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The Replacement Belladonna [Author's Note: Based on a caption by Commentator] Carrie's hands started to tremble as she heard her younger brother entering her apartment. The tea in the cup in her hands thrashed about while she placed it upon her tabletop. Clearing her throat, Carrie called out, "Lee, can you come in here for a moment?" "What's up?" Lee inquired while he stared down at his sister. His inquisitiveness turned to concern once he noticed the nervous look on her face. "What's wrong?" Lee asked, fearing that she was waiting to give him bad news. "Lee, I'm going to England next week, and I need to talk to you about it." "When did you plan this?" Lee asked, feeling relieved by his sister's words as he put down his coat. "It just came up. William just said let's go." "And your office is giving you the time off?" Lee asked, surprised that they would do so on such short notice. "You see that's the thing..." "What thing?" Lee inquired while he crossed his arms. Carrie gave Lee a nervous smile before she said, "My office knows, but nobody's told the main hub about it." "Oh...is someone covering for you?" "Hopefully," Carrie said, her gaze not able to meet her brothers. "Who do you have in mind?" "You," Carrie replied. Lee gave his sister a curious look. He shrugged as he asked, "You want me to do it?" "You know you can do it." "I'm sure I could, but..." "But what? It's beneath you. It's not been beneath you to crash at my apartment for the last 18 months..." "I'm trying to get a job, but the market sucks!" "You got to take what you can get." "I'm trying to get to square one, but..." "Look, if I lose my job, you're out. I'm not going to be able to support you, and you owe me for this." Lee huffed as he stared down at his shoes and said, "Okay. I'll do it. It's no big deal." "It's nothing they didn't train for you," Carrie said as her brother started to walk away. "You're a paralegal; I'm a law school graduate. How hard could it be?" Lee inquired with a shrug. "You'll do fine. I'm sure." "But how am I going to do this?" "Everyone in my office knows that you're going to be filing in for me." "All right. So, they're okay with it?" "My office is nothing but girls, they'll like having you around," Carrie replied with a smile. "Having a big strong man around has its benefits," Lee joked while he started towards the kitchen. The smile left Carrie's face as she said, "Well, about that..." Lee's heard jerked towards his sister to ask, "What about it?" "The girls are comfortable with you coming in, but the main office doesn't know about it, and they can't..." "So, what do you want me to do about it?" Lee inquired, confused by his sister's words. "I know that this might sound like a lot, but just hear me out. What I really need you to do is just impersonate me." Lee stared blankly at his sister before he shouted, "HOW THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT?" "You just play the part. It's easy," Carrie said with a dismissive tone. "OF YOU?" Lee shrieked in a high tone that embarrassed himself. "It's just for a little over two weeks," Carrie replied in a calm tone. "WHAT?" Lee bellowed, trying to force his voice into a deeper register while he did so. "It's basically two weeks," Carrie repeated. "LIKE THAT MAKES IT ANY BETTER?" "Lee, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you that this is what you're doing," Carrie replied in a stern tone as she got to her feet. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" "No. This is what has to be done..." "MUST...WHY DON'T YOU JUST PUT OFF THE TRIP LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" "Because William's being called back by his family." "Let him go alone. Just because your boyfriend is going to see his family means that you have to," Lee countered, regaining his composure while he struggled to sound rational in the face of his sister's irrational request. "He needs me there by his side." "Let him be with his family." "He's told me that he needs me there." "Oh, well that makes it okay then. You just want me to put on a dress so you can get swept around Europe by your boyfriend like you're in a trashy romance novel!" "That's not it at all." "It's not. So, you wouldn't drop everything to spend time with your rich boy toy?" "He's not my boy toy. He's so much more..." "He doesn't think much of me." "He doesn't think you try," Carrie countered. "I tried my best to pass the bar. The third time is going to be a charm." "Is it?" Carrie inquired. His sister's questioning of his abilities grated at Lee before he replied, "This time I'm going to do it." "So, you're not going to go out instead of studying..." "That's not what I did." "It's exactly what you did," Carrie retorted, shaking her head at her brother's delusions. Lee shook his head and said, "How can you think that I could ever agree to this?" "Because you owe me." "What?" "I didn't want to say it, but, I'll say it again, YOU...OWE...ME!" "For what?" "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Lee crossed his arms as his sister glared at him before she screeched, "WHO'S PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD FOR THE LAST 18 MONTHS! FOOD, UTILITIES, EVERYTHING YOU HAVE BUT THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK AND THE LITTLE BIT OF MONEY YOU HAVEN'T BLOWN YET, YOU OWE TO ME!" Lee hung his head. He was ashamed of himself. It was impossible for him not to feel that he was sponging off his sister since he finished law school. His school debts had consumed most of the inheritance and settlement he received after the death of their parents. The feeling of shame was not unknown to Lee. He felt it from time to time as he thought about what he had been doing since he graduated law school. The two failed attempts to pass the bar had prompted only minor hinted at criticisms from his sister before. Lee knew that his sister had taken umbrage over his early condescension for her settling on the job she had taken years earlier with the large law firm. He could sense that she enjoyed the fact that the job was likely paying more than he would make if he passed the bar and found employment after his earlier comments to her. Carrie stayed silent, letting Lee's guilt, shame and humiliation about his position and prospects intermingle inside of him. Lee shook his head as he said, "Can't I just work as myself?" "I wish you could, but someone from another office might stop by and they're going to expect to see a girl sitting at my desk." "Why?" "You know that there are only girls in my office. We're one of the smallest offices in the firm." "Won't they know that I'm not you?" "I haven't meet with the IT and HR department in over a year. The firm's revamped both departments recently. If the HR reps for the region come in, the crappy picture of me in their file looks close enough like you that they're not going to raise many questions. If no one working in the office says anything about you being there, why would they?" "It won't work." "It will work! All the girls in my office know that this is going to happen. They're all on board, and they're going to cover for us. This is just for our corporate overlords that need to be fooled, and they don't come around too often." "Listen, Carrie, if you were just asking me to fill in, I'd do it, but you're asking me to debase myself..." "Oh, see being a woman is debasing?" Carrie asked as she placed her hands on her hips. "For a man, yes," Lee countered in a stern tone. "You didn't find it debasing when this woman was putting food on the table. You know what, Lee. I've had it with you!" "What?" Lee asked. "If you can't be bothered to do this little thing..." "LITTLE THING?" Lee interjected. "IF YOU CAN'T BE BOTHERED," Carrie continued, speaking over her brother, "YOU CAN JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." "Carrie..." "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" "Carrie...," Lee tried to appeal to her again. "Just get your stuff and get out," Carrie replied in a firm, but calmer tone as she started to cry. Lee hung his head while he started towards the hall closet that he kept his meager belongings in since his sister did not have a spare bedroom to offer him. Lee drew the door open and thought about his impending homelessness. He cringed at the thought of spending a night on the street or a homeless shelter. In his heart of hearts, Lee knew that he did not have the guile or toughness to make it in such an environment. The sight of one of Carrie's jackets made him stop. Lee paused as he took the lilac, boucle double-breasted coat in his hands and turned to his sister. Carrie's glare faded while she watched her dejected brother place his arms through the sleeves of her jacket. Lee was unable to meet her gaze as he said in a soft and weak tone, "Carrie, if you'll still let me, I'll do it for you." Carrie crossed her arms while she stared at her brother in silence. She knew he was frightened about what lay ahead of him if she cast him off. She let those fears continue to preoccupy his mind for a few moments before she replied, "If you do this, I don't want to hear you complain. I don't want any of the girls at my office to say you were anything but perfectly behaved. Am I clear?" "Yes," Lee said in a low voice, burying his chin into the lilac coat that covered his chest and ended just below his crotch as he did so. Carrie gave Lee a nod before she said, "Okay. You can stay." "Thank you," Lee said in a near whisper with his eyes trained on the floor. Carrie nodded to herself before she said, "Let's get started then." Lee was silent while Carrie walked past him and inquired, "Aren't you coming?" After a pause, Lee answered with a nod of his head. Lee turned and went towards the single bedroom of the apartment that Carrie had walked into. She drew open her closet doors. Her eyes searched the rack of her clothes before they settled on a fit-and-flare dress that was comprised of a cottony-soft knit in a multicolored m?lange of prints After taking hold of the pink, purple and black dress, she ordered, "Take off my coat." As he removed the coat, Lee tried to appeal to his sister's reason, "Carrie, people are going to see right through me." "You don't give yourself enough credit," Carrie responded while she brushed his long hair over his shoulder. "How could people not tell?" Lee asked, hoping that she would see her folly. "You don't let them know." "But..." Carrie moved towards her brother and hugged him. She then whispered into his ear, "Everyone who needs to know already knows. They're the ones you're going to be around the most. They'd know right away and they already know." "But...." "Just keep your head up, keep a smile on your face and you won't attract too much attention." "Even then..." "Please! Remember the Clothe Swap challenge?" Carrie said with a laugh as she let him go. Lee blushed at his embarrassment. A lost bet with his sister had led to a Youtube video where they swapped clothes. Her friends and coworkers had all commented on the video. "The girls at my office think we look quite alike," Carrie added. Lee nodded, remembering their comments to that effect as well. "Imagine if I made you over too," Carrie continued. Lee feared the outcome, but he felt he had only one choice. He had to go along with it and hope that his sister would back out for fear of losing her job when she came to the inevitable conclusion that he could not pass for a woman. "Is the makeover really necessary?" Lee inquired. "This is way more than a clothes swap, Lee," Carrie started to answer. Lee forced a fake smile to his face while he interjected, "Don't the clothes make the girl?" "Only when she's a girl to begin with," Carrie retorted, growing tired of her brother's dawdling. Lee was silent before Carrie told him to get into the shower. Lee nodded. He felt like a child as his sister followed him into the bathroom. "You can't expect me to shower with you in here." "Of course, not. I don't want to see your naked ass ," Carrie said with a disgusted look. Lee felt good about response before she said, "I just want to point you to two things. Your razor and the shaving gel." "My razor?" Lee asked as Carrie pointed at the pink and white colored razor. "My first gift to you," Carrie answered. "Is it necessary?" "I don't want to share a razor with you," Carrie retorted before pointing out her razor and telling him not to use hers. "I meant the shaving," Lee rejoined. Carrie nodded her head while she replied, "I don't want to see a hair beneath your head. Am I clear?" Lee nodded, trying to rationalize that body builders and Olympic swimmers shaved themselves smooth. Once Carrie stepped out of the room, he got into the shower. Lee washed his skin before he took hold of the razor and the gel. Lee cringed as he rubbed the gel onto his legs. The sight struck him as odd before he ran the blades along his legs. "Christ," Lee mumbled as he saw the bare spot on his legs before he cleaned the matted hair from the blades. With a tremulous hand, Lee reached down and removed more hair from his body. He tried to focus on anything other than the soft, hairless body that was emerging with each stroke. Lee winced at what the razor and gel was producing, knowing that his body looked nothing like the sculpted bodies that he had tried to compare with his own. His body looked boyish to almost feminine without the body hair. After washing his long hair, Lee turned off the shower and toweled off. He called out to his sister after wrapping the towel around his waist. Carrie gave him a faux shocked look as she said, "Carrie, you place the towel over your breasts!" "Very funny," Lee retorted. Carrie laughed before she added, "But seriously, I want you to bring your towel over your chest." "Oh, come on," Lee whined. "No. You're playing a girl now, so play it right," Carrie chided. Lee rolled his eyes while she looked away and closed her eyes while he brought the towel over his upper body. Lee told her that she could look before Carrie reopened her eyes. Carrie grinned at how girlish Lee's smooth legs looked beneath the hem like bottom of the towel wrapped around her brother's torso. She gave his hairless body an approving nod before she told him, "Let's get you dressed." Lee bit his lip, struggling not to complain while he followed behind her. Carrie smiled as she told him to lower his towel. Lee pulled the towel down to his waist again while he waited for his sister to tell him what to do next. The sight of a bra in her hands made him wince. Carrie laughed as she said, "It's not that bad. Now, just put your arms out. Lee followed her direction and watched the straps of the bra being pulled up over his arms before Carrie allowed him to lower them. Carrie then told Lee to fasten the hooks of the bra's front closure. Lee's fingers fumbled with the closures before he moved his hands away from them, embarrassed to have hooked a bra over his flat chest. Lee's embarrassment soon turned to irritation over the feeling of the bra. He started to pull at the too tight bra straps that were digging into his shoulders. Carrie smirked at his actions before she showed him to how to adjust the straps. After feeling instant relief as Carrie adjust the right shoulder strap, Lee then took to adjusting the left strap while his sister reached into a bag. "What the hell are those?" Lee asked while his sister produced a pair of prostheses. "What do they look?" Carrie retorted as she faced the nipples at Lee. Lee's stomach turned while he looked at the breast forms. Carrie smiled at his discomfort before she added, "They're my size, so they'll fit your bras." Carrie's words had their intended effect, causing her brother to squirm from the embarrassment