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All rights for this content belong to Shiraz Derwine. Please leave a review if you liked this story. All reviews are important to me and motivate me to write more. ------------------- The Evening Bubbles Club - Part 1 ------------------- My name is Tony, and this story is about the only interesting part of my life. About three years ago, I moved from Atlanta to Los Angeles when I found a job as an E-Commerce developer for a company in the Valley. I was 25 years old and I had already gathered some valuable experience with some programming frameworks. A clothing company needed a boost to their online operations. The job turned out to be a lot less interesting than I hoped for, but it paid well so I decided to stay. As an incentive, the company would give me small bonuses every month based on online sales. Other employees were getting similar bonuses, and they could swap the extra cash for three times its value worth of the company's products. Obviously, I could have done the same, but our catalog was exclusively womenswear and I had little use for it. After the first few weeks at the new job, I looked around for a place to stay. My wage allowed me to pay for decent accommodation, but I didn't want to live by myself as I knew very little about LA. I subscribed to a website that matched young professionals looking for a pad with others that had a spare bedroom and in less than ten days I moved into a new home where Angela had already been living for about one year. She was one year older than me and she worked as a designer for a makeup brand. Usually, she explained, she wouldn't share the house with a guy but since I looked clean and open-minded enough to work for a womenswear company she thought that she would give it a go. She also told me that her previous house-mate, a girl, kept asking her for free products from her work, and she was happy not to have to deal with that kind of request anymore. Angela was hot, really hot. She had a "girl next door" aura but she clearly knew how to show off her body and how to use the makeup sold by her company. When I first met her I had to bite my tongue to try and contain a raging erection. I still remember that Thursday night and the moment when she opened the door wearing a very short dress that seemed to be made of liquid gold. Her round and perfect breasts, thin waist, and slightly wider hips gave her a perfect hourglass shape. Her long legs ended in a pair of high-heeled gold sandals. I wondered who dresses up like that when showing the house to a potential housemate, but a couple of bottles of champagne chilling in ice buckets in the kitchen made me understand that she didn't dress up just to meet me. After I moved in, I got to see Angela in a lot or much more relaxed outfits, but she was still looking hot even in a sweater and pajama pants. Anyway, we soon became good friends and I set aside any lust in favor of a better life in the house. I also learned that the Champagne on a Thursday night wasn't a one-off and that every week she would host what she and her also incredibly hot friends called The Evening Bubbles Club. The house was a nice one-story little building. Our bedrooms both had an en-suite bathroom and there was a huge kitchen-living room space facing a private back garden. Obviously, I had access to all parts of the house, but Angela asked me to avoid using the living room area on Thursday nights when her friends were coming over. I easily agreed, also because Thursday was my gaming night, and every week I would essentially lock myself in my bedroom and disappear from the house until her friends were gone. After a few months of living there, I got a bit curious about what was going on behind the closed door every Thursday. A couple of times I saw Angela's friends on my way to my room while vacating the kitchen and I was always impressed by how elegant and hot they looked. They were always wearing dresses that you would normally see at expensive bars and clubs, their makeup was always perfect and tasteful. All five of them, including my house-mate, seemed ready to party in style. From my room, all I could hear was a lot of chatting and giggling. I never really paid too much attention to their conversations as the only few words I caught were about clothing and fashion, but one night I heard some moaning so loud that it was audible through my gaming headphones. By the time I paused the game, the moaning was gone, and it could have come from the TV or maybe it was a joke, but it really made me curious about what was happening there. One Thursday, I decided not to play my games and instead try to understand what was going on. I closed my door, let them walk through the corridor to the living room, and let them chat for about one hour. When they went completely silent, I decided to act. Preparing the excuse that I needed to make some coffee to survive a night of work from home, I opened the door to the living room without even knocking on it. What I saw was not what I had expected. The five friends were sitting at the dinner table, Angela was reading a fashion magazine with one of the girls. A redhead and a brunette were doing the same thing at the opposite side of the table, while the fifth girl was busy texting from her phone. I thought and maybe hoped that I'd be walking into a lesbian orgy but everything seemed to be extremely orderly and boring. "Sorry, Angela! I need to grab some coffee or I won't make through the evening!" I said as she looked at me quizzically. "Sure!" She barely registered my presence and went back to the magazine. I made my coffee, and ten minutes later I was out of the room. And I was quite unimpressed, to be honest. --------------- I saw Angela the next day at dinner time. "Sorry for last night!" I apologized. "For what?" she asked. "I walked in here during your club thing!" I explained. "Oh, don't worry! I asked you to leave space for us, but that doesn't mean that you must never be seen!" she went on. "This is your home too!" "Cool! Thankfully I didn't interrupt anything!" I said, thinking of them just reading their stuff. "Don't worry! It's not like you'll ever find us having a lesbian orgy in there!" she said, laughing out loud. I laughed with her, even if my laugh came out a lot more nervous than hers. The following Thursday evening, everything started as usual. The last thing I heard before I started my game was the clinging of the champagne glasses. When I was half-way through a match, Angela opened the door of my bedroom and let herself in. "Fancy a glass of Champagne?" she asked. "I... sure!" I said as my game avatar was shot dead. I put my headphones on the table and stood to follow her. "Not in your pajama, though!" Angela stopped me. "It's a classy night, remember? Take your time and then join us!" And she left to go back to the other girls. I took a suit from my wardrobe and put it on. I found a pair of brand new black shoes and I wore them. I checked myself in the mirror and, happy about the way I looked, I ventured into the living room. "Come, Tony! Come forward!" I heard as I opened the door. The girls were sitting on the far side of the table, all of them holding a notebook or a notepad and a pen. They all had a glass of fizzy wine in front of them, while my glass stood alone in the center of the table opposite the only chair on my side. "Please, take a seat!" The brunette said as she picked up a pair of reading glasses from her lap. "Help yourself to the Champagne!" the redhead told me. I closed the door behind my back and started walking towards the table. "Hm!" An Asian girl sitting to the right muttered and wrote something on her notepad. Angela's face was half-covered by her iPad. I looked at her in a desperate attempt to make sense of what was going on, but I couldn't read her expression. It looked as if she was tense. I reached for the glass and I sat down. All five of them were staring at me. The moment I took a sip, a blonde woman, who seemed to be the oldest one in the group, loudly drew a cross on a sketchbook. "See?" she said, looking at the others. A choir of "Indeed!" "I see!" "Yes!" "As expected!" sparked from all the girls, that at the same time wrote something else on their books. It was clear that I was going through some sort of test or examination. I had no idea why they were testing me, but I felt intimidated by the whole situation. One more minute went by without a word. Just eyes on me. "Ahahahahahah!" Angela burst into loud laughter. "I can't do this