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"Pool Boy" It was late Friday afternoon. Lane had driven over to the Hawthorne estate, he'd been called in by the homeowner Ted. He'd checked the pool chemicals with his tool bag then set the bag aside as he took his seat at the kitchen table as Ted Hawthorne brought over a couple sodas. "I just cleaned your pool last week Mr. Hawthorne, the chemicals still look ok. You live alone and don't use the pool very much so I shouldn't have to come back for another couple of weeks," Lane mentioned as he took a sip of his soda. Ted sat down and reached over and pulled a large pink box from one of the chairs under the table. It was labeled from an expensive ladies lingerie shop. "Go ahead, have a look," Ted said casually. But Lane became nervous. "L...look Mr. Hawthorne. M...Maybe you should get yourself another pool guy. We both know the score, I'm sorry I tried on some of your ex-wives stuff and all," Lane said nervously as Ted edged the pink box closer. He took the top off the box and swished the white tissue paper aside to reveal to Lane a lavish, lace trimmed, ladies pink nylon chiffon baby doll nightie with matching panties and a six strap garter belt! Lane's head spun as he swallowed hard. "Hold it up, see if it will fit," Ted said with a trace of excitement in his voice. Lane swished the gown up, his head spun as he looked it over as he felt the slippery, shiny nylon fabric. He then swished the gown back into the box and put the top back on. "M...maybe I should just get going Mr. Hawthorne," Lane stammered. But Ted continued. He brought out a shoe box from under the table and opened it to reveal a pair of black patent leather stiletto heeled pumps with five inch heels, and in his size! "I know all those dresses and lingerie fit you pretty good but the shoes were a couple sizes too small for you so I started by ordering a few pairs in your size, just to get started, you know," Ted returned. He then brought up two large white boxes and a pink plastic bag package from the same lingerie store. He opened the boxes and began taking out the large and expensive silicone breast forms. He then swished a brand new white, long-line mastectomy brassiere from the pink package, the sales tag still attached. Ted pulled the tag away then began fitting the jiggly forms into the bra cup pockets! Ted had spent a lot of money. Lane had never seen real breast forms before. "These should fill you out nicely Lane," he said excitedly as he worked and smoothed the forms into the large white brassiere. "You'll like it a lot more than just stuffing nylons into those other bra cups. And with these there's more jiggle and you'll feel the weight too," Ted assured. Ted set the bra aside and then he brought up another box, he opened it to see a vintage styled woman's wig, an expensive human hair model already properly styled, tightly curled and set into a vintage housewife's set. Lane even noticed the pink satin bow that had been pinned to the left temple of the wig. Lane began to feel the panic as he started to get up from the table. "Let's take all this stuff to your room," Ted added. "I don't have a...a room," Lane gasped as he sat back down. It had been Ted's ex-wife's room, the boudoir he'd helped set up but his former wife quickly tired of dressing the part as a 50's housewife. That was the main cause of the divorce.. Lane stumbled in because he was the pool man. He'd come around every couple of weeks on his route and clean Mr. Hawthorne's pool. He'd leave the house open so Lane could run the water tanks and change the filters in the basement. And if he wanted a soda the fridge was handy and Ted always left a hundred bucks or so in cash on the kitchen counter to cover the bill should Lane finish before he got back from his office. Ted was predictable and usually didn't get back until around 5:30 pm. Of course Lane had his little fetish. But now he realized that if he'd just stayed away and resisted his thoughts, he wouldn't be standing in that very boudoir now. Lane had looked around the house while Ted was gone and had found ex- wife Cindy's room and her walk in closet. Lane held a couple feminine dresses up and because he was short and slightly built it appeared they might fit. He was taken by the vintage look of the clothes. The lingerie drawers were filled with vintage lingerie and nylon stockings and foundation garments of every description. He could squeeze into the high heels and sampled several pair but most all of them were a bit too small. Over time he learned that the dresses and lingerie and the sheer vintage nylon garter hose fit quite well however! Ted's place became his favorite stop. Lane could have his bit of harmless fun