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She is Suffering Belladonna [Author's note: This story was based on an idea provided to me by Miss Simone (a/k/a Mistress Simone), the brilliant captioner of The Modern Goddess: TG Captions of Decadence blog. It was written way back in August of 2011 and was originally submitted for the Haven Quarterlies over at Rachel's Haven. This story contains the first three parts previously posted over there with some modifications, as well as the last part that was never run.] Violette Lesueur's leg swayed quickly back and forth as she sat on her mother's couch texting a friend. She paused to brush her long blonde hair away from her face and back behind her shoulder as she heard her stepbrother entering the room. Gordon looked at her. Their eyes caught for a second before Violette smiled and bit her lip. Gordon shook his head a little in response. He was sure that Violette was trying to make him uncomfortable. He looked at her long legs that were covered by black leggings as she kicked her left leg away from the right leg it was crossed over. Her off the shoulder blouse barely covered her navel and allowed her pink bra straps to be clearly seen. Even though they were the only two in the house, Violette was also lounging around the home in a pair of black, four inch high heeled pumps with a peep toe and black rosette on the vamp. Gordon rolled his eyes at her outfit before he continued walking. He went into the kitchen, hearing the sound of Violette's heels clicking on the wood floor as she strolled up behind him. "How are you doing today, bro?" she asked with a grin as she stroked his exposed arm. Gordon stepped away from before he replied, "Will you stop doing that?" "Stop doing what?" Violette asked before she ran her fingers through her hair and giggled. "I know what you're trying to do!" "What do you mean?" Violette asked as she opened up the refrigerator. Violette then turned away from Gordon to peer inside the refrigerator, bending at the waist so Gordon could see her firm and rounded ass that was hugged by her skintight leggings. Before Gordon answered, she continued, "I mean, what do you think I'm doing? Do you think I'm trying to turn you on? That's just sick," before she wiggled at her waist. Gordon's eyes fixated on her rear before he slammed his hand down on the countertop, trying to get his mind off her body. Violette stood up and stared at him with a grin on her face as she stood holding a bottle of water. Her eyes darted down to Gordon's crotch as her grin turned to a smirk. Gordon cringed as he took a seat at the counter and rested his right arm over his lap. He hated the games that his stepsister played with him. Although they were more alike than he liked to admit, Gordon resented her for playing with his desires. Gordon thought of her as a rival, even though he could never remember competing with her for someone's affection. Their tactics, however, were similar. The two of them had each seduced and abandoned a long line of lovers. Gordon had seduced many young girls with his lines of devotion stolen from Hallmark cards, his boyish good looks and chiseled physique. Nothing gave him more pleasure than to watch a young girl of privilege falling over herself to please him. Girls who would never think of raising a finger to help around their parents' homes ran around serving him like common domestics as he smirked at their efforts. Gordon's nights of passion were legendary among his peers. Rumors of his endurance and strength were frequently passed around at his school. Gordon knew a large number of the girls at the school swore that would never fall for his lines. Those were the girls he enjoyed seducing the most. One by one they ended up beneath him acting as his personal servant and sex toy. Gordon watched as Violette opened the bottle in her hand and poured some of the water into her mouth, careful to spill a little onto her bust. Gordon had never seduced Violette. While he had known her for years, his father's relationship with her mother kept her out of his sights. His widower father spoiled him, and he would not risk getting on his father's bad side by doing to Violette what he had done to the other girls. Violette knew full well the reason why Gordon had never tried to seduce her. That was why she took so much pleasure from flirting with him. She knew that the bravado and seductive powers that Gordon prided himself with were not present when it came to her. She was aware of his attraction to her, an attraction that was mutual. Violette had seduced many men and more than a handful of women. Her bedroom was decorated with trophies of her sexual conquests. Jewelry and expensive decorations that her lovers bought her were on display everywhere. She enjoyed looking at the mementos she kept from those who she took special care to leave devastated. She smiled as she stooped a little and peered up to see Gordon watching the trickle of water run down between her c-cup breasts. Gordon caught sight of her eyes and turned away. "Oh, young Mister Byron, you look bored out of your mind." Gordon shrugged as he turned his eyes back towards her. Violette grinned as she placed the bottle down on the counter and jumped onto his lap. Gordon moved his arm away before she sat down. Violette smirked as she felt his erection poking at her rear. She ran her fingers through his hair before Gordon tried to push her off him as he shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" "Nothing, you don't seem to like." Gordon forced her from his lap and got to his feet. "What's the matter, Gordon? You don't like the touch of a beautiful woman?" Gordon shook his head as he replied, "Not when it's yours." "Why's that, bro. It's not like you're really my brother. We wouldn't produce any three-headed offspring or anything like that." Gordon smirked and replied, "I don't want you to touch me because I know what you are." "Do you think you're any better than me?" Violette replied as she put her hands on her hips. Gordon shook his head and replied, "No, I don't, but I know better than to give into you." Violette giggled and said, "Oh, I think you might have me figured out, Mister Byron. You might just have me figured out." "I know what you are, Violette." "I wouldn't say that in that tone, considering what you are." Gordon grimaced as he thought about the truth in her statement. Violette was every bit his equal. She was a seductress who no man or woman had ever been able to turn down when she deployed her full arsenal. "Who's your next conquest?" Violette asked. Gordon cocked his head to the side and grinned as he replied, "Sara Feldman. You know how I like to put a little non-kosher pork in a Jewish girl." "No wonder you seem bored. That's not a challenge, at all." "Who's your next target then?" Gordon retorted. "Oh, I suppose, Sara Feldman, now," Violette replied before giggling. "Back off. You can get her when I'm done." "I'm not waiting for your sloppy seconds and, besides, she's a real challenge for me. Do you know how many straight girls I've turned for me? How many have many boys have you turned?" She grinned as she inquired. "That's not my thing. That's yours." "It's not your thing because you're not good enough to turn a boy. You see, Mister Byron, I know you too, and you are not in my league." "Boys aren't my type...." "They're not?" Violette interjected with a giggle. Gordon glared at her before he continued, "No, so there's nothing in that type of conquest for me." "But what if there was?" "What are you getting at?" "Maybe if I saw you seduce a boy, I would give myself to you. Let you do with me what you will. I think you must have some ideas in your head about what you'd like me to do, don't you? Gordon shook his head as he replied, "I couldn't do it; I'm just not attracted to guys. I can't fake it." "Well, maybe if he