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TRICK OR TREAT? by enduringshades I am feeling self-conscious. I am wearing a cocktail dress in a red shiny material covered in sparkles. It has modest three-quarter length sleeves and a round neckline, but the dress is incredibly short. It is only by keeping my legs together under the table that my knickers are out of sight of the restaurant patrons and staff. I am wearing, what to me are, very high heels. But I have been told not to be silly, they are only three inches high. My long blond hair is gathered to one side and hangs down and covers my left breast. But I am terrified, my heart is racing and my hands are shaking. I had expected to be dressed as a man and with my wife celebrating our wedding anniversary, but this table is set for four. However I had made a grave error earlier today and it had upset her considerably. Is she now seeking her revenge? MY BRILLIANT IDEA Let me start from the beginning. It has become a custom on our wedding anniversary for one or both of us to play a trick and to give a treat to the other. We never discuss our plans and there is no set arrangement. Last year there were no tricks or treats from either of us. This year it will be our fifth wedding anniversary and I wanted to do something special, so I decided to treat Jane to a massage and the trick was that I was going to give the massage without her knowing. My family owns a modest country hotel and spa. My parents took early retirement and my middle sister, Tracy, manages it. My older sister, Pauline, decided to be a beautician and runs a salon within the spa. So it was easy for me to make the arrangements. One day, when Jane was out shopping with her girl friends, I arranged to meet up with Tracy. I don’t do shopping and we are a close family so no suspicions were raised. I met Tracy in the residents’ lounge for tea, one of the perks of owning a hotel. "What do you want to talk about Harry," said Tracy after we had been served. "I have an idea for Jane’s and mine anniversary. This year I am planning a surprise which combines both a treat and a trick," I answered with a cheeky smile. "I want to treat Jane to a full body massage at the spa here. But I want to give the massage. The idea is that she would be laying on her front on the massage table, in the nude of course. I would come in and start the massage and when she turns over she will see it is me. What do you think?" "I think it is a wonderful idea, except there is a small problem," sighed Tracy, "only female staff are allowed to be in the ladies’ massage rooms, whether private or not. A look of disappointment crossed my face. "But I have an idea," said Tracy with a mischievous look, "why don’t you dress as one of our masseuses?" "But I’m a man," I almost shouted, "I can’t pretend to be a woman!" "Of course you can, I will help you. Anyway you have dressed as a female nurse before, so what's the difference!" said Tracy with a grin. "You will remember that I and Pauline used to play ‘doctor and nurse’, until she moved on to a more grown-up version with her friends and I grew out of the nurse’s uniform. Then you and I played doctor and nurse and you wore my old costume. You were very convincing as a young girl and you will be every bit as convincing as a young woman, despite your manly look, once Pauline and I have finished with you! Beside us, no member of staff or public will get more than a passing glimpse. And that's all we need to accomplish." We spent a good hour arguing, quietly of course, we were in public, and I finally agreed after much persuasion from her. I had an overwhelming desire to give my wife a special treat. After my surprise, I plan to give Jane regular massages, as a trained masseur, at home. There was plenty of time before the anniversary for one of the male spa instructors to train me. Once I was judged to be sufficiently proficient for our needs, Tracy would take over and discreetly extend my training. I had just arrived at the spa for a training session with Tracy, it was another of Jane’s shopping days. "Harry, today you are going to wear a uniform. We have to sort out something suitable for you and you need to get used to wearing and working in one. Come with me please." We entered a ‘staff only’ area and entered the uniform store room. Jane picked up a tape measure and made a note of my measurements. She then selected a tunic and trousers in white with blue trim. The opening of the tunic was at an angle down from the shoulder. The trousers were straight and fastened with a cord hidden under the tunic. "With the breast forms and a waist cincher you will be wearing, these should fit you. Well I hope they do, they are the largest size we have in stock and I don’t want to buy in a larger size just for one occasion! I know your shoe size, so these should fit you." She handed me a pair of white lace-up shoes. "Come let’s go, we're going to see Pauline." After we arrived at Pauline’s saloon we waited while a customer settled her bill and made her next appointment. Pauline saw her out and then turned around the sign to show ‘Closed’. "Hi, guys!" welcomed Pauline, "are you ready Harry, to become Harriet?" she asked with her characteristic smile