and nobody would be the wiser. Or so he thought. But those vintage and ladylike clothes were just what Lane liked. That era of hyper-femininity and the strict and rigid and very womanly clothes. All the clothes that had been left behind were vintage outfits that Ted had bought Cindy. But when she left she only packed her regular things and left Ted's fantasy clothes behind. There was also a complete lighted vanity in the bedroom too, filled with enough makeup to complete the vintage look Ted liked. But Lane's hair was on the short side. He worked hard and always kept his hair high and tight over his ears but in seeing the feminine wig with the pink satin bow sitting on the wig stand on the table in the kitchen he felt his nervousness rise once again as Ted led him through the living room and up the stairs and into that very boudoir. Ted set all his new purchases on the pink satin comforter covering the feminine four poster bed. "Why don't you take a nice hot bubble bath and get totally shaved. You can try all this stuff on to make sure it all fits," Ted spoke as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I have to get back Mr. Hawthorne. I drove the pool truck over remember? And it's getting late, so..." Lane gasped feeling he had the perfect excuse to leave now. But Ted continued. "Well, it is Friday isn't it? Drop your truck off and stop back, or I'll come over to your apartment and pick you up. You can stay here for the weekend. It's no big deal is it?" Ted added. "Come on, we both know the score, don't we?" he finished without having to go on. Lane had been doing the pool for nearly a year and Ted had never thought of or even imagined Lane would be the type to be into ladies things. But as he began studying Cindy's boudoir he noticed everything had always looked the same. But soon after lane arrived little changes began to be noticed. Ted began to notice a pair of stockings in the dresser that wasn't folded as flat as they had been, a girdle folded but turned differently in a drawer, a dress or two that were out of place and had been moved around on the hangars in the large walk in closet but only slightly, and now and then the shoes although still neatly lined up seemed to have switched positions now and then too. Ted put a hidden security camera in the room without saying anything and a few weeks later he had plenty of evidence that Lane had indeed been in Cindy's room! Lane had been in that room twice more within a months' time. There had been the lecture and the conversation at first. Ted knew Lane was harmless, he'd never hurt or stolen anything. He offered Lane the opportunity to come over to dress when he wanted. Get fully dolled up, enjoy himself, and he'd have the whole house to mince around in too. But it was too much for Lane to think about, too embarrassed at the mere thought! But then Ted showed Lane the video clips of him in ladies lingerie and gartered nylon stockings and heels as he minced and swished around Cindy's room. He'd have his fun then quickly put everything away. But the videos were all that was needed! Lane's head spun. Ted mentioned he could turn those videos in to the authorities, or maybe just the Pool Service company, and his boss! Lane knew that by being exposed he would be ruined, he'd lose his job and then all his friends. He stammered and blathered in the reply to Ted's thought. But Ted wouldn't have spilled the beans. Ted liked that very look. He figured both of them could have some fun. Lane was nervous the first time he dressed and entered the living room all decked out in a dress, nylon stockings and the first pair of new stiletto heels that Ted had added to the collection. He'd already started getting rid of the smaller shoes and adding new ones that both matched the many outfits hanging in the closet but ones that also fit Lane perfectly! Lane would now be able to mince around the house for hours if he wanted to. But, he felt the redness on his face as he minced and wiggled in the dress and heels across the large living room. Ted seemed to enjoy the sight, and he liked the company in such a large and empty house. Over time Lane learned to do his makeup and thin and shape his eyebrows slightly and he got used to coming over on his days off and then and spending the whole day dressed like a typical June Cleaver just like Ted liked on a quiet weekend. But now, Ted had upped the game! There were breast forms now, and a wig and the expensive nightgown and matching robe. "Go ahead and drop your van off Lane. You need a ride back?" Ted asked. "My car isn't working too good Mr. Hawthorne," Lane lamented. "I"ve been taking the bus or cabs to work and back home at night." "Fine. I'll follow you and pick you up at work. We'll