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Bad joke turned good I was shaking in my low heeled sandals. I think I looked presentable but Kaylee had convinced me that this was exactly what Chelsea wanted. So you understand my fears, let me explain why I was quaking. I had known Kaylee since my college days. We met sharing a table during a pause in classes. We got to talking and soon became friends. We never had sexual relations except for a quick hug and a kiss, but she was a great friend with whom I could share everything in my life. We had both grown up in large cities, had single mothers, and had made it through hard work through college. I had chosen English and Kaylee the Arts. I am not sure what attracted us to each other but we were close. Kaylee was more outgoing and frequently dressed to the nines and partied all night. I would start off with her and then she would leave me and go from guy to guy. I had even seen her blowing a guy on a balcony at a recent party. I also saw her dancing very close to another hot girl and they were in a deep lip lock as they swayed to the music. I didnt know what to make of this. Except for frequent hugs and kisses on the cheek, she appeared to not have much interest in me as a sexual partner. Given the way she behaved, I thought she was out of my league. I was happy she tolerated me. Of course, I never tried to hit on her. Over the last few months she had developed a close relationship with Chelsea who worked with her in the Art museum. Chelsea was a beautiful blonde, with great flawless features and a very well-proportioned body. She always wore spiked heels and was impeccably made up. They used to walk hand in hand when we went out and I appeared to the third wheel. But it seemed they liked me to be around, sometimes linking hands with me and many times ignoring me. Kaylee always kissed Chelsea on the mouth and the kiss appeared to me more than just a friendly greeting. I knew that Kaylee frequently spent weekend nights with Chelsea. I just assumed that with their weekend partying starting on Friday night through Sunday, it made sense to crash out together and then continue the next day. As these weekend nights got into full swing, I would quietly disappear, leaving Kaylee and Chelsea to party, not once did they ask me where I had disappeared to. It was strange to others that I was always with the two girls but that I never seemed to be involved with them. I liked the fact that I was always seen with these girls and appeared to be the envy of many. I got invited to many parties with people I didn't know or perhaps it was that Kaylee and Chelsea would not be refused whoever they brought. All the guys gathered around them whilst I watched in silence. Max, an acquaintance, asked Kaylee what she saw in me and why I was always around her and Chelsea. To answer Max's question, Kaylee grabbed me and hugged me tightly and thrust her tongue into my mouth. Max's jaw dropped. "Does that answer your question?" Kaylee asked Max with a grin. Who was I to complain? I wished more would ask her that question and that she would demonstrate her answer with an intense display of aggressive sexuality. Over the last few weeks, I had noticed that Kaylee was a little more distant. She always called me and wanted to hang around me. There was nothing in particular but she did seem a little distracted. Last weekend, on Sunday, she called me and wanted to meet to talk. Of course I agreed. Normally she would be in a daze till mid- afternoon, but this time it was only 10 am. Of course I agreed to meet and she hugged me as we met, grabbed my hand and took me to a nearby park. Her fingers were intertwined with mine and held me firmly and she walked very close bodies touching with every step. We found an isolated park bench and sat down. She still held on. "So, what is it Kaylee?" I asked concerned. I was glad of the attention but it didn't seem normal. Something was bothering her. She looked closely at me. I thought she was going to cry. 'Justin, you know that Chelsea and I are very close. You do know that, right?" I nodded. "Yes, I know," I said quietly. "I know you guy are close." "More than close," she said quietly. "We have lots of friends but Chelsea and I have been lovers for some time now." "I know," I said. I had never heard her say that before but of course I knew the truth. I assumed that was the reason they treated me as they did. "Well, it seems that Chelsea has a history. She had some problems as a kid and was abused by a male relative. Since that time she has had a hard time and doesn't trust en." She paused for effect. "So what seems to the problem now?" I asked innocently. "I assume it is behind her and she seems to have developed a close relationship to you." Maybe this had turned Chelsea into a man hater. It was possible. "She doesn't trust men," Kaylee continued. "But she seems to be changing her mind." "That's good, isn't it?" I asked confused. This was a step in the right direction. "Well, yes, but that is the problem. Charlie, we love you and are very close. You know that too." I nodded. Whilst I had not been invited to their bedroom romps, we were very close and spent most weekends together. I was beginning to understand why they couldn't let me get closer. I loved them too and was content to wait for the right moment. "You see, it seems that Chelsea ... well, it seems she wants to..." she paused and looked at me closely. "Chelsea thinks she may want to try to have a relationship with you." "What?" I said in a daze. "You mean she wants.. " "Slow down, don't get ahead of yourself. It would make Chelsea more comfortable around men. As she has spent so much time around you she doesn't feel threatened. But you realize she has never been alone with you..." Kaylee left the sentence hanging. "But what does she want me to do?" I asked. "That is not so easy for me to say or for you," Kaylee said. "Thing is we need to make this really easy for her. Otherwise, if it backfires, she will be put off men for even longer. I know she wants to get over this, but it has to be done slowly and on her terms." "I don't know what to say," I stammered. "Of course I want to help in any way I can." "You don't know all yet. It will demand a lot, so listen." Kaylee took a deep breath and continued. "Before she can meet you alone as a man, you would have to dress and act a little differently." I looked at her not having a clue what she was talking about. "But what do I need to do?" This was getting weird. Kaylee was being very cryptic. "Look, Charlie. We have to do this slowly as I said before. So you would probably need to dress as a female at the beginning until Chelsea got used to being with you alone. They you can slowly begin to wear slacks or a shirt and gradually move to a masculine mode. Of course you only need to do this if you want to help Chelsea and when you are alone with her. So not really anything big....." Easy for her to say, I thought. But real big for me. Chelsea wanted me to dress as a woman to meet her? In spite of what she had endured in the past, this was really strange. I had never done this before and as much as I wanted to help, I thought this was asking too much. Yes, I hung around them a lot but it was always with Kaylee present. But she knew me and surely could accept that I was no threat to her. I looked glumly at Kaylee who was now stroking my hand and looking intently at me. "I've never done anything like that. As much as I want to help Chelsea, I am not sure. She is a great girl I know and I would love to be with her but...." Kaylee put a finger to my lips. "Shush," she said softly. "I need you to think about this and try to help Chelsea and me. We like you a lot, both Chelsea and I. I think we could all get to experience more things together if you were to gain Chelsea's complete confidence. Do you know where I am headed? "She was now drawing patterns on my hand and my nerves were tingling. Did she really mean I would be included