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Hiding in Plain Sight Belladonna [Author's Note: Based on a caption by Commentator.] Ben clasped his head as his harried sister and wife fretted over what was to become of him. He was more consumed by the fear of what would happen if his wife found out the whole truth. She knew that he had seen a crime committed by a ruthless criminal cartel. The true story of how he got there, however, was closely guarded. He could not bring himself to admit the truth that he was escorting a young woman to her apartment when the incident occurred. Everyone had seemed to believe his story that he was just scouting for a new business opportunity in the area. It was something he often did at night after work in order to deflect any unwanted conclusions by his wife about where he was spending most nights before he returned home. The killing he had witnessed weighed on him immediately. The reality got even worse when his mistress du jour was killed by the same outfit that they had unwittingly observed. It was at that moment that he concluded that he could no longer deny that the criminals knew that their crime had not gone unnoticed. With the realization that the killers were likely closing in on him, Ben went to the police. He told them everything he saw, but he hid the true reason why he was in the area. The police took his statement and brought it to the prosecutor's office. The statement and his positive identification of the perpetrators helped to secure a string of Federal indictments. Ben's nervousness about being discovered by the killers had left him unable to sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time for more than a month. He was at wits end before the Assistant Prosecutor mistakenly disclosed his identity in open court. Now, his wife was trying to push him out of the area entirely. He was being told to give up his luxurious life to go into hiding in the witness protection program. That was not something that was even remotely acceptable in his mind. "Ben, going into hiding is the safest..." his wife began to insist. "We can't walk away from my company. There's too many people depending on us," Ben retorted, cutting her off. "Ben, it's too dangerous," his wife insisted. "What am I going to do? I can't leave everyone high and dry. Oh, Ben and Drew are gone, hey we all need new jobs." "Your sister can handle..." "It's not a one-man job," Ben retorted. "I guess, we could make arrangements," Natalie interjected. "What kind of arrangement?" Ben demanded to know, with his wife equally as interested. "Well, maybe Ben could still come to work." "How are we going to do that?" Drew asked while she threw her arms up to her sides, curious if Natalie was withholding the answer to all of their concerns. "What if we disguised Ben?" "That's not going to work..." Ben answered his sister in a dismissive tone before she cut him off. Natalie was peeved by his tone, but she continued, "I mean a real disguise. A 24-hour disguise." "Are you talking about surgery?" Ben asked, feeling alarmed by the prospect. "No, nothing permanent..." "I'm not doing surgery," Ben responded with a stern look. "I just said that it wouldn't involve surgery," Natalie replied, getting short with her brother for not listening to her again. "How would it work?" Drew inquired. "We need you to become someone that they wouldn't look twice at," Natalie answered as she looked at Drew's husband. "If they see a guy with a fake nose..." "No. We'd have to go much deeper than that." "How much deeper?" "You couldn't look anything like yourself. We can't just change your face. We'd need to disguise your height, your weight, your build. We need to throw them off the trail entirely." "What are you saying? Are you looking to put me in a fat suit, because I can always see Eddie Murphy through..." "No!" "Then, what are you getting at?" Ben demanded to know. "Ben, do you know what Serena does?" "No," Ben answered, having never felt the need to inquire about what his sister's friend from college did for a living. "Well, she runs a place that can help you." "What does she do?" "She does makeovers." Ben gave his sister a confused look. Drew leaned back on her heels as she tried to process the implications of what Natalie was saying. Ben shook his head as he began to inquire, "Exactly, how would a makeover..." "Male to female makeovers," Natalie specified before her brother could complete his inquiry. Ben stared at his sister in silence with his mouth agape. His mind was swimming while he wondered if his little sister had lost her grip on reality. "You think anyone would believe that I'm..." "You have to see her work," Natalie countered before she brought up the website on her phone. Ben shook his head at his sister and brushed aside her hand when she tried to show him the photographs. Natalie looked at Drew and said, "Drew, please talk some sense into him." Drew shook her head while she responded, "I don't think..." "Just look at the pictures," Natalie pleaded. Drew reached for Natalie's phone with hesitant movements. Ben continued to shake his head before he saw his wife's eyes widen as she inspected the before and after pictures. "Are these real?" Drew asked with an astonished expression. "And untouched," Natalie answered with a nod. "Who would touch these..." Ben countered. "This is a real option," Drew said, cutting her husband off in the process. "For who?" Ben asked. "You could definitely pull this off," Drew answered. "Have you drank the Kool-Aid?" "This is real," Drew rejoined as held the photograph composite of a before and after shots. "Drew, I don't want to be a girl," Ben retorted, unable to believe he was having a conversation about feminizing himself with his wife and sister. "And I don't want to be a widow," Drew rejoined. "There has to be another way." "Name it," Drew demanded. Ben stared into his wife's eyes and sensed she was fighting off tears. Ben was silent for a few moments. Drew shook her head as she said, "You stay and you stay Ben, you die. You go, you live. If you stay, but become someone else, you've got a real chance to live with us." Ben put his head down when he saw the tears coming down his wife's cheeks. He always hated the sight of her crying. He put his arm around her and tried to comfort her. Drew wiped away her tears before she said, "I need you to make a choice, Ben." "What do you have to lose?" Natalie asked. "My dignity..." "It's not worth your life," Drew sniffed. Ben gazed at his sister and saw her nod her head in agreement. Ben scrunched his face before he asked, "What if it doesn't work?" "Then, we'll abort the idea. You'll have to go." "I can't go..." "THEN, WE HAVE TO MAKE IT WORK," Drew yelled before she buried her tear stained face into her husband's shoulder. "Is Serena a talker?" Ben asked his sister while he stroked Drew's back. "She's chatty, but she's not loose lipped. Discretion is her stock and trade, and she knows you're in trouble. She would do anything to help me." "You trust her?" "I'd trust her with my life," Natalie answered. Ben nodded to himself before he asked his wife, "You really want me to do this?" "I want you to go into hiding until it's safe," Drew countered. "That's not an..." "Then, I want you to do this," Drew replied, preventing her husband from finishing his sentence once more. Natalie gave Ben an expectant look before she asked, "Do you want me to call her?" "See what she can do," Ben said while he sat down and stared at the floor of Natalie's living room. Natalie left the room to make a phone call. Ben and Drew overheard the short conversation. Ben's head rose when he heard the word "Today" come from his sister's excited lips. Ben gave his wife a nervous glance. She gave him a soft smile while she explained, "That would be for the best." Ben nodded to himself again. He wondered how