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Chapter One Dennis loved driving home from work. He enjoyed the quiet time in his Volvo. This sedan totally fit his professional image as a Certified Public Accountant. His three-year-old auto was in perfect shape, a great investment, and Dennis estimated that he'd get ten or fifteen good driving years from it. Occasionally, he fantasized of having a little red Mazda Miata. He pictured driving around with the top down and his hair floated back with the breeze. He would smile and coyly nod at admiring glances. But that was a fantasy, not a very practical reality. As Dennis pulled into his driveway, there was another car already parked in his spot. It was one of those huge four-door Porsche SUVs, a very fancy, very expensive performance vehicle. To add to the bold show of excessive money was the vanity tag, FRANK. It crowded into his space barely fitting in the driveway. Dennis liked routine. He didn't like the inconvenience. After backing up, Dennis parked out on the street. He walked up the path to his front door. He was surprised that the door was unlocked and partially open. As he walked in, he could hear two other voices coming from their family room. He recognized Cynthia's voice, but it sounded like there was another couple, too. He yelled out, "Honey, I'm home." "We're back here, Denise!" His wife had a bit of a giggle in her voice. Denise? That wasn't good, he thought. That was his wife's name for him when he dressed en-femme. Up until this moment, he thought that was their secret. It wasn't something that Dennis felt comfortable sharing. His legs suddenly felt damp and clammy. His stomach turned sour. There were three strangers in their family room, an attractive couple and a teenage girl. He walked in and tried to smile. Bending over to kiss his wife, she winced and turned away. He could smell the wine on her breath and could see the glasses. Dennis realized they'd all been drinking. He smiled and in his most jovial manly voice said, "Hey, I'm Dennis!" He stuck his hand out for a hearty shake with the other man. The stranger stood up from his chair. He was a half a foot taller than Dennis and a lot broader. "Hi Denise, I'm Frank. They call me Foot-Long- Frank." He stepped in and with both his arms encircled Dennis's waist pulled him in tight to his body. As Frank hugged Dennis, he ran one hand up Dennis's back and caressed his neck. The next thing Dennis knew, his head was swiveled towards Frank's face. Frank kissed Dennis on the lips. It happened so fast, Dennis didn't have a chance to move away. Dennis felt this stranger's five o'clock shadow scraping his smooth face. He wanted to push away. But it happened so quickly and he was held tightly. He didn't have a chance to move. His mind was spinning. This was all wrong. This was not supposed to happen in his own house. He was supposed to be safe and secure in his own castle. Dennis had occasionally wondered what kissing a man would be like. He'd even fantasized about being held in strong arms, being kissed passionately. But that was a fantasy and today he was being mocked in front of his wife. "Whoa, buddy!" he gasped as Frank ended the kiss. "What's that about?" Dennis, still in his embrace, knew from his close proximity how Frank got his nickname. Frank spread his legs wider and pulled Dennis's smaller body so close he could feel the man's member pushing against his stomach. Frank wasn't letting go. He felt as strong as a rock. He smiled as he spoke. "It's okay, Denise. You don't have to hide from us. Your wife's been telling us all about your secret desires all afternoon. Isn't that right, Cynthia?" Dennis struggled to look at his wife's drunken smile. It didn't look very forgiving. In the past, he never felt his dressing upset his wife. "Honey," he called out hoping that she would say something to rescue him from this very awkward situation, Cynthia pointedly did not talk to him but addressed Frank instead. "He's a good provider. He pays for all of this. But, well, he's more interested in himself than me." "But, honey. You've never said anything." Dennis found it hard to concentrate on a conversation while pulled in so close to this man's rock hard arms and body. "Oh, Denise." Cynthia sounded angry. "If the world knew what a sissy you are. Why you're barely a man in bed. And who's the one who needs to be on the bottom all the time?" Dennis tried to push Frank away again but gave up and was forced to feel that hard object pushing against his stomach. Frank chuckled and whispered in his ear. "Honey, your dress size tells me you can't have much bulk hidden under that suit. Now, give me a nice kiss and maybe I'll let you go change. We all agreed you'd look wonderful in that red satin number. Right, girls?" Dennis blushed. The red satin number they were referring to was his newest cocktail dress. He'd bought on sale. Just the other night Dennis modeled it for Cynthia. That was the same night she used their strap-on while he wore a pink bustier. Dennis was panicking. He was trapped in a crazy situation. He took a deep breath and looked around the room. Frank's wife hadn't said a word. And Dennis couldn't believe that they'd be bringing a teenager where they served alcohol. "Okay, one kiss. And then, please let me go, Frank." Dennis was getting desperate thinking how much he wanted to be back in the car right now. Frank pulled Dennis closer. "Oh no. Not just a kiss, Denise. A kiss and then you go and change into that sexy cocktail dress that Cyn hung out for you to wear." Dennis's mind was spinning. This was not going well, but what could he do? He sighed and took a deep breath. He leaned back and looked Frank in the eyes. Dennis tried to smile and then tentatively kissed him on the lips. Frank kissed back and pushed his tongue into Dennis's mouth. It was humiliating but it also took Dennis's breath away making him pant like a dog in heat. Oh wow, he thought. "Now that's more like it, Denise. I'm going to send Iris and Charli in to help you get that cute little outfit on while Cynthia and I get better acquainted. He released Dennis and before he could run away, Iris and Charli were escorting him to the master bedroom. Iris starting talking in his ear. "Honey, the smartest thing you can do is cooperate. Let Frank have his way. He's really a sweet guy. But he doesn't like to be challenged. Just go with the flow and humor him. I promise it'll turn out just fine, okay?" Dennis looked at her. Iris was pretty. She had dark brown hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. Her daughter Charli was the real looker. She had frosted blonde hair. She looked sexy with a pink tube top that showed off her large and beautiful shaped breasts. Her tiny white mini skirt did nothing to hide her generous hips and butt. They two women led him into the bedroom. The new dress was hanging up. And his prettiest underwear, shoes, and stockings were on the unmade bed. He really didn't want to know why the bed was unmade. Both women helped him take off his business suit. Iris snickered when she saw the shoulder pads he had installed to make him look more manly. When he pulled off his tee shirt, they saw the ace bandage he wore to keep his small breasts compressed and hidden. Iris smiled as she watched him unwrap his breasts and massage them. "Are you an A-cup?" He nodded. "Almost a B." Iris picked up his push-up bra. "This is very pretty. Can I help you with it?" She was already running her hands across his boobs, making the nipples swell and grow erect. In the meantime, Charli was pulling down his boxers and snickering at the size of his small package. As Dennis bent over to step out of them, he revealed his tiny jeweled butt plug. Charli immediately pushed on it as she spread Dennis's cheeks apart. "Oh look, Iris. It's just like mine." Dennis was surprised at how mature Charli's voice was. She turned around and lifted her mini skirt. She