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So this is 40? By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two The pretty middle aged golden blonde with a tight bun in a white lab coat now appeared above him scribbling on a clipboard, seemingly very focused. Immediately he was distracted by her beauty and her busty appearance, glancing down at her bare legs clad in navy pumps. Her square tipped French nail pushed her black round glasses up higher on her nose after she handed the clipboard to Marlene and then her sparkly rose lips parted, revealing the brightest white smile as she looked down at him. "Hello dear and how are you today?" asked Dr. Evans, pulling on some gloves. "Good?" replied Dan, a bit miffed. "I mean I am good right?" "Of course you are Danielle, and this won't take long," said Dr. Evans, touching his face and moving his cheeks. "What do I need a doctor for?" Dan asked, a little panicked but fixated on her huge chest. "I'm just here for a makeover? Some TLC?" "For nothing major, so don't fret it and that's all it is," said Dr. Evans, lifting a syringe. "All we have planned for you is taking a few years off the birthday girl." "With a needle?" asked Dan, a bit freaked out. "It's a minor treatment honey, so just breathe for me please," said Dr. Evans, injecting the syringe in a vile. "You see a scalpel?" "No," shivered Dan, petrified yet distracted by her boobs hovering over him. "But that doesn't mean I want that in me?" "Believe me you do! I doubt you're going through all this trouble today to not look as amazing as you can?" said Dr. Evans, pulling off the vial. "Ladies, just hold her hands since she's so nervous." "Wrists we can hold or we'll ruin those nails," said Marlene, placing her hand atop his. "It's nothing Danielle." "It really isn't," said Dr. Evans, as Bianca held one wrist, keeping his fingers flat and Marlene the other. "You'll only feel some pinches Danielle when the Botox goes in and your crow's feet aren't that bad, but we'll straighten that right out." "Botox? My sister is insane!" Dan yelped as the Dr. pushed closed his lid. "Maybe, but it's worth it," said Marlene as moments felt like hours before he felt a small pinch. It actually wasn't that bad as before long she did the other. It would again be nothing he expected yet as he thought about it, he could never fight the idea of something that would make him look younger. "So you ok?" asked Dr. Evans, putting down the syringe. "Yeah," nodded Dan as Marlene stepped in, lifting his chin. "That looks great already, Danielle," said Marlene as she began coating his lips with a cream. "Wait until I do your makeup! You're going to look stunning." "Wow so that's it?" Dan said as it was so quick. "Yup, see how easy that was," said Dr. Evans, changing her gloves. "It really was nothing?" said Dan, trying to flex his forehead. "And you'll feel even less in a minute or two," said Dr. Evans, manipulating his lips. "Oh so we're not done then?" questioned Dan. "And my mouth feels?" "A little numb?" answered Dr. Evans, touching his lips. "Yeah kind of?" said Dan, squishing his lips. "Let's give it a few minutes then," said Dr. Evans, touching his left ear. "Oh this one's good. How long ago did you pierce them? and it's not closed up." "Oh like a good twenty years," explained Dan. "But I kind of put some studs in every once and awhile so they won't close up." "You must?" said Dr. Evans. "Even the right one is ok?" "Yes," said Dan. "It's been a while but?" "Yup nothing to do here then, and it's been long enough?" said Dr. Evans, touching his ear. "To wear other earrings?" smirked Dan. "Yeah that shouldn't be a problem." "No I meant we stalled long enough for you to be really numb. You're ready," said Dr. Evans, touching his lip one last time before quickly a needle surprised Dan as it pierced his lip from just the right outside the edge. It would be a sharp pain but that would be the end of the discomfort as his lips were fairly numb and then it seemed more bizarre as she massaged his lips as she worked. He looked up at the doctor, stunned to realize they were working on his lips, as before long the next injection went in at the left outer edge on the other side, repeating the treatment. It was inexplicable to realize he was having his lips done now as the third injection would follow at the tip of the cupid's bow as he looked up, almost in disbelief. He was already at the point of having more injections in fifteen minutes than he'd had in fifteen years, as all he could remember was the occasional flu shot, yet the needles kept coming as the doctor would soon move to his lower lips. A massage on his body would be appreciated, but one on his lips sent his nerves into shambles, as before long he'd have a permanent fat lip which would take some time to accept any sensation. His first sensation though would not be in his lips once the doctor put down her final syringe, but instead surprisingly one beneath his waistline. As she looked down at him ensuring his lips were smooth and to her liking, all he could think about would be that now his lips might look as full as hers as her soft smile and nod would ease his angst, but what would be below his waist would need some time to calm down. "See, that wasn't so bad," said Dr. Evan, checking her work. "Was it?" "Maybe not?" said Dan, staring at her boobs. "Considering I had no idea I'd be getting anything done to me like that?" "I believe that was the idea," said Dr. Evans, taking a small mirror and showing him her work. "Now refrain from heavy usage of them while the fillers set, but you can live normally and I think you're going to find them sensational." "I'm not so sure what normal is right now?" laughed Dan, staring at his inflated lips. "Oh my gawdd they look huge?" "The term is plump, and they're still swollen," said Dr. Evans, putting down the mirror. "They'll be full and gorgeous but not as big as they are now, and believe me I normally don't like to do this type of work after a massage, but for a girl on a verge of such a special birthday, I made an exception for you." "Thanks? I think," nodded Dan, stunned at what was done. "And how long will they last exactly?" "Well hopefully longer than what was poking me while I did them," joked Dr. Evans, signing some forms on her clipboard. "I'm so sorry," gulped Dan, looking away, seemingly caught staring at her breasts. "No need, and I'm kidding, but in case you were curious, those I can do for you as well if you'd like in the future," joked Dr. Evans, handing it to Marlene. "But obviously those we'll need consolation for and get done in my clinic, so we can't just do on a whim." "Oh?" said Dan mortified. "Understood." "Don't be embarrassed, hon. You look amazing, but those lips will be down quite a bit by the time your next semester is here, so you'll need maintenance if you want to keep them," said Dr. Evans, heading towards the door. "Fillers like I gave you are good for three or four months at most, so enjoy them while you can." They gave him a few minutes to rest now as it took all his strength not to piss himself, as around his head now Bianca wrapped a plastic bonnet and then on came the warm air. The fears of being this forty year old with short helmet head hair would immediately still race through his mind, but the angst of what she'd look like once she was done after the lip injections and Botox would outweigh that worry and completely cloud that vision. It would be a much needed break for a few minutes as he knew he could rest his mind, yet he wondered how long it would be until the numbness wore off. He wasn't sure how long a break he had when the air finally turned off, but as it did, Bianca was there and ready pulling off the cap. "Ok, back you go Dani," said Bianca, cradling his hair as the seat dropped back and he was back again over the sink. "Those look specular on you, hon." "Really?" asked Dan. "They're gorgeous," said Bianca, switching on the water. "I know you've seen them but really you haven't? Once you do, with your makeup done and hair and everything well? You'll see! Trust me, she does amazing work and I'm living proof." "She did yours?" Mumbled Dan as she dropped back his chair. "Like your lips?" "Yup." Bianca puckered her lips proudly before squirting his hair in the sink. "Injected mine a few times, and believe