in their bedroom games? That blew my mind. Getting into bed with one girl would be great, but with two hot girls? How lucky could I get? "I can call Chelsea..." Again Kaylee put her finger to my lips to stop me talking. "Now don't do that and spoil it all. She doesn't want to be approached by men. You have seen her around the clubs and restaurants. We have to do this slowly. Look, think about this and let me know. I have to go now and meet Chelsea. I won't say anything until you call me and let me know if you want this." She stood up, leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. This was unusual. And she left abruptly. My mind was in turmoil and I sat back down again. The choices facing me were very unusual. Being part of Kylee's and Chelsea's bedroom fun had tremendous appeal. I had only had one girlfriend before this and that hadn't gone much further than some heavy petting. Sad to say that at my young age I had not yet had full intercourse with a girl. To be then invited into such a relationship was more that I could ever have imagined. If I refused to go along, I assumed that not only would I get the opportunity with Chelsea but that my relationship with Kaylee would also be affected. I had spent a number of months in their company and had no other real friends to fall back on. I suppose I could find new friends but these would probably be male, I knew a few ladies in the company I worked but they had no appeal to me. Kaylee and Chelsea were beautiful, vivacious and exuded sexuality. Did I want to forego the opportunity of relations with these two ladies? I couldn't imagine what it would be like to dress for Chelsea. And for how long? But I had heard of such traumatization caused by abuse and felt indeed sorry. If I could help Chelsea overcome this and live a normal life, then that too would be a good thing. It seemed a small price to pay. Who would see me besides Chelsea and if this was her request, she wouldn't laugh at me. With Kaylee's help and guidance we could help Chelsea and - I could enjoy two fabulous girlfriends. I didn't think Chelsea would reject me if she had requested this change in me. I sat on that bench for some time with a million thoughts. I walked around for several hours, stopping at coffee houses and trying to understand what I was getting into. I had nobody with whom I could discuss this even if I wanted to. Ever since I had met Kaylee and was absorbed into her world. This was a world in which I was accepted - admittedly because of Kaylee and Chelsea - but I had not had a moment's anxiety in the company of these two vixens. They accepted me and I appreciated that. Being the envy of many males when in their company did wonders for my ego. At that time I did not for a nanosecond believe I was being used by them. For what? I called a colleague of mine that I had shared a beer with from time to time. He was cordial but was having a beer with the guys whilst watching a game. He didn't invite me to the party. That too sent a signal. I wasn't accepted by my male peers. I didn't have a sister, mother or father that I could share this with. My single mother lived 2000 miles away and would be appalled at having to hear my dilemma. As I walked back to my bedsit I made my decision. What had I to lose? I would do this and I would be in for the ride of my life. If I failed, I would be a laughing stock to Kaylee and Chelsea but nobody else would know. I doubted that I would be humiliated in any serious way. I thought I knew Kaylee better and hoped to get to know Chelsea well too. I called Kaylee. It was a ten second conversation. I heard music and voices in the background. "Great," she said. "I'll be in touch. Don't talk to anyone about this and especially not Chelsea." She then hung up. I wasn't sure where she was or what she was doing but she seemed genuinely pleased at my decision. I waited impatiently for Kaylee to call back. It didn't happen till the next night. "I'm coming over in about an hour. We can talk then." No small talk or chatter. She was in a rush. Sure enough, Kaylee knocked on the door a short while later. She was dressed in a short hot pink top. I could see her navel and the ring attached. A very short miniskirt in black and very tall heels completed her outfit. Her face was devoid of makeup with only a bright pink lipstick on. She was hot and I got a stir in my groin as she hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As before, I knew my hands would be busy later. We sat down on my sofa and I offered her some wine. She looked at me through those big blue eyes and said, "Charlie, you don't know how pleased Chelsea and I are with your decision. As I said, we need to do this slowly. I spoke to Chelsea and she is anxious but quite looking forward to this." She took another sip of wine. "I want to help," I said quietly not letting the excitement of a romp with two hot girls show through. "I know and we both appreciate it. So here is what I discussed with Chelsea. On Friday night, you will visit her as your female self and have a quiet evening talking, eating etc. I will be away visiting my folks and won't be back till Saturday or Sunday." "I have no idea..." I started to say when Kaylee interrupted. "Yes, I know you haven't done this before. But it will really be simple as Chelsea knows who you are. But we need it to be presentable." I sat in silence as she sipped her wine. "But we can't make it a joke either. I am sure I have stuff that will fit you. What are you? 5 ft. 7 and 140 lbs.?" "Close," I answered. "5ft 6 inches and 135 lbs." "That is good. I am almost the same height but a few pounds lighter. All you should do is to rid your body from eyebrows down of all hair. Your beard growth isn't too strong but shave closely anyway. What time can you get off work?" "Probably around 3 or 4," I said. "Are you sure about all of this? What if she doesn't like me in that way? She'll throw me out." "Charlie, I spoke to her. She wants this and is very grateful you are willing to go this far to help. Things will be fine as long as you don't rush in on her." I nodded. She was probably just as scared as I was. "OK, I'll meet you here around 5 pm and get you ready. It shouldn't take too long to get you dressed. I want that stuff back," Kaylee said with a smile. "You should take a bag with your male stuff to change back later before you come home. I'll drive behind you and make sure you are OK. It's only about twenty minutes from here. Have you been there before? Can't remember." Kaylee's eyes bore into m. "I do not intend to wear your stuff again," I smiled. "I've picked you up there but haven't been in. It's not far I know." It was in a nice apartment block. "Oh well, you never know. Three girls out on the prowl might be a lot of fun." I wondered at that. It was mostly Kaylee that was flirting and dancing whilst Chelsea and I quietly sipped our drinks. Soon after, she pecked me on the cheek and was gone. The next few days flew past. I wasn't sure what I had let myself in for. Chelsea was a nice person and I wanted to help, but this seemed a rather strange way to solve her problem. I purchased some Nair as Kaylee recommended and proceeded to denude my body of hair. I didn't have a lot to lose but after showering off, felt the shiny smoothness of my skin. So tomorrow, Friday, I would only have to shave my face closely. This was a commitment now and I felt I couldn't back down. I wondered what I had let myself in for. Was the prospect of a sexual romp with two girls worth it? My brain sad 'no' but my little brain below said a vehement 'yes' as it hardened at the thought. I went through the Friday in a daze: excited and scared. I wasn't sure if this was the right move. I should have talked to Chelsea but perhaps this would put her off. I left work early to be ready for Kaylee. I showered, shaved myself closely and took a glass of wine to steady my nerves. Of course Kaylee arrived twenty minutes late making my anxiety even higher. By the