grab some take out for supper. You won't even need to go home then," Ted said with a smile. "You can just relax and spend the weekend here," he finished with excitement. They left all the ladies things on the kitchen table. Lane grabbed up his pool kit as Ted followed him out the back door locking it behind him. Lane's head spun as the large pool van bounced over the road as he headed back to the shop. He never had many friends and lived alone in a crummy apartment, his car parked in a pre-assigned place but it hadn't worked in weeks, he couldn't afford to fix it. And Ted had offered to buy all the supper he wanted. Ted was single too, living all alone in that expensive gated estate. They'd always gotten along well too. The crazy dressing deal was the fly-in-the-ointment though but he tried to pass it off as he continued driving back to the pool supply shop. But another thought nagged. Ted had been bought Lane some new heels and in his size, and that afternoon Ted pulled out another new pair. And then that new pink nylon baby doll nightie with matching robe. It had come from the most expensive ladies lingerie store in town! But what really bothered Lane was seeing those new large silicone breast forms and watching Ted wiggle and fit them into a brand new ladies mastectomy brassiere. And then there was that expensive new wig, all done up like a Donna Reed hair set and complete with a bow. Ted had obviously bought the wig and had had it styled and set that way because no women wear their hair like that today! They entered the kitchen through the garage entrance, Ted set the women's things on a chair again then put the bags of food on the table. He grabbed a couple cold beers and both then had dinner. Ted had made a couple stops for food,. He watched as Lane quickly went through two tacos and then a Big Mac and a large order of fries between gulps of the cold beer then realized that in addition to Lane's crummy apartment and broken down car there probably wasn't a lot of food on his shelves or in the refrigerator either. All that hard work for nothing, and no benefits, the unfortunate standard of the day. Ted had made his fortune in real estate and a few careful investments. He'd started out as an engineer but when his new business began making much more money for him he switched to managing his investments. And always thinking, he began to imagine that Lane himself might just be a prudent investment! The meal finished, both had a couple more beers to relax. Lane then agreed to hop into a hot bubble bath in the boudoir's bathroom and to shave extra close. Ted took out a pair of ladies white nylon briefs and a new pair of opera length nylon stockings from the dresser and then from another drawer he took out a heavily paneled white high waist panty girdle, the white satin panels shining in the light, the foam hip pads quite visible at the girdles hips. He also rummaged around and produced a vintage white satin corset. Of course the laces were at the back but Ted wouldn't mind helping to lace Lane into it, not at all. He then began rummaging around the closet looking for a nice vintage outfit. Forty minutes later Lane was padding back into the large bedroom pink skinned and hairless and smelling like floral soap as he clutched the fluffy pink towel around his slender waist Just as Ted set the new white satin corset on the bed. He'd seen them before, but he'd never worn one. And since he'd never happened upon it in Cindy's dresser drawers he figured this was another new purchase made by Ted. "I'll just get dressed then," Lane said quietly and a bit nervously. "And I'll need time to get the makeup right," he added. "Take your time," Ted said as he then left the room. But Lane knew he'd be back to help him finish dressing, he saw the new black patent heels on the floor by the side of the bed and all the lingerie on top and the blouse and skirt waiting but he knew that Ted was going to lace him into that corset! "Ungh! That...that's tight!" Lane gasped as Ted pulled the high waistband of the sturdy long leg panty girdle up high and tight on his waist. He marveled at how the tight girdle crotch pulled Lane in now and how it looked just like he had a woman's vaginal slit! He helped by hooking him into the white long line brassiere. Lane felt the weight as Ted hooked up the dozen or so row of hooks at the back and adjusted the straps so the weighted silicone forms stood straight out. "You need to grow your hair out," Ted mentioned as he looked Lane over. "You should have your ears pierced too. Then you can wear more feminine earrings," he assured as he motioned Lane over to the bed post. Ted swished the white satin corset around Lane's waist. The swish of satin filled