me, my husband has never complained." "I bet," said Dan, looking up at her as she began scrubbing his locks. "It's just... My sister! She..." "Delivered some pretty good birthday surprises so far," Interrupted Maryanne, inspecting and looking down at him. "Didn't she?" "Mar--," Whined her brother as he was lying back somewhat helpless as Bianca's fingers were massaging his scalp. "It's not that I'm not thankful of what you're trying to do for me here, but seriously? Have you lost your mind?" "Me? Seriously?" snapped his sister, rolling her eyes and looking down on him. "With that tone suddenly you sound like one of your philandering little students now, and I'm doing what I can here but taking you back that far? That's asking a bit much. Dr. Evan's work can take off a few years, but not decades, little sis." "Oh you're incorrigible," said Dan, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes as Bianca was rinsing him. "Why am I even bothering on this?" "Exactly, professor," smiled his sister, softly touching his cheek with his hair still hanging in the sink. "So just shut the fuck up, because it's already done, looks maybe even better than I hoped it would and once Marlene does your makeup, you're going to wish you divorced your bitch of an ex-wife years ago." "Fuck," sighed Dan, nodding his head. "Yeah, seriously," laughed Maryanne. "That's the ultimate mission in part at least, so can the girls get back to work now without you being a pain in the ass again?" He softly signaled yes as Bianca couldn't help but giggle at their banter as she approached and pulled the towel from his hair. Marlene now got to work on his face, oddly brushing a reddish color across his former beard line before eventually gently planting her sponge over and over, dotting on some foundation. In no time she'd have his face looking flawless, contouring and blending to create a smooth canvas. He would give no objection as she brought out his cheekbones and framed his eyes with her pencil before coating his lids. Carefully sculptured creases and intermingled shadows would soon make his eyes pop as his objections had faded minute by minute, overtaken by curiosity. Watching her blow on the lash glue at the edge of each extension before she adhered them atop his would be something exciting that he had always wanted to experience. A little coating of mascara he'd done himself, but when she pressed down the faux lashes and melded them with his, it felt flirty and magical. A few crimps of her lash curler and strokes of her wand had him feeling beautiful inside, even before she finished his liner and well before they'd revealed his own image. A little squeeze now of the towel behind his ears as Bianca unraveled his hair would be a signal that he was in the home stretch of this crazy conversion. As they raised his chair to a sitting position, he was dying to see himself, but instead the reveal would be of his sister sitting like the hall monitor, watching carefully over what he'd become. "You're really going to sit there the rest of the time?" said Dan, looking over at her uncomfortably. "Watching me?" "Why not, I paid good money for it?" said Maryanne smirking. "And if not me, who's going to make sure you behave the rest the way?" "Oh I think you handled that all day already?" said Dan, wanting to kill her. "There were more than a few times I wanted to run for the hills, but somehow you had that covered?" "I've been schooled about careful planning for years by the smartest person I know, professor," Winked his sister. "And now acing the plan is in sight, so I wouldn't miss the final for the world?" "Let's hope you did ace it after all this," Dan replied as Bianca plugged in her hair dryer. "And I think my misbehaving is over?" "Yeah right?" smirked Maryanne. "If that were true, you'd still be married and we wouldn't be here?" "I meant today," smiled Dan. "In this room maybe?" laughed Maryanne as Bianca wiped his head with a towel one last time. "Ahhh ladies?" laughed Bianca, combing through his wet hair. "You mind?" "Sorry, I'll zip it?" said Maryanne, making a zipping motion and then covering her mouth. "Huuh! That's gorgeous Bianca!" "I thought you'd say that?" laughed Bianca, twisting up the top under a hinge pin. "Well?" giggled Maryanne, touching her own hair. "And now I'll zip it. Promise!" "Exactly, and of course it is! Eyes closed, Danielle, until I tell you!" Bianca ordered, turning on her blow dryer and brushing through his hair. Through the back and sides of his hair went her round brush as she blew out the dampness as she circled him. It wouldn't be much longer before down came the top from her clip and then to one side it seemed to go as he could sense her brush strokes sweep it across until it was fairly dry. "You still standing there watching me like my mother?" grumbled Dan, feeling her re-slice the part down the middle and flips strands to each side. "Maybe, old lady," laughed Maryanne, as Bianca moved some sections, blasting them with some heat protectant. "And if you don't stop being a grumpy bitch, there's still time to make you look like one." "Ladies, please?" laughed Bianca, lifting a small section in the back of his head and misting a quick spritz of hair spray. "Not that I'm not thoroughly enjoying this dynamic, but there's a hot tool in progress now." "Sorry, I'll let you finish and get her outfit," giggled Maryanne, walking away as he felt his hair being yanked a touch as it wound in. He swallowed hard, hoping to soon be excited with his upcoming result, yet petrified about all the temporary changes that would all seem permanent. Butterflies in his stomach seemed to be zapped by the constant quick hissing sound, except this sizzling noise would be no porch bug zapper. With her left wrist in a vertical position, the silver iron would stand erect as her gloved right hand swirled three or four inch strands around the blazing hot rod, bending his hair into shape. Three hundred degrees emanating from the scorching tool would need only a handful of seconds to melt the hair spray coated follicle groupings before she could release it to cure. There would be no brushing or combing as she used only her fingers to separate sections as from the back she worked to the left side. It was not exactly as he expected it, as her more precise and meticulous trimming had turned rambunctious as she shaped his hair with the wand, adding wave and texture rather quickly. When finally she had worked her way all the way around to the long right side, she finally lifted behind his forehead with nails and flipped some sections, spraying at the roots. Like a demon she would then rake through her work and his newly formed curls with her fingers in a huff as she separated and set the style with a finish spray. It would only be a last touch of a paste with Marlene?s finger across the middle of his lips and then some long earrings being slid into his holes before they both stepped back and smiled, seemingly pleased with their work. "Is that good?" asked Dan curiously at their expressions. "I?m not saying until I see you dressed," smirked Marlene, giving a wink. "But give me your foot." He had just endured a makeover that would stress even the most adventurous woman as his sister took liberties that he could have never imagined as Marlene bent down and slid a stocking up his leg. He had always loved the soft silky sensation of hose rising up his legs, but it had been way too long since any touched his bare flesh. Just knowing he would not have to wear tights to mask any hair as her soft fingers stretched the nylon would send a cold sensation through his veins, as he tried to contain his excitement as she snapped the band on his thigh. He took a small breath, holding the air in his lungs as he felt his left toes slide inside a shoe and then a strap slide around above his ankle. The little tug to buckle the strap would be followed by a gasp as he needed to empty his lungs when he felt the extreme angle of his arch as she placed his foot down on the floor. As the other foot went down, he could feel something stretchy over around each ankle and then Marlene pulled off his cape. "Ok, stand Danielle," said Marlene, tapping his leg to get up. "Ready to get dressed." "Yes, and please hurry," replied Dan, starting to shake as he stood, instantly looking down