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Kosovo By Mary Beth Sanford Synopsis Decades ago members of a crime family immigrated to America. Ten years later the daughter is running it. She's more ruthless than the father, but agents have found a flaw, and it wasn't too long after that Chad Mathews tried to buy a handful of uppers to help him study for his finals. Contents: Characters Created For This Story Introduction Andrew Chad Mathew Andrews Look-Alike Second Chance So That's It Damn, Make The Call Shea Shellac, The Dominatrix Shopping For the Apartment Shopping For Boy and Girl The Low Down Hoe Down Dance Group Dresser Drawers and Shaving Legs Twist And Twirls Petrov's Investigations Just A Little Bit Country Rohypnol And Nanny Althea The Nursery Baby Nurse And Wet First Therapy Session Organized Crime Control Act and RICO Living Dolls, Clothing And Accessories Copyright © 2020 Mary Beth Sanford All rights reserved. This story or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise. Mary Beth Sanford First Draft Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. There may also be sex between consenting partners over the age of 18 which may include sexual fetish elements and role- playing. Dedicated to petticoats and the Twist and Twirl. Characters Created For This Story Protagonist: Chad Mathew, AKA Chip, AKA Mary Antagonist: Shea Shellac, and Leonora Brashear. Supporting Roles FBI Agent Linda Summers. FBI Agent Helen Carter, Dual role as Chad's undercover Therapist. FBI Director Edwards Blake. FBI Agent Jack Brisket, Member of the Chad Mathew Watch Detail. FBI Agent Harry Brakeman, Member of the Chad Mathew Watch Detail. FBI Agent Cindy Cunningham, Member of the Chad Mathew Watch Detail. U. S. Federal Marshal Marsha McMasters. U. S. Federal Marshal Mark Baker. Althea (No last name), The Nanny From Kosovo. Leonora AKA Eleonora Brashear (sister to Andrew "deceased"). Margret Hawthorn, Administrative Assistant to Agents Summers and Carter. Susan Ballard, Retail Sales at Angel's Boutique. Tracy Lowell, Makeup counter, Girl's Stuff Boutique. Tracy Meriwether, Owner/Teacher The Low Down Hoe Down Dance Group. Annabelle Baker, Owner Twist And Twirls Country Western Store. Lenard, Leonora's Lieutenant Ukrainian mafia. Brutus and Igor, bodyguard and driver for Leonora. Brenda Lee Beckworth, Owner of the Bar and Restaurant, Brenda Lee's Oh Girls. Bruce Maier, maitre d' Brenda Lee's Oh Girls Restaurant. Frank Petrov, Petrov's Investigations, Does work for Leonora. His assistant is Helga. Tatiana and Nadia Cherenkov, Brashear estate caretaker. Chapter Introduction Agent Linda Summers walked down the hall from the South elevators while Agent Helen Carter rounded the corner from the North elevators. Both were converging on the conference room at the same time. "You park here in the building?" Agent Summers asked. "Are you kidding? You ever try finding a spot on the street this time of day?" Agent Carter answered with a sarcastic snort of a laugh. "Tell me about it. I hate coming to this building." "Amen." "Agents," Director Blake said, greeting both as he walked around the corner just as Summers grabbed the door handle. "So, are we ready this morning?" "Yes sir," Helen said, exuding confidence but with butterflies dancing in her gut. "Excellent," Blake said, passing both to walk into the conference room when they deferred to him. There were three other agents already in the room when Helen and Linda followed Blake in. Blake walked the length of the table to the head of it, while Linda and Helen took the two seats still open by the door. There was the final sound of snaps springing open, then closing and locking as briefcases closed while papers shuffled before a quick silence. "I think it's your meeting Agents," Blake said, giving a polite nod to the two women. "Yes sir," Agent Carter said. Agent Summers, along with Agent Carter, sat down and opened their own briefcases for a moment with Carter lifting a folder marked Secret. Agent Helen Carter read silently for a bit before closing the file to pause and look up, then she stood up. She looked straight at Director Black, cleared her throat. Just as Carter cleared her throat, Agent Linda Summers sat at the controls of a slide presentation, turned the projector on and brought up a picture of Kosovo on a world map. "OK, here is what we have. The family originates from the Republic of Kosovo not far from the capital of Pristina," Helen said. "There are three key players in our plan, four with your approval. But first a brief history. Next slide please." Linda Summers clicked on the projector and brought up a father, mother, with a girl about the age of fourteen and a boy age 7. There was a woman standing on the other side of the two children that looked like an aunt. "The woman on the far right is Althea, no known last name, and we believe she was brought with the family to care for the children. We also believe she originates further south near the border of Macedonia. Next slide please." Linda pressed the button and the slide changed. "This is the last known picture of the family that we have. We believe this was in 1990. Most of the family left during the insurgency of Albanians against Serbian rule in 1990. That puts most of the family, along with the children's nanny, that woman on the right, in the US around 1991. Next slide." The slide changed to the family again but without the maid or nanny. "As you know, mob activities began mid to late 80s and grew from there, continuing till the death of their grandfather who, of course, was already in America at the time the family was on the move. At his death the gang was taken over by the father." "Next slide." The picture changed to just the children. "We also know that at this same time Eleonora, the daughter, Americanized her name to Leonora. She was 7 years senior to her brother Andrew." "Are we getting into too much detail here Agent Carter?" Blake asked. "No sir, and if you'll give me a few more minutes, I'll explain why this information is relevant. Next slide please." There was another change and Leonora, now a woman in her early twenties, appeared alongside a young boy in his early to middle teens. "This is Leonora and Andrew just before his death. Andrew was killed in a car accident. He was 16 years old. Leonora was 23 at the time and devastated. It's important to remember this as it will play an important role in a moment. Next slide." The next slide was the Nanny again standing alone and enlarged. "Which now brings us back to our next key player, Althea the Nanny and why we believe she was actually the start of it all. Althea was a peasant from a very small village also brought to America by the family, and we're not sure if she is actually related in any way, but that's not really relevant..." "What is relevant is this..." "Next slide please." Chapter Andrew The slide that came up was that of a very young girl. "Now who is this?" Director Blake asked. "I'm starting to get a sense that we're drifting way off course here." "Yes sir and, just so you know, this is why all of this is so relevant," Agent Helen Carter said. "That, sir, is the boy Andrew." "That's Andrew?" Director Blake asked, surprised. "That's Andrew. Same age, same time frame and just before his death. He is, in fact, wearing one of the outfits his sister often kept him in." "You're telling me that's the boy Andrew," Director Blake said again. "Yes sir," Agent Carter nodded. "I'm sorry to keep asking this Agent, but I'm looking at a boy?" "Yes sir." "You know what, by all means proceed. I do think I'd like to hear the rest of this!" "Thank you. While our investigation has shown us that it was his sister that liked dressing him that way, we believe it was actually the Nanny that started dressing Andrew as a little girl first, and did so because of her superstitious beliefs." "How so?" "What we know of that is there is a centuries old belief system that is immersed in the supernatural with spirits that are supposed to live in a realm parallel to our world. Normally they keep to their world and can only come into ours through thinning boundaries." "Boundaries?" "Yes sir, boundaries, so called openings between our two worlds created by time and events! Twilight on our side is one of those times when the boundary between worlds is at its thinnest," Agent Carter said. "Or during the brightest of moons." "Brightest of moons?" Director Blake asked. "Full moon Director!" "For what purpose?" Director Blake asked. "From what we've gathered sir, that's when spirits can cross over and take boys. Evidently boys are taken and used as warriors to fight for the other side. When they are taken, they are never to be seen or heard from again," Agent Carter noted. "To keep that from happening boys are hidden by dressing them as girls." "They believed this?" "They did or do, or at least the mother, sister and this woman Althea do. From what we've been able to ascertain Althea is or was a priestess or shaman, we're not sure which, and she believed all of this. She believed it while serving as both the boy's nanny and protector against these evil spirits," Agent Carter noted. "While the nanny was doing it to protect the boy from evil spirits, the sister was doing it for sex." "By the way, that reference to the brightest of moons is a full moon happening roughly every thirty days so this boy was getting dolled up once a month by the nanny. We don't know how often the sister was dressing him," Agent Summers added. "So how does he go from participating in this religious exercise to some kind of sexual thing with his sister?" Director Blake asked. "To be honest, we're not sure? We do know that in Kosovo Andrew was being dressed as a girl once a month from birth for this religious belief. We know he was dressed by this nanny until they left in 1991 when he was 7 which made his sister 14," Agent Carter noted. "We think they became intimate around then, and we think it was around that time that they came to America. We also know that's when he started cross dressing in American style girl's clothing. Lastly we do know all this continued up to his death." Agent Summers added. "So bottom line this thing for me? I mean what have we got then?" Director Blake asked. "Bottom line! We think the key to all of this is this Nanny and sister combined sir. If we can get to them we can get to the mob," Agent Carter noted. "I'm going to turn this over to Agent Summers to tell you." Helen said as she nodded to Linda. Helen then sat down and Linda stood. "Thank you Agent Carter," Linda noted. "Now then, as Agent Carter noted, the key is getting to the two women and we think we can do that by using someone that looks like her brother, and we actually have someone that's nearly identical. We believe with his help we can get into the organization through the sister. Next slide please if you will Agent Carter." Linda asked. It was like a tag team as the two agents worked. Helen leaned over and keyed another slide. The slide that came up looked almost identical to the picture of Andrew. "Wait, so I take it that's not Andrew," the Director noted. "No sir. Next slide Helen," Linda requested. The next slide was the two young men now side by side. Side by side there were differences making it obvious there were two different individuals, but even so the resemblances were still striking. Chapter Chad Mathew "So who is this individual?" the Director asked. "That sir is Chad Mathew sir. For this discussion, given the way he's dressed, we've code named him Mary. We're hoping he's going to become our mole." "Hoping? So I'm guessing he's not an agent or not yet part of this plan?" "No sir. No yet. Actually, he's a young man that was recently convicted of being in possession of a controlled substance. In exchange for his cooperation we've convinced the District Attorney to modify his charges and let us use him. In fact, that same District Attorney has agreed to a reduction of Chad's sentence to time already served and probation for that cooperation while in our custody, if he cooperates." "Doesn't look like he's got to do much for that cooperation or to get that reduction," the Director noted. "That's just it sir - this was a first for him. Believe it or not, he'd never dressed like a female before our intervention. That picture literally was his first attempt," Linda noted. "He was chosen only for his likeness to Andrew and then we convinced him to help us." "Very impressive," Director Blake noted. "Actually, it wasn't us sir. When he more or less agreed, we solicited the aid of a professional woman with a certain set of skills to help us. We checked around and found one of some notoriety for an assist and this is her results. If we get your go ahead our hope is to continue with her backing and plant him into a club where Leonora frequents. She is our backup," Agent Linda Summers noted. "Amazing agents," the Director said in awe of their effort. "Damn fine work so far Agent Summers. You too Agent Carter." "Thank you sir," Linda noted looking at Helen. "Thank you sir," Helen added looking back at Linda. "So tell me how would this all work," the Director asked. "Well sir, Leonora has had relationships with several young men since her brother died. It appears she's trying to find a substitute. None of those relationships are lasting or very significant and we think it's simply because they don't look like Andrew. Of course that's why we've chosen Chad. We've been working with a psychologist to understand why, and she's made that suggestion, and a few more on how to possibly leverage it," Agent Summers noted. The Director nodded at Linda, but it was Helen that cleared her throat. "Exactly that! We think we've got enough now to introduce him to Leonora without putting our young man at too great a risk by doing so," Agent Carter said. "That is to say we don't need to complicate his story too much past what his story already is." "What Helen is saying is we can blend a lot of the new traits Chad's going to need into Chad's old and new background without complicating Chad's story," Linda said. "We also think entrenching him within a known club will put him far enough into Leonora's alternative life that she will be drawn to him fairly quickly." "At least fast enough to start gathering useful intelligence," Helen said. "Exactly," Linda noted, reinforcing what Helen has just said. "Why is that? I mean what's the difference between him and the others that she's had that's going to change things?" The Director asked. "The others have been more or less pulled into her world mostly out of desperation. Leonora has been searching to find a so-called replacement for her brother. We're hoping in Chad's case Leonora brings him in, at least subconsciously, as her brother," Agent Linda Summers said. "The difference in this case would be Leonora believing she initiated contact with someone that could be her brother reincarnated," Agent Helen Carter noted. "And you think that can work," the Director asked. "The psychologist suggested it would," Linda noted as Helen nodded with her. "How do we get that intelligence?" the Director asked. "He can't be wired? Right?" "That's true and we're working on that. We were setting it up so it would look like he's living with the dominant as mother and son. We can use the same woman that did his transformation. She would be there nightly so he could give her the information who in turn could provide it to us," Linda noted. "Is that wise?" The Director asked. "We understand your reluctance and we're not sure either. It's like I said, the woman playing the mother is actually the Dominatrix we hired to assist in his transformation, but she's not an agent." Helen noted. "Exactly, she's a Dominatrix," the Director said. "Yes sir," Agent Helen Carter jumped in. "Interesting set of skills, but not perfect for an interrogation," the Director noted. "Yes sir. Meanwhile, we've also created a fairly deep cover that we can execute once we get the okay to proceed, that is," Agent Linda Summers spoke up again. "Including the house we're looking at, which should pass a fairly deep investigation by the mob if that should happen, which might include both this young man and her." "So let's say that did work! What's your estimate for the intelligence gathering?" the Director asked. "Right now we think 3 to 6 months for Leonora to take notice, maybe less. Not much more than that, and no more than a week to a couple more for the connections to actually be made," Linda said. "Leonora is a very careful woman," Helen added. "Exactly, but we think the likeness of Chad to Andrew will drive her to move swiftly. Once that connection happens it's going to be days at most - if that," Linda noted. "We don't know all that she's into, so we'll be playing that one by ear." "What about the boy's safety?" the Director added. "Mobile agents 24/7," Linda said. "Rotations with two street teams." "Plus agents in a house across the street from Leonora's house also watching them 24/7," Helen noted. "What's our budget?" the Director asked. "We've got this planned out to a year if need be," Linda said. "Arrest and conviction estimates?" the Director asked. "We should get 70% in the first sweep when it happens. 