pulled aside her thong to show him that she was wearing a butt plug too. Dennis couldn't help but notice that her panties held a surprise. Charli was a transsexual. Her package was shrunken and tiny. This was getting stranger by the minute, he thought. Iris was grumpy. "Okay Charli, enough showing off. We're not here to play Show and Tell. Frank's waiting and he wants to see Denise in her pretty dress." Dennis pulled up a pair of lace panties and fastened his push up bra. He pulled up the matching garter belt and then rolled the stockings up his legs. He'd done it so many times that it was a practiced skill. As he stepped into his dress, he zipped it up. Slipping into his three-inch heels, Dennis took a deep breath. Iris smiled. "That looks good. Now do your hair and makeup. Then we can join your wife and Frank in the family room." Dennis worried about what was happening in the other room as he back brushed his hair and put in hoop earrings. After using a little mousse and some holding spray, he began to do his makeup. When Denise finished her face, she carefully applied her lipstick. She'd really forgotten the world around her. Denise was looking in the mirror at a very familiar woman's face. A woman who didn't have a care in the world. She fluffed her hair. Denise thought good thoughts. She was pretty and everyone loved a pretty woman. Iris interrupted her daydream. "You are very attractive, Denise. You're almost as pretty as my husband, Charli. But after a few months with Frank, he'll turn you into a real knock-out. Right, Charli? Charli looked Denise in the eyes and kissed her lips. "You're beautiful now, Denise. But just you wait. Your whole life is ahead of you." Chapter Two Dennis opened one eye slowly. He was in bed. It took him a few minutes to recognize their guest bedroom. Lying there, Dennis realized he wasn't alone. A warm, soft body was spooning him. He hesitated to move too quickly, afraid to wake the woman snoring into his back. Last night he had too much to drink. The large pair of breasts pushing into him didn't belong to his wife. His wife! After last night, he really couldn't use that phrase anymore. He remembered how embarrassing last night turned out. As his brain started to function, he knew that the hand reaching out and burrowing into his nightgown belonged to Charli. As she stroked his body, the whole evening came rushing back into focus. I can't believe I behaved that foolishly, he thought to himself. He remembered a lot of drinking, some crazy dancing, and too much kissing. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to make it all go away. His wished everything was back the way it was. Charli's hand had reached around and had a firm grip on him. Dennis sighed. He shifted and let the pretty woman have her way. Then Charli was in his arms caressing his body and kissing him on the lips. He wanted to push this stranger away and say no, but he was weak- willed. He tried to be strong and resist, but the caressing felt so nice. He sighed, capitulated, and returned the favor. As he kissed Charli and rubbed her soft body, he felt guilty. I'm terrible, he thought. I should be able to say no to all of this. As Charli's mouth licked him, Dennis was losing it. He couldn't help himself. Later as they were cleaning each other off, Dennis glanced at the clock. He was shocked to see that it was almost noon! Work, he thought! I have to call in. He was more than late! He froze in place. He had to do so many things. He started to tremble. "What's the matter, Denise? You look upset." Charli stood there wiping down her shapely body with a damp washcloth. It was quite distracting. Dennis threw his hands up in panic. "I'm late." He screeched! "I had to be at the office at nine and it's lunchtime! I've got to find my phone and call in!" "Don't worry, Denise. Frank went downtown this morning with Cynthia to square it all away for you. Remember last night when said he was going to take care of everything?" Dennis was getting upset. He understood that Charli might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but what was Frank going to do at his office? And what needed to be squared away? "What are you talking about, Charli? What's he doing at my office?" "He went down to make everything good for you, Denise. He and Cynthia are making sure that you can go back to work after your operations." "My what?" "Don't you remember last night when Frank said he'd take care of all your problems? You're going to see the same doctor I did. He did my operations. Frank said you're going to look even prettier than I do." Dennis sat down hard on the bed. He looked around. Oh, his head hurt and now he was having trouble thinking again. Charli put a hand on his shoulder. He patted him soothingly. "C'mon, Denise. We need to get showered and dressed. Frank's going to be home after lunch and well, he has certain expectations." Dennis allowed himself to be led towards the guest bath. He modestly slipped off his nightgown and panties. As he turned on the shower, Charli joined him. And from the looks of the lascivious grin on her face, she was ready to go all over again. Seeing Dennis staring down at her genitals, Charli blushed. She put her hand over her unit. "It's embarrassing. There's not much left. You might suffer from the same problem once Frank increases your medications. He's not interested in your package. He just wants to see you happy." Dennis thought about that. "Are you happy, Charli?" Charli kissed him as the hot water cascaded over his shoulders. "Oh yes, Denise. I couldn't be happier. Look at me. I'm beautiful, sexy, and I'm very, very happy. Aren't you happy, Denise?" Dennis shook his head no. He probably just lost his job and his marriage was definitely on the rocks. He saw himself becoming the laughing stock of his quiet, little town. He pictured himself broke and alone. "I don't think so, Charli." But Charli was busy distracting him with a bar of soap and her fingers. It took his breath away and he forgot about his problems. Soon, they were lathering each other all over and Dennis found himself mewing with pleasure. Later, as they were patting each other dry then applying moisturizer, Dennis wondered what Frank was telling his business partners. He expected the worst. Probably dismissal, a low ball buy-out, or just sending him on his way. Charli rummaged through Denise's clothes. "Let's find you something cute to wear for Frank. How about this tangerine colored romper set and a pair of cork-soled heels? I think they're perfect. What pretty underthings do you have to go with this?" Denise smiled and opened another drawer. "What do you think? She held up a pretty little lacy bra and panty set?" She had filled their guest bedroom with so many pretty things over the past three years. After doing her hair and makeup, Denise was feeling better. Her little breasts were on display in a pretty little lace bra and she was tucked away in the matching panties. She wore a little bit of perfume and was starting to feel more comfortable and settled. Denise always felt at peace when she dressed. It eased her mind to look at herself in the mirror and see a pretty woman. But, deep inside, she was dreading her future. The two of them were in the kitchen after fixing a cup of tea. They were having a lovely chat. Charli was brighter than she looked. She was more than just a bimbo. She was entertaining. Denise found herself laughing at Charli's stories. The air went out of the room when Frank and Cynthia walked through the front door. Cynthia was smiling and holding Frank's arm with both her hands. It was pretty obvious to Dennis that he'd lost Cynthia to the big man. She was looking at him and hanging on his every word. She was glowing. Charli got up to kiss and hug Frank. With both women on his arms, Frank looked directly at him. "Well, Denise. Aren't you going to say hello?" Dennis shrugged. He walked up to Frank and gave him a peck