and feeling the elastic garment sliding up. "Ok, and not so fast," laughed Marlene, taking hold of him as up came his gaff. "Ready, Bianca." "Yup, don?t mind me and I think we handled that maybe just in time," said Bianca, reaching between his legs from behind and pulling him back as he was starting to grow from his limp state. "Handled in more was ways than one," joked Marlene as up went his gaff as she tugged the elastic up tightly. "As I can only imagine how exciting this must be. Did that hurt?" "I?m not sure you can imagine," grimaced Dan. "And I?m not sure if it matters if it did?" "Ok," laughed Marlene, unbuckling a cincher and wrapping it around him. "Then arms up and suck it in girl, because normally this does at least stink a little, but I?m guessing you know that already?" "That it?s uncomfortable," smiled Dan, lifting his arms as she fastened it over his waist and ribs. "Kind of." "Oh we can do better than uncomfortable," replied Marlene, beginning to tighten the laces. "Suck in Danielle." In went his breath as the corset cinched his waistline as she tugged at the top and then bottom laces. When she moved towards the center, it began growing really snug as he knew the sensation of being pinched in. Never though had it been done by anyone by himself, as with two women working from behind they had already cinched him more than he?d ever been before. Once they let him exhale, it would start again once he breathed back in hard, as this time they?d just about crack his ribs before finally tying it off. He took a few small breaths adjusting as they pushed at his flesh near his chest before bonding some small forms with double sided tape. A little clear plastic clip would pull them in towards each other, forming a bit of cleavage before the next set was glued atop the first. Inside his bra straps now went his arms as they adjusted the fit before clipping the back, and he now stood in his underwear. As they stepped back nodding at each other, approving of their work, the sound of the door opening again behind him would startle his nerves. "Now that?s what I?m talking about, professor?" said his sister, walking in with a garment bag in hand. "That?s what I always wondered if I?d walk in on at home?" "The old me maybe, and even then you would have given me a heart attack?" smiled Dan, turning around, lingerie clad and fanning out his hands and shaking his head. "But this me? Whoever the hell you just created? Never! And as heart attacks go, you are trying hard to give me one, aren?t you?" "Oh I?m thinking looking like that, you?ll be the girl giving them," smiled Maryanne, hanging the bag on a hook on the wall. "You seen yourself all put together yet?" "Not exactly?" said Dan, turning beet red. "But can I just get dressed please?" "Suddenly we?re so anxious to rock that dress," joked Maryanne, walking towards him and inspecting closer. "Turn again for me sis, and you did such an amazing job ladies, but you mind giving us a moment alone?" "Of course, and you look beautiful, Danielle," said Marlene, walking over and giving him a quick hug. "Can?t wait to see you in that gorgeous dress she got you." "You and me both I guess, at this point?" joked Dan, hugging Bianca now. "Glad to finally hear that," laughed Marlene. "You?ll be stunning in it, Danielle!" "Let?s hope," smiled Dan. "Thanks again." "It was our pleasure," said Bianca. "Have fun tonight." "I?ll try?" smirked Dan. "And again thank you both!" "So, ready to see Miss Danielle?" laughed Maryanne, putting out her hand as the ladies left the room. "You must be excited?" "I?m not sure that?s possible, and in this let?s hope not!" replied Dan, looking down, doing a quick check before taking her hand. "But curious after all this? How could I not be?" "Oh come on, you damn well know that?s not what I mean by excited, and gawd I love those nails," said his sister, glancing at his fingers, slowly leading him across the room. "Not that I can?t wait to see you in what I bought you, but you know you?re dying to see the birthday girl in what will be under her dress, looking ready to get brains fucked out in the bedroom?" "That not even funny," Dan began to say as he had to shake his head and laugh as they walked, before stopping dead in his tracks and getting a glimpse of himself. "What the.... Holllllyyyy shitttt!" The second he caught that first glimpse, his knees seemed to no longer move, as there he stood in full lingerie and heels, mesmerized by his reflection, completely made over. In one sense it was downright frightening like he?d expected to see that they?d created Mrs. Frankenstein, yet instead he needed a second to accept he was more the seductive monster in heels. Once that fright wore off though, he would be unable to fight a soft grin as a part of his now plump and noticeably fuller cherry glossed lips would reflect a youthful, pillowy smile void of any former age defining lines. Even without some Botox or lip injections to take off a few years, he could have never achieved what they?d done with his makeup. A few more years would be stripped away by expertly applying his cosmetics, as a flawless complexion with a dewy glow had replaced his dried out, manly tone. Almost burgandy plum cheek bones beneath a highlighted cheek and contouring to narrow his nose served as delicate backdrop above his enlarged mouth, and his eye makeup would finish off his appeal. A dark smoky socket would add allure to the outside of his huge faux curved lases, and some slate to light beige crease blends would dazzle across his lids. A bit of ivory in his newly formed arch would draw attention to what was left of his thinly lined water lines, and just a hint of luminosity would gleam from the apparent addition of just a touch of a silver crease glitter. Makeup though and even some minor procedures would be window dressing to what now framed his face, as his new hairdo would be even more of a shock to his system. Gone would be a head of greys that had overpowered what little was left of his natural brown, and with them to the floor went his scholarly, small pony. Where the band that bound that pony normally sat at his nape, now instead his skin would be exposed, as his hair had been sheared into a neat bob, mildly angled length. With all the trimmings that had ran down his cape, shorter hair would not be completely unexpected, but it would be the combination of his new color and unmistakably feminine cut that would not be easy to accept. Like his sister for as long as he could remember, he was now a striking blonde, as from a middle part platinum locks with golden undertones swung from each side in a wavy style. It was a loosely curled popular asymmetrical style hanging longer in front before gradually growing shorter as it reached the back of his head. It was no soccer mom cut, but instead more of a very sexy cut arrangement, with finger brushed out curls delivering a wilder look with a sense of chic style. With each twist of his hips to see his image, he would need to adjust to sweeping his wavy tresses from his glammed eyes, but just doing that with long cherry to cranberry ombre square tipped nails would be something that would take some getting used to. The dramatic makeover with salon hair, glamorous makeup, luscious lips and sultry nails would be quite the birthday present shocker, but that look paired with his lingerie clad nipped and tucked body would be dizzying. On his feet, black leather stilettos were a good five inches with thin spikey heels and a peep toe. Around each ankle ran two straps holding the sexy heels with a double buckle above each ankle, and fire engine red toenails peeked out from the peep toe. Sheer black stockings with a single seam up the back only added to the sultry look, before being pinched by a garter strap on their lace top at his upper thigh. Between his legs now sat a special flat gaff panty in black, concealing his tucked boy parts similar to one he?d worn before, yet it seemed different now with a body completely hairless and his crotch beneath it manicured. With each garter strap attached to the bottom of his expertly cinched black lace corset, he was now outfitted in something he always begged his ex-wife to wear yet resisted. It was completely bizarre to see how his mid-life flab had been redirected inside his body cavity at his midsection, and