20% more in the second from gathered evidence and confessions. Another 5% on top of that from the long term - 95% overall. Conviction rates will be 65% to 75%, but we are pretty confident we will be able to deport 100% based on associations and activities. Finally we will see a 2.5 to 3.0 payback on funding from seized assets and cash," Helen said looking through a page from a folder she opened. "Outstanding! What's the time frame? How far out are we on doing this?" the Director asked. "On your go, we go?" "Agents, you have my go." Chapter Andrew's Look-Alike Six months before that meeting in a dimly lit dorm room Chad was working at his desk. He nodded off for the last time as he stretched and stood. He was out of instant coffee, had no food left and could hardly keep his eyes open. He had to go out. Chad was struggling to stay awake as he walked across the quad. He had eaten his last bowl of Ramen as well, so he was half starved when he went looking for Bruno. The unwashed dealer was not too hard to find on most days, and Bruno, standing six foot six, stood out even among his peers. Chad had just recently discovered Bruno. "Hey my little man... You look so far down you need to score just to score," Bruno said, giving Chad a fist bump, finger tug with a hand slap. "My man!" "Tell me about it and I've got finals starting tomorrow," Chad said, pulling a crumpled twenty out for four pills. He had stolen a math book which left him with $60 dollars from his part time burger flipping paycheck. That left him twenty for the four beans, another twenty for this week's food rations, and a little to hold him over till next paycheck. "Quatro," Chad said in Spanish. "Four for the door," Bruno said, handing Chad four pills after taking the twenty. Chad had a small pill bottle with a snap cap that he carefully funneled the pills into, taking one first. He snapped the cap on before shoving the bottle into his pocket. His next stop was the corner market and ten packages of Ramen. He was going to eat a whole package of Ramen Chicken flavored noodles and crackers tonight then hit the books. He turned to go. "Freeze," the cop said, shoving a gun into Chad's face the instant he turned. The last time Chad wet his pants was in Kindergarten. Every cop along the chain of booking that night gave him a hard time for wetting his pants as he was cuffed, put into the paddy wagon and taken to the station with a dozen others. It would seem that Bruno wasn't as dirty as he appeared since he was also at the station when Chad was marched in. Bruno was there booking his arrest as Chad was walked up to the window to give his particulars. Bruno was still in his street clothes but he had a badge on a lanyard and wasn't wearing a wig. "Sorry kid," Bruno said to Chad as he rolled his fingers onto the fingerprint form. "And do me a favor, next time you go out to make a buy, go to the bathroom first." "Thanks for the advice," Chad said. "And kiss my ass!" Chad was booked for a simple possession of a controlled substance without a prescription. He also got to meet his court appointed attorney the following morning. He was told there was little to be done. The lawyer said that part about "you have the right to remain silent" was true. They had his confession. They also didn't need it. The drugs could be proven to be his. They lawyer said next time he made a buy like that hold them in his hand and don't put them in his pocket. That way he could say he'd just picked them up. Putting them in his pocket made it clear they belonged to him because they were on his person. According to his court appointed lawyer, the DA had him cold because it was a "constructive possession". That was bad because not only did he have control of the substance, but he had it buried deeply within his pocket. If he'd had it in his hand he could have claimed otherwise, maybe clouded the issue. Chad got that news and little else in the five minutes he had with his lawyer. Chad could also not make bail so he spent from Wednesday to Monday in jail after his arraignment. Chad missed his finals blowing that quarter all to hell which at the moment was the least of his problems. When he did stand before a judge again he was given three minutes with his attorney on a plea deal. It was his first offense, which the DA insisted was really just his first time caught. So the deal he was going to get was two years prison less time served, which was a week, $5,000 in fines and five years supervised probation peeing in a cup. Chad had been given his clothes back, cleaned, which was now all he owned. That, according to his lawyer, was because his room had been cleaned out. Most likely by other drug users. The good news was Chad could plead down if he agreed to go out there and admit to his guilt. Admit to his guilt and plead Nolo Contendere. That term came from the Latin and simply meant "I do not wish to contend" or "will not contest". If Chad did that he'd get one year in Prison, no fine and no probation. He might even get into a nice recovery program and get out in three months. Chad was considering the offer when both he and his attorney were informed there were two new visitors that wanted to talk with him and his trial had been put on hold. The bailiff was removing his cuffs when the DA walked past. "You're getting a second chance kid! Take it!" "What's that supposed to mean?" Chad asked, being led into a conference room down the hall in the court house. He didn't get an answer. In the conference room were two women and he was invited to sit down. Both women introduced themselves and showed Chad their identification. Both had a briefcase that they opened but left turned away from Chad. They told him they were with the Major Crimes Division, Organized Crimes Unit, Foreign Active Gangs. "I'm going to ask you for your indulgence here while I present you with some lengthy but necessary background," Agent Helen Carter said. "Will that be okay?" "I guess," Chad said. "Thank you." Chapter Second Chance "Chad, not too long after you were arrested we submitted a photo search through the National Crime Information Center. NCIC is an electronic clearinghouse for crime data including all the photos of those booked. As it happens we got a positive hit on one particular image. That image was of you when you were booked during your arrest and charged for your misdemeanor drug possession of a controlled substance." "I remember," Chad said. "I mean how could I forget?" "I know, and again forgive me. This isn't meant to be condescending so much as to present our case and give you as much information as we can in doing so. Again I'm asking for your indulgence." "Sorry." "That image was searching for as close a match as possible to an individual also in our database by using a comparison software alongside a facial recognition software. These two packages actually do similar things and all I can tell you is it checks about 2,000 fine points after about 200 less fine points, which only occurs after about 20 very rough points." "As I said that search turned up you and then there was a comparison." "Of me?" "Of you to another that looks like you or vice versa." "And there was a match?" "Yes. From what I know it extracts coordinates from features like the center of pupils to the other, to the inside corner of your eye to the outside corner of that eye and the other. It checks your widows peak, width of mouth, pupils, lips, crow feet, and all kinds of things that I'm guessing I've missed. In fact I suspect I've missed dozens of other things as well. Suffice to say it's pretty damn good because I've just witnessed the results and those results were downright spooky," Agent Carter said as Agent Summers showed Chad his mug shot and Andrew's family photo blown up. "So who is that?" "His name was Andrew and he was this lady's brother," Agent Summers said pointing to Leonora. "Was?" Chad said, noting the past tense. "Exactly." Agent Carter noted. "So you hope to bring him back to his sister?" "Nope. We can't do that. We're hoping to bring just his likeness back to his sister. He died, she knows that. We're not trying to resurrect him, just reintroduce or foster his memories," Agent Summers said. "So I wouldn't be him?" "Nope, just enough like him to get her attention. From there you'd be yourself but your goal from then on would be ours." "What's your goal?" "To get as much information as you can without jeopardizing or risking your position with her." "How do I do that?" "Just observe and then report." "Who would I be reporting to? You?" "We were going to have you reporting to a Shea as your mother, who would then report back to us, but we sort of blew that one by not covering her background better. Truth is I think we're going to have to trash that part of our plan, So Shea as your mother is out for now!" "So what now?" Chad asked. "You'll be going to drug counseling." "Because I was arrested." "Exactly," Agent Summers said. "We think making it part of the plea agreement even sounds better." "So what if this other woman, this Leonora, finds out about that?" "She will find out. We're going to see to it, and she will understand. We think it will give you a little credibility," Agent Carter noted. "Like I said it's part of your plea bargain. You're already enrolled in counseling. You'll be seeing a counselor once a week. She's a licensed therapist." "Who is she?" Chad asked. "Me," Agent Carter said. "This way I know what questions to ask and what instructions to give for the next week. I'm already securing an office. "So I don't have a mom now?" Chad asked. "Not any more, we've modified that part of our plan. We've got to keep this simple, and it was just adding a level of complexity we didn't need. However, we are still going to introduce you to your Dominatrix," Agent Carter noted looking at Agent Summers. She knew they were getting close to where they were going to have to disclose the real reason Chad was being chosen. "I don't mean to sound stupid, but I know what a Dominatrix is supposed to be for, so you're going to need to explain her role to me," Chad asked. "I'm guessing your understanding is the same as ours Chad, but in this case it's a professional woman acting as a teacher for men learning to dress as women," Agent Summers said. ""Aw Jeez," Chad said, falling back into a chair. "What the hell did I sign up for?" Chapter So That's It "She was chosen for her skills, not her kills as it were. She's been hired to help us Chad, or rather you, if you agree to this," Agent Summers said reaching back into her briefcase and bringing out another picture. It was the one of Andrew dressed as a little girl. "If I agree to help you with this," Chad said laughing sarcastically. "You wait till it's practically too late and then suggest I can back out of this if I want. Okay, so what's my options if I want to back out of this?" "Chad, you already know! You face the same exact deal as before! No better or worse," Agent Summers said. "So no real choice but to say yes," Chad said. "Chad, it's just clothes," Agent Summers said. "Right! Just clothes! So easy for you to say. Now who the hell is that," Chad asked nervously. His mind was working overtime trying to connect the dots. If it was just clothes then why would they need a Dominatrix? They had hired a Dominatrix which didn't make sense at all and yet it suddenly did. He was looking at an adult dressed as a child. He was looking at someone clearly too old to be dressed the way they were dressed. "That, too, is Andrew," Agent Summers said. "I knew it! So that's what this is all about! It's not just clothes! You don't want some guy to dress like a girl. You're not just looking for a cross dresser. You're looking for some kind of nut! You want me to dress like a little girl," Chad said. "That's the reason for the Dominatrix isn't it? She's supposed to show me how to dress up like... Like that?" "Not exactly," Agent Carter said. "Then what exactly?" "It won't be so exaggerated as that. In fact we don't want you to dress like that. It would be way too obvious if you did so. We're putting together a plan that would allow you to dress a bit more conservatively than that. A lot more conservative, more discreetly," Agent Summers noted pulling a new picture from her own briefcase. "What's this? Who are they?" Chad asked, looking at a group of country western dancers obviously in a group and in a dance studio. "Country western dancers. This is a group at a dance studio called The Low Down Hoe Down Studio. This is one of the dance groups. They are a mixed lifestyles dance group that meets once a week to practice and dance together," Agent Summers said. "I don't understand," Chad said. "Chad, look at the dresses? It's what I'm trying to tell you. It's similar to what Andrew was wearing, but it's more age appropriate. Understand? It's similar but a whole lot more conservative. Even better, there is a reason for wearing those things. Best reason of all, that studio is only about a block from the mixed lifestyles bar which Leonora frequents," Agent Summers noted. "What's that mean?" Chad asked. "It means sooner or later you're going to bump into her. We've got an apartment that's already been leased under