wasn't very manly, you might be able to. That could be a challenge for me." "What challenge?" "I've seduced men into doing stupid things for me, girls too..., but I'd like to see if I could seduce a boy into becoming a girl for me. Think of those stakes for a boy. That's a lot more than making them beg me on their knees to let them kiss my ass." "So what? You want me to seduce your limp wristed leftover?" "Oh, don't worry. I'll make him all girl but one place. Of course, it'll be up to you to make him love you. I'd love to see a boy in a skirt at your feet worshiping your cock. Now, that would be a real challenge for you." "Are you making a deal with me?" "Consider it a bet. You know what'll you get if you seduce that boy that I feminize, but I want something if you fail." "My failure wouldn't be enough for you?" "While I would certainly take great pleasure in being able to seduce someone that you couldn't, I don't think it would quite humiliate you enough. No, if you fail to seduce that boy, you'll have to publicly seduce and sleep with the girl I consider the ugliest, bitch in our school." "Who?" "I'm not going to tell you that? I want the thought that it could be anyone of the trolls to hang over your head." Gordon shook his head at his sister as he replied with a laugh, "I'm not going to do it. I have no interest in seducing a sissy." "Seducing a boy doesn't make you gay, Gordon. I've seduced dozens of girls, but that doesn't make me a dyke. I just want to make those preppy, straight girls ashamed of themselves for forcing themselves to be lesbians, even for a short while, just to please me." Violette paused before she continued, "I'm sure that you could seduce a gay man, but where's the fun in that? No, just think of what seducing a straight boy would do to him? To make him submit to being your bitch, don't you think it might ruin him? It's just so delicious, isn't it?" Gordon smirked at the thought of how humiliating it would be for the straight boy to find himself feminized and seduced by another man. He got a strange excitement out of the thought and said, "I'm game for it, if you are." "It's a bet." "Who's the boy going to be? Do you know yet?" "Oh, I've got the perfect boy in mind. I'm going to settle an old score with him." "Is it one of those boys you already seduced?" "No, I would never let this loser put his puny little fingers on my body. I won't lower myself to fucking losers." "Wait a minute; I never said I would go for an ugly dude..." Violette laughed and replied, "What makes a guy hot isn't the same as what makes a girl beautiful. This boy is no hunk, but he's got effeminate features that I can really use as the perfect canvas to paint a pretty sissy. You'll see, my dear brother. You'll see." Gordon leaned against the wall before he asked, "Who do you have in mind?" "Jeremy Milbanke. I'm going to love turning him into a super fairy for you. It'll be perfect. When we're done, his sister's going to be crying..." "What she'd do to you?" Gordon interjected. Violette paused before she answered her step-brother, "Caitlyn stole my boyfriend before I finished breaking his heart. He's the only one that got away, and he's still with that bitch! I'm going to enjoy making her ashamed to have the same last name as her brother. Fortunately, I don't have that same problem with you." Gordon rolled his eyes at her before he began to contemplate how he was going to seduce his classmate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As the last day of the school year came to an end, Gordon stood outside the school while he waited for Jeremy to emerge from the building. Gordon leaned against his car as he watched Jeremy emerge through the doors. Jeremy walked alone as he did each day. While Jeremy had moved to town after his freshman year, he had not befriended any of his classmates during his two years at the school. Despite being in the same grade as him, Gordon never realized that Jeremy existed. He knew Jeremy's twin sister Caitlyn. She was never much his type though. She fawned over him when she first moved into town, which made her too easy of a target for his liking. Gordon had, however, helped her steal Violette's boyfriend. He knew Mark very well and knew how to counsel Caitlyn as she one upped his stepsister. Gordon, however, did not pay any attention to Jeremy. Jeremy simply existed, but he did not come into Gordon's view despite the fact that Jeremy lived a mere two blocks down the street. As Jeremy walked away from the school, two members of the football team walked into him, causing him to stumble. The boys laughed as Jeremy was left to collect himself. Gordon sneered as he looked at the boy. Jeremy stood barely 5'4," slightly more than 1 inch taller than Caitlyn. Gordon figured that the boy could not weigh more than 120 pounds. He had long brown hair that made him appear effeminate despite the small amount of stubble on his lily-white face. Gordon wondered what kind of girl his stepsister could actually make out of the boy. Gordon grinned as he saw Violette walk away from a group of her friends and head towards Jeremy. Jeremy looked surprised when he saw Violette's hand touching his shoulder. "How are you, Jeremy?" She asked with a smile that Jeremy assumed was genuine. "I'm good, how about you?" Jeremy replied. "I'm well. You're looking very cute today." Jeremy blushed while he looked into Violette's green eyes before he replied, "Thanks, you always look good." "Don't I know it," Violette replied, not willing to even fake modesty. Jeremy looked at her and wondered why she was talking to him. She had never spoken a word to him in the two years they had been in school together. Violette stared at the silent boy and said, "Would you like to come back to my place this afternoon?" "What for?" Jeremy replied, unsure of Violette's motives. He knew her reputation for seducing men. He badly wanted to be seduced by her. Jeremy's virgin mind was full of lustful thoughts for the beautiful girl in front of him, although he was not quite sure of what he could do to her. Violette replied, "Something worth your while." Jeremy stared back at her blankly before she continued, "Why don't you trust me and come on over?" Hoping for the best, and sure that his life could not get any worse, Jeremy shrugged and smiled as he agreed to go to Violette's home. Violette led the boy to her car before she unlocked the doors. Jeremy climbed into her Mercedes convertible before she drove to her home. Jeremy beamed as he saw strangers staring at him as he sat beside a beautiful girl. His eyes drifted constantly to her as her hair waved in the wind. She parked the car in front of her home and led him inside. She sat Jeremy down in the den before she went to get drinks for the two of them. Jeremy took the glass of vodka mixed with cranberry from her and said, "I don't really drink." "Well, then that's the perfect drink to get you started with. Vodka's like a learner's permit or training wheels for drinks. It's something to help you get a feel for drinking before you move onto something more serious." Jeremy gazed up at her as he watched her take a sip of her drink before he did the same. He smiled at the taste and said, "That's not as bad as I expected." Violette nodded as she replied, "Well you really can't taste the vodka too much when you mix it with something." As they began to make small talk, Gordon entered the house. He heard them talking in the den and walked in to join them. He glared down at Jeremy and said, "What's he doing here?" Jeremy hung his head, realizing that he was out of place in his surroundings. In his heart, he knew that he had no business being alone with Violette. He cursed himself for thinking for one second that her intentions towards him were pure. He figured that his mere presence was just being used to anger Gordon. Violette replied, "He's