the room as Ted hooked up the front busks while Lane already in tightly gartered nylons teetered on the high black patent leather stiletto heels. "Go ahead and hold on to that bed post," Ted motioned as he finished centering the ladies corset around Lane's waist, the corset sliding easily against the high waist girdle and the long line brassiere until it was centered. And then Lane heard the sound of the long, white silk laces whirring through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the corset. Ted worked and pulled, taking his time so the corset would lace up just so. Of course Ted didn't dress, he had no interest in such things, his real fantasy was that vintage hyper-feminine look. He must have done his research online or learned more maybe when he'd help his first wife Cindy dress up. Lane held onto the bed post, he noticed his long, gloss red salon nails he had glued on now. He also remembered he'd done a fresh pedicure with the same color red. He heard another swish of the silk laces as Ted pulled. The corset began to fit itself around Lane's waist now, the wrinkles beginning to disappear as the corset tightened further, the satin began to gleam and shine in the room light. Ted pulled again and the corset started becoming snug now, Lane held tighter to the wooden bed post as wobbled on his high stiletto heels, his nylon stockings shining in the light. These were elegant beige stockings, opera length, seamed this evening with a Manhattan heel treatment. The strict long leg panty girdle and the long line brassiere were now held in place by the corset. Then Ted pulled again! The swishes were shorter now but louder and the corset began to creak slightly as it really began to tighten. The corset now tightening and shaping Lane to it's dimensions as that undeniable feminine shape began to appear, the glossy satin shining tight and crisp in the room light now as Ted pulled once again causing Lane to gasp in slight panic. "It...it's t....too ti...tight Ted!?" he gasped. "Just relax, almost done, almost done," Ted assured as he gave one final pull then roped the long white laces around Lane's tight waist then tied them off in a tight double bow at the back so they couldn't come undone by accident. Ted looked him over with satisfaction. He mentioned making a few more drinks as he left the room. Lane was nearly done dressing and could finish by himself. "Don't forget that wig now," Ted mentioned as he left. A lavish, lace trimmed white nylon full slip came next. It fit over the new brassiere perfectly, the feminine lace brimming at the top of the bra cups. He added a crisp half slip next, this one in gleaming white taffeta. The fabric sure to make rustling and swishing noises, sounds that Ted really seemed to enjoy. Lane slipped into the ladies translucent white polyester blouse, he buttoned up the four satin buttons at the wrists of both barrel cuffs. He buttoned up the front then after tying the long white bow tie sash he folded the lace edged collar over. He unzipped the camel colored, beige knee length skirt. He felt the swish when he stepped into it, it was lined in tight knit nylon! It was slightly form fitting, Lane had to slide it side to side to get it over the girdles hip pads. He tucked in the blouse to get a wrinkle free look. He pulled the skirt all the way up and then centered it. The skirt buttoned snugly, the button centered in back, and then, Lane zipped it up tight. He checked his vintage makeup in the vanity mirror, it was heavier than usual, gloss red lipstick, false lashes and eyeliner and topped with a dark, evening blue eyeshadow. He'd added a rose blusher as well. He added a pearl necklace for under the wide blouse bow and finished with clip on pearl earrings and two sprays from the perfume bottle. He then slid the wig from the stand and after centering it he slipped it on and tugged it into place and pulled until it was tightly down. A touch with a brush tightened the look, the pink satin bow still visible and tightly bobby pinned in place. Lane began shutting the lights off now, he felt his nerves as he left the room and began mincing down the long hallway to the stairs that led to the living room. He could hear the taffeta of the half slip and the loud metronome zip of his Manhattan heeled, seamed nylon stockings as his legs rubbed together under the tight, nylon lined tan wool skirt. He noticed Ted watching as he came down the stairs and into the living room. He heard the click of the patent leather stiletto heels, he could smell the perfume now and he noticed the gloss red lipstick and he heard the feminine swish of the fabrics. And he was astounded by the wig and what a difference it made. Lane was really dolled up, and his look