inning stretch, Maxie put my hard cock back into my pants, she took my hand and led me to one of the couches and laid me down. She took her top and bra off and dropped her jeans leaving her wearing nothing but bikini panties. She ordered me to completely undress which I did. She lay on top of me putting my hands on her breasts, kissing me and grinding her hips against my hard cock. She told me that I couldn't cum until she gave me permission. The more she kissed me and ground her hips, the squirmier I became. Of course I couldn't control myself and soon I came squirting all over us and her panties. "Look at the mess you created! I didn't bring a clean pair of panties with me. What am I supposed to do now?" "Well...ah...I don't know...I am sorry." "Well you can start by cleaning up your mess." With that, she slid up to my face and had me lick her clean, then lick her panties, and finally use my fingers to clean myself up. "I can't wear these wet panties now. I know..." With that, she got off the couch, took her panties off and put on my briefs and got dressed. When she told me to get dressed, I said that I didn't have any underwear to wear now. She tossed me her panties and told me to wear those. I was shocked but, I couldn't say no to her and put them on and finished getting dressed. Rubbing her hand against my crotch, "They feel good don't they?" "Yes I guess they do." "Good I am glad you like them. When you go home tonight, I want you to carefully wash them out in the sink for me. Why don't I come over and make you dinner tomorrow night. Does that sound good to you?" "Yes that would be great!" "Oh by the way, I want you to wear the panties; after all they are yours now." Maxie had successfully taken control. I wanted to say something but, my years of being under Mother's thumb came back to me. I meekly said, "OK." We finished watching the game and I took her home. We kissed goodbye and she gave me an extra bit of tongue. Driving home, I couldn't help but think that my worst nightmare was coming true. I wanted to retake control but, every time I thought about it, I could hear Mother in the background saying don't do it. As I saw it, I had two choices, to stop seeing Maxie and find someone else or continue seeing her and become who and what she wanted me to be. One thing would be certain, if I continued seeing her, it would be on her terms and my old submissive self would again reemerge. But maybe, just maybe, since we would be meeting at my home, I could retake control. Maxie arrived at 7:00, right on time. I opened the door, there she was, a vision of beauty. She wore a dress which went to about 4" above her knees and the neck line plunged to below her breasts showing lots of cleavage. She handed me the two bags of groceries to take to the kitchen. She seemed to be impressed by my kitchen. I gave her a quick tour of the house. My confidence was very high. I knew that I had to control the situation. She turned to me, pulled me to her and kissed me passionately. While she was doing this, she was also checking to see if I was wearing the panties like she told me to. I wasn't! "Didn't I tell you to wear those panties tonight for me?" "Ah...well...I guess you did...but..." "No buts. I gave you simple instructions and you didn't follow them. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just leave now?" She was waiting to see what I would say. We both knew that this was probably the pivotal point in our relationship. "Ah... I didn't think you were serious. Besides why should I wear panties? I'm no sissy." She went up to me and started rubbing my cock, which immediately started getting hard. "You should wear them because I want to see you in them and they feel better than those old cotton brief that you wear. So you have a choice, either put them on now or I am leaving and won't be coming back until you agree to wear them. Do you understand?" She is calling my bluff. If I put those panties on, then she will have won the contest. I will be her submissive and maybe become Frieda again. Would that be all that bad? If I don't put the panties on, then I will lose her for sure. "Well...ok...I guess it won't hurt anything." "Very good, put them on and come out and show me." I left and changed into the panties. A couple of minutes later, I came back in just wearing the panties and a cotton tee shirt. "Oh my God, you look so sexy! I love it." She came over to me kissing me, putting her tongue down my throat and rubbing me to the point that I came in "my" panties. "Oh look at you. You messed your panties again. You are lucky because I brought you some more." With that she pulled out 12 pairs of panties that she had bought at Victoria Secret's earlier today. She took me to the bathroom and told me to take off my soiled panties. She started barking orders so fast that I didn't have time to think about what was happening. She had me take my soiled panties