time she arrived, I had consumed a second glass and was on my third. Kaylee saw that and chided me. "Don't worry about this so much. Don't forget it is Chelsea who should be more nervous." She had a large gym bag and started to spread things on the bed. She held put pair pf pink panties that looked as if they belonged to a child. "Here, put this on first," she said stretching the waist to show it would fit. "I don't think it'll fit," I said. "It's too small." "Just pull your bits back between your legs. You'll see." Kaylee seemed totally at ease as I took the panties to the bathroom. "That shy, huh," she said as she saw me take the panty. I need you to remove your T-shirt too. Just come back in the panty. I took it into the bathroom, stepped out of my shorts, and tried on the panty. It was a struggle. It wasn't made easier by the fact that my little guy was growing and made a prominent bulge. Much as I tugged and pushed it back, it presented an unsightly bulge. Kaylee came in and immediately saw the problem. "This is not the time to get an erection," she said. "You'll scare the hell out of Chelsea." I looked at her unsure what to say. "I am trying to make it fit..." Kaylee came up to me and tried to pull the panty up. She got it up an inch and this was beginning to hurt. "Oh shit," Kaylee hissed and grabbed my penis. It didn't take a second as I erupted into the towel. She laughed as she had not even got her hand around it. She squeezed again and wiped the last few drops from the penis. She looked at me with a smile and said. "I hope that makes you feel better." Her smile promised more as between us we managed to get the panty up to ride low on my hips. My boy bits were crushed but I thought it a fair exchange for my eruption. She held out a bra. I put my arms through it and she adjusted the straps. She used some socks to fill them out. She had me sit down on the bed and rolled up some stay up stockings. They felt nice against my smooth legs. A hot pink short-sleeved blouse was buttoned up. The top two buttons remained open. I was asked to step into stretchy back mini skirt. She pulled some low heeled sandals and asked me to stand. I was grateful for the low heel and managed to find my balance quickly. "Almost done," Kaylee said as she took out her cosmetics bag. "Let's go into the kitchen where we have more light." I walked gingerly behind her but felt quite easy on my heels. I sat at the small table in the glare of the bright overhead light as she began to paint my face. I felt some brushes apply a foundation, shadow; darken my eyebrows and then several coats of a bright red lipstick. "Just wait there a sec," she said and went back to the bedroom. I could smell and taste the makeup. I wondered what I looked like. An over-the-top drag queen or someone more modest. Kaylee returned with what was a dark blonde wig. She brushed it thoroughly whilst I watched. She then placed in on my bed and continues to brush some strands into place. She looked at me and held my chin in her hands. "Just a few touches more and you're done," she said. I felt a small gold chain around my neck and she clipped on some earring. "She then handed me a small pink sequined purse. "Put your license and cash in here and we're ready." She took me by the hand to the larger mirror in the bedroom. An average looking girl stared back. No raving beauty but also not someone who would be ignored in a crowd. I was stunned Don't worry, Charlene," Kelly said with her arms around me. "Chelsea knows you. I should have brought some nails and nail polish, but we have no time for that now. Now put your male things in a bag with your shoes and let's go. I am going to be late." Those words did not register with me till much later. I thought she was going to her folks. I grabbed a T shirt and pants and slipped in my loafers into a bag. I was ready, not sure for what, but ready. Kaylee led me down to the car park. It was almost 7 pm now and dusk. At a distance nobody would read me. Close up it would be a tossup but as long as I didn't speak, I felt it would work. Kaylee's car was not parked far away and she followed me out. I got used to driving in the heels and kept to the speed limits. The pressure of the seat belt between my artificial breasts caused a small smile in me. It didn't take long for us to arrive at a block of apartments and I parked in a quiet spot. When I returned I would be in male mode so I had no worries. If I survived the next hour things would get better. Kaylee got out as I exited the car and pulled down my skirt. I grabbed the little bag and was ready. "Charlene, don't fret it will be fine. You're helping Chelsea. She will be grateful. As will I be. It's apartment 2 B, up one flight of stairs. See that light? That's her apartment." She kissed me on the cheek and watched me walk hesitantly toward the apartment. I didn't meet anyone as I tried to walk in a feminine manner, although I wasn't sure what that meant. I stood at the door, pulled down my blouse and knocked. II heard steps and the door opened. Chelsea stood there with a puzzled look on her face. "Yes," she asked. "Chelsea, it's me, Charlie or Charlene as Kaylee has named me. She said you were expecting me like this." I stammered and she must have seen the fear in my face. "Kaylee got you to do this?" She still seemed very surprised. I just nodded. I didn't know what had hit me. It was indeed Kaylee who put me up to this but the look on Chelsea's face said more than Kaylee ever put into words. I started to sniffle and a tear filled my eye. "Sorry," I said. "I was..." Before I could finish Chelsea grabbed my arm and pulled me into the apartment. She held my elbow and guided to her small living room. It was small but well-furnished in muted colors. By now tears were flowing. I couldn't understand what had happened. Where was the misunderstanding? I did all that Kaylee asked of me. Now I looked like a fool and my world had crashed. I opened my purse to grab a tissue but found none. Chelsea came to my rescue with a box of Kleenex. "Look Charlene, I know very well how Kaylee can be. I am going open some wine and order a pizza. Pull yourself together. I really don't mind why you are dressed like this. But, I want to know the whole story from start to finish. OK?" Chelsea stood up and went to her kitchenette as I tried to gather my thoughts. What had I let myself in for? I blew my nose and swabbed my tears. I probably looked terrible now with runny makeup. As Chelsea returned with a bottle of wine I asked if I could use the restroom. She pointed the way down the passage. "I think I should get my clothes and change." I stood up. "No, don't worry, you looked fine except I wasn't expecting anyone, never mind Charlene. You can brush up. Relax; we'll get to the bottom of this." I went to the bathroom and sat down to pass water. It seemed normal. I had to struggle to get the panties down and back up again. I looked at my tear streaked face and did a quick repair of my mascara and lipstick. I wasn't going to fool Chelsea. I looked at myself, a little relieved that Chelsea had accepted me and seemed so friendly. I needed that friend right now. I looked presentable and returned to the living room. Chelsea looked at me and handed me a glass of wine. I took a tentative sip and looked at her. "Chelsea, I ..." I was interrupted by a knock on the door, Chelsea went to the door and paid the pizza guy. I could the aroma of the pizza as she came back. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Chelsea handed out small plates and we grabbed a piece and ate in silence. I could see Chelsea bore into me but I didn't dare look her in the face. Although she had been very kind, I didn't feel comfortable in front of her in drag. But she didn't appear upset and that confused me more. We cleared up the plates and settled back down. "Now Charlie, I mean Charlene, please start slowly and tell me all from the beginning. I want the truth, OK. No hiding anything. Kaylee hung you out to dry and you don't owe her a thing. So take it slow and tell me all." I explained how Kaylee and I had met and how we got together. I then explained how happy I was to hang out with Kaylee and her and be the envy of all. Chelsea knew about our times together so I didn't need to go there. I then went on to describe Kaylee's meeting with me last weekend and how she persuaded me to dress like this so I could help Chelsea overcome her fears of male contact. I could see Chelsea listening intently to my description. I explained how Kaylee said that Chelsea wanted normal relations with a man and that as she knew me, seeing me dressed like this would ease her distress. I took another sip of wine observing Chelsea closely. She was staring intently into her glass of wine, deep in thought. It seemed she wanted to hear more so I explained how Kaylee described Chelsea's background and needed help to overcome her fears. So Kaylee came up with this idea and apparently you wanted this - me like this - as you knew me quite well and didn't regard me as a threat. So she asked me to dress like this, and provided all the outfits and accessories. She got the wig and applied my make up and followed me to this apartment. "What? Kaylee was here tonight?" Chelsea was suddenly alive. I didn't understand this reaction. "Yes, after she dressed me she followed me here to the parking lot and pointed out your apartment. She even waved as I climbed up and knocked. Chelsea looked at me intently for some long seconds. "I think I need something a little stronger," she said and fetched a bottle of brandy. She poured us both a good measure and clinked glasses, "OK," she said sitting down again next to me. "Now let me tell you what I know. Just listen, OK?" I nodded Chelsea began," what you hear from Kylee is the exact opposite of the truth. As you probably know, Kaylee and I have been more than friends. She got me into this, well, bi thing and she demands full attention. She has told me the whole story of her family and now has a great hatred for the male of the species.." "But I have seen on her knees..." I began to say. "Yes, I know. She does it to show she's normal but leaves all these guys with blue balls. She then comes to me and we have a very passionate and exciting encounter. Yes, I do enjoy it. Or did. Lately she is distracted and I think she wants to go much farther in pushing the boundaries." Chelsea paused, looked at me, took a big gulp of wine and continued. "How long have you known Kaylee?" "About 2 years now. I met her in college when I had to share her table in between lectures. I think I met you about an year after I first met her." "I must have met her about the same time," Chelsea said. "I used to work at a small cafe and she used to visit there quite often. She was always alone and we got talking. She invited me for a drink one free night and you know the rest. It's hard to resist her." "So, you thought I had this history and wanted to help me?" There was a different tone in Chelsea's voice. "That's it? You wanted to help?" Chelsea was now staring at me. "Is that it? Honestly?" "Well," I hesitated not sure how to explain my motivation." Well, she did indicate that you and she would be interested to... to..invite me into your games." I looked tearfully at her. "Charlie, sorry Charlene, you're so dumb. I feel sorry for you that Kaylee got you to follow your baser instincts. You suddenly saw a romp in the bed with two girls and thought that this dress up was a cheap price to pay. Right?" Chelsea was quite insistent. I broke into tears. I had been so dumb and had been taken for a giant ride. I had lost both Kaylee and Chelsea as friends. Chelsea moved closer to me and put her arms around me and hugged me tight. "Don't feel so bad," she said." Kaylee has that way with her and she knows how to play to men. She always goes far enough to get their cocks hard but never to give them complete satisfaction. She's quite a tigress in the bedroom and has made me do things... well, not so important now. You know she has been in therapy for some time trying to overcome this history." I shook my head 'no'. If I had, who knows what stupid things I would have gone through to help her? "Charlene, look at me," Chelsea said still hugging me tight. "It's OK. I know you wanted to help too but you were sucked into this too easily." She smiled. "You know you don't look too bad and with a little help could make a good looking girl." Chelsea smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "But, whilst I can forgive you, I have a harder time with Kaylee. She's taken us both for suckers. You have got to help me to get back at her. " In between sniffles I asked, "How?" Chelsea thought for a few minutes, took a sip of wine and said, "You know I am not so sure why she wanted you to dress up to meet me. I knew you as a male, so what was the point? Did she think I wanted a girl with something extra? I have plastic substitutes that we have used. We never discussed it. So I must assume she somehow wanted to humiliate you. You always fluttered around us, no male friends of your own, and you would run around for us. Still not sure why." "So why do you think she made you do this? I assume you didn't ask her to help you dress." "No, of course not. She made it sound like it would be helping you overcoming your fear of men and since you would see a female form but you know there was a male underneath the dress." "She obviously wasn't trying to make you look too convincing but I do admit I was surprised. You do make a reasonable girl." Chelsea took a big sip of wine and looked at me intently. "You know, Charlene, I think we need to have some fun with Kaylee. She has been calling all the shots and I am sure she is out with some boys tonight getting plastered and turning them on. She will then escape and sleep it off. Tomorrow she will call and laugh at us." "But what can we do," I asked. : I don't want to hurt her." "You softee," Chelsea said and hugged me. "Let's play up the scenario she set. See how she reacts to that. I don't want to hurt her either, but there is some fun in turning the tables on her." What do you mean?" I asked, surprised by this change in attitude. "Easy, if you agree, I am going to turn you into bombshell Charlene and hang out with you to make her jealous." Charlene broke out into a big smile which pierced through me. "I'm not sure....," I began to say. Chelsea just grabbed me and thrust her tongue into my mouth. We kissed hard for several minutes, moving positions but still with our lips glued. We finally had to break off and get some air. "That was a down payment," Chelsea said. "Play my game and I will make sure your dickie will get the ride of its life." She locked lips again and continued to thrust her tongue into my mouth. We broke off after a few minutes. My mind was a daze. I had never been kissed like that before. Wow. My mind wandered to the promise Chelsea had made. I was willing to do it for Kaylee, so it would only be fair to do this for Chelsea. Chelsea stood up and helped me up. "You sure now? No backing down." How could I refuse? I certainly didn't want to. "I'm sure," I said quietly. "Look it's almost 11 pm now. I think we have discussed enough. Now, time to act. I think it's dark enough and if you touch up your lipstick and straighten your wig, you'll be fine. So let's meet here at around 10 am, I'll have coffee ready and we'll see what kind of bombshell Charlene can become." She pointed to the bathroom. I wobbled there not because of the heels but anxious to cover my hard on. I sat down and struggled to relieve myself. It took effort but I managed. I re-applied the lipstick, borrowed Chelsea's brush and put my hair back into some semblance of order. It took twenty minutes for me to saunter back out. Chelsea was smiling, kissed me lightly on the lips and told me to get a good night's sleep. "I'll try to get everything ready, so just come in a training suit and bring the stuff