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A Threesome Darcy pulled Abe's face deeper into her crotch forcing his tongue in deeper. His nose was against her pubic hair as he lapped furiously at the copious juices running from her moist opening. He had to struggle to breathe but he knew he had to do his best to bring Darcy to her fourth orgasms. She ground his head so hard he was choking as she gave a loud gasp and erupted again. She let go of his head as she came down from her high. Abe was able to slowly resume normal breathing. In the excitement of the moment, he too had erupted. His boxers had a large wet patch. Abe sat on the floor. He was naked except for boxers. Darcy had removed her expensive silk, lace trimmed panty as she pulled him to her and pulled it over Abe's head. He looked comical with his mouth, chin and nose covered in Darcy's excretions. In spite of their climax and the orgasmic height he had given Darcy, he didn't look happy. "That was incredible, babe. What you lack down there you more than make up for with your tongue." Darcy's voice was sultry, slightly hoarse with a sexual overtones. She removed the panty from Abe's head and pulled it up her legs. "Why are you so sad? You just exploded without me even touching you. And you made me so happy. So tell, mama." Abe looked up at Darcy. "I don't want you to go out with Trevor. I know how hurt you were when he dumped you. Please Da.." "Hush, now," Darcy interrupted him. "He didn't dump me. He had a job offer and had to leave town in a hurry." Darcy paused. "It's only drinks, dinner and may be a little dancing. You know like the old times." "The old times meant you spent the night with him. I am your b..boyfriend now. I don't want you to kiss him or f..f.." "You mean fuck him, right?" Abe nodded his head. "The last time you tried to interfere between Trevor and me you nearly lost your teeth. I had to blow Trevor to calm him down. If he sees you now, he'll finish what he started. I don't know if I can hold him back. He fucked my mouth so hard my lips were swollen for days. You saw that." "Yes, but.. but I..." Darcy pulled the kneeling Abe to her and began to lick of her juice from his face. She kissed him softly on the lips, poking the tip of her tongue tantalizingly into his mouth. Her tongue cleaned up his face replacing her juice with saliva. "Now stand up," Darcy commanded. Abe rose, the wet stain on his boxers very prominent. He was just 5ft 7, the same height as Darcy. But she was on the couch so he had to look down. His face was shiny. She lowered his boxers and grabbed his penis. It fitted perfectly into her small hands, the tip still with s drop from his previous eruption. She kissed the tip and showered the head with small kisses. She rolled back the loos foreskin and licked the head. Slowly she inserted it into her mouth, making it grow. It would never choke her and barely reached the back of her throat. She moved her mouth slowly from tip to root noticing that it was getting hard. Normally, Abe was not able to grow hard so quickly. He came quickly and had to lick out his cream and her juices to bring her to an orgasm. "Now, don't you feel better? Relax, baby. Darcy is only here for the weekend. You are with me now and will be there also when he leaves." Darcy rose and gave Abe a deep kiss. He could taste himself through her saliva. "But I really want to be there so he d...doesn't take advantage of you," Abe said in a desperate voice. "Please..Darcy. I'm worried about you." "Shush now. I can take care of myself. Let's go to bed and I'll try to set your mind at rest." Darcy held his hand and walked to the bedroom. Abe had his own small studio apartment. But more than three or four times a week he spent the night in Darcy's larger and pleasanter apartment. Darcy was like a puppy following Darcy, always ready to do her bidding. Abe kept a small selection of clothes at Darcy's as then he could go to work with Darcy. He didn't own a car. They went to bed and Abe hugged Darcy tightly. He was worried about her for several reasons. Trevor was indeed capable of hurting anybody who got in his way. He was 6' 2", 230 lbs. and extremely well endowed. He could take his pick of the ladies. Abe knew he was no match with his 5" of hard muscle. Darcy had never complained but she had him use her mouth for several orgasms before she would let him into her wet hole. By that time he wouldn't last more than a minute. He then had to lick her out including swallowing his own emission. Darcy didn't mind kissing him after that and tasting their mixed juices. He was worried that Darcy might easily fall back into Trevor's broad arms. Abe had no way to compete. Darcy was a beauty. She was just 5'7" tall without heels, had a great face even without makeup and big, full breasts that she loved to display. She had a great body of which she was rightly proud. She was a sexual creature that gave as well as took. What she saw in Abe was not clear. As a supportive companion, Abe was all she could desire. He was no stud but would pay oral attention to her for as long as she wanted. In return, he demanded very little. In either normal opening, he came quickly after being on edge for so long. Trevor was a beast but his big penis filled her mouth and hole and brought her to incredible orgasms in a rough and domineering manner. He was the total opposite to Abe. Darcy knew Abe's anxiety and fear. He had comforted her after Trevor left so suddenly and she enjoyed his fawning of her. But she wasn't ready for a long term commitment. She knew she was using him and would need to find Abe a 'nice girl' to settle down with if she left him. She would need to let him down gently. There was no way she would allow him to interfere with her plans with Trevor. She would go easy the next few days and save herself for the pounding Trevor would give her in all her holes. He hadn't tried anal with her yet. His monster would tear her apart and she would need weeks to be able to walk after that. But she did wonder what it might be like. Darcy was a senior paralegal in a large law office. She was smart, office candy for their many visitors and charmed the senior partners. None of the younger studs would dare approach her except on business. Abe was in customer service for an online retailer and his pleasant manner and average size made him non-threatening to the many ladies that worked in the company. Over coffee and toast the next morning, both were quiet. It was just Monday and there were several days more before Trevor would be in town. Darcy was not sure she could handle Abe's moods in that period. She needed to find a solution. Darcy drove to the office dropping Abe off on the way. Not much was said. Abe pecked her on the cheek and said he would be ready by 5 for the ride home. This was going to be difficult. It meant that Abe was planning to spend another evening with her. Much as she enjoyed his attentions, she needed a break. It was a busy Monday and Darcy had little time for her thoughts. She knew she had to find a way. It was during a late break for lunch that she saw that Trevor had called her twice. His voicemail message simply said to call. She dialed his number hoping he wasn't going to cancel. "Darcy, glad you called. How are you?" Trevor's voice boomed. "Hi Trevor. What's up? Seemed urgent." Darcy tried to play it cool but it was a losing battle. At the sound of his voice she was already beginning to get wet down there. She was already in Friday night mood. "Sorry, Darc', I have a favor to ask." "What, changed your mind? Not coming now?" "No, not at all. Cant wait to catch up and have a great weekend," came the quick reply. "So, what's up?" "Darc, as I said, I am coming on a business trip to meet a new customer. Lots of commission potential and maybe even a promotion. The problem is that my wuss of a boss decided he is coming along too. We have meeting on Friday morning and he has already talked the customer to a game of golf on Saturday to finalize. After that he doesn't care what I do." "So, what's the problem?" "Well, I was hoping you could bring a girlfriend along to accompany him. Someone just as wussy as he, if you know what I mean. I thought we could have dinner, and then split... we have some catching up to do. Russ and your friend can either call it a night then or go off on their own. So do you know someone?" Darcy was thinking fast. None of her regular friends would break their Friday dates to keep an unknown out of towner quiet. None of them had particularly liked Trevor then and even less so when he dumped her so suddenly. "So, what's this Russ like?" she asked whilst her mind was racing. "He's about our age but very bright. Graduated well from Ivy League and climbed the ladder fast. He's made some good decisions and advanced rapidly. That's why he's my boss. " "No, I meant his personality..." "Oh, he's medium height probably 140 lbs. with red hair. Wears glasses. Nice enough I suppose. The girls like him but he stays away from them." "Are you saying he's gay?" "No, I don't think so but he doesn't have a girlfriend as far as talk goes. It's only for one or two nights. Anyone who can smile and be arm candy will be fine." "I can't promise, but I'll try and think of something. I'll message you. So any new lady friends where you are? Is it a quick suck and fuck and then another disappearance?" "Come on Darc' it's not like that with you. I had to decide fast and get on a plane. I hardly had time to pack. If the visit goes well, I'll be back more often to take care of the customer and you." Trevor was his old charming self. "You didn't answer my question. Who's blowing you now?" "Well, I have had a few dates but nothing serious. Just one night stands." Trevor was laughing at Darcy's question. "Oh, like in the past these one night stands last a couple of weeks and then on to the next." "C'mon Darc'. We were together for several months before I had to leave. Besides, that fawning faggot was hanging around you like a lapdog. I was never comfortable. I'm sure he's hanging around now." "Abe's not a faggot. He knows you hurt me and helped me get over it. I like him. I know you had to leave. But I also know a few of the ladies that you had on the side whilst we were together. I have to go, Call me when you land." "Darc, don't forget your friend.." "I know. I know. I'll see." Darcy's mind raced. She didn't have any close female friends she would trust with Trevor. Besides, most of them knew him and wouldn't agree to make up a foursome. If the boss chickened out after dinner, it could be a threesome. A special date. It was then that the thought hit her: kill two birds with one stone. She dialed Abe. "What time are you off today?" she asked brusquely. "Can you get off earlier?" "Well, I can ask, about 4 or 4.30?" Abe asked. Normally she was late and he would either work longer or go home and wait for her call. Around 4.30 Abe stood outside his office and saw Darcy drive up. There was a big smile on her face. He got into her BMW and kissed her cheek. "So.; what's the problem?" he asked "Well, let me park the car at the mall and I'll explain." Darcy drove the short distance and parked near the end of the mall. It was a Monday and not very busy. She turned to Abe. "Look babe, I thought of a way for you to be there on Friday. You said you'd do anything to be with me, right?" "Yes, you know I want that." "So, you would need some kind of.. Well a disguise so that Trevor will not recognize you. Correct?" "I suppose. But can't you introduce me as your boyfriend? Trevor's been gone over six months. He may not.." "We're not taking chances. If you want to be there on Friday to protect me, we'll have to do something to change your appearance. Something that Trevor will never suspect. I want you to become my girlfriend for the evening." "Girlfriend?" asked Abe horrified. "Yes, now let's go Monica is waiting and she knows what we need. I called her this afternoon." "B..But you cant.." "Excuse me, Abe. You wanted this and I am trying to make it happen. If you can't do this to be near me and protect me if I need it, I guess you didn't mean what you said." "Darcy, you know I'd do anything for you. But I don't want to be humiliated. Trevor will find out and then I will be in trouble... isn't there..." "Stop it. The least you can do is meet Monica, see what she can do and then decide. I don't want to look like a fool either taking a "girlfriend" to meet Trevor who looks like a man in a dress. Come on." Darcy went around to the passenger side. Are you going to keep your word or not?" Trying desperately for a way out, Abe reluctantly got out of the car. He walked behind Darcy as she marched on. He had brought this on himself. He had wanted to be there. If he backed out, what would Darcy say or do? He knew her well enough that she would be furious and would find ways to constantly remind him. She might even break up with him. He then realized that he may not look convincing enough and Darcy would never allow herself to take girlfriend who didn't look the part. "OK. I will try," was all he managed to say. He wasn't even sure Darcy heard him and followed a few paces behind her as they entered the mall and headed for a beauty salon located at a corner. A blonde lady extremely well made up in a white coat greeted them kissing Darcy on the cheek. She offer Abe an air kiss. "Hi Abe, my name is Monica. Please follow me to the back office. We are about to close shop." Indeed there were no customers and two stylists were cleaning up their stations. Monica offered them a bottle of iced water and sat at her desk. "Sop, Farcy, tell me again what you need." "Well, as I explained an old boyfriend is coming back into town and wants to have dinner with me. Abe here wants to be there too. Trevor knows Abe and the only way to avoid a fight and spoil the evening is if Abe here got into a dress. Trevor would start a fight if I brought along another male. So, we agreed, didn't we Abe, that if he could look convincing enough he could come to dinner with us." Monica smiled. "So, Abe, ready for this?" Abe nodded gently unsure how he should respond. "So where are you going for dinner and how do you want 'her' dressed. Sorry, Abe, you'll have to get used to she and her." "Needs to look good. Not an over the top queen but attractive and convincing enough to be with me at dinner. I think he is staying in some fancy hotel downtown with big bar and nice restaurant. Maybe dancing later." "Abe, have you dressed before? Halloween?" "No," came the soft reply. "Never." "Well, we have done some amazing transformations: some OTT drag queens; some men who would never pass and then some who couldn't be distinguished from a female - until they walked or talked. When will this take place?" "Friday around 7.30 I think," Darcy replied. "Oh," Monica exclaimed. "Not much time for her to practice. She'll need to get used to low heels right away. Start with 2" and hope to get to 3" or 4" by Friday." Her voice seems a little husky and probably OK if she doesn't talk too much." Monica stared at Abe for a moment. "I think that the face and body will pass easily. Abbie will need to be confident. That's what could cause problems." "Abbie?" both Abe and Darcy voiced at the same time. "Well, we can't have a boy called Abe going to dinner with you, can we?" Monica rose. She could see the increasing discomfort in Abe who sat motionless as if going to an execution. There had to be more to this story. As a salon owner, she had many ladies telling tales about their boyfriends, husbands and sometime even girlfriends. In the stylist's chair, no subject was taboo. "OK. Darcy I will need a few hours with Abbie here to see what we can do. Why don't you go shopping or have a drink and I'll call you." "Monica, that's a great idea. I'll need something for Friday too. Ping me. Abe, now you listen to Monica and do what she asks, OK? Then we can decide." Darcy got up and left the room. "Abbie, why don't you disrobe completely? I have this plain panty you can wear. I'll be back in a few minutes. We don't have much time." Monica left the room. Abe/Abbie sat motionless for a few seconds. He then remembered Darcy's instructions. He jumped up and bean to undress. He was on auto pilot. It felt strange putting on the panty. The small bulge at his crotch was very evident. Monica retuned just as Abe was pulling up the panty. He covered his crotch with both hands. Monica just smiled. "Abe, I have seen it all before with my boyfriends. Big, small and in between. Don't worry and try to relax. I need to see what we need to do to give you a feminine body. Your face will not be a problem if you shave closely. So, let's look at your body closely. Don't tense up when I touch you. I'll take some measurements later." Monica passed her hand from Abe's chin, neck and top body. She bent down and looked closely at his legs. She then went behind him and examined his back. Taking a tape measure she took his chest, waist, and hip measurements "Wont be too hard to give you some shape. How big do you want your .. your bust? Did Darcy suggest?" "No, I only heard about this,, this change in the parking lot. I did want to be there on Friday as Trevor treated her very badly, but didn't expect this." "Oh dear. Just like Darcy. Are you sure you want to be there?" "Yes, he wont try anything if someone else is around, I hope." "You're probably right and he will be less threatened by a girlfriend rather than a boyfriend. I think we can make you look good and presentable as a female. Even Darcy may not recognize who is with her. By Friday, you need to depilate all your body hair from your neck down with Nair cream. It's easier than shaving all over. Then apply a moisturizing cream. Beard growth is not heavy but you'll need to shave closely. Your voice can be a little higher but you can say you have an allergy or something. The walk in heels is a test. But you can practice in the next four days. You'll need to walk and even dance in 3" heels I think." "I'm not dancing with him," Abe protested. "Well, OK. That would be much later anyway. "I brought some simple stuff. We are roughly the same size. I also have a larger bra and some foam inserts. They are not great but will give an impression of Abbie with the contours of a female. We can get the right silicone forms later and even glue them on. "Will they come off easily?" Abe asked shocked. "Yes, silly. There is a solvent to do that. These forms are almost undetectable from the real boobs until you touch them of course. But they'll warm to body temperature quickly. Today, we don't need any stockings but definitely for Friday, Pull up this pantyhose careful not to tear it, and then wear the panty. I'll be back in five." Monica left the room handing Abe a packet of pantyhose. Abe carefully pulled up the panty and then the panty. They felt good on his legs and hid the light hair growth. He could not imagine what he would look like as a girl. He was nervous but saw no way to back out. Also he did harbor the thought that with a girl present, Trevor would be less likely to try something. He didn't know if he could pull it off. His mind could not process what all might happen on Friday. How would it end? He did feel that Trevor would want to pick up where he last left off: in bed with Darcy! Abe knew his penis couldn't compare to Trevor's, yet Darcy had commented many times how his mouth and tongue was able to bring her to even bigger orgasms than Trevor's monster. Monica was back. She asked him to hold out his arms and pulled a bra strap through them. Then came the inserts, hard foam which showed a prominent bulge. "Sorry, Abbie, these are too big but all I have for the moment. We'll get you the silicone ones later. It'll give you a feeling of femininity. We have to walk around with these mounds. Now step into this skirt please." Abe did as asked. Monica then did the zip and Abbie noticed the restriction on his legs. He couldn't move them out too much and had to take smaller strides. Monica then buttoned her into a white blouse with puffed sleeves. It was tight around the bust and stretched the material tautly. Thankfully it was stretchy material. Finally, Abbie was asked to step into some black shoes with a small 2" heel. They were tight but Abbie didn't complain. Monica then led him to one of the stylist chairs and put a cape around him. She turned the chair away from the mirror. A few moments later with tweezer in hand, Monica removed some stray hairs. Monica then placed a wig cap on his head flattening his medium