and clean them up the best I could with my tongue and then wash them out. I cleaned myself up with a wash rag and dried myself with a towel. She gave me a fresh pair of panties to put on, telling me not to soil myself again. The one thing that I did miss when I let Frieda go was wearing panties. I wore them for a while but eventually fazed them out for more normal underwear. She then handed him a plastic bag and told me to put all of my briefs, clean and dirty, in there and to put the rest of the panties in my dresser drawer. I knew that she was waiting for me to balk. But, I had accepted the fact that she was in charge and I did what she said. I finished getting dressed. "So be honest, how does it fell to wear your new panties?" "Huh...it's kind of nice I guess." If she only knew of my past. "Good because from now on, I don't want you to wear anything else." She started preparing dinner and actually had me help her. It was 9:00 when we finally sat down to eat. After dinner, I did the entire cleanup while she just sat and watched me. She was quick to notice that when I moved. I moved and or touched myself in such a way that I could feel the panties against my skin. It had been a long time since the last time I wore panties. When I finished cleaning the kitchen, she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Standing there wearing nothing but my panties, she turned around and had me unzip her dress. She let it fall to the floor leaving her wearing nothing but a thong. She gave me a condom to put on, under my panties. She laid on top of me putting my hands on her breasts, kissing me and grinding her hips against my hard cock. The feeling of panties to panties was too much because I came right away. I knew that I was hers now, so without being told, I took off the condom and sucked it clean. She knew she had me...it was now just a matter to time. She told me to clean myself up with a wash rag, and to put on a fresh condom. She had me lay on my back again. This time, while she was grinding her hips into mine, she took it slow. She would build me to the point of almost cumming and then eased off. She did this 4 or 5 times until I couldn't stand it any longer. She was also sucking and nibbling on my little nipples. She finally let me cum and I just laid there exhausted. She cuddled up next to me, kissed me and said, "See when you do as you are told you get rewarded. If you continue to obey me, then you will be allowed to get inside me. Do you understand?" "Yes I do Maxie, or should I start calling you Mistress?" "Maxie is fine for now." She knew that she had for sure now. We did this one more time and soon it was almost midnight and Maxie had to go home. As she left, I had this glazed look in my eyes. I was mesmerized. She was the snake charmer and I was her snake. Maxie knew that I was off this week for Spring break. She called me the first thing in the morning telling me to meet her for lunch at the Nordstrom Cafe at the Westfield South Center Mall. I was early and waiting when she arrived. I stood up to hug her and the first thing she did was to check what I was wearing under my pants. Yes I was wearing my panties and the frilliest ones to boot. She ran her hand up and down on my crotch while she stuck her tongue down my throat and she told me that she was pleased with what I was wearing. During lunch, she kept running her foot up and down my leg and sometimes she would put it in my crotch rubbing it. By the time lunch was over I was wound up so tight that I could hardly move. Maxie suggested that we walk through the mall. We stopped at a couple of jewelry stores; she said that she was looking for a new pendent and gold chain. We went into the Ben Bridge Jewelry Store and not only found the exact pendant and chain she wanted but a pair of gold hoop earring that would go great with it. I couldn't keep his eyes off the earrings. I was thinking back to the time that I wore pretty earrings. She smiled at me and asked the sales lady Annie, to show her a pair of their Huggie hoop earrings. They were a small but thick gold hoop, like many guys wear. She took the earring and held it up to my ear. "I think this would look good on you Fred, what do you think Annie?" "Yes we sell quite a few of those earrings to guys." "Well Fred, what do you think?" "Ah...I don't know...I never really thought about it." Maxie knew that she had caught me in a lie. "Annie, do you do ear piercing here?" "No we don't. I would suggest that you take him to either Claire's or the Piercing Pagoda and get it done. Besides, you wouldn't want to start with hoops. They are heavier than studs and would tend to elongate the hole in the ear. Besides you can't take them out for 4 to 6 weeks and they aren't comfortable to sleep in." "Great idea Annie thanks. I'll take these other hoops and the pendant and chain." I started to whine about having to get my ears pierced, even though