which could charm anyone. "I am now closed for the rest of the afternoon, so we will not be interrupted. We have one week to ensure we have everything we need for the big day. Harry, you can start by taking off all your clothes and lying on the treatment bed, don’t be bashful we are your sisters after all!" I did as I was told and soon both women were examining my body. "I think we will take the chance that Jane won’t notice and remove all of Harry’s body hair," she said to Tracy. "Hey, is that really necessary?" I cried out. "Of course it is!" both said in unison. "I don’t want anything to go wrong and you are identified as a man dressed as a female member of staff in a women only area. Our reputation will take a hit and we will lose clients," added a serious sounding Tracy. I just shut up. And why did they have to use wax strips? When they were finished Tracy handed me a plain white cotton pair of knickers and matching bra. "Put the knickers on and I will help you with the bra." Next she picked up a strange corset-like garment with laces at the back and metal hook and eye fasteners down the front. She wrapped the garment around my body. "This is a cincher, it will give you a femine waist." She fastened the front and then started to pull in the laces until I started gasping. Next she took out and inserted a pair of very realistic looking breast forms into the bra I was wearing. "Perfect," she said. Pauline then said, "My turn! Harry, sit at the station over there." I sat down and looked down at the unfamiliar view of a filled bra protruding from my shaven chest. "Look up and stay still," and Pauline. She gave me a close shave followed by a makeover. I looked at my face with amazement, she had brought out femine features without discernible use of cosmetics. I saw the fresh face of a young woman. "Now for the uniform," said Tracy. Once fully dressed, Pauline fitted me with a short blonde wig and brushed it into a femine style, a style that I was taken with. "Let's have a look at you," said Tracy, "wow, the little nurse has all grown up! Thanks for your help Pauline. I’ll bring Harriet back to you later, so Harry can then go home. Come on Harriet, let's see how you cope being a masseuse!" I followed Tracy and was dismayed that she led me through public areas. I was relieved that not one person paid us, and particularly me, any attention except someone who knew my sister. When we were inside the massage room, she turned to me and said, "I’m so proud of you! You conducted yourself just like a real woman, no one noticed you were a man! Now I’m going to pretend to be Jane and you are going to give me a great massage." She took off her clothes and climbed up on the table, we have always been close and open with each other. I gave her a massage using her favourite oil, when she turned over she mimicked a surprised Jane. "Oh, it can’t be, it is you Harry!" I replied. "Surprise! Happy Anniversary darling! That was the trick, now for the rest of your treat!" I finished giving Tracy her massage, a massage you could give to your sister, but not the one you would give to your wife. "Harry, that was perfect! You are ready! Actually, I was just thinking, would you like a job as a masseuse? Working for the family firm?" squealed Tracy. "Will I get free uniforms?" I laughed. MY TREAT Over breakfast, I presented Jane with an envelope and said, "Happy Anniversary darling!" She opened the envelope and a huge grin appeared. "I have booked you in for a day at the spa," I said, confirming the invitation she was looking at. "And I have booked a table in the restaurant in the evening!" said Jane, "so I will be spending the whole day there, wonderful. Too bad you will have to spend the day on your own," she said with an exaggerated sad face. "Well part of the package is that you will be driven there by your usual driver. We leave in an hour," I said trying to sound serious. I had booked a whole day for her, to give me a chance to get ready and get into the role. I dropped Jane off at the entrance and pretended to drive off, but I drove round to the staff car park. Tracy met Jane when she arrived, they are sisters-in-law, and then came to seek me out. "Ready, little brother?" "To give Jane a massage, yes, to surprise her, yes, to be a woman for the day, I’ll never be ready!" I replied. We headed for the salon. Pauline had come in early to get me ready before her first appointment. She was more thorough than for last week’s dress rehearsal. She gave the cincher laces an extra pull, giving me convincing curves. She did my nails, she left them natural as I had not practiced massaging with false nails. She had prepared a different wig, still blonde but with longer hair which she twisted into a knot. So I would look more femine and realistic, she said. "You look incredible, Harry! I am so pleased!" said my exuberant older sister. "Now you run along now, I can see my first client is approaching.Tracy will be waiting for you in the staff restaurant. Good luck and don’t forget to come back for your boy clothes and have a happy anniversary! Hold on, before you go take this, it is your name badge and shows that you are temporary staff." I looked at the badge, it said ‘Harriet’, and I hung