you are wearing now including wig." She winked at me and closed the door. I left the now very quiet apartment slowly and found my car. My mind was racing with whether I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire. I folded Kaylee's clothes and put the wig and all the items into a plain bag. I took a hot shower and scrubbed my face clean of the makeup. I felt I made a reasonable girl and that was an exciting thought. A good night's sleep was not easy to achieve. I tossed and turned, confusing thoughts in my mind. Why had Kaylee set me up? Yes, I guess I hung around her and was quite subservient to her. On the other hand, I had never tried to even kiss her. She called the shots and I had seen how she went after other guys. The more I thought about the more confused I became. But now I was being pushed by Chelsea into something even deeper. Of the two, Chelsea had always treated me better but she had never shown any interest in me. Sleep came in erratic intervals. I woke up later than normal and rushed to get ready. I must admit my mind was blank. I was in automation mode. I gathered the stuff and headed out. I stopped at a coffee shop and had a double espresso but it did little to still my fears. But I managed to make it to Chelsea's apartment on time. "Great, come in," Chelsea welcomed me with a light kiss on the lips. She was dressed in a silken robe and moved gracefully into the kitchenette. "I got hot coffee and warmed up some croissants," she said and pulled out a chair for me. The smell of the coffee and the warming croissants made it smell like a French bakery. Chelsea poured out a coffee and put a croissant on the plate. It tasted delicious. "Well, are you still up for it?" Chelsea asked me. I looked at Chelsea. She was serious in asking the question. If I didn't want to go through with this, I guess it would be OK but I would probably not get into her bed. "Chelsea, to be honest I am not sure what is going on. I know Kaylee tried to humiliate me and I don't know why in that way. Obviously, she had something against you too. I didn't know her history until last night." I took a sip of the hot coffee. I don't mind doing it - in fact it is exciting. But I would hate to lose both of you as friends." "I think I understand. Look, Kaylee doesn't have that many friends. She hangs out with me and you the most. I am sure she was at a wild party last night and is sleeping it off. She does that. Much as I like the time we enjoy in bed, she is also someone you cannot get close to as a friend. I am really sorry she got you to do that last night, and I am upset for both of us. You can back out and I will still hang out with you. Kaylee will call and want to get together tonight as if nothing unusual happened yesterday. But I want to get back at her badly." "So what do you have in mind?" I asked, avoiding looking at Chelsea. "Look, I am not sure. But I want you dolled up so well that you will turn heads. When Kaylee sees you, I will demonstrate that I have found a new 'female' buddy. She won't recognize you, I promise. Then we'll see what happens but I will be at your side. Don't want to miss the fun." "Do you think it'll work?" I knew this was leading me to do this and it was a turn on in a strange way. "Well, I know someone who is into this. He used to come to the restaurant after his act. It was early morning and the restaurant was not busy. So we used to chat. I haven't seen him since I changed jobs." I didn't know who she was talking about. "I called him and left a message. He will call me soon I hope." So maybe I wouldn't look so bad with some help, but I wasn't sure what this all entailed. "Here's the plan. You need to be completely free of body hair. Johnnie - that is my friend we are meeting - will know what we need to do... OK?" "How much will all of this cost?" I asked. I was comfortably off but didn't want to waste a lot of money on a stupid prank. "Don't worry about that for now. Johnnie owes me some favors, and shopping shouldn't be too expensive. Johnnie may have some stuff you can borrow so we probably just need the undergarments. He's about your height and weight." "OK," I said softly. "I shaved all over Thursday and it feels smooth." "Let's see. Take off your T shirt." I took off your T Shirt. Chelsea rubbed my chest and tweaked my nipples gently. I stepped back and she laughed. "Just teasing," she said. "But you'll need another good wash with Nair. It's been two days and I can feel the stubble. Let's go." She led me to the bathroom and handed me a bottle." Rub it all over and wait till it tingles. Then have a good shower. Cover your chest and legs and wherever you can reach. Be careful of the hair down there. It's up to you though.. I'll check when you are done but before you get into the shower." She closed the door What kind of choice was that I wondered? I think she meant that the little fuzz I had down there could also be removed. I stepped out of everything and got into the tub. I gave my body a layer of the Nair and reached down to do my legs and chest. I couldn't reach the back and wasn't sure if I had any hair there. Chelsea could check. After nearly ten minutes, there was a soft knock on the door and I hastily covered my private parts. "I couldn't reach the back," I said. "Can you check?" I turned around. "There is a little hair but I can shave that. Or just a sec..." Chelsea opened the bottom cupboard and took out some clear plastic gloves. "This may be easier," she said and started to rub the Nair on my back. She even used the glove to rub that stuff over my arms. I was a little shocked when she applied it into the crack between my cheeks. "Turn," she commanded. I did still holding my hands in front of my boy parts.. Chelsea inspected my legs and moved upward t my chest. She ignored my hands. She dabbed more stuff and now I felt the tingle all over. "I think you have to decide," she said looking down at my hands. "What?" I asked. "Well, in your haste to cover up your bits, you placed your hands over the area where you have the strongest growth I suspect. So unless you want a patchwork, you'll have to remove all." Chelsea smiled. "Don't worry, I have seen boy bits before and perhaps I'll get to play with yours a lot more later...it's been a while.." she didn't finish her sentence. I let my hands fall to my side allowing her to see my growing three inches. She ignored my half-mast status and with a scissors trimmed the little hair I had. Then she applied the Nair all over covering my balls and underneath. "May as well do it all," she said with a smile. "Now wait a few minutes and shower. Don't run your hands through your head until clean otherwise I'll have to shave your head...have a close shave too" she smiled and left the bathroom. I stood under the shower for a long time before I shampooed my hair and felt the silky smoothness of my skin. I dried off and wrapped the towel around me and went to the bedroom. I could hear Chelsea talking on her cell. She finished her call and came into the bedroom. "So a change of plans. Johnnie has agreed to help. He thinks he is about your height and weight and so outer ware is fine. But he only wants to meet around 2.30 at his place. So he thinks you should get used to wearing heels. Let's see what I have. You are probably a little bigger, but it can vary with the style." The open toe sandals Kaylee had given me were not much of a problem. Higher heels would require some practice. "Why don't you just put you panties from yesterday and the blouse if you want and we can see about the shoes." I opened the bag and struggled with the panties and buttoned up the blouse. Chelsea found me some heels that may have been three or four inches high. One pair was an impossible fit. Unfortunately for me, the higher heels fit a little better. Chelsea put her arm around me and walked me around before letting go. The pain in my calf muscles started almost immediately and my toes were crushed. Chelsea noticed this. "OK, no