length hair. "This is only to give you an idea of how Abbie looks. Friday, it'll be even better. Relax." Monica then went to work with foundation, powder, rouge, many applications of mascara. Brows were defined and finally a bright red lipstick. "Don't look," she said and moved away. Abbie could feel and taste the makeup. There was also a fait pleasant aroma. "Let's try this wig first. " Monica said pulling a short brunette wig over Abbie's head. It covered her ears and gave her a very normal girl next door look. "Mmmm looks good but not the style Darcy wants, I think," Monica said to herself. She then removed the wig and going behind Abbie placed another wig on her head, tugging it into place. This was much shorter and exposed the ears. "This is it. What's the word? Sassy? It's sexy, shows off all your features and will turn heads. Need some accessories but Darcy will like this. Ready to see?" Abbie nodded. She had no idea what she would look like as Monica turned the chair around. "OH," was all that came out of those red lips. She couldn't believe it. Was that really Abe underneath all that powder and paint? The short red wig changed her whole appearance. Monica was right, even close friends would not recognize Abbie from the Abe they knew at close quarters. Monica opened some drawers and came back a moment later. She attached two large black disks from her ears completing the look. Monica removed the cape and helped Abbie stand. "If you think you look hot now, wait till I have more time to get you ready for your date. Depending on the dress, we'll have to get matching accessories. Darcy will be jealous." "It's not a date," Abbie protested softly. "If Trevor sees you with Darcy, what would he think? Now you can admire Abbie and get used to the heels. Take a few steps," Monica suggested. Abbie tried to find her balance and soon was able to walk without Monica's help. It wasn't a feminine gait but it would do for now. "You're doing well, One foot in front of the other and remember your tight skirt prevents you from taking large strides." Monica was pleased with Abbie's introduction to femininity. "I'll have to call Darcy. It's almost seven thirty," Monica said. "Keep walking and get comfortable on those heels. They'll be higher Friday." Abbie walked along the small aisle stopping frequently to admire herself in the well-lit mirrors. The large mounds did seem disproportionate but they emphasized the female shape. "So, Abbie, I assume this means you will be there on Friday. I don't think Darcy wants you to disappoint her. I'll help all I can. OK?" "I am still not sure," Abbie replied softly. "It seems I have little choice if I want to be with Darcy." "Yes, Darcy likes to have her own way. Here she is." "Oh my God," were the first words out of Darcy's mouth as she rushed to hug Abbie. "Amazing. You look great and have grown a pair of massive hooters quickly," she said. "She'll look much better on Friday I promise. We need to tone down the bust but they were all I had. But we need to get some new stuff." Monica was very pleased with both Abbie's and Darcy's reaction. She could see Abbie's anxiety. She was fearful of being outed, but also fearful of problems with Darcy. Monica could understand that and gave Abbie a reassuring pat on the back. "Darcy, Abbie was a perfect model. If we do this, then we should allow for more time to get her ready on Friday. I think you were planning for dinner around 7.30. So I would like to see Abbie here around 2.30. Will you also need an appointment?" "I don't think so. I'll call you but may as well pick her up here and then go to dinner. I assume you can dress her here." "Yes, the shop closes at 6 on Fridays but I can find a private station and get Abbie ready. But, for this to work there are some things we need to do." Monica was waiting for a response from either one of her customers. "Like what?" Darcy asked. Abbie stood by quietly as Monica and Darcy talked as if she weren't there. "Let me write this down so we remember." Monica grabbed a small pad and began to write." First, I suggest you get some Nair and have Abbie here apply it all over as per the instruction. Do this Thursday night or Friday morning. Second, we will need to buy a pair of silicone forms that we can glue on. Depending on the outfit it will look much better. Then we need to get some accessories. She'll need a purse too. We can do the finger nails here. Her ears are not pierced so we have to find the right clip-ons. Then shoes. She's wearing two inch now but will need a 3" heel to match the outfit. The cost will be high but the result amazing." Darcy looked at Abbie. "You do agree to do this, right? No need to invest the time and money if you're going to back out. There is no going back." Abbie knew exactly what she meant. Darcy was giving her an ultimatum. She had no real choice. She felt better at looking the part and unrecognizable to Trevor. She was also nervous about being a witness to their goings on if Trevor considered her to be Darcy's girlfriend. But she hoped that her presence would discourage Darcy from going beyond flirtation. "OK," Abbie replied softly. "Monica, can you help with this? I am slammed at work. I'll give Abbie my credit card so buy what you need. I'll let you know about the dress tomorrow. You have my card on file so charge me for your time. OK? Abbie, let's go. I'm starved." "You look great. I hope Trevor is not going to dump me for you," Darcy smiled. "Please don't joke like that. I am really scared if I can pull this off without getting us hurt." Abbie was getting even more anxious with this line of talk. "So, I put all the things you wore here into this bag. Get used to walking out. It's getting dark and people won't stare. If they do, it'll be men who see two pretty women out there. So Abbie, please arrive around 4.30 tomorrow so I can get you ready and we can go shopping. You look great." Monica hugged Abbie pressing into her large mounds for a moment longer than normal. She then hugged Darcy and led them out of the door. Abbie was nervous going out into the world dressed as she was. Darcy hooked her arm through Abbie's and they walked to the car. Abbie looked straight ahead and struggled as she tried to keep pace with Darcy. The tight skirt only allowed small steps. The drive back to Darcy's apartment was mostly in silence. Darcy kept looking at Abbie at stops and remarking 'gorgeous', beautiful or 'great'. Abbie was too preoccupied with her own transformation and just replied in monosyllables. Now she had really no excuse. Nobody would recognize Abe under all that paint and clothing. "I'll go warm up that lasagna dish. Why don't you refresh your makeup and join me in the kitchen," Darcy said as they entered her apartment. Abbie had no idea what she needed to do. But she went through the motions and found some clear gloss on Darcy's vanity. She applied that as it would probably glisten a little. She admired herself in the vanity mirror astounded at how she looked. Darcy had poured the wine and toasted Abbie. You look beautiful. If I can believe Monica, it would be even better on Friday. How do you feel?" "OK," was Abbie's non-committal reply. "Listen Abbie. There's no need to be shy. You know you look much better as a girl than you did as a man. Admit it." "Yes, I am surprised." "Let's put the plates away. I want some quality time with my new girlfriend," Darcy said. The plates were in the dishwasher and Darcy grabbed Abbie's hand and led her to the living room. She sat on the couch and raised her skirt around her waist. Her silk panty was down and on the floor. "Show me how my girlfriend uses her mouth to please me," she commanded and spread her legs. Her slit was moist and juices flowing. Abbie licked them up and thrust her tongue deep into the cavity. It didn't take long for Darcy to explode. She put her hands on Abbie's head and kept forcing her to continue her oral attention. Abbie was finding it hard to breathe but she kept lapping away. She knew Darcy needed several orgasms to release her. It took more than ten minutes before Darcy eased off the pressure after having two more orgasms. Darcy was breathless as she gently stroked Abbie's head. "OMG, Abbie that was incredible. I always loved your tongue but today, you outdid yourself. Perhaps I should keep you as a girl - for sex anyway." Abbie sat on the floor also exhausted. She was pleased Darcy was happy. Her own stiffie was causing her more discomfort stretching the tight panty. She was reflecting on her new guise and how she would manage Friday. Darcy pulled her up and kissed her. Irrespective of the smeared lipstick and her own juices, Darcy appeared to enjoy the kiss. She had kissed many times after he went down on her. The only difference was lipstick. "Oh, babe, that was wonderful. Stand up." Darcy helped her up. It wasn't easy to suddenly find herself on heels. The bulge through her skirt was obvious. Darcy looked up at Abbie's juice-stained face with a big smile. She pulled down the elastic waistband of the skirt and the bulge through the panty was even more noticeable. Once the panty came down, Darcy grasped the shaft. "It's much harder than before," she remarked kissing the head and licking the precum. "Is it my imagination or does it taste better too?" She then slowly took in the erect penis slowly and tantalizingly into her mouth. Abbie was close as she tried to hold back and enjoy this even longer. Darcy knew exactly how to keep teasing until she was ready to accept the spurt. She kept sucking and squeezing each ball gently. She then suddenly took it down to the root. She was quite able to take the 5" Abbie had easily; Darcy had also taken much bigger penises but this felt the right size without choking her. Abbie couldn't hold out and spewed into Darcy's waiting mouth. It was intense. Darcy rose, hugged Abbie and kissed her deeply. Naturally she had not swallowed all and passed a lot into Abbie's mouth. It was not the first time for Abbie to be kissed after Abe had erupted, but it seemed a lot more and with a different taste. Darcy licked Abbie's face cleaning it of her juices and makeup. They broke the kiss. "Perhaps you would like to suck it out directly...." Darcy began and kissed Abbie hard again not allowing her to speak. They broke off again. "Incredible," is all Darcy whispered. "Those boobies are hard and we'll have to get the forms Monica suggested. I want my girlfriend to have a nice, firm breasts." "Darcy, I don't.." Abbie began. Darcy put her finger against Abbie's mouth. "Don't spoil the moment. Let's go see what outfits will fit you. I want you looking like a sexy babe." Darcy held Abbie's hand and guided them into the bedroom. "Why don't you undress to bra and panty whilst I look at some stuff," she suggested. Abbie unbuttoned the blouse and slid out of the skirt. The massive bosom stood out obscenely. Her panty had wet spots. She could feel her makeup was smeared and her face covered in Darcy's juices and spittle. Darcy held out a dark blue dress. "You should remove that wig and pull on this dress," Darcy suggested. The way she suggested it did not leave room for negotiation. Abbie removed the wig and stood there in her wig cap, bra and panty. Thankfully the dress was made of some stretchy material with a satin lining and hugged her figure accentuating the large breasts the tops of which could be seen. They didn't look real. The dress covered her shoulders with short puffed sleeves and reached halfway down her thigh. "Monica was right. You'll need more natural looking breasts that can be glued on. I might keep my girlfriend for the whole weekend" Darcy remarked enthusiastically. "Let's try this one." She held out a flimsy red dress. Abbie shimmered out of the blue dress and braced herself for the red. The material was fine mesh, in a red with red lining. The bodice was square cut and exposed the top of the breasts. There were no sleeves and thin straps held it on the shoulders. Definitely a no bra dress. "That's it. I'll wear the LBD so Trevor can compare." Darcy enthused. "We'll knock him out." That was not something Abbie wanted but again she had little choice. She hoped Darcy had not mentioned that Abe was transformed into Abbie for the dinner. But she could imagine Trevor going ballistic at the mere thought of that and dismissed it. Darcy asked Abbie to use the creams to remove her makeup but to retain the bra and panty set. She laid out a nightdress for Abbie who didn't seem to have a will of her own anymore. Darcy managed to suck Abbie into another erection and had Abbie penetrate her in the missionary position. The only difference was the pressure on their breasts as Abbie thrust. They both same quickly within minutes of each other. They slept satiated with Darcy spooning Abbie, pulling on her breasts. They awoke on time and went through their daily routine. Abe was glad he had some clean shirts and underwear at Darcy's apartment. They sat across from each other at breakfast - toast, jam and coffee. There was a big smile on Darcy's face. "Abbie turned out a lot better than either of us expected. Abbie would definitely turn me bi." "I am not a girl. I am your boyfriend. I dressed for you," Abe protested. "Of course, but you make such a beautiful girl that I may want you looking like that sometimes and have a girl's night out.." Abe looked at Darcy confused. "I don't think I want to dress like that again and go out. I am doing..." "Yeah, I know," Darcy replied. "But it could be fun. Monica wants you there early. I can have my hair done and then come back for you when we go for dinner. I think you should take the Friday off. You have to use that hair cream etc. "OK," was all Abe replied. It was easier than trying to argue with Darcy. "Good, so pack a bag with your Abbie clothes and wig and we can get to the office. I will pick you up around 4.30 so you'll have time to go shopping with Monica. I'll give you my credit card. Let's take the dress we chose last night do Monica ca see what accessories you need. I will also pack a blouse and skirt to go shopping. Girls don't wear the same clothes two days running." Abe glumly nodded. He had enjoyed the transformation. It was better than he had ever dreamed. The sex with Darcy was also special. But each moment that passed increased his chances of having to be Abbie for Darcy and Trevor on Friday. He saw no way out and it scared him. Abe went through the day listlessly. Today he would become Abbie again and go shopping. Abbie would be shopping for girl's clothes and stuff and it scared him. He did think Monica understood and would help and protect Abbie from any humiliation. Yet, he never thought he would be in a position like this. Ge had plenty of vacation left and he asked his boss for the Friday and Monday off. He didn't know what Darcy had planned but he was sure it included him staying as Abbie till Sunday night. Still in a daze he waited for Darcy at 4.30. She was prompt. He kissed her on the cheek and got in. "I have to go back to the office for a conference call and then have a drink with the staff. So take a cab home or Monica might even drop you off. Here's my credit card and some cash. Whatever you buy put it on the card. I'll call you tomorrow morning and maybe pick you up." Abe just nodded with soft OK's muttered in between. It seemed like he had little choice. Darcy dropped him near the salon. He took the bag and the dress and watched Darcy drive away, He entered the salon which was a little busier than yesterday. Monica greeted him like an old friend with a hug and kiss and ushered him into her back office. She handed him a bottle of cold water. "So are you ready to become Abbie?" Monica asked a shy and nervous Abe. "OK," came the soft reply. "Darcy was impressed and I guess she showed you a good time," Monica commented. The reference was clear. "Abbie, I know you're nervous. Remember, we will prepare so that you will be ready by Friday. You will never be required to be alone with this guy and that'll make it easier. As long as you look feminine enough and just respond normally, and laugh at his jokes, you'll be fine. You have to project confidence otherwise you will have reason to be nervous. Now, let's get you changed. I need to see the dress you're going to wear on Friday. Darcy said you had it." Monica had seen Abe change before so Abe disrobed whilst Monica shook out the clothes in the small bag. "Those monsters are too big to go out today. We're going to pad the bra tightly with cotton wool for now. We're going to a special shop first to get you the right forms. Darcy called to say you have her credit card so let's give it a workout." Monica helped with the padded bra. The bra was still a little big but looked softer with the cotton padding. Monica insisted that Abe wear a pair of pantyhose and then a pair of stay up stockings. "They won't show your legs with hair," she explained. Then came the knickers. You won't need the pantyhose on Friday after you have gotten rid of the hair. Just use the toilet and have a close shave again. There's not much growth but still." Darcy did as instructed and then wore the red dress that Darcy had chosen. It was made of tulle material and the bust was curved like the top of as heart. The edges had red trimming but the breasts would stand out "It's beautiful but if that is the choice, we will definitely need to glue on the breast forms and get a full corset with half cups. We can't show bra straps. We don't want your skin damaged. The corset will also help with the stockings. " Monica opined. "But you'll definitely be a hit and I am sure Darcy may get jealous." Monica took some photographs below the neck. "Roberta can see what we need." There was no explanation who Roberta was. Abbie slid out of the dress and waited for the next instruction. "The blouse is too crushed but I have something you can wear. The skirt should be OK." Monica helped Abe with the blouse and skirt. Abbie had no embarrassment from Monica's touch. It took less than 30 minutes. The stretch fabric of the pink short sleeved top stretched over Abbie's breasts. It contrasted well with the tight black skirt. She pulled on the wig over a wig cap. Abbie stepped into the low heels. She had spent a good part of last evening in them and felt her balance quickly. "I thought that you should look female when I do the makeup. There's probably just one or two customers only." Monica led Abbie to the main salon firmly grasping her arm. She attached the cape and within seconds Abbie looked like a salon patron having her face done. Monica went to work quickly with a practiced hand. Abbie had experienced all of this yesterday and knew Monica would do a great job. By the time Monica was done, the salon was empty and the staff leaving. "You can look at yourself again in the mirror. I'll be right back." A few minutes later with some black disks clipped to her ears, a little perfume and Abbie was ready. "Here's a small purse I keep as a spare. Put what you need in there including Darcy's card. I have a small pack of tissues." Monica ushered Abbie out of the door and locked up. "We'll come back here for your clothes later. I can drive you home." Monica sensed Abbie's anxiety to be out in public and linked arms with her. They looked like two girls out shopping. They walked to a small lane in the mall to what appeared to be a side entrance for deliveries. Monica rang the bell. A door was opened by a pleasant looking middle aged lady. She had a big smile and greeted Monica with a hug. "So this lady needs a natural looking bust," Roberta said. "How big? She has a slender frame so we don't want a porn star look." Roberta tool out a tape measure and took measurements. "Why don't you undress her Monica? Pantyhose are OK. I'll go get some things." Roberta left and Monica helped Abbie unbutton the blouse. She lowered the bra and removed the cotton wool padding making Abbie's chest look boyish and flat. Monica smiled and whispered that Roberta had helped some males with their figures. Roberta soon returned with a small shopping cart that had several boxes and items of clothing. "I brought the cart as I couldn't carry all in one trip," Roberta explained. "She's got a normal frame so I suggest a 36C. I also brought the next size up and you can see what works best. Once glued on they should not be detectable by sight. It would feel different to touch of course. The body needs to be completely free of hair or removal will be very painful." "I'll take care of that on Friday," Monica replied. "I've done that before. They