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Just Another 3 Ring Circus By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 5 "Mr. Schwartz?" Sebe was startled as he stepped into the limo. "What a pleasant surprise, sir?" "Well, I hope so Tatiana?" replied Mr. Schwartz with a big grin on his face, taking his hand and helping him in. "But the pleasure is all mine of course." "Oh please sir," Sebe mumbled, as instantly Mr. Schwartz pressed his lips down on his wrist and then hugged him. "How nice of you to say, but certainly it's nice to see you again as well. I've been training hard and can't wait to begin soon, sir." "I've heard and been extremely impressed with your progress, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz. "Looks like you've adapted well to everything we've thrown at you. I couldn't be more thrilled." "Wow, that means a lot to me, sir," said Sebe, feeling so confident. "I'm humbled sir, and you can count on me to deliver once the show kicks off. I intend to make sure everyone enjoys a wonderful show and leaves with nothing but smiles on their faces." "I'm sure you will, as you certainly invoke more than just a smile every time I see you and you'll be happy to know that dropping by this evening, my intention is to always make sure there's just as much pleasure coming your way as well, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz. "And as beautiful as you look tonight, I'd say you deserve some pleasure. Wouldn't you after how hard you've worked?" "I appreciate that, sir?" said Sebe, taking the drink from Mr. Schwartz and downing it. "Good, because we've got a few hours to celebrate then," said Mr. Schwartz, downing his. "I could really use a little break actually, sir," said Sebe, clanging his glass and then downing another drink. "See that's perfect, and I'm sure you could use a little break from the rigors that Miss Tatiana has to endure daily. It's a lot for any woman," said Mr. Schwartz, reaching over and giving him a little neck massage. "Very tight and tense." "Ohhhh! That does feel nice," Sebe sighed as his eyes rolled back, as it actually did feel good. "It has been kind of grueling." "I bet, and since you've been working for the show all these years and never got to experience college like most girls, then tonight let's make up for some lost time." Mr. Schwartz grinned as he massaged harder. "Because who wouldn't party looking like the sultry little co-ed you look like tonight!" "Party? Really?" said Sebe, kind of excited, taking another shot yet knowing she shouldn't. "I can't. I'm on a strict diet, and my parents are in the hospital." "Then you won't have to worry about checking in or getting in any trouble coming home late like after our first date," said Mr. Schwartz, pushing his wrist as they downed their next shot. "Tonight just relax and don't worry about being Tatiana. In fact, I'm giving her the night off." "Really?" said Sebe, as he was handed another shot. "Exactly! Think of yourself as someone else. Someone lose and free," said Mr. Schwartz, pushing his wrist as they downed another. "Tonight, I'll be out with this hot blonde, Candy and I've heard Candy is a wild one. Now drink up while the night is young, Candy." "Candy," said Sebe, already feeling pretty buzzed, not used to much drinking. "Ok then." All this caught Sebe off guard as Mr. Schwartz stopped and handed him another shot. Together they downed a few more shots and then shared a few laughs, drinking and partying as the limo drove until they got to a restaurant. He was half lit as they walked in arm and arm, as it was just such a relief to not be on duty as Tatiana. It was fun for him to be incognito as just another blonde out for some fun, as no one seemed to pay them any mind as they sat at the bar, growing ever more smashed. He heard a few comments about the young chick with the old dude as Mr. Schwartz walked with his arm around him, Sebe pretty much supporting him from the bar to their corner booth as he could barely stand now. Sharing a couple more drinks were all he could remember, and the next thing he knew he was being awoken. "Ohhh," Mumbled Sebe as the sunlight was shining into his face. "What the fuck?" "Good morning, sunshine," said Frankie, pulling open the drapes. "Holy shit, my head hurts. Close that," cried Sebe, confused. "Where the hell are we?" "Mr. Schwartz's suite at the Bellagio, silly?" said Frankie, pulling off the covers. "Well weren't you the little mischievous devil last night?" "Oh shit!" Sebe realized he was in only his bra, skirt and boots but no top or underwear. "I couldn't have!" "Well obviously I'm not so sure you didn't? But whatever you might have done, you did real well from what I can see," Frankie said with a chuckle, pointing over to the enormous vase of flowers and picking up Sebe's panties from the floor, spinning them on his finger. "No!" Sebe jumped up and reached between his legs as he felt a sharp pain at his backside. "Don't worry, I brought you clean clothes and I had them push back your appointment a little. Just stay calm, honey," said Frankie, coming over and pulling his hand away and trying to comfort him. "When I heard that you were a wild one last night, I figured we'd need the extra time." "I'm not really wild!" replied Sebe, looking down at the dangling skull from his belly button. "It's just the public personality they've been making for me to sell tickets. Shit, this is real!" "Well you were due for that anyway, but we avoided it at first, as it would have limited us cinching you during training. But not wild? Sit down please, honey," said Frankie, trying to keep Sebe calm as he sat, unzipping his boots and pulling them off. "Just so you know, that's not what Jay told me you said last night when you had him meet you at the tattoo parlor at 2 am. He said you were basically out of control, demanding almost everything you saw and the only way the boss limited you was to take you back here, as you were begging him to bend you over right in the place." "That can't be!" Sebe felt something strange in his mouth. "It must have been the alcohol." "Whatever you say, Tatiana? I'm just a stylist," Frankie handed him a shower cap as he had his fingers in his mouth. "Go take a shower and I'll help dress you." Tears flowed down Sebe's cheeks when he got into the bathroom, seeing the little steel ball that now sat pierced through his tongue, and it's matching little silver ball Marilyn piercing that now embellished the left side of his upper lip. If three new piercings weren't bad enough, they soon seemed mild as he realized the soreness on his lower back wasn't caused just from drunken anal intimacy, stunned by the redness sounding his new ink. Its tenderness revolted him, as urges of sickness and a bad hangover triggered involuntary nausea as he turned, suddenly heaving the contents of his stomach violently into the sink. After a minute or two, he regained his composure, gargling and then stepping back staring at himself. His right bicep was now encircled with a thin barb wire, and behind his left shoulder sat a small growling tiger head. Those were at least unisex semi-tough type tattoos he could deal with he thought, but he now donned an unmistakable slutty tramp stamp above his butt cheeks. The word "Tigeress" in a fancy Edwardian script now swept across his lower back, framed stylishly by swirling vines with tiger colored rose petals now on both sides. Just patting it with his finger sent sensations of excruciating pain through his body as he stripped down, overcome with emotion, attempting to clean himself. Flashes of an evening of being pierced, prodded and inked was starting to come back to him as he splashed some water on his face, and his stomach felt better. The memories became more vivid in his mind as the the water awakened him even further once he stepped in the shower, and he leaned forward against the glass, just working on composing himself. He stayed under the water a good twenty