his testicles had been deposited into pockets he never knew existed between his legs. His loose chest tissue had been used to make mild man boobs into decent cleavage, and then silicon inserts atop them gave him a nice bust, as he never looked so curvy in his life. All he could think about was how he finally looked after all these years, as his ex-wives seldom wore shapewear that he?d pilfered for the occasional romp away from home to try to achieve this would be nothing like this. Instead, he was posing in these properly fitted trans- designed undergarments expertly altered for his male body in its desired state. Gone as he scrutinized his crotch would be even a hint of a bump where he didn?t want one, but very prominent would now be those bumps where he did. A tuck here and some hidden boning there had delivered not just a feminine silhouette, but a more youthful shape, and one that he could have never ever done from what was hidden in his trunk. No grey haired Miss Doubtfire or even middle aged cross dresser stared back at him, as instead for a moment he was lost in his image, licking his lips. He was his own birthday present reborn to experience life for a short time from the other side of the gender spectrum, without any of the restrictions he had dealt with during his marriage or all of his life. Dressing and experimenting before for mostly sexual satisfaction would now be elevated as he had mostly cheated with divorcees or sexually starved housewives, yet now he stepped into their pumps. The occasional score of a younger co-ed would also now be off the table as he'd be sauntering from the room shortly in an unfamiliar role as hopefully the one being chased. "This is just fucking ridiculous! Look at my body! My hair!" smiled Dan, finally able to breathe a little, twisting his hips with his hands at each side. "I actually can?t even believe I could look like this?" "Is it professor, you little vixen?" teased his sister, undoing a bracelet. "Give me your wrist, and don?t lose my favorite bracelet." "Professor Vixen?" said Dan, giving her a look and laughing as she fastened the bracelet. "Who?s that? And didn?t I give you that bracelet?" "Yes for my fortieth, and this one two a few years earlier for Christmas," laughed Maryanne, adding another. "And I?m just lending them to you professor, so I want them back, sis." "It?s weird enough being called your sister or worse a vixen, but maybe drop the professor stuff right now please?" said Dan as she tried a ring on a few fingers on his right hand until it fit his ring finger and she pushed it on. "Most of the female professors I know might have short hair or even some may have bleached their heads, but do not look like this?" "Exactly, so who?d want to look like that, and fine I?ll try but it?s been your nickname for a million years since you shoved that first doctorate in my face, so not easy?" replied Maryanne, joking as she buckled a watch over his left wrist. "I was thinking worst case today in your world of academia, you?d make a decent graduate assistant anyway?" "Not that I don?t like the sound of that at the moment, but don?t get that crazy," laughed Dan as she was pushing some rings on his fingers on his left hand now. "Although I do feel like I look a lot younger, or is it just me?" "Well you are still 39 for the rest of the day, and trust me with the job these ladies did on you here, you damn well don?t look it, sister," said Maryanne with big grin on her face as she stepped behind him, looping a necklace over him. "So you?re thinking then someone would take me for a like a middle age graduate assistant?" Thought Dan, liking the sound of that, nodding and twisting again, looking at his profile. "Maybe a woman that?s come back to school for her doctorate?" "Like that?" laughed Maryanne, softly patting her brother?s bare ass. "Yeah some nice bimbo blonde one?" "Exactly! So could you make this any more uncomfortable?" gulped Dan, rolling his eyes at her. "So can I please get dressed then now?" "Actually I'm betting I can, but I guess so," giggled Maryanne, unzipping a garment bag. "And why worry about that unless you plan on going back to the university as Danielle?" "Oh I?m worried about lots of things right now, but that is not high on my worry list unless these lips don?t fade by the end of the summer?" said Dan, staring at the dress coming out of the bag that he was about to be put in. "As it is, my returning students would be shocked I cut my hair." "Not the ones that will want a piece of you the way you look now," teased Maryanne, unzipping the back of the dress. "I?m thinking the birthday girl could use a short sabbatical from teaching anyway?" "You trying to tell me these big lips won?t fade that fast?" gulped Dan, putting his fingers to his mouth, concerned. "By end of summer when I need to go back?" "Stop over thinking shit, but I paid to give you ones that should, and step in," laughed Maryanne, holding open his dress. "Worst case if you really can?t step away from the school, then don?t." "Don?t?" said Dan, stepping in as up rose his dress "I can?t teach like this?" "Who said teach? Put your arm through, and I?m sure you can use another doctorate?" teased Maryanne, sliding his arm inside the sleeve slit. "Take a class or two and then you get to be that blonde in the short skirt in class you always wanted to be for a semester?" "Do not even tease me like that Mar--," smiled Dan as she zipped up the back and tugged at the skirt. "And seriously, a blonde? Look at this fucking hair? Holy shit! Maybe I could be some bimbo blonde grad chick, but not happening? Birthday weekend only, and I love you for doing this, but that?s where it ends! It?s still insane." "Well our time here ends with you looking insanely hot in that dress, so don?t get your panties in a ruffle, blondie," laughed Maryanne, stepping back and looking at him. "It was just a small suggestion in case you?re dying to stay this way, but I?ll shut my mouth." "Thank you," nodded Dan. "And dying is the right word, but the rest you know I have no fucking clue about?" "Save the clueless blonde act for one of your boyfriends, and I want to now see you even try to tell me you hate me when you look at yourself in this dress," grinned Maryanne, stepping back in and adjusting the dress around his boobs, making sure the cleavage was perfect. "Do I have good taste my sexy sister or what?" "Sexy sister?" replied Dan, looking down at himself and then up at the mirror as a grin began forming on his face. "Jezzz....I still definitely hate you, but I do really love your taste." There would be no hiding the smile on his plumped lips or the gleam in his eye as he?d been in a little black dress before, but never like this. Small shoulder straps hid his black bra straps before the rest of the his shoulders and collar bone would be exposed in a cut out style. Across each bicep and surrounding the triceps, another shoulder strap sat vertically just off the ball of his shoulder, keeping the dress sleeveless yet cleverly hiding any hint of middle aged masculine muscle. The unique, mostly cut out top combined a sultry cold shoulder design with some amble cleavage and an open square back, delivering an amble amount of skin while holding everything in place. It would serve as quite the alluring, mildly busty top section of his dress as he almost couldn?t take his eyes off himself having decent cleavage. That would also help give the appearance of an even thinner frame, as beneath it, his cinched waist wonderfully flattered his doctored figure even further before the short tight rucched skirt surrounded his ass. The black shinny crushed velvet dress stretched just a touch here and there had been wisely selected, appearing precisely fitted to flaunt his shapewear molded curves, yet just as cleverly chosen to conceal, as there was just enough bunching in the fabric to mask his garter lines and corseted boning. The other potential boning though would really test the elastic to stay tucked, and that wouldn?t be easy as he?d never been so thrilled to see a blonde in heels with big sultry lips in a sexy little black dress in his life. "Like that was ever even in question," laughed Maryanne, spritzing some perfume to his neck. "And you know you love me! Don?t try to hide it, because I can see it in your face! Don?t