I was hoping that this would drive her to "make" me get it done. She reached down, rubbed my crotch and told me that she thought I would look so sexy wearing earrings. Secretly in joy, I immediately became compliant accepting my fate. We left the Ben Bridge Jewelry Store and headed directly for the Piercing Pagoda. As we entered, I acted like I was a bit uneasy. She squeezed my hand and reassured me that everything would be alright. The sales girl, and owner, Mandy, asked if she could help us. Mandy was in her mid-20's and looked like she could have been a model. She was one of those women that you couldn't take your eyes off her. I was just staring at Mandy. "Fred why are we here?" Sheepishly I said, "I would like to get my ears pierced. Do you have many guys come in here?" "Oh yes all of the time. In fact, almost half of the piercings we do now are for guys. Here are our starter kits. Most guys either take these 3mm gold ball studs or one of these 3mm cubic zirconia studs." "Ahh...I am not sure." "He will take the 7mm Princess Cut cubic zirconia." "I don't know, they are so big, maybe something smaller", I said with a slight smile on his face." "You are right Fred." She turned to Mandy, "we will get the 3mm gold ball stud for his top piercings and the 7mm Cubic's for his bottom piercing." "What! You never said anything about getting my ears pierced twice!" "One more word and we will go for three holes." Mandy started to laugh "Now what do you want to say to Ms. Mandy?" I looked at her with the look of a beaten dog. "Ms. Mandy, I would like you to please pierce each of my ear lobes twice and please use the Cubic's for the bottom and the gold balls for my upper piercings." Mandy smiled, saying that she liked how obedient that I was. She had always wanted to be with a man that she could control. She led me to a chair and told me to sit down. She went and got the sealed packages containing the studs and the piercing gun. She looked at my ear lobes and said, "Oh they have been pierced before." Sheepishly I said, "Yes." She cleaned and marked my ear lobes, two dots on each lobe. She loaded one of the gold ball studs and with a pull of the trigger, it was in. She cleaned it again and put the backing on it. She then repeated the same process until all of the additional three were in. She held up a mirror so that I could see. I acted like I was in a bit of a shock but, I was really very happy and just smiled and said, "Thank you." Mandy explained, to me how to take care of my new piercings so they wouldn't get infected. She told him that I couldn't take the studs out for at least 4 - 6 weeks. After that, if I came back she would give me a 50% discount on any new earrings that I bought. Maxie insisted on paying Mandy, gave her a nice tip, and said thank you as we left. I acted like I was trying to be brave but, she thought that I shaken and nervous about being out in public wearing my new earrings. She told me that I was so brave and deserved a reward. She took my hand and led me to the women's bathroom. Fortunately, it was a single stall so she was able to lock the door behind us. She pulled me close to her, kissed me while she was undoing my pants and pulling down my panties. She led me over to the stall and she sat down with me facing her. Maxie proceeded to stroke me until I was good and hard. She kissed the end of my little cock and took it into her mouth. It didn't take much before I was cumming in her mouth. When I finished, she stood up and kissed me letting all of my cum, flow into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed everything and even put my tongue in her mouth to clean it out. She told me to go over to the sink and clean myself up. She took a bottle of Listerine from her purse and gargled. She stood there watching me clean myself up. I kept cocking my head from one side to the other to admire my new earrings. It had been too long since I wore any and I missed them. I tried not to be too obvious but, she read me like a book. Maxie smiled knowing that I was almost to the breaking point. She was thinking that this much easier than she thought it should be. She wondered if she misread me or did she awaken some deep seeded desire to be controlled by a woman? Either way, she was very sure that she was getting her way with me. I walked Maxie back to my car saying thank you for my new earrings. She told me that I was more than welcome. As we kissed goodbye, she told me that I couldn't see her tonight but that she would come over to my home tomorrow after work and that she expected me to prepare dinner for her. With that, we went our separate ways. I had a day and a half to learn how to cook at least one dinner. I checked recipes on the internet and watched a couple of cooking shows. They made it look so easy. I finally decided on pasta with marinara sauce with shrimp, a green salad and some steamed vegetables. I figured that