he felt about sporting the same cup size as his sister. Carrie handed Lee the two forms and told them to put them into the cups of his bra. Lee took the forms without a word. He placed them into each cup of his bra and stared up at his sister. His eyes quickly darted away from her since he could sense the amusement she was taking from his predicament. It was even worse than the look he remembered with the Clothes Swap challenge, since there was no mistaking what they were doing for a game this time. After a hesitation, Lee asked, "So, are we sharing your panty drawer?" Carrie shook her head with a laugh at her brother's attempt to make light of his situation before she said, "No way! I love you, but not that not much! I've got a whole bag of hand me downs for you that are all yours." Lee was silent while he processed her words. He knew that she had planned this ruse with more thought than he ever planned anything with in his life. Carrie moved around him before she handed him the three-quarter sleeved dress and said, "Put this on?" "Before my underwear?" Lee asked while he clutched the black contrast trim adorned dress. "Just this once," Carrie answered. Lee nodded before he pulled the multi-colored dress over his head. He moved his arms through the soft sleeves before his head poked through the scooped neckline. Once the hem was resting above his knees, Carrie yanked away Lee's towel. Lee's hands pulled down at his fit-and-flare dress, afraid of exposing himself. The quick reaction made Carrie burst out into a fit of laughter while she saw her brother clasping at the hem of his dress like a woman wearing a loose dress on a windy day. Regaining her composure, Carrie tossed Lee a pair of panties and told him to put them on. Happy to have anything to cover up his manhood that was swelling as it swung loosely against his soft dress, Lee stepped into the panties. The soft feeling was alien to him and made his manhood stir even more. His reaction sickened him while he brought the panties over his nearly fully erect manhood. "Enjoying it," Carrie teased. "NO," Lee shouted with flushed cheeks, humiliated to think that the truthful answer was almost certainly the inverse of what he had stated. Carrie merely smiled in response before told him to sit down. Lee followed her direction as she handed him a pair of black tights and told him how to roll them down. Lee followed her directions. He rolled the tights down before he stepped through the donut shaped holes. Under his sister's watchful eyes and tutelage, Lee slowly pulled the tights up his legs. The soft feelings enveloping his legs took him by surprise. He had never felt anything as pleasing to the touch of his newly smooth legs in his life. The swelling of his manhood made his cheeks turn scarlet red. He could not believe that he was enjoying the silky feeling, even as the sight of the soft, opaque tights climbing his hairless legs was making him sick to his stomach. Once Lee finished pulling the tights up his legs, Carrie had him stand and pull them over his panties. Lee struggled to shift his hips around to get the tights over them before he gazed back up at his bemused sister. Carrie led Lee into the bathroom and began to apply his makeup after seating him on the toilet seat. As she applied each cosmetic, she explained how to properly apply it and made Lee repeat her directions, word for word, before she moved onto the next product. After applying the last cosmetic to his face, Carrie took hold of her tweezers. Lee knew what she was planning to do with them and offered no resistance while he let Carrie clean up his eyebrows before she turned her attention to his hair. Carrie brushed out his long hair and had Lee count each stroke she took until she reached her one hundredth stroke. Putting down the hairbrush, she smiled as she told her brother, "You look so pretty." "Yeah, right," Lee retorted, hopeful that his face was as unconvincing as his body was convincing. "No, come and see." "Stop teasing me, Carrie. I know I look like a freak," Lee bemoaned as he got up. "Oh, really, take a look sister." Lee was shocked as he came to a stop in front of the mirror. He gazed at his reflection that reminded him more of his sister than the man he recognized in it that morning before going out. Carrie hugged him and said, "See, we could be twins!" Lee shook his head, horrified by his feminized appearance. He knew he was far more convincing than he ever thought was possible. After letting him take in his appearance in dismayed silence, Carrie said, "I expect you to get ready every morning just like I do." "What? Why?" "Because I'm not going to be here to do it for you." "Okay," Lee replied, understanding her logic. "So, I'm going to make sure you can do it before I leave," Carrie continued. Lee nodded in reply before he asked, "Can I get changed now?" "Not yet. I want you to start to get a feel for this. You're going to be staying as a girl all day." "Once I start..." "No. Starting tomorrow, you're getting up when I get up and you're staying a girl until I get home. Then, you can change." "Why?" "It's all about getting you ready for primetime," Carrie answered before telling her brother to follow her. Lee followed his sister back into her bedroom and saw the pair of heels and wedges she had purchased for him. Carrie held out the heels and said, "Put these on." Given how far things had already gone, Lee saw no reason to hesitate to put them on. He took hold of the shoes. As he tried to put the first shoe on, he struggled to keep his balance, nearly falling in the process. "Balance yourself on something," Carrie advised through her laughter. Lee balanced himself on the wall as he put the 2 ? inch heeled, faux patent leather, pointed toe pumps on. Carrie grinned while she began to make him walk around the apartment, her eyes following every step he took. Lee listened to her directions as she continued to make him walk in heels for her for the remainder of the night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Beginning the next morning, Lee found that his sister was true to her word. As she woke, Carrie called out for him to get up. Lee forced himself off the couch he had been sleeping on for 18 months and got to his feet. Lee followed her as she told him to make breakfast while she showered. Lee made the breakfast and had it waiting on the table for her when she emerged from the bathroom. Carrie stepped out of the bathroom and found that Lee had already finished eating. She ordered him to shower as she sat down to eat. Lee complied with her direction. He stepped into the bathroom, disrobed and showered. As the water ran down his body, he checked it for visible body hair, however, none had sprouted since the day before. After drying off, Lee went to see his sister. She walked past him fully dressed for work and told him to get dressed while she put on her makeup. Lee nodded as he walked into her room and peered through her open closet doors. Lee felt strange as he wondered which of his sister's outfits he should wear for the day. The choices before him made him sick to his stomach. Resigned to his fate of two plus weeks of feminization to stay off the streets, Lee reached into her closet and removed a khaki colored pantsuit. A white blouse soon followed it out of the closet before Lee looked at the bra, panties and hosiery choices that his sister left out for him. Lee removed his towel and stepped into the beige, cotton panties first. Lee shuddered as he drew them up his legs. Although he enjoyed the soft feeling, he could not help but feel like a pervert as his manhood engorged in his sister's panties. Reaching for the matching bra, Lee went to place the garment on. He slipped his arms through the straps before he hooked the front closures of his beige colored bra and stuffed the cups with the breast forms his sister had bought for