the Drug and Rehabilitation Interdiction Program. It's normally used by individuals till they can stand on their own two feet, and it's just another block further past that bar. It's State managed and subsidized," Agent Summers said. "I'm getting confused," Chad said. "I know I'm going very fast with all this but just think about it this way, it's all happening within a couple of blocks of one another within an area that is used to seeing people dressed the way you'll be dressed," Agent Summers said. "What about school?" Chad suddenly asked, still looking at the picture of Andrew and then at that dance group in their country western dresses. At least they were not dressed as little girls, although they did have petticoats and the same style shoes and some of the girls had bows. "No school," Agent Summers said. "What do you mean no school?" Chad asked. "We'd prefer you not start back to school yet. At least not until you've made some kind of contact with the sister. It's only going to complicate things for now. You pretty much blew your last semester but we could arrange for a sabbatical and maybe clear your record?" "Which is assuming I'm saying yes to all this, and I'm not sure I'm saying yes to all this. THIS IS NUTS," Chad suddenly yelled, looking from Andrew to the dance group and back again. "What's the difference between what he's wearing in this picture, and what these guys are wearing in that dance group?" "Well, first, those are not all guys! Some of the girls are girls. About half are women, the other half men and the difference is perception and obviously group support. The other thing is they all meet dressed that way, and there would be some comfort in that. You'd have a reason for dressing that way, which then legitimizes putting you in that bar in those things. While those things are pretty close to what her brother wore, they are not exactly what the brother wore," Agent Summers noted. "Not perfect, not by a long shot, but we're hoping it's close enough that it will get Leonora's attention. We think that your likeness and that outfit will spark the association needed and she will do the rest," Agent Carter said. "It's the flared skirts and petticoats that might push the look close enough to what Andrew once wore." "And if I say no?" Chad asked in frustration. "Chad, look, you already know the answer to that question so there is no reason to go there. A no ends this and that's that. We need you for this and you know that too. You're the lynch pin to this whole operation. Without you it doesn't happen," Agent Linda Summers said, sounding formal again. "With you we take down, or at least we've got the chance of taking down an entire organized crime syndicate. We take down people that are committing murders, human trafficking, prostitution, extortion and dozens of victim crimes, most are happening as we speak, daily and you can bring it down. You say no and it all ends. You say no and the deal ends," Agent Carter said. "And what happens to me?" "You really want to sit there and make me spell it out for you? Fine! So be it! If you say no Chad, I dial the DA and you start serving the sentence you were originally offered. That begins when the police pick you up and book you into county. I'll make that call the instant you say no," Agent Summers said. "Enough is enough Chad, do I call the DA, or do I call the Dominatrix? We're out of time." Chapter Damn, Make The Call "Okay, fine! So make the call," Chad said. "To who?" Agent Summers asked. "Make the call to the Dominatrix I guess." "Thank you! From all of us," Agent Summers said, picking up her phone. "Margret. Can you make the calls and let everyone know that it's a go?" "Shea? It's Agent Carter, it's a go. We'll meet at your place in thirty minutes." "Now what?" Chad asked. "Now we go meet with your teacher, Shea Shellac," Agent Summers noted. "Are you kidding me? Shellac? You're turning me over to a Dominatrix with Shellac for a last name?" Chad asked. "I've been told that's a real last name and not some kind of theatrical name," Agent Summers said. "Really," Chad noted. "Really. You can ask her about it when you meet if you want. Meanwhile, we're handing you over to Shea Shellac and she's taking you to your studio apartment, then shopping; then to meet your dance teacher, and from there I have no idea what happens next," Agent Summers said. "Except now that we got Shea coming in as a consultant and not your mother, we can go full steam on the drug counselor idea." "Okay," Chad noted. "We'll set up something for next week." Agent Carter said, handing Chad a card. "Address is on the front, I just had these made. Office is already there. It's a small room above a grocery store a stone's throw from your apartment. We've got two agents living in the same building and another pushing a homeless cart around the area." "Agent Summers, you said I'm meeting this Dominatrix and her name is Shea Shellac? You're sure it's not Shellac as in Shellacking? You know, like slang for beating?" "No, I'm not sure, but if you think about it that way, I suppose it could also mean a pretty, glossy, silky smooth protective coating as well?" "Nice save," Chad said. "Thank you," Agent Summers said as she closed her briefcase. "So, we ready?" "You might be, but I'm not," Chad said. "Car is down stairs," Agent Summers said. Chapter Shea Shellac, The Dominatrix Agent Summers and Carter walked into a spacious two story apartment that turned out to have a studio made from a converted basement that Shea called her dungeon, when she discovered Chad was a little paranoid about her. Chad's first question was why she picked the name Shellac? Shea laughed, realizing how much it bothered Chad. She let the question linger a little before telling Chad that she didn't pick the name. She got her last name the same way Chad got his, she was born with it. It was her surname, her family name, she said, and from what she knew of it, it was a derivative of Shillacre or Shelacre, she wasn't sure which. She went on to tell Chad that her father's, father's, father was originally brought from Holland to dig dykes and settled somewhere in what was now the Netherlands before immigrating to London. It was there that her father's father booked passage to America and settled in New Hampshire at the South end of it not far from Massachusetts where she ultimately was born and raised. Her father was a furniture maker and would often tell people his name was an occupational origin from the work as a Shellacker mostly to give a historical bent to his work so he could charge more. She was never sure if that ploy worked or not, but it paid for their house and her college. She believes she has relatives in London to this day. Chad felt immediately at ease with the woman who suggested that they shed the Agents and go see his new digs. Chad agreed, shaking both agent's hands and watching them leave. Shea grabbed her keys and she and Chad walked down the hall to the stairs that led to a two car garage, and a space large enough for two more leading off an alleyway. Chad asked if being a Dominatrix paid well and she laughed saying no, but day trading did if you played the long game. "Domination was for thrills," she noted; "And Day Trading was for bills," she added, as she backed out into the alleyway and eased her white SUV onto the street. It took ten minutes to get where they were going, another three to park in the city's parking structure and five to walk to the apartment. "Class act," Shea said as Chad pushed the door open. He was thrilled. Deep down a little scared, but thrilled nonetheless. It was like getting a fresh start and, in spite of what he still couldn't imagine - which was what scared him most, he did believe he'd been pulled up from out of the ashes. He tried wiping an eye without letting Shea see it. "Okay, that requires an explanation," Shea said, taking his hand and walking him to the very new-looking futon couch against the freshly painted brick. Whoever had decorated the apartment had done it modern and neutral, mostly in whites with only a minimum of color and that was a soft green. The apartment looked like it had once been part of the store below and converted with a large window facing the street. It ran thirty feet back to what looked like a bathroom and closet wall. The rest of it was divided into a combination living room, kitchen and bedroom separated by partitions with plants, books and a well thought out desk area. Chad's chest heaved. "Talk to me," Shea said, noticing the movement. "I wasn't going to make it, then all of a sudden I am," Chad said. "What do you mean honey," Shea said softly. She'd seen this before, many times. Something had triggered a release. Something had broken a dam and there was about to be a flood. "I wasn't on speed for very long, not even sure I was actually addicted yet but I was hooked for sure. Grades were falling, couldn't stop, couldn't go on, then the arrest, lost the quarter, was going to jail for a year. Saw everything black after that. No future," Chad said, taking another shaky breath. "Now this!" "Another chance," Shea said. "Another chance," Chad said. "Sounds strange, doesn't it, as bizarre as this chance is?" "What's so bizarre?" Shea asked. "You know, the cross dressing," Chad said with his cheeks flushing. "Different for sure, but when you think about it, it's pretty common. Best guess puts the number of men who cross dress at 27 to 41 million, so when you think about it, it's not bizarre at all." "But the way that Andrew was dressed?" "That's just a style, or perhaps it represents a moment in time or even a fetish of sorts. Hard to say, but even that is represented by some pretty significant numbers. Trust me when I say this there is nothing you'll see that doesn't have a significant following, and in this you're talking with an expert." "So you've seen men dressed like Andrew before?" "Oh Chad, you have no idea! So yes, I have, and more." "So what I'm doing is pretty mild?" "Down right conservative," Shea said. "The thing you have going for you is you don't really have to do anything extraordinary for this plan of the FBI's to work. You just have to be like those other 41 million other men in America who first struggle to find their place in all this. Best thing is you won't have to stumble about getting answers because you've got me." "But how is this going to work?" "Well, first of all it works because it was my idea. It's like I was telling the agents about your arrest and conviction? I mean if your lawyer identified you up front with gender dysphoria, and in the event you were found guilty and sent to prison, you'd have to spend your time separated from the general population. It's the law. Males diagnosed with GD go to a state medical facility because they can't be put with other males or females," Shea said. "What exactly is Gender Dysphoria?" Chad asked. "That's when you feel stressed or depressed because your gender identity doesn't match your sex. You feel like a female but you were born male. In your case it's why or could be why you cross dress," Shea said. "That is also how you can justify me being in the picture. I could be a part of your therapy. Does that help?" "Yes," Chad noted. "Okay, so, first go wash your face and let's tour this place which should take about 90 seconds. Let's see what you've got for food, toiletries and personal effects. Your rent is paid, so are your utilities. You get $125 dollars in cash when you go see your so-called therapist. I'm to give you that much now and I've got a card to help you shop for clothes. You're going to need both boy and girl stuff." "How do I know what to get for the girl stuff?" "I know what to get. Now let's see what we need for the apartment?" Chapter Shopping For the Apartment The apartment had nothing but the furniture - which wasn't exactly true because there were pictures and some decorations but no toiletries or food. That was first. Shea and Chad went along the street below, getting the basics after buying a granny cart. Shea had Chad start with a fair size garbage can that everything else got tossed into. Most all of that was cleaning products. On top of that was personal hygiene like tissue and toilet paper and paper towels. It took two trips and that many hours until Chad had the basics. Their second round, as Shea called it, was for food and staples like salt and pepper and the like. Whoever designed the apartment had included the cups and dishes and cookware which matched the decor. The small refrigerator had a nice selection of foods that could be cooked and stuff for snacks. There were things Shea liked that Chad didn't, but he got out voted because, as she put it, she could whip him. Shea was, according to Shea, his friend and acting big sister. That's who she would be introduced as, should the time ever come. He came out to her during a Dominatrix session on how to do his makeup, which was not too long after he was busted and was put into this apartment. That was mostly the truth. The rest was simply becoming new history. No really big lies, so nothing to stumble on. They finished by two in the afternoon. Shea left Chad there to shower and eat while she went home to do the same. She would return and they'd shop for clothes beginning at four till they were to meet the teacher at six. Chad came out of a long luxurious shower, dressed and spent the rest of his time on-line. He met Shea in front of the apartment at five minutes till four and they drove to the mall. Chapter Shopping For Boy and Girl He got underwear, socks, tee shirts and two pairs of jeans, slacks and a light jacket. Everything he bought for the boy went into a new backpack except his slacks, jacket and two pairs of shoes. He could get his Winter clothes as the temperature started dropping. The shoes and bag with his coat and slacks went in his folding granny cart. His boy clothes and receipt went into the backpack on his back. Chad needed his hair and nails done then makeup she said and that's when he paused. "Why do I need my nails done?" Chad asked as they started back out the door. "I mean if I'm just a cross dresser." "You might be transgendered as well," Shea said. "The thing is this is all new to you and you don't really know. So I'm guiding you through a tiny bit of reality. Besides, it should make noticing you a little easier for Leonora's sake." "Got it," Chad said with a touch of reluctance. Besides, she had said, looking a little feminine would help his cause when he went shopping for the basics. It was, she cautioned, always better to buy panties with color on your nails than not. It sounded reasonable but it scared the hell out of him. He was stupid enough to ask why. The answer was a man with color on his nails most likely wanted to be a girl, while the one without was most likely a pervert. They walked into the salon together but it was Shea that spoke. "He's petrified. First time. He'd like a basic manicure, pedicure, just a hint of color and can you do something with his hair?" The woman taking Shea's request came around from the desk and fussed just a little with Chad's hair a moment and said "Absolutely." She walked him to a girl named Carol and sat him in the salon chair, covered