the lanyard around my neck. Now I did look the part. I found myself alone outside the salon in my smart uniform. I had no real choice other than to go and find Tracy. I held my head up, thrust out my chest, but not too far, to try and instil some confidence and set off. I focussed on ensuring I walked like a woman and tried to remember to smile when I saw another member of staff or a guest. I would have preferred to keep to myself, but as I was supposed to be on the spa staff and to ignore people actually might draw attention. As I walked I found wearing the tunic and trousers made me feel femine, not what I expected. I do recall wearing the nurse’s dress after all these years did make me feel like a girl, but that was a dress not trousers. Perhaps, it was the material against my hairless legs, or the fit or maybe the weight and slight movement of my breasts and the wearing of a bra. Tracy waved at me when I entered the restaurant. She didn’t really have to, most of the staff were working, but she was clearly excited. "Hello, little sister!" she said with warmth, "sit down with me and have a coffee. I will keep you company until it is time for your appointment with Jane." We chatted away, just like sisters. She went through again what I had to remember for the session, but we soon moved on to other things. It felt so natural sitting there in my masseuse’s uniform. "Okay, Harry," she said in a whisper, "showtime!" I followed through to the public area. "You are doing well, I’m proud of you. You are not showing any signs of the man inside, Harriet, and you are moving naturally as a woman. Must be my influence when we were playing doctor and nurse!" She smirked. We arrived at one of the massage rooms, an illuminated sign said ‘Occupied’. "Jane should be inside. I’ll get her relaxed and lying on her front, I am going to recommend she wears an eye mask to better enjoy the experience. When I leave you can then go in and start your magic." After about five minutes, Jane came out and said, "Good luck". I entered and saw a naked woman lying face down on the massage table. She was wearing an eye mask and there was a towel draped over her nether region. A massage oil bottle was open and ready. Tracy said she would arrange it so I could remain silent. Of course, I recognised my sweetheart immediately. I prepared myself and then started the massage as Tracy had taught me. I put my heart and soul into it. I maintained propriety, although as her husband I could cross the boundary of decency, but to do so would let the cat out of the bag and I really wanted to give her a proper massage experience. But what I didn’t expect was the occasional groan of pleasure from her. I got ready for the reveal and indicated that I wanted her to turn over. She did so without removing her mask, which surprised me as I thought she would want to see what she was doing, although of course I made sure she wasn’t going to fall off the table. I carried on with the rest of her massage. I noticed as I got closer to the end that Jane’s heart was beating faster and faster. I wondered if I should stop, but as I had nearly finished I carried on. When I had done so I decided to remove her eye mask myself, looking down at her with a huge smile. When she opened her eyes I said in my one and only voice "Surprise! Happy Anniversary darling!" What happened next I was just not expecting. A show of pleasure crossed her face. Then a neutral look which was quickly replaced by shock. After a stunned silence Jane screamed "Harry! What the hell are you doing! Why are you dressed as a masseuse, er, are you a pervert? Get out! Get out now! And do not go home, I mean, I don’t want to see you." She started sobbing uncontrollably. The door opened and in rushed Tracy. She took the distraught Jane into arms. She looked up at me and mouthed ‘what happened? I shook my head with dismay. "Harry, you better leave. Go to Pauline and wait for me." HER TRICK? "What’s happened?" asked Pauline as I entered the saloon. She could see that I was distraught and she held me tightly. "I have no idea, the massage went really well. I was pleased with myself," I replied. "But when Jane saw that it was me, she became hysterical, called me a pervert and told me to get out. Tracy said to come here and wait for her." "Harry, I’m so sorry. Come into the back and I’ll make you some tea," she said. "I don’t have any more appointments today, so I’ll close the salon." We sat and talked around and around getting nowhere, I could not make sense of it. Pauline seemed reluctant to give an opinion. Even though the way I was dressed and looked was probably the cause of Jane’s rejection, it never occurred to me to change, I even kept the wig on. After about an hour, Tracy joined us. "I’ve had a long talk with Jane, and not going to betray any confidences, but I think we have a way out of this mess." "Oh, I’m so relieved. Thank you," I said. "I don’t think you are going to like it," said Tracy, "in fact, I think you are going to find what we have to do to be very weird. If you agree, and you wouldn’t want not to agree, we have to dress you as a woman for this evening. Let me brief Pauline and then I’ll go and fetch a suitable dress. Please excuse