him. Lee then sat upon Carrie's bed while he rolled down the knee-highs that he had been given by his sister, since he did not want to deal with the feeling of tights or pantyhose until he had to. Lee cringed at his body's reaction to the knee-highs. "Come on, dude," Lee muttered to himself as his manhood stirred in his panties from the silky feeling coming over his smooth feet, ankles and calves. Lee clenched his eyes and fists hoping that his enjoyment of the feminine feelings would dissipate before he got to his feet. He reached for his sister's suit pants and stepped into the light garment. Standing up, Lee struggled not to step on the cuff of the pants that came to a rest on the floor. Lee sighed as he looked at the cuffs, knowing that the cut of all of his sister's dress pants were made for heeled shoes. "This is ridiculous," Lee muttered as he reached for the v-neck blouse with cuffed, short, dolman sleeves and brought it over his head. Lee pulled the blouse down his body and cringed at how feminine he appeared in his sister's vanity mirror across the room. Lee cursed himself for letting himself reach the point in his life where he felt his very survival was dependent on looking like his sister's doppelganger. Lee put the jacket of the suit on before he reached down and grabbed at his pants legs. Lee pulled them up as he hobbled towards the pair of wedges his sister had bought for him. Balancing himself on the wall as he had done the night before, Lee slipped his right foot into the shoe before he did the same with his left foot. Lee then walked out of the room and waited for his sister to open the door to the bathroom at the dinner table. A few minutes passed before Carrie opened the door and ordered, "Come in here, Lee." Lee got to his feet and started towards the bathroom. Carrie grinned as she saw his outfit. "Nice choice, sis." "Thanks," Lee replied, unable to hide his sarcasm from his triumphant looking sister. "Very Hillary-esque," Carrie retorted. "Watch it," Lee groused. "Oh, how can that still be a sore subject for you?" Carrie replied with a shake of her head. "These are your clothes," Lee reminded her. "And I love them, especially how they flatter you," Carrie joked before she said, "Now, start with the makeup. I'll be back in a minute." Lee nodded and reached for the makeup his sister had told him how to apply the day before. Lee reached for the lipstick and stared up at the mirror. His hand trembled as he brought the lipstick up to his lips. He began to apply it before pausing as he smeared it. Lee clenched his eyes at what he had done. He reached for a tissue and began to remove the lipstick from beneath his lips before he went back to applying the lipstick. Carrie walked back in and smiled at his lips and said, "Now, those look kissable." "Freak," Lee retorted to his sister's laughter, trying to make light of his situation. "Hurry up. You're going to be late," Carrie chided. "This will go faster when you're not here," Lee replied. "No doubt, but there's no excuse for being late. Get started on those eyes." Lee nodded while he reached for his eye shadow. Lee applied it on his eyelids as his sister gave him pointers before he took hold of his mascara. Lee went to apply it before his sister corrected his form. Lee listened to her gentle chiding before he applied as she directed. Carrie gave her brother an approving nod as he did so before she said, "See, I'll make a proper woman out of you in no time." "It's what I always wanted," Lee responded with feigned enthusiasm. "It may not be the best situation, but it could be worse," Carrie reminded Lee before she told him, "Now, don't forget about your hair." "Oh, how could I?" Lee replied. "Don't use that tone with me," Carrie rejoined, upset about his continuing sarcasm despite his agreement. "Sorry," Lee muttered, remembering his precarious position. Lee reached for the brush he had inherited from his sister and started to brush his hair out with one hundred strokes. Carrie counted out the strokes while she shook her head and stared at her watch. Lee felt nervous as he felt his sister's disapproval. He tried to speed up and winced while he pulled knots out of his hair. Carrie walked out of the bathroom before he finished and said, "Remember, you're supposed to stay like that all day." "I know," Lee replied, bothered by her needless reminder. "I want you practicing in heels and wedges all day." "Got it." "I expect hourly selfies to prove that you haven't changed, head to toe," Carrie added, causing Lee's stomach to sink. Lee sucked his lips into his mouth and tasted his lipstick while he gazed up at the bathroom ceiling, realizing that his sister was not going to let him spend a second without something feminine on. "Did you hear me?" Carrie asked. "Yes," Lee answered. "Good, I'm going to call in periodically to check on you, and I want to hear your best girly voice when you pickup." "Fine," Lee said. "Also, be sure to take some videos of you walking around. I want something to critique when I get home." "Anything else?" Lee asked out of exasperation while he put his hairbrush down and stepped out of the bathroom. "Just a smile before I leave." Lee forced a smile to his face that Carrie reciprocated. Lee watched her turn and leave the apartment before the smile left his face. Lee shook his head while he looked down at the outfit that he had to wear for the remainder of the day. "I do look like fucking Hillary Clinton in this," Lee muttered to himself while he started towards the door in his wedges. He grabbed hold of his cell phone and propped it up as he began to saunter about, videoing his self-consciously swaying steps. Each step he took in the pitched shoes seemed nearly as weird as it had the day before when he did it in heels. Pausing to shut off the video function, Lee then took a selfie of himself and sent it to Carrie. A text back told him to take it next to the time on the weather channel. Lee was surprised by the reply, but he acquiesced. Lee then spent the day following his sister's orders as he waited for her to return. As the evening came, Carrie walked back into the apartment. She gave him a smile as she said, "How's my girl holding up?" "Can I get changed, now?" Lee asked in response. "That's the deal," Carrie answered before Lee went into the bathroom and changed out of the girls clothing that had covered his body all day. Lee used the makeup remover his sister showed him the day before prior to stepping out of the bathroom. Lee found dinner waiting for him on the table. He sat down while his sister came over and began to give him pointers while she turned on the video's he had taken for her. The constant critiques grated on Lee, but he knew that he could not complain given the stakes. As the following morning came, Carrie made Lee added another step to his morning routine. After finishing with his hair and makeup, Carrie brought him over to her jewelry box. Lifting the lid, she told Lee to pick out a necklace and earrings. Lee gave her a wary look, prompting her to note with a smirk, "You fought Dad tooth and nail to get those ears pierced when you were 16." "I'm not 16 anymore." "You're also not a boy either," Carrie reminded him. Lee squinted at her before she added, "And what a pretty girl you've grown up to be." "Funny," Lee replied while he reached in and selected a necklace. After placing the necklace on, he sorted through her jewelry box before he took hold of a pair of earrings. Once he placed them in his ears, he asked, "Are you happy, now?" "Very," Carrie said before she headed out her front door. It had been years since Lee last wore jewelry and he did not enjoy the feelings of additional pressure on his skin. Lee grinded his teeth for a bit while he carried out his daily training to become his sister, as he had done the day before. Once the evening came, Carrie came home and reviewed