the circumstances had played out to make her statement potentially true. Shortly thereafter, Natalie came over to them to tell them that Serena could squeeze him in that afternoon. The confirmation of his belief made Ben's stomach sink. He knew that he had little to no time to reconsider his choice to try Natalie's idea. With the decision made, Ben put on his makeshift disguise and started towards his sister's car. Natalie got into the driver's seat, while Ben sunk low in the back seat. Drew situated herself in the front passenger seat last before Natalie pulled away from her home. She made several evasive movements throughout the drive to see if anyone was tailing them. Relieved to find that no car continued on their path, Natalie parked in front of Serena's shop feeling that her brother would be safe. Ben walked into the shop with knots in his stomach. He doubted that Serena could make anything approximating a woman out of him. He was certain that men like him could not make a respectable looking woman. Natalie hit the bell and waited for Serena to emerge and greet them. Serena gave her a friend a wide smile and a hug before she greeted Ben. Ben had not seen the girl in years. She maintained much of the youthful attractiveness he remembered her having to his dismay. While he was happily married, the idea that an attractive woman would be helping to conceal his masculinity behind layers of frills and lace made him sick to his stomach. As Serena finished her greetings with Drew, she turned her attention to Ben. She looked him up and down and said, "I can work with this." "You think you can make him look believable?" Drew inquired. "We call it passable in my line of work," Serena explained with a smile before she added, "He'll definitely be passable when I'm done with him. He's always had such great bone structure. I was always interested to see how he would..." "Serena, this is very serious. We can't let anyone know who he really is," Drew explained, fearing the confident woman was missing the gravity of the situation. "Natalie told me all about it. It's like I promised her, his own mother wouldn't be able to tell he was ever anything but a woman by the time I'm done with him." Ben doubted that very much, but there was no such test possible in his life anymore. Drew nodded as she made clear, "This is a matter of life and death." "Don't worry, when Ben's hiding in plain sight in nylons, no one will be any the wiser." "Who said I'm wearing nylons?" Ben interjected as he crossed his arms, disgusted by the thought of wearing such a dainty garment. "You have to look professional," Natalie answered. "I can look professional in pants," Ben countered. "You have to get away from the Ben look," Natalie explained. "Ladies, don't worry. Ben won't look the slightest thing like himself by the time you leave today," Serena assured them. "Are you sure?" Ben asked. Serena responded with a nod before she waved for him to follow her into her backroom. Ben removed his makeshift disguise and waited for Serena to tell him what he was going to do next. "Okay, Ben. I'm going to need you to strip." "What was that?" Ben asked, reflexively crossing his arms as he did so. "We're going to need to wax you," Serena noted with a casualness that took Ben aback. "For what?" Ben inquired with alarm. "You need to be smooth for the prosthetics to really get a good seal on your skin," Serena answered. Serena gave Ben a motion to speed up taking off his clothes. Ben looked at his wife. She shrugged since she had no frame of reference to confirm if what Serena was saying was true, but she had no reason to doubt the girl. Ben removed each article of his clothing until he was standing before the girls clad only in his black briefs. Serena gave Ben's muscled body no discernable reaction before she motioned for him to lie upon the table. With a fluttering stomach, Ben forced his body onto the table and lied down face up. Serena made small talk with the girls while she began to apply the wax to his legs. Ben looked at his wife and asked, "Is this going to hurt?" "At first," she answered with a grimace. "It gets easier with time," Serena noted. "This is going to be a one-time thing," Ben replied, sure that the criminal enterprise was going to collapse once the boss was convicted. Natalie and Drew gave each other looks that conveyed that they did not share Ben's optimism. Ben wanted to inquire about the meaning conveyed by their expressions, but he felt the pull of the first strips from his legs first. Ben yelped, prompting bemused laughs from the girls. Ben gave his wife and sister an angry glare before Drew explained, "I'm sorry, baby, I just know I handle the pain better." "Well, you're used to it," Ben retorted. "I didn't shout that loud my first time," Drew rejoined. "Me either," Natalie added. "If it's any consolation, a lot of guys can't tough it out like girls," Serena interjected. "That's not any consolation, AT ALL," Ben countered, feeling weak in front of the wife and younger sister he had spent years protecting. Serena nodded before she pulled the next strip. Ben winced, but he managed to keep his whining to a minimum. Serena continued waxing away his body hair while she talked with Ben's sister and wife. Ben felt like an afterthought, except when Serena instructed him to move his body around so she could complete her work. Once the waxing was finished, Drew started approaching his body with molds. Ben gave her a curious look. Before Ben could even ask a question, Serena explained, "I'm going to make a mold of your torso and neck so that I can create forms that are going to hide everything just so." "That sounds expensive..." Ben began to complain. "This is your life we're talking about," Drew reminded her husband, irritated that he was thinking about money under such extenuating circumstances. Ben apologized before Serena began to prepare his body for the molds. She lubricated his skin before she applied the plaster. Drew and Natalie looked on with interest while they saw Ben's body being covered. The process was intriguing to them, even as it was somewhat disconcerting for Ben. Ben tried to think about anything other than the end goal of what was being done to him. It was hard to do as his wife and sister could not help but talk about his feminization. Serena noticed his unease and irritation over their conversations. She smiled softly at the two women as she advised, "You ladies don't have to be here." "We don't want to leave you," Drew replied while Serena finished making a mold of Ben's chest. "Don't worry! I've got this. He's going to take a while." "Well, we have other things we need to work on for him," Drew admitted before she asked her husband, "Are you going to be okay by yourself?" "I'll be fine," Ben responded, peeved about being spoken to like a child. "If you need anything..." "I'll be fine," Ben repeated, unable to hide his displeasure over the question. Drew and Natalie took the hint and left Ben with Serena to continue his feminization in private. "Do you mind if I put on some music?" Serena asked while she began to make a mold of his neck. "Please," Ben replied, hoping the music would sooth him. The music did just that while Serena continued the painstaking process of making molds of the various sections of his body. Serena's work was at times a mere nuisance for Ben, while at other times it was unpleasant. He hated the muffled sound of Serena's phone conversation with his sister, but he said not a word about it when Serena returned her attention to him. Still, nothing was more mortifying to Ben than when he had to stand nude so that she could make an accurate mold of his crotch and rear. As Serena began to wrap his crotch in plaster, Ben felt the need to note, "It's cold in here." A small smile came to Serena's face as she heard the familiar words from a patron