him with a lavender taffeta bib; then waved to another girl as well who scooted over with a stool and cart and immediately removed Chad's shoes and socks. His feet went into a warm bath of something while his left fingers went into a bowl of something else. That was Lucy on the stool doing Chad's nails while Carol helped him lean back for a shampoo. Chad didn't see Shea leave, but Shea had seen a Starbucks coming in. Shea could see the absolute panic and terror in Chad's face when she came back with her latte, but she'd expected it. She'd left him alone on purpose to give him a moment of terror. Lucy was on his right already finishing his right hand and Carol was trimming bangs when Shea sat and picked up a magazine. Another girl had just moved over to help Lucy with Chad's feet. "Pink for the Tootsies," Shea yelled. The woman smoothing the rough heel of Chad's foot turned, smiled and nodded. So did Lucy. Chad didn't but he didn't want to yell across the room. Shea knew that and smiled at Chad as she took a long sip of her coffee. He'd thank her someday. Chad's hair had been light brown when they walked in. It was still light brown but now it had streaks of blonde and it laid flat with no part making him look very pixie. You could almost say he was male but you'd lean female and yet there was a hint of ambiguity. Carol knew exactly what to do, Shea thought to herself as she ran the hair dryer and a brush over Chad's head. If Chad wore a bra he'd be a girl, without it he was a guy that wanted to be a girl. Either way most would guess he was wearing panties. That was the look Shea was hoping for. His nails had a hint of pink, just a hint, but it was there and length a tiny bit past the pads of his fingers. Chad was that close to passing Shea mused. She paid Carol as Chad was getting help putting his socks and shoes on. "You left me alone in there," Chad whimpered as they walked out into the mall. Chad was so bent on yelling at Shea that he didn't notice that they'd begun to walk the mall, as he tugged the cart behind him while he held the backpack on one shoulder. "You weren't alone. You had Carol and Lucy and the other woman with you," Shea said. "Besides, I was dying for a cup of coffee." "While I was dying," Chad said as they walked, which suddenly came to an abrupt end as he realized they were about 100 feet from the salon and in the middle of the mall. "Jesus." "What?" Shea asked, faking ignorance over Chad's sudden confusion. "Look where we are?" "I'm looking? We're about 50 feet from the clothing store? Why?" Chad was looking in the window of the shop he was in front of . It wasn't a mirror but it reflected his image enough that he could see more or less what everyone else could see. "I'm a damn sissy." "Effeminate." "There's a difference?" "Big time. Now come on or we'll never get done." Shea walked off without looking back. Chad had no choice but to walk to catch up. He hurried off after her, not wanting to look at anyone but he couldn't help it. There were people looking. Not everyone but some. He was dying. He wanted to run inside the store but almost ran past it. It was a girl's boutique. It was not something he or any other guy ran into. "Lingerie first," Shea said, moving through the store towards the back. "Can I help?" the young girl asked as they walked past. "Can you give him a shot of something? He's about to buy his first bra!" "Sorry, but if you like, I can hold his hand." "I think that would help a lot. Meanwhile I'm looking for a 26 'B' in a bra, size 4-6 in panties and then slips next." "Here, take my hand," the girl said to Chad. "If you like, you can leave your cart and backpack behind the counter." If Chad's heart had been hooked to a monitor he'd be off the charts as the girl led him down the aisle after handing him a basket to carry. She stopped at the panties. "Our smallest 4-6. Days of the week, packaged, all white in briefs, thigh high and bikini and colors next to those. Those over there are character panties like Disney princesses." Bras are behind you and slips next to those. The XS starts at the left and goes up from there. If you can wear a 26B I'd start with an XS in the slips. I'll be back at the registers if you need me. I'm Susan." "Thank you Susan," Shea said, nudging Chad. "Thank you," Chad said. "You're welcome. Just so you know, I love your hair." "Thanks," Chad said, blushing very red as Susan walked off. "That was a very nice compliment," Shea noted as she picked up a package of white panties and tossed them into the basket Chad held. "What are you doing?" "What you should be doing. Grab a 4-6 package of Disney Princess panties and those Hello Kitty day of the week. Both are seven per pack. That should give you three weeks. I'm going over to look at bras." Chad looked around and quickly grabbed the Disney Princess pack and then reached in and grabbed the day of the week package of Hello Kitty panties so he could rush over and stay with Shea. She had three white bras on hangers in her hand and was looking at a sports bra in white. She put all four of those in the basket then moved sideways to the slips. "Go get two three packs of white socks and two packages of nylons over there next to the panties." "I'll wait till you're done." "Honey, we don't have time. Go on." Chad looked at where Shea was pointing and who was nearby. He turned and rushed over to the socks without realizing he didn't know the sizes. He turned to rush back. "What sizes?" "Girl's small. And get a pair with ruffles or lace." "Damn," Chad said watching a mother walk by, stop, look and take her daughter's hand to walk her past faster. Chad hurried over to the socks, grabbed three white pairs of socks, a ruffled pair in white that he found next to the panty hose. He didn't know what size panty hose? "XS honey," Shea yelled from the slips. That woman with the daughter turned but quickly went back to looking at the dresses. Chad found the XS size but there were at least a dozen colors of brown. He grabbed the first and tossed two in the basket to rush over to Shea, but she was already folding slips up and moving to the nightgowns. "Here, you go to the other end and find a robe in a size 7-8 and I'll get you a couple of nightgowns. We're just going to have to come back for a couple of dresses. We're running out of time." "What's with that cat?" Chad asked as one of the nightgowns went past with Hello Kitty on the front. "She was kind of a favorite," Shea said, folding the nightgown in with another. Chad had never felt so relieved as he moved quickly to the robes. He found a white in a light fleece in the size she insisted on while she came over with a lavender and pink set of nightgowns that looked the same except for color. "Very cute," Shea said. "Now let's go ring these up. If we hurry we should just get to the dance studio in time." Chapter The Low Down Hoe Down Dance Group "Oh my God, never again," Chad said leaning back in his seat. "What girl is ever going to date a guy that dresses in the same things she wears?" "Lots. Me for instance. Trust me there are a lot of us girls and women out there that like having our cake and, pardon my pun, but getting it eaten too. And while you were too petrified to notice, we're here." "Now what?" "Let's go get checked in," Shea said. "Hello? I'm Tracy. Tracy Meriwether. This is my place and I hope you are here for the Low Down Hoe Down Dance Group. By the way, I'm also the teacher." "We are. I'm Shea, Shea Shellac. And I am currently acting as guide and chaperone to my friend here Chad Mathew; and yes, we are here for your class, or rather he is." "Wonderful. Please, let's step into my office and I'll get you signed in and get you started." Ten minutes later Chad had a cute packet of information explaining the history of country western, the types of dances she taught and scheduled. Chad also had an application he downloaded that provided the music she was using and videos of steps he could use at home if he wasn't. If he wasn't what? "You've walked in at the perfect time because we've just started our traditional square dance which will go on through Winter. It's very popular. I call it a cowgirl glide with lots of twists and turns. It's a pure joy in petticoats and ruffled panties and easy to learn. It's good for cowgirl boots or strap shoes. Do you have an outfit?" "No, not yet," Chad said, blushing when he had to think about it. At first he was going to answer that he didn't have cowboy boots, until he realized she was asking about girl clothes and shoes. "Here, this is one of the best stores around with an adorable line of dresses, skirts and blouses that just loves catering to our community. This woman Annabelle Baker is truly a girly girl and says our girls truly do appreciate the frills far more than most. Anyway, take my card by way of an introduction, and she'll give you ten percent off." "Thank you," Chad said, taking the card. "First class starts tomorrow at this time and we'll go for about an hour. Most of the couples like to meet after at the Oh Girls bar and lounge. Here, keep this card and you get beer for a dollar on Fridays." "Wow," Chad said, taking the second card she offered. "What's next?" Chad asked turning to Shea when they reached the sidewalk. "I'm taking you home. I'm going to help you bring your stuff up so you can put everything away, eat, look over your new class material, play dress up, relax or whatever, while I go home and get off my feet. I'll meet you in the morning for breakfast at eight and we'll finish your shopping. You need makeup, a couple of day outfits, something for night, and an outfit for that class." "More shopping?" "Hush before I take you back to your apartment and bring up one of my whips and a few of my handcuffs?" "You've got handcuffs?" "Keep talking and find out!" "I'm going silent now." Chapter Dresser Drawers and Shaving Legs Chad looked at the packages sitting on the kitchen table, taking scissors to the white panties first to remove the labels. He now had seven pairs that he refolded into a stack for his dresser. He opened the Disney Princess Pack next and the Day of the week pack after that. The princess pack was primarily white with the princesses decorating them in pink, mauve, baby blue, mint, peach, periwinkle, and lavender. The sales girl had neatly folded the three slips Shea had purchased, which was one full slip in white and two half slips with one straight and the other flared that she said was good for a-line skirts. Susan had said only cross dressers liked wearing slips nowadays and smiled. Shea had agreed, someone told her that it was the same with pettipants and pant liners. Chad took the labels off his three regular bras and the sports bra blushing over the notion of wearing any bra. He sat those together then opened the socks and packages of nylons. Both were in a light taupe. He flushed more over the ruffled pair of little girlish socks than the panty hose. The white fleece robe felt nice to the touch as did his two basic nightgowns when he took the labels off. He was looking at both trying to decide which to wear and blushing over the lavender or pink set. He had already decided to wear the mint colored day of the week panties with the Hello Kitty face because those were Thursday's pair and he wanted a layer under his baby doll pair. Besides, he mused, it's Thursday. "So what do you think Susan? Lavender or the pink?" Chad said out loud trying the robe on. He picked up the three stacks of panties, gathered the nylons and socks and headed to put them away in his bedroom before starting for his bath. He began the water with the new bath beads which were a lavender that Shea said were as close to baby powder as he could get. Baby powder was still feminine but not so obvious as some bubble baths. He made another trip for the rest of his girl clothes then stripped for his bath. His cell rang just before he stepped into his bath. "Hello?" "Shave," Shea said. "Well, hello to you too," Chad said. "You're my first call on my new phone." "I'm sorry, hello Chad. Do me a favor, shave your legs. Be careful, read the little paper that came with the razor we got you at the pharmacy, and be careful." "What paper?" "There is a little paper for girls that shave their legs for the first time. That razor set we bought when we were getting your toiletries, it's in with those things. Read it. Anyway. I should have mentioned it before now. Have you had your bath?" "I was just going into it." "Well, do your regular bath first, shave at the end so you can sit on the tubs edge, rinse with the shower and if need be shave again. You'll get the hang of it." "Do I really need to?" "Trust me, once you do it and wear a nightgown, you'll thank me." "Bye," Chad said, hanging up. He found the little paper. "What every girl should know about shaving her legs." Shea was right when Chad stood up to run the shower over his legs to rinse the soap from them. It was his second rinse after his second shave and he couldn't believe how smooth they felt. He let the hose drop to its full length and rinsed the tub before drying himself. He took the label off the powder-puff and tipped the baby powder over it before powdering his skin. He had laid the mint panties next to the lavender baby doll set after turning down the bed. The hot bath and shower rinse had taken its toll on him and he yawned stepping first into the panties. There was a wicked sense of overwhelming guilt not from wearing the panties but over how wonderful they felt coming on. Shea was spot on about thanking her. He let the panties fall then picked them up again. They came up over his skin and it felt like silk on silk. It felt the same with the bubble panties from his baby doll set. Even better when he let the top fall over him. The baby doll top was two layers of nylon with the top layer wispy while the bottom was opaque and silky. He had exceeded his shaving mandate by doing his chest which didn't really need it, but now he was glad he had as he twisted in the layers. He stopped suddenly, shocked at the moment he began ejaculating. "Damn!" Chapter Twist and Twirls "So, how did we sleep?" Shea asked as Chad buckled his seat belt. "Oh, oh? I know that smirk?" "I shaved and then... You know what, this one is going to be too hard to explain. So I don't think I'm even going to try. Where we going?" "Make sure you rinse them before you put them in the dirty clothes hamper." "What?" "Your soiled panties," Shea said. "You'll ruin them if you don't rinse them and let them dry after you've soiled them." "Oh Shea, that's gross." "That's life. Told you you'd thank me. But seriously, when you get home, hot water and soap. Okay?" "Okay." "What color?" "What color what?" "Are we going to do this all morning?" "The mint color because it was Thursday and I wore the lavender nightgown. Happy?" "Very. Now pull your pants leg up and let me feel." "Excuse me? Buy me breakfast first - maybe?" Shea laughed as Chad lifted his pant leg and pushed it towards her. "Wow. Now that's what I'm talking about." They pulled into the parking lot and waited to be seated. In that area the odds were if you were there you were most likely as not gay; so not too many paid too much attention to the girl