auditioning to be my next boyfriend." "I am?" Jeremy replied, almost spilling his drink in his lap in the process. He gazed at Violette, trying to determine if she was serious. "Yes, you are," she replied with a smile. Gordon sneered and said, "Isn't he a little below your standards?" Violette shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair as she replied, "Not for boyfriends. Popular boys like you are good for flings, but I need someone attentive to me on a daily level. I need someone devoted to me. Can you be devoted to me, Jeremy?" "Hopelessly," Jeremy replied with a stammer. Violette smirked and said, "That's a good boy. You see that, Gordon. A dick like you would never say that to me. You're too conceited. You'd take me for granted, but he'll worship me. Won't you, Jeremy?" "I worship you," Jeremy repeated in a low voice as he stared at her and tried to avoid Gordon's eyes. "That's right. You see, Gordon, I can train him to be the boyfriend I need. I've done it before. I made Bill Smith and Sal Amato into the boys they are. They were both nobodies until I got my hands on them, but Jeremy will be my greatest success yet." Jeremy grinned as he heard his classmates' names. Bill and Sal were in the same circle of friends that Gordon and Violette shared. Jeremy badly wanted to be in that group, so he was ecstatic to hear that Violette had brought new people into it before. "I'll make you proud, Violette," Jeremy replied before he felt a little embarrassed about his apparent desperation. Violette responded, "I know you will, but you'll have to be trained first. Do you think you can listen to my orders? I'm going to have to remold you if you want to my boyfriend." "I'll do whatever it takes." "That's good for me and that's good for you. You know I take good care of my boys," Violette said as she stood up. Violette swayed her hips as she moved towards Jeremy. The boy's eyes widened as she sat on his lap and looked at the boy that seemed frozen beneath her. She placed his hand on her thigh, which was exposed beneath her miniskirt. She exhaled onto his neck before she whispered in her ear, "Do you know how many boys virginity I've taken?" Jeremy blushed while shook his head a little before she continued, "Of course, they had to be please me first." Violette paused and looked Jeremy in the eyes before she continued, "You're willing to do what pleases me, right?" Jeremy stammered that he was as her slender fingers started running through his long hair before she ran them along his arm. She licked his neck before she said, "If you want to please me, you have to understand me. Do you understand?" Despite being unsure what she was getting at Jeremy replied, "Yes." "If you want to understand me, you have to understand girls. That's the secret to all the great lovers, Jeremy, they understand us. That's why Gordon gets all the girls, he understands us so well," Violette whispered in hot breaths into his ear. "How does he understand?" Jeremy replied in a meek voice. "The only way anyone can understand us?" "How?" "You have to view the world the way a proper young lady does." "How can I do that?" "Isn't it obvious?" Violette asked while she grinded her skirt covered rear against Jeremy's crotch. Jeremy stared at her in silence before she continued, "You have to be viewed as a proper young lady by the world." "That's not possible," Jeremy replied as he shook his head. "Why not?" "I'm not a young lady," Jeremy replied as his voice grew stronger. "Neither is Gordon, but that didn't stop him from doing it." "What?" "The whole world was certain that he was a proper young lady." "I don't understand," Jeremy replied. Violette explained, "Gordon was like you before our parents married. I trained him to be a proper young lady. That's why he's the man he is today. He knows what we want because he's been in our heels." "I never knew that." "No one does, except for you, me and Gordon." Gordon grinned as he listened to his stepsister's lies. Jeremy shook his head and asked, "Then, why aren't you two together." "Oh, Jeremy, I only create lovers. Then I let them go and train another. I like to bring pleasure to others. I'm very generous that way." Gordon struggled not to laugh at his stepsister's words. Jeremy shook his head and replied, "I can't do it. I wouldn't know where to start." Violette pouted before she straddled him and said, "Why not? I'm an excellent teacher." "I'm sure you are, but I can't be a young lady. What if somebody finds out I'm going around acting like a sissy?" Jeremy then stared up into Violette's eyes as she rubbed her hands across his chest and said, "Jeremy, how many friends do you have here? It doesn't make any difference does it? No one will think of you any less if they find out. People think you're a loser, now. You and I know they're wrong, but if you walk out of here, no one will ever think any differently of you. I'm giving you the chance to reinvent yourself. I'll make you into the next Gordon Byron if you'll let me, but it's your choice. I can't make it for you. If you want to be a ladies' man, then you'll submit to my training, but if you're satisfied with your place in life, you can leave. I'll just go find another boy willing to do what it takes." Jeremy looked at Gordon to see if Violette was telling him the truth. Gordon grinned as he explained, "She's telling you the truth. I used to be a loner, just like you, before our parents got married. Once my father put that ring on her mother's hand, Violette took me under her wing. She feminized me and taught me everything I needed to know about being a woman. She took my virginity from me and sent me out into the world a changed man. Now, I'm the one desired and worshiped because I know what girls' want." Jeremy stared at Gordon with a gaped mouth while he processed his lies. Violette then squeezed Jeremy's cheeks while she said, "Just let me start training you to see if you're really opposed to this. Not every guy has it in them." Jeremy nodded slowly before Violette stood up. She pulled at his arm, prompting Jeremy to followed behind her while they walked towards the stairs and, then, onto her room. Jeremy's eyes never veered away from her swaying ass while he walked slightly behind her. Shortly after Violette walked through the doorway to her room, she took hold of a pair of panties and said, "This is how each boy starts to become a proper lady. It's the foundation of a boy's womanhood." Jeremy stared at the pink lace panties and nodded before he felt Violette's hands on his body. She pulled off his shirt before she ordered him to take off his shoes. Seconds after he complied with her demand, Violette reached down and undid his belt. She grinned at Jeremy and stared up into his blue eyes as she pulled down his zipper and undid the button of his pants. Jeremy's cupped his hands over the front of his white briefs as his pants dropped to the floor. Violette pulled his hands away from them and smiled at his erection before she reached down and yanked his underwear off his legs. Jeremy put his hands over his privates as Violette walked around him in a circle, examining his nude body. Jeremy shook in her gaze as his cheeks burned red with embarrassment before Violette told him to pick up his left leg. Jeremy's erection returned the minute he felt the lacey undergarment touch his skin. Violette noticed and said, "You don't seem that opposed to this." Jeremy tried to explain, but he found that he could not find the strength to speak at the moment. Violette got him to pick his other foot up and put his leg through the other whole. She slowly dragged the panties up his legs and watched Jeremy squeeze at his erection, hoping to make it go down. She giggled while she pulled his hands away from his body and pulled the panties over his erection. Jeremy blushed as he saw how far his aroused member was pushing the