look great and match Abbie's skin tone closely." She pulled out the larger form. "Let's try this first." Monica re-attached the bra and inserted two forms. To Abbie they looked so lifelike they may have been sliced off a real lady. They were cool at first and fit snugly into the large bra. Monica and Roberta observed Abbie. "Describe the dress she'll be wearing," Roberta asked. Monica showed the images and described the dress perfectly. She also described in detail Darcy's expectations for Abbie's look who stood there in a full bra and skirt and listened to the discussion. Abbie wondered what was going through Monica's and Roberta's mind to learn that a girlfriend insisted her boyfriend dress as a female in a certain way to join her for dinner with an old lover. Abbie paused for a moment. Shouldn't she be asking herself that same question? She thought she loved Darcy and was pleased to satisfy her. Darcy seemed to appreciate that. But the talk of Trevor these last few days, and the position she now found herself in, caused some doubts to enter her mind. "Right, let's try the other pair," Monica said removing the large inserts and replacing them with the smaller. The larger bra seemed to hide the forms. "Monica, I think these forms are more suitable but that bra isn?t. Let?s get her into a corset with demi cups. I have one here. It will give her shape too. If it is tulle material it should hug the form so it?ll provide curves." Roberta paused looking at an item and held it up. "I know this is supposed to be a short term thing but obviously your friend wants Abbie looking perfect. How about adding this tight panty girdle? It has some foam pads and will give her a something like a 36-30-32 figure. Maybe even better. You should take care of business before you dress and be careful not to drink too much. Going to the restroom could be a struggle without help." Monica smiled. "Darcy did say to use her card. Since we saved on the dress, we should go for it. Abbie, what do you think?" Abbie looked at them timidly. "It seems like a lot for just one evening," she said quietly. "Oh honey, I do think you got Darcy wrong. Abbie is going to be here till Sunday night at least. That?s apparently when Trevor leaves. Darcy won?t be able to refuse Trevor another meeting with Abbie especially after you?ll knock him out Friday." Monica had a smile but there was as a look of sympathy for Abbie. She clearly didn?t understand Darcy?s intentions or game. It appeared that Abbie had set herself up for this by wanting to protect Darcy. Abbie?s look was fear and despondency. She saw that Monica?s logic made sense. This idea had taken strange twists but she didn?t want to believe that Darcy would use or abuse her in this way. Monica saw this and wanted to help Abbie overcome her apprehension. "OK. Let?s try on that corset and panty girdle. The Abbie we?re going to create will look beautiful, knock everybody out including Trevor, and have a great time doing it. No discussion. As I have her credit card," Monica stated. Monica and Roberta went to work. It took a little time but Abbie looked perfect when they were done. The corset was constricting but not overly so. The silicone forms had warmed up and felt good on her body. The panty girdle added to her butt. They dressed her black in the blouse and skirt and stood back admiringly. "If I may say, you look incredible," Roberta said. "We should use you in a promotion video. Very natural, feminine and a total sexpot. Your friend will love that you put so much effort into it." Pleased by the praise she was getting and the figure she saw in the large mirror, Abbie had a small smile on her face. Nobody would recognize her for anything but a natural female. They left Roberta arm in arm. Abbie seemed a little higher. "So, let?s get you a couple of bras, panties and the shoes. I can get the rest tomorrow including some makeup to carry in your purse. You?ll need to practice in the heels. After that, if you are hungry, we can have a drink and dinner." They went to a self-serve shoe store. Monica knew exactly what they were looking for. She ended up purchasing a pair of red 3" heels and another 2" pair. "If you don?t need them again and never use them, we can return them on Monday," Monica said as Abbie inquired why they needed so many. They went into a large department store and sought out two bras. Monica persuaded the sales clerk that Abbie wanted to walk out dressed in one as she was delighted. The salesperson was happy to oblige. With corset and the silicone forms, Abbie felt more comfortable and confident. She had found a friend in Monica who seemed to understand her plight. Monica asked her to freshen her lipstick and added some mascara. Not only did Abbie look feminine, the restricting corset and silicone forms pressing tight against her body made her feel more like a woman. It was almost 8 pm when they were done. "I need a drink and some food. I know just the place," Monica said, linked arms with Abbie and led the way. It wasn?t far and they walked in silence to the click of heels on the stone sidewalk. It was a small Italian restaurant with a small garden patio. The ma?tre d appeared to know Monica well and greeted her warmly. Monica chose an outdoor table for two with an umbrella and heater. It was a warm night but the heater was available if needed. Monica ordered her favorite Campari and soda. Abbie had no idea what this was. Monica suggested she try it. Abbie nodded not used to such niceties. The waitress brought the bright red color liquid. They clinked glasses and took a sip. Abbie tasted the bitter but refreshing drink, admiring the lipstick mark making a contrast to the red liquor. With painted fingernails, there would be a nice range of red. Today, her nails were a soft pink. Abbie looked up to see Monica fumble in her purse, an unlit cigarette in her mouth. She looked at Abbie but knew she didn?t have any matches or lighter in her purse. Within seconds, a passing waiter appeared with a book of matches and lit Monica?s cigarette. With a deep drag and blowing a cloud of smoke upwards Monica thanked the waiter. She handed the lit cigarette with a pink lipstick mark to Abbie and immediately lit one of her own. Abbie was not a smoker but it seemed a request from Monica who had lit a second cigarette. Abbie slowly brought the tip to her mouth, inhaled gently and blew out smoke. She didn?t want to inhale deeply and cough. "I just smoke socially," Monica said. "A habit I learned from a former boyfriend who was a smoker. He had a great body and was great in bed. But he lacked social skills. Whenever we sat and tried to talk over drinks, he would light up and each time I said something, took a drag thinking, and then answer in a monosyllables. So, I smoked my first full cigarette with him and got used to the cool look of a sophisticated lady, with a cigarette in her hand." Monica paused to take a sip of the drink. Abbie did likewise. "So how do you feel in the new forms and corset?" Monica asked. Abbie looked at her, brought the cigarette slowly to her lips, inhaled a little deeply and expelled smoke. "Definitely feel better. I see what you mean," she answered waving the cigarette gently. "That?s just perfect. Make a show of lighting a cigarette and giving you time to think of a response. Most men think a lady smoking sexily is a huge turn on. I think they imagine something else entering our mouths," Monica smiled with the obvious reference to a man part. Abbie nearly choked. "Relax, I don?t think Darcy expects you to take care of Trevor. I think she would not like competition." Monica took another drag and looked at the menu. "Something light, I suggest.? Abbie nodded. "How do you like the drink?" Monica asked. She had ordered some small dishes. "It?s bitter but refreshing. I like it," Abbie responded softly trying to keep her voice down. "Yes. Depending on who you?re with, it would make a great impression about your taste. I don?t know Trevor, just through Darcy, but he seems to have exotic tastes." Abbie said nothing and found relief from another drag on her cigarette. Monica?s suggestion about not having to answer immediately seemed to work. She wanted to spend more time with Monica to learn more how to avoid embarrassment on the Friday. The food arrived and Monica ordered a glass of wine each. They nibbled on the finger food. Monica was interested to know how Abbie felt in the corset, padded girdle and forms. She assured Abbie she would look hot. They finished the food and Monica ordered cappuccinos. She asked Abbie who appeared to not be sure. Monica ordered two and looked at Abbie with a puzzled look. "Abbie, I don?t want you to misunderstand or be offended. I am beginning to like you and would like to be friends. What possessed you to do this? I think there is more to this story." Abbie looked at Monica. It was a look of concern and fear. A moment passed. Abbie reached for the pack of cigarettes and took one out. Seeing this Monica also shook one out and lit a match. They both inhaled and blew out smoke. Abbie was inexperienced but felt relaxed holding on to the cigarette. Abbie took a deeper drag and looked at Monica. She was deciding whether to trust Monica or not. "I got to know Darcy through a colleague. She was going out with Trevor and would always tell us about his size and how manly he was. Darcy was always putting down her other female friends as she could ?hook? any man she wanted." Abbie paused and took another drag. Monica was right. The smoking helped her gather her thoughts quickly. "She liked me as I was no threat and she knew I would follow her around and do anything she wanted. She would ask me to do favors including picking up her laundry or buying stiff for her. One day, she asked me to pick up her laundry as she would be late from work and to meet at her house. I went there and knocked on the door. She opened it, eyes red, tears streaming and makeup streaked. She hugged me and started to cry." Another pause to inhale. She was beginning to like how to control the conversation. "Of course I hugged back, made her a drink and we sat on the couch. She told me that Trevor had dumped her and left for another city. She was devastated. It didn?t take long for us to be hugging, then to my surprise, she started to kiss me aggressively. I ended up on my knees between her legs and she loved it. She quietened down and ....took care of me. Ever since then we spend three or four nights a week together and sometimes I spend the weekend there. " It was Monica?s turn to take a deep drag and exhale upwards. "So you two were or are an item?" Abbie stubbed out her cigarette and reached for another. Her hands were trembling slightly. She had never thought about Abe?s relationship with Darcy. Speaking to Monica started thoughts about how Darcy controlled their relationship and why Abe now found himself in a corset, bra and heels with a face full of makeup. She couldn?t answer Monica?s question so clearly. Abe thought he and Darcy were an item. Now, it seemed that Darcy?s opinion on that might be different. "I?m not sure anymore," Abbie responded taking two deep drags. "I didn?t want her to be alone with Trevor but didn?t think this would be the way." "Look," Monica began, "I can understand some things. Darcy?s a strong and dominant character. I don?t think you are. I think I know why you?re doing this but I am not sure you see the bigger picture." "What do you mean?" Abbie asked softly. Monica took a deep drag and blew out smoke. They both used this method to bring a small pause in their conversation. "Look, if Darcy still has the hots for Trevor, why would she want you around? Even if you wanted to be there. I don?t want you hurt or humiliated. My instincts tell me there is more to this story." This gave Abbie and Monica much to think about. They finished their cigarettes and cappuccinos. Monica asked Abbie for her cell number and texted her the salon and her private sell number. "Please call me at any time. I?d like to help. No boyfriends currently so you won?t be disturbing me. OK?" Abbie nodded and thanked Monica. "I can?t back out now so have to see this through. I need all your help." Monica hugged Abbie. "Don?t worry. I?m there. Darcy doesn?t deserve a boyfriend - or girlfriend for that matter- like you. "She kissed Abbie?s cheek. As they walked to Monica?s car, they saw a 24/7 drugstore. Monica ushered Abbie in and made some purchases: Nair, some cheap pantyhose, makeup remover and stockings. "Annie, you need to practice walking in those heels. Balance is important. Men will look at your walk and legs too. So we don?t want to give the game away. Let?s plan to meet tomorrow and Thursday around 4.30 in the salon. We?ll get you dressed, made up and spend the evening out. You?ll get used to walking in the heels and also in front of strangers. Should boost your confidence. I?ll suggest that to Darcy tomorrow." "OK," Abbie replied softly. She preferred to prepare under Monica?s patient guidance rather than Darcy?s strict disciplines. She would miss the sex but knew she needed to be perfect on the Friday. She gave Monica her address and they drove in silence. Monica insisted she come into the apartment to ensure that all make up was removed and the corset untied. Abbie undressed and stood in panties. She missed the warm pressure of those silicone breasts and the corset. Monica used the makeup remover pads and ensured that all traces of makeup were gone. They hugged at the door and Abe felt a light kiss on his lips. "All the good guys and all that," Monica said with a wave. "See you tomorrow." Abe watched Monica walk to her car still trying to understand his emotions. That kiss meant something he just wasn?t sure what. Just as he closed the door, his cell phone rang. It was Darcy. "So, Abe or are you still Abbie," Darcy asked, "How did the evening go? Are you sorted out with everything?" "Hi Darcy," Abe replied. "No, I changed and removed that stuff from my face. I think we got everything. Monica has a few things more to get she said." "I?m sure the credit card got a good work out. I?m tired and wish you?d be here to use your mouth down there. But, I?ll be asleep before you get here. So we?ll just save it. OK? Did Monica say anything?" "N...No. She thinks I need to practice walking in heels and suggested I go walk outside in the mall with you or her. She says I?ll do better if I think I am being observed. She said she?ll call you tomorrow." "That sounds like a great idea. Will also give you more time as Abbie than in the apartment only with heels. Yes, you should be perfect in the higher heels." "Darcy..." "Yes, babe, what is it?" "What happens on Friday? I don?t want to go to clubs or dancing..." "You?re a party pooper. Let?s see how it goes. If you don?t want to go on, I suppose you could take a taxi home. The concierge can get you that." "But that means you and Tr..." "Yes. It means we?ll have a drink somewhere and then go dancing. We haven?t seen each for months as you know." "Yes, but are you planning to sp.." "Spend the night with him you mean? Now, Abe, why are you thinking like that? We?ll see how it goes. I?m sure there?ll be some flirtation. You know Trevor. I am not sure I?m in the mood for more. But don?t worry. He will be gone on Sunday night. So don?t think about it. Now, get a good night?s sleep. I?m falling asleep." "Good night," Abe said reluctantly hearing the click of the phone Darcy had signed off. He knew that with very mild encouragement, Trevor and Darcy would be spending the night together. After all he would go through, he didn?t see how he could stop that. Monica?s comments indicated he should expect something. It would be demeaning and humiliating but Abe couldn?t see that happening without some throwback to Darcy. What should he expect? Monica?s comments still clung to him. The next day he got a text from Darcy. She had talked to Monica and they agreed Abbie needed more confidence and practice. She would like Abbie to meet with Monica in the evenings and do as she was told. She also told him she would be very busy the next two days and that whilst she missed him very much she will be following Abbie?s progress. Monica will send pictures. The Friday appeared to be a big deal for Trevor and they could celebrate together. Abe also received a brief SMS from Monica. She would like to meet him after work and get Abbie ready at Abe?s apartment. All the clothes etc would be there. She would bring the makeup and accessories. She could pick him up at work as Darcy said he had no car. Abe was still wondering at Monica?s comment and light kiss. It could mean nothing, just a girl thing, but he felt an attraction to her. She didn?t judge what he was doing and was more than helpful. with her time. He doubted Darcy was paying for her time. He thought Monica was looking out for Abbie and was pleased to have a helpful friend. Last evening had been pleasant and with Monica at her side, Abbie felt comfortable. It would be an entirely different experience with Darcy. Abe texted Monica the address and said he?d be outside by 4.30 pm or so. Promptly at 4.30 Abe waited outside his office building. Monica was just a few minutes later. He was very pleased to see her and she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Is Abbie ready for some fun?" Monica asked with a smile "I guess," Abe replied softly. "I see no way out." "There?s always a way out but it comes with a price. Anyway, I would like you to have fun as Abbie build your confidence. You can get through this without a problem. So, I thought I could dress you up a little more fashionably for drinks and dinner. I?ll be with you all the way. What do you say?" Abe looked at Monica whilst she was driving. She was beautiful with a great figure and obviously successful as a businesswoman. So why was she doing this? Abe was in customer service and good service was critical. Yet, Monica as the salon owner did not have to go to this length personally. Monica had a large case and some small bags which Abe helped carry into his apartment. Strangely he did not feel uncomfortable knowing what was going to happen. He thought he should be nervous. But he was amazed how an ordinary looking guy could become quite a good looking girl. Abbie would not be a raving beauty but certainly very attractive. He knew that walk and talk were Abbie?s weakness. He would try extra hard to concentrate on these points. Once in the apartment, Monica advised Abe to have a shower and shave closely. She would get things ready and he should keep the door open. Monica had seen his private parts before and he had overcome the humiliation. He shaved closely, and entered the shower. He was still going through all of this in his head when Monica entered the bathroom. It seemed privacy was not necessary. He was drying himself off with a large towel when Monica took it from him and dried him off. It seemed a normal action between partners. Darcy had never done that. "Since my chat with Darcy, it seems you will be left on your own till Friday night. I am going to suggest we get you naired tomorrow and apply the forms tomorrow night. That way they?ll feel normal by Friday. If you get an allergy or something we can always remove them. Agree?" Monica, continued to pat him dry down to his feet. Inevitably, Abe?s member began to rise. He was not sure if it was deliberate or accidental but Monica?s hands drying him down there brought a hardening reaction. Monica looked at Abe. They were very close to each other. She then looked down at his rising member. "You?ll never be comfortable in the panty girdle with that rising," Monica commented looking up at him. "Do you mind?" Monica closed the lid and sat on the toilet seat. Still looking at Abe she took the rising penis into her mouth and sucked it in slowly from tip to root. It was incredible. Abe didn?t feel rushed but enjoyed the eye contact and Monica?s warm, wet mouth. She seemed to enjoy it too playing with his sac and massaging each nut slowly. He erupted and she kept sucking until he was flaccid, licking every drop from his foreskin. Abe and Darcy had oral sex often; yet it seemed she only took him into her mouth just before he was ready to erupt. She rarely brought him to orgasm with slow, soft oral attention. Abe, on the other hand, always spent many minutes licking, sucking and thrusting his tongue into Darcy until she erupted. Several times most nights. "Hope you liked that. Our little secret," Monica said kissing the tip. "I haven?t had a penis in my mouth for some