that looked a little like a boy and the dyke walking in with her, or that's what one couple thought. They were from out of town and a little lost at the moment. Shea and Chad ate light while discussing the day. Shea mostly wanted to get the shopping out of the way and go through one complete transformation before the dance. It was Friday so the group would be going to the bar after. Odds were that Leonora wouldn't show but there was still a chance she might. Chad nervously ate his omelet. Right after breakfast they went back to the clothing store. Chad used his first minute in to ask the new sales girl about Susan. Susan was off Fridays and Saturdays the girl said, disappointing Chad a little. Remarkably though, just asking about Susan legitimized Chad's visit for the other sales girl and she instantly became more helpful. Shea explained that sales people often warmed up faster if they knew you to be a regular. Chad got two blouses, a basic skirt in white cotton, another pleated skirt, a pair of shorts and a jumper. Two more nightgowns that came to his knees that he wanted and two flowery dresses. One predominantly in a bright yellow, the other in pink. He found a pair of flats in both colors. He also found a cute white sweater. Shea had him try on all of it and never said a word about his casualness over how easily he did that. The funny part came when he was coming out in the skirt to look in the mirror wearing his tee shirt, and grew a tad uncomfortable not wearing a bra. "We need to work on that," Shea said. Their next stop was Girl's Stuff Boutique as Chad fussed with his new purse. It was a leather bag more than a purse or could be, a bit masculine but not. It had the look of a Pony Express Riders letter bag only a little smaller. Not exactly what a guy might carry in most places, but in that area it wouldn't shock too many people and it was big enough for his wallet and new makeup. The girl at the makeup counter was a doll and explained in detail every item she picked out for Chad. With Chad in front of a mirror the sales girl would use an item then peel off the price tag which automatically sold the item. Chad got a makeover and she got a sale. Shea thought she'd have to intervene but it was clear the girl knew what she was doing as she sponged Chad's new foundation on. There was a minimum of concealer and Chad's smooth face was to his advantage as she added the blusher to his purse when she finished with that. She went with the lightest hints of color for his eyes since he was in jeans and a tee and only one stroke of mascara with a gray eyeliner. He put on his own lipstick but bought three colors in pinks using the lightest to wear out after he kissed a tissue. In a separate bag were brushes, sponges, a mirror, Q-tips, a cute plastic tray to hold his brushes and makeup on his sink and a card with her name on it. She was a skin care specialist and she gave him a bottle of facial scrub at cost with a moisturizer for bedtime for his elbows and nose. Tracy gave him a high five and said she'd see him again soon. He'd made another friend. Girl's Stuff Boutique was quickly becoming his second most favorite place, and Tracy Lowell the counter girl was his second most favorite person after Susan at Angel's Boutique. "Don't fuss with those, just turn them every few minutes," Shea said. "You just want them to stay loose." Chad took the mirror out of his bag and looked at his face and newly pierced ears. He couldn't believe how girlish he looked. And those gold studs with the cubic zirconium diamonds were so delicate and feminine looking. But those were temporary Shea had said till he could wear the other ones. He pulled one of those sets from the bag. "Aren't these a bit too little girlish?" he asked. Chad was peeking at a set of pink rabbits positioned as if they were sitting and another that looked like that smiling Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland with more teeth than body. They were both a bit too cute, Chad thought. "Of course, but remember who you're trying to attract. In a week you'll be able to wear those," Shea said, pulling into a parking space a few spots from the Twist And Twirls Country Western store entrance. "Hello, and welcome to Twist And Twirls. I'm Annabelle Baker." "Hi, Tracy Meriwether recommended you, "Chad said, handing Annabelle the card Tracy had given him. "I just joined The Low Down Hoe Down Dance Group." "Head to toe outfit?" "Yes," Chad said. "Lead or follow?" Annabelle asked a little less loud. "What?" Chad asked without a clue what she was asking. "Are you playing the male or female honey? Do you want a dress?" Shea said in an even lower tone but loud enough for Annabelle to hear. "She's discovering herself." "Of course she is. Then let's do the sugar and spice and whole reason for dressing like a girl outfit," Annabelle said. "What's that look like?" Chad asked. "I'll show you and we can tone it down from there if you want," Annabelle said, turning to lead Chad and Shea deeper into the store. It was seriously country and included what Chad thought were wedding dresses as they walked past the tall cabinets to a far wall. They were passing racks of petticoats that began with mini's to almost floor length in nearly every color imaginable. "There," Annabelle said, sweeping her hands proudly across several cabinets of dresses that looked like they were made of satin with some looking like they were wet. "These are the top end of country western wear for dancing. If you're going to be twisting and twirling then this is what you want to be in. This and a bouffant slip under a petticoat." "What is a bouffant whatchamacolic?" Chad asked. "Good question honey," Annabelle said. "Bouffant just means puffy. It's not too popular now except for weddings and formals, and of course country western but it was a very popular silhouette during the mid-19th century. Back then girls and women always wore petticoats." "Which does beg the question? Why a bouffant slip and not just petticoats?" Shea asked. "That's the beauty of a dress and not a skirt and blouse, and likewise a full bouffant slip and not just petticoats," Annabelle noted happily as she fluffed the skirts. "You can exhaust yourself and never have either shift or fall away on you because both hang off your shoulders. Now with these dresses you can go to the split styles that look like a blouse and skirt, add a belt for looks and blend in with the same benefit. It's what makes dancing in dresses so wonderful." Meanwhile, just outside the glass windows of Twist And Twirls Country Western Store, sitting in a jet black BMW 750 was Lenard with a very sophisticated camera. Lenard was Leonora's top Lieutenant in her Ukrainian mafia and had just finished his routine sweep of Brenda Lee Beckworth's Bar and Restaurant Oh Girls. He was about to head back to Leonora's when he spotted Shea and Chad going into the country western store and nearly hit another car. He was positive he'd seen a ghost. He'd been taking pictures ever since. Five cars behind him an agent following Shea and Chad was taking pictures of Lenard. Brutus and Igor, bodyguard and driver for Leonora both perked up when Leonora swore in Russian. She said something else and then mumbled that it was impossible after Lenard had called. He was sending her pictures from his phone which consisted of a few of the best shots from the camera which he'd transferred via bluetooth to his phone. Leonora was on the phone with Frank Petrov who owned Petrov's Investigations as they pulled away from the house. He was told to meet Leonora there at the Twist and Twirls Country Western Store in ten minutes. Frank and his assistant Helga were now sitting with Leonora, still watching the young man in the country western store shopping for girl clothes. Frank had his own camera and was snapping pictures as Helga left the car to go into the store to try and gather as much intelligence as she could. It was all Leonora could do to keep from rushing headlong into that same store to hug who she was positive was her brother returned from the dead. One hundred feet away was FBI Agent Helen Carter and Agent Linda Summers. They had gotten an urgent call from FBI Agent Jack Brisket, who was a current member of the Chad Mathew watch detail assigned just that night to tail Chad and Shea till they went to bed. Agent Jack Brisket had seen the Black BMW pull up across the street and ran the plates immediately which came back as owned by one of Leonora's dummy corporations. That triggered his call to Helen and Linda. Agent Brisket was in the middle of that call when Leonora herself pulled up with her bodyguard and driver. The whole taskforce was awake after that. "I've got Leonora at the scene now," Agent Jack Brisket noted. "This is happening faster than we hoped," Agent Carter realized. FBI Agent Helen Carter assigned FBI Agent Harry Brakeman, another Member of the Chad Mathew Watch Detail who had just pulled up in the adjoining parking lot, to watch that woman Helga who was now joining with a man Frank Petrov in his own car that was about to drive off. Helen Carter didn't know who Frank Petrov was till they ran the plates. When the name came back with his company identified as a private investigative firm it was clear that Leonora was definitely interested in Chad. There was a lot of excitement in that hour that Chad inspected and dared to try on dresses under the scrutiny of Lenard, Leonora, Brutus, Igor, Frank and Helga on the one side while on the other there was Helen, Linda, Jack and Harry. Not to mention Annabelle and Shea. Chad could very well have died of a heart attack had he known there were that many eyes on him when he stood in front of the mirror in his first ever pink and white satin country western dress on top of his first ever bouffant slip. Chapter Petrov's Investigations Leonora was too excited to go to the club that night, which meant Lenard's sweep for electronic surveillance bugs had been a waste of time, but to him it didn't matter. What mattered was that he'd done the sweep. Had he not done it he might not have seen Chad going into that country western store, and that was part of the conversation Helen and Linda had with their boss over the phone. There was a tremendous amount of credibility to be had from Leonora's own man discovering Chad in such a fashion and they decided to leave the rest up to fate. Meanwhile Frank Petrov and Helga were just pulling into a parking space not far from Chad's new apartment. Helga had confirmed it was Chad's information that Annabelle Baker was writing down on the customer card she kept for her clients. Helga had walked into the store and purchased a pair of lacy socks from a bin and saw the card Annabelle was working on. The customer card was next to the stack of new things being rung up. It had to be Chad's. It was. Annabelle had taken Chad's sizes and transferred those to a card that also had his name, phone number and address on it. On the back of that same card was the style of dress he purchased. Of course being in that part of town she had mixed clients so having both men and women buying her dresses and petticoats was common. Meanwhile Helga was memorizing that information as Annabelle rang up the lacy socks that Helga purchased as a reason for being there. Frank was just jimmying the lock to Chad's apartment as Chad and Shea just started looking at ruffled panties. Annabelle had just finished ringing up all of Chad's purchases when Frank and Helga did one last sweep of Chad's apartment before pulling the door closed. Frank made a last wipe with his handkerchief and they both walked down the stairs just as Shea pulled her SUV into traffic. Helga was looking at the court papers that she'd taken pictures of in there and inputting Chad's name and docket number into a search program. She was sorting the pages that had come back on her laptop as Frank pulled into the huge driveway that circled a fountain in front of Leonora's house. Two brutes wearing suits a size too small stood on either side of the front door, and another walking the roof with an automatic weapon stopped to look down as Frank shut the engine off. Helga waited for Frank to open her door to keep the laptop open and running. Another man, this one just as brutish and answering the door was fitted with a shoulder carry expansion pack that held a Glock on one side and two full clips on the other. He wasn't wearing a coat as he gave Frank a casual nod. At six foot six and easily three hundred pounds he was forbidding without the gun; with it, he was downright scary as Frank gave his own nod back. Leonora came out from what Frank knew was the kitchen area. Leonora motioned for him and Helga to follow her back to the kitchen. Chad, Frank said, was newly released on his own after a plea deal for possession. Chad was on probation and court ordered drug intervention. "A first arrest with a twist," Frank noted, turning the laptop so Leonora could see the page he was about to speak of. Chad's lawyer had recommended, before the plea deal, a medical facility, for Chad's gender dysphoria. Chad was Transgendered? At least according to the information Frank had. Frank wasn't clear what form or fashion that took either, and he wasn't clear on how much of that was legitimate. When Leonora questioned him on what Frank meant, he said he could find no other notes, mentions, comments or history before the actual court case. That suggested to Frank it was done to get this kid Chad out of general lockup should he be found guilty and end up going to prison. At least that was Frank's opinion. It wasn't Leonora's opinion and that much was clear when Frank saw the look she gave him. Frank was suddenly positive Leonora saw this kid Chad as her brother personified and Frank's opinion didn't matter. It was then that Frank decided to quickly leave it alone. People had been found dead for angering Leonora over lesser things. Frank left the disk and motioned for Helga to grab her laptop and get out of there. Both made their way to the door, leaving Leonora to mourn the loss of her brother in private while planning the kidnapping of his surrogate. "Althea," Leonora yelled. "Pastroni ?erdhen!" "What?" Althea yelled back from her room. She lived off the kitchen in what was once the maid's quarters. She liked the space because it was away from the main bedrooms. She had closed her doors for the evening till Leonora had yelled. She thought she'd heard her say clean the baby's room? "I want you to get Andrew's old nursery ready," Leonora said, turning to see Althea coming down the hallway that led to her area. "For a guest?" Althea asked with that wicked grin she often got when Leonora brought home a young man to play the role of her brother. Some, a few, enjoyed the attention they got but only one or two tolerated the things Althea liked doing when she was left alone with them. For Leonora it was remembering the sex with her brother. For Althea it was preparing the sissy to meet the spirits. "Not for a guest.... For Andrew," Leonora said. "Look!" "Foshnja ime! Vajza ime e vogel Andrew," Althea gasped. She covered her mouth and heart. "I know Althea, I know! But that's not your baby, or your baby girl. He's