panties away from his waist. Trying to save face, Jeremy said, "It's the feeling of your hands. I'm not turned on by wearing this. I'm not. I'm going to take it off." "Why would you do that?" Violette replied as she clutched his erect member through his panties. Jeremy stood up straight as he felt Violette's hand caressing his manhood and balls through the lacy pink panties. Jeremy tried to push away from her, but he moaned as she stared into his eyes and fondled him. Soon Jeremy felt a familiar sensation. He tried to push away from her, but it was too late. Jeremy blushed furiously as he felt himself cum into the panties he had been given. He shook his head and said, "I'm so sorry." Violette sneered at his apology and said, "That's not very lady like. Ladies don't cum in their panties, Jeremy. We certainly don't go for boys that cum in panties either. Now, clean up your mess." "What?" Jeremy replied before Violette yanked his panties to the floor. Jeremy clutched at his groin before she managed to free the panties from his legs. Violette then smiled as she stood up and shoved the panties against his face. Jeremy recoiled from the salty taste on his lips. As he staggered ack, Violette tripped him and pushed him onto the bed. As he went to shout, Violette shoved the panties into his mouth. Jeremy squealed before he was able to spit out the panties. As the majority of his cum rested on his tongue, Violette's lips met his. Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth. Jeremy moaned at the salty kiss he shared with her before he finally was forced to swallow. As their lips parted, Jeremy's eyes darted away from Violette's. He felt ashamed with himself as he thought about his first kiss while the taste of cum lingered in his mouth. It was certainly not how he ever imagined it would be. Violette smiled at him and said, "Now, that you've been treated like a whore, are you ready to be treated like a proper young lady?" Fearing that Violette would tell everyone what happened, Jeremy followed Violette into the bathroom. He watched as she turned on the shower. Violette batted her eyelashes as she turned away from Jeremy and dropped her skirt to the floor, revealing her nude bottom. Jeremy's eyes fixated on it, as she looked over her shoulder. Jeremy's eyes caught hers. Violette flashed him a coy smile before she pulled off her top. She turned to face him, standing as nude as he was. Jeremy was transfixed by her. He had never seen a woman nude before in the flesh. He was still, unsure of what he should do. Violette took him by the hand and brought him into the shower with her. She smiled as she watched the water running down Jeremy's slender body. She took his arms in her hands and inspected them. Seeing the absence of any visible hair, she lifted his left arm up and said, "Oh that will have to go." "I think I'm having second thoughts," Jeremy replied. "Oh, hush; you don't want to be a dateless loser your whole life do you?" "No, but I don't want to..." "Don't want to what? Don't want to kiss a girl? Don't want to lose your virginity? You're still a virgin aren't you?" "I'm...uh..." "No need to lie, Jeremy. I know you've never been with a girl. A lady can tell you know," Violette said as she winked. Jeremy trembled as Violette kissed his neck and said, "I bet you had your first kiss out today. Am I wrong?" Jeremy's silence gave Violette her answer. Jeremy looked her in the eyes and thought about running, but he felt that she had too much on him to leave. "Are you ready to earn your way into my pussy?" Violette whispered into his ear. Jeremy nodded his head whlie he felt her hand moving up his arm. He closed his eyes as she began to shave his armpit. When she finished, she did the same with his other armpit. Violette applied the shaving cream to his chest and began removing the hair before she lathered up his groin. Jeremy cringed as he looked at his enlarged member peeking out of the suds and asked, "Could you maybe leave a little hair down there?" Violette shook her head and said, "That's not lady like, but, don't worry, it will grow back." Violette's words failed to reassure Jeremy while he watched as she removed every strand of hair from his groin. When she finished, she began working on eliminating all of his hair from his legs. When his body was clean of all hair, Violette turned off the shower. She dried herself off and placed on a pink satin robe before she handed Jeremy a pink cotton robe that he took with some hesitation. Violette then took out her brother's razor and told Jeremy to remove the stubble from his face. Jeremy complied with her demand and shaved as Violette began to text as she sat on the toilet seat. Once he finished shaving, Violette led Jeremy into her room and sat him down in front of her vanity. She smiled as he watched in the mirror as she walked away and dropped her robe. Jeremy watched her slowly put on a sleeveless, black, mini dress with scoop neckline over her nude body. His eyes never left her as he stared in the mirror, afraid of turning around and looking directly at her instead of her reflection. Violette shook her hair in her hands before she touched Jeremy's dampened hair. She then took out her pink hairdryer and began to dry it. Jeremy felt strange having someone dry his hair as Violette simultaneously ran a brush through it. Jeremy cringed as Violette brushed out the knots in his hair. He tried not to show any of the pain he was feeling, but Violette saw it on his face and giggled. "Oh, come on, take it like a girl," she said as she made him wince. Jeremy blushed, ashamed of showing her his weakness even as he was sitting in front of her vanity dressed in a ladies' robe. Violette finished drying his hair and continued to brush it for a few minutes before she took out her makeup. The sight of the lipgloss, mascara, eyeliner and blush made Jeremy's stomach churn. 'What have I gotten myself into', he thought while his foot started to tap the floor incessantly. Hearing the sound, Violette bent down and whispered into her ear, "Don't be nervous. It's just us girls here." Jeremy felt uneasy as she began applying the makeup to his face. He felt like a fool as she applied the lipgloss to give his lips a wet appearance before she put on his mascara and eyeliner. Jeremy saw his reflection and sighed at his overall appearance. While he knew he was never masculine and had been told he had effeminate features, his reflection told him that it was worse than that. He knew that he looked girlish. The reflection staring back at Jeremy turned him on. He wanted to ravish the girl he was seeing, but he knew that he was her. A feeling of deep shame came over him while he thought about how he was lusting after his feminized self. Noticing his unease with his reflection, Violette asked, "What's wrong, Jeremy?" "I just can't believe that's me." "Believe it. You're the prettiest boy I've ever had in here." "Really? I mean, thanks, I guess," Jeremy responded, prompting Violette to smile. Turning to walk towards her closet, Violette asked, "Are you having any second thoughts?" "No," Jeremy lied. Violette grinned at what she knew was an obvious lie from the simple tremor in his voice. She reached into her closet and pulled out a black, short-sleeved mini dress with lace detail over the bust and the back and a matching adjustable belt. Jeremy watched as she placed the dress down on her bed before she took out a matching bra and panty set. Violette called Jeremy towards her and said that she thought the clothing would fit him. Jeremy walked towards her. Violette pulled the robe off him, leaving him nude again before she told him to put on the panties. Jeremy did so with haste in order to preserve what little modesty he still possessed. Violette smiled as she coached him on how to put the black bra on. She watched and chuckled as he struggled to hook the