anymore! I am about to explode!" "Come on, Angela! I was ready to ask him to sing for us!" said the redhead. "What's going on?" I asked, still unable to put the pieces together. "Happens that we are fucking with you, Tony! Cheers!" the blonde woman said, raising her cup. "Relax!" "Sorry, Tony. I told the girls that you apologized for coming in last week, and they wanted to play with you a bit! Don't be mad!" Angela said. I lowered my eyes and put the glass on the table, then slowly I sat back o the chair and put my head in my hands, breathing heavily. The pace of my breathing increased as a few sobs escaped my mouth. One by one the girls stopped laughing and the room fell silent apart from the noise of the air going through my nostrils. "Tony, are you OK?" a worried Angela asked from my side. "This is so mean... It brought me back to when I had to be adopted and the nuns at the orphanage put me in front of five couples to look at me!" I said, sobbing, with my face still in the palm of my hands. "They spent hours looking at me and laughing at all my defects and problems! It was horrible!" My voice cracked as my breathing intensified even more. "I am sorry, I didn't know..." the Asian girl said. "Oh my God, Tony. We had no idea. We just wanted to play a stupid prank!" said the brunette. I waited until I could hear their hearts pounding then, suddenly, I looked up with a smirk on my face. "Payback!" I exclaimed, picking up the glass in front of me and gulping down all the champagne in one go. Two of the girls threw their notepads and pens at me. Angela came closer and slapped my back. The Asian girl and the older woman put their hands on their chests. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack! You beast!" We all laughed out loud in the end. Glasses were refilled twice more and we kept talking for half an hour about how well they played their part, and about how I had not really been adopted. For the rest of the night, we drank wine and discussed life in LA. It was the first social night I joined since I moved to the city and it felt like being back with my friends at the frat house at the university. Before the night was over I felt that it was just right to thank them. "Guys! I want to thank you all!" I said, stuttering a bit when the champagne got in the way of my words. "It's been a long time since I had a good night like this! You really made me feel like one of the boys here! Like a Frat night!" "One of the boys?" said Lindsay, the redhead. "You should look around! There are no -boys- here. But I'll give you that you fit in perfectly as one of the girls!" "What about next week we do a Sorority Night?" said the brunette. "Epsilon Beta Kappa! Dress code: champagne gold and black dress!" "If Tony is game..." Angela hinted. "Wait, what? Are you fucking with me again now?" I asked. "Nope! No jocking! Totally up for it!" the redhead confirmed. "Clearly, if you don't have the balls for that..." "It's not the balls I lack. More like I don't have the clothes," I said. The wine was preventing me from seeing the hole I was digging for myself. "I can deal with that!" Lisa, the brunette, offered. "Angela, can I count on you for the rest?" she asked, blinking. "Sure!" Angela answered. We finished the last glass of bubbles, then the girls left. I helped Angela to tidy up the living room and the kitchen. "Your friends are good fun!" I said to her. "Wait until you join the circle for real!" Angela said. She gave me a pat on the back and, smiling, she made her way to her bedroom. I was extremely tired. I changed back into my pajama and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. ----------------- The following week went by as usual until, on Tuesday evening, Lisa showed up at the door with two large bags. Angela went to greet her, had a quick chat, and then the brunette left. "How's Lisa?" I asked angela as she brought the two bags to the living room. "She's good! She got me some clothes for the sorority night on Thursday!" Angela explained. From one of the two bags, she produced a very elegant pink and black dress that, for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on, looked familiar. It was a short sleeveless bodycon dress. The main material was Champagne gold, overlapped by black mesh along the sides. "Nice dress! You'll look like a million in that!" I said. "If I am still invited, I think I'll buy a silk shirt I've seen in a similar color and I'll wear it with my black suit and tie!" "No need! And again, it's not Frat night!" Angela grabbed the second bag as she was talking to me. "But I thought I had to wear something in the right color?" I asked. Angela took a different dress out of the bag. It was a long cocktail dress with a Champagne gold silky body, black mesh sleeves, and a long skirt made of intricate black lace. "Here's your dress for Thursday!" she proclaimed. "No! Fucking! Way!" is all I could say. Thursday arrived. Both Angela and I arrived home by six o'clock. At that point, I only had two options. I could chicken out and let the girls have a laugh behind my back, which would mean I'd be out of the Evening Bubbles Club for the foreseeable future, or I could man up and take them by surprise as I did the week before. Angela offered to help with the makeup, which could also be a good occasion to turn her into an ally of mine for future pranks. She told me to shave completely, something I had no problem with since I liked my body smooth, and to wear what she'd lay on my bed. When I got out of the shower, the only clothes I could see there were a pair of black microfiber panties, the matching black bra, black pantyhose, and the dress. Swallowing a bit of my pride with every garment, I put them all on, and then I called her. "That looks good on you!" she said. I was expecting her to laugh at me, and I would have joined her, but she seemed to be very serious. "Let me do your face, then I have to get ready too!" she commanded. She sat me at the vanity in her room and she told me to keep my eyes gently closed while she applied stuff to my face. The only time I had ever had makeup on was for Halloween years earlier, but that was a white cream that I just splashed on my face. As Angela went on, I could feel different brushes touching my skin, my eyelashes, and even my lips. She also brushed my hair and used some gel on it. The last touch was a pair of dangling earrings held to my ears by a metal clip. The whole process lasted more than twenty minutes, which is a lot longer than I expected. "You can open your eyes now!" she said. It took me a second to recognize the person in the mirror, and I could only do so because she was repeating every movement I made. A very attractive girl, maybe a bit on the masculine side, was staring back at me. Her black hair was styled in a quiff and her neck, framed by two long earrings, was slender and attractive. I was lost for words. "I did a good job, didn't I?" Angela complimented herself. "I can't believe that's me!" I said. "Now go! The girls will be here in half an hour and I have yet to get ready! You can go and chill in the kitchen while we wait, but let's surprise them! Hide in your room when they arrive and then come to the living room! While you wait, don't drink from the glass, or your lipstick will fade away, and try to get familiar with these!" she handed me a shoebox from the same bag. I went to sit on the Sofa with the box in my hands. Curiously enough, the box came from the same company where I worked: Swish Clothing. Inside was a pair of black velvet pumps with four inches high heels. The heel was not spiky but not particularly wide either. I wore them and, to my surprise, they fit. I tried to stand and slowly I made my way to the liquor cabinet. I needed a drink to remain sane with all that was happening. I grabbed some bourbon and poured a generous amount into a glass, adding a couple of ice cubes that I stole from one of the ice buckets where the champagne was chilling. I remembered Angela's warning about drinking from the glass, so I took a short straw and sipped my drink with that. After a few minutes, I had finished my drink and I went to my bedroom where I just stared at the mirror for twenty minutes until the girls arrived. The four of them got to our home at the same time. I heard a car driving off soon after they rang the bell, so I assumed that they took a taxi. I stayed well hidden in my room, with the door closed. I had not drunk nearly enough alcohol to relax, and a lot of thoughts were buzzing through my head. Most of all, I realized that I