on his cheek. Then he turned to walk away. Frank put his arms around her waist and picked her up off the floor. Frank spun her around and then set her down still in his strong arms. Frank embraced Denise on the spot. The hug and the kiss were firm and demanding. Frank's tongue spread Denise's mouth wide open. After a few minutes of kissing, Denise felt the fight drain out of her. She was a slave to her own passion. She felt helpless. Dennis saw his whole life going down the drain. Frank released Denise and sat in a chair. He motioned for Denise to sit on his knee. After a second of hesitation, she obeyed. She felt Frank wrap his arms around her. The little romper didn't cover much and she shivered when Frank's warm hands touched her exposed skin. Frank cupped both her breasts through the romper. As he caressed them, her heart started to pound and her body responded to his touch. Soon, Denise was feeling warm and very confused. Frank whispered in her ear. "Cheer up, Denise. I got everything straightened out at work. You're taking the two weeks off for your surgery and recovery. Then you'll work from home while you recuperate. The doctor will release you to go back to work. Your partners wished you good luck and say they'll visit as soon as you're ready for company." "What? What did you tell them?" "I told them you'd been hiding your true self for too long. I said that you needed to live the life you desired. When I said we'd arranged for facial feminization surgery, I think they were relieved." "Huh?" "I suspect they knew about you but were too shy to mention it. I know they're happy for you." The world was spinning too fast. Everything Dennis did through his whole life had been planned out very carefully. Now Dennis watched his life unravel. Cynthia sat down on the arm of the chair. She looked at Denise sitting there in Frank's lap while he fondled her. Cynthia slowly stroked Denise's cheek with the soft palm of her hand. "Oh baby, you don't know how much you owe Frank. When I came to his law office last month, it was to start divorce proceedings against you. Frank sat me down and showed me how foolish that would be. Sure, I'd get most of your money and your house, but where would that leave you?" Dennis turned to face Cynthia. His eyes were glazed over. Cynthia smiled and put her hand on his bare knee. She gripped it firmly to keep his attention. "Frank showed me a much better solution. And this way everyone will be happy." Cynthia kissed him on the lips. "Oh baby, I don't want to hurt you, but you weren't satisfying me anymore. And now, well, you'll see. It's all going to work out." Dennis shivered and wondered. Chapter Three Cynthia stood up and walked to the center of the room leaving Denise sitting there in Frank's lap. She was still firmly entwined in Frank's arms. Frank's hands were caressing her making it impossible for her to go anywhere, even if she wanted to. Frank whispered in her ear and told Denise he wanted to talk with her alone. He encouraged everyone to take the afternoon and go shopping. He even waved a credit card around and smiled. The crowd left Dennis's house making sounds of ooh's and ah's. They were looking forward to using someone else's card to spend money on themselves. As they walked out the door, Dennis's wife, Cynthia, smiled at the two of them. "Have fun," she said. Denise was having trouble concentrating. Frank's hands were turning her on. She was pulled in close to his rock hard body and feeling very comfortable. Deep inside, Dennis was not comfortable. All he could think was this man had taken his wife and supposedly fixed things. And all those things were moving Dennis into becoming Denise full-time. But, Denise was consumed by the pleasure rushing through her body. She had never been with a man before. They were alone. Was Frank going to make love to her? She had no idea what was going to happen. She sighed. Frank smiled and whispered in her ear. "No, this isn't about sex. Your deflowering will come when you are ready, no sooner. I respect my women and honor them. But, we need to have a talk." Denise took a deep breath. She was a bit disappointed. Playing around with Charli had fired up her libido. And she wondered what it would be like with a real man. Denise was feeling lightheaded as Frank caressed her body and kissed her gently She turned in his arms and kissed his lips. This was becoming fun. "That was very nice of you to treat everyone to a shopping spree." Frank chuckled. "That was your credit card, Denise. Your wife is a co- signer." Denise swallowed. She had two thoughts. Where was all the money going to come from? And why couldn't I go with them and buy some pretty things, too? Frank lifted her up off his lap. He took her hand and they walked over to the dining room table. He opened a briefcase and removed several files. He spread the papers out on the dining room table. He stood behind her, his hands caressing her body while he kissed her neck. He whispered in her ear, "I need your signature on these to process them. The first is a request to the court to change your name officially to Denise. The second one is permission for your surgeries on Thursday morning. And the third is giving me rights to be your guardian and the executor of your accounts." Dennis was suddenly fired up. He got upset and lost it. "Whoa, mister! Why would I sign all of these papers over to a man I barely know? A guy who's been screwing my wife and giving away all my money? You've got to be kidding if you think I'm going to let you come into my life and walk all over me. I think I've had enough. I think you should take your papers and leave my house right now." Frank smiled. He sat down in a living room chair. He never took his eyes off of Denise. After making himself comfortable, he motioned that Denise should come over and sit on his lap again. Dennis was angry. He didn't ask for Frank's help or advice. And now, thanks to Frank, his partners thought he was transitioning. He wondered how he was going to undo the mess Frank had made. He glared at Frank. "Fuck you, buddy. Your charm doesn't work on me. I'm not changing my whole life. I don't appreciate what you've done." Frank smiled. He crossed his arms. "Good. I was hoping to see a little fire in your eyes. But, let's talk about your life. Tell me, Denise. When did you start to take anti-androgen and estrogen?" Dennis stood there defiantly. He waited for a second and then spoke up. "I started three years ago." "So you started hormones right after you got married?" "Yes. I waited three months." "Why?" "Why did I take hormones? What business is it of yours?" "Okay. Did you tell your wife of your plans to feminize yourself?" Dennis hesitated and shook his head. "No. I didn't." "And what did you tell her when you started showing early signed of female puberty?" "I lied. I told her the doctor said I was suffering from gynecomastia." "And when you started having trouble with an erection?" "I said it was a side effect of the medications he was prescribing." "And when you didn't improve and your body continued to change. What did you say?" "I didn't say anything." "How do you satisfy your wife's sexual needs?" "I used my tongue and fingers. I bought us some sex toys." "And how long before you had her using them on you?" Dennis was losing it. He didn't like being confronted. "Christ. I don't remember. Where are you going with this? C'mon, Frank. Cut to the chase. What's your point here?" Dennis had his hands on his hips, tapping his toe. He realized it was a feminine gesture, but after all, he was in full female mode standing there is cork high heeled sandals and a cute little romper. Frank pointed directly at her. "The point is that you want to be a woman. You're dragging your wife along with your charade but you're not fooling anyone. You wanted a partner, another woman in your bed because you're frightened to be alone during transition. But, believe me, Denise. You're only hurting yourself by not being honest." Dennis knew Frank was right but, he didn't like being told the truth. He knew this was hard for Cynthia. He lied to her daily. Dennis had believed everything would work out. In his crazy mind, he thought his wife would love Denise and get behind the whole transition. He envisioned them as two lesbians living together forever. He loved Cynthia but didn't want to go backward. He loved being Denise too much. He felt his eyes welling up with tears. He started to cry and felt his breasts quivering as the sobs came out of his chest. "I didn't want to hurt her. I just want to be happy. Is that a crime?" Frank was on his feet and reaching out to hold Denise as she broke down. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He held her tightly as she sobbed. Denise knew she was wrong. She leaned into his hard body and cried on his strong chest. It felt good being held so closely until she felt his large member pressing against her stomach. She reached one hand down and stroked its length from outside his pants. "God, you're a real pig. This turns you on?" Frank laughed. "Actually, I'm not aroused at all. This is what it feels like." Denise continued to outline the shape through his dress pants with her hand. The material was thin enough that she could discern all his major anatomical parts. My, she thought. He's bigger than anything I have ever taken into me. She tried to imagine it erect. As if he could read her mind, Frank whispered, "It really doesn't grow much bigger. It just gets really hard." Denise composed herself and stepped away. "What happens to me, to us, if I sign the name change papers?" "Nothing, really. It simply makes it official on all legal documents. It's just a name change. It's much more complicated to request a gender change. But, we'll do that, too. When you're ready." "What surgeries?" "Your Adam's apple is shaved. Your brow is shaved. Your chin and cheeks are sculpted and implants are added. Your nose is done. Your voice is changed and made higher by tightening your vocal cords. Your ears are pinned closer to your head. Your hairline is adjusted." Denise didn't blink. "Who's doing it?" Frank mentioned a leading plastic surgeon's name. "How did you get the appointment so quickly?" "I met with your wife a month ago when she came in to ask for a divorce. I made the appointment the next day." "How much is this going to cost?" Frank named a figure. "You can afford it. Your wife already wrote a check for half two weeks ago." Denise signed the name change papers and the permission for the surgical procedures. She sighed. Then she turned to Frank and picked up the executor papers. "I'll be damned if I am giving you control of my life. Fuck You." She ripped the papers up. Frank smiled. "Good. I really didn't want the burden. Your wife can have that pleasure." Denise turned and pushed on Frank's chest indicating he should sit back down in the chair. After he sat, she climbed into his lap. "Now, tell me about how it gets hard." She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. One hand snaked down into his lap and sought him out. Frank reached around and softly stroked her small breasts, circling the nipples gently. He nuzzled her ears and inhaled her perfume. Chapter Four By the time the girls returned from their shopping spree, Denise was setting the table. Frank was reading the paper and the news was on T.V. Iris grinned as she walked in. "Doesn't this look all domestic." She held up her bags. "Do you all want to see what we bought?" Charli and Cynthia, watched Denise wearing an apron and busying herself in the kitchen. She had changed into a simple summer dress and flats. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Cynthia smiled at Denise. "Somebody looks all satisfied. Did you convince Frank to take you for a ride?" Denise stopped in her tracks. "No. I didn't. Frank and I talked and then I took a nap. I woke up and decided to make a lasagna and salad for dinner. Anybody hungry?" Frank held Cynthia's arm and gestured. "Denise is at her happiest when she's pleasing everybody. Look at her beaming! Charli announced, "I'm starved! But only if there're garlic bread and red wine." Frank put down his paper. "Ladies, are we having the fashion show before or after the wine? Denise, can you whip us up some hors d oeuvres, too?" Denise looked momentarily confused. Cynthia took Denise by the hand. She looked back at her lover. "Don't worry, Frank. Us girls will make something out of nothing, just for you. C'mon, cutie." She pulled Denise into the kitchen. Cynthia smiled. "That apron looks good on you. You keep it and I'll find another for me. How are you and Frank getting along? Isn't he a nice guy? I knew you'd like him. He's just so honest and sweet." Denise looked at his wife. "I don't know about all that. I mean, I haven't slept with him. But, he's okay." "Oh, don't act all uppity. You and Charli have been having a pretty good time. We talked all about you while we were shopping. And isn't Charli cute? Don't you just love that body?" Cynthia was getting out pickles and olives and putting them into little dishes. She unwrapped a block of cheese and put it on a cutting board. She handed her husband a box of crackers and a plate. Denise took the plate and opened the box of crackers. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm sorry." Cynthia turned and waited expectantly. "I'm sorry I've been so selfish these past three years. I never thought about your needs. I was wrong. Can you forgive me?" Cynthia smiled. "I already have. With Frank's help, I've come to realize you're no different than anyone else. And once we make a few adjustments, I think we're going to do just fine." "Adjustments?" "You'll see, darling. We're going to take it one step at a time. No rush. I still love you." She took the plate of crackers from Denise's hands and set them down. Cynthia put her arms around her. She pulled Denise in tight and hugged her. Then she kissed her on the lips. Denise kissed back and fought to hold the tears in. She tried to smile. "You're all that I want. I don't need anyone else. I love you, too." "Okay, then. Let's take the man his appetizers. Your lasagna smells good." After a couple glasses of wine and dinner, Denise sat in Frank's lap while the girls showed off their outfits. It was fun and everyone had a good time. Then, everyone helped with the dishes as they opened more wine. They all sat in the living room and chatted until Frank announced it was bedtime. "Denise needs a good night sleep because tomorrow is her surgery. Cynthia, I think you should help her put together an overnight bag and tomorrow, you can drive her to the hospital. There's no more eating or drinking for you, Denise. But the rest of us can continue to enjoy our night." Denise followed Cynthia into the guest room. She watched while her wife pulled out a few things for the hospital stay. Then she tucked them into an overnight bag. Cynthia talked while she folded the clothes. "The doctor said you'll stay for two days and then come home to recuperate. Naturally, you'll have to return to have your dressings removed and for follow-up appointments." Denise was staring at the bag on the bed and didn't notice Frank come into the room. He held a glass and a pill in his hands. "Here's something to help you to sleep tonight." Denise took the pill and popped it into her mouth. She drank the water and handed the glass back to Frank. "Thank you." Frank smiled and put his hand in the middle of Cynthia's back. "C'mon, Cyn. Iris and I are ready for bed. It's time. Denise was sad to hear that. She was hoping to sleep with her wife tonight. "Goodnight, Cynthia. Thank you." She kissed her and watched as she left with Frank. Dennis took a deep breath. He was all alone in the guest room and his wife was sleeping with Iris and Frank in his bed. It was like all the controls were in someone else's