cha? sis?" "Until today," smiled Dan, giving her a look. "Or until after what you put your poor sister through today?" "You mean what I put her through so she wouldn?t feel forty when she shouldn?t need to feel or look that old?" said Maryanne, giving him big hug. "I?d do that and anything for my loving caring sister that?s been there for me when I needed her all my life." "Well maybe in some ways she has," laughed Dan, shrugging his shoulders and then leaning on one hip. "And don?t get emotional on me, since that is what sisters are for right?" "Yeah and mine is the best, so SHE deserves a little happiness after what she?s been through," said Maryanne, wiping one eye. "But didn?t deserve!" "Believe me, she did," said Dan, flicking his wrist at her. "And not that I?m not excited to celebrate my big birthday in this weird unexpected way, but you still didn?t need to do all this?" "For my sister? The person that took me in, fed me, paid my bills, took care of me and got me back on my feet?" said his sister, looking into his eyes. "Now I don?t claim to know what it could have been like to bottle some of this stuff up inside you, but I?m happy to help it come out, even if only as a gift, because trust me a little makeover is not close to repayment for what you?ve done for me, and I?d still love to do more." "Please, my heart can take any more, and stop before you make me cry too," smirked Dan, backing up and sucking in his breath for a moment. "Let?s just go test out the new me, and I think you?ve done enough!" "Fine, but fuck up your makeup already and I will kill you, so take your bag," joked Maryanne, giving him a nudge and slapping his pocketbook into his ribs. "But as for doing enough? The fellas tonight will be the judge of that?" As she walked past him, he slipped the strap over his shoulder and held his bag as he followed her from the room. They?d need to stop for a minute as the women fussed over the finished product, and then gave final hugs as finally they were out the door. He?d never felt this free before in a dress, not worried about being seen or caught dressed as a woman. Also no longer did he have to worry about the sun shining through three sets of panty hose revealing hairy calves or a little breeze ruffling his hair, as there would be no seams on a wig to be revealed. To his car he walked with confidence, enjoying the sound of his stilettos click across the pavement, yet he felt like he was walking on air. The big grin on his face as he saw his reflection in his car window sweeping his blonde hair from his eyes would send a warm sensation through his veins, as finally he could be free to be the hot chick in his muscle car. "No, no, no!" said Dan as they both walked to the driver?s side. "My car! I?m driving." "You sure?" said his sister, giving him a look. "Shouldn?t I drive? What if you got pulled over?" "Keys?" said Dan, shaking his head and holding out his hand. "Ok?" smiled his sister, dropping them into his hand before walking around to the other side and getting in. "I hope you know what you?re doing?" "Did you when you did this to me?" smiled Dan as he sat,folding down the visor and opening the mirror and looking at himself. "You know I thought I did, but I?m not so sure now," laughed his sister, watching him check his teeth for lipstick. "You ever drive in heels like that before?" "Like it matters," smiled Dan, reaching out his hand. "Give me your sunglasses." "Like you need them?" laughed Maryanne, handing them over. He pressed them on, fluffing his hair in the mirror before snapping it closed and pushing up the visor. He backed the car out of the spot now and then hit the gas as out of the parking lot he went, a new person and of course a new woman. "Where we headed?" Dan asked, loving the shimmer from his glossed nails atop the steering wheel. "Well, to a couple of boutiques and then dinner, so make a right," said Maryanne, tapping his thigh. "I bought you a few other outfits and some shoes, but I wasn?t sure if they?d fit, so my plan was to stop and you?d try them for yourself." "So I?m going shopping like this?" asked Dan, almost driving off the road. "Girls do that, sis," laughed Maryanne. "Your dress I got you to wear on your birthday is a little less unforgiving, so that we?ll need to make sure is the right size, and obviously you?ve shopped before?" "Yeah I shopped at Christmas and Valentine?s day, like it was for my wife," replied Dan, a bit embarrassed. "Besides that, it was just a thing here or there stuffed into a full cart of other stuff at Target or Walmart or wherever I could buy something discreetly?" "Which is why I?m sure half of it didn?t fit right, and the cheap stuff looked like shit on you, didn?t it?" said Maryanne, rolling her eyes. "Make another right turn here." "You?re so right," giggled Dan, turning the car. "Of course I am, which is why you?re in a dress that has some give and stretch to it now, and I didn?t just buy expensive things that might not fit, since you?ll obviously need to try them on?" said Maryanne, pointing. "Left into the plaza two lights down, sis." "Makes sense," nodded Dan, sucking in his breath, feeling his palms sweat as they stopped at a light. "Aren?t you the brilliant one in the family?" teased Maryanne, patting his leg. "Of course it makes sense, and don?t you dare even fight me for a second! And umm.. green light means go, genius." "Ok, but this is pretty overwhelming and scary, so please say you didn?t spend a lot more money on me," grumbled Dan, pulling ahead. "Your old wardrobe is going in the trash, and you need at least one good dress to go out in on your actual birthday, plus I picked a few cute things I think you?ll love," said Maryanne. "Now what I picked is on hold and I won?t be insulted if you like something better, but I?m pretty sure I know your taste already." "Hope you picked yellow, since then maybe you won?t see the piss stain in my pants shopping like this," replied Dan, pulling into a spot. "Blondes do look cute in yellow sis for summer, so maybe we can try on a nice canary or mustard dress if you see one you like," giggled his sister, opening the car door. "But pants I will not be buying you tonight. Now get out, Dani girl." He followed his sister like a middle aged puppy dog nervously strolling across the pavement, and then inside the first store. He?d always wanted to actually shop for himself like this, but never had the nerve as women?s departments or retail stores always seemed so intimidating. After a little browsing and being treated no differently than any other woman by the boutique staff, he began to relax and enjoy the entire shopping experience. Before long he became comfortable trying things on and understanding why certain cuts or materials would work on him, as his sister critiqued and taught. It had been a long time since he actually was the pupil, but his brain was like a sponge soaking up advice on colors schemes, accessorizing or coordinating bags and shoes. An hour later he emerged, in love with the dress he?d wear on his actual birthday tomorrow, her other presents and dying to see a few surprises he?d have to wait to see. Beside what she?d purchased for him as gifts, there would be a few shopping bags of new stuff he charged on his own. He was suddenly a little girl on Christmas, not wanting to wait to wear it all, thrilled with her choices and giddy from the experience. As they got back to the car and he placed the bags in the trunk, he almost couldn?t believe she?d approved of some of his own choices as his new wardrobe had begun to shape. Never could he have imagined when he got off the red eye early this morning that not only would he be celebrating his birthday as a woman, but also be accepted out in public and in stores as Danielle. "So we have time to hit this one shoe store that has a few things I saw that I think you?ll love," said Maryanne, looking at her watch. "Make a left and go down to the main boulevard." "Sure. But more shoes?" laughed Dan. "I just bought two more pairs of stilettos?" "I thought you were paying attention and learning from me today?" said Maryanne, rolling her eyes and pointing ahead. "Don?t miss the jug handle turn, Danielle." "I was and I won?t," said Dan, steering around the turn to the merge lane. "So what do you mean?" "I mean like that?s enough? Really?" giggled his