looked too good to be ridiculous, and it wasn't a good thing. I could've shown up as a "man in drag" cornering them in having to accept me for the night, but I didn't look funny at all. I could have fooled some of my old friends to think that I had a sex change if they ever recognized me in the first place. I wasn't sure of how to approach the night, I knew how to be a smartass but I had no clue of how to actually be one of the girls. My train of thought was interrupted when Angela came to call me. "It's your time to shine!" she told me, looking at me from head to toe. She rushed into the living room, and from the corridor, I heard her voice. "Ladies, meet our new sister!" she announced. "Here goes nothing!" I told myself, and as fast as I could on my heels, I opened the door and walked into the room where they were all waiting for me. I thought they would laugh at me, or cheer, or joke. I was expecting noise of some sort, but as soon as they saw me they went silent. Lisa's jaw almost hit the ground when it dropped. "Oh my God!" Lindsay said. "Is that you, Tony?" "Come on, ladies! Laugh!" I said, thinking that they were playing some other prank. "Ta-dah!" "Angela, you did a miracle!" the older woman told my housemate. "I only put some basic stuff on him!" swore Angela. "He didn't need much work!" I looked at them and they all stared at me, apart from the Asian one that looked away before our eyes could meet. I tried to think of something clever to say to break the ice. "Sorority parties seem boring if all you do is to stare at each other!" I joked. "Can I have some bubbles?". What I said must have melted the ice enough to reactivate their muscles. We all went to grab a glass and we started drinking and chatting. The blonde woman finally introduced herself as Brigitte, while only after we all had at least one whole bottle of wine I managed to speak to the Asian girl that had been avoiding me most of the time. Her name was Kimiko and, as I suspected, she was the youngest in the group and the only one younger than I was. During the night they really made me feel part of the group. They told me that they met while working at different places during the previous five or six years and that they were enjoying some reciprocal advantages in knowing each other. Angela was working for a makeup company and she had access to some of their best stuff almost for free. Most of the makeup they were using was from her. Lindsay owned a Limousine rental business and she provided transportation for most of their trips. Kimiko worked for Brigitte, who was a plastic surgeon. They confessed that they all had something done here or there. "If you are a good girl one day we'll show you!" Lisa worked for the same company I was working for. She was in HR and she gave herself extra discounts on Swish clothing that she was buying and then passing to the group. Most of the clothes came from special collections, like Swish Sexy and Swish Top Class, and not everything was available to the public on the website. "But my dress is, right? That's why it looked familiar!" I guessed, correctly. We kept on chatting and, for some weird reason, I found it extremely easy to talk to all of them apart from Kimiko. Just a couple of hours into the night I had almost forgotten what I was wearing and I felt part of the group. Their dresses looked fantastic on their bodies that were toned and perfect. I could not figure out what Brigitte had done for them, but they clearly cared about looking good. With midnight approaching, Angela reminded everyone that the next day would be a national holiday and that none of us would have to go to work. Nobody wanted to stop the fun, but the Champagne was running out. "I have a few bottles of bourbon!" I offered. "Or..." Brigitte stepped in. "I brought something from work..." From her handbag, she took a small jar filled with brown powder. "Oh, Brigitte! You did it again!" said Angela excited. Lindsay came close to me and explained that Brigitte was using part of the chemicals she was buying for the clinic to produce her own blend of MDMA. "It makes you love the world, and doesn't knock you out!" she then grabbed a supermarket fidelity card that we kept next to the fridge and started making neat looking lines of the powder on the chopping board. "Angela, is this... ok?" I asked a bit scared as I had no experience with drugs. I was old enough to know that MDMA was the pure version of Ecstasy, but I had never used it. "Relax! Brigitte knows her stuff!" my housemate said as she was rolling a 50 dollars bills. They had to explain to me how to use the drug and, I have to admit, the next couple of hours turned into a new level of fun. I felt as if I had known all of them forever, and they reciprocated the feeling of deep friendship that linked us. I was not feeling drunk, but I was feeling extremely happy and open to ideas. The effect of the drugs was coming and going, and I found Kimiko sitting on the floor in a corner by herself. I knew I really liked her, and the stuff that was going through my veins made me feel particularly empathic towards her. I went to talk to her. "Hi, Kimiko! Are you ok?" I asked her. "Yes, thank you. I am sorry I am a party pooper!" she said. "No, you are not! But you seem sad. Is everything ok? Is there anything I can do?" I offered. "Do? No. I don't think so!" Her Asian eyes went as big as the eyes of a puppy for a split second, then she curled up again against the wall. "Hey look at me! I am wearing a dress! And heels! I look like an idiot, why don't we have a laugh together?" I offered all I could to make her feel better. "You don't look like an idiot! You look... perfect!" she said, gluing her eyes to mine. "What... " I tried to ask what she meant, but she cut me off halfway and kissed me on the lips. I don't know if it was the drugs, the fact that I actually liked her, or the fact that nothing about that night was making sense, but I returned the kiss and we went on kissing for minutes. I was aware of the presence of the other girls around us, cheering, but all I could feel was love for Kimiko. When we broke the kiss, we looked towards the kitchen and we saw Angela making out with Brigitte, while Lisa was laying on the dining table and Lindsay had her head buried under her black skirt. I watched in disbelief as the lesbian fantasy unfolded before my very own eyes. I was about to make a joke about Lindsay when Kimiko sneaked under my skirt and started giving me a blowjob. The best blowjob I had ever experienced. She went on for minutes and stopped right before I could come into her mouth. Slowly, everyone went back to their normal self and, almost as if nothing had happened we started talking again over the last bottle of wine. It was almost two in the morning, and nobody felt tired yet. "Looks like we really gave Tony a good insight of our little club!" Brigitte said. "I think we should make her... him... officially part of our group!" Kimiko called for a scrum and they all put their heads together, whispering to each other. "Are you serious?" "Not too much?" "Now?" ... was all I could hear. They separated again. "Ahem..." Angela cleared her throat theatrically "... as your next-of- kin in our group, I have the honor to invite you to be a permanent member of our sorority! Epsilon Beta Kappa, usually known as the Evening Bubbles Club! But before we can proceed, you must receive one gift from each of us. The makeup, you received from me. The dress, you received from Lisa. The most excellent drugs, you received from Brigitte. Now it is your choice to receive or not your initiation gift from Lindsay which in turn will unlock the gift from Kimiko! Make your mind up about it now, or be out of this sorority forever!" I was having such a good time that I never wanted it to end, so I proclaimed that I gladly accepted the offer, and we all toasted to it. Lindsay's gift arrived in the shape of a pink limousine, fully loaded with more bottles of champagne. The driver took us through Hollywood on our way to Kimiko's gift, which remained a mystery to me, and we kept partying hard in the car also thanks to another round of Brigitte's special powder. My memories of the rest of the night are confused at best. I had no idea of where we went, of what we did, and of why I woke up in my bed on Sunday morning with bandages around my chest. ------------------ I woke up with a loud groan. Angela ran into my room as soon as she heard me. "Good morning Tony, are you feeling OK?" she asked me. I tried to patch together my memories of what