before she said, "I know." Ben stammered with blushing cheeks while he added, "It's typically..." "Ben, you don't have to impress me," Serena interjected with a laugh. "I know, it's just..." "Humiliating for you to be having your dick wrapped in plaster by your sister's friend." "Yah. When you put it that way, it's even worse," Ben admitted with a nervous laugh. "Look, this stays between us. As far as I'm concerned, right now, you're just another girl." "We both know that's not true," Ben responded in a sheepish tone. "That's not the way I like to think about it. I like to think that I bring out the girl in a boy," Serena rejoined as she continued about her business. "But I'm still going to be Drew's husband..." "Ben is her husband, and, between us girls, Drew tells me he's well endowed." "Well, in the right conditions," Ben replied with blushing cheeks. "He's also pretty good in the sack, but we don't want him knowing that his wife talks about that sort of thing with his sister's friends." "I wish she would talk about that sort of thing with my friends," Ben responded with a laugh. "You have the same girl friends, now," Serena rejoined before she went about completing the mold. The return of his underwear brought back a small degree of modesty to him, but he felt that the damage of his sister's friend seeing him nude was done. Still, he kept his mouth shut and only spoke when she asked a question while she continued to make more molds and paused to prepare the prostheses from them. As she told him she was finished with the final mold, Ben inquired, "What about the rest of my legs?" "You don't need anything there. Your legs are big enough that they'll match the rest of your body." "But that's muscle?" "You put them in a pair of tights and it'll be hard to tell the difference between fat and muscle." Ben nodded, believing that it might be true. "Don't worry. Everyone is going to look at your body and think that you've got thunder thighs, not muscle tone," Serena joked. "Great," Ben replied with blushing cheeks. Serena laughed at the intended result of her light teasing before she said, "Just wait here while I finish making your next piece." Ben nodded as Serena left him again to begin preparing the final prostheses. Once she finished, she returned to the room with the prostheses that had been completed. Ben looked over the flesh colored mass that was moving about in Serena's hands. Serena told him to lie still as she worked the mask over his face and neck. She glued it in place and made sure that it was holding on firm before she left Ben alone with his thoughts. Once she reentered the room, Serena told Ben to stand up as she brought the torso piece over to him next. Ben looked at the heavy jiggling mass with a slack jaw. He could not believe how realistic it looked. As Ben got to his feet, he saw the mirror across the room. From a distance, he could not recognize himself from the neck up. His thick neck concealed any trace of an Adam's apple, while his skin looked smooth, but lightly wrinkled from age. He sensed he was staring at the face of a fat woman who was a good ten years his senior. "Holy shit," Ben mumbled to himself, for the first time letting himself believe the ruse might truly work. "Take off the boxers and step into this," Serena ordered. Ben cringed as he said, "It's really cold in here." "I won't look, just tell me when I can open my eyes," Serena responded before she added, "Just make sure your dick goes into the sleeve." "What sleeve?" "This one," Serena answered Ben's question while she pointed into the very bottom of the prosthetic. Ben nodded as Serena closed her eyes. While she stood in the room with her eyes closed, Ben removed his boxers and moved his legs through the torso piece that had been combined with his crotch mold to form a single prosthesis as he pulled it up his body. Ben watched in the mirror as the latex jiggled with the massive chest resting over his stomach. It was heavy and pulled his body forward as he worked his arms through the holes. As Ben's crotch neared the portion of the prosthetic running between his legs, he reached up into the piece and positioned his manhood into the sleeve Serena had shown him. "It's on," Ben said with some displeasure as the saw the way the piece hid his toned body behind layers of fake fat. Ben twisted his head to and from the side while he glanced across the room at his reflection in the mirror. Ben felt that he looked every inch a fat girl. He was as an unrecognizable as a woman as the girls had promised. He was the type of woman that his eyes passed over. There were always better looking and fitter options for a man like him. He knew that those days were gone for his near future. The best he could hope for was that his wife would remain blissfully unaware of his adultery and find away to pleasure him. Ben cringed while Serena looked over handiwork and said, "I did a good job on you." Ben could only nod as he saw no trace of the man that had entered her place of business that day. He was in disbelief by how real everything on him looked. Even as he looked down right at his massive breasts, he could not tell from a visual inspection that they were fake. The only give away was where his arms and legs met the edges of the prosthesis. The legs tapered slightly down near his crotch and were not too noticeable. He figured that they would be unseen when he wore clothing but the arms were clearly noticeable to him. Serena watched with a smirk as Ben's hands lingered to his sides. He was afraid to touch what was beneath his eyes. It was something he knew should not be there. "You can touch it," Serena said, reading his worries correctly. "It doesn't feel right," Ben replied. "It's yours. It's not like your touching some other woman's chest," Serena noted with a smile "Right," Ben said with a nod between heavy breaths. His hands trembled while he brought them up over his protruding fake stomach that moved with his touch. His hands froze as they reached the base of the slightly sagging breasts. He had never felt breasts like them before. Every girl he had slept with had pert breasts, real or fake. None were ever as large as the ones he was sporting at the moment. His hands pulled away with disgust before Serena counseled, "I know they're not Drew's, but that doesn't make it cheating." "I know," Ben admitted, feeling ashamed by the fact that they were not the second pair of breasts he had felt since his wedding night. "You have to get used to them," Serena advised. Ben clenched his eyes and fists. With a slow nod, Ben brought his hands back up to his breasts. His fingers pressed down into the fake flesh and felt the softness. It felt nearly like his wife's. Ben's eyes widened as he squeezed the breasts. The familiar feelings in his hands were not bringing about the same aroused results when he did such things to another girl. They were bringing only shame that he was touching his own breasts. As Ben's hands dropped from his breasts, Serena said, "Hold still." Ben froze as he saw the bra in her hands. She smiled as she said, "This should give your back a little break." "It doesn't feel bad." "Trust me. With breasts that big, it's going to start to hurt quick if you keep letting them bounce around." Ben nodded, having heard similar complaints from women in the past. He watched as Serena hooked the bra around his back and felt the instant relief of the shift of the burden of the weight on his chest to his shoulders. "How does that feel?" "Better," Ben admitted. "See, you should always listen to a woman when you're questioning the right way to be a woman." "That was never something that ever crossed my mind," Ben replied with honesty. "Well, things change." "Because shit happens," Ben rejoined, still irritated by the situation that had led him to this degrading shift in his life. "Everything happens