hands. He sat down on the bed and felt the tears rolling down his face. Then, he felt someone else sitting on the bed next to him and arms reaching around to hold him. He was pulled into a soft cushion of breasts, then kissed on the lips. "Don't worry, Denise. It's going to be all right. You'll see. Everything works out. And when the surgeries are done, you're going to be the most beautiful woman." Denise was shaking with anxiety. "Charli. I'm not sure about all of this. Frank's in there fucking Cynthia and Iris. And tomorrow, they're going to operate on me. What do I do?" "Well, for one thing, Cynthia gave me all the toys that you had in your bedroom, so we have all night to see how they work. I mean, I can't wait to try this one out." She held up the double ended dildo and grinned. Denise felt the tears welling up again and the enormous feelings of helplessness wash over her. She shook her head. Then, the pill started to kick in and she wasn't feeling depressed and alone anymore. She stood up and took off her dress and hung it up. Standing there naked, she started to undress Charli and kiss her everywhere. "Well, we're going to need a lot of lube to use that." They both laughed when Charli pulled a new tube out of the paper bag. The next morning, Dennis was having trouble finding the right words to say to his wife. At first, he was angry over her obvious affair and infatuation with Frank. And then he wanted to say how frightened he was about his surgery. He worried that it would all sound shrill and juvenile since he had created this whole mess to begin with. So he ended up saying nothing. When they arrived at the hospital, the nurses helped him into a wheelchair and rolled him away. The last thing he saw was Cynthia waving and signing forms. Denise was helped out of her clothes and into a gown. She was put on a gurney and an IV inserted in her arm. She was belted in and wheeled down to surgery. She met her doctor. The anesthesiologist was having her count backward from ten. When she woke up, she couldn't move. She was strapped in firmly. There was gauze wrapped around her head. Even her lips were taped shut. She was feeling no pain, just a numbness all over. A nurse appeared and looked into her eyes. "Do you understand me, Denise?" She smiled and nodded a tiny bit. She blinked her eyes. "Good. Now, let me explain. You can't talk because the doctor tightened your vocal cords and you shouldn't talk for at least two weeks to heal properly. Your head was sandbagged into place because of all the changes the doctor made to your face. Everything came out perfectly but we didn't want you to move while you slept. We had to make sure nothing shifted as it healed. I'm going to take the tape off your lips and let you have some ice chips, okay?" After Denise had her ice chips the nurse checked all her bandages. "You've been unconscious for almost two days, so we have to take things very slowly. If you try to move too quickly, you'll get dizzy and sick. I'm going to take the restraints off your arms and legs now." Denise still couldn't feel anything. Her whole head felt numb and well, she still felt medicated and out in LaLa Land. "Good. Now, I'm going to free your head from the sandbags. Okay? Don't try to move too quickly." Even when the restraints were removed, Denise had no feeling in her face and head. "Now, I'm going to reach under the sheet and remove your catheter. You might feel a little pinch on your penis." Denise felt the tube slide out and suddenly had the urge to pee. "You think you want to use the bathroom, right? Well, you don't need to. It's that damn tube makes you feel that way. Look, Denise. Look who's here to help you take your first steps. It's your wife, Cynthia. Doesn't she look pretty?" Cynthia moved into Denise's line of vision. "Hi, sweetie. I wanted to be here when you woke up. Don't freak when you see yourself in the mirror. You look like you got hit by a truck. You're all bloody and bruised. The doctor says the swelling and the bruises will be gone in two weeks. He said you'll start to get some feeling back in your face too." Denise made a shocked look with her eyes, raised her hands, and spread her fingers. "Well, honey. Your entire face was rebuilt so it's going to take some time to heal. You can talk to Charli all about it. She had it done over a year ago. She's an expert." The nurse helped him sit up. Dennis struggled. He glanced down at his gown and saw bandages on his chest. While he couldn't feel anything he could see bandages on his hips, too. He turned to Cynthia and pointed. "Oh that. That's my little surprise for you. It's my gift for you. While you were under, I arranged for the doctor to give you pretty boobies and a butt to match. You're going to be a C cup too, just like me. We'll be able to share bras, honey. Won't that be great? Chapter Four Dennis and Cynthia were sitting in the surgeon's office waiting to meet with the doctor. It had been two weeks since the surgery. Two weeks of no talking. It seemed wrong to voice his complaints on paper, so all he wrote were requests for bare essentials. That meant no complaining, no griping, and no to a lot of other things, too. Between the pain and the soreness, sex sucked. It was not the drunken, rough and tumble, no holds barred sex he's gotten accustomed to with his pal, Charli. And all that silence gave Dennis a lot of time to reflect. Ever since Frank had entered their lives and their home, everything changed. For three years, Cynthia believed Dennis had gynecomastia and the medicine made him impotent. He lied and kept his hormone regimen a secret. But, she never complained in bed. She was a good wife. She seemed satisfied. Now, Cynthia wasn't interested in their marriage. It all came to a screeching halt. Frank did stop their messy divorce. But Dennis and Cynthia weren't a couple anymore. Cynthia was with Frank and Iris. Dennis confronted her one evening when she was on her way to Frank's bedroom. He wrote, "Why can't we be together like other couples?" She didn't hesitate. "I don't want to sleep with a sissy." A sissy? Was Dennis a sissy? He didn't even know what a sissy was. He was a part-time female. He liked going to work, doing taxes, and helping people with their businesses. He found Charli and wrote, "what is a sissy?". Charli grinned. "I'm a sissy. I love sex and enjoy pleasing my partner. My sex organs are just a dangle between my legs. I'm not doing any guy things. I'm a thing of beauty and I like the idea that people find me desirable." Well, that wasn't Dennis. He still had his manhood and he wasn't giving that up even if it was part-time. Sure, maybe his unit didn't work without a little help. But, he still had orgasms like a man. And he didn't like the sound of the word 'sissy' either. Dennis wasn't accustomed to changes. Before Frank entered the picture, every morning he put on a business suit and go down to the office. With his two friends from college, they'd created a very successful accounting firm. It had a solid reputation and they managed many lucrative business accounts. At the end of their third year, their bonuses were equivalent to three times their yearly salaries. He railed. How could he be a sissy when he was the owner of a successful company? He might have gone a bit overboard with his hobby but he still worked hard as a guy. These past two weeks had been miserable. Dennis realized he'd made a bad judgment getting carried away with the whole Denise thing.and signing those papers. Dennis had never even read them!. After too much partying and drinking, he'd agreed to the facial feminization surgeries. They sounded like fun. Impulsively, he'd agreed to the name change and let his wife be his executor and legal guardian during his surgery and recovery. It was supposed to make him happy. It wasn't all working out. His new surprise implants threw him for a loop. Before his surgery, he filled an A cup. He had the prettiest nipples