minutes, enjoying the water pressure on the non-sensitive areas of his skin, and then came out with renewed vigor as he walked inside. He was all business, allowing Frankie to get him ready and then made some demands with some attitude once his makeup was done. "So before the hospital bullshit, I need to go see Mr. Schwartz," said Sebe as he clipped on his bra and adjusted his falsies. "Make sure the driver takes me there first and arrange it please." "I wasn't told anything about that, Tatiana," said Frankie as Sebe stepped into his panties. "And I'm sure he's busy at meetings and stuff." "He'll make time for me, Frankie," said Sebe, giving him a look as he stepped into his skirt and then into some thigh high stockings. "Put your hands up and just get dressed, dear," said Frankie, pulling a short crop top over his head. "Is this cute or what on you?" "Frankie?" Sebe repeated as he knelt, zipping little ankle boots over his feet. "Can you please just call for me?" "I'm a stylist, not your secretary, honey," replied Frankie, rolling his eyes, pulling a wig over his head. "Now I've already pushed back doctors due to your little drunken stupor so please let's just do what we have to do and I'm pretty positive he'll be coming to check on you later." "Not fucking good enough, Frankie," said Sebe, grabbing his purse. "I'll just take a cab." "That won't be necessary, Tatiana," said Mr. Schwartz, opening a door from the other side of the suite and coming in. "Well didn't we seem to find our inner diva already?" "You've been here the whole time?" asked Sebe, annoyed, with his hands on his hips. "Yes, I have a private office on the other side of the suite, and was actually just about to leave for a meeting when I heard your little rant," said Mr. Schwartz. "My rant!" yelled Sebe. "Do you not think I have a right to be worked up about after what I woke up to today!"? "You mean that you woke up looking even more astonishing today? And even more exquisite than you already did!" said Mr. Schwartz. "And these little tweaks were only suggestions by our team. You were the one that demanded them last night. You were the one that even embellished them. Not any of us?" "I couldn't have!" said Sebe, shaking as he glanced over at his reflection. "Darling if I didn't stop you, you'd be on your way to a tattoo sleeve and a neck tattoo," said Mr. Schwartz. "Now I stopped you because I'd thought you'd be going too far, as remember we're a family show. What you inked and pierced I believe is quite enough, Tatiana so I may have shared a few cocktails with you, but these selections, while I approve, were picked by you love." In a way Mr. Schwartz was correct, that individually they were just little tweaks, but Sebe took in the entire picture and it was so hard not to view how far he had come in just a few weeks. Rhinestone letters spelled out "Bebe" in his soft pink crop top t-shirt, making his fake boobs appear very firmly in place, and the dangling piercing from his naval only seemed to make his frame appear even thinner. The grey plaid skirt with a hint of pink and white lines, had just enough tussle to hide his untucked member, plus arm and shoulder ink, but the top/skirt combo did nothing to hide his lower back tattoo. Below the short skirt, charcoal knee high tights were fronted with small pink bows, and on his feet black rear zipped ankle boots with three inch heels completed the young glam look. Some tired silver earrings and big bracelets decoratively accessorized his outfit but did nothing to distract from his new piercings, as it was hard for him not to stare at them. He was used to having his face done at times with more natural pinks and big lashes, but his lips were the highlight of his face, in a creamy glossed salmon. A different wig again gave a whole new perspective from being a blonde, as he now donned a jet black page boy bob. Sharp bangs and a blunt cut at the jawline gave him a chic short look that appeared so different from Tatiana's fiery red mane, yet he knew it was hidden underneath. Most of the fire though was still in his belly, as he couldn't shake the fact that the tramp stamp would remain for his lifetime. "Tigress!" grumped Sebe. "I couldn't have wanted that." "Why wouldn't you have?" said Mr. Schwartz, circling him. "You are Tatiana, the Tiger Tempress, so I like that as a nickname. And a few tweaks have only made you may be a bit more exotic but certainly more enticing." "You drugged me and seduced me!" Sebe protested, struggling to calm down, unable to see anything but a sexy woman anyway that he stared at himself. "I was never the wild type." "Give us a minute Frankie," said Mr. Schwartz, looking over at Frankie. "Of course. I'll be in the car, Tatiana," said Frankie leaving. "We drank and did some recreational substances together. Yes but you did all that voluntarily, honey," said Mr. Schwartz, as he approached him and touched his face. "But beyond your piercing's and ink,nothing happened. I undressed you and put you to bed. I care too much for you for us it to be like that. You're too special a woman to me." "So we didn't?" said Sebe, relieved, stepping back. "I mean you didn't... you know back there?" "No. Nothing happened," said Mr. Schwartz. "But the seduction part is quite the opposite. You see it's you that's seduced me, Tatiana. Those eyes! Those lips! That sultry innocence and just your essence is undeniable. Understand, I never like to mix business and pleasure, but somehow with you the lines have been blurred. I admit I've never been with a transitioning woman before, but with you regardless of the wig or hairdo it's like all we are doing is perfecting the Mona Lisa with each little tweak. With you I'm infatuated." "That's crazy!" Gulped Sebe. "You're a successful millionaire and a month ago I was just a boy with a..." "Don't do that to yourself, Tatiana or even say those things," replied Mr. Schwartz, interrupting and pulling him in tightly. "You're just a unique young woman and most only dream about being half the woman you are." "But, infatuated?" "Feel that," said Mr. Schawartz, taking Sebe's hand and pressing it against his hard on. "I'm double your age and I've needed a Viagra with every woman I've been with for a decade until I met you. If this isn't infatuation, than my mind or body no longer knows what is!" Everything he had ever known was spinning out of control as he couldn't prevent himself from squeezing it through Mr. Schwartz's trousers. What he had done the first time for his family and then more so what he thought occurred during his intoxicated state were no longer relevant, as he gave a few strong strokes and then cautiously lifted his knee rather persuasively into Mr. Schwartz's crotch. He couldn't stop from rubbing back and forth with his knee cap, forcing him to gasp from the agonizing pleasure and the next thing he knew their tongues were down each other's throats. When they broke the kiss, he was mesmerized, looking right into Mr. Schwartz's eyes for a moment, and just allowed himself to be spun around, facing away the moment Mr. Schwartz nibbled his neck. He felt a desire like never before now, feeling his erection on the back of his skirt and then it being lifted, with Mr. Schwartz's hands underneath it. His cold fingertips and Sebe's panties sliding from his hips triggered some instinct he never knew existed inside him as relished them sliding down his legs and kicked them anxiously from his ankles the moment they hit the floor. "I'm so confused." Sebe leaned back and softly kissed Mr. Schwartz. "Mmmmmm... but don't stop please. I need to know." When he spun his head back around, Sebe turned, reaching down his hands, undoing his belt buckle and pulled down his zipper. He knelt now and closed his eyes, giving one good yank as his pants and underwear reached the floor. He tried not to look, engulfing him a few times as Mr. Schwartz moaned and groaned, loving the piercing slide across his veiny member before Sebe stood back