for a reason," Serena advised while she went to retrieve his arm prosthetics. "That's just what people tell themselves to not feel like shit," Ben muttered to himself, unable to feel anything but despondent over his situation. Once Serena returned, Ben slipped his arms through the prosthetics that tapered towards his hands. The additional girth hid his toned muscles and made his hands less obviously large. "I still have man hands," Ben fretted while he looked down at them. "Some girls have them, some girls don't. There's nothing we can do about that," Serena countered. Ben nodded, knowing that her words were true. Ben watched as Serena showed him how to apply makeup to better conceal the seams of his prosthetics. Ben observed her efforts on the first arm and practiced on himself by doing the second and where his legs met his torso prosthetic. Once he finished, Ben was instructed on how he would be able to go to the bathroom. Serena brought Ben's hands to his rear. Ben's eyes widened as he felt the large, squishy, round butt cheeks that were concealing his muscle-toned ass. Serena's hands forced Ben's fingers into his fake butt crack as she said, "You can go and clean yourself just like you used to." "Like I do," Ben corrected her. "Well, that's if you can hold it until your home alone and know that no one is watching," Serena counseled. Ben hated to admit that she was right, but there was not a doubt about it in his mind. Serena then smiled and said, "And you can tinkle just like a woman too." Ben cringed at the thought and Serena's choice of words while he saw Serena's hands reaching for his fake vagina. She moved her hands about his front as she said, "The sleeve bottoms out into your va-jay-jay, so you can pee sitting down, and I also added a lubricated vaginal canal for penetration." "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Ben asked as his right hand jolted up and bumped into his ample chest. "I do it for every transgirl that comes in here. It's a force of habit," Serena admitted with a shrug. "Well, there will be no penetration here," Ben countered, certain of the fact. "Right," Serena said with a smile and a nod. As her fingers moved away from his fake vagina, Ben was given a pair of panties. Ben hurried to step into them to give himself a little modesty. "How did you have my size?" Ben asked while he glanced in the mirror at the curvy woman whose motions were mirroring his. "Once Natalie told me about this, I was able to take an educated guess about how big you would have to be to be passable." Ben processed the explanation before Serena added, "When you've done this as long as me, you can eyeball a girl's shoulders and know how big her hips should be. It's all about the ratio. With shoulders like yours, you have to be a big girl. There's just no other way." "I never saw myself as being a fat girl," Ben joked. "You're not fat, sweetie," Serena instinctively responded, trying to console him. "I know it's all fake," Ben replied. "Right," Serena responded as her instinct gave way to facts. She then smiled while she handed him adhesives and solvents. She advised him that while the torso prosthetics and arm prosthetics would largely stay in place, the edges would need to be glued down, as did his face. She told him that the adhesive would hold for days, but the solvents would break them down in a matter of minutes. Ben was relieved that he was in the hands of such an experienced and knowledgeable technician. He believed that the woman had thought of everything, but, then again, he figured that it was part of her job. It was not long after he finished pulling on his underwear that he heard the door to the shop open. Ben's heart started to race as he heard his wife call out for Serena. The sound of her voice was met by welcome relief. It meant that he was safe for the moment. It was his wife and sister returning, instead of killers ready to add him as another notch on their gunstock. Ben heard a knock and turned towards the door while he heard his sister ask, "Is Ben decent?" "She's more than that. She's presentable," Serena answered with a self-assured look. With that response, Natalie and Drew entered the room and came to a stop. Their eyes widened while they looked over Ben. They both struggled with the urge to laugh as they saw him cutting the image of a plump, middle-aged woman in her intimates. Given his hair, Ben looked a bit like the kind of girl he would often complain did not take care to ensure that she was looking good. Drew gave into her urges to laugh before Natalie joined her. Ben shook his head as he said through gritted teeth, "It's not that funny." "I can't believe that's you," Drew replied, missing that Ben's tone had changed. "Oh, my God, you're an artist," Natalie told Serena with a sense of wonder. "I take pride in my work," Serena said with a nod, believing that Ben had been another successful transformation. Drew shook her head before she said, "At least I know that you won't be cheating on me..." "I would never cheat on you," Ben lied. "I know, but it?s going to be tough..." "What?" Ben asked, unsure where she was going with her statement. Drew sighed before she said, "We made arrangements." "For what?" "Your living situation." "Why?" "You can't live with me. Everyone would..." "So, you're throwing me out!" "No. We rented you a nice place." "Rent?" "You're going to be paid by the company. This place takes cash for rent and it's on a bus line...." "Bus line?" Ben asked with confusion. "You can't drive." "WHY THE HELL NOT?" Ben protested. "Because you don't look like the man on your license," Natalie reminded him. "And your insurance and registration can't be traced back to you or us," Drew added. "You expect me to take the bus to work?" "It's not that bad of a trip. We got you a bus map," Drew answered. Ben took it with disbelief. He shook his head before he asked, "And when am I moving there?" "It's going to be ready for you tomorrow." "TOMORROW?" Ben shrieked, surprised by the immediacy of the move. "It's fully furnished, and we picked up some bedding for you," Drew explained. "And some clothing," Natalie added. "Are you telling me that I can't live with you anymore?" Ben asked, despondent about living separately from his wife. "Well, no! I want you to come home as soon as you can, but we need certain things to happen first..." "But what if they don't happen?" Ben asked, finally admitting the possibility that it might never be safe for him to live as Ben Cuninghame. "I'll have to come out as a lesbian," Drew noted with a sad smile. "That's your plan?" "Do you have a better one?" Drew countered. Ben shook his head before he said, "So, I only have a day with you to..." "With me," Serena interjected. Ben gave her a curious look before Natalie explained, "Serena volunteered to take you in for the night. Her partner's away on a business trip, so it'll just be you two girls." "Why?" Ben asked, ignoring Natalie's choice of pronouns. "We can't have you coming to our homes right after Ben disappeared," Drew explained to her husband. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here." "You're not Ben. We can't call you Ben. We can't do anything but call you Melissa." "Melissa?" "That's the name we created for you for Erica." "You told Erica?" "She has to know about the new girl we hired. She's the one who'll make sure you're paid." "But I'm..." Ben began to reply, unsure of how to finish his sentence. "You're Melissa Loughman. You're a 45-year-old woman. That's your cover," Natalie noted in a matter of fact tone. Ben gave her a quiet nod. He cast his eyes down and realized how bad his situation was and how far it was spiraling out of control. "Let's get you dressed," Drew said with a hint of resignation while she handed Ben a shopping bag. Ben looked at the various garments and was unsure where to begin. "Start with the leggings," Drew advised. "Aren't I a little big..." "Plenty of girls your size wear them," Natalie chided. "It doesn't mean they should wear them," Ben rejoined, feeling self- conscious. "Not all girls are a size zero," Natalie retorted, having grown tired of her brother's fat shaming over the years. "Such as Melissa here," Drew added with a smile. "We all know this is fake," Ben countered. "True, but most people are going to see you as what you call a fat girl," Natalie explained, enjoying that fact. "Don?t remind me!" "Oh, I will take pleasure in reminding you," Natalie rejoined. "It's not like you're really fat," Drew added, trying to raise Ben's spirits. "You teased me for it when we were growing up," Natalie interjected. "That was decades ago. Get over it," Ben countered his sister. "You started it at school!" "In elementary school, by High School I was beating people up that fucked with you," Ben rejoined. "Yah, alright," Natalie replied with a shrug, acknowledging the truth of his declaration. "Melissa, it's time to get dressed," Drew interjected as she looked at her watch. Ben recoiled at the name his wife called him. Still, he forced himself to nod while he asked how to put on the leggings. The girls gave each other glances before Ben reminded them, "I am new at this. Cut me some slack!" Natalie told him to roll down the leggings and step into them. Ben did as he was told and brought the soft fabric up his legs. Ben's manhood tried to swell from the feeling, causing Ben's cheeks to turn red. He was happy that the prosthetic mask was concealing his true emotions, even as the displeasure from the crushing of his manhood's attempts to expand was clear on his wincing face. Drew gave him a curious look as she asked, "What's wrong?" "This is not something I expected to deal with," Ben deflected with a truthful answer while he struggled to bring the leggings up to his widened hips. "Girls, we really need to get a move on. It's getting late, and I have a lot more work to do with her," Serena interjected. "Sorry," Drew replied. Serena did not respond as she put a cape around Ben's neck and began to shape his scraggily hair into a short female cut. Ben hated short hair on a woman, but, from the complaints he had overheard over the years, he was certain that it would be easier to maintain. Once the cut was finished, Serena began adding highlights and tinting to his hair while the girls continued to watch. Ben struggled to stay still as he felt that everything around him was moving too fast. He had been a successful businessman and a fit ladies' man when he walked into the shop. Now, he was sporting a woman's, colored haircut, a portly frame that evidenced a love of sweets over workouts and the face of a woman of middle age. Ben wondered what he had ever done to deserve being forced into such a situation while he was brought over to the sink to wash out the chemicals that had been used to color his hair. Once they were washed from his hair, Serena brought Ben back over to the chair and blow-dried his hair, styling it as she went. Ben took mental notes as Serena worked on him and told him how to care for and style his dyed hair. Ben nodded as she finished and told him that she would give him some shampoos designed to preserve the life of the artificial coloring in his hair. Ben forced himself to thank her, even as he wanted to throw up about having to use the same products his wife utilized. Once Serena finished her explanation about his hair, she let Ben finish getting dressed. He took the dark blue sweater dress from his wife with a look of displeasure. "What's wrong?" Drew asked. "It's a little girly," Ben complained with a scowl at the dress?s horizontally, white striped, bell sleeve, V-neck and hemline. "Sorry, we couldn't find any manlier dresses," Natalie retorted to the other girls' laughter. As the laughter dissipated, Ben decided to not fight the situation any longer and pulled the dress over his head. He struggled to bring it down over his large, jiggling chest. He felt the unusual softness of his body as he forced the cotton fabric of the dress over his protruding stomach. Once he finished moving his hands through the flared sleeves, he reached behind himself to ensure that his portly rear was covered by the knee length hem of the dress. Ben then stepped into the pair of black ballet flats the girls had bought for him to pair with the outfit. Ben felt strange standing before his wife and sister as a fully dressed, middle-aged woman. The normal superiority he felt around his younger sister was gone. In his mind, there was no question whom was more appealing to the opposite sex at that moment. He had loved being a ladies' man, while his sister had few relationships. Now, she was in the situation to still get dates, while Ben was left only to his wife to the extent that she could even look beyond his feminized disguise. Natalie and Drew gave Ben approving nods while they complimented Serena on her work again. Ben hated to hear them talk about him as if he was a woman or someone other than their brother or husband. "I love the facial work," Drew said. "Well, I knew he wouldn't get the makeup down on his own, so I had to do something permanent to the latex." "So, Melissa won't have to touch it up?" Drew asked. "Nope. The mask goes on and she's done." "Lucky bitch," Natalie joked. "I don't feel lucky," Ben interjected while he pulled down on his dress's knee length, A-line hem. The action made the girls laugh more than his words. Serena called Ben over to her and said, "Fan out your nails." "Why?" "I'm going to paint them," she explained while she pointed at the tabletop where he should rest his palms. After everything that had happened to him that day, he did not hesitate to rest his hands. He hated the fact that his sister and wife were sitting their laughing and talking while his nails were being painted. He was sure that their every whisper was at his expense. Once his nails were finished being coated with dark brown nail polish, Serena told Ben to walk to the mirror. Ben approached it with hesitant steps as Serena told him to wave his hands about and blow on his nails to expedite their drying. Natalie and Drew struggled not to laugh while they watched Ben comply with the order. Natalie whispered into Drew's ear, "He looks like such a queer." "But he's my queer," Drew retorted. "Different strokes," Natalie said with a shake of her head as Ben came to a stop before the mirror. Soon thereafter, Serena gave Ben's nails an approving nod while she asked Ben, "Are you ready to meet Melissa Loughman?" "Haven't I already?" Ben asked while he looked into the mirror in front of his face. "No. I mean the full-length view. You need to see yourself from all sides," Serena replied as she helped steady Ben while he felt the weight of his new curves pulling him forward with every step he took. Ben approached the platform containing three mirrors with hesitant steps. He gave the girls a pensive look while he asked, "Is this really necessary?" "What's a matter, you can't handle it?" Natalie teased. "No. I can do it. I just don't think I need to see this from every damn angle," Ben countered as he pointed down at his widened body. "It's best that you get acquainted with every angle, since girls have to account for that sort of thing," Serena lectured to Natalie and Drew's agreement. Ben nodded to himself as he approached the mirrors and stood in the center of them. His eyes widened as he examined himself from multiple angles. He could not believe that it was his reflection staring back at him, complete with chubby cheeks, wrinkles, a round waistline and breasts that would have looked comedic on girls with frames he went for. Ben was shocked by the totality of the changes. He doubted that anyone alive would be able to put the connection between Ben Cuninghame and Melissa Loughman together. In his mind, they were nothing alike. As Ben continued to gaze into the mirror, Serena told the girls her work was done. Drew and Natalie took the hint and approached Ben. Ben gave them both a nervous look. Natalie wrapped her arms around her brother and was amazed that she could no longer reach her arms around him entirely. She kissed him on the cheek and said, "We'll see you on Wednesday." Ben nodded before Drew came over to him. He gave her a hug before their lips lingered near one another?s. Ben could tell that Drew was unsure what to do. She forced her eyes closed and brought her lips to his. Ben reciprocated with what he felt was the most awkward kiss since his teenage years. Once their lips parted, Drew and Natalie said goodnight to Serena before they headed out of the shop. Ben helped Serena close up the shop before she drove him to her home. They had a quick meal together and headed for bed. Ben went to the guest room that Serena had made up for him and thanked her for her hospitality. "I'll do anything for a friend," Serena replied. Ben smiled in response before he said goodnight to her. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As Ben rolled over the next morning, he struggled to focus his eyes as he hoped that the day before had been nothing but a nightmare. The unfamiliar room, however, made clear to him that it was not to be. He felt a familiar sense of despair come over him. It had been something that had been coming over him since he saw the crime. Telling his story to the authorities made him feel slightly better, but the accidental disclosure of his name had made the despondency a constant companion. Realizing that wallowing in his despair was doing him no favors, Ben forced himself out of the bed. Ben was thrown off kilter as the massive weight of his glued-on prosthetics that he was not used to feeling while he got out of bed. "Why did I sleep with this on," Ben muttered before remembering that he found it easier than taking it off. After steadying himself, Ben winced at his portly looking frame, hating the sight of the heavy-set girl he was being forced to pretend to be. He covered himself up in the black, sateen robe that Drew and his sister had bought him before he exited his bedroom. Ben stepped into the shower that Serena had shown him the day before as he removed his robe. Ben washed himself as quickly as he could, hating the feeling of the soft, bulging masses on his torso that moved about like putty beneath his hands. Once he finished, Ben hurried back into the bedroom to get dressed. While he was unhappy about having to dress as a woman, he felt that his body was slightly less revolting when it was covered. Ben looked through the various garments that his wife and sister had bought him the day before. He struggled to put together the outfit that he felt was the least offensive to his concealed masculinity. While he was relieved to find a pair of pants in the bags, Ben winced at how feminine every one of his tops struck him as being. Ben tried to put that thought out of mind while he stepped into the pants. Ben was surprised by how loose the legs of the black palazzo pants were as he brought them up his legs and let go of the elastic waist. He hated the cutwork lace trim that started just below his knee and ended at his ankles. Still, while the pants struck him as overly girly, he figured they were less emasculating than wearing another dress or a skirt. With a sigh, Ben then selected the top that he felt was the least feminine and pulled it over his head. As he brought the polyester/spandex black, handkerchief t-shirt down over his stomach, Ben?s eyes widened at the reflection he caught in Serena's guest room mirror. Ben?s eyes were instinctively drawn to the small amount of cleavage that was visible above the form-fitting top?s U-neckline. The lace trim detailing that was resting over his legs was far more obvious than he assumed as well. "Damn it," Ben exclaimed before he hurried to pull his arms free from the three-quarter sleeves of the top while he pulled it off his body to exchange it for the other plain black top in the bag. Ben took hold of the polyester/spandex, keyhole top and gave it a weary look. As his arms emerged from the long sleeves, he pulled at the mock neckline that was failing to fully cover his substantial cleavage too. ?You?ve got to be kidding me?, Ben groused while the neckline descended back into its resting position. In Ben's mind, the lace detailing on his shoulders seemed to be framing his cleavage to draw even more attention to it. ?Fucking Nadine?, Ben muttered, sure his sister had selected the degrading top before he removed it and stared at his last black option. ?Mother fucker?, Ben exclaimed with a look of disgust at the black, babydoll top that was decorated with fishnet inserts over his upper arms and where his cleavage had been exposed by the other tops. The red rose embroidery over his shoulders and running down to the center of his bust seemed unnecessary to him as well. Ben cursed himself, sure that his sister had selected every item in the bags. He figured his wife was too dazed by the situation to allow herself to select items that would be less embarrassing for her husband to sport. Ben pulled the top over his head. He gave himself a slight smile once he noticed that the rounded neck and fishnet insert above it had effectively concealed his cleavage. With a shake of his head, Ben straightened out the top before he bent down to put on his shoes. After Ben slipped his feet into the bow adorned, black ballet flats that he had worn the prior night, he walked towards the kitchen where he found Serena standing. She gave him a smile as she looked over his attempt to put together an outfit. She gave him an approving nod as she said, "That outfit, actually matches." "Thanks, I tried to base it on what I've seen my wife wear," Ben admitted with blushing cheeks. "Well, Drew always oozed style whenever I saw her," Serena replied before she offered him a bowl of cereal. Ben was happy to take it from her as he sat down and ate at her table. As he ate, Serena moved beside the table and began telling him about their day together. Ben was surprised that his wife and sister had paid Serena to shut down her shop the entire day to give him a crash course in femininity. What Serena was telling him they were going to do seemed, to him, to be a lot to accomplish in a single day. "So, I'm going to learn to be a girl in three easy lessons?" Ben joked, trying to preserve his sanity. "I wouldn't say they're easy," Serena countered. "What do you mean?" "You need to strike the right balance. It's very important for you to be believable to strangers." "It's a lot to accomplish in a..." "Melissa, you don't have the luxury of time. Your life, literally, is on the line here." Ben hung his head, feeling his latex covered chin pressing into his massive breasts as he did so. The feeling made Ben's head jerk upwards as he admitted she was right. "Okay, so don't fight me," Serena chided. "I won't." "Good. When I'm done with you, you will know how to not allow yourself to be so obvious to be seen through." Ben nodded in reply to her words. "So, that means no wide stance in a skirt," Serena lectured. "Okay. I can do that," Ben stated, sure in the fact. "And no over the top girly stuff either. That's another dead give away." "I don't understand." "Don't act like a sissy; act like a girl." "What's the difference?" "One's a girl; one's an effeminate guy trying to act like some outdated girly stereotype." "Can you explain?" "Sure, sissies wear petticoats..." "I don't know what those are," Ben countered. "That's a good first step," Serena noted before continuing, "Sissies walk around with their limp wrists out in front of them and their makeup way over done." "Again, not