and aureoles. His three years of hormones had worked wonderfully. His little boobs were sensitive. And, he could wrap them beneath an Ace bandage and hide them under his suit all day long. But, while he was under for his facial feminization surgery, Cynthia decided to surprise him with huge C-cup breasts, generous curvy hips, and a big bubble butt to match. He hadn't seen his body yet, but he could feel all the implants floating around whenever he moved. Because of all these changes, he wouldn't be able to hide anymore. In his mind, he thought of the facial feminization surgery as something he would still work around. He imagined that he would still be Dennis at work. He might look more androgynous but he assumed he'd still pass. But, with this new body, that plan went out the window. He couldn't put on a business suit and be a man anymore. He sat there waiting to see the doctor and getting more and more agitated. He was nervous and upset. He wasn't feeling good at all. Cynthia turned to him. "Are you all right? You look stressed." Dennis looked at her. "I'm really worried and frightened. This is starting to seem like a nightmare." Cynthia smiled. "You're going to be fine. Just wait until the doctor takes off your bandages. Then you'll feel much better." The nurse called Denise and they both stood up and went into the examination room. The same nurse helped Denise take off her clothes. She sat there on the table and watched as the nurse started from her head and took off all of the bandages. Dennis had seen his face already. He loved the changes. The cheek and chin implants changed his face completely making it look much more feminine. With his Adam's apple gone, his neck looked longer and more graceful. His brow shave was amazing. It made his eyebrows look arched and his eyes look so much bigger. And his hairline looked much more feminine. But, now he could see the thin line inside his hairline where he'd been cut. It looked raw and it was still healing. The nurse said to use vitamin E on the scar and it will disappear in a few months. Keep everything clean. Then she unwrapped her new boobs and Denise lost it. They were so big and beautiful, too. She touched them and turned sideways and looked in the mirror. They were amazing. The implants fit her body completely and felt natural. While she was lost admiring her bust, the nurse unwrapped her backside and hips. Now, Denise could see her whole body staring back at her. She felt the tears in her eyes. This was the most amazing transformation she'd ever seen. It was as if a fairy godmother had waved her wand. The surgeon came in. She smiled. "Please stand and let me see what we have. All your incisions are healing and you'll look even better in a month or two when everything settles into place. You'll be much more natural, then." Denise couldn't stop staring at herself. She was using one hand to cover up her genitals as she turned and looked in the mirror. Finally, the doctor held her wrist and pulled it away from her penis and scrotum. "When you're ready, we'll take care of that little problem, too." Dennis felt the room spinning and had to sit down. Chapter Six When the doctor indicated they could take care of that 'little problem' Dennis felt the room spinning. That little problem was the center of his universe. Sure, he liked the way he looked. But, this was all too crazy. He wasn't ready to have his genitals changed. He looked up to see the doctor and Cynthia anxiously staring down at him. The room was coming into focus. "Are you all right, Denise?" After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Dennis looked down at the towel in his lap. It covered his genitals. "I am, doctor. I'm sorry. Maybe we are moving a bit too fast or it's hot in here or I just got too excited seeing my new body. I don't know why I got faint and dizzy, but I'm all right now." "Good. So let's finish up. You might not realize it but you've been using your new voice ever since you came in here. What do you think?" Dennis didn't even realize he'd been talking. "Oh, you're right. I guess I was preoccupied with all that was going on. But, it's fine, no, it's really beautiful." "Good. You're going to have to practice your inflection, your tone, and your lilt. Try to record your voice and play it back. Make it your top priority because a woman's voice can make or break her." "Your nose will still be swollen for a few months. One day, you'll wake up and it will be just what we wanted. That's something we can't rush. Just don't use your face as a battering ram. All the parts are in place and perfect. As time goes by, your implants will meld with your body and become part of you. You just need to be careful. Dennis hugged her doctor and thanked her. He knew that's what Denise would have done. Then he kissed his wife gently on the cheek and thanked her, too. It wasn't what he wanted to do, but Cynthia was treating him like a dumb, younger sister and he figured he'd play along. Life had been a whirlwind. Within a week of Frank coming into to his life, he had lost his wife and marriage, he'd agreed to have his name changed, and he'd been completely feminized in one day of surgery. It was done and would take a long while to undo if he chose. He'd gone online and researched how to move backward while he waited to recover. He just wanted to understand his options, just in Denise was a complete mistake. When he and Cyn got in the car, he flipped down the visor and checked himself in the mirror. Every time he stared in the mirror, he felt a rush that he'd only gotten in the past with dressing. Now that the bruising was gone, he could see a very pretty face staring back at him. He didn't need makeup to feel feminine. He wasn't sure whether he should scream with joy or mourn the loss of his manhood. It all scared him. He loved his new self but was afraid to admit it. In the past, he'd spend hours dreaming about looking pretty. Now he was pretty. Incredible, he thought. He couldn't wait to see his new body and face all prettied up. He was walking on Cloud Nine but was afraid to admit it to anyone. When they were in the car, Cynthia turned and smiled. "Are you pleased, Denise?" "I guess I am. It's still hard to deal with. I guess I'm stuck and still have to figure out how to deal with this. For years, I kept it all hidden and under control, and now everyone knows." "Well, I hope you're happy." "I'd be a lot happier if Frank went away and left the two of us to work it out. I still want to be married to you." "If you wanted to be married, why did you take hormones and blockers?" "I guess I really like being pretty and feeling feminine." "And when were you going to tell me that you wanted to change your gender?" "I guess I was going to tell you eventually, but I was afraid you'd leave me. I was hoping after a while, you'd fall in love with Denise and then we could cry together and move on." "Denise, you live in a fairytale world. What happened to making me happy or caring about what I want? Did you ever ask me if I wanted children? Did you ask me if I wanted to become a lesbian?" Dennis didn't say anything for the longest time. He was trying to figure out where he went wrong. "Is that why you hate me?" Cynthia sighed. "I don't hate you. I love you, Denise. But, I don't want to be married to a woman. I'm not a lesbian and I wanted to be happily married to a man. Let's face it, Denise. You don't want to be a man." He heard what she said. It was tough to say out loud. "I guess you're right, Cynthia." "But cheer up little sissy. I have a surprise for you when we get home. I know you're going to like it." "Really?" Cynthia smiled. No one was home when they walked through the door. She took him by the hand and smiled. "C'mon, sugar. We're getting a shower together." Dennis was getting excited. Cynthia was acting like her old self and well, a shower after two weeks of sponge baths sounded pretty good. They both stripped