not Andrew! That's just a kid that looks like him, but I know what you are feeling," Leonora whispered as she too was, once again, overcome with those same emotions. "How is this possible?" Althea asked. "Just some kid," Leonora said. "And our good fortune. Now go on and get the rooms ready. I'm going to take him tomorrow night." chapter Just A Little Bit Country "Hey, what are you doing? We've got dance lessons in an hour," Shea said after Chad opened his door a moment after she knocked. His dress, slip, petticoat and white boots were still where they were from the night before. Shea was in a light colored pair of stone washed jeans, cowboy shirt and boots. "I think for the first night I'll just go like this and see how things are? Too nervous to dress yet," Chad said. "I've got painted nails and I'll still wear a little makeup, right? It's not like I won't still be a little feminine looking. I mean in case this Leonora shows again." "Now you know damn good and well it's not going to work like that, and she's already shown. She's going to be expecting you in a dress and so is everyone else. Especially the ones playing the female parts in that dance group. That's the way it works! Someone wears the pants, someone else wears the dress. I'm wearing the pants. That means you're wearing the dress," Shea said. "Now come on and get dressed. Besides, we go from the dance studio straight to Brenda Lee's Oh Girls Bar and Restaurant." "Fine," Chad said, getting up from the stool. "Need help?" Shea asked. "No thank you," Chad said grabbing the ruffled pettipants Annabelle had talked him into getting. She had said it was eye candy for those watching the girls when the girls twirled or spun to see the ruffles. Chad's face had gone beet red when Annabelle held up the soft pastel pink ruffled pettipants in nylon. He was holding those same pettipants up now as he stopped into them. His disposable diaper, justified so he wouldn't have to use a bathroom, was still fresh, crinkled slightly as he lifted a leg. "Don't forget, put the petticoat on after the bouffant slip," Shea reminded Chad. "I remember," Chad said. That was the whole key to wearing the bouffant slip and a dress Annabelle had said, since boys didn't have hips. The slip and dress hung from the shoulders and didn't fall while they danced. She had also whispered that they shifted nicely around the body making it feel very erotic she'd noted. Chad did notice that as the silky nylon bodice slid over his hardening nipples. "I know that look," Shea said snickering as she came over with the petticoat to help with the layers of slip that were going to need fluffing. "What?" Chad asked innocently, but feeling the guilt at getting caught liking the feel of his slip. He was getting excited over the sensations. 'Who wouldn't?' he mused, as Shea helped bring the multiple layers of lace and organdy chiffon over his head. By the time Shea fluffed the slips layers on top of the bouffant slips layers there were five gathered around him, and nearly sticking straight out even before the dress was on. "God, you're going to be noisy with the dress," Shea said as she helped him get that on. She was right about that as well, as the skirt fell down and slid over the top organdy layer. The dress was lined in a light nylon under another layer of sheer crepe georgette that Annabelle had shown off very proudly the night before. The nylon was there to rest against the legs if there were no slips, or slid along the petticoats if there were; and the georgette gave the skirt form and kept the satin from sagging. It didn't hurt that it gave the dress more luscious layers to dance with either she'd boasted. "Why do girls like noisy dresses?" Chad asked as the rustling grew louder. "It's for the attention, silly," Shea said. "Now come on and lets' get your bow and boots on sweets, and go do some twirls. "They're leaving the apartment now," Lenard spoke into his phone to Leonora at the other end. She was already at Brenda Lee's Oh Girls sipping her first glass of wine. Brutus, her bodyguard, was just off to the side and Igor was standing by the car. Two others roamed the club in eye contact with Brutus, Leonora and the door. "Is he dressed?"Leonora asked. "Looks like a little girl," Lenard said smiling. Lenard knew what his boss wanted to hear. Truth was Lenard's tastes in women favored the little girl look, although he was thinking that the country western look wasn't too bad either. The irony of it all was Chad passed as a girl. Chad was one of ten "girls" in the group of twenty, now broken into two groups. In his group he was one of three men playing girls while the other group had two. Five genetic girls and five men dressed as girls Chad mused, as he reached over and took Shea's hand for the start position. Chad didn't know a Do-si-do from a Yee-haw as Tracy Meriwether the owner tried to teach the girls to circle their partner to her right? "Your other right Chad," Tracy yelled as Chad went around Shea on the left. It was done crisply and Annabelle had been right about the slips. Every time Chad moved the slips brushed the front and back of his knees or slid over his pettipants. Even wearing the diaper didn't stop the sensations from getting through nor did his nipples escape the nylon sliding over them. "You okay?" Shea asked, as Chad's eyes glassed over a couple of times during their maneuvers. "Yes, why?" Chad asked. "Just wondering? You looked like you were on the verge of an orgasm," Shea said snickering. "I'm guessing you like what you're wearing?" "I am not. I hardly noticed," Chad said. "Right! Then you wouldn't mind if I slip my hand under your dress and get a little feel for myself would you?" Shea asked. "Just to confirm that you're not liking it?" "Don't you dare," Chad said. "That's what I thought," Shea said. "Just let me know when you get off. Tell them you're not learning a thing." "You're gross," Chad said. "But wise," Shea said, grabbing Chad as they began their promenade. They were supposed to stroll cross-handed but Shea had suddenly picked Chad up and hugged him while gripping both cheeks forcefully lifting Chad off the floor. Instead of moving counterclockwise in a circle through a strolling walk, Chad's penis erupted explosively within its first rub. When Shea picked him up his penis was instantly crushed against his diaper, panties, petticoats and dress. Rubs came in the middle of the first bounces. Chad couldn't stop it nor the groan that erupted in Shea's ear. Shea held their position walking, and returned Chad to where he should have been alongside just as Tracy Meriwether was about to admonish them. Chad could hardly walk as the last of his pleasures left him, while he fought to compose himself through the remaining tingles. "Bitch," Chad whispered. "You're welcome," Shea whispered back then snickered. "Okay everyone, same time next week," Tracy Meriwether yelled, walking over to the counter where the small machine played her music. She hit stop and stood there as the couples broke up. "What was that about?" Tracy asked as Shea and Chad walked past. "He needed a hug," Shea said to Chad's reddening cheeks. "We all do once in a while," Tracy said. "Amen," Chad added as they headed for the door still savoring those sensations long after they'd passed. Chapter Rohypnol And Nanny Althea "You up for that drink?" Shea asked as they were about to drive the few blocks to the bar or back to the apartment. The plan was to go to the country western dance instruction, then head for the bar like the other students did and join in with them for their celebratory drink. It would give Chad a reason to be in his adult version of his little girl dress exposing some more to Leonora. "In for a penny, in for a pound," Chad said, still feeling mellow enough from his impromptu sexual release that he wasn't nearly as paranoid. It was Chad that spotted Leonora first. "We're having an argument," Shea said. "A what?" Chad asked. "Leonora is here. She's in a booth and she's watching us as we speak. We're going to look like we're having an argument while she is watching. If she does ask what we argued about tell her that I wanted to leave because I was tired. You wanted to stay so you decided to take a cab home," Shea said. "Understood?" "I understand," Chad said watching Shea turn and walk off. Chad moved into the middle of the group and found a chair. He ordered a Shirley Temple. Leonora leaned over, turning to Brutus, and whispered her instructions. Brutus walked off angling to intersect the waitress. The waitress paused, looked to Leonora, nodded and continued on towards the bar. Brutus continued to where Chad sat. Brutus bent and said something to Chad, who looked past him to Leonora for a second, then rose and walked with Brutus to her table. "Hi, thank you for seeing me. I'm Leonora. I've asked the waitress to have your drink brought here," Leonora said. "I'm Chad. What's this about?" Chad asked. "This," Leonora said, handing Chad a picture of her brother dressed normally as a boy. The comparison was striking, but when she handed Chad the one of Andrew dressed as a girl, the comparison was mind blowing "Who is that?" Chad asked, looking at the pictures, then at Leonora, then back at the pictures. Chad's drink came. He took a sip, another, and one more before sitting it down. "He's sitting at Leonora's table looking at pictures," FBI Agent Cindy Cunningham said through her wrist mike. She was in a business suit and was the latest member of the Chad Mathew watch detail. She'd been planted in the bar even before Leonora arrived. "I've got eyes on Igor, Leonora's driver still. He's pulled the car into the alleyway so whatever they've got planned, it's going to happen soon," FBI Agent Harry Brakeman said. He was another member of the Chad Mathew watch detail working the night shift. "I'm at the house. Nothing here so far," FBI Agent Jack Brisket said. He, too, was part of the night detail for the Chad Mathew watch. "Stay loose people," FBI Agent Linda Summers said, turning to Helen. "Doesn't look like you're going to get much of a chance to be Chad's Therapist does it?" "No, it doesn't," Helen said. "I was expecting all of this to take weeks. It's been days." "The power of love," Linda said. "Or lust," Helen noted. "Whichever it is, it's pretty damn powerful to move this woman this fast," Linda said. "Something's happening," FBI Agent Cindy Cunningham said. "Chad just slumped over. Leonora's bodyguard is lifting him up from the booth. Okay, Leonora has grabbed her purse and is walking out with him. They are going through the kitchen. Chad's out." "Okay people, this is it," FBI Agent Linda Summers said. "God, I hope we're right about this." "Come on, we interviewed two different men and they both gave identical accounts over what happened to them. Considering neither looked like Chad makes me believe he'll fare even better. Don't forget, they weren't even look-alikes," Helen said. "True," Linda noted. "It's not having eyes and ears in there when it all goes down that bothers me the most." "I know, but if this works, we take it all down," Helen said. "And in the end, that boy could be rich enough to have a half dozen therapists to get him past it all." "They are at the car," FBI Agent Harry Brakeman said over the radio. There was a few more minutes of silence. "They've left the alleyway, I'm following." There was a thirty minute play by play from the FBI helicopter that followed the car several miles away and into the foothills where the elite lived. The helicopter turned off for the airport to land when the house watch and tailing car reported the suspect car entering the gate. "He's here," FBI Agent Jack Brisket. "Okay people we're tucked away for the duration. Thanks everyone. Let's go to our next assignments," Linda said. "We've got the house watch starting." The large steel gate closed behind the Black BMW as it continued up the driveway. Althea was standing at the top of the steps as the car pulled up to them. She waited a moment. Leonora didn't look forward to the hysterics that would erupt from Althea when she saw Chad's face. Leonora watched Brutus get out and move to open the door. Chad was laying in Leonora's lap as Brutus leaned in and easily lifted him up and out. Leonora followed, climbing the steps to where Althea waited. "Foshnja ime ?sht? n? sht?pi," Althea said softly in Albanian as she moved to stroke Chad's hair. "Yes, your baby is home," Leonora said in agreement. For the first time even Leonora was casting aside any doubts. "Take her downstairs and get her ready." "Bebe," Althea asked. "Of course baby," Leonora said. "But vog?lush too." "Da, little girl too," Althea said. "She will be very pretty. Inside and out." "Downstairs Brutus," Leonora said, moving aside for the giant to carry Chad past and into the house. He went left and into the kitchen area then to a door that Althea reached before him to open. She flipped a switch and stepped aside to allow the giant to walk ahead of her. There was a five car garage with one of them dedicated to workout benches for Brutus and Igor. As part of his routine Brutus did a series of weight lifts in sets with one of those arm curls. His arm curls were done in repetitions of fifteen using 75 pounds per arm, and another set with 125 pounds. Brutus could literally curl Chad fifteen times as part of his "normal" routine as he made his way to Althea's work space. "Spasibo Brutus," Althea said when he laid Chad on the changing table. Brutus nodded and left. His day was done as he climbed the steps for the back of the house and his room. There was an extension added to the house eleven years ago that added six apartments connecting to the house that ran the length of the garage, each one a place for the six men that guarded the leaders. Brutus lived in the first. He opened a beer as he began to cut up two large potatoes and a large curled sausage. Chapter The Nursery Althea was six foot two and most likely could give Brutus a good run for his money. If, of course, she got angry enough - but at the moment she was being a mother and her baby was before her. Not the baby she or Leonora wanted, but that was why he was laying there. She was about to transform him. Althea had been taught her craft by her mother and her mother's mother before her. She wasn't like most mothers, normal mothers, but a priestess mother taught the skills to even fool the Gods. She'd been taught to transform a boy into a girl so even the Gods themselves thought the boy a girl. Not an easy task and not one left to just any mother back in the villages of Kosovo. Mothers that wanted to protect their sons from the Gods brought their boys to her, or those like her once a month during the brightest nights to be transformed, because that was when the Gods searched. Gods waited for the full moon to search and kidnap boys to take down into the underground to train and use as warriors to fight their enemies, with none ever to return. To avoid that kind of fate boys could be dressed as girls, which Gods avoided as useless for training. But for that to happen the Gods had to be convinced those boys were indeed girls. Althea began her ritual by removing all of the garments covering Chad