happening," Ben added. "See that it doesn't," Serena noted before drilling him on how to talk. Ben struggled to keep his tone high, yet soft. He added hand movements while they chatted as they collected his belongings and headed out of Serena's home. They filled up Serena's car and Serena made him continue talking to her with his hand gestures and airy tone while she drove them. Once they reached the apartment building, Serena opened her trunk and helped Ben carry his bags towards the front door. Ben inserted the keys that he had been given the day before and felt deflated while he looked up at the old staircase. "It's a walk up," Ben noted with a shake of his head. "What do you think a secretary can afford?" Serena countered before adding, "You should consider yourself lucky you can afford a place of your own at all." "I suppose," Ben replied while he started up the steps, relieved that he was wearing flats. Once they reached the landing of the third floor, Ben walked down the corridor with Serena behind him while he searched for his apartment number. Ben paused as he looked at the door that appeared to have not seen a fresh coat of paint in decades. As Ben turned the key, the door opened with a creak before Ben and Serena walked inside the apartment. If anything, Ben felt that his quarters were even less impressive than the dated building as he looked around. Serena locked the door behind them. She then followed Ben through the apartment and talked to him while he looked around his new home. Ben's eyes looked over his small living room / dinning room area before he lingered by the sole entryway into the galley kitchen. Ben felt that it would be difficult for him to even walk through the kitchen, given the narrowness of the area between the parallel rows of cabinets and appliances. Ben's mind drifted to wistful thoughts about his home with Drew. The great room alone was larger than his entire living area for the near future. It almost seemed like a different life to him. The luxuries and realities of that home were far removed from him now. While he could revert to that man at a moment's notice, there was no real possibility of him being able to do so. With that thought in mind, Ben passed by the bathroom door and peered inside. The old yellow tiles struck him as 70's era, 80's at the latest. He tried not to think about it while he went into the single bedroom in the rear of the apartment. Serena followed him into the room, watching his continued lack of obvious emotion. She figured that he was stunned by the sudden changes in his life, which had been completely turned on its head. "Are you okay?" Serena asked while she put a bag down and began to hang up items from Ben's new wardrobe. "Yah, I'm fine," Ben forced himself to reply while he put his bags down. "Melissa, it's okay if this is a little much for you." "I said I'm fine," Ben retorted, instinctively not wanting to show any weakness in front of an attractive girl. Serena figured that his male-ego was forcing him to respond as such. She realized from the look in his eyes that the reality of his new life as a working class, middle-aged woman was a little much for him for him to handle at once. Ben tried to put his negative thoughts aside while he helped Serena put away his new clothing in his dresser and closet. With each item he put away, Ben examined its fabric and girlish design. Drew and Natalie had seen to every detail about his feminized state. They had made sure that his wardrobe would be the best that a woman in his situation could afford. As he put away the last bra and panty set in his intimates' drawer, Ben took a few steps backwards and rested his large, padded rear on the edge of his bed. Ben's hand pressed against the comforter he recognized from Natalie's guest room. "Second hand from a guest room," Ben muttered to himself as he stood up and saw Serena giving him a curious look. "Well, now that we've got you settled in, why don't you put on a pair of heels for me?" Serena asked while she reached for a pair of white, patent leather pumps. "Why?" Ben inquired, unable to hide his disgust at the thought of wearing them. "You need to learn to walk in them for work," Serena explained what she felt should be self-obvious. ?I could wear flats?, Ben protested. ?Are flats professional?? Serena countered. ?No?, Ben acknowledged her point with a nod. He had never looked kindly on a woman wearing flats in a professional setting. He knew that he would be held to that same judgmental standard. Ben clenched his eyes before he took the cone-heeled shoes from her. He slipped his feet into each of the 2.75-inch heeled pumps, balancing himself against the wall while he situated each foot beneath him. He continued to balance himself as he stood up and listened to Serena's instructions about how to land his feet. Ben paced a few steps before pivoting as Serena advised. Serena nodded at Ben's ability to closely follow directions. "You're picking this up faster than most women do," Serena noted with a smile. "I was an athlete," Ben replied, even as the truth of his statement seemed absurd while he looked down at his large, womanly frame. "Although, you'd never know it to look at me," Ben added with a sullen look. "It's okay, Melissa. You know why you have to look this way. It's because we need to hide all that muscle." "I would have been better off being a 120-pound girly boy." "I don't think your wife would like that." "Well, I certainly don't like this," Ben countered with his right pointer finger directed at his large bust. Serena gave him a sympathetic look while she had him continue to walk around the apartment in his glossy, white pumps. Ben stepped from the rugged areas to the ceramic tiled flooring in the bathroom and the linoleum tiled kitchen with relative ease, only wobbling on a few steps in the over an hour she kept him on his heeled feet. While his feet and ankles grew slightly pained from the process, Ben did his best to not exhibit any displeasure in front of Serena. He wanted to give off the impression that he was tough enough not to complain about his lot in life, no matter what happened to it. After Serena finished putting Ben through his paces, she told him that they would take a break for lunch. Ben was happy to go along with it and headed out of the apartment with her. Ben locked the door behind them and heard his heels clicking on the asbestos flooring of the common area. The sounds echoed about in the corridor before they came to the staircase. Ben felt a little uneasy approaching the steps before Serena instructed, "Take it slow. Just land your feet at an angle, you need your heel and your toe to land on each step." After acknowledging her advice, Ben put it into practice while he went down the first flight of stairs. He beamed as he looked at Serena and said, "That wasn't as bad as I thought." "Most of being a woman won't be," Serena whispered with a grin. Ben hoped that she was correct while he continued down the steps and exited the building with Serena in tow. The two walked to a nearby luncheonette that Serena was familiar with from when she lived in the neighborhood. Ben hemmed while he looked over his options. Given his apparent weight, Ben ordered a salad to Serena's amusement. "You know, you can't actually lose weight," Serena whispered as they sat. "It's a self-conscious decision," Ben admitted, knowing how much he had criticized portly women in his mind when they ordered non-lean dishes. They took a seat after getting their meals from the pick-up counter. Ben felt good to get off his heeled feet. He smiled as his rear touched the seat, thankful for the instant relief he felt. Ben and Serena made small talk while they ate as Ben told her how much he looked forward to getting back to the office. Serena could only smile, wondering how the girls in the office would treat