up. It took a moment for them to both stop panting and then he turned, embracing Mr. Schwartz with tears down his face as they again kissed tenderly. It was all so hard to accept as he ran into the bathroom and cleaned up as best he could. When he came out, he was almost overcome with emotion as they walked out holding hands into the elevator. He had experienced what it was like to have his innocence taken. He felt so fulfilled that Tatiana was so coveted yet it made no sense to him, feeling still like Sebe in character, yet regardless it was invigorating to be a sensual young woman. "We'll talk more later, ok!" said Mr. Schwartz, giving him a soft kiss as the elevator opened. "If it's too much, I'll tell them to just do the physical and we'll skip it for today. These lips are pretty amazing anyway." "No, I went this far, and now I'm kind of looking forward to plumping these suckers up now," Sebe was never more relaxed as he re-glossed his lips and air kissed him. "If it was just my boss asking, I'd say forget it but on the other hand I'm going with whatever my lover thinks is best." "I'll remember that." Mr. Schwartz gave him one last kiss. "Damn right you will," Sebe replied as he almost couldn't believe he had said that himself as he pinched Mr. Schwartz's ass and then wiggled his as he walked from the elevator and out the door to the limo. He had never had anyone so smitten with him before and confused as he was about what was right and wrong, he really liked it. Even without Mr. Schwartz around, it was fun acting like these other girls, as he no longer worried too much about playing the part of Tatiana or any girl for that matter. When he got to the hospital, running on a treadmill and taking tests were no big deal as he followed every instruction. He passed test after test with flying colors, thinking about nothing but how crazy his life had become, and feeling such unbridled urges. The next few things though were not what he expected, as the first injection made him awfully drowsy and then they were spouting out many instructions to him. "So in summary, we'll go as plump as I can and as full as I can make them, Tatiana," said the doctor, signing some forms. "It appears that's your boss's wishes as well, and you're a lucky girl they've instructed me to spare no expense for you. I just need to confirm you agree and please sign here to give your consent. From what I hear, you'll be starting full rehearsals shortly, so I do agree it's better to get it all out of the way now just as your parents did, so you can have enough recovery time to focus on the act." "Yes, we're all looking forward to that doctor, and they are treating me so well," said Sebe as he signed off on all the sheets that they presented, really struggling to keep his eyes open now as he sat back, slightly elevated. "I guess I am a lucky girl." "Yes, with each day, more and more Tatiana," said the doctor, increasing the IV. He was barely functional as they worked on his lips as a series of injections pinched through the membrane. As the collagen went in, his eyes grew heavier and then finally he was out like a light. He felt like Rocky Balboa after a fight, achy and sore when finally he was awake as he found himself in a room surrounded by flowers. The arrangements were astounding, as he looked up seeing Frankie touch at his cheeks with some blush and then softly fix the pillows behind his head. "How do you feel, Tatiana?" said a voice from the other side. "Oh Mr. Schwartz," said Sebe, turning his face. "Hi. You sent all these flowers?" "Oh me and my partners, and well mostly me," said Mr. Schwartz, as Frankie just tugged a little at his hair. "You've been out for a bit, and I wanted you to feel special when you woke up." "There, beautiful like you Tatiana," said Frankie, leaning down and kissing his cheek. "I'll let the nurse know she's awake and be back in five." "Thanks," said Sebe, reaching up and touching his swollen mouth. "Well it does feel like more than I expected, but it's done right?" "Yes, and it's specular, honey," said Mr. Schwartz. "And I want you to call me Seth when we're alone, ok. You know when there's no business involved and it's just us." "Ok, Seth," replied Sebe with a grin. "How long until I get out of here and get out this iv." "Patience, gorgeous!" said Mr. Schwartz, leaning down planting a soft kiss. "If all works out between us, maybe someday you'll be here for a little more than just some cosmetic stuff. But all that in time, if it's even what you want. I know all this is a lot on a girl like you." "Whoa, easy Seth!" Sebe was not expecting that thought. "How about we just focus on the show and that's a little too much to think about right now, ok?" "Of course. Sorry, you're just so beautiful and I've looked forward to unveiling this for you. We started plastering these things everywhere this week. Hotels, busses and in a few publications," said Mr. Schwartz, unraveling a poster. "Here, get a look at the promo posters and how amazing you came out. This first one is already on a dozen billboards." Mr. Schwartz unraveled the first poster of Tatiana in her black trainer corset outfit, commanding her tiger with a whip, in thigh high boots and a mane of red curls. She was front and center with her family in small shots in the background, as she dominated the poster. The next two posters were no different, as one was sexier than the next as Tatiana was a sight no men would walk by without a second look, as every promotion showed her as the sexy Tigress headlining the show. "Wow, I barely can believe how amazing they look, but won't they be a little disappointed when they see how much you photoshopped them?" asked Sebe with a laugh. "Frankie is good, but maybe not that good." "Well, no one is that good except Dr. Weinstein," said Mr. Schwartz, pulling down the covers. "I think your selection will match up pretty well size-wise with what they did in editing." "Huuuuhhhh!" sighed Sebe, stunned at the bumps in his hospital gown, instantly remembering what the doctor said, and realizing he may have misunderstood. "They're fabulous," said Mr. Schwartz. "It's more stretching than the normal girl, but since you agreed to go full and I think you were smart to get it over with at once. It's wonderful that you already trusted my judgement and we really seem to think alike." "Holy shit!" yelled Sebe, as quickly Mr. Schwartz covered his mouth to keep him calm. "I...I...!" "Relax my love. I know they're probably bigger than you thought, but they're still swollen so Dr. Weinstein says they'll shrink a little," said Mr. Schwartz, squeezing his hand tenderly. "You've been out three days already, so the worst is over. Between the pain killers and your daily regiment, it'll only be minor discomfort when we begin rehearsal tomorrow and we'll start slow until the drains are out next week. Now stay calm, because they'll be back to unhook the iv and then we'll go have some dinner. You must be starving, and dying to see how they really look on you. ....Shit!.... See you in a bit as I have to take this call." This was his most stunning moment yet during his time as Tatiana, as Mr. Schwartz took a call and walked from the room. Sebe couldn't contain the tears as he peeked under his hospital gown and stared at the mounds covered in bandages. He cried inconsolably now as never could he have imagined all that had already happened. He was astounded that pledging he'd give his all to the role for his family had now completely overwhelmed him emotionally, as he found himself enhanced, inked, pierced and in some sort of bizarre relationship. He was trying to calm himself as the nurse came in and undid the iv. He could say nothing as she read him the instructions for cleaning and care as the shock was too much. When Frankie came, the nurse stayed to help as they sat him up and untied his hospital gown. Just unwrapping the bandages sent him almost into a panic attack as he shook while they criss crossed a simple