was now totally feminine. The silicone forms in the new mastectomy brassiere really did their job, Lane was really filled out now on top. The hip pads added to his strict panty girdle added maybe four inches to Lane's hips and the tight corset around his now tiny waist made the contrast even greater, Lane was very much shaped like a woman now. The forms and the corset and the snug skirt and the stiletto heels forced Lane into his feminine movements. Ted wondered just what might happen if he came over more often and got even more practice and worked at becoming, and the perfecting the look of a vintage housewife! Ted got up and took up his glass of wine from the coffee table. He smiled and motioned with his finger swirling his hand slightly as he looked Lane over. "Go ahead, relax and enjoy yourself. Move around the room, let me look you over," Ted said excitedly as he leaned onto the side of the couch, he took a sip of his white wine as he heard the zip of the nylon stockings. Lane minced along until he reached the edge of the carpet, then the high stiletto heels clicked loudly on the wood floor until he turned and minced back into the main living room. "Never worn a corset before. Feels a bit tight," Lane gasped slightly as his voice broke the silence. "You'll get used to it. After a time you won't even pay it any mind anymore," Ted assured, then added, "But all that stuff, all those feminine things, they feel good, don't they? Do you feel feminine?" "It's pretty complete Mr. Hawthorne, Ted," Lane added. "Doing the whole thing feels different. You can feel all the straps and garters and how the nylons feel slippery and how the fabrics slide over the slips and all," he tried to explain as he continued around the room breaking all the new clothes in. "You sure didn't have to spend all that money though Ted," Lane assured. "Well, if you like all those things we need them then, don't you think? I sure enjoy your look so it works out for both of us right?" Ted added, at his level money wasn't much of a problem. "I can get a different pool man too." "Wha...what? You firing me Mr. Hawthorne!?" Lane gasped not wanting to lose his favorite customer where the pool was easy to clean and the nice clothes were easy to reach. "Not at all," Ted returned. "It's just that, it might be a bit difficult to clean pools in an outfit like that," he chuckled. "You should just lounge around the house looking feminine like that," he assured then stopped himself before he even mentioned his idea. He knew Lane had it tough, the crap apartment the junk car and let's face it cleaning pools isn't really an up and coming job. What if I moved you in here, with me? How about having a brand new car to get around in. He wondered that someone in Lane's position couldn't possibly refuse such an offer, but kept his silence on this extent of his ideas. "Have a seat and a drink. You don't want your feet to get sore in those high heels," He said as he motioned to the couch as he sat down himself. He dimmed the lights leaving only the lamp on the end table on then turned on the big screen television but left the volume low. Lane began to move to the couch but he hesitated. He finally took his seat then smoothed his skirt down tight. Ted watched Lane cross his smooth and shiny nylon stockinged legs and he heard that high pitched zipping sound. He then slid over to sit closer! "That's nice perfume," Ted began as he handed Lane a glass of wine. Lane took a nervous sip. "I can't believe how much difference the forms and hip pads and corset made," Ted returned excitedly. "And the wig is amazing, totally changes your look. You look like a regular lady now!" Ted finished. He was about to put his arm around Lane but Lane pulled away nervously to end Ted's advances. It had been over a year and Ted had learned about Lane months before. And after showing him the video he finally got Lane to dress for him and over time he seemed to relax. But this evening was a little more, for some reason. Ted put his glass down and as Lane took another sip by the time he'd set his glass down Ted already had the front of his pants unzipped and he was stroking himself, his manhood quickly becoming erect! Lane slid farther down the couch. "M...maybe I should get changed Mr. Hawthorne and just get going home. I could call a cab," he assured. But Ted tried to keep things relaxed. "What are you worried about?" he added. "I mean it's a bit strange already isn't it? I like that vintage housewife look and here you are, a 20 something young man who looks better as a woman than as a man. You know what I like and I know what you like. There's nobody here but us. And what ever we do really doesn't concern anyone else does it?" Ted finished. He