half measures here," she said. "Change into the stuff you wore yesterday. I have to make some calls." She left me and I got into the bra, blouse and skirt. I pulled on the stockings careful not to ladder them and stepped into the sandals. Except for face and air I was ready. Chelsea came back and looked at me. "No stockings. And we have to pad your bra." She hunted around her chest of drawers and came back with a pack of cotton wool balls. She unbuttoned the blouse and stuffed them with cotton wool. They felt lighter and better than the socks I had used yesterday. She buttoned up the blouse. "Let's go to the kitchenette," she said and led the way. I sat down and she lifted my skirt and removed the stockings. "Don't need them just now." She slipped the sandals back on. She applied some moisturizer and began with a light dusting of powder. "No need to go all out right now. We just need you presentable." She applied a light dusting of shadow, darkened my eyebrows lightly and painted my lips a bright red. She took her time with that applying it thickly, She then applied a coat of gloss. Chelsea brushed out the wig and positioned it on my head. Twisting and pulling as it sat snugly over my hair. Two clip on earrings, which looked like big red buttons, in my ear and she pronounced me ready. "Where are we going?" I asked her as she grabbed a light jacket and handed me the purse. "Put your stuff in there." I only had a few things and stood up. I looked a little better and felt more confident. "Go look in the mirror if you want and then we're off. It's almost 12 now and we have to be at Johnnie's by 2.30." How could I resist? I went back to the bedroom, looked at myself and from this distance I felt good. Closer up it would be tougher, but I was committed now. Chelsea drove to a small strip mall. I felt nervous meeting people like this for the first time in broad daylight. But I couldn't back down now. I followed Chelsea who went into a small Asian owned garment store. She picked out a bra, two sets of panties and several pairs of light and dark stockings. I was glad she didn't ask for my size or hold it up against me. The lady behind the counter bantered away with her colleague in some Asian language and processed my purchases. I was surprised at how little it cost. This whole mall seemed to be crowded with small shops. There was a shop next door with shoes of every shape and size. We went in. It was quite busy with men and women. Chelsea looked through the racks and found two pairs for me to try. One was in bright red and at least three inches high. The other was a shiny black pair. She asked me to try one on. They fit quite well. I put on the second and admired my bright red feet. Chelsea helped me stand and discreetly held my elbow as I moved. It would take practice but there was no crushing toe pain. My calf muscles noticed the unusual strain. I then tried .the black pair. They were a little higher but seemed to fit. Meanwhile Chelsea found a pair of open toed wedge heels. So of course I had to try that. They were the easiest to get used to. I didnt know why we needed three pairs of shoes. I didn't complain as the price tag for all three pairs was a lot less than I expected. Curiously, I saw a young Asian male trying on a pair of high heels in a bright red. He appeared to walk very comfortably and nobody paid him any attention. His wife or girlfriend was encouraging him. Interesting, I thought Next we walked down two doors to a nail salon. We both sat down side by side and Chelsea instructed the girls. Very soon I was given a pedicure. My toenails were shaped and painted in a very bright fire engine red. Another girl worked on my fingers. Chelsea leaned toward me and whispered I should keep my legs closed. She didn't want the girls to see any unwanted bulges. The girls continued to chatter in the same language as in the garment store and I wondered if they were connected. The girl filed my fingernails down and then glued on long nails. They appeared firmly attached and I hoped could be removed before my Monday morning work routine. I looked at Chelsea who was experiencing the same. Except her toes and finger nails were in a deep azure blue. She must have noticed my unasked question. "I have the solvent for that and they come off with a little soaking." I felt relieved. It was almost time to go to Johnnie's. Apparently it was a bout a twenty minute drive. Today, Saturday, we didn't have too much traffic. Johnnie lived by the ocean in a low apartment building. His apartment was at the end of the row up a short flight of stairs. We gathered our purchases and walked up. Chelsea knocked on the door and a few moments later Johnnie opened the door. He wore a bright pink robe made of satin tightened at the waist. He had no eyebrows and his hair was a mass of tight blonde curls. Frosted pink lipstick coated his pouty mouth. He hugged Chelsea and kissed her on both cheeks. I also got hug. "Sorry, was just getting ready." "Come in," he said in a soft voice So what do we have here?" He looked at me and walked around silently. "Tea?" he asked. "I am making some anyway." He put the kettle on and went to the bathroom, I assumed. Less than five minutes later he appeared with thin, perfectly painted arched eyebrows. There was a dab of pink shadow on his lids. We sat down on a single sofa whilst Johnnie drew up a bar stool. I noticed he wore bright pink heeled sandals very much in keeping with his robe. He poured us tea in mugs and sat on the barstool. I thought I saw pink knickers as he gathered the folds of the robe. "So, my dear, what is this about and why do you need this young 'lady' glammed up?" Chelsea explained that Kaylee was a close friend of our and we were going to meet tonight. She had made some strange remarks to Charlie. I mean Charlene here and we thought we would show her Charlene in a new light. Not sure where we will meet but she will call soon I am sure. So Charlene has to look a gorgeous doll. Possible?" "Stand up please," Johnnie asked me. I did and then he wanted me to turn and walk a few steps. "Lucky she's about my size but hope she can walk in heels. "We bought some in the mall," Chelsea said and took out the three pairs. "Sweet," Johnnie said. "I think Charlene can be a doll tonight but I need time. I have to be on duty for 7 pm so there's not a lot of time. You know, why don't you arrange to meet your friend at the club where I work? They have decent food, a good bar and small dance floor. Have you been to the X Club?" Johnnie was proud of his idea. "People from all walks of life come there for fun. Males, females, transgenders.." "No, we don't know it" Chelsea and I said in unison. "But may be a good idea." "It gets to be a 'meeting place' later but nobody will bother you. And I am there too," Johnnie said, standing up. "That sounds great," Chelsea said. "So," Johnnie started. "We girls need time to get ready. So why don't you go do somethings and come back here for about 6 or 6.30. Or, if you want, I can bring Charlene to the club and you can meet her there." "Where exactly is the club?" Chelsea asked. Johnnie explained the location and the best place to park. There were no valets. "Johnnie, I will call you later after I talk to our friend. So Charlene is ready by 6?" "She'll be ready. I also need to be ready," Johnnie said. "You've never seen Debbie Delight, have you?" :No," we both said. "Well, you get to meet the delicious Debbie tonight. She's one sexy babe." Johnnie's limp wrist and hands on hips showed his Debbie look. "You go now. But you'll have to dress very sexy to match Charlene here. And if you need some help with make up, I know some tricks. We have work to do." Chelsea smiled and left. "Do your best to co-operate," she said as she hugged me. "I am now very much looking forward to meet Charlene." As the door closed, Johnnie grabbed me. "No time to lose," he said leading me by the hand into his bedroom. The bed was unmade and he spread the covers without