time, especially not an uncut one. I loved it" She rose and led Abe back into the bedroom. Abe followed. Darcy never said she liked Abe?s penis in her mouth although she did accept it, swallowing and often sharing. "It was great," Abe said softly as Monica led him out of the bathroom. First it had been a light kiss; now she had sucked him to completion, slowly and languorously and then swallowed. Was Monica sending a signal? It can?t have been part of the service although he realized that the panty girdle would have hurt with an erection like that. "So, tonight we will step it up a notch. Abbie will be in a cocktail dress and the 3" stilettos. Her makeup will also be heavier. She?ll look better of course." Monica was spreading the corset around the middle and began to tighten it. "I am going to make it tighter, so breathe differently." The strings were pulled tightly and knotted at the back. The panty was next, a silken material with some lace around the edges. Abbie was getting used to breathing differently. Pantyhose were next and pulled up tightly. Holding on to Monica?s shoulders, she stepped into the panty girdle. The foam inserts were already in place. It was a struggle and it took some minutes. Even without a mirror, Abbie could feel the female shape taking form. Monica inserted the silicone forms and settled them firmly into the demi bra of the corset. "It?s stocking time," Monica pronounced and carefully drew up stockings over Abbie?s panty hosed legs. She attached them to the tabs of the corset. "Cant go to a fancy bar with pantyhose. Tomorrow, we?ll denude your hair and the stockings will feel very different. The shoes might be a little tight but not much." Abbie watched as Monica took a black dress out of her bag. She pulled it over Abbie?s head and pulled and tugged. It was made of some crepe, stretchy material and hugged the body. It fell halfway down the knee. The neck was square with small puffed sleeves. "It?s the only one of mine that would fit you well. I think it looks good," Monica said, cupping Abbie?s breast. "Makes these girls look very natural too. Before we start on the face please step into the shoes. These are the 3" so you?ll need to find a new balance." Abbie stepped into them holding on to Monica. Somehow it was reassuring to hold on to her whilst finding her balance. Monica held her around the waist. She took a few steps. It was a new feeling on her calf muscles but with Monica?s encouragement it didn?t feel too bad. As they walked the short distance to the living area Monica began to relax her hold. They walked back to the bedroom slowly and Monica released Abbie. "Now, walk up and down a little until I get my makeup case set up. I saw the kitchen table. So practice walking. Remember, one foot in front of the other. Don?t exaggerate your hip movement. You may find the hardwood entry better than the bedroom but practice on both surfaces." Monica left Abbie to walk slowly as she took her case to the kitchen. The case opened up into several layers, much like a tool box. Monica also retrieved the short red wig and brushed it into shape. She also has a bottle of rose wine. She found two small glasses in the cupboard and filled them. It was just a little before 6 pm as she called to Abbie to come into the kitchen. She held out the glass and clinked. "We?re going to try a slightly different look tonight. Going to a bar would require a different look." First item after the cape was the wig cap. This time Monica taped it down so that Abe?s natural hair was pressed firmly against the scalp. Then her work began with sponges, powder puffs, brushes and paints. She knew exactly the look she was after. Abbie obeyed the look up, down, eyes closed instructions. "We?re practicing the nighttime look so I am going to glue on some false lashes. Let?s see how they look. They?ll make your eyes larger. These are medium length and light. Blink a few times."" It took over 45 minutes till Monica appeared satisfied. She them placed the wig and tugged it into place, securing it with some pins to the wig cap. "I do wish I could persuade you to pierce your ears; you?ll have a better selection. But these will do for now." The two black discs were clipped on. Finally, Monica too sat down and applied some press on nails in a bright red to match the lipstick. "Press-ons are OK but more fragile so be careful when using your hands. For Friday, we?ll use a stronger glue." Abbie admired how her nails now looked perfect. Monica opened her case and brought out a mirror. It was big enough to see the whole face. What do you think of Abbie now?" she asked with a smile. "You look beautiful. Really. Darcy will have to fight to keep Trevor?s attention on her." Monica?s smile gave Abbie even more confidence. "I?ve got to compete too so I?m going to change. Enjoy yourself and I do suggest you continue to walk as little more." It took just thirty minutes for Monica to re-appear. She too was dressed in black, equally short but with a deep V neck showing much cleavage. Abbie wasn?t sure if she was wearing a bra or not. She didn?t think so as two outlines of nipples were very visible. "Wow," Abbie voiced softly. "Wow back," Monica replied. "We?ll see how many heads turn tonight. Let?s finish our drink and get going. Monica handed Abbie the black purse and sprayed her lightly with perfume which she also used on herself. Abbie and Monica stood admiring each other. "We do look like two girls on the prowl," Monica said. "Let?s go." They linked arms and walked to Monica?s car. Abbie had no idea where they were going. She knew that she looked good enough to deceive. Her walk in the heels would be an issue. As Monica explained, speaking low would not attract too much attention. She felt confident with Monica at her side. With Darcy it would be different. She wasn?t sure how to react if Trevor became overly friendly. Soon they arrived at a large hotel, one of the older hotels. The doors were opened by the staff and they stepped out. The valet drew the car away. Monica came around and linked hands with Abbie whose confidence began to falter. "Don?t worry, girl. I?m with you. The only looks you?ll get are from men who want to court you and from women who would be jealous. Be confident. OK?" Abbie tried to remember Monica?s walking instruction. It was easier on the marble tiled floor. Heads turned at the two lovely ladies walking arm in arm toward the bar. They were dressed similarly but the one had red hair and the other a dark blonde. Monica apparently knew the layout. It was a normal Wednesday evening at the hotel. The bar was not too full and Monica decided to sit at the bar on high stools. There was only one other older gentleman at the bar. "They?re easier to get on and off," Monica whispered. "Make sure your dress does not ride too high. Relax." Abbie was careful and sat down as elegantly as she could. Behind the bar was a very buxom blonde bartender. "Ladies, welcome. What can I get you? Monica looked at Abbie knowing she wouldn?t decide. "Well, we?ll start with a glass of prosecco," Monica looked at Abbie for approval but Abbie was staring at the large mirror hanging behind the myriad liquors. There wasn?t much movement but Abbie felt people were looking at her. Soon, the ladies had two glasses of the bubbling liquid and clinked glasses. "To a good night," Monica said and took a sip. "This is fun. I haven?t been in this bar for some time. It?s old world and elegant." Abbie had never been to this hotel even as Abe. She had to admire the dark wood and polished floors. Monica reached into her purse and took out her cigarettes. She lit her cigarette with a small lighter. Abbie looked at Monica and reached for the open pack on the counter. Monica lit her cigarette and she was blowing smoke upward. She liked the way her red nails looked holding the cigarette. "Hello, Monica," a voice called. "Dad," Monica yelled back leaning forward to allow him to hug and kiss her on both cheeks. The older gentleman with a full head of hair appeared fit. "So who is this lady and are you two on some heavy date? You both look gorgeous," the gentleman said holding out his hand to Abbie. Surprised, Abbie placed the cigarette in her hand in the ashtray and held out her hand. She hoped the nail would not fall off. "Pleased to meet you," she said softly. She picked up her cigarette, took a deep drag and blew smoke. She wondered if it would be this easy when she met Trevor. "Dad, this is my friend Abbie. No dates tonight. We just wanted a girls? night out. Abbie this is my dad, Russ to his friends." "You could have fooled me. Dressed like that you would have men swarming around you. No date huh. Well, think you?re in the wrong place to find some guys your age to take you to dinner and dancing. But I am glad to see you." "Well, we were wondering where to go for dinner. Care to join us?" "Sure. Why wouldn?t an old man want to be seen with two attractive ladies even if one of them is his daughter?" Russ had an easy smile and obviously could charm anyone. "There is a small French bistro or we can eat in the not far away or they have a classic restaurant her. Which would you girls prefer?" "Abbie, any preference?" Monica asked. "Something light," Abbie replied softly trying to keep her tone down. "Yes, tomorrow is a working day and we girls need our sleep<" Monica added. "Unless we meet some fabulous guys, of course." "Well, I can keep you both company till you meet those guys. OK? Another drink or shall we go for dinner?" "Dinner," I think Monica replied. She drained her glass, took one last drag and stubbed out her cigarette. Abbie followed Monica?s actions and both slid from their stools. "Dad, please go ahead and get a table. I think we ladies need to powder our noses." "Good idea," Russ replied and left them. Monica took Abbie?s arm and guided her toward the restrooms. There was no one there and the cubicles seemed unoccupied. "Do you need to use the restroom?" Monica asked. Abbie shook her head ?No?. "Dad is great and you can relax. I?ve introduced him to boyfriends, girlfriends and colleagues. He won?t judge and as far as I can tell, doesn?t suspect anything. Act as you just did. Perhaps good prep for meeting Trevor. How?s the corset? Make sure you sit down smoothing out the dress. Have fun, OK?" Abbie wasn?t sure. It just reminded her of what awaited her on Friday. But she had no way out now and Russ seemed very friendly. Monica inspected her face and suggested she re-apply the lipstick in her purse. Abbie didn?t see the need but complied following Monica?s instructions. It certainly had more shine when she was done. A final check and they went to the restaurant. Russ was seated at a small table and waived them over. He had a drink on the table and asked the ladies what they wanted. "I?m driving so a glass of wine is enough. Abbie? Monica stated. "Same for me," Abbie replied softly. She tried to see if Russ would mention her voice or tone. He said nothing. The waiter came and they ordered the drinks. Monica chose for Abbie too and selected small salads with roasted salmon steaks. "So, Abbie, what do you do? Work in the salon?" Russ asked. "No, I work in an office in customer service," Abbie replied. She wondered if Monica would smoke allowing her to pause before replying. "That?s great. I guess you must have a friendly manner. So how did you meet Monica?" "She was or is a customer, dad. We hit it off and Abbie has no boyfriends at the moment like me, so we decided to have an evening out." "That?s great. But you should really pick a different place where younger people hang out. This is a nice place for old fogeys like me," Russ commented with a big smile. "Still their loss is my gain and I get to see Monica here during the week. Where are your parents, Abbie? Around here?" "No, they retired to Florida so I see them just once or twice a year." Dinner was eaten with small talk. No personal details were asked. Russ made several hints at Monica not finding a boyfriend and asking her to get out more. Monica smiled. "I may have found one dad," she remarked looking directly at Abbie who busied herself with lighting a cigarette and not having to comment. Her cheeks flushed under the heavy foundation and she was grateful the light was muted. Was a signal from Monica in that remark? She was attracted to Monica in a way that was different to Darcy. There was a smile hovering around Monica?s mouth as she dragged on her cigarette. It was confusing. "When are you going to introduce me? Hopefully not at the altar," Russ replied with a big smile. "Since you ladies are smoking I hope you don?t mind if I enjoy my cigar." "Oh, I?ll let you know in plenty of time. After all, the girl has a lot to do," Monica replied. It was light hearted but Abbie couldn?t help but have a strange feeling. "I think it?s time to head home, dad. It was good you met Abbie too, But tomorrow?s a working day and a girl needs her sleep." Monica gave her dad a big hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Somehow, Abbie felt herself doing the same thing. They strode out to the valet who went to fetch the car. Monica drove to Abe?s apartment in silence. Both deep in their thoughts. Just as they entered the apartment, Abbie heard her cell ring. She looked at her phone. It was Darcy. There were three missed calls. She showed the phone to Monica who pressed the button to pick up the call. "Hi Darcy, its Monica. How are you?" "Damn girl, where?s Abbie?" asked an irate Darcy. "She?s in the shower. I just got her changed and removed her makeup. Can she call you back? I mean she?ll be Abe then." Monica pulled Abbie to her so she could also listen to Darcy. Her looks to Abbie said ?be quiet?. "No, it?s OK. I wondered how things went." "Good, I think. We had a drink and some dinner. I made her wear the higher heels so it was public and she is getting more comfortable. She looks good." "That?s good. I am so glad you?re helping. I wouldn?t want to have a problem with Trevor." "I understand. You know you?re asking a lot of her right? What happens after dinner? She hasn?t said anything but I am sure she?s concerned." Darcy laughed. "Don?t worry. Trevor and I have some plans and we?ll make sure that Abbie is busy. I am so looking forward to see Trevor again." "Oh girl, you?ve got a heavy weekend of sex planned," Monica laughed. "Never met Trevor of course but it looks like you?ll be busy." "Oh yes. Abbie wanted to be there. Now she can watch a real man in action. She can help clean him up and me. She?s got quite a talented mouth but a small...." "What? You mean a threesome?" Monica asked surprised. "Perhaps, I?m not sharing Trevor but perhaps she can get him ready or clean him for me with his, I mean her, mouth perhaps. We?ll find her a boyfriend or something." "That?s too much detail AND really not fair on Abe," Monica stated. "He?s going through a lot to do this for you." "Yes, and it is costing me money. But he wanted this, not me. Which man would allow himself to be dressed in drag to be with a girl?s boyfriend?" Darcy laughed. "He?ll never want to question me about other boyfriends again." "Oh, you have plans?" "Yes," laughed Darcy. "Trevor is up for a promotion with this big account and he may get transferred back here. " "Darcy, the shower has stopped. Do you want Abe to call you?" "No, I was just checking. I?ll pick him up for work tomorrow. Please get Abbie ready tomorrow and Friday. I want her to be beautiful for Trevor. Bye." Darcy hung up and Monica saw the confused look on Abbie?s face. This was just a bad joke. Monica hugged Abbie tightly and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Don?t cry," she whispered. "It?ll be OK. She?s a bitch and doesn?t know what she has. I am sorry you had to hear that. But, at least you know her game." "What did she mean by all that?" Abbie asked on the verge of tears. She had heard the words but hadn?t processed the meaning. "Is she going back to Trevor?" "I don?t know," Monica replied. "I don?t want to see you hurt like this but am glad you heard it too. I?m sorry." Monica continued to hug Abbie tightly. She looked into Abbie?s face. They were about the same height in their heels. She saw the confusion and uncertainty. This time it was Abbie who searched for Monica?s mouth and kissed her hard, pressing tightly to her. "Are you...," Monica began but was cut short by Abbie?s tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. It was a long kiss, each trying to outdo the other in how deep their tongues could penetrate. Finally, they had to break for air. "Wow," Monica explained. "I?ve never been kissed like that before. Please don?t stop." Their mouths pressed together again as their hands explored the contours of their bodies. "Babe, let?s get out of these outfits. No sense to ruin good clothes. They both entered Abe?s bedroom and Monica helped remove Abbie?s dress and heels. She shed her own dress and heels too. Then came the wig, hosiery and padded panty girdle. Monica was down to her bra and panty which she quickly removed. She looked at Abbie, smeared makeup around the lips but still in her bra and corset. The look of hunger on their faces required no communication. Their lips locked again with Abbie still trying to communicate her needs. Her freed member now growing erect. She pushed Monica onto the bed and kissed her way down. Their breasts connecting fleetingly. It didn?t take long for them to have their mouths near the sex organs of the other. Monica gently licked at Abbie?s sac, taking each ball into her mouth. She licked her way up to the tip of the penis. She kissed the head and slowly began to suck on it. Abbie at the other end found a moist and warm opening that she licked and sucked gently. If there was one sexual act she had experience in was paying oral attention to the nether lips of the female. She lapped eagerly, savoring the new and different taste of Monica. It was a familiar action and welcome release of the pent up emotions after hearing that conversation. Monica erupted quickly trying to squeeze Abbie?s head between her thighs. It took Abbie a little longer as she too erupted deep into Monica?s mouth. Still, Monica continued her gentle sucking squeezing the sac as if to extract every drop. They lay their silently for some minutes. Gentle kissing and sucking continued. "Abbie, where did you learn that?" Monica asked trying sit up. "Incredible. We girls need to remove our makeup. So let?s get that corset off first." Monica helped remove Abbie?s corset and forms. Now it was Abe with smeared makeup. It was a comical sight. Monica helped cleanse Abe?s face. "No telltale signs for tomorrow," she stated. They started to gather the items and Monica decided to leave her makeup items at Abe?s. "What time will you be off tomorrow?" she asked. "Darcy told me to take the Friday off so I could get away a little early. Do you think I should still do this? It seems there?s no point." Abe was despondent. "Look, Abe/Abbie. Personally, I think you should do this. You should go all out, become the beautiful Abbie and knock Trevor?s socks off. She will be upset if Trevor pays more attention to you than her. Then, you say you?re leaving. You can text me and I can pick you up if you want. Fight back and teach her a lesson." Monica was angry for Abe. "Do you think I can do that?" "Of course. I can help. Listen, I know you have a lot to think about but after all you?ve been through, I don?t think you should pass on the opportunity to get back. Your choice and I will help you. Don?t feel sorry for yourself. Better you know now so you can prepare. I?m going to leave. I can?t help but feel you need to sort this out in your mind. But you can call anytime if you want to talk. OK?" Abe nodded and hugged her tightly. They kissed deeply. "Thanks," Abe whispered. "Don?t worry. I?ll call when I get home. Darcy will be here to pick you up. So I couldn?t stay anyway." Abe nodded and reluctantly watched her leave. He was confused. He thought Darcy was his girlfriend. He had done all for her. It was true he had wanted to be there to protect her. He was always trying to prove himself to her but it seemed that she was just using him. For what he didn?t know. There were probably other guys who would do the same. It was a blow to his ego. Could he have been that wrong about Darcy? She was stronger and did manage to get her own way most times, especially in bed. But she always took care of him in the end. He didn?t know why he wanted to protect her. It seemed now that he needed protection from her. He had no idea what impulse