white medical bra under his new boobs to support him, and snapped it in the back. Frankie dropped some slippers on the floor before helping him step out of bed and then held out simple white cotton panties as suddenly he was to his feet. "Remember not of lift your arms above your shoulders for a while, Tatiana," said the nurse as they had him step into a soft flowing white dress and Frankie slowly slid it up his body. "And good luck to you dear. They look perfect on you, honey." As the nurse left the room, Frankie zipped up the dress in back and straightened the dress. He looked down as Frankie slid on his wig, not believing these balloons were now his as Frankie lifted his chin and fixed the mess he had made from his tears. When he finished, he spritzed him with perfume and then brushed through the hair. It was impossible not to continually peek down at the massive cleavage he now displayed in his low cut dress, and then suddenly he realized they were on the move as Frankie guided him from the room. It all happened so fast, as with a few quick turns he was out the back door and being placed in the back of a town car. "Enjoy dinner and give me your slippers, I'll be there to help you later," said Frankie, handing him a bag and pulling off his slippers before closing the door, waving goodbye. "Your shoes are in the bag. You should have your sea legs now, and I'll be there to help you later." "Wait." Sebe tried to roll down the window as he was child locked in. "Please! I'm really not hungry!" Without warning or much fanfare, he was alone with his new boobs in a car and now feeling every little bump as they drove off. He looked down, seeing his pumps and pocketbook in the shopping back and leaned down, taking out his pumps. He could feel the strain at his arm pits just pulling his shoes from the bag, and looked down, noticing the silver toe ring on his left foot and that his toenails had been painted a more vivid red while he was out. He wiggled his toes now into the pointy toed spikey sling backs, and quickly sat back up straight the minute he pulled the straps over his heel. Fighting back more tears was hard enough without the occasional pot hole here and there as he stared out the window seeing his eerie reflection. Long straight chocolate brown hair from a middle part looked almost like his natural hair, yet there was nothing natural about how the ends had been shaped, angling towards his truly unnatural cleavage. Just as irregular were the full, now pouty lips, in a crimson red that sprung from his face as he felt the plumpness with his tongue. All he could think about was that he'd need quite a few procedures before he'd live another day as his old male self, but there wasn't another moment to ponder his bizarre predicament as the car pulled up. When the driver opened the door, he stepped to the curb,it was impossible not to notice the driver never making eye contact, instead focused solely on his breasts. In a way it broke the tension in his mind, as he had to almost laugh as he had done the same thing many times, even having a drink thrown in his face once at a bar. With his first step, he realized that regardless of who he was underneath, all this disguise and silicon that he was suddenly walking into a fancy restaurant to have dinner with his boss. Or would he expect to be his lover again this evening, or was he now his boyfriend? Wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into was one thing, but all he knew for certain was that all he could see as he entered the reflective glass door was a voluptuous brunette sure to turn heads. The ? sleeve chiffon white dress had a short flaring skirt but a low neckline. It was a classy, yet sexy date night type dress that certainly covered all his ink but gave him a leggy and busty appearance in his stilettoes. "Umm, Schwartz table please," said Sebe, as he walked up to the hostess. "Of course, your entire party has arrived," said the woman. "Please follow me Mrs. Schwartz." He was about to object to her insinuation, but then it really didn't matter as he followed her to the table. As they turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks as immediately he noticed his mother as she looked up, making eye contact as he expected Mr. Schwartz and not his family. His little hesitation sent shivers through his body as he noticed his mother elbow his father as he quickly realized his entire family's eyes were upon him. "There she is," said Mr. Schwartz, waving him over as he quickly got up and came over, welcoming him. "You look amazing honey. Doesn't she?" Yelena fought back some tears, choked up as she hugged him gently, and touched his face, looking into his eyes. It was a tender moment between mother and son, as she nodded approvingly and then hugged him again, kissing him a few times as she squeezed his hand. "I love you, Tatiana," whispered his mother into his ears. "We all love you and I'm proud of you. Extremely proud." He was now embraced one at a time by his two aunts, and then even his father. With each soft hug he was painfully reminded of what now protruded from his chest, but they seemingly all knew to be gentle with him. When the hugs broke up, he looked down, feeling his fingers being massaged as he couldn't believe he was holding hands with Mr. Schwartz with their fingers interlocked in front of everyone. It was so awkward at first, as he pulled Sebe gently two steps forward toward the table and took his seat as Sebe followed. He was dying inside as he quickly wiggled his fingers away, hoping that really wasn't noticed but was pretty sure it was. At first, it was like they were all sizing up each other as he stared at the obvious nose jobs, subtle changes and his father's face lift. "So, now that we're all healing nicely, and looking fabulous, this is obviously a wondrous occasion to celebrate on the eve of our rehearsal commencement!" said Mr. Schwartz, raising a glass. "Cheers, and good health to all!" said Sergei, toasting them. "A thanks to your partnership! Your friendship and to a successful run with our show." "And to continued booming ticket sales," said Mr. Schwartz. "Cheers!" Things seemed to calm down now as Sebe quietly settled into his role as Tatiana, and his father's daughter, sitting for the most part quietly as they focused on the show. From time to time he was complimented about his dedication and talent, as they made him feel good about himself on numerous occasions. His self-esteem rose as everyone raved about the feedback they heard about his dancing or acting, and from time to time just the little pats or gentle touches from his mother self-assured him. There were no references to his beauty, instead the focus was on his talent as an entertainer and his ability to command the big cat. He couldn't believe how the act now seemed to revolve even more than previously designed around Tatiana's performances, as all the focus was making him a success. They only joked about their procedures and the fountain of youth making them look younger, but every thought was about looking good for the audience. He was as comfortable as he could be under the circumstances, as finally they had dessert and then a round of after dinner drinks followed until he realized Mr. Schwartz had again wiggled his right hand between Sebe's left under the table. "Sergei, so here is what we spoke about on paper and I hope I have I earned your respect now and even more," said Mr. Schwartz, leaning down with his other hand and taking a folder from his brief case. "Take this home with you to read in your leisure, and you'll certainly recognize the unwavering commitment we spoke of." "You have again proven to be beyond a man of your word and honor," said Sergei, flipping open the document's cover and glancing down. "Thank you," said Mr. Schwartz with a nod and smile, squeezing Sebe's hand a little tighter. "And you have earned my blessing with my daughter," said Sergei, raising his Cognac. "Should all go well