down and Cynthia kissed him with some passion. She fondled his nipples and caressed his breasts. Then she kissed each one. She reached down pulled on him. The shower was the best he'd ever had. They played with each other and he even got hard. Oh joy, he thought. Maybe this was their future after all. When they got out, Cyn helped dry him off and then pushed him back on the bed. She spread his legs and lifted them in the air. She opened her nightstand drawer and got out a large dildo and lube. As she pushed his legs up high against his shoulders, she pressed her mouth on his sex. Dennis was making very girly noises with his new voice. Especially when Cynthia used the dildo on him, while she performed oral. He had the most delightful orgasm. He loved hearing his new voice cry out with pleasure. He loved feeling himself drained completely. Cynthia kept going until Dennis screamed over and over. Then Cynthia looked up and whispered, "one more surprise." She reached into her nightstand and got out a little, bright red device that Dennis had never seen before. "You're going to love this!" Dennis watched her slip it over his genitals. It cuffed around him and covered his penis. She clicked it into place. Dennis had trouble seeing it past his boobs, so Cynthia got a hand mirror out of her bathroom. She held it down so he could see it. It shined like jewelry. "What is it?" "It's a chastity device. It will keep you from getting an erection." Dennis was confused. "Now, why would I like that?" "I think you'll find it opens up a whole new world for you. It's going to encourage you to learn how to have an orgasm other ways." "But, I like having my orgasm. Didn't you enjoy our little romp? "Well, to be honest with you, Denise, I haven't enjoyed our little romps for years. It's still all about you. I mean, I'm a woman and I like when a man makes me feel more feminine and takes me." She yanked on his genitals. "Honey, you're so pretty. You've finally found your way. I love you and care deeply about you. But, I think to be in love with someone, they have to ring your bell." Dennis tried to swallow this truth. He wanted to deny it. But he had to admit she was right. "I've already apologized and was hoping we could start over again. I hoped that you'd be willing to give our relationship another try." Cyn shook her head. "No. I said I love you and that has to be enough. But, hey. Let's talk about your containment device here. Now, you don't have to worry about your little erections interfering with your pretty lady-like ways. It keeps you tucked down between your legs and look, no bulge. No more problems down there. Instead, you can concentrate on pleasing your man and working on those whole-body orgasms like Charli has. Right?" Dennis nodded. "Uh, when does it come off?" "Oh, baby. It comes off on its own. It's locked on tight. When you've shrunk down small enough, it just falls off." "Shrunk down?" "Oh, Denise, you can't keep your secrets forever. Frank and I took a look at your medications. You know, the medicine you take for your condition." Denise shrugged. "Yeah, about that. I was wrong to lie to you." "We even talked to your counselor and your endocrinologist." "Is it legal for them to talk to you about me?" "Sure it is. I'm your legal executor and guardian and Frank is our attorney." "Oh." "We discovered you've been taking anti-androgens to block your testosterone past the point of permanently. You'd been purposely castrating yourself. And all the while taking an estrone product to begin a woman's puberty. And this was all kept from the one who loved and married you." Dennis didn't have anything to rebut. She was right. Cynthia didn't smile. "Anyone that secretly plots to castrate themselves should embrace that little piece of jewelry between your legs. You're a sissy now. You don't need your own erections." Dennis finally found a leg to stand on. "But, you're wrong Cyn. I didn't take the anti-androgen for that. I took it to make the estrogen work a little better. And I didn't take all that much. The doses were small ones. You can ask my endocrinologist. I loved my little breasts. And I still love my penis. Sure, it takes an awful lot more effort to get hard, but I can have a nice orgasm." "Oh, but this will be a whole new experience. And it's so much more womanly. This way, you'll be horny all the time. You'll find yourself thinking about your lover, you'll romanticize all your conversations. You can daydream always hoping for sex. And then you can start to learn how to get yourself off with a dildo." Dennis shook his head. "And you said this thing's going to come off when I shrink up? How's going to shrink me?" "Well, for one thing, when you don't use something it atrophies. For another thing, your doctors increased your dosages after your surgeries. It moves your transition along faster. I forgot. Just ask Charli. It's just what Iris did for him. And you know, that little sissy begged for it." Denise felt a tear rolling down her face. She looked at Cynthia. "You hate me, don't you?" Cynthia kissed him on the lips. "Maybe I did, but not now. Now, I'm going to watch you learn. You're going to learn a lot about feelings, honey. Maybe you'll explore your own and start thinking about others, too." "What?" "Oh yeah. Your doctors were more than helpful. You'll get to thank them when you see them next week. I'll drive you to your appointment." "I thought I was going to be a woman. I thought that's what I wanted. I mean, aren't I just transgendered?" Cynthia laughed. "Well, honey. You certainly are going to be just as pretty as any woman and you can take pride in that. You'll wear beautiful clothes and you'll have the most feminine, gorgeous body. All the men will stare at you and hunger for you. But, baby. You don't know the first thing about being a real woman. Maybe you'll learn. Maybe." "What if I finished the surgeries and got a vagina?" "Well, right now, I'd say one step at a time. You learn to live with what you have and who you are. We can always revisit the topic down the line. But, right now, you need to master the art of receiving and pleasing." Denise mumbled, "receiving and pleasing?" "Well, honey. You're going to have to excuse me because I need to get dressed and put on my makeup. Why don't you go back down to your room and make yourself pretty? After all, the doctor said you can put on your prettiest face. Maybe we'll go out for drinks and flirt with the boys. I'll bet you're going to like that." Dennis got up off the bed. When he walked, the little metal straps reminded him of what he was soon to lose." Chapter Seven On the way home from the doctor's office Dennis had tried his best to win Cynthia's love. It failed. She had her mind made up. When she got this way Dennis found that letting her clear her mind helped. Sometimes, he'd take her out to dinner or on a shopping spree and then the ice would melt. But, now Frank was in the way and Cynthia just ignored him which filled him with the pain of a broken heart. And now Cynthia had fitted with this little piece of jewelry. It was a real nuisance. His erections hadn't been exciting. Maybe they were pathetic, but in a sneaky way, he loved them like that. It made him feel much more feminine. Now when the bands constricted and made it impossible to have anything at all. His orgasms now had to happen inside in his prostate. And when he did he dribbled a lot. Now, Dennis had to wear a sanitary pad in the bottom of his panties all the time. He felt secure about embarrassing bulges. If he wore a gaff, he could wear anything he wanted including yoga pants and tights. That was a plus. When Charli spotted his new chastity device he was in love with Denise's little piece of jewelry. He even said he wished he had his back and how much he enjoyed the pain of chastity. Of course, Charli was crazy. He was a great play-pal and wonderful in bed, but certifiably nuts. One good thing was his business