straightening anything up. "Strip," he said. His voice suggested I do not protest. So I shrugged off my clothes and just stood there in my panties. He felt my chest and closely inspected all aspects of my body for unwanted hair. "Good job with the Nair," he said. "Lie down across the bed." I did so but wasn't sure what this had to do with being transformed. I stretched out across the bed. I saw Johnnie at my head leaning over me. He did have his robe on but his crotch was close to my face and I tried to pull away. "Stay still." It was an order and I obeyed. I felt something cold and heavy move around my chest. His robe was in my face and I couldn't see what he was doing. I felt two weights pushed onto my chest. Johnnie grabbed my hands and asked to keep pressing firmly. I did of course. His fingers seemed to trace around the edges and I realized he had glued some breasts to my chest. I sure hoped they could come off before Monday work. Satisfied, he asked me to sit up. I immediately felt the weight on my chest. "Keep holding them for support," Johnnie said. "I know they take a little getting used to. You have my old C forms. Debbie has moved into DD forms and they get a lot of attention." I could imagine his slim frame carrying a DD rack. "How do I get these off?" I asked timidly. They were warming to my body and felt good but I had work on Monday. "You may not want to," Johnnie said with a smile. "You look pretty cute with those cups. I'll give you a solvent. You have to take them off every week to allow you skin to breathe." He laughed. A week? I would be glad to have them removed tonight or tomorrow. "Stand up now." I stood up still holding the breasts in my hands. I watched the bright red nails and felt quite feminine caressing my own breasts. They did look pretty big though. Johnnie wrapped something around my waist and pulled the chords a little tight. It was a corset and I felt the breasts sit comfortably in the demi cups. The strain on my chest was immediately lifted. I felt some tugging and positioning and felt a giant constriction of my belly. Johnnie pulled and tugged and I had trouble standing still. Finally he knotted them at my back. I wasn't sure how I would reach the strands to get out of the corset. I felt him tucking the strands into the back. I could see the curve of my body taking place. "We'll have to tighten it later but sit down on the bed. Stockings are next." Of course I did as ordered. Johnnie ignored the stockings we had purchased and grabbed a package and unpacked a shiny patterned set of stockings. He knelt by the bed and pulled down the pink panties. My little guy was stirring and rising and I think Johnnie was smiling. He then carefully rolled the stockings up my legs, stroking my smooth legs a little more than needed, I thought. There was nothing to say. He asked me to stand and then smoothed up the stockings and attached them to the tabs hanging from the corset. I must admit that I was beginning to like this as evidenced by the growing bulge at my crotch. "Stay seated for a moment," Johnnie said and went to the bag with the shoes. He picked the red pair with 4" heels. They were beautiful with a shiny sequin like surface and pointed toe. "These types of shoes won't allow those fabulous toenails to show but it is the price for nighttime fun. I have the perfect outfit to match this." He placed the shoes on my feet and made sure the stockings were smooth against my legs. "Well, we're almost done with the undergarments and shoes but there's a little problem," Johnnie looked up at me with those blue eyes. His painted brows looked extremely sexy. "What?" I asked. "Everything looks and feels good." "Yes, of course. But young ladies typically don't have bulges down here," He grabbed my cock and stroked it gently. I still looked down at him wondering what I should do. Before I had time to think about it my cock was in his mouth and I could feel his lips touch my now heirless crotch. My cock wasn't big but it seemed to glide into his mouth. It didn't take long before I erupted into his mouth. He sucked me a few more seconds and his tongue lick out the last drops from my slit. I had never experienced this before. My high school girlfriend had licked me there once but that was a long time ago and she hadn't had it fully in her mouth before I came all over her chin and blouse. Perhaps that is why she dumped me. "That was quite tasty," Johnnie said looking up at me. "Were you saving it up for me?" I just looked at him unable to speak. This person that looked like a girl but I knew wasn't, had just given me an incredible blowjob. What was I supposed to think? "Got to move on, it's getting late and we still have a lot to do. Johnnie gave me a small piece of material. I think they call this a thong. "Go do your personal stuff as it will be difficult afterwards. Pull the thong up tight and pull your thing between your legs." He smiled. "You know I could make a song out of that line." Johnnie stood up and helped me stand. He walked me gently to the bathroom and left me to do my thing. I expelled my bladder and thought I could last a while without needing to use the facilities. I tried to get into the thong but had to hold on to the cabinet to pull the thing up. I was steady in the heels whilst standing. But felt unsure of pulling them up tight to give me the smooth front. I managed but I knew it sat low. I needed help. I held on to the door and then stood in the doorway and called for Johnnie. He turned me around and yanked up my thong. The thin strap between my legs crushed my boy parts. I was glad that Johnnie had taken care of me as getting an erection now was next to impossible. We moved to the bedroom and even though it was only a few steps away, I felt my confidence growing. "OK, this is tricky but very necessary." Johnnie held out another corset like garment and asked me to step into it. He carefully drew it up my stockinged legs and pulled it up to my waist, over the bottom edge of the corset. Going behind me I found his hands insert something into the back pocket of the panty girdle. "These pads will give you a fantastic butt. You'll need to put a nice wiggle there to get the boys all excited." I wasn't sure I wanted boys excited. The purpose of the laborious getup was to impress Kaylee and make her jealous. I didn't want to attract boys. "Don't worry, you'll be wiggling before I am done with you." Johnnie turned me around and inspected me. He took a stick of makeup and blended it against the edges of the visible breast forms. Within minutes you couldn't tell that these were made of silicone unless you felt them bare. Through a garment, they would feel natural. Even if they did warm up, the exposed areas would be a little cooler than my body. But I didn't expect to be touched or felt until Chelsea and Kaylee attacked me later. At least I hoped they did. Johnnie checked my corset and tightened it even more. I was just getting used to the constriction. Johnnie had a red dress, also in a shiny sequin pattern that he drew over my head and smoothed over my now shapely body. The stretch material hugged my curve and gave me a very voluptuous figure. The dress ended just a few inches below my garter tabs. I would have to be careful when seated. I was impressed with myself. Johnnie also looked extremely pleased. "Sit. I need to paint your face." He went to work deftly. A heavy stick of white paper glue was rubbed across my eyebrows in every direction and brushed flat. Layers of powder covered that. Then another flesh colored stick was applied all across my face: from hairline down to my breasts. He used a damp sponge to smoothen this out and then dusted many layers of powder on me. My back was to the mirror so I saw nothing. I could feel a brush apply thick layers of shadow which blended in with his fingers. I thin brush lined my upper and lower lids. I think it was applied heavier on the upper lid. Then two very large spidery lashes were glued into place. They