the videos that Lee had taken of himself. She commented on his every step and movement, making him mirror her hand movements and gait while he walked around after the dinner he had decided to prepare for her with forlorn hopes of mercy. The next day, Carrie decided to push him even further. Lee woke up and went through his morning routine. At her insistence, he dressed himself in a green, figure hugging, cap sleeve, sheath dress with a bateau neck and princess seamed bodice over his nude sheer pantyhose. He finished his outfit off with three-inch heeled, pointy toed pumps with a tie closure ankle strap before he applied his makeup, tied his hair back into a ponytail and placed on the necklace and earrings he had worn the day before. To his chagrin, Carrie insisted on him wearing rings. Lee had never worn a ring in his life and had no intention of ever wearing one. He slipped two of his fingers into his sister's costume jewelry rings and shook his head at the feeling of the rings pressing into each finger. "This is pretty tight," Lee whined to his sister's amusement. "If you don't like it, you can go buy yourself ones that fit." Lee shook his head at his sister with a disgusted look. She shot him a glare as she said, "I was being serious." "Come on, Carrie," Lee said with a shake of his head. "You need to face the public sooner or later," Carrie retorted. Lee's eyes widened as he fixated on Carrie's face. He realized that she was serious. "I'm not ready...," Lee began to explain before his sister cut him off. "You're ready. You need to get this over with. I can't have you heading to work for the first time as your first experience. You need to get comfortable with people looking at you and being around you." Lee blushed at the thought of the eyes of strangers upon him as he walked down the street dressed like his sister's twin. Carrie grinned at his embarrassment while she reached into her purse and pulled out four 20-dollar bills. She held the money out in front of Lee and told him, "You need to learn to budget like a girl." Lee took the money before Carrie continued, "You're going to buy two rings and a pair of flats and heels with this money." "This isn't enough..." "It is if you spend it right." "Okay," Lee replied while he stared at the money his sister had left in his hand. Carrie nodded at her brother before she said goodbye to him and left him alone in the room. Lee paced around, intermittently slipping his feet back into his heels and videoing himself as he continued to walk around. His mind focused on the task he was given. He hated the idea of stepping out the door en femme, but his situation dictated that the prospect was a matter of when and not if. As lunchtime passed, Lee washed the plate he had used and placed it on the drying rack before he washed his hands. Stepping out of the kitchen, Lee's eyes focused on the pocketbook that Carrie had lent him. He went over to the table and sat down. He reached down and picked up his heels. Once he placed each shoe on, he reached for his purse. Standing up, he placed the strap on his shoulder and headed to the door. Lee moved as fast as he could in his tight dress and heels, fearing that if he dawdled too long he would lose his nerve to comply with his sister's orders. Drawing the door open, the steps to the landing in his view never looked as daunting. He moved towards them with hesitation. He descended the steps in a slow, measured pace. Every step seemed to be a challenge while he struggled to angle his foot to land his entire foot on each step below him. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. He winced while he stared down at the three flights remaining, knowing that he would have to do it all over again. "How does she make is seem so easy?" Lee wondered aloud as he started down the next steps. A feeling of unbalance caused him to clutch the rail midway down the second flight. Righting himself, Lee's heart raced. He looked around and was grateful that no one had seen his faltering, slow descent down the staircase. Once he reached the landing of the final flight, Lee felt jubilant. Walking towards the front door of the building seemed easy and the few wide steps that led from the building's front door seemed easy by comparison to the interior staircase. The elation of conquering the staircase faded as Lee realized that he was outside en femme. The smile left his face while he stared around at the smattering of people walking down the sidewalks that ran alongside both sides of the city street. Few of the strangers acknowledged his presence to his relief. Lee felt largely invisible while he began to walk down the sidewalk. Lee's eyes fixated on the ground before him, fearing that he would catch his heels in the grates as he had seen his mother do once as a boy. While he walked with his head down, he caught a few people gazing at him. Some smiles on the faces of men he had never seen before made him queasy. 'They must think I'm hot,' Lee figured to his dismay. As Lee came upon a string of storefronts, Lee looked up at the store names. They were all familiar to him. They were places that his sister infrequently shopped. She could not afford to shop at the stores often and Lee knew that they were out of his modest price range. The name of a discount retailer came into view. Lee picked up his pace as he moved towards the store, feeling more confident about his ability to pass himself off as a woman while he did so. Lee moved towards the doors and pushed through the revolving doors that led inside. Knowing the task at hand, Lee did not dawdle as he headed straight for the women's shoe department that was in his line of sight. Lee moved towards the crowded area and saw women sorting through the shoes. His heart began to race as he slipped amongst them, attracting little attention. Some of the women struck Lee as attractive. Under other circumstances, he knew that he would be asking them out. The arch of his feet and the sensation of nylons compressing his erection served as a reminder that he was in no position to do so at the moment. He knew that he was nothing more than another girl in the eyes of the unfamiliar girls he was amidst. Remembering the size of the shoes he was wearing, Lee searched for a pair of heels to supplement his nascent collection. Lee walked around the other women, feeling like an outsider among them, even as he sensed that he was viewed by them as nothing of the sort. Lee's eyes focused on a pair of plain, black heels. They were not the sort of attention grabbers that his sister was prone to buy, but he did not want to attract attention to himself. He looked down and found a box in the size of the shoes on his feet. He moved towards a stool and rested upon it as he removed the shoe from his right foot. He placed his right foot into the faux leather pump with a three inch block heel and rounded and found that it was slightly too small. He closed his eyes as he placed his pump back on and went back to where he found the shoes. He searched the boxes again and found a shoe a half size bigger than the one he tried on. Lee grinned at the number on the box as he took hold of it and balanced himself on the shoe rack as he stood back up. Lee went back towards the stool and tried on the shoes. He was relieved that they fit before he put them back away and began to look for a pair of flats in his size. The femininity of the flats he looked at made Lee's stomach sink. He shook his head at the thought of wearing any of the bow-adorned shoes. The realization that they were no more effeminate than the heels he was wearing, however, made him laugh to himself at the absurdity of the worry. "Are you finding everything okay, miss," a salesgirl inquired. Lee responded in his practiced feminine tone, "Yes, thank you." "If you need anything, just let me know," the perky girl replied. "Will do," Lee answered