us, Harry." Pauline and Tracy went into Pauline’s office. After about ten anxious minutes, Tracy left and Pauline came out and said, "You need an evening makeover. Sit in the chair and we'll make a start." I sat in the chair in a bewildered silence. Pauline sensed my mood, well she was my older sister, and just worked quietly away. She removed the wig and the light feminising makeup I was wearing. She gave my brows a more femine shape, I was concerned what Jane would think then realised she was driving this charade. She reapplied more intensive makeup, what I presume would be suitable for the evening, shaping my face, bringing out my eyes, adding false lashes and bright red lips. Then she took my hand and started working on my nails. She added these incredible talons, I exaggerate of course but they were long, and coloured them bright red to match my lips. After doing my other hand, she painted my toenails with the same red. She never said a word, I never asked. I know she would never do anything to harm me, well not deeply. Just as she was finishing, Tracy arrived back carrying two bags. "Wow, you look amazing. I don’t see my brother, I see my little sister! You’re both amazing! Time to take off your uniform, sis." I took off the tunic and the trousers. "And the bra and knickers." I handed Pauline the breast forms and took off my underwear and stood there as nature intended but beautifully made up. Fortunately, having grown up with both of them I was not bashful. Pauline had gone to put the breast forms away and returned with a small item of clothing that looked like a jockstrap, but clearly wasn’t. "This is what is called a gaff, I believe they are uncomfortable but I assure you that you are going to want to wear it otherwise you are going to be incredibly embarrassed! I’ll help you put it on, and remember you are my brother! But first I suggest you pay a visit to the toilet." I soon found out what she meant. She grabbed hold of my balls and pushed them up into my body and pulled my cock back between my legs. She then used some tape to hold my tackle in place, I’m so glad they had removed all my body hair! She pulled up the gaff. "Belt and braces!" she remarked Tracy handed me a pair of plain red knickers, they looked silk but I wouldn’t really know. I pulled them up over the gaff and was amazed, no way did I now look like a man. I broke my silence. "Pauline, how come you know how to give a man a perfect femine front?" "I don’t suppose you know, but I have male clients for special appointments. Mainly crossdressers who want a makeover before going out as a woman. Not every night, I need some time off! It is always a delight to see the joy they have presenting themselves as a woman. Many with the right makeup and body shaping are very convincing." Pauline explained. "We do get some crossover business in the hotel, some book rooms for the night and the restaurant is popular," added Tracy. "Once we hosted a private function for a local crossdressing club and their wives and girlfriends, you should have seen them in all their finery, the glamorous evening and cocktail dresses and that was just the men. Tracy picked up the cincher and helped me on with it. This time they pulled the laces with even more vigour than before. It was uncomfortable, but it gave me an even more convincing feminine waist and made my hips look more curvy. Pauline then produced a different pair of breast forms. "They are the next size up from the ones you have been wearing today. You are having a fuller bust tonight!" Once they were satisfied with my ‘breasts’ and ‘figure’, Tracy took a red garment out of the bag. She unzipped it and held it up. It was red, just like my lips, nails and underwear, it also sparkled. She held it out and indicated that I should step into it. I did so, they pulled it up and helped me put my arms through the sleeves and then zipped me up. It was a snug fit and an unexpected wave of pleasure went through me. I blushed, my cheeks matching the dress! I tried to pull the sleeves down. "They are supposed to be that length, it means that your bracelet can be seen," explained Tracy. I broke my silence. "What about the trousers or are you putting me in a skirt?" They both laughed. "That’s it sis. It’s a dress, a minidress! That’s why you’re all taped up and wearing red knickers, posh ones at that! If you are not careful you are going to easily give a flash of your knickers and we don’t want an unsightly bulge showing, that would be a dead giveaway!" said Tracy with a caring tone. She then took out a pair of shoes with slender heels from the other bag. They were in gold and had an ankle strap and straps across the foot. She put them together on the floor in front of me. I stepped into one of them and grabbed hold of Tracy to steady myself. Pauline kneeled down and fastened the shoe. "Now the other shoe, Harry," said Pauline. When fastened, I let go and started to sway but managed to maintain my balance. "I can’t wear these, they're far too high!" I exclaimed. "Nonsense, they are only three inches high, more like a mid-heel. Jane wears four or five-inch high heels when she wants to look smart. And she has smaller feet! When we are finished we will show you how to stand, walk