during your courtship, I will bestow her to you once we reach our second year of the contract and begin the multi-year renewal as we all hope. To that I salute." "Spppppiiiiitttt!" Sebe spit out his port all over the table and Mr. Schwartz. "You what!" "Tatiana, its for the best for you," said his father, as Mr. Schwartz wiped his suit with his napkin. "Now we've got much time to see if this arrangement works for everyone, but you know the tradition of our country as well as I do." "But I've grown up in America! We've been here for decades now, and what you speak of is .. Well that is for a real daug-" Sebe began as quickly his mother hushed him. "Tatiana! This is not the place, young lady," said Yelena, firmly squeezing his arm. "And we all believe that your boyfriend's intentions with you are quite honorable and he'll provide well for you. Now I know that so much has happened quite suddenly in your life, but everyone agrees that settling down with such a wonderful gentlemen is something we couldn't ignore. You'll be 23 shortly and you're not getting any younger, plus given your recent track record this will be the best thing for you and the family." "What track record mom?" asked Sebe in shock. "You know I'm new to all of this! All I've been doing is everything I've been asked. Everything selflessly for this family. I've been very confused." "What track record? You didn't look too confused in the papers, Tatiana," said his father. "You seemed to get around pretty fast and not miss much. Are there any eligible boys in town that you missed? But who could tell, as it seems half the time Tatiana's out with no shame and the other times out in disguise seemingly every chance you get? All this and he's dying to be with you? He's confessed that he's infatuated with you? You do know that, right?" "Well yes, of course father?" said Sebe insecurely looking down. "We... ah..ah.." "So then you have been dating and need I ask more," Preached his father. "Sergei!" Yelena scolded him. "We've all had to experience things and get them out of our system haven't we? You did? I did? And then our arrangement worked out perfectly, and look how far we've come? What happy lives we've had, and what a wonderful child our arrangement has produced! Maturity comes with it, and it will for our daughter as well." "You're right, dear," said Sergei nodding. "We love you Tatiana, and I think this will be wonderful for you!" "Mom, dad. No," said Sebe, ready to kill them. "I was out for the show. You know with guys! Ask him? He knows all about it!" "Yes, I'm aware of all her little publicity stunts," said Mr. Schwartz. "And some of them even came from my people." "See, dad," yelled Sebe. "Yet, none of that matters to me, Sergei," said Mr. Schwartz. "We've all done so many things and of course she needed to spread her wings a little, as even the most prominent stars couldn't resist her. Wouldn't you if you were as exquisite a young woman as she is?" "Yes.. I guess we all would," said Sergei, nodding. "I apologize everyone, and I'm certain it'll be the best thing for you Tatiana. And also the good news is you two will have plenty of time to deepen your love as your relationship and our show evolves." "That's wonderful, new my future in-laws!" said Mr. Schwartz, getting up from his chair and on one knee lifting Sebe's hand and unwiggling their fingers. "I accept your blessing and your daughter's hand. We'll have a wonderful courtship and enjoy a prosperous year's engagement." It was like he blinked and when he reopened his eyes he was paralyzed, watching a big rock slide right down his ring finger, stopping just past his knuckle as a hormonal rush raged through his body like nothing he had ever felt before. His hand was shaking now as he looked down completely stunned, as he soon found Mr. Schwartz's lips on his in front of his family and his tongue entering his throat. When the kiss broke, he could barely speak as he extended his wrist, holding it next to his chest, sickened at the glassy eyed sight of this big diamond on his finger between his full mammarie. The night was ending just as it started, with everyone hugging him, only this time exchanging congratulatory embraces with Mr. Schwartz, as he couldn't believe what had happened. He was a deer in the headlights. He was tearful, yet a tear wouldn't slide from its duct as his emotions were in total disarray. After all he'd done and was about to do, he felt like he had been sold off by his family to the wealthiest man they knew, as he stood silently as the cat did really have his tongue this time, hurt and angry inside. Instinctively he reached down, feeling for the last precious thing left over from his life as Sebe, as he couldn't even take it anymore, feeling himself rock solid yet concealed under the flary dress. He almost choked, realizing the sensation he felt moments ago when the ring slid over his finger and it was rising to full mast as he was becoming an engaged woman. He couldn't stop wondering now how much longer it would be until he'd awake without his family jewels, struggling to accept that any of this could be real. "It's beautiful on you," said Mr. Schwartz, lifting his chin and breaking his gaze, enjoying one last kiss. "But..." Sebe was cut off as Mr. Schwartz's finger sat on his lips, stopping him. "Don't panic. We won't be rushing into anything anyway. We'll talk more after rehearsal," whispered Mr. Schwartz, before enjoying one last kiss. "Those lips of yours are incredible. Good night." "Ready, girls?" asked Sergei, turning and walking away as Sebe paused as it did feel different now as he touched them, feeling the fluffiness, ready to kill his father. "Come honey! Everything will be fine," said Yelena as his mother gently took his arm and they followed together. For the first time in weeks, he soon found himself going home with his parents as they climbed into their limo as they had seemly abandoned all talk of getting him out of any of this, instead trapped beyond his wildest imagination. He barely heard a word anyone was saying, staring out the window as his mother sat next to him rubbing his back and then constantly inspecting his ring. All he could think about was just months earlier he was a reluctant fill in born out of necessity, and now he had somehow become not only a headline performer but an engaged woman. When they got home, it couldn't be more demeaning than needing his mother's help to undress him and clean out his drains, but he knew she loved him unequivocally, regardless of what had occurred. He needed her help just to get in his pajamas and then hoped it was all a dream as he fell fast asleep. In the morning, not much was said as she woke him and then they all had breakfast together like old times, as his mother just stood behind him brushing over and over through his hair while he ate. All his father talked about was rehearsal, while the sisters whispered like school girls until finally everyone dispersed to get ready. Yelena sponged and helped dress him in one of the practice dance costumes, and then then off they were to rehearse for the first time in the theater where they would be performing. Twelve hours the first day on each and every step, were completely exhausting as Sebe had to stay an extra two hours after his family had been already send home, just to practice the solo routines with Tosha. By the end, he was too tired to even put up a fight as Frankie ushered him backstage and showed him his private dressing room. The star on the door was of little consolation, as his legs felt like jelly as he plopped on the plush couch in the fancy room, as there was his little team of stylists dressing him to go out. "Ready for your date night, honey?" asked Frankie, smirking as he saw the look of exhaustion on Sebe's face. "You must be fucking kidding me?" replied Sebe sarcastically, as he was attacked by the makeup brushes, freshening him up. "Oh your boyfriend is dying to see you of course, after yesterday," said