I thought was the night before. I remembered the dressing up, the fun, and then I had some nice fuzzy memories of doing something with Kimiko and jumping in a limo. I remembered that someone brought some drugs. "Oh... that stuff! Sorry! Did I fall asleep last night? Did we go out or something? Did I screw up?" I asked. "Well, that was three nights ago, but don't worry. You're all good!" she told me. "Three nights? What's the day today?" I yelled. "It's Sunday! Just rest. I'll get you something to drink!" And she left me in bed feeling like a truck had run me over. While she walked into the corridor, I heard her making a phone call. "Hi, Brigitte... yes... awake... please, that would help... sure... her too! Later!" was all I could understand. "I feel so weak! I'm never touching that stuff again!" I told her when she came back. "Oh, this? This is not the stuff we used on Thursday. This is what Kimiko gave you to make sure you were OK! If it makes you feel any better, yesterday you asked me the same question, but you fell asleep before I could answer you! I think you are getting out of it!" Angela explained, even if her words made no sense to me. Half an hour later, Brigitte and Kimiko walked through my bedroom door. "There you are! How are you?" Brigitte asked. As I described my mental and physical state, Kimiko pressed some parts on the side of my chest to make sure that whatever happened was getting better. "Did I have an accident or something?" I asked. "Nope! Kimiko gave you a gift worth five-thousand dollars. And you earned your place in our sorority!" Brigitte explained. "What did you do, Kimiko?" I turned my head towards her. She just kissed my forehead and whispered, "Perfect!" They left as quickly as they came, giving Angela some advice and some medicines for me. I fell asleep once again. I woke up the morning after, on Monday, when it was already ten o'clock. I managed to go to the toilet by myself, wondering how I managed to do that during the last four days, and I went about my business. In the mirror, I could see the thick bandages still encompassing my chest. I wanted to remove them but a voice inside told me that if I had them on there must have been a reason, so I just threw on a sweater and went to the kitchen where I made myself some coffee that I slowly sipped. The first problem that came to my mind was that I had to let work know that I wouldn't make it to the office. I took my phone and I found an email notification: "Hi Tony, we understand that after your procedure you'll need to rest in bed for a few days, so we have postponed your meetings and allocated a week of sick leave for you. Please rest and come back next week in your best shape. Swish HR". I quickly wondered how they knew about what happened, and then I remembered that Lisa worked for my company's HR. Feeling the way I felt, I welcomed the idea of resting and I did exactly that. I dug up some space on the sofa, and I turned on the TV to do some zapping. I hardly ever moved during the day if not for refilling my cup and making a cheese sandwich. When Angela came home that evening she gave me a couple of painkillers to take after dinner and we chatted about my upcoming free week at home. Whenever I tried to investigate what happened to me, she refused to answer and she kept saying that Brigitte and Kimiko knew the details and they'd tell me something on Thursday. "By the way..." she added, giving me a large paper bag with the Swish logo. "Lisa dropped this off for you yesterday. They'll look good on you!" I peeked into the bag where I could see the unmistakable shape of a polka dot dress. "I thought the dressing up was just for one Thursday!" I said. "Don't be silly! You are one of the girls now! If you want to hang out with us you must dress appropriately!" she dismissed my objection. "Can't I just wear a pair of slacks and some sort of suit? Something a bit more unisex..." I tried to convince her. "No way! We are not at the office! Thursday is our time to shine!" she explained. Tuesday and Wednesday went by. I just spent some time researching stuff for work on the Internet and playing video games. When Thursday afternoon came, and Angela arrived back from work, she told me that Brigitte wanted her to help me out of the bandages so I could take a gentle and warm shower. "Finally I get to see what happened!" I told her. "I am curious too!" said Angela. She slowly undid a few straps that hooked behind my back and started unrolling the bandages layer by layer. The pressure around my chest loosened and I felt like I could finally breathe again. When we got to the last layer, Angela took a deep breath and slowly peeled it off. She took a step back to look at me, and let go of a sigh of relief. "Is everything ok?" I asked. "Everything looks fine!" she told me. "Go take a nice warm shower. Remember not to push and pull your skin where the bandages were. It's still a bit swollen here and there!" I got up from my chair and stood in front of my mirror. What I saw was just me. The only difference was that it looked as if I had lost a bit of weight and gained definition in my pecs. Other than that, there was no visible difference. "Angela, tell me, what did they do? I can't see any change! I know that Brigitte and Kimiko are plastic surgeons, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary!" I asked her. "As I said, I don't know the details. Tonight they'll explain!" she answered, and she left to go to her room. I took a shower and, as Angela told me, I avoided pushing my chest wherever it felt swollen. I carefully washed my body and got rid of the sweat that had accumulated under the bandages, and then I went back to my room. I started putting my pajama pants on, and then I realized that being Thursday night, I was expected to dress differently. "Why can't I just be myself?" I wondered as I emptied the Swish bag on my bed. The content of the bag consisted of a polka dot dress long enough to cover my knees, a pair of sheer pantyhose, a black lace pair of panties with a matching bra, or bralette as the label said, and a shoebox with a pair of heeled mary jane shoes with wide three inches heels that matched the navy blue color of the dress. Feeling less stupid than the week before, but still not happy about the whole thing, I wore every single item, and then I called Angela. She asked me if the bralette felt OK on my body as if it was a normal thing for me to be wearing one. "It's not tight, or too loose, or uncomfortable if that's what you are asking. Not that I have much experience with this kind of clothing!" I told her. Once again, she took me to her room. She broke the seal of a brand new makeup box set that came in a silver vanity case, and she started working on my face and hair. After twenty minutes, as had happened the week before, she told me to go so she too could get ready. "And take this with you!" she told me, handing me the vanity case. "It's yours!" "Mine?" I asked, but she didn't say anything else and she gently pushed me out of her room and shut the door. The girls arrived soon after eight that evening and I was already in the kitchen fixing some finger food to go with the wine, which I suspected I couldn't drink because of the medications I was taking. Brigitte put a glass in my hand and said that I was done with my antibiotics, so I could have a few. As usual, the girls were dressed in amazing outfits. The outfits they were wearing helped to show off some of their features, and I thought that I could guess where the small surgical touches had gone. Angela's breasts were a bit too round to be natural. It's not something I would have usually noticed, but that night her dress was pushing them up and exposing their full size and shape. Kimiko's breasts too seemed a bit too big for her frame, something I weirdly hadn't noticed before. Brigitte's face showed some signs of Botox as she was probably older than she looked. Lindsay and Lisa's asses were a touch too full to be just the result of exercise and genetics. As soon as we all had our glasses filled, we toasted to the new member of the group: me. "So, Kimiko, can we see the results now?" Lindsay asked the young Asian girl. She nodded and came towards me. "Can you take off your dress for us?" she asked. The idea of being half-naked in front of them, wearing women's underwear, didn't exactly make me happy but I was expecting an inspection, so I did as she asked. She unzipped the back of my dress and I let the top part fall past my shoulders. "Nice bralette!" Lisa said with a smile. She