one by one. His dress first, then his petticoat, followed by his slip that now hung on a rack. The rest like his pettipants were on a shelf while his diaper was rolled and tossed away. By that time the wax had warmed. It was a good thing that the Rohypnol was still working, but even so the ripping away of Chad's body hair still made him wince. Leonora loved the little triangle patch that Althea shaped around Chad's genitals, and she spent a little extra time on his eye brows before rolling him over. He was silky smooth front to back, top to bottom when she began her cleansing. Aretha's best method of fooling the Gods was finding ways to purify the boys inside and out, and from the inside it began with a cleansing douche of perfumed water done twice till the water left pure. She then would use a third of purified water scented with lavender essential oil. She hung the bag and introduced the first and second then the third till Chad's bottom was as pure as a baby's. With his douche completed, she slid his diaper and soaker under him and took up the pink tipped bunnies that so turned on his sister. As a girl Leonora had several dolls she played with, and those that wore diapers were pinned with the cutest pink tipped diaper pins. When Chad was carried into the Nursery he would be dressed as one of Leonora's dolls, and she would be looking to see if he was pinned with his pink tipped diaper pins. Althea closed Chad's diapers with generous amounts of baby lotion and powder before she took up the silky ruffled baby panties that Leonora liked. These were crinkly even though the vinyl lining was buttery soft and covered in silk. Althea added more baby powder before his baby slip and then the short baby dress. There was only one button to close it and the huge bow was already tied at the back. Althea added ruffled socks and booties to match his fingerless gloves and spent a moment putting him into his bonnet before he added a cute peach color to his cheeks. She used a finger for his lip gloss, wiping that clean then teased a baby pacifier into his mouth before she stepped back. "I p?rkryer," Althea said, repeating it in English, "Perfect." "Baby Nurse And Wet," Althea said, carrying Chad into the Nursery where Lenora sat in a rocking chair waiting with a baby's bottle of milk. She had been watching a monitor the whole time Althea had been preparing Chad for this moment. Leonora herself wore a maxi pad and was wetting terribly as Althea carried Chad to her lap. "Hello precious," Leonora said, allowing Althea a moment to settle Chad into her lap before she let her remove the pacifier. Leonora teased the wet nipple of the baby bottle against Chad's pinkish lips and instinctively he began to suck and nurse on the rubber nipple that slipped into his mouth. Leonora was holding the bottle with her left hand freeing her right to explore and she did immediately. Chad was between the Rohypnol and a comfortable sleep that was shifting towards wake as Leonora's hand slipped into his diaper. As soon as the warm fingers began teasing his penis it responded and grew. Her thumb circled the tip and it jerked a pleasant response as she caressed his hardening flesh. She pulled free and laid her hand over his panties. As she so often did once she aroused her brother, she would use his ruffled rumba panties over his diaper to gently caress his penis into a climax to get him used to his baby state and her dominance, and she was doing that again as she began to masturbate him under his baby clothes. Chad woke to the most pleasant of dreams just as he was building to a glorious explosion, only to discover he wasn't dreaming. He tried to hold back and even push on the nipple with his tongue, but it was too late as the first spurt rocketed forth in its first wave to take hold of him. He arched instinctively unable to stop and uncaring to even attempt it as the second blast came. With the explosions committed he simply nursed and allowed her to rub till there was nothing left. "You're my Baby Nurse and Wet," Leonora said. "Now it's time to wet precious." "Can I ask you what happened and how I got here?" Chad asked. Leonora was still rubbing the front of his panties and diaper. "After you wet sweet heart," Leonora whispered hungrily. "I need this part baby. To finish." Chad sensed the urgency and fearing repercussions began the task of trying to wet a diaper. He thought it would be easy, but years of conditioning not to wet his pants was making it hard to just lay there and wet - so he closed his eyes and imagined himself standing in front of a toilet and that helped as did the urge. It began as a small trickle and grew from there. "Oh, what a good baby girl," Leonora whispered as Chad's diaper warmed from the flow of urine. He felt her shudder slightly as her hand moved further down between his legs to the fleshier part of his thighs. She nestled within his thighs there and shuddered again. "Such a good baby," Leonora whispered, bending to kiss Chad on the lips as she fussed with the lacy edge of his bonnet. She toyed with the ribbon under his chin, the hem of his dress, even plucking at his panties a couple of times. She was, she said, "Dolling". "Why so sad baby doll?" Leonora asked. "You drugged me," Chad said. "I have to take drug tests weekly as part of my probation. If I fail I go to jail." "Oh precious, I know that. I didn't give you anything they can trace. I wouldn't do that. I want a playmate. I drugged you so I could dress you up without harming you. I wasn't sure if you were really a cross dresser or not? I got the impression you're not," Leonora said. "What if I wasn't?" Chad said, still laying there in her arms and growing a little uncomfortable in that position, dressed the way he was. She was still holding a baby bottle and it was still only inches away from his lips. "It wouldn't matter, I wanted you too badly to let that stop me. You might not have enjoyed it as much, but I would have enjoyed it still," Leonora said. "So are you or not?" "It was my lawyer's idea," Chad said. "In case I went to jail. If I was declared transgendered, I would have to go to a medical facility." "So who's the woman?" Leonora asked. "A therapist?" "She's a dominant. My lawyer hired her for a month. I get an hour two days a week to teach me how to shop, dress up and stuff. After my fourth session with my state therapist the dominant steps out of the picture. By then I'm supposed to know enough to do it on my own." "So then, what if I teach you?" Leonora asked. "Who are you?" Chad asked. "A very horny older sister who lost a brother that liked to dress up just like you are now, and I'd very much like to pretend you're him," Leonora said. "Like for instance, you see that doll over there, the large one standing by the crib?" "Yes," Chad said. "That's a Patti Play Pal doll. I've had her since I was a little girl. I used to dress my brother in her clothes when he was little. When he got bigger I had dresses and slips made to match hers so he looked like her. I still have all of those things and they will fit you. I want to change you out of your diaper and put you into panties, a slip and a dress like that one and play some more. Will you do that for me?" Leonora asked. "Will I have to wear a diaper?" Chad asked. "Not as my Patti Play Pal doll," Leonora said. "But as another doll, right?" Chad asked. "Yes," I will diaper you as my Baby Nurse and Wet, and I have another favorite called Betsi Wetsi that wears diapers so yes, you'd have to sometimes wear diapers, but if it helps you'll also have to breastfeed when you're wearing diapers. Would you like to nurse my breast in a diaper?" Leonora asked. "Is the dress you have for that doll just like that doll's?" Chad asked. "It's nearly identical," Leonora said. "And once I'm done dressing you up we'll make love like a boy and girl only you'll be dressed as Patti Play Pal because I don't like making love to boys. Okay?" "Okay," Chad said, feeling himself growing aroused. "Come on and I'll get you out of these diapers and into your Patti Play Pal Panties. "She's got her own panties?" Chad asked as Leonora lifted Chad from her lap. Chad was literally carried to the changing table in the nursery and laid over the mattress that easily accommodated him. "Was your brother and I the same size?" "Identical or nearly so," Leonora said, pulling Chad's plastic lined rumba panties down to give her access to his diaper. He was surprised to find that the panties kept everything so dry and that the diaper he'd been put into was as thick as it was, but he hadn't seen it go on so he hadn't seen the thick soaker either. "You're being a very good little girl for me," Leonora whispered. "And you don't need to answer Chad." Chad got to the hint immediately and kept silent as she lifted to allow the diaper to be tugged free of his bottom. Evidently this was all part of Leonora and at one time Andrew's play. The diaper came off the rest of the way with his rumba panties. He was naked from the waist down as she began to wipe him with a wet baby wipe. She was motherly, and caressing and carefully exacting where she wiped gently, lifting his testicles to wipe under them. She seemed to enjoy his arousal when she got it. "Does baby like that? She does doesn't she!" There was baby lotion, not the oil, and that too was arousing as she rubbed it in lavishly and excessively and for quite a long time till it was fully gone. Chad, for his part, was willing to lay there and enjoy the sensations for as long as she wanted him to, but she whispered that Andrew liked going under her dress to rub and caress her panties. Chad thought that too would be wonderful and did so. He found her terribly wet and very warm, and she responded to his touch with a whispered yes when he did so. "That's it baby, right there. Just like that. Mommy likes that." Chad eased past her pad with a finger, and she pushed slightly by way of encouragement. She, too, was gripping him instead of wiping, and it was clear they were playing with each other instead of her dressing him. There was a sudden change of activity as she bent to remove her panties, and when those were off she sat Chad up before lifting his dress and slip. She eased towards the table and spread Chad's legs while moving between them as she eased both hands under each cheek of Chad's bottom. She was strong enough to lift him and even managed doing so as she walked back to the daybed. She went on her back leaving Chad above her till she guided his penis into her. Her meaning was clear as Chad pushed further in while she pushed against him. They reached their maximum thrust then pulled back again and pushed together just as slowly wetting each other more as they did so. They were perfectly rhythmic when she slid both hands up his slip and dress to fondle his nipples. Chad too, taking a lesson from her, slid to her voluminous breast and squeezed. It was like playing with a doll that made sounds because she moaned each time he pressed. Chad wanted badly to nurse one but settled on caressing as she diddled with his. Their pace quickened, and he wasn't sure, but he thought she climaxed with him as he exploded a second time deeply within her. He pushed hard and held it there as the spasms flushed him dry. She gyrated while her legs clasped him firmly, just as her arms embraced him hard to her chest. He was trapped there till she shivered a gasp and released. He fell to the side of the bed, his baby bonnet slightly askew, while his dress and slip was still gathered up, leaving him naked without panties or a diaper. He was flaccid and completely satiated, and as far as he was concerned she could put him into anything she wanted. Diaper, panties, ruffles, lace? It didn't matter what he wore or why he wore it. Whatever she wanted to cover him with was okay with him because he knew she would be the one to uncover it later. "Ready for your Patti Play Pal Panties now honey?" Leonora whispered. "Oh yes," Chad whispered back. Chapter First Therapy Session Chad emerged in the black BMW, in jeans and a tee shirt, driven by Leonora's driver Igor when the iron gates opened. He was dropped off just at the sidewalk in front of his apartment. It was just an hour before his session with his "therapist". The FBI agent following them noted that Chad was carrying a dress bag and another bag, which someone astutely pointed out was most likely what he'd been wearing when he was drugged and carried into the house. Chad looked to be in very good shape when he left the compound, and it had already been decided to leave things as they were soon after Chad was spotted in another baby dress on the patio. Chad had been sitting opposite Leonora herself in a baby doll nightgown having breakfast. The agent reporting that day said he saw no restraints nor injuries. It was Linda's call to let things play out. Everyone was on pins and needles waiting for Helen's report after Chad was let off by Igor. There was a nervous anticipation to hear what had transpired over those three nights and two days spent under Leonora's roof. At first Helen had set up a conference call between Chad, her, Linda Summers and Director Edwards Blake until Chad refused to talk with anyone else listening. Chad said it was too embarrassing to have that many people hearing about his various states of dress and the ways he'd had sex with that woman. Helen tried to reassure him that what he'd done undercover wasn't his fault, but he was adamant about going on with anyone else listening and the call was ended. Helen began to understand when Chad described the baby dress he woke in, telling her he was heavily diapered. Evidently she dressed her brother like she had her dolls, and she had both baby dolls and dolls that just wore panties. Chad went on to describe his Patti Play Pal doll clothes, which all seemed to be full skirts over a full length slip that had attached petticoats. When he was Leonora's Patti Play Pal doll he wore loose fitting panties in either satin or nylon over a snugger pair of nylon because she liked rubbing one pair over the other. When he was a doll baby he wore diapers. Chad wasn't sure about all the doll names, but he did remember Baby Pattaburp because that doll and another, the one called Thumbelina, had similar pink baby dresses and shared the slip he wore with them. Thumbelina had soft pink diapers with her own matched soakers that Leonora put him into for a session that included baby food and a baby bottle. The doll clothes that Baby Pattaburp wore included a satiny pair of ruffled panties under the dress, because he was held after his baby bottle to be burped. He actually had to make a burp, he said. Leonora's doll playing was very elaborate he noted, but each doll always ended up with sex. He wore booties when he wore diapers and Mary Jane shoes when he wore panties. He did remember that much. He also found out that it was Althea that had shaved him and waxed his body before shaving his pubic area into a heart shape pattern. Chad also told Helen that Leonora confessed he'd been given Rohypnol, and even showed him the pill as reassurance it was the only thing he'd been given. Chad had told her that he was being drug tested as part of his probation and