this should be easy with only a small chance of it not coming out. Tuesday after work, Maxie called me, telling me that she was just leaving home and that she was starved. She then told me the exact pair of panties that she wanted me to wear for her tonight. They were Ivory bikinis with a hint of lace around the edges. I said ok and that dinner should be ready by the time she got here. Maxie said that she was pleasantly surprised. Not only was I wearing the panties that she told me to but, was impressed that I had been practicing since yesterday to get the dinner perfect. She said, "For a guy that couldn't cook pasta a few days ago, you outdid yourself and the dinner was delicious." After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and then she handed me a small package. "This is a little something just for you being who you are." I started blushing and said thank you. I opened it finding a Cabernet Lace-Trim Satin Camisole that matched my panties perfectly. Now I know why Maxie had specified which panties to wear. "Oh your cotton tee shirts are so boring. Try this on and I guarantee it will feel great next to your skin. See I am wearing an identical one as this and I just love the feel of satin against satin." With that, she dropped her skirt and took off her top so she was just standing in her cami and panties. She took off my shirt, tee shirt and pants. She slid the cami over my head and let it fall in place over my body. "See how nice this feels", as she rubbed her body against mine. "Oh yes it does feel good." "But, you know there is something missing. I know, come with me." She grabbed my hand, picked up her purse and led me to the bathroom. "Rubbing against your cami, I feel too much resistance. The material should move smoothly and effortlessly against your body. Here rub your hand over my body and then yours and tell me if you feel a difference." I did as I was told and ran my hands over my cami and then hers, I repeated this several times. "Yes I feel how much smoother and effortlessly the material flows over your body. I guess that is because you are a woman and I am a man." I had the feeling that I was a fish getting ready to take the bait and Maxie was ready to set the hook. "Do you like the way the cami feels next to your body?" "I guess so." "Do you think you would like to wear this everyday instead of your boring undershirts?" "I think it would be alright." "Would you like for the material to flow easier over your body?" "I guess that would be nice." And she set the hook. "You know it can feel exactly the same for you as it does for me. Would you like that?" "Yeah, I guess." "Good, undress." I did as I was told and soon was standing in front of her undressed and supporting as big of a hard on as I could get. With one hand she grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke it. With the other, she reached into her purse and pulled out a battery powered hair trimmer. "I haven't told you this yet but, I really do prefer a man who doesn't have any hair on his body. Hair on the body is so gross that I could never make love to a man with a hairy body. So I am going to remove all of the hair from your eye brows to your toes, except for a little patch above your cock." I was so engrossed with her stroking me, I am not really sure if I heard her or not. "Look at it this way; it would be a win, win, for both of us. I would get you nice and smooth and your new cami will feel so much nicer next to your skin. Would you like me to remove all of your body hair?" With a dazed look in my eyes, I said, "Yes." Still slowly stroking me, controlling me and not letting me cum, she took the trimmer and trimmed a little heart out of my public hair. She then reached in her purse and got a bottle of Nair Body Cream for Men. She applied it to first my legs as she put my cock in her mouth. Luckily I was small enough that she could deep throat me while applying the Nair. She pulled out, telling me to continue slowly stroking myself while she finished and that I wasn't to cum until she told me I could. She gently applied the cream evenly and completely covered the hair, on the rest of my body with a thick, even layer. After 8 minutes, she tested a small area, not quite yet. She gave in another 3 minutes and the hair all wiped off. She finished undressing and took me into the shower. Wiping me off with a wash cloth and rinsing me thoroughly with lukewarm water until I was completely hairless. She then went down on her knees, took me into her mouth and I immediately came. She stood up kissing me and letting me suck my juices out of her mouth. We got out of the shower and dried off. She took some of her body lotion and rubbed it into my skin. I put my panties and cami back on and couldn't help but rub it against his skin. "It feels nice doesn't it?" "Yes I have to admit it does, thank you doing this for me." "I am glad you like it. Now, I want