and sit and you can then practice." "Now a woman’s crowning glory." Pauline was brushing out the wig I had been wearing earlier. She positioned it on me until she was satisfied, brushed it some more and then gathered the long hair and carefully put it over my right shoulder and down to cover my left breast. "Now for the big reveal!" She turned me to face a full-length mirror. I found myself being drawn to the woman in red, until I released it was me. Then I gasped. That was all my sisters needed. They jumped up and down in excitement and then hugged me. "Welcome to the club, Harriet!" said Tracy. "Hello sister!" said Pauline. They took it in turns over the next two hours to tutor me in moving and behaving like a woman. I still didn't know what was going to happen, but decided to do my best as I was convinced not to do otherwise could be disastrous for me. After a while I was wondering whether four-inch heels would look better! HER TREAT? "It is time to go," said Tracy. "I’ll see you later Pauline, come with me Harriet". She gave me a gold clutch bag that matched my shoes. "You won’t look or feel dressed without a handbag. I have put some tissues and your lipstick inside, you shouldn’t need anything else." We made our way through to the hotel and into the restaurant. She led me to a table with four place settings. A waiter rushed up and pulled out a chair for me and Tracy indicated I should sit down. I felt a bit awkward as the waiter assisted me, after all I normally sit down by myself. Tracy refused a chair. "Harriet. Please remain seated. I would advise you not to say or do anything until you are sure. Do not embarrass or draw attention to yourself, you are in enough trouble already. If you conduct yourself as we have taught you then I don’t think anyone would take you as anything other than as an attractive young woman. The staff know that you are part of a private party, as my guests. They do not know you are one of the family, that you are Harry, and if they do realise that you are not who you seem, they will assume you are one of Pauline’s clients and be discreet. Whatever happens hang in there, it won’t be long. I do love you Harry!" Now I was on my own and terrified of what might happen and if my marriage was really over. I sat there for a long excruciating half-hour, but longer than Pauline said. I was wondering if keeping me waiting was deliberate, or was I to be on show all evening as a woman who had been stood up. Then I saw her, my wife, enter and walk up to the restaurant bar on the arm of a strange man. She had on the blue chiffon dress she wore on the last night of our honeymoon. It is the dress she is wearing in the photo on my desk. She knows it brings me happy memories, why is she wearing it? They ordered drinks and then went and sat down in the diners’ waiting area. They were deep in conversation. But Jane kept looking my way. Then another man entered and came up and sat with them. Jane then turned and pointed me out to the second man. He looked at me, smiled and then nodded to Jane. For a few minutes more, they frequently looked across to me as if I was the subject of their conversation. A waiter came across to them and waved his arm towards me. They picked up their drinks, rose and headed into the restaurant itself. Jane took the arm of the man she came in with and the second man was just behind them. It dawned on me that as they weaved between the tables that they were heading my way. I was starting to hyperventilate, I was so nervous. They all had smirks on their faces. When they reached my table they stopped. "Hi Harriet," said Jane, "can I introduce you to Andy and his friend Tom?" Andy was the one my wife was hanging on to and Tom came round to stand next to me. My mind was now racing. Why did she call me Harriet? My name’s Harry? Is Jane having dinner with Andy as I was in disgrace and no more? Or was it more serious? Were the extra places at the table for Andy and Tom? Was Tom my date? There must be a reason why I have been dressed like this, just right for a date. "Andy and Tom are colleagues, I don’t think you have met them before," she gave Andy a sweet smile. "It’s their wedding anniversary today. I told them it was ours too and they insisted on coming over to wish us a happy anniversary! What a co-incincidence!" Both Andy and Tom said happy anniversary to Jane and me and gave us affectionate pecks on the cheek. I have never been kissed by a gay man, or any man, before. I was speechless with astonishment, I had no idea what was happening. When Jane said to me "Cat got your tongue, Harriet?" and then to Andy and Tom "I’m so sorry, I don't know what has come over her today. She’s had a very emotional time!" I was thinking about Tracy's advice and concluded now was the right time to say something in the softest voice I could muster. "Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you and Happy Anniversary. How many years have you been married?" Tom turned to Andy "It’s been five very happy years. You have to excuse us, our waiter is hovering at our table and I see your guests have arrived. Perhaps, the four of us can have dinner some time?" "That will be lovely. It is also our fifth anniversary, we can share the secrets