caused to agree to dress up and act like Darcy?s girlfriend. He knew the risks but thought it would comfort Darcy to have someone there. Now it seemed he needed the protection from Darcy?s desire to humiliate and even expose him to Trevor. Dressed as Abbie what chance did he have? Then there was Monica. She obviously had no problem to dress Abe up as Abbie. He thought she even liked it. She had shown some personal and sexual interest well before the call with Darcy. He knew she was puzzled why he would go to these lengths to be there on Friday with Darcy and Trevor. He didn?t know himself. Having spent two evenings now with Monica, he could see the difference. Monica was interested in him as Abe or Abbie. She probably got a kick out of dressing him up, but there was no humiliation involved. In fact, Abe enjoyed being with her as she helped Abbie act and look better. She had wanted that mutual session tonight with Abbie although she knew what Abbie had hidden in her panty. She seemed genuinely interested in Abe. Or was it Abbie? To Abe, they were one and the same. He enjoyed Monica?s company as Abe and Abbie and for the first time since he met Darcy had actually developed an interest in another girl. Abbie had also been very comfortable with her dad Russ. Abe was startled by the ring of his cell phone. It was Monica. "Hi," she greeted him softly. "How are you feeling?" "OK. Confused," Abe admitted. "Look, I understand. Take your time to decide. In a way, I am glad you heard Darcy. How could anyone tell you that? Whatever happened tonight between us has nothing to do with Darcy. I respect whatever you decide. I think you know how I feel. I will help you with whatever you decide, OK? Try to get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow. G?night!" "G?night and thanks for everything," Abe replied and hung up. Abe had a restless night. Several times he turned around and imagined Monica was spooned in front of him. It was not Darcy he imagined. He had not even kissed Monica as Abe except when she left this evening. Several times he wanted to call her and talk. He then remembered Monica?s words: it was a decision he had to make without Monica?s help. He awoke at 6 after a restless night. He needed coffee. He sat at the kitchen musing over the events of the previous days. Monica?s makeup case on the counter reminded him of the previous night. The truth was he had found peace as Abbie. Monica had proven to be a friend that obviously was interested in more. What did he want? Did he want a partner who laughed at him? Humiliate him? He did have some self- respect. He couldn?t think of any way out. He thought that perhaps there could be a pleasant and close relationship with Monica. But he had to find a way to win back his own self-respect. He needed to go through with this and show Monica that Abbie would compete for Trevor. That would be the best put down. His phone rang. "Good morning, Abe. Had a good night I hope," Monica asked. Her voice and cheery tone made him braver. "I decided I want to do it," he replied hastily. "I want to show Darcy up. Will you help?" "Of course. Don?t discuss anything with Darcy. Just try to act as before. We can talk this afternoon. Text me when you can get off and I?ll pick you up." Monica?s confidence grew on Abe. "I will," he said with a new air of confidence. Darcy arrived at 8.30 and sent him a message that she was downstairs. He was glad she didn?t come up and went down quickly. She greeted him with a big smile. Je leaned toward her and kissed her cheek. "Monica said you looked great and doing well. One more night and you can show off," Darcy said with a big smile. "I was in the shower and she said you had called. I am still not comfortable but getting there. Are you sure this is a good idea? What will Trevor think or do if he finds out?" "Nothing. He won?t find out and I?m not about to tell him. Besides, Monica says you are doing well. Remember, it was your idea." "I know but am really nervous. Perhaps we should stop this and you can do what you want with him," Abe said looking at the road ahead. "I told Trevor we?d be three and he has made reservations. How would it look if I cancelled at the last minute? He?s looking forward to meet my girlfriend." "You told him about me?" "No, silly, just that I had a meeting arranged with my girlfriend Abbie before I knew he was coming. He said welcome." "Oh. So what are your plans after dinner? What happens to me?" "Don?t worry. We?ll go to a club, dance and then go back to his hotel for a nightcap. Of course you must join us." "You are planning to spend the night with him, right? He?ll be expecting it and I guess you would.." "Now, look Abe, if the chance occurs and things happen, I?ll probably go along. I can hardly say that my boyfriend will join, can I? He may like two girls in his bed." Monica was laughing. "How can I? I?ll end up hurt. Besides I don?t want to do anything with a man. I am not like that." "I know that but it won?t be Abe, it?ll be Abbie who?ll be showing him a good time. I know how well you use your mouth and hands." "No, I don?t want that. No way." "OK, spoilsport, we?ll just have to find a boyfriend to keep you company. Shouldn?t be too hard given how Monica described Abbie. I know you spent some good money as I saw in the credit card charges. So no more discussion. I?ve spent too much money on Abbie and for Monica?s time to have you back out now. Clear?" Abe didn?t reply as they approached his office block. "Now, I have asked Monica to do the final prep tonight and have you ready. I?ll call her and discuss stuff. I will cancel my appointment tomorrow with her as I will need to leave the office a little early too. I have a lot to do tonight too. You do what she says and do your best to be pleasant tomorrow night to Trevor. Get it?" Darcy?s tone left no doubt in Abe?s mind that Abbie would be expected to perform as she had described to Monica. He was disappointed and also more afraid. It couldn?t end well. Darcy stopped the car. "OK. All set and no more discussion or debate. Let?s make it a nice evening for me and Trevor. Abbie could also have a good time and I would like that very much. So there. Now, give me a kiss and go." Abe turned to her expecting a kiss on the lips. Darcy turned her head and offered her cheek. Abe got out with a foreboding feeling. There was no way he could sit through dinner politely as Darcy and Trevor flirted. He was sure that Abbie would be the butt of some jokes. Darcy would expect best behavior from Abbie. Abe couldn?t concentrate all morning. He asked his supervisor to leave early as he wasn?t feeling too well. He had a big weekend planned with the Friday off, and wanted to be well. Seeing Abe?s look, the supervisor agreed he could leave around 2 after orders for the day were processed for shipment. Abe took a short break and went outside to call Monica. In spite of his earlier bravado, he was now scared. He knew that Darcy would force him into acts he didn?t want to commit. He also knew that he wasn?t strong enough to refuse as Abe or Abbie. Monica was the only person je could talk to. Monica picked up on the second ring. "Hi," she said. "How did it go?" "I am getting more scared and think I should call it off. I know she would force me to do things..." "Abe, look, I am at my station and can?t talk. When can you be free?" "I told my boss and he agreed to around 2 pm." "Good, I should be done by then. Had only planned on some paperwork but that can wait. I?ll pick you up around two and we can talk. OK? I may be a few mins late." "OK. I?ll wait outside. Thanks." Abe hung up. The next few hours would be tough. But Monica was the only person he could talk to about this. He spent the next few hours listlessly unsure what he should do. He could follow Darcy?s instructions or take Monica?s advice to take advantage. His own instinct was to back away and hide not wanting confrontation with anyone. Monica was a few minutes late and Abe was happy to see her. She had a way to reassure him and make him think straight. Monica leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. "Relax," she said. "Did you have lunch?" Abe shook his head. "I skipped it. Not hungry." "Well, this girl is hungry and you?ll have to watch me eat or join me. I know a small caf? with a garden." Monica drove another ten minutes and parked in a small strip mall. The bakery offered a selection of sandwiches, coffee and even a small selection of wines. She didn?t ask Abe who followed her quietly and ordered a cheese sandwich and two glasses of white wine. It didn?t take long for them to find a quiet table under an umbrella. Monica had requested two plates and shared her sandwich. She put a couple of forkfuls of salad and handed him a plastic fork. "You?d better eat and we can talk after." Monica raised her paper cup of wine and took a sip. She placed a reassuring hand over Abe?s. "Don?t worry, nothing is that bad we can?t find a solution," said and squeezed his hand. Taking another sip she bit into her half of the sandwich. Her eyes never left Abe?s face and he felled compelled to eat too. The wine was cool and soon he was feeling a little more relaxed. They ate in silence, communicating through looks. Monica had paid and he didn?t want to disappoint and finished his half of the sandwich. When he was done, he was glad to have eaten. "I would like to get some things taken care of for tonight. All reversible, I assure you," Monica replied. "I?d like to make a stop first if you trust me. I wouldn?t do anything to harm you." "I trust you," Abe replied. "I know you won?t do anything to hurt me. What do you want to do?" "Nails first. You?ll be Abbie till Saturday. Let?s go back to your place after that. I assume you have coffee," Monica asked. "Yes. I also have espresso," Abe replied looking a little more relaxed. Monica drove to a strip mall that seemed to have a variety of primarily Asian shops. They had signs in other languages. Monica led Abe to a salon where she was greeted warmly by a small Asian lady. "Hi Annie, this is Abe. We need to get the nails we discussed. For today, just a little longer and painted in a dark blue. Can you do his feet in bright red?" "Why..." Abe began. "Well, tonight you?ll be in a different dress. Nobody will see your toes. Tomorrow, the big day, you?ll be in a red dress. But once dressed, we can?t do your toes. I want them to match tomorrow. Today is preparation time." Monica seemed to have this planned out. Abe sat in the big chair. "Sure. I have the perfect colors. Abe come with me," Annie said and led the way to a comfortable chair. There was just one other client, an Asian lady, who was talking to her manicurist in some foreign language. They paid scant attention to Abe and Monica. Abe watched in awe as he nails were soaked, cuticles pared, nails dried and within twenty minutes a fine set of pink nails were attached to his hand. Annie painstaking applied a dark blue color to his nails, let them dry and applied a second coat. Abe had expected to have red nails, but couldn?t find the words to ask. Annie had asked him to remove his shoes and then continued prepared and then apply a bright red color to his toes. They looked beautiful. Whilst his nails were drying, Annie spoke with Monica. Abe watched them and saw Monica look at him several times. Monica, came up to him. "The nails are that color because your dress tonight will be that color. Tomorrow, they?ll need to be red to match the dress." Her smile was reassuring and an inexorable step toward becoming Abbie. "So, Annie can do one thing more to make Abbie look really great. Trust me." Monica approached Abe who sat there with fingers spread with cotton and blue nails. His toes were a bright red. A swab on his ear and within seconds he had studs in both ears. Monica smiled at him. "Don?t worry, if you stop wearing earrings past the weekend, the holes will heal nicely. On the other hand, many men have ear rings or studs even in both ears. Maybe useful if Abbie wants to come out and play sometimes." Abe looked up at Monica in a daze. It seemed he was one more step down the path to become Abbie. He couldn?t see the studs but was now conscious that people might notice him more. Cotton wool removed, nails dry, Abe walked out of the salon speechless. The drive to Abe?s apartment was not more than fifteen minutes. Monica had a small paper bag as well as a suit carrier and they entered his apartment. "It?s not even 4.00 yet. So why don?t you put the espresso on and we?ll talk and plan." Monica suggested. Abe went into the kitchen and Monica into the bathroom. I took a few moments and Abe returned to find Monica in a robe, sitting on the couch. He looked at her with longing. He had never had a woman expose herself to him. She was covered but the short robe did little to hide her assets. "Coffee will be a few minutes," he said. "I have some cookies." "Great," Monica replied with a smile seeing Abe?s red face as he offered the plate with his now manicured blue nails. Abe returned to the kitchen and poured out two cups of espresso. They were in large mugs but he had no other. He returned to the small living room. Monica sipped her espresso and patted the seat next to her. Abe complied. "So, tell me honestly what you are thinking and what you would like to do. I won?t interrupt. I?ll save questions till the end." She opened her purse and took out the pack of cigarettes. She looked at it longingly. "No, I?ll save it for later and share with Abbie," she said and closed her purse. "OK, I?m listening." Abe looked at her. He was bursting to share but now had difficulty expressing himself. Monica patiently looked at him, eyebrows raised in a question. Abe looked at Monica who was sitting calmly. "I guess the truth is I am scared. After listening to her conversation last night and Darcy?s comments this morning, I am scared." Abe paused. "It seems that Darcy wants to force me to do something with Trevor which I don?t want." Monica drained her cup of espresso. "OK. Abbie doesn?t want to do anything with Trevor. Understand. What about Darcy? What is she expecting and how far would you go?" Abe looked despondent. "This is more than I expected. I know now that Darcy?s idea is to make a fool of me and maybe make me do things with Trevor. I don?t want that." Abe drained his cup. "I never expected that Darcy would expect me to .. to do things." "You mean blow Trevor or let him fuck you? Sorry to be so blunt." "I suppose." "So how do you feel about Darcy who seems to want to force you into these .. these situations. Have you thought about her reaction if you don?t do this?" Abe looked really unhappy. "She?ll be mad and probably dump me. I guess, I was wrong about her and her intentions. I am not interested to do anything with Trevor." "So what do you think about your relationship with Darcy? Please be honest. I have no agenda." Abe looked hard at Monica, trying to formulate words. "I think Darcy uses me for... but she doesn?t have much feelings for me. She needs a .. a man to take care of her sexually. She doesn?t think I compare to Trevor. I guess I have been too weak giving in to her and doing what she wants." "And do you want to continue that way?" "No. I know she?s just using me." "So, then how do you want to respond in this situation? Give in and be subservient to her for as long as she wants or be independent. Find someone who is an equal partner?" Abe was quite for some minutes. "I need to be free. I don?t want to be used and dumped," It was Monica?s turn to be silent for some minutes. "Abe, even after just a few days I think you are a nice guy who obviously is faithful to your partner. Darcy doesn?t seem to think that way. I don?t think you wanted to become Abbie of your own free will or desire. But, I have to say, you make a very attractive Abbie. You can accept it and wait till she dumps you or you can try to get some respect back. So, let?s turn this into a benefit for you. Want to hear more? You may not like some parts." "I really value your opinion. I?m listening and will do as you suggest." "Let me tell you a little story. I had a boyfriend Tim some years ago who liked to play around behind my back. I found out he was going to a party but he had told me he had to go away to see his grandma. I found out because the girlfriend came to our salon and talked about Tim and the party they were going to. What was I to do? I got myself an invitation to this party, spent all my money on a new dress and accessories and let my colleagues do my makeup. I looked hot. I persuaded one of my male college friends to take me. We had a ball and I flirted heavily with Tim who couldn?t admit to his companion that he and I were an item. I made no pretense of the fact that I was after Tim. She walked out on him in a huff after a loud shouting match. I then planted a fat kiss on my date in front of Tim. He lost it and left in a huff. Result: he lost both girls." Monica paused to see Abe?s reaction. "It?s not quite the same but if Abbie were to flirt with Trevor, he may decide to chase you rather than stick with Darcy. Fresh meat and all that. You can call me and I?ll be there. Can you do it? Would you do it?" Monica paused. "You are going to become a smoking hot lady and don?t you forget it. Just act like it!" Abe was silent. He wanted to get back at Darcy, a new sensation for him. Could he play that role that Monica described? "What if Trevor doesn?t go for it? I?ll be like a hooker who was turned down," Abe responded softly not looking at Monica. "Depends on how you play your cards. You have met him, I haven?t. Besides, imagine Darcy seeing you flirt so openly. She can?t tell Trevor who you are without getting into trouble herself. If she acts up, it may cause Trevor to go after you more just to make Darcy even more jealous." Abe was quiet. Monica left him to it and took a bottle from the bag. It was a small bottle of brandy. "We?ll need a shot of this whilst you decide. I don?t take this stuff normally, but wine won?t do it. I?ll find glasses in the kitchen and put this to chill," Monica said taking another bottle of wine also out of the paper bag. A few moments later Monica returned with a finger of the liquor in each of two glasses. "Dutch courage," she said and downed the shot. Abe looked at her with a half-smile and downed his glass. "I want to do it. I need your help of course." "Of course. I think it?s a good decision and besides I?ll be having some fun too with my new friend Abbie. Shall we do a trial run tonight?" "I think I?ll need that and even another shot," Abe said standing. "I?m ready. Tell me what I need to do before I change my mind." "Good. First thing is to denude all hair from the neck down. Go change and I?ll see you in the bathroom. Don?t get in the shower." Abe walked to the bedroom and shed all his clothes. After las night, there was nothing to hide from Monica. He was scared and excited at the same time. He didn?t know how that was possible. It was also tempered by a sense of adventure and daring. He had never been so emboldened in his life. It felt powerful. Monica instilled a sense of confidence. She believed he or Abbie could pull it off. Darcy never thought he could and now Abe was sure Darcy wanted him to look like a man in a dress. How she would explain that to Trevor was not clear. Abbie would show her. Over the last two days, after that first session, she had never asked to see how Abbie looked. She would get a big surprise. Monica appeared a few moments later just clad in bra and panties. He admired her figure with those firm breasts. She smiled at him. "Tonight you?ll have a pair just like these," she said with a big smile. Her hands were covered in plastic gloves as she applied a lotion all over his body. From toes to neck, under his armpits except for a small area around the penis, Monica?s gloved hand rubbed the lotion all over his body, reaching even underneath his penis and sac and in between the crack. "Don?t get excited, nothing is going to happen now but I can give it a little kiss if you like," Monica teased as she gave Abe?s penis a sloppy kiss and then told him to wait. She returned soon with another bottle in her hand. "I think it?s almost time so into the shower you go." Abe was hoping she would join him perhaps but it wasn?t to be. Abe watched his sparse hair disappear and was surprised at the smoothness of his skin. He stepped out of the shower where Monica was waiting. Abe?s cupboard only contained regular sized towels. Monica handed him two. He tied one around his slim waist and dried