were heavy and I was desperate to see how I looked. Smaller and lighter lashes were glued to the bottom. Eyebrows were painted in a thin line with a high arch. I could see Johnnie's painted brows and wondered if I would also look like that. Some blusher was applied and he asked me to draw in my cheeks whilst he blended in the blusher. A sharp pencil outlined my lips and then many coats of a fire red lipstick were applied with a brush I was asked to blot on a tissue an then several more layers were applied. Finally, several layers of a clear gloss sealed my lips. "That color is kiss proof, and even BJ proof," he said confidently. "But I will give you a matching purse with makeup in case you have need to reapply." Johnnie was smiling, well pleased with his handiwork. I had no plans for a BJ except perhaps to receive another from Chelsea or Kaylee or both. "Don't look. Just a few more things." He went to his cupboard and from the several wigs on stands, chose a bright blonde wig. He put a wig cap on me, using a clear tape across my head to keep the cap flat. Then starting from my forehead, he pulled the wig back. He brushed, tucked, stretched and finally satisfied, pinned the wig to the cap in several places. Once done, he shielded my eyes and applied a can of hairspray to keep all in place. From a box on the dresser, Johnnie brought out two large red hoops which he clipped to my ears. A matching strand of small red beads were clasped around my neck. "Damn, you look so good," he said proud of it. "You can look." Johnnie helped me up and with his arm around my waist helped me up. I turned to look at the mirror. The most gorgeous creature I could imagine stood before me. It took me a moment to realize that the image was of myself. I was amazed. "It's amazing, Johnnie," I said hugging him. I do look like a real girl." "Of course you're a girl, until someone gets those pads off you and by then they won't care. I promise." He kissed me lightly on the lips which surprised and shocked me. It was two ladies enjoying a small kiss. I didn't mid. I think I even enjoyed it. "Now, my turn to get ready," he said. "Why don't you grab this purse and put your personal stuff. I'll add the makeup. But time for Debbie to appear. Practice walking on those heels. They are the only giveaway. Wiggle that butt." Johnnie disappeared into the bathroom and I began to practice walking. The shoes we not that tight and I practiced swinging my hips. It felt good but I could feel the big tush. I went back into the bedroom and Johnnie appeared just a towel around his waist. "It's fantastic what you have done. My mother wouldn't recognize me," I said. "Can I watch you change?" I asked shyly. I can see me in the finished product but I couldn't experience the full transformation." "Sure," Johnnie said. "We're all girls here, right?" I saw him apply the glue to his enormous breast forms. With practiced hands he placed them and held them in place. The concealer was applied around the edges and it was hard to tell that these were of the silicone variety. He used a similar corset to mine and then pulled them even tighter. His waist appeared smaller than mine. He pulled up his stockings smoothly and attached them easily. I saw his cock which appeared to be growing. It was definitely bigger than mine. I was staring at it as I had never been so close to an erect male cock before. Even in school, we had managed to hide our parts from the other boys. Johnnie saw me staring at him and looked at me intently. "Like what you see?" he asked softly. I sat in stunned silence blushing through all my makeup that I had been caught. It didn't take Johnnie much time to take advantage of the situation. He padded over tome waving his cock at me. My mind was a blank. Did he expect me to blow him? He was at my face now. He used his now fully erect cock to paint my lips, using it like a lipstick. They were just a little open as I sat mesmerized. "Let's see how kiss proof that lipstick really is," he said and gently forced his cock into my mouth. He was gentle but managed to get it in halfway. He began thrusting harder and my hands went around his behind and tried to pull him deeper into me. It took him a little longer but I could feel his veins bulge as they spurted into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as best I could, slowly releasing him from my firm grasp. "You didn't miss a drop Charlene. Well done. I had several sessions well into the early morning so there wasn't much to spill over and ruin the dress. You should write to this lipstick company and complement them on just how kiss proof the color is." He kissed me gently on my lips and rushed back to get his thong on and the long corset. His was already well padded and matched the protrusion of his massive breasts in front, His figure was exaggerated but I knew he would look great. I looked in the mirror and my lips glistened. I wasn't sure if it was the gloss or the cum. Shiny stockings were pulled up and attached. It took Johnnie's practiced touch to get his face on in less than twenty minutes. I marveled at that. If anything, his eyelashes were even longer and heavier with mascara. His lips were a bright orange and I did notice that he applied many after careful drawing of his outer lips. The thin and highly arched brows gave him an extremely sexy look. A low cut orange sequined dress with thin spaghetti straps graced his buxom body exposing enough to leave little to the imagination. It was a long dress to his heels but had a slit on the side that reached his stocking tops. The bright matching orange heels were higher than mine and at least five inches. He walked in them as if born in them. A large tightly curled blonde-orange wig adorned his head. Matching earrings in his pierced ears, a necklace of bright large orange beads and Debbie was ready. It was 6.20 now and we hadn't heard from Chelsea. Even as we looked at each other, well pleased with our appearance and the events of the afternoon, the doorbell rang. We both went to the small living area and Debbie opened the door. There stood Chelsea with a magnificent short blue sequin dress. She wore the tall blue heels and she looked at me with a bright stare and open mouth. Disbelief was written on her face. "Charlene?" she sked in a whisper and rushed to hug me. "Gorgeous, just gorgeous I did not recognize you." She touched my breasts in wonderment. "Implants?" she asked in a whisper. I hugged her back, pressing my breasts to hers, glad she was impressed. "No, just forms. I mean Debbie's talents." "Chelsea, you like?" Debbie asked looking for praise and comment. "Oh yes I do like my new girlfriend." She hugged us both. "We're meeting Kaylee at 8.30 at the club. She gave all kinds of reasons and excuses. She won't know what hit her." I could see Chelsea was excited. Kaylee would never recognize the Charlene she had created yesterday. Was that really only twenty-four hours ago? "Hmm," Debbie said, "Chelsea, you seem a little underdone for the occasion. Come." Debbie held Chelsea's hands and walked her to the bedroom. I followed of course not to miss anything. I stood in the doorway in my heels and leant against the doorframe for support and watched an artist as work. Chelsea sat on the very same chair I had been in an hour ago. "Now, as I told your friend here, we're all girls here, right. So be patient if I touch parts you might object to at first." Johnnie had Chelsea stand; put his orange tipped fingers into her bra and did some poking. Chelsea made a face but said nothing. A few moments later, with the help of some small pads, it appeared that Chelsea's bust had grown matching mine in size and exposing a lot more surface. "Sit," he said. A few pots of paint later, Chelsea had deeper blue shadows with sparkles of glitter and also sported some massive lashes. Then to our surprise, Johnnie produced a small pad and wiped off Chelsea's dark red lipstick. He found a small jar and began to paint Chelsea's mouth a