before he turned away from the girl, sure that he had fooled her. Restricted by his budget, Lee settled on the cheapest pair of flats he could find in his size. The black, scrunch, ballet flats felt strange on his feet, but less than the heels that he was becoming acclimated to much faster than he ever imagined. With the shoes selected, Lee started towards the jewelry department. Bypassing the jewelry beneath the glass counters, Lee went to the costume jewelry and began to look through the rings. Lee fretted as he looked at the prices of the rings he picked up. He knew that they were close to putting him over his $80.00 limit. He kept moving through the selection until he came upon cheaper and cheaper offerings. Finding the rings in his price range, Lee first selected a silver plated eternity ring that was adorned with small faux diamonds across the entire ring. Lee then paired the ring with a plain, silver plated band ring. With his selections made, Lee headed to the register. A grin came upon his face as he saw the register ring up a price considerably lower than his budget. Lee paid the clerk with the money his sister had given him before he headed out the door clutching the bags containing his purchases. Lee went back to his apartment and strolled up to the front door. He winced as he closed the door and stared at the staircase he was going to have to negotiate again. Lee paused to take a selfie with his shopping bags for his sister before she called him to give him advice about navigating the stairs in heels. Lee thanked her in his best feminine tone and began to ascend the staircase. Following his sister's advice, Lee worked the straps of the bags up his wrists and clasped them as he continued to start up the steps. Lee's eyes focused on the steps while he landed only the toes of his shoes on the steps, leaving his heels up in the air. Lee felt awkward landing all his weight on just the toes and balls of his feet, but he found that it was effective for ascending the staircases. Once he made it up the staircases, Lee went into his sister's apartment. He called her and asked what she wanted for dinner before he began to prepare making it for her arrival. Carrie came home in the evening and sat down for dinner with her brother as she reviewed his tapes, telling Lee not to change. Lee was disappointed to be stuck in his heels, but he did not complain. Once Lee finished cleaning up after dinner, she inspected his purchases and grinned at his left over money. "Smart girl," she said as he handed her his change. "Why's that?" "You always go under budget because you never know when you're going to have to spend it on something else." Lee nodded at his sister's rationalization before she let him take off his heels and put on the flats that he had bought. Lee was relieved by how soft they felt under his feet, even as the feeling of the elastic stretching to the size of his foot seemed odd to him as he relaxed for the remainder of the night. The next morning, Lee got ready again and awaited his assignment from his sister. Carrie was quieter than normal that morning, which only served to make Lee more anxious. Before she stepped out of the door, Carrie asked, "Do you want to know what I'm going to ask you to do today?" "That's what I've been waiting for?" Lee answered while he sat her table with his black, sheer pantyhose covered legs crossed at the ankle. Carrie smiled as she opened a closet door and pulled out a bag. Lee gave the shopping bag a weary look before she placed it on the table. Lee leaned forward and reached into the bag. The grey and black, race back, sports bra he retrieved struck him as odd before he saw the pink, thong like garment in the bag as well. "What is all this?" "It's all part of the outfit you're wearing to the gym." "What gym?" "My gym." "I can't go to your gym." "My Gym ID is in the bag." "But..." "Listen, you need to learn to interact with girls." "I've been doing that my whole life." "Not for the reasons a girl does. There's an aerobics class at 11. I expect before and after selfies proving that you're there." "Carrie..." "This is not up for discussion," Carrie retorted before she pulled out a ring from the bag. "What is that?" Lee asked as he stared at the ring that looked like an engagement ring. "It's a fake engagement ring. It's a conversation piece and it also serves as a man repellant, at least for most men," Carrie said with a shake of her head. "Is that something I really need?" "Trust me, it will come in handy," Carrie replied before she went to leave the apartment. As she closed the door behind her, Lee reached into the bag and removed the remainder of the items that she had left for him. After shaking his head at the clothing, Lee stripped out of his outfit and reached for the pink gaffe. The garment felt tighter than anything he ever wore before and almost made him long for the feelings of the outfit he had dressed in that morning. He reached to tuck away his manhood and felt it instantly compressed tightly to his body. The discomfort he felt in the tight garment made him grimace while he reached for his sports bra. Lee pulled it over his head before he slipped the forms into the compression bra that forced them snugly against his freshly shaved chest. The black athletic panty was brought up his legs next. He felt disgusted as he enjoyed the feeling of the panty ascending his hairless legs. The pain from his manhood's frustrated efforts to become erect soon drove those feelings away. "This is torture," Lee whined to himself while he took hold of the bottom his sister had left for him. Lee stepped into the knit jogger pants that Carrie for him. He was relieved that the pants were baggy and did nothing to draw attention to his unnaturally smoothened crotch. After finishing adjusting the waist of the pants, Lee took hold of the tight, white tee shirt and slipped it over his head. Lee was relieved that it gave no glimpse of his false bust before he reached for the white ankle socks and white and teal colored sneakers. Once Lee finished putting on his socks and tying his sneakers, he slipped his finger into the faux engagement ring. He then took hold of his sister's Gym Identification Card and placed it in his purse before he headed out the door. Lee felt more at ease as he descended the staircase in his girl's sneakers. Other than the feeling of the tied up hair and the compression on his chest and crotch, little felt different from when he had last been able to step out of his sister's apartment as a man. Lee hurried down the steps with a spring in his steps from not having to make his way down them in heels. He exited the building and jogged to the Gym that his sister had a membership in. He produced his card to the man at the reception desk and asked if there was an opening for the 11 A.M. aerobics class. The man nodded before he sent Lee on his way. Lee went towards the locker room to put away his purse. He wanted to put it away, but felt as if he would be a pervert to step into the women's locker room. With that thought in mind, he poked his head into the studio room and decided that he could leave it to the side of the room, as a number of girls that had arrived early for the class had done. After sneaking a selfie as he placed his bag down, Lee began to stretch like he saw the other girls doing. Some of the girls asked him his name. Lee replied with his sisters before one asked, "When did you get engaged?" "Just recently," Lee lied. "You bagged one," another joked. "Sure did." "What's he like?" Lee cringed at the suggestion that he was marrying a man. There was no other implication possible in his mind given his ring. Lee felt as if he was betraying himself as he replied, "He's nice." Implying that he was marrying a man in his own words made Lee's stomach wrench. He could not fathom doing it for real. Even pretending to be willing to