Leonora was giving him more assurance that it wasn't detectable. That's when Helen stopped him. "You said she showed you the pill she gave you," Helen said. "Yes," Chad said. "How did she show you the pill?" Helen asked. "Was it in a prescription bottle or pill case or what?" "It was in a porcelain pill case on top of the shelf above the changing table where I was being diapered," Chad said. "How many pills were in the case?" Helen asked. "Three or four," Chad said. "Four." "Hold on a second," Helen said as she picked up the office phone and punched in some numbers. Linda answered. "Linda, I need the director on the line as well." "You got it," Linda said. There was a moment's pause and then FBI Director Edwards Blake was on the line. "Okay Helen you've got us both." "I think we've got something." Helen said. "In talking with Chad, we've got Rohypnol in the house in close proximity to where Chad was. That gives us a Schedule I possession. Not to mention he was given the drug to incapacitate him to execute a kidnapping. On that we need to test him for it right away. We're still under the 60 hour limit. If he tests positive that gives us drug rape intent which ups the sentencing to 15 years. At the very least we've got 3 years for possession. That includes personal and real property forfeiture related to the violation. I'm talking about the house, cars, her books... all of it." "We could end the investigation on just what we've got right now," Linda said. "We could bust her tonight if we could execute the warrant fast enough. If we could turn her on the pills, we wouldn't even need Chad's testimony," Helen said. "How's that?" Director Blake asked. "What if she thinks we've got at least two, maybe three more guys?" Helen asked. "She's looking at 45 years. What if we tell her that if she turns we give her a new life and Witness Protection?" "You think she'd go for it?" Linda asked. "45 years or a new life?" Helen asked. "Can we get a judge to sign a warrant tonight?" Helen asked. The session ended and Chad was given the opportunity to go back to his apartment with Shea before they were escorted to the emergency room for a rape kit. The entire detail was put on alert. FBI Agent Jack Brisket went with Chad and Shea. Chapter Organized Crime Control Act and RICO The District Attorney empowered an emergency Grand Jury to listened to charges of kidnapping and illegal drug use during a rape and schedule I drug possession. Secret convictions were handed down and those convictions were typed into a warrant for Leonora AKA Eleonora Brashear and "others". That warrant was hand carried to the home of a circuit judge who signed it, allowing for it's execution within the next 48 hours. While 12 members of SWAT checked and rechecked their gear, Chad and Shea sat in the emergency room as Chad provided a urine sample for a supervised male rape kit. The test sample was given to FBI Agent Jack Brisket, to maintain a tightly controlled chain of custody. With the sample given and Chad back at FBI headquarters, there was nothing to do but wait. Chad went to the break room and made cocoa for Shea and Agent Brisket as two teams of six hit two of Leonora's locations: The first was her house, with the second her warehouse office, which was deemed connected because of the current connection of Leonora. To their good fortune they found two more pills in a pill case in Leonora's purse. While she insisted it was a misdemeanor, she went ghostly white over the information of multiple rapes and a potential 45 year sentence. Nearly half of Leonora's organization was on visas sponsored by several dummy companies that had little to no foundation and crumbled under scrutiny almost immediately. Within hours Althea, Lenard, Brutus and Igor were being held at Immigration under risk of deportation. There were fourteen others at risk of being flown out of the country within the next day or two as well. Lenora's lawyer was giving her hourly updates as her empire continued to collapse. Had it not been for his retainer he, too, would have been lost to her. It took eleven hours to bring about the final collapse of Leonora's empire but the last push came when her lawyer sat down and said the government had finalized its last deal. They will drop all three changes of drug induced rape and include Witness Protection for her unrestricted testimony for the remainder of the Ukraine mob. When Leonora asked what happened to the fourth drug and rape charges she was told that the boy Chad Mathew had asked not to testify against her, and was granted an exemption against testifying. Leonora was handed a note given to her by Shea from Chad by way of Leonora's lawyer that read: "I envied Andrew." Leonora agreed to the District Attorney's terms and conditions with only two minor requests: One that she get to talk with Chad alone for five minutes and the second, that she continue to hold the title to a small farm currently being cared for by the daughter of a family friend. That friend was never connected to any of the mob activities, only to her grandfather. A check was made of the grandfather, since deceased, the mother and the daughter. Without the normal gangster ties, and no connections to be made back to anyone currently under indictment, the requests were made. With that done Helen talked with Chad who eagerly expressed his own desires again. Arrangements were made for Chad to meet with Leonora at the women's side of the county jail a day later. Chad had written the note and taped it closed so that no one else could read it. He'd been too embarrassed by the ramifications of it, because he knew what it meant as he walked down the steel lined halls echoing all the voices that were hidden behind so many doors. He was ushered into a lawyers room that was supposed to be private. "Hi," Leonora said softly. "Hi, Chad said with a blush forming instantly. "It's not the Stockholm Syndrome." "I know," Leonora whispered her understanding. "I mean, I'm not attracted to you because of some odd trust or from some weird affection from my kidnapping like they're suggesting," Chad said. "I know," Leonora whispered, reaching out to pat his hand. "I fell in love with you too." "I couldn't help myself," Chad said. "Me neither," Leonora whispered. "So now what?" Chad asked. "Come with me," Leonora said suddenly. "Where?" Chad asked. "I can't say. It's a condition of WITSEC. I can't violate that condition or it's pulled. I can tell you that if you do come with me I'll take care of you," Leonora said now holding Chad's hand. "How would this work?" Chad asked. "Do you want it to work? I do," Leonora said. "Yes," Chad said. "Then it will," Leonora said. "How do we do this?" Chad asked. "We have to tell them we want to be together," Leonora said. "This is going to be so weird," Chad said. "My whole life with my Andrew was like this," Leonora said. "Will you be honest with me if I ask you a question?" "Yes." "Does it bother you that you did those things with your brother?" Chad asked. "No Chad. Listen to me Chad, he wasn't really my brother." "What?" "It's true. Everyone thinks that but he wasn't. He was a neighbor. We let people believe he was my brother because at the time the authorities would have taken him. It's a long story and not important now, but if that part truly matters to you he was not my brother," Leonora said. "And you wouldn't be either." "What would I be then, if not your brother," Chad asked. "The same as he was," Leonora said. "My lover." "Would I still dress the same?" Chad asked now, suddenly feeling odd over what he was being told. "I mean would that change?" "It can't change! It's the only way I've ever had sex Chad. Chad, you need to understand something before you say yes or no. When Andrew came to live with us and Althea dressed him like a girl he didn't like changing back to a boy. The only reason he did so was simply because he had to. But growing up with him it's the only way we had sex. It's the only way I can have sex. It's the only way I like sex," Leonora said. "I'm just as trapped as you are." "I like being trapped like that," Chad said blushing deep red as he said it. "I know. Me too. I mean I knew it the moment you came out from the effects of that pill. That's why you didn't get another. You're the only boy like Andrew," Leonora said. "You're the only boy that's ever wanted to actually be like Andrew. I fell in love with you the moment you began nursing that baby bottle in my arms. I want you to do that again, and again. For as many days as we can have together." Chapter Living Dolls, Clothing And Accessories Chad's dream shifted from something he couldn't remember to something wondrous as he slowly sank into a massive pile of pastel colored silks. They were rising up on either side of him like a pool of warm water to enfold him in shimmering silky smoothness till his rumba panties were covered. He felt the flat firmness then as the pile of fabrics began rubbing him in a slow gentle circular motion. Something teased his lips as he opened his mouth to allow it in. It was a nipple that pushed past his lips and dripped warmly at the back of his throat till he swallowed and nursed for more. He drifted towards consciousness but only because there were sensations forcing him towards the surface of reality, and he had to urinate. His mouth relaxed into a smile as he realized what was happening and let it. It was such a nice way to wake. "About time," Leonora whispered as Chad's hand, at first laying at his side and fingering his ruffles at the edge of his panties, now searched for the hem of his lover's nightgown and her own panties' edge. Leonora loved her baby doll sets and bubble panties, and that's what she wore standing next to Chad's crib when she woke him, and that's what Chad found when he woke. A finger teased into her and gently brought her to the climax she was near just as she brought him up to his. Leonora pushed against his hand and crib as Chad arched into his first pulse. "That's it baby," Leonora whispered encouragingly. Chad was no longer nursing but did swallow milk still trickling in. He did suck again when he was no longer pulsing into his diaper and at that moment began to wet. Leonora shuddered a little as she waited through the last of it. "Finished?" "Finished," Chad said, allowing her to remove the baby bottle and let the crib's side down. Between the daybed, crib and Leonora's bed he had options but last night he'd felt so babyish in his new outfit that he wanted to sleep in the crib with the sides up. "What a fun way to wake!" "Shower honey. We've got a long day. At least two hours of packaging, maybe another hour of emails before we go into town and then I've got to get another bolt of satin, some ribbon and lace. Oh, and you and Nadia have got to do the new dolly pictures this afternoon! Maybe after lunch, okay?" Leonora asked. "So I'm not going to spend the day in diapers being babied?" Chad asked. "No, and neither is Nadia. In fact, she's already dressed and eating breakfast, so step on it. I'm simply spoiling you because I know how exhausted you were from sex last night," Leonora said snickering. "Now come on. I've laid your clothes out. Jeans and tee till we come back from town and then if you're good, you can wear a disposable after lunch and play a little with Nadia." "Done," Chad said as Leonora pulled his rumba panties down far enough to expose his thick diapers and diaper pins that held them on. He slept in double cloth with a soaker at night that easily took his best as he watched. Leonora deftly undo the diaper pins and remove the sodden mass down and past his bare feet. She had slipped his knitted pink booties off that Tatiana had just finished. His pair match the ones Nadia wore. Nadia and Chad were twin baby girls last night for the photo shoot. With confirmation that they had good images, Tatiana gave her okay for the two sissies to wear them for their play time. Over the next week they all would spend time making sets for their eBay sales. Of course they were not exactly playmates when Chad and Leonora first arrived, nor could Chad sew a stitch in the beginning. In the beginning all Chad could do was gape at the cute girl with her mother meeting them at the airport that afternoon on their first day of freedom. Chad had been cautioned that they would meet Tatiana and Nadia Cherenkov when they landed. Chad was a little unnerved to know he was meeting a girl that may or may not understand or tolerate a boy that likes dressing as a girl, or that had a fetish for diapers and baby clothes. That's when Leonora had laughed promising things would most definitely work out, and when they had a quieter moment she would explain why. That moment came soon after taking off for Leonora's estate just as their flight settled at cruising altitude... "Now then Chad, let me tell you a little about that girl Nadia..." Chad was happily floored at the end of the story. He wasn't going to be met by a girl that might or might not tolerate what he was. He was going to be met by someone just like him. Perhaps not so much into the baby stuff but that was okay because that didn't matter. What did matter was that Nadia was every bit the little girl that Chad, AKA Mary was. Chad couldn't wait to land as he recalled the details of what he'd been told. Before he was Nadia Cherenkov, he was Naoki Cherenkov which means Tree of Truth. Like Andrew, Naoki was dressed as a girl once a month in his own village and hidden away in plain sight from all those evil spirits. Unlike Andrew, it was Naoki's mother that took longer and longer to return him from a girl back to boy. Fortunately it was a kind of mutually agreed upon transition that got slowly walked back. It was Leonora's grandfather's interest in Tatiana that gave her the opportunity to leave her son in dresses. By the time Naoki's mother Tatiana came to America as a servant for the Brashear estate Naoki was living full time as Nadia Cherenkov with no one the wiser. Except of course Althea and by way of Althea, Leonora. It was such an odd meeting when Naoki and Chad both sat at the table for their first lunch together dressed as Nadia and Mary together. The only difference was after unpacking Chad's things, which at one time had all belonged to Andrew, Nadia was invited to wear her choice of dresses. With one provision Chad had cautioned. There was a giggle, a snicker, then laughter and finally agreement as Nadia picked his dress. With that done he got to pick rumba panties lined in plastic or plastic panties with ruffled panties over those? Nadia carried the diaper, ruffled panties and diaper pins to his mother's bedroom to get ready for lunch. "Well?" Chad asked. "It's like sitting with a blanket bunched up between your legs," Naoki said. "And I miss my panties." "Maybe we only have one baby in the house," Leonora said. "And the other little girl is potty trained," Tatiana added. "That would work," Naoki said. "Chad can be the baby still and I'll be the one potty trained." "And you both can still be dolls," Leonora said. "I like that," Chad said. "Same dresses even. The only difference is what's underneath." "Perfect," Nadia said. "I might try the baby bottle though, but with juice." Everyone laughed.