sister. "Seriously sis, you?re just getting started? Girls can never have enough shoes." "Ahh!" laughed Dan, merging onto the boulevard. "I?m learning." "That?a girl. You?re a blonde now, so I?ll be patient," teased Maryanne as they pulled up at a light. "Put your blinker on, and you?ll need to get over after this next light. The store is down a couple of miles on the left." He looked out to the left and quickly a red corvette convertible pulled up next to him at the traffic light. Over glanced a twenty five-ish looking guy who dropped his sunglasses, making eye contact as he looked his way before revving his engine. "Hey?" said a guy rolling down his window. "So how you doing today?" "Uuumm great, thank you," said Dan in his softest voice, rolling down his window. "Think I could get in as I need to get over to the left." "Absolutely," smiled the guy. "Get in. It?s not locked." "Slick?" laughed Dan, feeling a bit flattered. "I meant the lane." "You sure?" asked the guy, again revving his engine. "Sweet ride, babe." "You too," grinned Dan, revving his. "Your daddy know you took his car out today?" "Nah? My dad drives a Buick," smiled the guy. "But does your boyfriend know you took his?" "Like I?d give a shit if I had one?" Cracked Dan, stepping hard on the pedal. "Hear that purring? This is my big strong man." "Yeah, I hear that?" smiled the guy. "But can a real housewife like you handle him?" "Oh there?s not much real or any wives in this car, pretty boy," smirked Dan, dropping his sunglasses. "But one thing I can do is handle my men. But can you?" "I?m better at handling fast cars and fast women. So want to try me? smiled the guy. "How about a race, gorgeous?" "Gorgeous?" said Dan, taking a breath and biting his lip. "Yes, you are," replied the guy, flexing his brows. "Loser buys dinner?" "You want to race me and buy me dinner?" smirked Dan with a gleam in his eye. "I doubt you?d stand a chance, and you even have a job? McDonald?s pays that well these days?" "You know I?m not sure? I?m just a spoiled brat rich kid in a vette, so I wouldn?t know?" grinned the boy, pointing to his wrist. "See the rolex, babycakes, and even when I beat you I?m sure after a few minutes with a girl that looks like you that I could be easily convinced to pick up that tab anyway?" "Could you?" asked Dan, shaking his head and smiling. "I?m flattered, but probably almost old enough to be your fath.. Uuummm mother." "Oh I doubt that?" smiled the guy, revving the engine again. "And I might look young, but I?m twenty three and what are you, maybe thirty?" "Thirty?" grinned Dan, fluffing his hair. "Must be my new haircut making me look that old?" "Old my ass, and I dig the sexy hair! Now come on, you look like one wild cougar to me?" said the guy, pushing his sun glasses back up. "So you up for it or what, blondie?" "Oh this cougar is getting hungry for a little prey alright, but don?t you have a curfew?" revved Dan. "Or should I ask what time the spoiled brat needs to get the car home before your babysitter gets to your house?" "You know what? Forget dinner. Beat me and you can be my babysitter and spank this little boy as long as you?d like," smiled the guy. "But if I beat you, then this puppy gets to teach the old dog some new tricks. That is unless you?re no cougar at all and you can?t handle me? Can you soccer mom?" "Oh it?s on, jail bait," said Dan, pushing his sunglasses up on his nose. "Let?s say winner goes down! You know on the loser! Deal, or did that make you shit your diaper?" "Oh yeah!" Revved the guy, making a fist and bobbing his hand back and forth like he was simulating oral before giving the thumbs up. "I?m digging those big cocksucker lips, so gloss them up and race you to the next light which is two miles straight ahead! Deal, grandma?" "Are you crazy?" said his sister, watching him nod and give him the middle finger. "You?re seriously going to race him?" "Buckle up sis, and it?s kind of your fault," smiled Dan, wigging up in the seat. "You?re the one that got me all hyped up, and gave me these lips." "To hook up in a club or in a spot that preferably could not kill us," said Maryanne, tightening her seatbelt. "Twenty three, my ass. I obviously should have had your eyes fixed as well. You?re lucky if he?s eighteen and you?re not thirty." "Sure I am. I?m thirty nine and three hundred sixty four days until midnight," smiled Dan. "So technically still in my thirties for a few more hours. Now buckle up tight, because you didn?t plump these lips for nothing did you? What I?m not is a fucking soccer mom!" They glanced over at each other one more time as they watched the light go yellow on the corner and both got prepared. As it finally changed directly in front of them to green, their tires scorched and then off both cars went as their heads jerked back. Maryanne clutched the door handle and braced against the dashboard not having been in a car racing like this since she was a teenager, as eventually her adrenaline kicked in as they flew by the other car. She looked over at her brother glancing back, seeing the corvette in the rear view mirror, almost not believing he had blown him away. "Oh my gawdd!" smiled his sister. "You crazy son of a bitch! I knew this car was fast, but not that fast." "Fast women in fast cars, and right now it?s crazy daughter of a bitch, please," laughed Dan, cruising towards the light about to easily win and then slowing down. "I knew I?d win, and now finally I get to be one, thanks to you." "Well yeah and...," laughed Maryanne, looking over and seeing the corvette breeze past them. "Wait? But you would have?" "Yeah?" smiled Dan, pulling behind the corvette as it pulled over, flicking his wrist at his sister. "Oooopps? So I didn?t?" "You?re insane?" said Maryanne as he unbuckled his belt and reached over, grabbing his pocketbook. "And where are you going?" "You heard the bet. For a little victory lap," Winked Dan, opening the door and swinging out his leg. "But you had him beat," said his sister. "And now you?re going to? Seriously? Already? and you don?t even know him?" "Yeah kind of the idea?" smiled Dan, stepping to the pavement, tugging his skirt and then leaning back in looking at her. "But if I would have won, which of course I could have, he can?t go.. you know down there right?" "Well he could?" laughed Maryanne. "You?re unbelievable! And you know Dr. Evans said you?re not supposed to go crazy with those new lips until they get a chance to heal for a day or two." "I didn?t hear that?" smirked Dan, twisting his hair, pretending to think. "But I am a blonde?" "Yeah, yeah? Go! But you're getting them fixed yourself if you fuck them up," replied Maryanne, shaking her head. "Go have you?re fun." "Which I?ve been waiting for forever, so I love you and thanks," said Dan, blowing her a kiss. "Move our reservation back a half hour, and I?ll have him drop me there. And maybe he could you know.... after I show him a thing or two?" "Please just go before I?m the one having a heart attack now," laughed Maryanne, blowing him back one. "Like you don?t deserve one after giving me like five of them today," Winked Dan as he strutted away. As she jumped over into the driver seat, she watched her brother wiggle over to the passenger side of the corvette and get in. She waited a moment to allow it to pull away just to be sure he was ok, but before long she couldn?t even watch as in no time he was engaged with the driver, making out. Instead it would be her that left them pulled over on the side of the road as she almost felt guilty leaving her older brother in a dress with a stranger. She knew though crazy as it seemed, he could handle himself and called the restaurant, pushing back their reservation. She instead stopped at a few stores, running some errands and killing some time until she pulled up at the restaurant five minutes before the new reservation. She texted him to check on him with no response and then waited a few minutes before calling but getting his voicemail. She was getting a bit anxious without getting a response and then jumped nervously as the back passenger door opened. "Pop the trunk and give me a second, ok?" said Dan, tossing his pocketbook on that back seat. "Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me?" Maryanne grabbed her chest, hitting the trunk latch. "I didn?t even see you