partners sent him three file boxes of work to do. He had taken everything downstairs to the basement and set up an office there. He'd work on accounts for three or four hours and lose himself in the labor. He'd occasionally talk to Jack or Fred about some clients. The first time he called, Jack commented on his voice and how nice it sounded. Jack asked how he was doing and if he was pleased. He wished him well and to hurry back. Dennis said he'd have to wait for the doctor to release him, but he appreciated the distraction of the files. He begged him to keep them coming. He admitted that he missed the work and was going a bit stir crazy. "Do you want company? I'd love to visit you and talk for a while." "Really? Well, that's nice of you to offer. Give me a day or two and I'll get back to you on that." Dennis had to smirk. Even though his voice certainly sounded feminine, Jack kept calling him Dennis and using masculine pronouns. He wondered what would happen when they came face to face. Jack and Fred had been his roommates all through college. They were roommates but not social friends. Neither of the guys were married and both still actively dated. Of course, he was the unusual one to get married right out of college. They both laughed and said at twenty-five marriage wasn't an option. Cynthia came down the basement to chat. She'd been coming down a couple of times a day to check on him. This time, when she came down, Dennis told her about Jack coming over to visit. "Well, that's great, Denise. He's such a nice guy. I'm sure you're looking forward to getting back to work with your friends. And I'll bet he's dying of curiosity to see you. Won't he be surprised?" Dennis thought about that. It was going to be so weird to have to face his old roommates and partners. He wondered about that. "You're going to need a trip to the salon, Denise. You've got to fine- tune that look of yours." Dennis thought for a second. "You're right. I do need some work. What do you think about my hair?" Cynthia ran her fingers through it. It was short for a woman and very long for a man. "I would talk to an expert, but I would think extensions, color, and a body perm. After all, at twenty-five, a girl should have beautiful long hair that's a badge of honor." Dennis thought about that. "Hmm. Color?" "Highlights and brighteners. Your color isn't terrible but with a little work could be beautiful. And you need some holes in your ears. We can share earrings. All the pretty ones you've bought me. But, I think you need your own fragrance. No more borrowing my perfume." Dennis had that guilty look. "Of course, I knew. It was all over the sheets, your pillow, and some of your clothes, too. I'm sure Jack would smell it occasionally at work." "Do you think they knew or suspected?" "Honey, you're kidding. You were way past a metrosexual. You were a walking billboard that said cross-dressing fairy for the past three years. C'mon." Dennis blushed. "No, I'm just teasing. No one would know. You did a very admiral job of hiding yourself away." Dennis breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll call and make an appointment. That's great. You're going to have your own stylist!" Cynthia drove Dennis to his appointment. Before they went, Cya gave him tips on how to dress and how to speak. She schooled him in the language and the ways of a beauty salon. Denise wore a simple blouse and skirt. She wore eyeliner and mascara and a bit of lipstick. She was wearing an expensive perfume that Dennis had given Cynthia last Christmas. Cynthia announced it was now hers. Her operator smiled and welcomed her. Her name was Tiffany and she was around thirty. She smelled of tobacco and Spearmint gum. Denise knew she was prettier than Tiffany. They started with hair extensions. They seemed awfully long to Denise. Tiffany assured her once they were trimmed and given a body perm, they'd be perfect. Denise was offered a glass of wine and sipped it while she watched the extensions completely take over her whole head. After a while, she closed her eyes. She woke up to the smell of coloring solutions and watched as hair was pulled through the holes in a rubber cap and painted with different color pastes. She had another glass of wine. Tiffany asked her how many holes did she want in each ear? Denise asked Tiffany her opinion and ended up with three holes in each ear and a cuff at the top of one ear. While Tiffany punched the holes and fit in hoops and studs, Denise watched. Then, they took the cap off and washed her hair. The colors seemed a bit bright but Tiffany assured her that in two days and a few washings they'd fade. Then, she had rollers put in her new, long hair and another smelly chemical was put on her head. She sat in a bonnet under a fan until the timer went off. Denise was glad she wasn't driving. When they took out the rollers, she was glad she had on the chastity device. If not, she would have gotten a huge erection just looking at herself. Her new head of hair made her a living doll. Tiffany gushed. "Now, don't you just love it?" Denise nodded, fighting back tears. She was looking at her dream image in the mirror. Tiffany suggested she have her brows shaped and her makeup done professionally. While Denise was waiting for the appointment, she had a manicure and pedicure. By the time she was watching her brows shaped and her makeup done, the whole afternoon had passed. When Cynthia came to collect her, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh my gosh, sister. You're prettier than I am. That's not fair." Denise brought up the sister thing again when they were in the car. "Why are you constantly referring to me as your little sister?" "Oh, that's right. You didn't even read your name change application. I forgot. Well, you got a full name change, not just Denise. You're not a Crosby anymore, you're an Olsen." Denise did a double take. "Your maiden name?" "Frank thought that it was a simple plan. Rather than you having to explain about your transition and the fact that you used to be my husband, you can simply say you're my sister. If you want to tell someone the whole story, that's up to you." Dennis thought about it and it did make sense. He was still trying to see the downside of it. "How's that going to work at our business? Did Frank decide on that, too." "Of course, he did. Frank's really smart. Both Jack and Fred understand that sometimes it's just easier to introduce you as Denise Olsen and that's who you're going to be. I heard you're going to get a promotion too. You're not only a partner but you're going to be the general manager of the company." Dennis thought about that. He really did run the show anyway, so he liked the title. He wondered how Frank convinced the guys. Well, he'd find out when he talked to them. Cynthia looked directly at him. "I still can't get over how good you look. I mean it. You're beautiful, honey. It really is a shame I'm not a lesbian." Denise looked in the visor mirror and admired her new hair. And her makeup was the best it had ever looked. She was going back and get lessons from Belle, the woman who made her up. She wasn't listening to Cynthia and was lost in dreamland looking at herself. She turned to her sister with a blank look on her face. "I'm sorry. You said something?" "Sure. I told you we're going out for Happy Hour to celebrate your new look. We're headed to MacTools for drinks." "MacTools? Seriously, why?" Cynthia laughed. "Yeah. I know Dennis would have been intimidated to step in there, but that used to be one of my favorite hangouts when I turned twenty-one. You'll knock them dead there, sis. You're quite a head turner now." Denise felt herself blushing. She felt a bit under-equipped to go there. It was all about young, beautiful women and wealthy men of all ages. It was a very high-class meat market. "Well, we can go, but for a little while. Or else, I'll call an Uber and split on my own. I've got poc