do it was sickening to him. "Cute?" One asked. "Very," Lee lied. "Where's he from?" One inquired. "London," Lee replied, deciding to go with the details of his sister's boyfriend, since they were the one ones he was familiar with. "A Brit?" One eager replied before she asked, "Does he have a handsome brother for me?" "Afraid not." "Oh, you're so lucky." Lee shrugged, not feeling lucky about anything at the moment while he continued to chat with the girls about his fictional fianc?. Lee was relieved when the class started. The female instructor led him and the girls in the class through a series of exercises. As the class proceeded through the halfway mark, Lee realized that he was in the worst shape of anyone in the room. Lee huffed as he continued through the workout. Lee struggled to keep up with the class and was exhausted by the end of it. "Aren't you going to shower?" One girl asked as he headed for the door. "When I get home," Lee admitted as he rushed out before the girl could ask a follow up question, taking a selfie in the process. Lee walked back to the apartment with sluggish steps. His legs felt heavy as he forced himself up the multiple flights of stairs that led to his sister's walkup apartment. Lee showered and repeated his morning routine before he went back to training himself. The walking in heels felt even more painful due to the cramping in his legs and abdomen from his workout. Despite the discomfort, he forced himself to practice throughout the afternoon before he began to make dinner. Once Carrie came home, Lee told her every detail about his trip to the gym while they ate dinner. Carrie then gave Lee pointers to improve himself further before she went to bed for the night. As Friday came, Carrie told Lee to meet her and her coworkers en femme at a restaurant near their office. Lee was unhappy about the task of the day, but he knew he had to get his introductions with them over. Lee left the apartment and headed for the subway station that his sister took to work each morning. Lee made his way down the steps, feeling more comfortable with his angled steps than he had been when he first went down a staircase en femme on Wednesday. Lee waited for the subway train to arrive. He stood in silence amongst throngs of people. A few gave him looks that no longer seemed alien to him, even though they remained unwanted. Once the train came to a stop, Lee waited for people to exit the train before he forced his way onboard. Finding an open seat, Lee rushed over to it. The girl around his age that was sitting next to him gave him a smile. Lee reciprocated with the girl he found attractive. "Those shoes are so cute," the girl said. "Oh, thanks," Lee replied, caught of guard by her comment. While he wanted nothing more to have sex with the girl, he realized that she expected him to be an ordinary girl like her. The girl's smile left before Lee added, "Those flats are pretty." "These?" The girl asked. "Where did you get them?" Lee replied, trying to imitate what he was sure his sister would do if she were talking with the girl. The girl told him the name of the store that he knew was out of his price range. The girl asked about his ring. 'Just kill me,' Lee thought to himself as he looked at the ring he had put on to avoid men trying to pick him up on the train car. Lee forced himself to make small talk about his "fianc?" before he asked about her relationship status. She gave him a smile as she replied, "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment." "You'll find someone," Lee replied as he thought, 'Fuck me.' "You know what they say, all the good ones are taken or gay," the girl responded with a shake of her head. 'Or sitting next to in a fucking dress,' Lee thought to himself with a scowl before the girl added, "You're so lucky to have found the right guy." 'So, lucky,' Lee thought before the loquacious girl said goodbye when she exited at a stop. Lee followed her with his eyes. Every inch of her turned him on, but he knew that he was no position to act on his feelings. 'Just kill me,' Lee thought again as he put his head back down and tried to forget about the girl who was prettier and nicer than any girl he had talked with in over a year. As his station was announced, Lee got to his feet and made his way off the train. He forced himself through a crowd of people that nearly knocked him over before he got on an escalator and road it to the top. Lee walked through the remainder of the subway station until he reached the steps leading to the surface. Looking around the crowded sidewalk after ascending the steps, Lee's eyes darted down to his cell phone. Lee followed the directions to the restaurant. Pausing before the door, Lee called his sister. "Where are you?" Carrie asked. "I'm right outside the restaurant." "Then, come on in. Are you waiting for an invitation?" Carrie retorted while he heard other girls snickering at his call in the background. Lee hung up and stepped inside the restaurant. He looked around and found his sister and her coworkers. "Hey, Carrie," one of the girls said while Lee stopped next to his sister. Lee forced a grin to his face as he said hello to Sandi, a girl he had met on a number of occasions. Lee sat down while he was introduced to the other five girls from his sister's office. "I never knew you were so pretty," Sandi teased while he sat down. "Oh, stop that," Gloria, the partner in charge of the branch replied as she saw Lee's reddened cheeks. "You're definitely a lot more than I imagined," the other partner at the branch chimed in. "My sister and I have got good genes," Carrie replied for her brother. "I can see that," Marjorie responded. "So, you went to law school?" Gloria asked Lee. Lee nodded before she asked where he went. Lee answered before she inquired the year he graduated. As Lee spoke the year, Marjorie turned to Naomi and said, "Didn't you graduate that year?" Naomi nodded as she replied, "That's right." "But she passed the bar," Carrie added, prompting a glare from her brother. "Isn't Lee's school better," Deborah, the office's legal secretary interjected. "Not when it comes to results," Naomi countered, not liking it when her less prestigious school was belittled. Lee cringed, wanting to defend his school, but he found himself unable, knowing that he was among a number of unemployed graduates from his class. As the girls ordered food and drinks, Lee joined in. He chatted with the girls. Despite their teasing of him, he felt that they were nice enough to deal with and figured he could handle them over the short term. After dinner, Lee went home with Carrie and let her give him the details about the girls' lives. They were all married, divorced or engaged. Lee nodded while he learned more about the girls than he ever figured he would have to know to be around them for a few weeks. Lee then spent his Saturday helping his sister pack while she gave him last minute pointers about how to improve his impersonation of her. Lee took careful mental notes, knowing that they would be the last he would receive from her in person. The next day, Lee saw off his sister at the airport when she left to join her boyfriend and his family in England. Lee waited at the airport until her plane was ready for takeoff. He kept hoping that she would not board the plane. He daydreamed about her turning around and telling him that she could not expect him to be her for a few weeks. Carrie never returned. Lee saw the insignia of her airline flying through the sky before he headed back to the shuttle that led to the station that would take him back to his apartment. As the bus started down the road, Lee sensed that he was his sister until further notice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The buzz of Carrie's alarm clock woke Lee on Monday morning. He stared around his sister's room as he forced himself off her bed. It