get dropped off? Where did you come from?" "The back of the parking lot under the willow tree," replied Dan, taking some bags from the trunk. "You did that right here in the parking lot?" said Maryanne, holding her chest, mortified. "What you think I did because I lost the race?" laughed Dan, tossing some bags in the back seat. "No. Not at all." "Wow, you reneged?" said Maryanne as he got in the back, closing the door. "I?m shocked! So then you didn?t, and why are you getting in the back seat?" "No, I just said I didn?t right here, and unzip me," Dan turned his back towards her. "You know how much I love the dress you put me in, so would I be changing already if I didn?t get it a little... well sticky?" "Eeewwww! That?s so gross," sighed his sister, half grossed out before laughing, reaching back and starting the zipper for him. "Good thing then we did some shopping, so maybe put on the leather skirt and that wild top you fell in love with. That?ll work for later in the club if you get crazy again, as that you can wipe down." "See, I love that we think alike?" laughed Dan, sliding the dress off his shoulder and pushing it down. "Oh we do not exactly think alike, but you only turn forty once, so I can?t blame you for living it up and shame on me for starting you off in velvet," joked Maryanne, watching in the rear view mirror as he lifted his butt off the seat, scooting forward and sliding it down to his ankles. "But what I am thinking is maybe learn to swallow if you plan on being this slutty professor, because that is definitely going to need some dry cleaning, if they can even get that out and you barely wore that dress?" "Oh I swallow just fine, and it wasn?t me that couldn?t handle the shift in high gear," laughed Dan, tossing aside the dress. "You?re kidding?" said Maryanne, holding her chest as he began sliding his arms inside a blouse. "No, that?s the part I made him do at the back of this parking lot," laughed Dan, buttoning. "The rest I easily handled earlier, but by the time we got here and he still couldn?t keep his hands off me so...." "So?" said his sister, holding her face as he was buttoning as fast as he could. "So don?t leave me hanging here, Danielle?" "Well let?s just say Danielle didn?t stop those hands until they found quite the surprise under my skirt," laughed Dan, unzipping his leather skirt and dropping it to the floor. "And then he had no idea what to do with it." "He didn?t freak out?" asked Maryanne curiously as he stepped into the skirt. "Oh he did, and better he shit his pants in his car instead of mine," laughed Dan, skootching forward again and wiggling it up. "So I hiked my dress and tugged down my underwear, showing him the prize he found in my panties." "Holy shit, and then he went down on you!" Maryanne asked as he tucked his top inside it. "No problem." "Not exactly, but he was more stunned than freaked at that moment," explained Dan on his knees on the seat, fastening the clasp. "But once his jaw dropped, so did his face when I jammed it down with his mouth wide open, and that?s when you might say the freaking began." "You?re lucky he didn?t fucking bite it off?" said Maryanne, stunned as he zipped himself and then returned his feet to the carpet. "With me thrusting into his throat! Nah, he might try to seem tough but he?s the all talk type!" joked Dan, leaning over, opening his pocketbook and pulling out his lipstick. "Well until that instant anyway." "Unbelievable," giggled Maryanne, watching him unscrewing it and then fixing his lips. "That I came so much and dripped all over this dress you got me? Yeah, and I feel horrible about that," said Dan, rubbing them together and checking them in the little compact before starting to flip around his hair. "It?s your fault really, because that was so hot after everything you did for me today that I couldn?t last long, but obviously he?s the one that?ll need the schooling on learning to swallow so, Professor Danielle educated him." "Of course she did and your curls are fine, so just finger brush your hair a little, but what didn?t last long was probably not the gorgeous dress you were in, so how is that my fault?" laughed Maryanne, handing back her hairspray as he was fluffing his hair with his fingers. "And even more so his cocky attitude racing and picking up strange older women I?m thinking might be done as well." "You?d think, but even after choking down my jizz, he gave me his number?" laughed Dan, sprtitzing his hair and then tossing a little piece of paper in the front seat. "Out of lust or fear though, I?m really not sure?" "And you are not going to find out," said Maryanne, ripping up the sheet and tossing it out the window. "A fling is one thing, but helping you find a boy toy is not one or your presents, and not going to be on my conscious." "Damn Mar?," groaned Dan, watching the little papers fly away in the wind. "I didn?t even say I was going to call him!" "Yeah, and you didn?t say you weren?t a slut?" laughed Maryanne. "Now I get it that I created a blonde monster in heels here and let her lose on the world, but let?s go get some dinner. Then after I down a few shots, if you?re still hungry we?ll hit the club like we planned and find some men that might not get Professor BJ arrested before she even turns forty." "Like that wasn?t always the plan anyway," laughed Dan as they got out of the car. "And maybe we?ll find you a nice guy too, because when?s the last time you got laid?" "Depends on your definition of laid?" joked Maryanne, looping her arm inside his as they walking down the sidewalk like two giggling girlfriends. "Who do you think changed your batteries on your toys in your trunk?" "Ewww! That?s so disgusting!" gulped Dan before questioning her as they got to the door. "But you are kidding, right?" "Well you?ve been out west a long time, and I guess you?ll know once you get home later?" giggled Maryanne as they pulled open the door. "Reservation for two under Woodridge." "Wonderful," said the receptionist. "Follow me please, ladies." "You?re not getting off on answering me that easy, sister?" whispered Dan as they followed her to the table. "Why not, you hid shit from me for decades," whispered back his sister. "Enjoy, ladies," said the girl as they sat. "Thank you," smiled Dan sitting down. "But?" "Two scotches on the rocks," smiled Maryanne, signaling a waiter before looking him right in the eyes. "And don?t worry, I always use a condom. You borrow my shit and I borrow yours. That?s how it works with sisters, and in my mind I always blamed mom for stealing my ribbed Mr. Happy while I was away at college, but of course I couldn?t ask her, so now I?m glad I didn?t because now I know better? So I believe it?s your turn you answer my question now?" "Waiter, make those doubles please," shouted out Dan with a big smirk on his face. "And now I at least know what to get you for your birthday this year." Their dinner would be filled with laughter and emotions as Dan was now in the midst of the longest yet most liberating day of his life. Blowing out any candles would need to wait one more day, yet this birthday weekend had started with a bang. The bang though he?d hopefully soon be doing would be more than blowing out what he?d craved for so long, but not in a way he ever imagined, as the basic blowing had been checked off the birthday wish list. She snatched the keys from his tipsy hand as he doubled down when she became the designated driver. He still though mostly knew his limits so he could still party, and wanting a little alcohol to impair his judgment in the least. His next wish though would certainly be on his sister?s list, as after dinner they got in the car but then making his wish come true would be up to him if he could. He felt quite the buzz as they drove quite a ways and then eventually started getting a bit anxious and frustrated. "I knew I shouldn?t let you drive?" said Dan, looking around. "Where the hell are we going?" "Somewhere we damn well both won?t know anyone," laughed Maryanne as she drove. "Like you know anyone besides the battery operated friends from my trunk?" joked Dan, cracking himself up. "You?re lucky it?s your birthday, or I?d kick your drunk bimbo ass right here, blondie," said his sister, half laughing. "Sorry, couldn?t resist, but I?m plenty sober," laughed Dan. "And like I?d be