his hair with the other, Monica watched with a smile on her face. "This is no time to be shy. I have seen it before and up close and personal too. You didn?t seem too shy then." Abe blushed profusely. "Sorry, habit, I guess." Monica smiled back. "Don?t worry, drop the towel. I?m going to trim your hair down there a little. We may as well do it right." Monica trimmed some of the longer hairs into a neat patch. "Good, now I?m going to use this lotion to keep your skin soft and to moisturize. Why don?t you have a really close shave, twice if necessary also upward, against the growth so you have a baby face smooth skin. Meet me in the bedroom." Abe shaved as instructed. He did this carefully so as not to have any cuts. He knew Monica would check. He also knew that he would not be seeing his Abe face for some time. It would be covered in paint and powder. A week ago he could not imagined the scenario. He had never had any makeup on his face except perhaps from his mother or aunt leaving a trace of lipstick on his cheek. Tonight he would have the ability to do that to Monica or others. Monica was waiting for him. "I don?t want to trespass on your modesty too long so step into this panty and pull it up tight. Then lay down on the bed." Abe struggled with it much to Monica?s amusement and laid down on the bed. "Time for your boob job," Monica explained. "I will position these and then glue them firmly onto your skin. You?ll hold on to them firmly till they are dry." Monica saw the frown on Abe?s face. "You?re lucky. You get instant boobs; we girls have to wait for them to grow." Then Monica carefully cleaned the breast area with a wipe and sprayed adhesive onto the forms. When they became tacky, she positioned them on Abe?s chest, pressing firmly around the very thin edges with a finger. They looked very much like they were part of Abbie?s chest as her hands pressed down firmly. It was strange to see these mounds but they did look great even from that prone position. Monica instructed Abbie to sit up and she felt the pull on her skin immediately. "Let?s get the corset on you so the forms don?t tear your skin," Monica said. Her breasts looked like Monica?s and she marveled at the shape and form. "They do look natural and perfect," Monica said touching them briefly and positioned the corset just under her new breasts and began to tighten the laces. Pulling up the corset forced the breasts to stand out more. Monica pulled the laces even tighter but Abbie didn?t complain. She was admiring the two mounds which appeared to be part of her natural body. It didn?t occur her to ask Monica how they would come off. The panty girdle and stockings were next. Monica took something blue out of a carrier bag. "Surprise. I had this dress which will fit you well. "The dress was a grey dress with square cut neckline but with a diamond cutout that showed a part of the breast. It seemed to be made from a crushed velvet and had off the shoulder sleeves. It fit Abbie?s shape and exposed the breasts partially. At the sides were two broad straps that tapered and were tied at the back pulling the waist in. "It is a bit revealing but we won?t let anyone touch it, will we?" Monica teased. "There may be one exception later." Abbie only had a half mirror and saw the female form with revealing dress top but a male face. Even with this mixed image, Abbie admired herself. She had decided that she was going to give this impersonation her best. Monica observed with a small smile. Abbie had a growing confidence about her. Monica held out the shoes and Abbie held on to her shoulders as she stepped into them. She then led her out to the kitchen. "First things, first. I?ll open the wine," Monica said. Two glasses of a chilled white wine and Monica began her work. First she applied the wig cap and taped it down flattening Abbie?s natural hair. She looked at the eyebrows. "I?m going to try a slightly different look. Don?t worry, tour brows will be fine female arches. Trust me." she said with a smile. Abbie looked concerned. Monica laughed, With a cape draped around her upper half, Monica went to work. She stopped looked and was methodical. A glue stick was applied both ways until Abbie?s brows were pasted flat. After a heavy coat of foundation and powder, it appeared Abbie had no eyebrows and the brow line flat and smooth. Using a stencil, Monica drew a thin highly arched line. She positioned the template over the other brow and soon Abbie had two perfectly matching, very thin, dark brows. Several shades of shadow blended to the eyebrows, fine lines around the eyes, medium-length false eyelashes glued to top and loaded with mascara as were the bottom lashes. Lips carefully outlined, and painted with a deep crimson color with many coats of gloss. Abbie knew that her look tonight would be a little different, sultry and appealing, almost vampish. The breasts glued on were going to keep her in female spirit till Saturday. She was surprised by her growing acceptance of Abbie and formulating plans in the back of her mind o how she would react to Trevor. "Just the wig and accessories," Monica exclaimed. "Your ears pierced are just right for this pair. Not really for hanging heavy earrings the first day but we don?t have time." Monica said and hooked a strand of three grey balls into Abbie?s new holes. She tugged the red wig into place, using some hairclips to secure it in place to the wig cap. From her handbag she removed a small box and removed a thin necklace of grey pearls. A few discreet sprays of perfume and she pronounced Abbie ready. "You look so hot," Monica exclaimed. "I will go change whilst you admire yourself. Please practice the walk too. One foot in front of the other." Monica removed the cape and helped Abbie stand. "Gorgeous," she said hugging her and letting Abbie feel the pressure on her new breasts. "What do you think? Like the new look?" Abbie was silent. She looked at her face in the small mirror. It looked so different nobody would recognize Abe underneath the paint. "Incredible," was all Abbie managed with a big smile through scarlet lips. "Nobody will recognize Abe." "That?s the whole idea. I?m going to change." Monica was pleased at Abbie?s looks. She had surprised herself turning an idea into reality. Abbie walked around the room to find a balance on her heels. She stopped frequently to admire her face with earring, breasts and matching nails. She didn?t have a full length mirror but with a hand mirror and two half mirrors she was able to admire herself. She practiced the one foot in front of the other as Monica recommended. It took some concentration but she noticed a swing in her hips as she moved around. A smile hovered around that painted mouth. It was some forty five minutes later that Monica appeared. She wore a silver dress, low cut across her cleavage and 4 "above the knee. Monica exemplified sophisticated beauty. Monica and Abbie looked at each other; there was interest, longing and a silent signal of attraction. Dressed as they were, neither could understand the dynamics but lust was clearly evident. "Let?s go explore. I love your look and confidence. I can see you enjoying this. Right?" Monica asked. Abbie looked at Monica. It was confusing. "I never thought that I would like Abbie or want to explore her personality more. That?s your doing." Abbie paused for a moment. "I love it and am looking forward to tomorrow." "Trevor may not be the only one you have to fend off," Monica said. Another short burst of perfume and Monica handed Abbie a matching grey clutch purse. "Put your ID and money in there. I already put in some makeup and the lipstick." Abbie looked in the purse and inserted the items. She also found a condom and tampon. "A girl has to be ready, Abbie, when she looks as hot as you do. Just a precaution," Monica said with a smile broke Abbie?s doubts as she closed the purse. "Let?s go." Monica drove slowly toward the center. Abbie was very aware of the seatbelt between her breasts. "Where is Trevor staying? Do you know?" "I think Darcy said the Marriott," Abbie replied. "It?s also where they want to meet for dinner, I think. Why?" "Well, I thought we could have a drink there first and see the layout. If things don?t work out, you?ll need a place to hide or escape quickly. Agree?" "I suppose. But hope it won?t come to that." Monica patted Abbie?s sticking clad leg. "I hope not too. But you will feel more confident if you are familiar with the location." Monica allowed the valet to park her car in the large forecourt. It was a circular drive through, well-lit as one might expect from a luxury hotel. The valet smiled as the two beautiful ladies exited the vehicle. "We may need to leave soon, so park it with quick access," Monica said smiling to the valet. "Well, Miss, if it isn?t more than an hour or so I can park it at the end there where I can keep an eye on it. You can walk there quickly." The valet pointed to a spot down the circular forecourt. "I?ll park it further along the drive so you can be there quickly," replied the valet pointing to a spot that had a large tree. "Great thanks. You?re sweet," Monica replied flirting with the valet, a young man about their age dressed in the livery of the Marriott. The two ladies attracted a lot of attention as they made their way to the main entrance. "Note the locations as we pass. I?ll explain later," Monica said and led the way and many eyes followed their progress. Abbie followed closely behind. The bar was to the right. The long reception desk directly facing them. To the left here was a passage that left to seating areas, restrooms and finally to the restaurant at the very end. Monica followed the sign to the restrooms: left for men and to the right ladies. Abbie observed this and followed quietly. Monica walked to the bar and sat on high stools. For a Thursday it wasn?t too busy. Their short dresses rode high exposing a lot of leg. There was nobody else at the counter. Several groups sat around seats with tables sipping cocktails. One table had four ladies laughing and joking. Monica ordered two Chardonnays, opened her purse and took out her cigarettes. She took one out slowly looking for Abbie?s reaction. Monica lit the cigarette with a slim gold lighter and blew smoke upwards. Abbie reached for the pack and slowly shook one out and put it to her lips and leaned forward. Monica lit it. The drinks came, they clinked and sipped. In spite of the many layers of gloss, Abbie saw the smudged imprint of her lips. The dark blue nails were an unusual sight at the end of her fingers. "I?m going to order some bar food," Monica said. "They have some nice appetizers. I don?t want a big meal. Is that OK?" "Yes, perfect," Abbie replied softly. Monica and Abbie looked at each other, smoking and taking sips of their drinks. Monica noticed how Abbie?s left arm was under her breasts and the right upright holding the cigarette inches from her face. Abbie put the cigarette to the side of her mouth and it was an attractive image of a sophisticated woman enjoying a cigarette. "I can?t believe the lady in front of me is only 4 days old," Monica said. "You look fabulous, the earrings make your face very striking. Your breasts show nicely too. How do you feel?" Abbie took a slow drag of her cigarette and blew out smoke. She didn?t inhale deeply but her movements indicated she had been smoking for some time. The snacks came plate by plate and they nibbled on the cheese, prosciutto and other small dishes. "It?s strange. I just love the look and the transformation ? thanks to you. I feel good and am ready for tomorrow," Abbie replied. "I am enjoying the feel of the forms as they seem to move with my body." Monica laughed lightly. "They are glued on and supposed to move with your body. Or else they?ll fall off." Abbie smiled. She now had breasts, of silicone to be sure, but they were part of her. She also had pierced ears and wondered what her colleagues would say when Abe came in with studs. The big surprise was that she felt comfortable as Abbie. A great part of that was being with Monica, who had helped with the transformation and with support. They had also enjoyed their oral experiences and Abe had never had a relationship with a woman develop that fast. With Darcy it had been months of trying to gain her attention. She was infatuated with Trevor. Only after their breakup did Darcy pay attention to Abe. Interestingly, Monica seemed to enjoy the sex with Abbie. How would she react to Abe? Abbie recalled that the first kiss had been with Abe. Monica broke Abbie?s reverie. "I can?t believe how you have grown into the Abbie role so quickly. I told you that we did some transformations before but these were men who cross dressed regularly. I like Abbie?s style." Monica blew out smoke. "You?re holding your breasts very naturally and to see you with that cigarette in your mouth is a huge turn on." "You were right," Abbie replied. "It gives my hands something to do, gives me a reason not to reply immediately and makes me look normal." "So Abbie, if plans don?t change, you will have dinner here at that restaurant. Depending on how the evening goes, you may want to go out with them. Or you may want to escape. Note where the toilets are and go in there and call me. OK?" Abbie took a deeper drag and crushed out her cigarette. "Thanks, Monica. I still don?t know if this is the right thing to do. I don?t know how Trevor will react or if Darcy has hinted about me." "It doesn?t matter anymore. I think you?re beyond the point of no return." Monica paused for a moment, ordered two more drinks and lit a cigarette. Abbie accepted Monica?s lit cigarette and watched as Monica lit her won. The small trace of Monica?s lipstick mingling with her own. "This will either confirm your relationship with Darcy or break it. I think you need to know exactly. She paid a lot of money to get you into a dress and you?ll know how she feels." Monica looked wistfully at Abbie. Abbie knew that Monica was right. She also knew that the relationship with Darcy had changed. This situation had been caused by Abe wanting to be there with Trevor and find acknowledgement as Darcy?s boyfriend. Abbie knew deep down that Abe could never meet Darcy?s sexual and emotional needs. She also knew that she couldn?t start a new relationship without a clean break. Otherwise Abe would be in the same position as Darcy had been after the break up with Trevor. Monica suddenly broke the mood of thought. She finished her drink and stubbed out her cigarette. She called for the tab. "Let?s get dinner and I want to take you somewhere you might like." They left the bar and headed for the restrooms. "Do you need help to go?" Monica asked. Abbie looked sheepish like a little child who needs a parent?s help. She nodded. Monica led her to the handicap stall. She helped raise Abbie?s dress and panty girdle enough to lower her panty. Abbie was done soon and Monica rearranged her clothes to be normal. "My turn," she whispered as she sat down. Abbie watched her and was surprised by these acts of intimacy. She had met Monica just a few days ago. Monica stood up and straightened her dress. "Girlfriends do this all the time," she whispered. They cleaned the hands and Monica watched as Abbie refreshed her lipstick. The dark cherry contrasting well. Monica did hers too and sprayed both with a small bottle of perfume. They walked to the valet. The valet recognized the two ladies instantly and handed Monica the key. She handed the valet a folded note, linked arms with Abbie and walked to the car. "One step ahead of the other," Monica whispered. "Swish your hips a little." Monica drove another fifteen minutes and parked near a brightly lit bar. She looked at Abbie. "I?ve never been here before but some of the men we helped change recommended this place. It has a small menu but should be fun." There was nothing for Abbie to reply. She stepped out. She was entirely in Monica?s hands. She was confident that Monica would not let any harm come to her. The sound of music wafted through as they entered through the small doorway. There was a large bar along one wall, small tables, a dance floor and a small stage. It was fairly typical of the smaller specialist club. The lady at the door was tall, almost 6 feet, with a rather large figure and large bust. Her makeup was heavy beneath a blonde bouffant wig. Large heavy earrings hung from her ears. The low cut dress was short and she wore 4" heels. Her smile was large from bright red lips. "Welcome," she said in a somewhat husky voice. "Now, which one of you is the dresser?" she asked. Monica laughed. "Guess?" she replied. "Since you answered, I am guessing the redhead is the dresser. She looks fabulous and is lucky to have a wife like you. I?m guessing those puppies are real. They look fantastic. No charge. Please go in and enjoy." Monica and Abbie looked at each other with big smiles and made their way to a small table. There was a mixed crowd but each table appeared to have at least one woman. With some it was easy to determine their gender. With others it was more difficult. There were also some genuine females accompanying their boyfriends, husbands or friends. Everybody appeared to be having a good time. A waitress, scantily dress in a bright green low cut dress which showed a massive bust and heavy makeup was there instantly. Her short flared skirt hid little. Her eyelashes were probably an inch long. Her hair was big and she wore long earrings. As she walked with their drinks order on 4" heels with a pronounced wiggle. Monica and Abbie admired the exaggerated femininity. ?See how well you have done in a few days. That lady has been dressing for years but couldn?t tell just by looking. So you know you?ll be fine tomorrow," Monica said as she lit cigarettes for them both. Abbie looked at Monica in the dim light, took a drag on her cigarette and blew out smoke. It seemed that this action always allowed her a moment to think. That lady?s remark certainly boosted her confidence. "I hope so," Abbie replied blowing out smoke. "I notice the cigarette is allowing you a pause?" Abbie looked a little embarrassed. "Yes, you were right. I never thought about it but it makes me look cool and I can use a few seconds to think." They took a sip of their drinks. A rather large lady, a little overweight and with heavy makeup came up to them. "Would you like to dance?" she asked Abbie. Abbie almost coughed from drawing too deeply on her cigarette. "Sorry lady, we just lit up. And Abbie here promised me the first dance. Later perhaps, OK?" Monica replied. She looked at Abbie trying to stay cool and now nervously puffing away. "Well, that shows you are attractive and getting attention. So you?ll have to dance with me later to keep up appearances." Abbie puffed away and said a brief "OK". They observed the couples talking, laughing and dancing. Nobody was alone. There were many ladies dancing together and a few men with ladies dancing very close even to a fast beat. "Time for a dance and then we better make a move," Monica said taking a last drag. Abbie too took a drag and stubbed out her cigarette. They went onto the small dance floor but it wasn?t crowded. The beat changed to a slow tune. All the dancers were in clinches. Monic didn?t hesitate pulling Abbie to her, breasts pressing and faces close as they swayed. Abbie was grateful for the slow movement and the closeness to Monica. "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?" Monica whispered. "I?ve had relationships that were quite deep but you do things to me." Abbie had no words. "I feel the same way even dressed as I am," she whispered back. "Maybe we are turning into lesbians....." Monica started to say when Abbie kissed her. Many others on the dance floor were in similar action. "I?m sorry..." Abbie whispered "You will be if you don?t kiss me later. We?ll talk later. Don?t want to mess up our lipstick ...." Monica said, breaking off the kiss. "She led Abbie back to their table. They finished their drinks and walked out. The drive back to Abbie?s apartment was in silence, each deep in their thoughts. They had known each other just a few days. Yet they had been exposed to each other?s bodies and had mutual sex. It had not come to full penetrative sex yet but there was mutual attraction. "I don?t want to smoke in the apartment, but need some nicotine now," Monica said lighting a cigarette. She rolled down her window. Abbie looked at her and then reached for the pack on the console. She lit the cigarette herself for the first time. "I didn?t mean to