you to get a plastic bag for me and put all of your old tee shirts in it. Tomorrow we are going to meet for lunch and then go out and buy you some new camisoles to go with your panties. Would you like that?" "Yes I think I would." With that, I got a plastic bag and handed it to her filled with my undershirts. She led me back to the bedroom and pushed me back on to the bed. "I want you to show you how good it feels to have satin next to satin. But, I have a bit of a problem. I am due to start my period tomorrow and this is usually when I am the horniest. But what I can do is to put this condom on you and just rub you with my body as an extra reward for how you have done everything I have asked from you." With that, she pulled down my panties, put a condom on my cock, straddled me and proceeded to rub her crotch and clit, on my cock. In no time streams of pleasure surged through her body. Her first orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Then the second and third and finally I was allowed to cum. She slid off, lying next to me. "Didn't I tell you this would feel so much better?" "Yes and I can't wait to get inside you." "Soon, my dear. But, first you know what to do with that condom." "Yes Maxie." With that I sucked all of my cum out of the condom. We laid next to each other for almost an hour, both of us were too tired to move. Maxie looked at the clock and it was after 11. She kissed me good night and got up and dressed. As she was leaving, she looked back and saw me sucking my condom clean. I just laid there for what seemed like forever. I was both over stimulated and exhausted. Finally somewhere around 2 I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was still drained for the night before. I managed to get out of bed and went to the bathroom. After I finished, I just stood there looking into the mirror. Fred wasn't looking back at me but Frieda was. How was I letting this happen? Even though we haven't really had sex yet, I was sexually exhausted and I wanted more. I knew that unless I made a decision now, later may be too late and Fred would be gone for good. Maxie called me and made arrangements to meet her for lunch. She told me to wear my cami and panty set. We met at the Nordstrom Caf? again for lunch. Afterwards, she led me to the lingerie section of the store to look for some new camisoles for me. At first, I was very nervous. This wasn't the first time that I had shopped in the lingerie section, but it was the first time in a very long time that I was doing it as Fred. I actually turned red when I thought someone was watching me as we were shopping. But, with time, I started to relax and actually started picking up and looking at the various pieces of lingerie. I asked Maxie about how and when I would wear each piece, even though I already knew. Finally she started asking my opinion as to whether or not something would look good on me. I ended up picking out, several layering camis that I liked. Everything was mostly conservative, sexy looking but, nothing over the top girly. Then I caught Maxie off guard when I picked up one of Hanky Panky's Butterflies Camisole. It had black and white butterflies against a jewel-toned lavender background. It had scalloped lace trim around the neckline and hem and adjustable straps. It was about as feminine as you could imagine but, I said I liked it and matched it with the Hanky Panky's Signature Lace Cheeky Hipster lavender panties, which had two sweet bows framing the front of the panty. What I was trying to do was to get her self-confidence up thinking that she had broken me. I was going to use this because I knew that at the very least, I would get a great blowjob. Who knows, if I was a very good boy, maybe more. After I got what I wanted, then I would turn the tables on her and take the initiative back. I had Maxie thinking that this was like she was shopping with a girlfriend and not a guy. I gave her the impression last night she had broken and that I was just starting to enjoy my new life. We finished at Nordstrom's and went to Victoria Secret and we were helped by Natalie. Natalie was in her early 20's and Maxie had me ask her to show us some camis for me. She was more than happy to help us. I showed her the panties that Maxie had bought for me and she showed us the matching camis for them. Natalie asked if we were interested in seeing some matching bras. Maxie just said later. By the time we finished shopping, Maxie had bought me 5 layering camisoles, the Hanky Panky set and, to her continuing surprise, La Perla Charming Flowers Nightie & Thong set. It had a flower overlay on the bust of the sheer nightie with a softly gathered Empire waist and a coordinating thong. When we finished, I wasn't sure who was the more turned on. Maxie took me by my hand and led me to the same women's bathroom we went into on Tuesday. This time though, she led me to the stall, took my