of our happy marriages!" said Jane. She kissed both on the cheeks and I, much to my amazement, stood up and copied her. It just seemed the right thing to do. I was still shell-shocked when I realised my two sisters, glammed up and in gorgeous dresses, were now sitting at our table with large grins. THE BIG REVEAL I was still in daze, no idea what was happening but I had calmed down. Jane spoke first. "My darling Harry. I really did enjoy your treat, it was touching and I know the effort you put in. Tomorrow, I’m going to order a massage table for us at home!" "I also enjoyed your trick. I wanted to hug and kiss my beautiful masseuse, but my apparently cruel response had a purpose! I am so sorry my love, but I became too enthusiastic and said more than I had rehearsed. I really didn’t intend to call you a pervert or that I didn’t want to see you again. Let me explain. Some time ago Tracy let slip that you used to play nurse to her doctor and it was actually your idea as Pauline no longer played with her. I said to Tracy that I would really like to see you in a nurse’s uniform, but I didn’t know how and I didn’t want to push you away." Tracy then interrupted. "Sorry, Harry, but I couldn’t help sharing our secret with Jane. It didn’t seem right that the four of us shouldn’t share all, we are all so close. When you came to me with your idea to give Tracy a massage, a light bulb clicked on in my mind and I saw a way to get you into a uniform, maybe not a nurse’s uniform but a masseuse’s would be brilliant. I told you a white lie about the woman only rule, truthfully we could have found a suitable room and I was initially surprised that you didn’t suggest it. Then I started to wonder why you accepted my ruse so easily." I didn’t know what to say, but I was coming round. "Tracy had to tell me of course," Jane took over. "It did take away the element of your surprise. My knowing didn’t diminish the pleasure of your treat, it was actually more than I imagined," said Jane. "Tracy told me that Pauline agreed to help and of her brilliant crossdressing service. And then an idea of how I could trick you emerged. The prospect of seeing you in a uniform didn’t seem enough and I became infatuated with the idea of having our anniversary dinner as two women. But how to get you into the restaurant in a dress?" "I’m afraid I selfishly decided to put you in such a dark place that you would do anything to climb out. But I knew you would be emotionally strong enough to deal with it, you are quick to forgive and forget, and the duration would only be as long as necessary. That is the time needed to get you transformed into an attractive woman, I didn’t want a dowdy looking spouse, I wanted a glamorous one! And sufficiently accomplished in female behaviour to enter the restaurant and have dinner without drawing attention." "The three of us got together and hatched our plan. You must have wondered why everything was available, coordinated and fitted you so well and went like clockwork. Most of it was from Pauline’s salon. The dress is particularly popular with her clients. We thought about buying you one with a longer skirt, but decided putting you in a minidress would be fun. The only clothes that are yours are the two sets of underwear. We were having such a great time together getting everything ready that I wanted your sisters to share the experience that helped create, so here we are the four of us. The two of us will enjoy our anniversary later my darling!" "But it all didn’t go according to plan. I didn’t expect to meet Andy and Tom in the hotel foyer and that was why I was late and kept you waiting. You must have been terrified even more my dear. Andy is my boss, so I couldn’t and didn’t want to annoy him and then he insisted I join them for a drink before our respective dinners. But I had to look for you, I was dying to see what you looked like. Tom asked me what I was looking at, but by then I saw you looking so distraught I knew I had to go to you. I picked up my drink, stood up and excused myself. But what I didn’t expect was that they did the same and their table was in the same direction, Andy offered my arm so I took it. When I reached our table, I didn’t know what to do, you looked so convincing and couldn't be my husband. We had been using the code word ‘Harriet’ so it was the first thing that came into my head and I quickly realised that I implied that we were in a same sex marriage." I sat there taking it all in, what my wife and sisters had planned and carried out their plan behind my back. They hurt me, albeit only for a few hours. Then I said, "What happens if I have to go to a company function or we do have that dinner?" The three of them burst out laughing and I soon joined in. It was such a relief. We enjoyed our dinner. We were quite exuberant, I wondered what the other diners thought, but the maitre d’ obviously knew Tracy and Pauline. Jane looked at me. "Harriet, time for a visit to the ‘Ladies’." I gave her a questioning look and she returned her ‘do as I say’ look. "And don’t forget your bag!" I followed her through the room, thinking I can’t do this, I can’t go into the women’s toilet. But I followed her in. She opened a cubicle door, stepped in and