do that..," Abbie started. "Not sure what I was thinking. She took a deep drag and coughed a little. Monica looked at her. "If you hadn?t done that I would probably have started it. I am not sorry at all. I wanted it." A deep drag and she continued. "I know it?s only been a few days but somehow things are clicking. I?ve had several boyfriends and been sexually active, but somehow it feels different." "The same for me. Normally I never kissed girls in public like that and never dreamed I would kiss a girl dressed as a girl." Monica laughed. "Do you think we?re bi? I never kissed a girl before and not one with a stick at her crotch." Monica leaned and kissed Abbie on the lips. "Have you kissed a boy?" Abbie looked shocked. "Never!" Monica laughed again. "So, how do you like being Abbie?" Abbie looked at Monica seriously. "A week ago I would never have dreamed about this. I was too absorbed with Darcy. I can?t believe I agreed to do this just to protect Abbie. Look at me now. Abbie seems normal and, even stranger, I don?t feel guilty or uncomfortable. Especially around you." "I?ve never had a friend or boyfriend who dressed. I have helped men become women, but somehow my interest in your transformation has become personal. My dad said never to mix business and pleasure, but here I am. I love how you have become Abbie. Let?s go up." They threw away their butts and rolled up the windows. The walked together closely each occupied with their thoughts. They smoked in silence with intermittent looks at each other. After some deep drags, Monica threw out her cigarette and rolled up her window. Abbie followed suite. Monica held Abbie?s hands as they walked into her apartment. It was barely 11 pm. "I need some wine to relax," she said as Abbie opened the door. "I know where everything is." Abbie stood in her small living area not sure if Monica was upset or not. There was something unsaid although it was clear both wanted more intimate relations. Monica returned with two glasses and the half remaining bottle of wine. They clinked glasses and each took a sip. Monica put her glass down and approached close to Abbie. She took her glass also and placed it on the table. She put her arms around Abbie?s waist and drew her closer. "Now, I need you to make good on that ?sorry? in the club and finish what you started. Now where were we?" Abbie didn?t hesitate and pressed her lips against Monica?s. Their tongues did the work, thrusting, exploring and sucking gently and insistently. It was a long kiss and they both needed air. Their breasts pressed against each other as they stood for as moment hugging closely cheek to cheek. "Let?s get you changed. Tomorrow?s a big day," Monica said and led Abbie to the bedroom. After carefully removing all attachments, Abbie stood there in wig cap, full makeup, false eyelashes and a panty. Her breasts were bare. Monica admired the curious figure and how Abbie seemed completely at ease. She carefully pulled away the false eyelashes and led Abbie to the bathroom. "Are those dragging on your skin?" she asked feeling Abbie?s silicone forms. "I think we need to use a bra. Clean your face, especially the eyes with wipes and then use plenty of soap and water like yesterday. I?ll be right back." Abbie watched Monica?s careful work disappear on the wipes and the washcloth. It was strange to see the rather dramatic change. With those breasts glued on, she would be Abbie for at least another twenty-four hours. In some ways, Abbie felt at an advantage that she could change from Abe to Abbie and back with some work. Monica did not have that choice. Monica returned a few moments later with a demi bra which she hooked on at the back. Abbie passed her hand through the straps and soon there was support. She turned Abbie around and inspected her face. With a cotton bud she removed some eyeliner and pronounced all clear. She also re-inserted the studs into Abbie?s ears after cleaning out the holes. Abbie wondered if she wanted to keep using the studs or stop and have the holes heal. "I?ll need to clean my face and see you in the bedroom." Monica started to use the wipes on her face. Abbie didn?t move, looking at Monica. "What is it?" Monica asked. "Regrets? Doubts?" "No," Abbie replied softly. "Then what is it? Fear?" "Yes, but I wanted to know if you were going to stay the night." Monica looked at Abbie for a few moments. This was new to both of them. Both had passions, rising expectations but also some concerns. "Abbie, I am shocked that I started this advance on you. I feel a great attraction to Abe and Abbie. I have never done anything like this so quickly. I don?t know what you think but I do want..." Abbie hugged Monica and kissed her hard. "I?ve never forced myself onto a girl. Darcy always forced me and was always the decision maker. I am not used to this pace either but I want you to know that I really am developing feelings for you." Monica hugged him back, planted a light kiss on Abie?s lips and replied. "So is it Abe of Abbie who wants to get closer?" Abbie was a little set back by this question. This would have been a good moment to have a cigarette to create a thinking pause. She realized Abe didn?t smoke. Abbie was learning the habit and was enjoying it slowly. "Does it matter? I can be Abe or Abbie whatever is your choice." Monica smiled. "I?ll hold you to that promise. Seriously I would love to spend the night and play around. But, I can?t let you enter me today. I have my reasons and I?ll explain some time." Monica paused. "Don?t look so glum. We had a good time with our hands, mouth and bodies last night, didn?t us?" "Yes," Abbie replied hesitantly, desperate to know more. "Now go and get ready. I?ll be there soon," Monica said pushing her out of the small bathroom. Abbie felt a little confused. She had hoped they would have normal sex tonight in every way possible. Monica had not minded, indeed encouraged her to keep her bra and forms last night. She had suggested they have sex as they did last night which had been great. Today she had no choice with the glued forms. But she still had something between her legs and she wanted to prove to Monica she could perform normally with it. This was the Abe part wanting to prove his manliness. Abbie?s thoughts were interrupted by Monica?s arrival. She could see the confusion on Abbie?s face. She wore a flimsy robe with nothing underneath. She hugged Abbie. "You need to relax. Tomorrow is a big day for you ? and me. So let?s enjoy. OK?" She kissed Abbie aggressively, one hand roaming the body down to where there was a growing bulge. With the other she pulled Abbie in with her hand around Abbie?s neck. There was no doubt that Abbie was excited and that was Monica?s intent. She pulled Abbie by her penis into the bedroom between heavy bouts of kissing. Monica sat on the edge of the bed. She had shed her robe and was completely naked. Abbie looked down at her. One of her hands was massaging her sac, the other slowly stroking her penis. They were looking at each other trying to understand where this would lead. Monica took the head into her mouth, keeping it there. Her tongue explored the folds in the foreskin, then the head back in her mouth. Abbie had trouble controlling her impending orgasm. She took it in deeper than back to the tip and Abbie began thrusting harder. Monica didn?t miss a beat as her nose finally touched Abbie?s pubic hair. She sucked slowly from tip to root knowing that there would be a big load coming out soon. Abbie did indeed erupt seep and Monica continued her sucking, tongue seeking the pulsing vein. Monica continued her slow sucking even as it became soft. "I hope you are more relaxed now," She said standing up. Abbie kissed her hard. She was used to kissing Darcy after her eruption and did not mind her own taste. "The night?s not over just yet. We don?t have an early start." Monica lay on the bed and invited Abbie to join her. Abbie wanted to use her tongue on Monica but she wanted to be kissed and stroked first. She was waiting for Abbie to recover before she repeated her oral action. Abbie lay on top of her, trying to adjust to the breasts on her chest. Monica reached around and undid the hook and pulled the bra away. Now it was a silicone breast against warm flesh and blood. But the two ladies saw no distinction. Abbie?s flaccid penis gave no indication of a difference down there either. Monica pulled Abbie?s face down, their mouths inches apart. "I don?t understand what is happening, Abbie. But I haven?t felt this way about somebody for a long time." Monica lightly kissed Abbie. "I can?t believe it?s only a few days since we met. So much has happened and tomorrow..." Monica kissed Abbie hard interrupting her. "You?re not backing out now. Remember what you said. I?ll be there with you ? most of the time anyway. No more doubts. Now I need you to take care of me there down there before I burst." She put her hands around Abbie?s neck and pressed her down to her lips, attacking her with tongue and hands. It didn?t take long for Abbie to slide down and reverse position. Monica?s slit was wet and dripping liquid. Abbie licked up the juices gently, spreading the lips with those dark tipped nails. This was a different angle for her to thrust her tongue deeply into Monica but it seemed Monica was already there. Her hips bucked and she moaned before trying to swallow Abbie?s still soft penis deep down her throat. Her orgasm was intense as she tried to hold Abbie?s head and tongue at that spot. Twice she erupted and Abbie slowly licked off the copious amount of juice that flowed. Monica?s sucking of Abbie?s penis yielded results too and it would take some time before both were able to orgasm. That was plenty of time for mouths, lips and tongue to slowly explore the crevices and folds until they could erupt again. Monica?s fingers moved to the rim of Abbie?s anus. She didn?t insert her finger because of nails. She noted that Abbie?s wiggle made it a possibility. It was many minutes before they each broke away, satiated in orgasmic bliss. They faced each other and kissed ignoring and even savoring their own juices in and around their partner?s mouth. They fell asleep facing each other, arms around each other. Their faces were inches apart. The morning came too soon but Monica woke first around 7.30 and saw her arms around the Abbie. Her face was devoid of makeup but the breasts were secure and female. Monica kissed them knowing Abbie would not feel anything. Still she had never had a nipple in her mouth as an adult. Her movements caused Abbie to stir awake. "Good morning," she whispered just seeing the top of Monica?s head as she suckled. "Do you wish they were real?" she said stroking Monica?s head. Monica turned to Abbie. "I haven?t woken up next to somebody in a long time, and certainly not a female. I couldn?t resist the temptation. They looked so perfect. I have never sucked on a nipple before so this is new." Abbie smiled. "They?re just silicone but I felt the pull. It was nice to wake up to that. Coffee?" "Yes, I?ll grab a robe. Better put your bra back on." Monica leaned over and grabbed the bra at the side of the bed and attacked it to Abbie?s breasts. She planted a kiss on the back of her neck. It was a gesture of intimacy that neither had experienced before. Abbie too grabbed the robe Monica had lent her and padded to the kitchen. Neither she nor Monica bothered with panties. Over coffee and toast, they each looked satiated with a glow that comes from being satisfied sexually and totally at ease with their partner. It was odd for Monica to observe the bulge of Abbie?s breasts with a male face and head. She didn?t mind. In fact, she thought she liked the duality. Abbie could be boy or girl as Monica wanted. Each felt strange. The attraction was mutual, the sex very satisfying but Abbie felt that Monica had some concerns. These were probably about Darcy, Abbie reasoned. She would communicate when she was ready. Besides today was a big day for Abbie and perhaps Monica was concerned for her too. For her part, Abbie was content. She knew there was no easy way out and she wanted to outsmart Darcy who wouldn?t expect her to be so feminine. "So, we need to go to the salon after a lunch somewhere. I?ll have the girls work on your mani- and pedicure. We need to match your nails to the dress. Giselle can restyle the wig a little and then either Sara or I will do your makeover. I want to do it like we did last night with the eyebrows and lashes. You looked fabulous. I have to pick up a special lipstick at a specialty store. We?ll come back here and then get you dressed. We should be ready early but we need to make sure you don?t have 5?O clock shadow. I?ll call Darcy to check that everything is on track." Monica didn?t voice her concern that Darcy had not called yesterday at all. She thought that perhaps Trevor had come in late and Darcy had other things to take her mind off Abbie. "OK," Abbie replied. "Yes, the look last night was great. Pedicure?" She was trying to remember all the finer points of being a lady and was determined to show Darcy that her plan backfired. Her night with Monica only made her more determined. She still wasn?t sure if Monica wanted Abe or Abbie after all of this was over. But she had made up her mind that Darcy was in her past. "Oh yes, a girl needs both to really feel good. You?ll be a knockout. Ready for that?" Abbie took a sip of coffee. "OK." She could understand the need to reinforce the female image. She would need all the help she could get. "Take a shower and I?ll check for hair. There shouldn?t be anything but I?ll check," Monica said and started to organize her makeup box. Then she went into the bedroom and began to organize the clothes for Abbie. It was some time later she entered the steam filled bathroom. Abbie had just stepped out of the shower and finished shaving. She was drying herself. Monica explored her body with fingers making sure there was no hair anywhere below the neck. She also checked that the forms were glued firmly and that the edges could hardly be seen. She made sure she accidentally touched Abbie?s growing penis. The panty girdle would keep her member down but it could get uncomfortable. It would need to be drained to keep it from rising tonight. "Doesn?t this thing ever get tired?" Monica asked sitting down on the toilet seat. Her hands were stroking Abbie?s penis and it was rising. Abbie looked down embarrassed. "You?re touching it," she replied softly. "Well, yes, but it seems to react every time I come near it. Perhaps it is sending a message." "I don?t know...," Abbie began to say when Monica took all of her penis deep into her mouth. Her lips were against Abbie?s pubic hair. Monica sucked slowly from tip to root but Abbie didn?t have control to last long. A few more of those slow tip to root movements found Abbie erupting down Monica?s throat. "A girl needs to know how to treat her lover?s penis," Monica replied looking up to see Abbie?s reaction. "That?s when she gets to enjoy the outcum." Her suggestion caused Abbie?s cheeks to flush. "You should try it some time." Abbie looked down at Monica with the just the tip of her penis in her mouth. "Well, when you get a penis, I?ll give it a try." "I?ll work on that," Monica laughed and rose, checked that Abbie?s face and neck were smooth and led her to the bedroom. She looked at the small digital clock by Abbie?s bed. It was past 9.30. She pulled out her cell phone and indicated to Abbie to be silent. "Hi Darcy, how are you? All set for the big date tonight?" "Oh yes, I?m looking forward to it," was Darcy?s enthusiastic reply. "How?s our girl coming along?" "Well, she looks good and is feeling more comfortable. I told her to keep practicing her walk. We went out last night and she did OK." Monica pulled Abbie to her to listen to Darcy. "So what are the plans for today? What time will you be at the salon?" There was a pause. There was the sound of traffic and it appeared that Darcy was in her car. "I just cancelled the appointment," Darcy replied. "I have too much to do and I promised to pick Trevor up. He?s due in a couple of hours." "Oh. So no later appointment for you?" "I won?t have time. I?ll drop Trevor at the Marriott and he will have a meeting with his boss. I?ll then go home and get ready. I think I can do my own makeup. I had my nails done yesterday." "So what time do you want to meet Abbie?" "I think the reservation is at eight, so about 7.30 for a drink. She can take a cab as there may be Friday night traffic." "Is it still the Marriott?" "Yes. I called to confirm the reservation. Monica, I am relying on you to get Abbie perfect. I want to give Trevor a good time." "What do you mean by good time? Does Abbie know what she needs to do?" "No, he I mean she wanted to be there so badly. If I?m going to share my time with Trevor, I?ll want her to play along and be...let?s say friendly." "Tell me so I can set the scene for her. You know she?s nervous about this and I don?t want to spoil it for anybody. I remember what you said last time." "Yes, well, if she wants to be a woman for Trevor, she shouldn?t be surprised if he makes a play for her. I think Trevor might like being with two beautiful women." "What if he wants to.. you know.. go further than shaking hands? He?ll discover his secret and beat her up." "No, don?t worry. I won?t let him fuck her. But she could use her mouth and hands because it?ll be her time of the month. He?ll like that. Abbie won?t have a choice as if she refuses, her secret might come out and there will be problems." Darcy laughed. "Abe wanted this so now he?s got it." "Isn?t that going too far? I mean he seems to be a nice guy and obviously wants to protect you. I hope you know what you?re doing." "Oh, yes. Abe is like a little lapdog and will do anything to continue with me after Trevor is gone. Look how easily he agreed to dressing up. I don?t think he?s had many girlfriends so I know he?ll do anything." Monica saw the look on Abbie?s face and pulled her more closely to her giving her a reassuring hug. "Well, I?ll get her looking good and try to be less nervous. Darcy, I just thought of something. If you don?t mind, I?ll go take a drink with her at the bar in the Marriott. Maybe it?ll relax her and avoid a cab." "Oh, Monica, that?s a great idea. I would be ever so grateful. I think Trevor?s boss might join us." "OK. I?ve things to do and Abbie will look great. She?s nervous so go easy. OK? Monica and Abbie heard a loud laugh and the "Bye." Abbie?s look had changed completely. She had a small smile on her face. Monica was worried that she was misreading the look. "Are you OK?" she asked pulling Abbie into a deep hug. "She?s a bitch." "Monica, do whatever you want. I want to look the sexiest you can make me. I?m in your hands and will agree to anything?" Abbie?s smile was a little bigger now. "Anything? What happened to the nervous Abbie? Did I miss something? So, tell!" "Well, it seems Darcy wants me to entertain Trevor. I am going to do just that and then leave him hanging." "God, I wish I could be there. I?m very glad you decided not to give in. So, now how do I make you look even better?" Abbie looked at her with a sly smile. "I know you?ll come up with ideas. I?ll do whatever you want." "Well, the new look with those eyebrows painted on and the red dress Darcy wants you to wear, how would you like a different but still sexy look?" Abbie looked at her. She couldn?t imagine it. "You want me to look different?" The sly grin showed she was getting into the right mood, determined to outdo Darcy. "You will be gorgeous in that red dress when I am done. I have an idea. I see a vengeful streak in the new Abbie. We may need to move your sideburns even higher to expose your ears with earrings from pierced ears. I think it would be striking with that red dress." Monica laughed. "Anyway, costs nothing to try." "Can we check it first? Short sideburns are a small price to pay if the look works," Abbie replied softly, deep in thought. "Darcy is expecting a redhead so a change may unsettle her a little. She may not recognize me." Abbie seemed to accept the look Monica suggested. "Trust me, you?ll look fabulous. Darcy has cancelled so we have more time. Still I think we need to be ready early." Abbie was silent for a moment. "OK, whatever you say." "We need some last minute items and I still have Darcy?s card. You?ll need a matching purse too. Let?s give it a last workout." Both ladies laughed at this comment from Monica. "Let?s get you ready." This meant another skirt and