was the first time that he had slept in a bed since he moved in with his sister. The womanly touches his sister decorated the room he was using for himself until she returned served as a reminder of his fate for the coming weeks. Lee never expected to sleep in a room that was decorated with pale pink walls, floral curtains and prints of photographs and paintings that reflected his sister's girly girl taste. Lee got out of bed and stared down at the hairless body that he had shaven the night before. With a grunt, Lee pushed himself out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom and showered before he dried himself off. Returning to his bedroom, Lee walked over to his sister's closet and drew the doors open. He stared at the various items of professional attire she had left behind. She had left every suit she owned, in addition to a number of dresses. Lee figured that she would not need professional attire abroad since she was not working, so the decision made sense to him. Lee stroked his smooth chin before he reached for a skirt. He placed it to the side as he paired it with a sweater, not wanting to be overdressed by comparison to his fellow members of the support staff. With the decision made, Lee went to the dresser that his sister had left for his use. Lee pulled open the drawer containing the hand me down intimates that his sister told him belonged to him. Lee reached in and took hold of a black cotton bra, black cotton panties and nude pantyhose. After Lee stepped into his panties and put on his bra, he began to work the pantyhose up his legs. Once he shimmied the control top of the tights to his waist, he stuffed his bra and walked over to the closet. After bringing the sweater with twin ruffles running down the front over his head, Lee worked his hands through the ruffles circling the cuffs. Once he finished adjusting the lightweight, grey sweater over his faux bust, Lee slipped his legs into the ivory-colored, floral lace pencil skirt and brought it up to his waist. As he fastened the above-knee length skirt, Lee's eyes were drawn to the door leading to the bathroom. Lee walked into the bathroom to do his makeup. He strolled into the room and went through his increasingly familiar morning routine. Lee watched his motions in the mirror while he added cosmetic after cosmetic to his face. As he smacked his lips, he was still surprised by how passable his looks were and how similar he looked to his sister. The reality that he was going to be posing as her for a few weeks seemed bizarre. The fact that he was certain that he could do it, however, was unsettling to him. After brushing his hair out like his sister sometimes wore it, Lee was amazed by how feminine he looked with his long hair framing his makeup covered face. Lee walked out of the bathroom and placed on his sister's coat. He reached down and placed his heels in the over sized purse his sister used for work. After placing his makeup bag in it as well, Lee slipped his feet into his black scrunch flats and started for the door. Lee locked the apartment door behind him before he went down the stairs. Lee was relieved by how much easier it was too walk down the steps in the flats, even as he understood why his sister had forced him to learn how to handle them in heels. Lee went to the subway station and waited with masses of others for the subway train. Lee struggled to push his way inside with the others before he made his way into the middle of the car and grabbed the overhead rail for balance. As the train jerked forward, Lee was relieved to be out of his heels for the ride. The constant weight of his stuffed purse on his shoulder, however, grew bothersome as the train made its way through various stops. The constant jostling from those entering and exiting the train car seemed even more irritating than when he was a man. While some of the men were more careful about knocking into him en femme, he found that the looks he got from others were disturbing. 'Blow me, you fag,' Lee thought as he scowled at the sight of a man leering at his body, unwilling to realize that the man was attracted to him because the man thought Lee was a girl. As the train emptied out a large station, Lee was relieved to see a few seats open up. Lee rushed to sit before the new riders could enter. Lee smoothed out his skirt as he sat, remembering his sister's chiding. He crossed his legs as his sister had trained him to do in a skirt while the train continued to fill until the doors closed. With a moment to think about what was awaiting him at the office, Lee wondered if his sister's coworkers would still be nice to him without her presence. Lee knew that he needed them on his side to help make the days go by faster and easier. He decided that he would do everything they asked and force himself to be pleasant, despite the self-disgust he felt about what he was doing. When the subway train pulled into the station near his sister's office, Lee got to his feet. He pushed through the crowd with a few others while he made his way out of the train car. Lee followed the crowd to the escalator and rode it up before he went up a flight of stairs. The city streets were louder and busier than they had been the Friday evening when he met his sister and his coworkers. Lee gazed around at the thousands of professionals dressed for their days at work while he made his way to his sister's office building, surprised to be one of them for a change. Lee stepped inside and flashed the security desk his sister's identification card as he walked by. As his sister had promised him, the security staff never checked the name or photograph. They were satisfied by the name of the building and the hologram that its security staff had designed. Walking towards the elevator, Lee saw Sandi standing in the middle of the rows of elevators, waiting for one to open. "Hi, Sandi," Lee said with a smile. "Carrie, did you shrink?" Sandi asked with a quizzical look on her face. Lee gave her a confused look before a smile came upon her face. Sandi's eyes darted down to his flats before they rose up to meet his. Her slight movements made Lee realize what she meant. He laughed to himself as he answered, "My heels are in the bag." "Your first day, and you're already a pro about these things!" "I was trained by the best," Lee replied. The doors to one of the elevators opened, prompting Lee and Sandi to walk inside where they were joined by a dozen others. Lee and Sandi were silent while they rode the cramped elevator up to their floor. Lee was relieved that they were on a lower floor since it let them exit the elevator after only a few seconds. Sandi hurried ahead of Lee and held the door open for him. Lee gave a mock-irritated look as he inquired, "Aren't you going to say, ladies first?" "You said it for me, so, go on in," Sandi replied with a smile. Lee said, "Thank you; you're a gentleman and a scholar." "Don't ever call me either of those again," Sandi retorted. "Duly noted."' "Carrie, doesn't say duly," Sandi chided. "I'll take a mental note," Lee replied. "She would say that either." "What would say?" Lee asked. "PLEASE," Sandi replied in a mock dismissive tone. "Sounds like Carrie." "Then, try it out." "PLEASE," Lee replied, trying to imitate his sister's tone and dismissive hand waiving. "Good, not great, but you're getting there." "Thanks," Lee replied with evident sarcasm as they walked into their office. "Getting even closer," Sandi replied with a laugh before she sat down at her cubicle. Lee's eyes then focused on the placard that was affixed to the outside wall of his sister's cubicle, a few feet from Sandi's and Deborah's desks. Lee looked around the office and saw the four offices that surrounded the cubicles on two sides, while the copy room, conference room and storage areas framed the remainder of the area. "What's the fourth office for?" Lee inquired as