bra. When he finally secured the bra, she stuffed it with socks before she handed him the dress. Wanting to cover up his erection in any way possible, Jeremy wasted no time pulling the dress over his head. He grimaced as he saw that his member was still visible beneath the dress while it pushed the dress away from his body. Violette smiled and said, "You really look comfortable in that." Jeremy blushed before Violette said, "I'm sorry that I don't have heels to get you started in. The only shoes I have that will fit you are a pair of black flip-flops. They're not very lady like, and I'm sorry for that, I really am, but don't worry. I'll have a nice pair of heels when you start training tomorrow." "Thanks," Jeremy replied, uncertain if he should be thanking her. Violette grinned and brought him down the stairs as she explained that she was going to determine how much training she believed he needed. Jeremy nodded as he walked behind her. The sound of his flip-flops slapping against the soles of his feet made him feel a bit embarrassed about his overall appearance as he followed her. Violette sat down on her couch and told Jeremy to act like a girl. Jeremy paused for a second before he tried to figure out what that entailed. He thought about the girls in his school and tried to imitate them. He paced around in the broadest steps he could take in his dress giggling and repeating OMG after every statement he made to Violette. She grinned at his behavior as he kept his limps wrists and talked about cute boys after Violette asked what he thought of his male classmates. Finally, Violette began laughing. Jeremy froze as he looked at her. At that moment, he was sure he had been set up. He figured that Violette had been planning to humiliate him by making him act like a total sissy. Violette then shattered that perception by saying, "Jeremy, that's not how a girl acts. That's how a boy named Jeremy wearing a dress trying to act self-consciously like a girl would act. You need to act like a girl, not a boy wearing a dress. You need to become Jennifer. Yes, Jennifer that's the right name for you." "Jennifer?" Jeremy repeated. "Yes, you must become Jennifer, a proper young lady, not silly boy, Jeremy in a dress. Do you understand?" "Yes," Jeremy lied before he began thinking about his drama teacher's description of acting. At that moment, Jeremy used his teacher's statements to convince himself that no matter what Violette made him do as Jennifer would have no affect on his real identity. Pausing to listen to Violette's conversation with Jeremy, Gordon snickered before he walked into the room. He walked in and froze as he took in Jeremy's appearance. Gordon looked at his stepsister who nodded to him. She smirked and said, "Gordon, so good of you to join us again. I would like you to meet Jennifer." Gordon shook Jeremy's hand as Jeremy blushed and stared at the floor. Gordon said, "I had my doubts, Jennifer, but you're kind of cute." "She's more than kind of cute. She's pretty, much pretty than you were," Violette replied for Jeremy. Gordon nodded and walked out of the room. Gordon's noticeable discomfort and haste to exit the room brought a smile to Violette's face. Violette smiled at Jeremy and said, "Well, I think that's all for today. Let's get you dressed back in the clothes you came here in and get you on your way home. I expect you here bright and early tomorrow, at exactly 9 A.M. It's going to be a lot of work turning you into a proper young lady. Are you up for it?" "Yes," Jeremy replied as he got to his feet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jeremy returned at 9 A.M. as Violette instructed. Violette drew open the door wearing a satin, shell pink babydoll that was decorated with black lace. Jeremy's eyes darted down to Violette's amble bust before they drifted lower to the hemline of the babydoll, which rested midway down her thigh. He then looked down at the pink, double platform, patent leather pumps on her feet, amazed at how gorgeous she looked. Violette let Jeremy in and told him to dress in the clothing she left for him on her bed. Jeremy nodded and walked up the stairs alone. Jeremy went up to Violette's room and saw the dress lying on the bed for him next to a black panty and bra set. Jeremy disrobed and put on the panties and bra before he took hold of the dress. Jeremy held the dress in his hands as he examined it. The sleeveless, camel colored dress was made of beaded tulle before it ended in a dropped, full ruffled skirt. Violette came into the room, smiling at Jeremy. She broke the silence in the room as she said, "Lovely isn't it. It's a RED Valentino from Milan. Do you need any help putting it on?" Jeremy shook his head and he pulled the dress over his head. He struggled to reach the back zipper before Violette came over and zipped it for him before saying, "Remember, a girl can always use an extra set of hands when it comes to her clothing. So, ask." Jeremy nodded as Violette turned and went into her closet and brought out a bag. She took a shoebox out of it and said, "I've got a gift for you. They'll help give you an appreciation for how much we suffer for our men." Jeremy's stomach churned as he knew what he was about to receive. Violette took out a pair of black, 2 inch heeled, suede pumps. Jeremy then sat on the bed and slipped his feet into the heels. He was amazed by how well they fit him before he tried to stand up. Almost immediately falling back to the bed as he tried to take his first step, Jeremy glanced up at Violette for instruction. Violette grinned and helped him stand up and led him out of her room and towards the stairs. She directed him, "Keep your legs as close together as you can when you walk. That's good. Always keep your feet pointed straight ahead when you walk." Jeremy nodded and followed her directions. He held onto her as he walked down the stairs, careful to plant the heel and toe of the shoe firmly down at the same time as his other hand clasped the banister. Shortly after reaching the base of the stairs, Jeremy heard a knock on the front door. He looked at Violette who hurried to the door and drew it open. Jeremy's stomach sank as he figured she had called her friends over to see him. It was, however, an older woman who came walking through the door. The woman paused to look at Jeremy as Violette pressed her chin against the woman's left shoulder. Jeremy looked at the woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties. She was immaculately dressed in black tights, black four inch heeled pumps and a red, long sleeved, knit wrap dress. "Is this my new pupil?" The woman asked with a hitch in her voice. Violette grinned while she answered, "Yes, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, this is Miss Cecilia Robinson. She's a cotillion teacher. I hired her to help me turn you into the proper young lady you need to become to understand women." "Nice to meet you," Jeremy said as he stuck out his hand. Cecilia glared down at his hand and said, "A young lady never shakes hands. It's too masculine of a thing to do. We either kiss each other on the cheek or curtsy to a more esteemed woman or gentleman that we are unfamiliar with." "What's a curtsy?" Jeremy asked. Violette demonstrated it for him. Jeremy laughed before he saw the stern look in Cecilia's eyes. "Young lady, proper manners are no laughing matter." Jeremy almost tripped as he took a step away from her before he mimicked Violette as best he could. "That's a good girl, but we'll need to work on your form," Cecilia said while she looked down at Jeremy. Cecilia instructed Jeremy how to do a curtsy and made him do one fifteen times for her before she said his form was acceptable for a beginner. She moved on to instructing him how to walk next. Jeremy noted that her instructions were the same as Violette's. He was required to walk with