Frankie as the ring went back on his finger. "Most times you can keep this incredible love stone on, but not during performances or public appearances, as they want you to look very available for the public. But you know that of course?" "Whatever? I know," moaned Sebe. "I'm way too tired to argue." In no time they had glammed him up in hot pants, thigh high spikey boots and a short tank with half his hair up in a high pony. Immediately he knew he wasn't dressed for any fancy restaurant, as they added some big earrings and no wig was in sight. They were already all experts at quickly doing his face, and after a few curls on the top pony, he was ready to go. He followed them out of his dressing room to the back, down a small hallway and then Frankie inserted a key, opening a small service elevator. "Enjoy, girlfriend," waved Frankie as he punched in a pass code, and he was suddenly alone in the elevator. "Wait, what?" said Sebe as suddenly the door began closing. There were no digital floor numbers as it rose up the building and then it dawned on him as the doors opened inside the suite he had had awoken in just a week earlier. The pop of a cork was a sound he knew too well already as he turned and without a word being said, Mr. Schwartz's tongue entered his mouth. It was so unexpected yet tantalizing, as he pulled him in so tightly and then tilted him back, overflowing champagne into his mouth. He was almost choking, yet it was so enticing and sweet as he turned his face, needing to breath. "Easy," gasped Sebe as it flowed down his cheek and neck as he shivered as the cold bubbly saturated his shirt. "Yuuummm, Tatiana," sighed Mr. Schwartz, as he lifted him back to his heels and then cupped his breasts, pouring more champagne between them. "You taste like 24 carats my love." "Holy shit, easy," cried Sebe, loving it as his hands were gently squeezing his new boobs and touching his nipples. "They're so fucking sore, but aaaahhhhh... don't stop!" All Sebe could do now was moan as Mr. Schwartz was now sipping it from his cleavage as he held them as gently as he could with his palms. Sebe almost jerked forward from their tenderness as he manipulated his nipples and then felt himself try to get hard straining beneath the gaff and tight shorts. "Oh Seth," moaned Sebe, as Mr. Schwartz's tongue slid between his boobs as he was writhing in pain from a little squeeze. "I can't take it! Please no more. I can't! Hoooolllyyy Shit!" "Unleash the beast, inside," said Mr. Schwartz, as a shock wave went down Sebe's back as he nibbled right through his soaked top on his left nipple. "Let's hear that purr, pussy cat." "Oooohhhh... Hoooooooo lllllyyy ... Mmmmmmmmmm," screamed Sebe as the purr was more of a scream from both pleasure and pain, as he couldn't take it anymore, pushing him back. The tigress was loose now as he almost knocked him over and then couldn't control himself, instantly attacking his trousers. He was the one on the prowl now, ripping down Mr. Schwartz's pants and dropping right to his knees. "Well, we tried out the lips but I'm sure you're dying for me to try out my new jewelry," Teased Sebe, sticking out his tongue and wiggling his piercing before licking the top of Mr. Schwartz's shaft. "Yes, please." Mr. Schwartz shivered with excitement as Sebe toyed with him, sliding his saliva around the rim with his nail tip. "Say Puuuurrrrr...ty please and maybe." Sebe pushed Mr. Schwartz's boner against his saturated tank top and softly sandwiched it between his new mounds. "Holy shit, Tatiana," yelled Mr. Schwartz. "Puurrty please to anything you want. Anything!" "I'll remember that." Sebe stared up at him with a wicked look in his eye. He didn't know if it was champagne saturated tank or the saliva building in his mouth that somehow created an insane thirst that needed to be quenched. He squeezed his breasts in tighter around his manhood before pushing them up and down a few times until he could no longer handle the pain. An unbearable rush shot down his spine as no way was he healed enough to titty-fuck, even for a milli-second, but the momentary effect was enough to drive both of their sexual appetites through the roof. He was now a like wild co-ed on spring break in a wet t-shirt contest claiming her prize, as she released it from her cleavage and opened wide. "Holy shit! Pleaseee," cried Mr. Schwartz, feeling the little ball on his tongue slide up and down as Sebe sucked him. His screaming didn't last long as Sebe took it all down with pleasure, but his appetite was insatiable now as he licked down every drop. When he got to his feet, he ripped off Mr. Schwartz's shirt and dug his nails into his chest, scratching him almost nastily and suckling on his nipples as he took charge. The moment Sebe leaned his head back from his nibble, Mr. Schwartz grabbed his face pressing down more firmly on his lips than ever before as they kissed almost violently, until Sebe broke the kiss and clenched his teeth into his neck. One deep love bite was all it took as Mr. Schwartz was hard again in no time, and almost instantly invigorated as he reached for the end table, knocked the lamp, crashing to the floor. He was moaning with Sebe's teeth clinging to his neck as he was able to open the drawer and pull out a tube. He had to yank Sebe off him by his hair and stick his tongue deep down his throat just to subdue his aggressiveness as he fumbled open the lubricant. He was never more prepared than now, squirting the contents of the tube all over his genital area and then spun his lover, ripping down his shorts. Never hornier in his life, Sebe kicked away his shorts and panties as some primeval instinct took over as he turned and knelt on all fours. Just the feeling of the lube being rubbed on his anus sent his mind on a tizzy, dying to be mounted, as he was hard as a rock himself. The first time he was overcome with guilt and confusion. yet now it was animalistic passion that he hungered for. He'd explode across the carpet way before Mr. Schwartz did inside him this time, and without the intervention of any touch. Even having already ejaculated, he relished every thrust from behind, biting his lips and never wanting it to stop. When it finally ended, they embraced and kissed as lovers, tenderly touching without much being said. Was he accepting this new lifestyle completely he wondered as he rested his head on Mr. Schwartz's shoulder, and even more so his future as he stared down at his ring. Was he acting 24/7, or did he already concede to being the future Mrs. as the only thing left of his former lifestyle sat shriveled between his legs. They fell asleep in each other's arms without even making it past the sofa, and then he was awoken in the morning for practice by Frankie. It never mattered with Frankie anyway, as he'd seen him naked more times than not except now Frankie's lesson wouldn't be about style or cosmetics, as he instructed him how to clean himself rectally. A quick sponge bath, basic makeup, some leotards and he was back in the elevator as his family awaited his arrival. He could see the disdain on his father's face as he loathed even a second of tardiness, as not much was said as he was barely late and they were right to work. For the next month, they practiced each and every day as no one took anything for granted. Most nights he'd head home with his parents, yet every few days he'd be summoned back stage to be dressed scantily and sent up to see his boyfriend as their steamy romance continued whenever Mr. Schwartz could fit it in. Sex in each exotic outfit Tatiana possessed wasn't even enough as it became even a challenge for the stylists to outdo themselves each time they sent him up to their boss. As he healed and adjusted to his body over time, things got more and more exotic and his sexual thirsts only grew when they were together. Once a week or so, they got out to dinner just to talk a little as he'd don an elaborate dress and wig, staying incognito as they'd