pants and panties off and gave me a condom to put on. She sat me down on the toilet seat. She took some of Adam and Eve's Forbidden Anal Lubricant on my condom and around the rim of her hole. "We can't have vaginal sex but, I love anal sex." With that, Maxie raised her skirt, took off her panties and lowered herself on my very hard cock. She took it nice and slowly gradually building speed. I unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front hook on her bra. I started to play with her breasts tweaking, then sucking and nibbling her nipples. When I did this, I could tell that it sent shots of electricity through her body. She came 4 times before I did. Maxie's mind became clouded. At this point, she wasn't sure who was manipulating whom. Had she broken me, or had I just broken her? This started to worry her. She started wondering, could it be that I was just playing along just to be able to get sex? We finished up and Maxie got dressed while I was cleaning up. I had this confident smile on my face. This time, I just took the condom and flushed it down the toilet. She started to say something and I just smiled, kissed her and started to leave, saying call me. Maxie's mind was in a whirl. She had a problem trying to decide if I was just faking it or was I just showing a final bid for independence? Whichever it was, she knew that if she didn't act right now, this whole thing would be over right now. She knew that she had to act now. "Where the Hell do you think you are going?" I stopped in my tracks, turned and looked at her. All of a sudden it was Mother yelling at me. All of her years of training instantly came back. There wasn't anything I could do to counter act it. "You don't just walk out on me! You leave when I tell you to. If you pull a stunt like this again, that is the last you will see of me and those pictures I took of you modeling your panties and camisoles will get sent to the School Board. Do you understand?" I looked dazed, "You can't do that. That is blackmail." 'Oh I am not blackmailing you. I am just a concerned citizen who found out that one of the District's teachers is a pervert and it is my duty to report it." I hung my head in defeat, "Please, I need my job. Don't show those pictures to anyone." "OK. I won't but, if you cross me again, then they plastered all over the internet. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." "Very good, now I think you need to be punished, come with me." With that, she took my hand and led me back to the Piercing Pagoda. Mandy was working and asked if she could help us. Maxie said yes that I had been a bad boy and for his punishment, she told me that I had to get my navel pierced. Mandy smiled, took my hand and lead me over to the chair and told me to lay back. Maxie looked through the studs Mandy had and she decided on pink flower with a heart dangling from it. When I saw it, I started to say something but knew better and didn't say a word. Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the Piercing Pagoda freshly pierced and I was sporting a pretty little navel stud. Mandy came up to Maxie and said that I was lucky to find a guy like me. She smiled and said that she would call her. Mandy looked at her strangely and said good bye as we were leaving. As we walked back to our cars, Maxie told me to go home and think about what happened today and to write her a letter saying how sorry I was to disrespect her. I was to bring it to her house Friday night and be prepared to spend the night. I said, "Yes Ma'am" and we went our separate ways. I was driving home thinking about what happened. Why is it that I couldn't say no to this woman? I had no doubt, in my mind that my life was going to change in a very big way. Do you know what, I didn't really care? She was slowly, well not so slowly, turning me into a sissy and I didn't mind. She had me hook, line and sinker. Thursday Maxie was busy and we couldn't get together. But, she gave me an assignment. I was to go back and see Natalie at Victoria Secret and buy three matching bra, cami and panty sets. She said that she didn't care which I bought but that was to get measured for the bras. She said that one of the bras could be my current cup size and the other two were to be C-cups. She also told me to get some inserts for the C-cup bras. Maxie had broken me. I knew better than to do anything other than to show up to Victoria Secret's when they opened. I could hear Mother telling me that she was proud of me. So at 10:00, I was there when the store opened. Unfortunately, Natalie wasn't going to be there until 12:00. So I spent next two hours wandering around the mall. I could feel Frieda starting to come alive again. Without even thinking, I found myself in the Junior's department at Nordstrom's. I was looking at a dress when Nora, a sales lady, came up to me and asked if she could help? I said no thanks and, to my surprise, she s