was the one who chose it. I removed the bralette too and remained topless in front of the five women. Brigitte came closer and gently touched my chest and armpits. Kimiko did the same, blushing as she put her hands on my skin. "Well done, girl!" Brigitte told her. "No swelling, no tenderness, perfectly symmetrical! A masterpiece!" Everybody gave Kimiko a round of applause, making her blush even more. "Excuse me..." I interrupted. "Can anybody explain to me what happened?" Brigitte and Kimiko exchanged a quick look, then the older woman went to get a plastic container from her handbag. Kimiko wore a pair of surgical latex gloves and prepared some disinfectant spray and a cotton ball. From the plastic container, Brigitte extracted two massive syringes. "Ok, wait, what do you think you are doing with those?" I asked, scared to death. "Angela, are you ready?" Brigitte asked. "Yesss!!!!!" Angela said enthusiastically, adding to my confusion. My housemate sat down on a chair. Kimiko proceeded to clean a spot under her left armpit and then her boss carefully pushed the wide needle under your skin. A shiver ran through my body, but Angela seemed to be ecstatic as the liquid was being pushed into her. "Oh... I love this part. Mmmhhh... so tight!" she said, letting go of a loud moan. I still had no clue what was going on. Was that some other drug? Brigitte and her assistant repeated the process under the other armpit, and Angela moaned some more. "I'm so jealous!" said Lisa, echoed by Lindsay. When the syringe was fully emptied, Kimiko gave one last wipe and helped to put the tools away. I looked at Angela. She was still sitting down and she was holding her breasts in her hands, looking down at them. As I noticed before, they seemed too round to be one-hundred percent real but, at that point, they also seemed to be, for lack of a better word, shinier as if her skin had bee stretched. "What did you just give to her?" I asked Brigitte. "Fifty cc's of saline per side!" she answered me. "Saline? Like the IVs used in hospitals?" I tried to understand. "Precisely, but they went straight into the expander implants we gave her a few months ago! If you want a metaphor for it, she just had a growth spurt!" she explained. I looked at my housemate weighing her breasts with both hands. "I'll need new bras soon, Lisa!" she joked with her friend. "Why are you asking me? Tony now has a ninety percent discount on anything from the company. With HR's compliments, of course!" The brunette looked at me. "Good point! Tony can get matching bras for you and him, albeit in different sizes!" Lindsay added. "Unless he gets greedy!" Lisa joked, and they all laughed. "What do you mean with Greedy? I will get some bras for her if she needs them, but it's not like I am going to grow boobs overnight!" I laughed, but nobody else did. "You still don't get it, do you?" Angela said to me. "Our common friend Kimiko, who also has expanders, has a thing for girls with something extra. I am not sure if her gift to you was for you or for herself!" They giggled. Kimiko blushed. "My gift... Wait..." I panicked and I took a step back. "Are you telling me that you have implanted those things in me too?" "Oh, you finally got it!" Lindsay said. "You gave me boobs?" My voice cracked. "We gave you the potential for boobs! You don't have boobs yet! And don't rush, we can't do a top-up until next week at the earliest!" Brigitte specified. "I don't want boobs! I am a guy! Guys don't have boobs!" I yelled. "You are part of the sorority now. Besides, when you looked in the mirror you couldn't even notice them yourself!" Angela said. I stormed out of the room and threw myself on the bed. Between the painkillers, the wine, and the shock, I was so drained that I immediately fell asleep. ------------------- I woke up the next day that I was still wearing the dress, panties, pantyhose, and one of the high heeled shoes. I went to the shower and curled on the floor as the hot water ran through my hair and over my body. I sat in that corner for almost an hour, just listening to the dripping noise and trying not to think of anything. Whenever my hands touched my chest I would retract them as if I was given an electric shock. When I got out of the shower I dried myself and I slowly found the strength to look in the mirror. As it had happened the day before, I saw nothing weird. Even knowing that something had been implanted in my chest, all I could see was a nicely defined pair of pecs and nothing that looked anyhow feminine. I wore more layers of clothes that the warm day commanded, and I went out for a walk to clear my mind. I realized that since I moved to the area I had never explored the surroundings of our home. For more than two hours I walked through residential areas made just of nice houses and big villas. When I came across a mall I decided to walk through it. "The more I keep my mind off what happened, the better!" I told myself, but I was wrong. As soon as I started having people around me, I felt self-conscious. I thought that everyone would be looking at me and think I was a freak. I imagined voices laughing behind my back. Half-way through the mall, I freaked out and I used an emergency exit to go back outside. By the time I got home, Angela was already in the kitchen preparing dinner for us. "I don't think I am going to eat!" I said, more as a way to communicate my disappointment than lack of appetite. My stomach, though, had different plans and let out a loud rumble. "Sit down, Tony. Have something light!" she said as she gave me a plate with some steamed vegetables and a small piece of roast chicken. She sat across the table from me and ate her dinner. "Look, maybe we took it a bit too far. It was a wild night. Maybe we should have stopped Kimiko!" she made a mild apology. "Maybe? Maybe? You put breast implants in me! Maybe you should have stopped? Yes, you should have! Who would do that to anyone else?" I snapped. "Now don't be too angry. I have the same, and they are not all that bad!" she said. "You are a Girl! Girls have boobs! I am a guy! I have a job! I have a social life! I can't have boobs!" I yelled. "Your job is safe! Lisa is looking after you! And you don't have a social life apart from me and the girls! You have been living with me for months and I've never seen you going out once!" she insisted. "Being part of our group is the best thing that ever happened to you, admit it!" "But why do I have to be given boobs? What sense does it make?" I asked her. "You don't have boobs! You have expanders, empty ones, and they are very far from being boobs! We all had something done by Brigitte or Kimiko, it's like a skull tattoo for a group of bikers! Besides, I bet you don't mind that Kimiko made you a bit closer to her ideal girlfriend!" Angela said. "What do you mean?" I interrupted her. "Well, we saw you two lovebirds in that corner last Thursday. We've never seen Kimiko showing her feelings for anyone before," she explained. "No, no! What do you mean with me being closer to her ideal girlfriend!" I asked again. "Oh, that... Once we got her very high and she confessed that she likes girls. But not... normal girls... girls with something extra. You know, down there!" she said. "Is she trying to turn me into a transsexual?" My jaw hit the table. "No, I don't think so! Let's say that she acted out some of her fantasies. Besides, if you don't fill up those things you'll remain as flat as a board. It's a waste if you ask me..." She held her freshly filled boobs in her hands. "But to each their own!" We finished our dinner and we went to sleep. During the weekend I did all I could to forget what had happened to me. I went for a jog, visited some museums I had yet to see, I played video games, and binge-watched some new series on Netflix. Monday came and I had to go to work. For the whole day, the feeling that I had at the mall the week before came back. I felt that all eyes were pointing at me but, in reality, nobody said anything or acted differently from the usual. The week ran smoothly and the only noticeable difference was that I spend more time than usual browsing the Swish catalog. In my mind, I was wearing some of the clothes I was looking atm and Kimiko was disappearing under my skirt from time to time. My interest in Kimiko was the main reason why I hadn't left that house and that group yet. The more time went on, the more I wanted to repeat the experience I had two Thursdays earlier. As I was browsing the catalog I came across an interesting dress with a white top with