his legs as close together as possible while keeping his feet pointed as straight as he possibly could. Every time he failed to do so, Cecilia wasted no time in admonishing him in the sternest tone possible. Cecilia taught him how to pivot as he walked before she began teaching how to sit. Jeremy had to get up and sit down fifty times, repeating the same motion of sitting with his knees together and to the side with his ankles crossed and his hands resting together in his lap. The constant motion made his knees sting with a pain that was exceeded only by the stinging sensation in his feet, ankles and calves. Cecilia then moved on to teaching him how to speak. Jeremy learned what to do with his hands as he spoke with Cecilia, mimicking her inflections before Gordon came out to watch Jeremy's training session. As Jeremy was left to practice walking and talking with Gordon, Violette motioned for Cecilia to come speak with her on the side. Cecilia followed Violette into the kitchen and found herself pinned against the refrigerator as Violette's lips were pressed against hers. Violette felt Cecilia shaking as she held onto her arms. She stepped away from the visibly nervous older woman and smirked. "Please don't do that," Cecilia begged as Violette stepped away from her. "You didn't seem to mind when we did it in bed." "That was a mistake..." "Is that what you told your husband?" "I could never tell him that!" "I'm sure he'd love to hear about how you cheated on him with a 15 year old GIRL." "Please don't remind me. I think about it every day. I don't know why I did it. I've never even thought about another girl that way." "But you thought about me that way." "I didn't; I just didn't feel pretty and you were showing me the kind of attention that my husband hasn't since we were dating and..." "Yes, I'm sure he was taking you for granted, and I'm sure you were getting less looks from the boys than you did when you were young and pretty. It's all part of life, that's why you have to work it while you got it." "Please keep it down. I don't want Jennifer or Gordon to know." "Oh, they won't, just as long as you keep helping me out, they won't know and the police won't get that copy of the tape from our little encounter." "Haven't I suffered enough?" "I don't think this is suffering for you, Cecilia. Think of this as penance. You keep serving me when I need you and you don't go to jail for having sex with a minor. It's more than a fair trade, if you think about it." Cecilia buried her chin into her chest as she thought back to the night that Violette seduced her. At first she thought that it was mere harmless flirting, but soon she found herself rejecting her advances. Her resolve did not last long as she gave into the moment to be with a girl who gave her the kind of attention she last received in her mid 20's, before she was a married woman. She knew it was a horrible mistake from the moment Violette slipped out of her bed after their afternoon of passion. She could never forgive herself for what she had done, and Violette seemed to take pleasure in making sure that she never forgot what she did either. Having seen Cecilia squirm enough for the day, Violette got to her feet and said, "Let's go check on our little sissies." Cecilia hung her head as she followed behind Violette. She knew she had to continue to do her bidding despite the self-hatred it resulted in. They walked out of the kitchen as Jeremy picked up a pen for Gordon. Gordon smiled down at him and said, "That's right, proper ladies keep their knees together when they bend to pick something up." "I see your training hasn't worn off," Violette remarked as she watched. Gordon smirked at her and nodded before he left Violette and Cecilia alone to continue their work with Jeremy. As Gordon walked away, Violette noticed a familiar bulge poking out at the skirt of Jeremy's dress. Believing that it was the perfect time to point it out, Violette said, "Jennifer that is not lady like. You don't show a boy that you like them like that!" Jeremy blushed as he tried to figure out what she was saying until she pointed at his groin. "You have to control your sexuality. That's what girls do. We can control ourselves. Now, fortunately, we don't all have to worry about having little stiffies for gorgeous boys like Gordon, but we still hide it. Right, Cecilia?" "Oh, yes," Cecilia replied after a pause. "Until you get some self-control, you're going to have to wear a gaffe, Jennifer." Jeremy was going to ask what a gaffe was, but Violette took his hand and led him up the stairs. She went into her closet and removed a bag and threw the black garment onto her bed. She smiled and said, "I thought that you might need it. Don't worry, the others were able to overcome their desires and eventually were able to control themselves, making this unpleasant little number unnecessary. Jeremy looked at Violette for instruction. Violette reached under his dress and yanked down his panties. Jeremy blushed as his unrestrained penis rubbed up against the fabric of his dress. Violette handed him the gaffe and told him to put it on. Jeremy thought the gaffe was no more than a thong until he pulled it up his legs and realized how tight it felt. When he situated it, Violette lifted up his dress and laughed. She said, "You have to tuck it, dummy." Jeremy did not understand, so Violette reached into the gaffe and forced his penis between his legs as his balls retracted into his abdomen. Violette smiled at the cringing boy and said, "That should keep that naughty little bastard from making another scene." Violette then led Jeremy back down the stairs where he completed his training with Cecilia for the day. Jeremy figured that he would leave when Cecilia did, but Violette had other plans for him. Violette took him into the bathroom and said, "You're making great strides, but there's still something off about you. Something non- feminine." "What?" Violette smirked as she took out a pair of tweezers and straddled Jeremy as he sat on the toilet seat. She began to pluck his eyebrows. Jeremy was surprised by how little it hurt. Given that it was not hurting him, Jeremy did not put up any fight as Violette continued to pluck his eyebrows. When Violette finished, she said with a grin, "There, now, they have the proper shape." After she got off of Jeremy, Jeremy went to the mirror to see what she did. He looked at the two, thin arching eyebrows that Violette had left him with. His stomach churned as he thought about explaining the two thinned arches to his sister and widowed mother. He had little time to think about it, however, as Violette pushed him into her bedroom so he could get changed to go home before her mother or stepfather got home from their jobs. Jeremy went home dressed in his shorts and collared shirt, hoping that no one would notice his feminine eyebrows. He reached his home without issue and tried to run for the stairs, but his mother stopped him to ask him what he wanted for dinner. Ada Milbanke froze as she looked at her son's face. She noticed the prominent, high arching feminine eyebrows. She stared at them in silence for a moment before she barked, "What the hell did you do to yourself?" "I'm just trying to improve my appearance," Jeremy lied as Violette had instructed him to. "You look like a damn freak with those," Ada countered. "I don't like them either, but they make my girlfriend happy, so I just go with it," Jeremy replied. "Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Ada asked. "My girlfriend, Violette Lesueur, from up the block." "That's where you've been? I'm going to give that girl a piece of my mind." "No, mom, please don't. Do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?" "Having your mother give a little talking to to your 'girlfriend' can't be any more embarrassing than what she did to your cute little face?" "It