pulled me in after her. We managed to get the door closed and she grabbed hold of me and gave me a long deep passionate kiss, probably the best we ever had. "I’ve been desperate to do that ever since your massage." We came out of the cubicle and went up to a mirror. She took the lipstick out of my bag and refreshed my lips. "That’s better. Now let’s get back to Pauline and Tracy." I followed her out, but this time walking through the room I was on a high and I was confident. It was then that I noticed the admiring glances, obviously of Jane, but maybe not just of her? "Well I hoped you enjoyed your treat, despite what we put you through earlier!" said Tracy. Tricking you was a means to the treat. We wanted you to enjoy this special evening being one of us, the fourth sister. The treat was also for us, we all wanted to put you back in dress! Maybe not the little girl nurses’ dress, but something much more enjoyable!" "I have put the clothes you came in this morning in your room, along with the means to remove your makeup and restore your nails," said Pauline. "And I have upgraded your room to the bridal suite," said Tracy, "when Jane told me she was going to wear the dress she wore on your honeymoon, I thought it would be a perfect end to your evening! Mind you the room was vacant and you are one of the owners!" "And now time to reveal the verdicts!" announced Pauline. "Jane, you go first!" "I thoroughly enjoyed my treat. I do love a massage and it was one of the best, and I am not saying it because it was you Harry. I am touched that you went to such an effort to learn. It was the best anniversary treat! I am sorry I spoiled the surprise of your trick, but I loved it that you were prepared to dress up as a masseuse and if I hadn't known it was you all along it would have been a brilliant surprise. But next time wear some perfume, I did recognise your natural scent!" "Now, Harry’s turn, or should I say Harriet?" said Pauline. "Well as you could tell I was devastated by your trick, Jane. But now I had time to reflect, I realise it confirmed and reinforced one of my passionate truths. The thought of our relationship breaking down and me losing you would be devastating, as it was this afternoon, and that I know I will do anything to get you back. It took a lot to drag out ‘Harriet’," I waved at myself dressed as Harriet, "and it was because I was so desperate! But please don’t take it as a licence to demand whatever you want, you have enough shoes already!" "Jane was your treat to dress me as a woman or to share our anniversary dinner with my dear sisters?" I asked. "Both dear!" replied Jane. "I really wanted to enjoy you as a glamorous woman, it is a personal treat for me, but I hoped you would enjoy it too, my little nurse. But I also wanted you to share the experience of four close girls enjoying themselves and see that it is so much better than for boys. And tonight I know, without you realising it, that you have enjoyed this evening on both counts!" I thought about what my wife had just said and then I realised she was so right. "Jane, my love, and you too my dear sisters, I have to admit that I am now enjoying being Harriet. Once I realised I didn’t look like a man in a dress and that I could pass as a woman, thanks to Pauline’s expertise, although I am the large size for one and if you didn’t look close, I began to enjoy it. Although I would prefer to wear a more modest dress." I suddenly realised what I had said when Jane interrupted with an excited "there’s going to be a next time, girls!" I was stunned at what had just happened, how things could change so quickly. All three looked expectantly at me grinning. "Well maybe," I said sheepishly. Then I realised I did want to dress up but only for special occasions. "Okay, but only here in our restaurant, no shopping or clubbing, and just the four of us and on a special occasion." "It’s my birthday next month," shrieked Tracy, "I’ll start planning your outfit!" The other two nodded enthusiastically. "By whatever machinations you get up to, there is a definite red line. The lowest point today was when I saw Jane with Andy and Tom approaching this table set for four. I was convinced Jane had used my dressing as one the female staff as an excuse to openly bring Andy into her life, however unlikely for her to be having an affair, and that they had brought Tom as a blind date for me, either to embarrass me or out of sympathy or both. Jane had acted out of character earlier when I took off her eye mask which made me think something was wrong. No way am I going to allow you to put me in a position to fraternise or flirt with a man or another woman. I will just walk," and then I giggled, "even if I hadn't yet mastered high heels". That just set them off! "I think on that note, it is time to go up to our room," said Jane, "I’m ready for the last act of this evening. Harry and I are going to continue our anniversary celebration in a very personal and private way!" "Oh by the way I’ve laid out a nightdress for you little sis, NOT!" called out Tracy cheekly. "Oh, thank god for that," I said, "I don't want to wear a nightdress." But then I said, "But for Tracy’s birthday I want to wear a blue chiffon dress like Jane’s."