then slid over and took Lanes left hand then quickly placed it around his large, vein engorged erection and made him keep it there. "Go ahead. Stroke it. Go ahead. You know I like to see your feminine hands and I love those long gloss red nails. They look so ladylike," Ted assured as he urged Lane on. Lane seemed disgusted but finally he took hold and began to stroke Ted. "There. Nothing wrong with that is there? Nobody here but us. Hold it firmly, that's it, now up and down, up and down now. That's right. Nothing to it is there?" Ted cooed with pleasure as he slid close once again while Lane jerked him off! "Yeah, that feels good. All dolled up nice and pretty, does that make you feel feminine?" Ted added. "N...not especially, no," Lane gasped quietly trying to look away. "Look at that pretty hand, look at those long red nails. Just imagine a picture of that. Looks just like a lady to me, that's all," Ted assured. "Maybe if you just relaxed more and went with it. You're all dressed up nice and ladylike so what's just a bit more?" Ted reasoned as Lane continued to stroke. Ted adjusted himself on the couch further, his hips up more now, his member fully erect, the head turning a darker pink and swelling even larger. Ted heard the swish of Lane's lined skirt, the taffeta petticoat swishing, he heard the zip of the shiny nylons on his smooth powdered and perfumed legs. A drop of pre-come began to form at the tip now! And then the struggle began. Lane's lips were very inviting, the same color as his long salon nails, they were gloss red and pouty now and with the false lashes and the full array of heavy vintage makeup and the perfume and the wig and earrings Ted had forgotten all about the male version of Lane. He had other ideas now! A quiet struggle began in the living room. Ted was over eight inches taller than Lane and outweighed him by nearly one hundred pounds. Lane was dressed fully as a woman and was of similar weight and size as one. Ted was in his mid forties and Lane was in his mid twenties, the thought of a trophy-wife was well in mind to him now. He pushed Lane towards him, closer. "Just relax a bit it won't hurt. It won't be that bad," Ted assured as he worked Lane closer. Lane gasped and grimaced. "N...no T...Ted!?" He struggled inciting the perfume and the swish and rustle of women's clothes even more as his nylon clad legs zipped as he struggled, teetering on the high stiletto heels. "Just a bit, just a bit more. Nobody's going to know. Just relax," Ted pleaded as he worked Lane closer still. Until the tip of the bulbous head brushed against Lanes grimaced closed mouth and lipsticked lips! Ted continued until Lane tried to speak once more then he pushed harder, working the bulbous head past Lanes gloss red lipsticked lips! Ted pressed further, as Lane gasped and blathered he felt the pleasure as Lanes lips continued down the thick stiff shaft! "Just relax now," Ted said as he steered Lane's head deeper onto his throbbing erection as he held the back of his wig covered head! Lane coughed and blathered but Ted continued. "Nobody's here, nobody's going to know. Who's ever going to care anyway. Up and down. Up and down nice and slow, use your lips," he insisted and kept up until Lane finally gave in. Ted leaned back on the couch and continued his instruction until Lane was bobbing up and down like a cheerleader on homecoming night. Lane gave in because what else could he do? Not much really. Maybe it was cosmic punishment for liking to dress in ladies things. If he could satisfy Ted he'd soon be over the ordeal. "Better. That's better, up and down now, up and down in long strokes. That's it, that's it baby!" Ted cooed as he leaned back his hand over Lanes waist now against his silky, white polyester ladies blouse. He could see the width of Lanes wide hips as Lane leaned over and how his nylon clad legs were tight together and he could see the nylon seams and the Manhattan heels as his feet fit into the black patent leather heels in tip toes on the floor. "All smooth and perfumed and powdered and made up and fully dressed now. All dressed up just like a woman, nice and ladylike. Relax, not so bad is it?" Ted reasoned as Lane's head continued to bob up and down. Ted felt the satisfaction and his excitement build now. "You like playing dress up? Well I want you to come over when ever you want to from now on. Get you used to dressing fully and more often until it's second nature, I bet you'd like that. And when you're all dressed up nice and pretty there's nothing wrong with being feminine is there? Doing women's things just like a proper lady? Nothing wrong, nothing out of the ordinary at all about that is there? Get you doing more and more ladylike things