lace inserts and a flowing silky champagne gold skirt layered with sheets of organza. The model was wearing it with a pair of stiletto ankle boots made of net with open toes. It would have been an expensive buy, but with a 90% discount... Thursday came and so came the moment when Angela dropped a bag of clothes in my room. As usual, Lisa had been shopping for me during the week. I had a look in the bag, I took the black lace panties and bralette combo from it, and then I set it aside. From my wardrobe, I took the clothes and shoes I had ordered from the catalog and I wore them. Angela must have had no clue what was in Lisa's bag because she didn't say a word. She did my makeup with the content of my vanity case and she sent me back to my room as usual. "It's about time you learn to do this by yourself!" she said. "Maybe this weekend I can give you a lesson!" When the others arrived, I was hiding in my room. I wanted to create some sort of surprise effect since I didn't leave the night in the best possible way the week before, and I was curious to see Lisa's face when I'd show up in a dress other than the one she got for me. I gave them time to get in the living room and when I heard a bottle pop I made my way there. When I entered, they all looked at me. Kimiko had a relieved smile, if shy, on her face. They all welcomed me back and made sure that I was feeling OK and that I had no hard feelings. "Wait a minute! Where is that dress from? And those shoes?" Lisa asked loudly. "You know... ninety percent off makes a difference..." I said coyly. "You mean that this is not what was in the bag today?" Angela asked. "Someone's got better taste than expected!" said Brigitte while taking a long sip from her glass. I smoothed out the skirt to the sides and I looked at Kimiko while an image of her disappearing under it came to my mind. Instead of turning her head away, she looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds. "Well done!" Lindsay broke the spell when she patted my back. The following two hours were a mix of chats about dress styles which I was somehow getting interested in, Chats about work and technology, where I talked a lot thanks to my knowledge and, towards the end, a lot of the conversation drifted towards hot boys and actors which I had no interested in. With the excuse of refilling my glass, I moved away from the group and went to the kitchen area. Kimiko followed me there and she came closer. "I hope you don't hate me!" she whispered as she looked at my chest. "I don't! It was a bit of a shock at first, but I think I can deal with it!" I told her. She looked at the group of girls on the other side of the room and then she took what looked like a small brown ball from a metal box in her suitcase, and she put it in her mouth. I thought I recognized the color. "Is that..." I started asking, but she planted a kiss on my mouth and she didn't let go until we exchanged loads of saliva and the ball had completely melt. We kept making out. She didn't disappear under my skirt as I had imagined, but she started caressing my chest and my crotch. Harder and faster as the effect of the drug intensified. The other girls must have guessed what was going on. I heard, "Just one! Tomorrow we have to be at work!" so I assumed that they too were having some of the special brown powder. Twenty minutes later, when the drugs hit the highest note, Kimiko and I moved on to the sofa. She finally slipped under my flowing skirt and took my penis in her mouth, giving me an amazing blowjob as her hands danced on my chest and played with my nipples. Once again, she stopped shortly before I could come. I pinned her down and returned the favor, licking her wet and hairless pussy and playing with her breasts. To tease her, I stopped before she could orgasm. "Your breasts feel amazing!" I told her, surprised by how nice they felt in my hands. "Wait!" she said. She stretched one hand and took a plastic sleeve from her bag. Inside there were a few syringes like the one Brigitte used on Angela the week before. "Do you want to make my boobs bigger?" she asked me. The idea felt hot and kinky, and I couldn't refuse! "How?" I asked. "Look..." She sat opposite me on the sofa and told me to raise my right hand. She then found what she called the Port, which was connected to a tube inside the implant. "I'll show you..." she continued. She placed the needle next to the port and pushed it in. In my mind, she was doing that on someone else and I was just looking at some Instructables video. As she slowly pushed the liquid through the needle, she placed a hand on the right side of my chest. I placed my hand on her fingers, dividing my attention between her beautiful eyes and the syringe. "Then you do the other side..." She took another dose of the liquid and repeated the same process under my left armpit. I was too lost in her eyes and in the whole situation to realize that the saline was going inside me. Once again, she placed her other hand on my chest, which took my attention away from the pressure building inside it. She then put away the used syringe and gave me a new one, showing me the area where the access to her port was hidden under the skin. "Now make me bigger!" she ordered. I repeated what she had just done and slowly I pushed the liquid into her implants. She started moaning. With my free hand, I played with her clit as the liquid flowed out of the syringe and into her breasts. When I had finished the first side, I could clearly see a difference between her left and her right breast. I repeated the process on her other side. She moaned more, I played more with her clitoris and I kissed her mouth many times. There was something very erotic in changing the girl in front of me just by pushing the plunger of a syringe. When all the liquid was gone, we were both on the edge of a massive orgasm. I was high as a kite and I wanted both to give her and receive more pleasure to finally come. She took two more syringes from her bag and she only said "My turn!". She kissed me and she liked my chest as the pressure inside it continued to build up. One side, then the other. And then we kissed some more and I finally managed to get inside her. When I came, she finally came too. I went to the kitchen area while Kimiko ran to the toilet. Angela was refilling her glass while Lisa and Brigitte were making out on the armchair. "Looks like you had fun with Kimiko!" she said. "You really must learn how to reapply your lipstick! Here!" she took a tube of lipstick from a small bag in the kitchen and applied a coat on my lips. "Where's Lindsay?" I asked. "I think she went to get changed. Her panties were completely flooded!" she said laughing. "What were you guys doing down there on the sofa? Apart from a few obvious grunts at the end, I couldn't see much!" "To be honest? I have no idea. But I think I gave her boobs a top-up!" I told her. "Wow! You are a surgeon now! I am joking! You saw Brigitte doing it last week, so I guess you learned!" she said. "Actually, Kimiko first showed me, then I did it!" I said, without thinking of the mechanic involved in all of that. "Oh..." Angela's eyes fell on my chest. "I see!" she smiled, then we kept drinking until all the girls had finished doing what they were doing. We all had some more drinks and made some more random conversations. We called it a day when the clock stroke two in the morning. ----------------- Needless to say, the next day I woke up with a massive headache. My sense of balance was all over the place and I had to take a couple of painkillers. I kept banging into stuff and it was just by a miracle that I managed to drive to work without accidents. Thankfully, I had very little to do so I didn't need to focus on anything important. I browsed the catalog again and again looking for something to wear the next Thursday to make Kimiko happy. Lisa's voice surprised me from behind my back. "The red one is nice, but you need bigger boobs for that!" she said, scaring me. "Oh! Hi Lisa! I didn't hear you coming!" I greeted her. "Looks like you had a lot of fun last night! You'll learn to feel better the next morning! Practice makes perfect!" she winked. "How are the new assets?" "What assets?" I asked. She started laughing. "Let me put an order through for you. Remember to go pick it up on your way out! See you soon!" she said, still laughing. Once again I had the horrible feeling of not knowing what was going on around me. The trip back home went better than the one in the morning. I picked up the order that Lisa had