really can be," Jeremy countered. Ada refused to listen to Jeremy's pleas. She grabbed Jeremy's shoulder and walked up the block with him. She knew Violette's mother and knocked upon the door. Ada stared into Violette's eyes as she opened the door. "How are you Miss Milbanke?" Violette asked. Ada shouted about what Violette had done to her son. Violette smiled and asked her to come in to talk about it with her and Jeremy. Ada took a seat and asked where Violette's mother was. Violette shrugged as she answered, "She got tied up at work." Ada repeated her demand to know what Violette was doing with her son. Violette replied, "I'm just dating him. He told me he wanted to be a little more feminine, so I just worked on his eyebrows to help him improve his appearance." "He looks like a damn sissy." "I think he looks totally cute," Violette countered as she stroked his hand. "You like him like this?" "I love him like this. I think he's the most gorgeous, sensitive boyfriend a girl could have. He's just so sweet too." "Yes, my Jeremy's always been a sweet boy," Ada replied as she saw Violette snuggle up to her son. Ada grinned at what she was seeing. She felt a sense of relief to see that her son finally had a girlfriend. She had feared for years that he might be gay. She was not ashamed at the idea of having a gay son, but she did not want her son to go through life with that stigma, even though the stigma was gradually diminishing due to the increasing acceptance of homosexuality. Ada walked out of Violette's home with her son feeling a bit better than she did when she walked into it. She was still concerned about her son's appearance, but she was happy enough to see that he finally had a girlfriend. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeremy's lessons continued for the rest of the week as he learned to walk, talk, sit and otherwise conduct himself as a proper young lady. When it came time to learn to dance, Gordon volunteered to be his partner. They would dance closely to the music selected by Cecilia as she directed Jeremy to look Gordon in the eye and let him lead. On slow dances, Cecilia made Jeremy place his head on Gordon's shoulder. Gordon smirked at his stepsister as his hands were around Jeremy's waist. He smelt the flowerily perfume that Violette put on him. He grinned down at Jeremy and told him that he smelt nice as he thought about what he would do to Jeremy if he was a real woman. Jeremy blushed at the compliments he got from Gordon. He felt strangely turned on being within the grasp of Gordon as his sides were caressed through the silky dress he was wearing. Jeremy was not sure if it was Gordon's touch or the feel of his clothing, but he knew he was aroused. After the dance ended, Jeremy changed and went home. As Gordon watched Jeremy walk away from the house with his inviting rear swaying in the tight unisex blue jeans Violette bought for him, Violette said, "Quite the impressive little pansy, huh?" Gordon nodded as he peeled himself away from the window, feeling slightly sick to his stomach. The next day, Jeremy returned for his training with Violette and Cecilia. Cecilia left early that day so that Violette could train Jeremy in the art of feminine seduction. Violette brought Gordon over and told Jeremy that Gordon would be his practice dummy for the afternoon. Jeremy was a little hesitant to practice with him, which prompted Violette to slowly pull off her top before she sat upon Jeremy's skirt covered lap. She dragged her breasts across his face as she moaned and said, "Don't think of it as seducing Gordon. Think of it as seducing me. You know every step you take towards womanhood is a step towards me making a man out of you." Violette's fingers moved down his cheek before she put her fingers to his lips and cooed, "You do want that, don't you, baby?" Jeremy's heart raced as he nodded his head. Violette smiled as she began whispering what he was supposed to do with Gordon. Jeremy blushed feverishly as he heard her instructions. She kissed his cheek before she stood up and ordered him to do as she instructed. Jeremy took a deep breath before he flashed Gordon a smile and sashayed over to him. Jeremy sat down on Gordon's lap. He wiggled his rear against Gordon's groin as he smiled while looking into Gordon's eyes. The friction of the grinding of Jeremy's rear against his crotch made Gordon's member stiffen before Jeremy moaned into his ear, "I see someone is excited? I'm a gift for you. Don't you want to unwrap me?" Gordon blushed as he smelt the alluring fragrance of the perfume that Jeremy was wearing once again. He thought about pushing him off him, but he needed to lay the groundwork for winning the bet. "No response, baby. Oh, a quiet boy. I like that. You know you should always let your girl do the talking," Jeremy said as he exhaled a hot breath onto Gordon's neck. Jeremy thought to himself, 'Remember, it's an act. It's acting.' Jeremy took a deep breath before his hand reached between his legs and grabbed hold of Gordon's enlarged penis. Gordon saw the white teeth framed by Jeremy's shiny, pink lips and blushed. "Oh, it's so big. So manly," Jeremy said, falling even deeper into the character he had created in his own head to get through what Violette was making him do than he ever had before. Jeremy's words prompted Violette to grin. She stifled herself to keep from laughing as she watched her stepbrother being turned on by a boy in drag. Gordon's face turned red as he looked at Jeremy's face. "Don't be embarrassed, baby. You've, clearly, got nothing to be embarrassed about," Jeremy said as he smiled down at Gordon before he let out a giggle. Jeremy ran his fingers through Gordon's hair as he batted his naturally long eyelashes at him. Jeremy's fingertips ran down along Gordon's cheeks as Jeremy moved his face closer to Gordon. Gordon knew that Jeremy was trying to seduce him. Gordon believed that no woman could seduce him, but he liked to let them think they could. Gordon raised his arm up and pushed Jeremy's body closer to his as he placed kiss upon Jeremy's lips before he released him. Gordon and Jeremy stared dumbfounded at each other as their lips parted. Gordon thought back to every girl he had made kiss him as he looked into Jeremy's shocked eyes. Gordon knew that the kiss he shared with Jeremy felt different than the others. The kiss had also broken the illusion in Jeremy's head that he was the girl that Violette wanted him to learn to be. Violette smirked for a moment before she said, "Great work, Jennifer. I've taught you well, although you'll have tougher targets than Gordon. You see, he just can't say no to anyone." Jeremy's mind raced as he looked down at Gordon. He was shocked by the fact that he had kissed him. It was almost as shocking that it did not feel wrong to him. Gordon was horrified that he had kissed Jeremy in full view of his stepsister. Even as he looked at him with a feeling of despair, Gordon grew troubled that he was still turned on by Jeremy. Jeremy got to his feet as Violette told him that he had completed his training for the day. She playfully slapped his rear as he walked out the door after changing back into his regular clothes. The slap caused Jeremy to jump a little. The blushing, feminized boy smiled at her touch and walked down the steps. The smile left his face as he walked down the street and went inside his home. He walked up to his bedroom and began thinking about Gordon. His eyes soon welled up before tears streamed down his cheeks. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jeremy left his house the next morning and headed back to Violette's home under an overcast sky. He hesitated as he walked down the street, wondering if he should return to his home and forget the whole thing. Part of him told he was a fool to continue, but another part told him he would be a fool if what he had gone through already was all for nothing. Violette greeted him at the door and let Jeremy inside before she told him to get changed in her room. Jeremy went and dressed in the leopard print, jersey miniskirt that was ruched throughout the skirt after putting on his gaffe and the pair of red panties that Violette left out for him. He pulled at the faux wrap hemline before his eyes fixated on the red ruched blouse. He slipped the blouse on and pulled at its boat neckline as he straightened out the stuffed bra he had put on moments before. His eyes looked at the sleeveless left side of the blouse that was adorned with a D-ring before his hands felt the cap sleeve on the right side of his blouse. He then put on the black, crisscross peeped toed slingbacks that were left for him at the foot of Violette's bed. After checking the straps of his heels, Jeremy walked out of Violette's room. He went down the stairs to see what instructions Violette had planned for him that day. Jeremy's mouth was agape as he heard Violette's plans. Violette explained that she was going to take him on his first shopping trip as Jennifer. After listening to her words, Jeremy shook his head and begged not to be brought out into public en femme. Violette laughed at his response and said, "Don't worry; nobody will have a clue who really are." "I don't want to risk it...," Jeremy responded before trailing off. "Well, I think it would be quite a waste of my time to let you quit on me, now." "I'm not quitting on you, Violette. I still want to learn, but isn't there another way." "I'm sorry, but no. You'll either walk out that door with me as Jennifer, or you'll go home and jerk off to your fantasies about being with me. Just remember, you'll never have the chance to fulfill them again if you let me down." Jeremy hung his head as he inquired, "Where are you planning on taking me?" "Oh, you don't have any reservations about going out anymore?" "No, Violette. I know that you're the expert here." "That's right. It's important you know that, Jennifer. I need you to know that I'm doing this for your own good. You need to pass as a proper young lady in public to understand how I, and girls like me, think. Okay?" Jeremy nodded as he listened to Violette's words. Violette then told him to follow her. Jeremy walked behind Violette while she strolled up to her car in confident steps. Jeremy got into her passenger side seat and anxiously looked around as they drove down the street. He wondered where they were going, but Violette refused to provide the answer. Each time they approached a busy shopping center, Jeremy's stomach churned, but Violette would drive past it. As the sight of the local downtown came into view, Jeremy started to tap his feet nervously. Violette noticed and smirked, but she did not say a word. She parked her car and led Jeremy out of the municipal parking lot as she sauntered towards Main Street. Jeremy wished that they would walk faster to minimize the chance of being seen, but Violette showed no interest in hurrying into a store. Jeremy saw streams of people walking past them and around them. He watched their eyes for any signs of scorn. Jeremy, however, found only indifference and occasional leers from men, as well as looks of admiration regarding his clothing from women. With each passerby's glance, Jeremy found himself growing more confident in the feminineness of his appearance. Violette pulled Jeremy into a local boutique to look around. Jeremy perused the racks with her as the female clerks came up to them and asked if they needed help. Jeremy smiled as the clerks showed no indication that they knew his real gender while they spoke with him. Violette and Jeremy exited the shop and headed back down the street after searching the clothing racks and finding nothing that Violette liked. As they headed down the sidewalk, a group of teenage boys from another school came towards them. One guy smiled at Jeremy and asked how he was doing. Jeremy grinned and said fine as he tried to walk away. Violette stopped him, however, as she started to talk to one of the guys that showed an interest in her. Jeremy forced a smile to his face while he continued to talk with the boy who identified his name as Steven. Steven complemented Jeremy's appearance, which brought a fleeting genuine smile to his face before he realized that he should not be happy about the comment. Jeremy looked over Steven as the boy tried his best to be charming. Steven was unimpressive looking in all ways. He stood 5'9" and looked slightly pudgy with short, curly blonde hair. Jeremy could not help but feel that Steven was not in his league. Jeremy felt like sighing as Steven desperately tried to be funny to impress him. Jeremy bit his lip as he thought to himself, 'What a loser. I never tried to get a girl this out of my league before.' Jeremy froze as he realized that he was thinking of himself as a girl. He recoiled a little bit, which Steven interpreted as a reaction to something he said. Steven tried to apologize as Violette turned away from the boy she was talking to and pulled on Jeremy's arm. "We have an appointment to get to Jennifer. We have to hurry, so, say goodbye," she said. "Nice meeting you," Jeremy said as he turned away from Steven. Steven was startled by Jeremy's abruptness. As Jeremy started to follow Violette down the block, Steven hurried in front of them. He was determined to not let Jeremy leave without giving him his number. Jeremy sighed and told Steven, "It's 867-5309." Violette smirked at him as the boy took the number down without realizing that the number was a fake. Violette hooked her arm around Jeremy's and led him up the street as they walked towards the salon she regularly frequented. The receptionist smiled and said hello to them as they entered. Violette introduced Jeremy to the stylists and staff at the salon before they took a seat to wait until the stylists were ready for them. Jeremy looked around nervously as he crossed his legs at the ankles as he had been taught. Noticing that Jeremy was shaking a little, Violette asked, "What's wrong?" "What are they going to do to me?" Jeremy whispered. Violette laughed before she answered, "Make you pretty." Jeremy shook his head, "Will it wash off?" "I would hope not for the price I'm paying." "What will my mother and sister think?" Jeremy asked in a pleading tone. Violette smirked and said, "What do they think about your eyebrows? What would they think if they saw you sitting here in a skirt and heels? Don't worry about such trivial things. You know the prize your working for."' Jeremy grinned as Violette's fingertips stroked his arm before they were told that the stylists were almost ready for them. The staff then led them over towards the sinks. Jeremy sat down and had his hair washed beside Violette before they were taking over to the stylists. At Violettte's recommendation, he had highlights dyed into his hair to make his hair appear more vibrant. Jeremy then watched as the stylist trimmed his hair pursuant to Violette's instructions. He saw his long hair become shaped into a more feminine, layered style. When the stylist finished with his hair, Jeremy was directed to the manicurist. Jeremy watched as his slightly long nails were given a French manicure at Violette's insistence while her nails received the same treatment. As the polish dried, Violette paid the bill for the salon and walked with Jeremy into a nearby restaurant to get dinner. As they made small talk and sipped on their drinks, Gordon walked into the restaurant. He spotted them and grinned before he took a seat beside Jeremy. Gordon smiled at Jeremy's knew look and said, "You look great, Jennifer. Is that a new hair color?" "It's just highlights," Jeremy said, blushing at Gordon's compliment. Gordon watched as Jeremy brushed his hair out of his face with his manicured