and get you used to dressing more and more and soon it will all be second nature to you. You'll see," Ted assured already thinking well ahead. Ted felt the pleasure, he looked Lane over again, the total feminine wardrobe, just like a woman. And he felt the large jiggly breast forms pressing against his upper right thigh, he noticed the bra and slip straps and the lace trim from the top of the slip running across Lane's smooth back under the translucent white polyester blouse. He noticed the tightly curled wig, done in a vintage hair set and lacquered tight, he noticed the pink satin bow pinned to the side for an even further feminizing effect. The sensation and all those thoughts then brought Ted to the edge. Lane gasped and blathered but Ted kept his head tightly over his erection. "Keep going baby, just a bit more. Just like a lady now, just like woman. I want you to feel like a woman now," Ted gasped as he began to twitch. Lane coughed as he felt the ropes of white sperm jet into his waiting mouth. Ted kept him tight, there was nothing left to do but swallow the load! Finally Ted was spent, finished and quickly going soft now, but satisfied. As Lane sat up his lipstick was smeared and mussed, he gasped with displeasure. "Go ahead, fix your lipstick and makeup and dab on a bit more powder and add some perfume and you'll be good as new. I'll pour us another drink," Ted assured as he adjusted himself on the couch and zipped his pants back up. He refreshed the glasses of wine as Lane struggled up from the couch and wobbled off mincing, the skirt rustling, the nylons zipping again as he dashed for the bathroom upstairs. When he returned ten minutes later he was as good as new. Ted smiles as he patted the couch beside him once again as he watched Lane mince across the large living room and back to the couch. "I...I don't want to d...do that anymore T...Ted," Lane gasped with disgust. He reluctantly took his seat on the couch and swallowed a good gulp of the white wine. "Do you feel feminine now baby, hummm?" Ted asked. "Still all nice and pretty, all fixed up as good as new and you've spent the evening doing only ladylike things. Nothing wrong with that is there?" Ted surmised. "I want you to relax and get used to the role of being ladylike, being the woman fully. I think you'll come to like it Lane. I think you'll like it a lot. Once you get used to living as a woman and doing more women's things it would soon all become second nature," Ted assured. "Maybe you should just quit that dead end job of yours and move out here with me. Maybe do a bit of house keeping and of course you can dress as you like every day. And there would be a lot of other bonuses too. Instead of scrubbing that pool you could be in a nice bikini and swimming in it. We could change the spelling of your name from Lane to Laine, a woman's name. We could do even more than that if you'd like. You'd have run of the whole place, and a brand new car is more than possible. Pick you out a nice ladylike shade suitable for a woman," To make a point, Ted got up and went over to a cabinet. He picked up a small camera and took out the memory chip. He returned to the couch and slid the chip across the coffee table up in front of Lane. "Go ahead. It' s all there, all those video clips of you. There's no other record except my work and well, who'd believe me?" Ted scoffed slightly as he dropped his trump card. Lane was surprised at the swirl of offers but now he had that video chip! He smashed it right then and there with the heel of the wine bottle making it forever useless. He could get up now, run to the boudoir and yank off that feminine wig and scrub off all the makeup and change back into his jeans, T-shirt, tennis shoes and jacket and cap and if need be he could walk back to town, or the nearest bus stop and wipe the whole sordid evening out of his mind. Just an "experimental" type of evening, that could soon be forgotten. He could find another job in another town and count his blessings and start over. But Ted knew the score as well. He knew what he wanted and he knew Lane and what Lane was and what he needed as well. Ted was a business man and this was all too easy. "It's getting late. Why don't you go up and change into that pink baby doll nightie I got you, let's see how it looks on you," He added casually. He smiled easily then finished his wine as Lane finally got up and minced upstairs still in full lady mode. A half hour later he was back in the living room giving Ted another fashion show as he minced and twirled and swirled around the living room in the expensive knee length pink nylon chiffon baby doll complete with matching robe, sheer beige nylon stockings and matching six strap garter belt.