enjoy the town together before returning to his suite. A publicity stunt every week or so was still on the agenda, as the marketing team still had orders to make sure Miss Tatiana was still part of the scene in the public eye and quite the eligible young vixon. He often wondered if his lover minded him kissing the boy toys he had been sent out with as their dessert, yet whenever he broached the subject it was just laughed off. He admittedly now relished being the object of affection of his boyfriend, his faux flings and utmost his audience he hoped as the show grew near. The last week of dress rehearsals just seemed to go flawlessly as they made last minute adjustments to the routine, scenery and wardrobe. Sebe the boy, just months removed, was now a distant memory as the butterflies filled the room as they dressed that first night. He was never so relaxed in his life as they glossed over his lips one last time and unrolled some curlers. He could run a marathon in heels now and was in the best shape of his life, as he couldn't wait to unveil Tatiana to the awaiting crowd. He peeked through the curtain in his bathrobe, dying for the moment as he watched everyone settle in. Those last minutes getting dressed felt incredible as they corseted him up and fastened the clips in his hair. With his hands on his hips, he gazed at how far he had come now as the voluptuous fire engine red head was about to take stage. His teeth gleamed back when his big red lips parted like crystal from their daily whitening treatment, as it was impossible to wipe the big smile from his face when he heard his que. It was a rush that rivaled his sex life as he got into position, and then the curtain opened. The audience went wild with applause as the opening dancers set the scene and then he exploded on stage. With his first steps, he was sashaying like he was Beyonce, instantly prancing sexily across the stage towards the crowd as he thrust his long legs forwards as stiletto after stiletto touched down with a vengeance, while he stared out suggestively making eye contact with the packed house. When he reached the front of the stage, he twisted his hips as the spotlight shined on his ass with his back to the crowd and screams were deafening as the audience reacted, reading his "Tigress" tramp stamp. He peered back over his shoulder, licking his lips and then was lifted in the air by the hunky male dancers, the rest was already routine as all the butterflies had left his belly now. He was Tatiana, the star of the show and she commanded the stage without question in an instant. As astounding as it was before, he was no longer just part of the act with his tiger, but now the lead in, main act and climax of the show. His families acrobatics, tricks, and other animal acts had also become more enticing and been expanded, but no doubt he was the headliner and no one objected. The partners had spared no expense doubling the length of the show and enticing the crowd with every trick in the book, as the scenes, props and costumes were amazing. He would still rise through the floor with his precious feline, introducing her to the crowd in the third act, except now as a warrior princess. There were so many exotic costumes to come as Tatiana would serve as both damsel and erotic figure to keep the crowd captivated, even without the roaring beast on stage. Those solo routines as the beautiful vixen prancing or acting sexily were his biggest challenges, even if some of it mirrored this new chapter of his life as in reality he was most at home being joined by his fabulous feline. There'd no longer be any bars or cages to look through, as the stage was their sanctuary as he'd need to command Tosha to her will. The thrill coupled with the fear of a tiger loose before them only further excited the crowd, as they seemed on pins and needles during parts of the act, but that won't be a problem as Miss Tatiana kept them at ease at all times controlling her kitty. When the princess rode out her big cat in the last act, his emotions began getting the best of him as he looked down at his long white flowing dress. He had dazzled the crowd, that he expected from himself, but what he didn't anticipate was how he felt in this lacey white dress. It looked different than in dress rehearsal, as he realized they switched the color from pale pink to ivory, as the rhinestone latent satin gleamed as the flash bulbs popped as he stepped off Tosha's back. He couldn't hold back the tears as his family joined them front and center to conclude the show, and then they all were linking hands. His tiara suddenly seemed triple the weight as he bowed with his family as he cried like the precious little bride to be he was to become. It was a sensation like none he could fathom, shivering with unbridled emotion as the standing ovation seemingly never ended, as he had captivated the audience's attention with every scene he appeared in, and dazzled beyond his wildest expectations. It was poetic justice feeling like the princess had become the queen of her kingdom, with her royal family and loyal breast by her side, and her lover gazing up at her in awe. The symbolism of the moment and the dress cemented what his mother had professed that all this must have happened for a reason, as he blew a kiss to his boyfriend and then many more emphatically to the audience. He was Tatiana, the Tiger Tempress of the strip, the Tigress of Las Vegas and she commanded the respect of her family, her beloved feline, her business partners and dare to think, her fianc?e. As the year went on, the show continued to sell out so they added matinees on weekends, some bonus shows during the week, and even a few special performances. They moved from the Casino's smallest venue to the theater, and then finally to the arena as sales rocketed. They added new sets, new costumes and even extra tricks as people wanted more, and the Tarcovic family wanted to give it to them. They forfeited their two planed vacations and a series of holidays to accommodate the demand for ticket sales, as for them this was all that they knew. Sebe never worked so hard in his life at work or in play with his boyfriend, as they continued their erotic sessions every few days a week and even their romantic dates in disguise. It was almost a year later when they finally took a brief vacation, as he jetted off with his boyfriend to a private resort in the tropics. When he came back to resume the show with his parents, they were all extremely refreshed as they got ready to get back to work. Just seeing everyone again, even though it was only a week, felt like a reunion, as he had never been away from Tosha for so long. Their bond was unbreakable though, as Tosha never left his side, following him like a big kitten as he tried on new costumes or sat in the makeup chair. The staff and stylists were never comfortable with this, as he'd often keep him with him yet never broke off stage with safety procedures, as the big cat was always chained down. "Oh my, Tatiana," giggled Frankie as they tried on one of his new costumes. "You did cut this from the right patterns, Jay." "Of course!" yelled Jay, stunned. "Oh my girlfriend. Look at you honey?" "No you didn't? Look at what?" whined Sebe, flicking his wrist but knowing something didn't seem right. "Well dear?" "No!" Whined Sebe, with his hands on his hips. "I may have been on vacation, but I know I didn't gain weight? And it's not like my boobs got fatter." "Shake for me honey, like you would in the show," said Frankie, turning his finger. "And then spin." "Huuuuggghhh." Sebe sighed as his boobs popped right out of the costume as he spun. "What the fuck?" "Chill, you diva! Breath in and stay calm," said Frankie, running over with the garment tape measuring him. "It's just the hormones. They take time, and they've really kicked in hard the last few months. Haven't you noticed, honey?" "Noticed what!" screamed Sebe, getting emotional. "Tell me, you bitches!" "And there they are again!" said Yelena, running over. "You'll be fine dear. You're just going through things differently than regular girls, and your doctors say sometime these things really start to hit hard though." "By getting fatter?" Sebe was throwing a mini-tantrum. "I watch everything I eat! Oh my gawwwddd! Do I look fat to you, mom?" "Of course you don't, princess," said Yelena, hugging him and then looking over at Frankie. "You didn't base her dress on her original measurements, did you?" "We better check, as we've been letting things out and pinching things in over time as we've needed to," said Frankie, measuring Sebe's hips and then chest again. "She's blossomed more than we really thought." "Does blossomed mean got chunky?" asked Sebe, looking down at around at himself. "I eat like a fucking bird to stay in shape for this freaking show. You said I didn't look fat, mom! Oh my gawwwdd!"