him now that he was, officially, one of them. After they finished eating, Serena walked with Ben to the bus stop that he would be using each morning to get from his apartment to the transfer station that would allow him take him to take a bus to a stop near his office. Ben was not happy about the prospect, but he knew that it had to be done since he could not drive a car in his current guise. Serena then directed Ben to a nearby grocery store. Ben nodded while he followed her through its front door. Ben gave the store's selections a cautious glance. Serena noticed Ben's expression and asked, "What's wrong?" "This doesn't look like the kind of stuff that Drew gets me." "That's because she's a big, rich executive." Ben gave Serena a sullen nod as she began to explain why she was selecting certain items. Ben made mental notes while he moved along with her as other customers hustled around them. "Every one seems to be in a big hurry," Ben complained. "Well, a lot of these women have kids at home or jobs to get back to. They don't have the luxury of living alone and a day off," Serena chided. "I wouldn't exactly call them luxuries," Ben rejoined. "Under other circumstances," Serena corrected herself with a sympathetic nod. "I suppose," Ben replied while he continued shopping beside Serena. Ben was surprised by the number of offerings that were available for him. Most of the brands that Drew bought were not available though. Based on Serena's chiding, he figured that they were probably high-end items that the small grocer could not afford to carry. As Ben backed up to avoid stepping on Serena while they meandered through the store, he felt a presence hurry away from him. Ben's head jerked towards the man. As he went to apologize, Ben heard the man mutter, "Watch it, fat ass." "That was rude," Ben sniffed at Serena. "It comes with the territory," Serena counseled, shaking her head at the comment. "I don't know how I'm going to get used to that." "Hopefully, you won't need to," Serena replied before adding, "Most people have a minimal level of decency to keep their mouths shut!" Ben could only hope she was right. But he was sure that for every person who would say such a thing, there were a thousand who would be thinking it about him. It was something he had been unable not to think whenever he saw a large woman. Now, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, he was amongst their ranks. Ben caught his reflection in the chrome of a display case. The distorted reflection made him look even larger. "I'm a fucking pig," Ben muttered to himself. "Hey, don't say that," Serena chided, overhearing him before she gave a comforting look and put her arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry. This is so unreal to me," Ben admitted, struggling not to get teary eyed. "It'll get easier," Serena counseled. Ben hoped that he would not have to find that to be true as Melissa Loughman. He wanted to be free of her and her life as soon as possible. Once Ben and Serena finished collecting everything Serena felt he needed, they headed for the checkout line. Ben could not believe the number of patrons to clerks. "This is so inefficient." "It's a cost saver, plus they're the only game in town," Serena advised while they moved up a step. Ben thought it was likely true enough, but he still did not like it. He was sure that the stores his wife shopped at were far more customer friendly. Once they were called forward, Ben paid for the goods with cash, and they began the walk back to his new home. Ben wanted to get back to the safety of his apartment as quickly as possible. He was tired of the indifferent and judgmental looks he was getting from women and men who had kept themselves in shape. He was certain he could see the disdain in their eyes. It was something he had seen in himself too many times before to miss. Ben carried the bags down the block beside Serena. He was surprised by how heavy the bags were growing with each additional few feet. "There's got to be an easier way to do this," Ben whined. "Get a foldable shopping cart or just buy a few things at a time. It doesn?t work when you're moving in, but going forward..." "That makes sense," Ben replied while they made their way back to his building. Ben paused before the steps to the front door and asked, "And how do I do this?" Serena answered with a grin, "Either, only walk on your toes or walk with your heels at an angle to fit your whole foot on each step." "How do you do it?" "Toes only, it's faster that way, but it takes a little more practice." Ben nodded before he began to put Serena's words into action. Ben stepped down on the first step, landing only his toes as his heel rested off the step before he did so with the other foot. Ben felt more confident with each step before he let himself into the building and repeated the process up to his walk-up apartment. As they went inside, Ben said, "I've been waiting to get these off for..." "Nah, uh," Serena chided with a wag of her finger. "Why not?" "You need to get used to wearing them for, like, 10 hours a day." "Ten hours?" Ben asked for clarification. "An eight-hour workday, plus about an hour commute each way." "Come on!" "Doesn't every girl you work with deal with it?" "Yes," Ben forced himself to admit. "Well, Melissa, you're one of the girls, now." "Thanks for the reminder. Did my sister pay you to do that?" Ben remarked while he put his head down. Serena laughed at him as she said, "Don't pout. You've got to keep your head up." "That's easier said than done when your body is being dragged forward by dead weight," Ben rejoined as he cupped his weighty, faux bosoms. "Oh, stop bitching," Serena retorted. Ben closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, realizing that that was all he was doing. He was making excuses when he was the kind of person that did not believe in making them. Ben told her she was right before he started into the kitchen. Ben was relieved to find that his hips made it through the middle of the kitchen, however, barely. He pivoted on his heels and started to put away the groceries. As he took a step back, Ben felt his butt pressing into a handle, causing him to jump forward and force his enlarged stomach into the counter before him. Serena could not help but laugh at the sight while Ben blushed and admitted, "That was not my finest moment." Serena shook her head as she helped him put away the remainder of his groceries before Ben waddled out of the kitchen. She smiled at Ben as she told him that she was going to help him learn to clean up after himself as well. Ben was surprised by the comment, but he realized that he would no longer have the luxury of a cleaning service. It would be too unusual for a woman in his position. Serena showed Ben his cleaning supplies before she put him to work under her tutelage. Ben learned how to use the vacuum cleaner, how to scrub a toilet and shower and how to mop a floor. It was all simple enough for him to remember, but he could not wait for the day when he would be able to have other people handle it for him again. Ben's cleaning was only broken up by a trip to the bathroom. Ben locked the door and stared around the dated bathroom as he sat on the pink toilet that rested next to the pink porcelain tub and sink. "Did the bitch think it was always Easter," Ben wondered as he looked around the yellow colored walls that matched the pastel pink fixtures before he wiped himself, stood up, washed his hands and went back to cleaning. After Ben finished cleaning up around his apartment, Serena pulled out a recipe book for him and told him to make dinner. Ben gave her a wayward look and inquired, "Is this really necessary?" "You can't eat weight watcher dinners every night," she chided. Ben blushed as he remembered the prepared, boxed meals he bought for himself, feeling every in