worried? I'm pretty sure thanks to you I could hitch a ride if you did." "With those lips you could hitch a ride cross country," snapped back his sister. They shared a little laughter, enjoying the banter and then when the barbs finally settled down, he looked around again. "But seriously, sis?" Dan asked. "So then not near my university then right?" "Great thinking again, Professor Deep Throat," nodded Maryanne, cracking herself up. "Totally the other direction if it makes you feel better, and for your information I do get out sometimes." "Yeah, but not enough," said Dan. "Well maybe now that I have a sister sometimes I?ll get out more," said Maryanne, turning into a plaza. "So hope you?re ready since we?re here." "Wait? I know this place a little bit?" Dan said as she pulled into a big parking lot. "It?s been years, but isn?t this like a divorcee bar?" "Not that I need to remind you, professor?" smirked Maryanne, pulling into a spot. "But sister or not, you are one?" "Like that I could forget?" laughed Dan as she put the car in park. "Well since you changed and with what you picked to wear here?" laughed Maryanne, tapping his leather clad thigh. "Trust me, you look the part?" "Is that bad?" Dan looked down at his legs. "My garters aren?t showing in this, right?" "Stop, you know you look amazing sis, and no, but always give a little tug on a skirt like that when you get up anyway," said Maryanne, folding down her visor. "Be prepared to get hit on and asked to dance, because if I were a guy here tonight, looking the way you do I?d be all over wanting to fuck your brains out." As much as he hoped she was right and felt sexy, it would still send pins and needles down his spine as he shook out his nails, working up the nerve to continue. He had changed into a long sleeved,, leopard print low cut blouse that seemed to even accentuate what he didn?t have on top even more and pinched in neatly at his waistline. Below it, he was in a black leather mini-skirt certainly worn by girls of all ages, with black stilettos just as he was, but maybe it would be a tad too short for a forty year old woman. For almost forty though, he look amazing and had no intention of acting his age, yet certainly hoped to hint at his evening?s intentions. "Dance?" said Dan, folding down his visor now, feeling the hair on his neck stand. "I can?t dance like this? I thought this was a bar?" "More a divorcee club these days, and just let the heels do the work, so make it quick anyway if you do. No one?s here to really dance anyway, and for your information I?ve met a few great guys here over the years," said Maryanne, brushing on some blush. "So the way you look tonight, Danielle, it's a good place to maybe get lucky." "I though you said we were going somewhere no one would know either of us?" Yelled Dan. "When?s the last time you were here?" "Well, five years ago every weekend after my last divorce if you don?t count two weeks ago for a one night stand," grinned Maryanne, unscrewing her mascara. "And obviously no one will know you." "Look at you? And how am I the only slut then?" laughed Dan as she touched up her lashes. "And not that I mind, but so then this is somewhere no one will care to know me because your my slut sister might be popular here?" "That I doubt genius, and get out you wise ass," grinned Maryanne, snapping the visor up and opening the car door. "Believe me, no one will remember me from then since I spent the night in a corner kissing a pilot from Australia wearing the sexy curly red wig I found in your trunk. So see what a good sister you were, sharing even before you were one. So let?s go." "Oh gawwdd! A divorcee bar as a girl for a change," gulped Dan, getting a bit nervous as he got out, looking across the top of the car at her. "I?m not so sure about this?" "Where did you expect me to take you?" smiled Maryanne, starting to walk away. "A frat party? Now let?s go already." "Ok, point taken," smiled Dan, rolling his eyes, pulling his strap to his shoulder and walking around the car. "I guess that?s the speed I should be at." "Of all people, I?m certainly not telling you to feel old at forty," said Maryanne, shaking her head and then giving him a nudge as they walked together. "But you still are an old lady, so at least I don?t have to worry about you picking up any jail bait here." "He said he was twenty three!" groaned Dan. "Yeah, and you said you were thirty," replied Maryanne, make a face at him. "Wait, stop Dan," grabbing her arm. "There?s a line and they?re checking ID. Obviously I have none, so what do we do? Obviously this is not going to work and I can?t get in?" "Again for like the tenth time today? Who?s the best sister?" giggled Maryanne, pulling his arm. "Keep walking, and I?m freezing my ass off in this dress, so get on line." "My legs are a little chilly, but I?m sure it?s not the breeze that?s making me not feel my feet," said Dan as they walked up to the line. "So you know the guy?" "Like the bouncer checking IDs? I wish?" said Maryanne, digging in her pocketbook. "He?s got some guns on him right? Why, is he your type?" "I haven?t been with as many men as you think you jerk, and I don?t even know if I have a type?" said Dan, defending himself. "Obviously I?ve never looked this good before, so normally as the married occasional cross dresser cheating on his wife you do not get your pick of the hot guys?" "Like I said?" giggled Maryanne, tapping herself on the back. "Sister of the year!" "Ok sister of the year, then what?s the plan?"asked Dan, giving her a look. "What do I say when they ask for ID?" "Oh, you just do what you did to the boy toy," smirked Maryanne. "Flirt and then suck his dick." "Seriously?" gulped Dan. "That?s how girls get things they want all the time, but I doubt I?d need to educate you on that professor, and we both know you?ve been on the other end of it?" smiled Maryanne. "So just think now you?re on this side of it and you might not have a type, but seems you know how to handle that." "Oh gawddd! And how exactly do you bring that up?" said Dan, starting to sweat. "Do I like wait until he asks why I have no ID, or whisper in his ear before, or how does it happen with everyone within ear shot watching us check in?" "When did you become this gullible?" laughed Maryanne. "I don?t remember falling for shit this easy when I went blonde?" "Ohhh you bitch!" laughed Dan, holding his chest. "I fucking hate you! So then you do know him!" "No, you love me, you ditzy slut professor, and no I don?t," said Maryanne, giggling and opening her pocketbook. "I gave you ID, and it?s in your wallet. Just flash it and let him check you in." "Really?" laughed Dan, pulling out the wallet and folding it open, seeing the driver?s license. "But that?s?" "Your shank ex-wife," nodded Maryanne. "Lucky for you the stupid bitch left her old license behind, and forgot to turn it in when she moved, so I just happened to find it when cleaning." "But I look nothing like her?" Dan replied, a bit perplexed. "Like you need to?" said Maryanne, patting his arm. "They don?t give a shit when they check you in, you just have to be of age and have something so no one gets in trouble. You?re like any other middle aged woman when she goes out. You look better all made up, you?re taller in heels and you dyed you hair. My hair is jet black in my picture and I look nothing like myself. I use that ID everywhere no problem. So just be cool and answer to Corrine." "So like I?m Mrs. Corrinne Woodridge?" smiled Dan. "I?m posing as my ex- wife!" "To get in," said Maryanne. "Don?t get carried away with that." "You wouldn?t have happened to find any of her old credit cards left behind, would you?" smiled Dan as his grin grew bigger. "Oh you are evil," laughed Maryanne. "No, and if I would have I would have maxed them myself on that bitch." "Too bad?" smirked Dan. "I would have bought rounds for everyone on her." "Danielle, trust me the way you turned out today, that will not be necessary," grinned Maryanne, folding open the inside of the empty wallet. "Notice I didn?t even give you a dollar, and the professor?s credit cards are in the car." "You are the best sister." Dan hugged her before whispering in her ear. "I guess me destroying anything left of her name will have to do, so call me Corrinne tonight. Corrinne the cougar, and she?s on the prowl."