! "Please don't do that to yourself, Tatiana. You're beautiful," said Frankie, fanning him. "It's just your body has changed from all the hormones you've been on. You know you've got some hips now you never did, but in your bodysuits that doesn't matter. There's nothing to adjust, and I guess since you like being untucked in short flowing dresses, you usually got out in I guess you didn't notice." "Hormones, like female hormones?" Sebe was stunned."I thought you were giving me vitamins every day. I knew my leather skirt seemed tight around my ass for the first time. Holy shit, I do have some hips now?" "Maybe pay attention the next time the doctor speaks? Even I thought you knew honey, and yes there were vitamins there too," said Yelena, shaking her head. "Didn't you realize what those periodic shots were for as well? You signed off on them every time." "I never read them I guess," replied Sebe. "But I guess what does it matter at this point?" "Of course it doesn't!" said Yelena, looking at him so lovingly. "See, here we are again. You know I believe things happen for a reason, and somehow all of this over the last year was meant to be. You're going to make a beautiful bride." "Your mother's right, of course," said Frankie. "Thing is, your up almost a cup size so we'll have to adjust some outfits, bump up your bras and we can't have you sliding out of your gaffs." "I know she is, and I've known it since that first show. But I'm a D now." "Well maybe not yet, or they say sometimes never, but everyone's different," said Frankie, rubbing his chin. "When I asked if you noticed anything, I wasn't talking about you popping out of your tops, honey?" "Holy shit!" said Sebe, reaching down instinctively and shaking a little. "Mom, close your ears please!" "Seriously, Tatiana?" said Yelena, throwing out her hands. "I'm your mother. I know more than you think? Basically I know everything." "True," admitted Sebe. "Well the thing is I have noticed it's not popping up like it used to when we you know.. I mean not all the time but sometimes! Wait.... Are you saying its going to stop...!" "Ssshh," said his mother, stopping and comforting him. "It's fine dear. Aren't we past needing that now anyway?" "Mom, please!" said Sebe, feeling his palms get sweaty. "I can't talk about stuff like this with you. I don't even want to think about it honestly. Bad enough I'm now a Double-D and I can barely see it anymore." "You want to be a girl, then you need to deal with this stuff Tatiana, and the doctors say you can expect to grow the size of your mother. Remember I'm a full C," said his mother. "So you might not be done yet." "But I'm already bigger," said Sebe, confused. "Yes with D sized implants and now quite possibly full C's are grown under them," said Frankie. "From my guess we'll need to plan for potentially another full cup size, or who knows what?" "Damn, they have been kind of sore lately!" said Sebe, pushing up at his tender boobs. "Holy shit, I'll be like a porn star." "Well, you're father always wanted you to think big, darling," joked his aunt Irene. "Well can you sing?" Frankie was getting flamboyant, tossing a feather bow around his neck as they shared some laughs. "Dolly Parton's getting old, so maybe you'll be the star to replace her and we can expand the show." "I'll stick to training, or we'll all be out of a job real quick if I have to sing. Right Tosha?" Sebe reached down petting his big cat, having at his own expense a laugh."Damn I do need some new bras in a hurry! That's nuts." "And in the spirt of that thought Tatiana, those nuts you'll be referring to will be more like acorns before you know it, and maybe it's time you really decide if you'll be needing them anymore," said Frankie, raising up his hands. I mean I'm sure your boyfriend is expecting you to get rid of them before the wedding right?" "We haven't discussed any of that," Sebe answered. "You were just away for a week?" yelped his mother. "What the hell did you talk about then?" "Mom, please?" Sebe said, annoyed. "Forget I said anything, Tatiana," said his mother, knowing better. "You're definitely going to call Vera Wang and schedule another fitting before they get too far along. You know her dresses have no give to them, and neither does her father. He wants everything perfect for the big day." "I didn't even know I had a fitting already," Sebe was getting nervous about it. "Mom, we've haven't discussed a lot of this." "We've already discussed that there's not much to discuss, and you've been fine with it," said Yelena. "Now all you need to worry about is the show, and we're already handling the rest. It's just nerves, and every girl gets some cold feet." "I don't think its her feet that she's worried about, but let's see if the some of the lingerie still fits that we used to size her," said Jay, walking over looking through a few boxes. "Maybe that'll relax everyone." "Better yet, get the sample wedding night bustier, and that'll be a decent test for waist and cup size," said Frankie, pointing to some unopened packages. "It just arrived yesterday, and I didn't get a chance to look at it yet. Pin up her hair and let's preview a few things." He had no idea that so much had been done already without his knowledge as he sat now as Jay began filling his head with bobbi pins. His head was spinning as his mother and aunt's mouths were buzzing with wedding talk as they debated details with his stylists. They giggled and clucked like hens, planning details he barely understood and paging through some magazines as most of the wedding made no sense at all to him, besides being an uncomfortable topic. Never did he notice all the bridal publications scattered around the room until now and as he thought about he realized they were all over the place at home. He had been through so much this past year, barely coming to grips with who he had become as a woman and lover, yet not really coming to grips yet as his boss's wife. He had accepted his female persona for the show and couldn't deny his sexual appetite, but in no way had accepted he'd be spending the rest of his life this way. He wondered now if he had been tricked by hormones or was this really who he should be, but either way not knowing how soon all this could be happening was very scary. Ten minutes later, he had been stripped and dressed just like always, except this was no costume or risqu? date night dress. It wasn't even some bedroom lingerie he had been sent up to satisfy his boyfriend in, and even more unnerving was that they already had it ready for him. This was the outfit he'd be wearing under his wedding dress, as suddenly he almost felt faint, recognizing he was in the lingerie he'd be consummating their first night in as Mrs. Schwartz. "Oh lala Tatiana," said Frankie, feeling the fit. "It's incredible on you. Yelena?" "Ooohhhh sweetie," sighed his mother, getting emotional and fanning herself as she felt so warm and glassy eyed. For a boy that had been in every skimpy outfit he could think of, he never realized the affect something like this would have on him the