sent to the warehouse and I was quite curious to see what was inside. I was feeling that the effect of the drugs from the night before had not completely vanished and my perception of the world still seemed a bit off. I kept shifting position in my seat as the seatbelt felt strangely uncomfortable. Angela was already home when I arrived. "More clothes? I should give you a list of things for me!" she said when she saw the bag. "It's from Lisa. I still have no idea of what's inside!" I told her. "Let's open it, then! I am curious!" Angela suggested. I broke the double-sided tape that was holding the bag closed and I flipped the content on the sofa. Inside there were six lingerie sets in different styles and colors. "Nice ones!" Angela said while checking the label. "36A should be just your new size! Try them on!" "What do you mean with -your new size-?" I asked her. "After last night, I mean. 100cc should get you into the A cup range!" she told me as if it should have been obvious. "One hundred what?" I was perplexed. "Oh my God, Tony! You still haven't realized?" She put a hand in front of her mouth. "Come with me!" "Realized what?" I asked as I stood to follow her. She led me to my room, in front of my full-length mirror, and she told me to take my tops off and remain bare-chested. Not seeing the problem, I just did what she asked. "Now what?" I asked, still facing her. "Now look in the mirror!" she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed lightly to turn me around. There, in my reflection, sitting on my chest was a small but unmissable pair of round breasts. They weren't large, and the nipples on top of them were small, but they looked a lot less like pectoral muscles than two days before. "Oh my God!" I echoed what Angela said a minute earlier. "You really don't remember getting a fill? I mean, a 100cc fill is not something you don't notice!" she asked me, fondling her breasts for a second. "I'd love to get even just half of that much right now!" she closed her eyes for a second. "I have boobs! I have freaking girly boobs! Angela, what the fuck?!? I have boobs!" I couldn't take my eyes away from the mirror as I looked at it in horror. "What am I supposed to do now?" "I think that the blue bra from your bag is a good starting point!" she said as she gave me one of the sets Lisa had ordered for me. "I have boobs! I have boobs!" Is all I could say that night. I repeated it as I ate my dinner, as I washed my face, as I wore my pajama, as I kicked the blue lingerie set on the ground, and until I fell asleep. --------------- When I woke up the next day I was still in disbelief. I stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, evaluating how much my chest looked like a girl and how screwed I was. The reality was that, while my boobs had some sort of rounded shape, they still weren't that far from a man's chest. As I moved around, I could feel that they had a bit of a bounce to them, but it was nothing uncomfortable or particularly noticeable. "Not a chance!" I said, looking at the blue bra and panties set laying on the floor. During the weekend I repeated my experiment of walking around looking for people's reactions, but I couldn't spot any weird look directed at me. I was wearing a hoodie and a black t-shirt and no one stared at me for longer than usual. The overwhelming stress that I experienced the week before didn't come back, probably because my brain knew that if nobody said a word during a whole day at the office, nobody would o outside either. On Sunday evening I had dinner with Angela and we decided to watch some cheesy super-hero comedy on Netflix. For the first time, I noticed some interesting differences between the guys' costumes and the girls'. "Now, that's something I couldn't wear anymore!" I said, pointing at some super-guy with squared pecs showing through his tight suit. "Nope! But her costume would look great on you!" Angela laughed. "Even better with a couple more fills!" "I am not going to get any more stuff pumped in these things!" I said. "Boobs!" she pointed out. "They are boobs! You have boobs! It's OK! Just get over it!" "How's that OK? Honestly! People don't care and they don't even notice, I get it! But how is it OK that I have boobs?" I asked her. "If people don't notice you should do something about it! I love the extra attention I am getting! Can't wait for the next fill!" she said, dodging my question entirely. "We should do a super-girls themed night some Thursday!" she added. I eye-rolled and focused on the movie. For being a guy with boobs, the next week at work was a lot more normal than I expected. Actually, nothing happened at all. By Wednesday I was completely relaxed and I almost forgot that I was carrying water-filled implants in my chest. As far as I could tell, people really didn't notice. What I did notice a lot more was all the other girls' boobs. Knowing that I had something in common with them made me more aware of what they were wearing, so I started checking out all the details I always missed. I wasn't staring in an "eyes-up-here" style, but I began seeing how some tops had different shapes, how some fabrics rested on the breasts instead of squashing them, how some garments were made to enhance or to hide. I discovered that there were many shades of grey between "covered like a nun" and "putting the goods on display". Knowing that Kimiko fancied the idea of breasts on me, I scouted our catalog for tops and dresses that would enhance my small breasts. To be completely honest, I may have suffered from boobs-envy for a couple of minutes as one of my colleagues with a nice and probably fake set of round boobs walked in front of me with her dress showing just enough skin to be sexy and not enough to be slutty. "I wonder what Kimiko would think of that!" I thought as I pictured myself in her shoes or, better, in her clothes. I submitted my order with the clothes chosen using my new criteria. The only disappointment was that the dress I chose had a couple of reviews saying that anything smaller than a B cup wouldn't look too nice in there. Still, with a 90% discount, it only cost me nine dollars and it was well worth a shot. A notification on my screen warned me that I had been summoned by HR. I immediately made my way to the other side of the building, wondering if the call came from Lisa or from someone else. It was indeed Lisa who wanted me there, but something felt very odd. I walked into her office and she stared at me for a few awkward seconds before loudly shutting the door of her office. She gestured me to sit down in one of the small leather chairs while she returned behind her large desk. Her thin pencil skirt and five-inch heels made her slow but gave her an aura of power. She didn't sit down. Instead, she slowly uncrossed her arms, picked a blue folder from a drawer, and let it fall flat on the desktop. "Mister Anthony Myers. I am quite disappointed with what I have read about you!" she started. I froze. "According to witnesses from this very company, in the past three weeks, you have partaken in sexual activities in environments with multiple women. You have used illegal recreational drugs. You have undergone body modifications in unregulated circumstances!" she listed in a very formal way everything I did since I met her. Was she trying to frame me? "I am not happy with your behavior, Mister Myers! Look at you!" she waved at me, without adding a word and creating a very tense and very long silence. I was on the verge of panic. Had that all been recorded and was she using that stuff against me? "Lisa... I... I..." I stuttered with no idea what to say. "More than anything, Mister Myers, I am saddened by your lack of compliance!" she added, cutting me off. "What... what do you mean?" I managed to ask. "Where is your bra?" she queried with the most serious tone. "Pardon?" I didn't understand. "The company, at my own expense, provided you with appropriate undergarments for your improved body shape. Yet, you appear to have dismissed them with the same insolence you had when you chose to wear a different dress than the one I've sent last Thursday!" Her angry eyes almost popped out of their orbits. "I have... it's just..." I couldn't talk. "And, most of all, you always, always, always constantly and consistently fail... " she raised a finger in the air over her head. "... to understand when someone is fucking with you!" And she exploded in a loud laugh. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. My expression slowly changed from worried to not-impressed. "Seriously?" I asked. "That freaked the hell out of me!" "Hey, you are the one that likes payback!" she kept laughing. "You should have seen your face. Too funny!" "Is this why you summoned here?" I asked her, hoping to be able to go back to my desk and away from her laugh as soon as possible. "Yes! That's why! Plus the fact that you are actually not wearing a bra! You better get used to them!" she added. "I don't need to wear a bra!" I pointed out. "You don't need to wear a bra... yet! Correct! But if I see where things are going with your taste in fashion, you better pick up the habit of wearing one!" she turned her screen around to show me the image of the dress I had ordered half an hour earlier. "Are you spying on me?" I asked her. "I am looking after you! Do both of us a favor: wear one of those bras to work tomorrow. Feel free to pack the other ones and return them on Friday!" she added. "Now I have to go back to real business stuff. And you too! The figures for this month look promising!" She showed me out of the door and closed it behind me. That night, at home, I reluctantly picked up the lingerie set from the floor where I left it, and I placed it on my chair next to the rest of my clothes for the next day. That Thursday I woke up refreshed after a long sleep. I was looking forward to seeing Kimiko that night and I was full of energy. It wasn't until I came out of the bathroom that I remembered about the lingerie set. I decided to try it on to see if it was visible under my clothes and, to my surprise, it wasn't. The blue panties were not peeking out of my pants, and the lace underwired blue bra didn't increase the projection of my boobs by much. I could just ignore Lisa's request and take everything off, but I didn't want her to win that round and be able to tell me that I chickened out. "What's the worst? Does she win more if I wear it or if I don't? Damn, she's good at this game!" I thought. I drove to work with my new bra on. When I got off the car I ran inside the building as fast as I could, hoping to be able to sit at my desk in no time and disappear until the afternoon, but all my hopes were shattered when two of my colleagues stopped me and invited me to discuss some website templating decisions over a coffee. Sarah insisted that the subcategories menu should sit on the left. Mike suggested it should have been on top of the list of items. I was just worried that they may see the slight projection given by the bra and mock me. We were talking face to face, and they had many chances to notice something, but for the over 20 minutes it took us to get to the obvious decision that we'd need to ask a graphic designer to make a choice, they didn't seem to spot anything. A bit less worried than I first was, I made my way to my desk in that small corner of the company building that I called "my office". "Look who's all stylish and properly dressed today!" Lisa appeared after about two hours. "Hi, Lisa!" I said. "So, how does it feel to finally wear the right underwear?" she asked. "How do you know I am wearing it?" I challenged her. After having talked with about twenty people since I had arrived, and nobody had said a word about anything being out of place, I was pretty confident that the bra was invisible. "I may have left it at home!" "Let me see..." she pretended to focus. "Apart from the two mounds on your chest, and not counting the hooks showing on your back, I'd say that the straps regulator sticking out over your shoulders are a dead giveaway!" she smiled. "Wait... what?" I touched my back and I realized that she was right and that the thick band where the hooks were was probably showing. I also looked down over my shoulders and the shape of the regulators was unmissable. "Fuck!" I thought I must have been the butt of the joke in the whole office by then. "See? I am right! How does it feel?" she repeated her question. "I feel like I am an idiot! I've been speaking with so many people and they said nothing..." I tried to explain. "And what should they say? You are wearing the bra properly, not over your ears!" she stopped me. "It's none of their business if you wear a bra! Even Claire wouldn't say a word or care a single bit!" Claire was the girl moving the pallets in the warehouse. We all knew her because she was an apparent living contrast. With her muscular tall body and utilitarian short haircut, she was the definition of "butch lesbian", the most masculine person in the whole company, yet she was as straight as an arrow and married to a nice guy that we'd see every once in a while when he came to pick her up with their daughters in the car. Claire was also the pastor in a rather conservative Church, so a lot of LGBT people used to fear her when they joined the company. "So, you think they noticed?" I asked Lisa. "Unless they are completely blind, yes. Maybe guys could miss it, but the girls must have seen it." she guaranteed. "Hey, cheer up! It means that you can dress and be however you like and nobody will say a word! Also, HR clearly doesn't have a problem with that!" she smiled. "See you tonight! Don't forget to pick up your new dress! I took the freedom to add a pair of matching shoes to the order!" That afternoon, on the way out, I picked up the large paper bag from the warehouse. Claire herself delivered it to me at the desk and gave me a big smile as I left. When I got home, Angela was waiting for me in the living room. "Surprise!" she said, handing me a large present wrapped in pink gift wrap. "Thank you?" I said, unsure of the occasion. "Open it now! We need it!" she asked. I unwrapped the rather heavy item and it turned out to be a square vanity mirror. It was almost 3 feet by 3 feet and it had a LED frame that could light up. "It's time for you to learn to do your own makeup! This should fit on the desk in your room!" she announced. "Se it up so we can start!" "Isn't it a bit too early?" I objected. "You'll need time to clean and wash your face before we can get you ready for tonight. Consider the first round as a warm-up!" she added. I set up the mirror in my room and then she joined me. I gave her the beauty case that she gifted me and she explained the use of every single item in there. She pointed at the cosmetics that matched my skin tone and showed me how to use them. Once she was done, she told me to wash my face and to get dressed and she'd be back later to prepare me for the night. I got out of the bathroom and I dug into the bag with the dress I had chosen for the night. It was a bright red and creamy white dress with a pencil skirt that ended just above my knees. While I wasn't a fan of lingerie, I also ordered a lace bra and panties set that matched the white component of the dress. After I put everything on, I opened the box with the shoes that Lisa had added to the order. A "Wow!" escaped my lips. The five inches sandals I was holding were in the same shade of red as the dress and had a very spiky and very high heel. I knew little of women's fashion, but I could tell when an item was nice, and those shoes were absolutely gorgeous. I put my feet through the straps, tightened and buckled them, and before I called Angela I spent a few minutes trying to learn how to walk with heels that high. When Angela came into my room she did a double-take. "Tony, you look stunning!" she said. She did my makeup, paying attention to use a red lipstick that matched the dress. Also, she painted my nails of the same color and she lent me a pair of long earrings with a stone in the same shade. "One last touch, for Kimiko's happiness!" she said, and she applied some makeup on the portion of my chest visible through the deep V neck of the dress. "What is this?" I asked while the brush moved up and down. "This is called contouring! You'll see what it does! I am almost done!" she told me. Once she finished she told me to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Once again, I couldn't believe my eyes. "See? The makeup down here creates a fake shadow that makes your breasts look bigger than they are. I am sure that Kimiko will appreciate it, at least for now!" Angela explained. "You are an artist!" I said, staring at the hot girl in the mirror who was wearing the same dress like me and repeating every movement I made. "What do you mean with -at least for now-?" I then asked as soon as my brain processed that part. "Nevermind!" she concluded. "I have to finish doing my hair. See you in a bit!" And she disappeared into her room. The girls arrived shortly after... --- TO BE CONTINUED ---