blouse, stockings and the low heeled shoes. Ear studs were replaced, and a light makeup applied. Lipstick was dark crimson suitable for daytime. The red wig sat neatly on Abbie?s head. It took Monica under thirty minutes to shower and change. It was past 11 am when they left for the mall. First stop was a large department store. Monica knew exactly what she was looking for. It was a small red sequin studded purse which matched the color of the dress. It had a long gold chain which could be attached and then hung from the shoulder. At the makeup counter she had selected some items including a special lipstick, false eyelashes and another small item. Abbie couldn?t see exactly what as she was trying out a perfume that the sales lady was demonstrating. They went on to the accessory counter. Monica was looking for some specific earrings. After much searching she found a pair of earrings with small black stones set in golden frame which hung in a strand. They were artificial judging by the price but they looked nice. Monica inserted them into Abbie?s ear and pleased with the look, removed them and reo=inserted the studs. "Let?s look in Victoria?s Secret for some special stockings which I have seen in the catalogs," Monica said as they walked the passage to that store. Monica walked up to the hosiery section and found what she was looking for. Abbie looked on with interest as Monica had firm ideas of what she was looking for. Happy with her purchases, Monica suggested they have lunch in that same Italian restaurant as before. At midday the garden was quite busy but there was a small table for two under an umbrella. Monica ordered white wine and tuna salads. "So, Abbie, tell me how you feel. You seem to be determined to go through with this." Monica sipped her wine and opened her purse for a cigarette. "I normally don?t smoke till the evening but today..." "I know, I feel like one too. I?ll buy a pack for tonight," Abbie interrupted. Monica laughed. "Abbie, in five days you?ve become an attractive lady, learned to act walk and talk, and even taken up a bad habit. What more are you going to do?" Monica saw the look on Abbie?s face. "What?s the matter? I meant that as a complement. Really." Abbie lit her cigarette and blew out smoke. She took a few puffs and used the time to find a response. "I am wondering what happens to Abbie tomorrow," Abbie replied looking directly at Monica. It was Monica?s turn to draw on her cigarette as a pause for thought. "I know how this started, but just five days in, how do you feel about being Abbie?" "I feel more confident, and totally at ease much to my surprise. Look at me. Why wouldn?t I like me? I have you to thank for that." "And after tonight?" Monica asked. Abbie continued to smoke, thinking. "I think I would like to be Abbie sometimes." "I sense a bit. You do look good and I see the way your personality changes, but there is something else, isn?t there? Care to share?" "I want to share with you but am worried....." Abbie crushed out her cigarette and immediately lit another. "Look we talked about tonight. You?ll be fine. I won?t be far away, you know." "There?s one thing I wanted to ask," Abbie said hesitantly. "What? We?ve done things I didn?t do with my boyfriends after weeks. Yet, we have done some things after two days which surprised me. I liked doing it and it came naturally." Monica blew out smoke. "So, even though it?s only been a few days, we have been through a lot together. I admire what you are doing. So tell me." Abbie inhaled smoke and blew it out. "I can?t explain me either but I want us to be closer. I like Abbie very much. I am wondering how you see Abe or Abbie as your ... your friend." Monica?s smile would have lit up a room. "Now, that is interesting. I like Abe and Abbie. I can see some interesting adventures. Tell you what, let?s get through tonight and we can talk. We are close and I will help you but let?s get tonight behind us. Much will depend on how tonight ends." Monica looked at her watch and stubbed out her cigarette, "It?s a little early but let?s get you into the dress and then head off to the salon. We can do everything there. OK," Abbie said also anxious to change the subject. On the way to the car Monica stopped at a small shop and came back out with a small bag. They walked to, the car. They entered the car and Monica started the engine. She then opened the bag and too out a pack of cigarettes and a small lighter. She opened the pack, lit a cigarette and handed it to Abbie. She lit a second for herself. She lowered the windows on both sides. "So, I got you a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I didn?t want then to feel you were putting on a show with a new pack. So, let?s finish these and head to your place. I need to make a quick stop in my building." There were a few moments of silence. "Abbie, I really want us to be close. But this is not the time to talk. Can we talk after all of this?" Abbie looked a Monica, took a deep drag and expelled smoke. "You?re right. I need to finish this tonight and whatever happens, I know you have been at my side, I really..lo....appreciate that." Monica put her free hand on Abbie?s thigh. "I feel the same so we have time to talk later. OK?" She leaned and planted a small kiss on Abbie?s lips. "It?ll be all OK." They drove off to Monica?s apartment. It was also small but in a better area. As Abbie looked on, Monica packed some items into a small hold all including a black dress which she zipped in a suit carrier. Opened and closed some drawers and finally pulled some shoes out of her closet. The drive to Abbie?s apartment was short. Each seemed pre-occupied with their thought. Abbie?s goals for the evening were clear. Those of Monica not so. Each seemed to understand that this was an important moment in their developing relationship. "OK, Abbie, let?s prepare for your big night. Ready?" Monica asked. "Yes," came a definitive and spontaneous response from Abbie. "So, we?ll get you dressed in the red outfit, put on a light makeup with the red wig and go to the salon. I talked to Giselle and they know what to do. So undress completely and we?ll check for hair. One of the girls will help shave you very closely later." Monica followed Abbie into the bedroom. "First put all the thing you need in your purse on the counter." Abbie removed her thin wallet from the black purse together with some tissues. She left the other items in then old purse. "So you don?t think you?ll need the condoms later?" Monica asked. Her smile showed she was teasing. Abbie didn?t respond and began stripping down as Monica laid out the items neatly on the bed. Monica ran her hands all over Abbie?s body and checked for stubble or stray hair. There was nothing. Her hands did stray to Abbie?s growing member. "It?ll be really uncomfortable if you can?t control this guy," Monica said stroking it to hardness. "What do you suggest we do about it?" Now one hand slowly stroked the penis whilst the other massaged each ball in its sac. Monica was standing very close to Abbie and was looking into Abbie?s eyes. "Well?" She continued to stroke it gently whilst Abbie said nothing and tried hard to control an eruption. Monica sat on the edge of the bed and drew Abbie closer. "After all this trouble, I don?t want you to be thinking with the little head tonight. You need to be thinking with that big head. Darcy will do her best to tease and humiliate you. But you won?t rise to all that, will you?" Monica?s smiled as she saw Abbie trying to control herself. She kissed the head and then inserted the head into her mouth. Without taking her eyes off Abbie?s she moved deeper and deeper and continued her massage of the sac. Abbie released all she had in a few minutes which Monica swallowed. She kissed the head, licking the foreskin, then rose and kissed Abbie deeply. "Cant mess up your makeup after you become a doll. Can?t have leaks into your panties either, can we? Now, I hope you?ll keep it down for the evening," she said. The corset was next. Before she tightened the laces finally, Monica inserted some small foam pads at the bottom of the cups. This served to push Abbie?s breasts even higher and look fuller when the laces were tightened fully. "Just a little lift to make them look fuller," Monica said with a smile. "You may look bigger than Darcy and she?ll be mad." Even Abbie had to smile at that comment. Monica opened the stockings she had purchased at Victoria?s Secret. They were just 10 denier red stockings with a matching garter belt. They were almost transparent but gave Abbie?s legs a light red sheen, matching the dress and the shoes. The red frilled panty was next. The panty girdle was next and Monica ensured the pads giving volume to Abbie?s behind. With the enhanced breasts pushing out and a flat belly and enhanced behind, Abbie?s female shape was going to attract attention. "I?m jealous," Monica said. "Abbie?s figure is better than Darcy?s or mine." After a moment of thought Abbie replied. "Maybe. But you have natural assets. Mine are all artificial and can be removed." "Are you sure about that? I may forget where I put that solvent." "Then I guess you?ll be employing a new receptionist in your salon till these forms fall off." "Well, if the receptionist works out, we might have to stop buying that solvent," Monica replied instantly. "I might like to see my receptionist getting ready every day with elaborate makeup, regular perms, tight skirts and high heels. Might even start to get some male customers." They were smiling but there was an air of tension. Abbie knew she would be under pressure from Darcy and Trevor who may or may not know her true gender. She was determined to go through with it and turn the tables on Darcy. But she also knew when it came to face to face situations, Darcy held the upper hand. Abbie had heard Darcy?s comments and her lack of interest in meeting Abe/Abbie over the last few days, or even ask how Abbie looked, reinforced Abbie?s belief that Darcy had no affection for Abe. As Darcy had said, Abe was a ?lapdog?. That hurt. For Monica it was a different test. In the short time of several days she had grown close to Abbie. She had thrown herself at Abe to the point she may have encouraged him to become Abbie. Surprisingly, they had started sexual relations within almost a day of Monica being introduced to Abe and Abbie. This was new. She was not promiscuous but she felt a strong attraction to a man who was willing to risk humiliation and become a woman just to protect his girlfriend. It was Darcy?s idea but Abe had not rejected it. She sincerely believed that Abe?s relationship to Darcy had changed. Perhaps she had nudged him in that direction. Nevertheless, whatever her thoughts were, Abe would meet Darcy in his new guise as Abbie. Would their relationship be re- kindled that Darcy would feel more attracted to Abbie? It seemed that each had these thoughts in their minds but needed to see this charade through to the end. "OK, the dress. Hold your hands out," Monica said and pulled Darcy?s red dress over Abbie?s head. Monica tugged and pulled it down. It came halfway down to the knee. The many layers of a red chiffon contrasted with the light stretched red of the stockings. The dress had a thin satin lining. The cut of the neckline showed the quarter moon shapes of two well-formed breasts. Abbie held on to Monica?s shoulders as she stepped into the 3" red stilettos. Monica rose and held her around the waist until she found her balance. There was strain on her calf muscles but she didn?t plan to walk far. "Incredible," was all Monica was able to say. "Be warned. Trevor is going to fall all over you. So sit at the vanity whilst I apply a light makeup." Abbie did as instructed. After applying a wig cap and taping it down firmly, Monica applied a light foundation, mascara, a hint of blush and a red lipstick. Monica explained that the new lipstick would be used with the new look she was planning for Abbie. Finally the red wig was secured in place. "We?ll use all the other items at the salon on your final makeover. Let?s get your purse and insert all you need." The new red purse close matched the dress. The gold chain was long and would hang from the shoulder. Monica inserted Abbie?s purse, some tissues and some makeup items. She took two small sachets from the old purse and held out the condoms for Abbie to see. "If you get tempted you need protection." She also inserted a small compact and showed Abbie how to snap it open. "I want you to open the compact and freshen your lipstick after you?ve eaten. The new lipstick will also be there with a small spray of perfume. We?ll use that in the salon before we leave. Don?t overdo it. I put a tube of mascara but don?t think you?ll need it." Monica was smiling at the look on Abbie?s face as she went through the application of lipstick in front of Darcy and Trevor. "Be careful. Don?t go outside your lip line." "OK," was Abbie?s soft reply. Monica went to her purse and took out a slim gold case. She opened her pack of cigarettes and transferred six cigarettes into the case. There was a small gold lighter. "These were my mother?s and I use them when I have big functions. It?s better than having a big pack. I assume you?ll want to smoke." "I think so. I like how it allows me to pause." "OK. As you like. I think that?s everything. Except for those blue nails, which we?ll change, you look ravishing. I?ll take my dress and shoes to the salon. I can change there whilst they are working on you." Monica reminded Abbie to swish her hips gently placing one foot in front of the other. The higher heels would need a different balance. "Don?t worry, I don?t think Trevor and Darcy want to see your back. But it?ll keep you in the mood." A short drive and they were at Monica?s salon. Monica called them en route and the ladies were waiting. The salon was expecting to be quite busy but Monica had arranged that the manicurist would be ready In that red dress, Abbie stood out and some ladies made some approving remarks. This boosted Abbie?s ego. Because it was Monica?s salon, they had reserved a seat at the very far corner. Abbie would be visible but her manicure and makeup would take time and the other clients would change. The young girl manicurist, Salina, began to remove the dark blue color revealing the pink nails glued underneath. She had the bright red color out. The girl applied several coats, painstakingly slow but the end result was spectacular. Abbie noticed how her nails matched her dress and hidden toenails. Monica came to see Abbie with Giselle. "I have discussed the look I would like to see on you and Giselle agrees. I am going to leave you in her capable hands. I am going to change." Giselle turned Abbie?s chair around away from the mirror. "I do think Monica has a great idea. I think I know what she wants. So be patient. This might take some time. I?m going to give you a close shave with my cut-throat. So don?t move suddenly. OK" Giselle had a big smile as she saw Abbie?s look. "Don?t look so worried. I know how to use it. We have a portable curtain which we will bring. Don?t want our patrons to see us shaving a lady." Her grin was broad. Within a few minutes, Giselle and Salina had moved a lightweight partition between Abbie?s chair and the other patrons. Behind the opaque wall, Giselle went to work. First they removed Abbie?s red wig and earrings exposing her taped down wig cap. A rather heavy plastic cape was attached around the neck. Additionally, Giselle placed a thin towel around Abbie?s neck. Then the work began in earnest wiping her face with wipes and hot towels. Abbie couldn?t see but knew her face was a blank pallet for Giselle?s artistry. A hot spray foam covered her face from sideburn to sideburn down her neck. She even covered Abbie?s eyebrows. Abbie was startled but couldn?t say anything with the cutthroat in Giselle?s hand. "We may as well shave off the brows, right? Monica said you had to look perfect," Giselle said and began to shave off the foam. Giselle had sharpened the blade on a strop. Her actions were firm and Abbie felt part of her sideburns disappear. Above her lip and down her neck, the razor removed hair. Giselle use the razor in both directions. As the last item, Giselle used the razor on the brows. She could see Abbie?s nervous reaction and tried to hide her laugh. She had use the reverse of the razor so that only the foam was removed. Abbie was so nervous, she didn?t notice the change. A soothing hot towel then covered the face. Moisturizing lotion soothes the skin. It felt great but Abbie was unable to run her hands over her smooth skin. Giselle smiled at Abbie?s reaction. "It is smooth as a baby?s cheek. The perfect canvas. Your brows will look perfect." Giselle laughed loudly seeing Abbie?s look. "Here let me show you." She brought a hand mirror for Abbie who appeared confused at seeing her brows. "Relax, it was a joke. You were so scared I might cut you. Monica would kill me if I did that without her permission." Abbie saw the joke and smiled. "Yes, you scared the hell out of me. How would I go to work? I?d be laughed at." "No, that?s not true. You?d just have to wear a corset, dress and heels with some makeup and you?ll only get admiring looks. OK. Time to get serious. I wish my boyfriend would allow me to work on him like this. He?d look great in a dress." Giselle went to work. The eyebrows were glued down and powdered? concealer and the whole face and neck covered in a liquid foundation. A fine powder was then applied and the blank canvas of Abbie?s face was ready for more detailed work. Using a similar template as Monica, two very thin eyebrows with high arch were drawn. Several colors of shadow were blended and applied to the eyebrows. A thin line was applied with liquid liner around the eyes. Medium length false eyelashes were glued on; mascara applied. Rouge was brushed high on the cheek and finally a fine dark red pencil outlined the lips. Then came many layers of lipstick with blotting and layers of gloss. Abbie had sat patiently through the process and asked no questions. Giselle was concentrating on her work and didn?t appear to want to talk. "OK. We?re almost there but still a few things. So be patient." Giselle smiled. "You do look gorgeous and will have to fight men off." Giselle left the station leaving Abbie wondering how she looked. She blinked her eyes adjusting to the new eyelashes. Giselle had applied a lot of mascara to the top and even bottom lashes. Monica had promised a new look. Giselle came back with some items and went behind Abbie. She tugged at the wig cap ensuring it was firm. A wig was then pulled over her head from the front and tugged until it sat firmly at the back. Abbie felt some pins secure then wig to the cap. A brush refreshed the wig. Giselle inserted the earrings which was a long open hook into her pierced earlobes. A ring with a large oval stone in a blood red was placed on middle finger of her right hand. "Sorry Abbie, I have instructions from Monica to wait for her before you see your new look. How do you feel? You look great even if I say so myself. I?ll remove the cape so you can stand. Be careful." Abbie looked at Giselle?s face. She seemed genuinely pleased with Abbie?s look. "I feel good. Hope it has the effect we want," Abbie said standing up with Giselle?s help. It had been almost 90 minutes and her legs were stiff. But she found her balance. "Well, if the guy you are hoping to impress doesn?t react, take him to a morgue. He doesn?t have red blood flowing in his veins." Giselle paused. "Here?s Monica." Monica entered the room and Abbie gaped at her. She wore a very short silver dress, no sleeves and with a deep cleavage. Her shoes were even higher at probably 4". Her makeup was flawless. She wore heavy mascara but didn?t appear to have false eyelashes. Monica stopped and looked at Abbie. Her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God," she shrieked. "How can anyone ignore this babe? She looks so hot. Giselle, she?s more than I imagined. Thanks. Abbie, take a look." Monica and Giselle stood at Abbie?s side as they turned her around to view herself in the large mirror of the styling station. Abbie was speechless. A beautiful lady in a red dress stood there unable to speak. It was beyond her wildest dream. Abbie had become a bombshell with a curly dark blonde wig in a pixie cut style. The earrings were clearly visible from her pierced ears. Her breasts stood proud and there was no visible bulges in unwanted places. The face was flawless; the thin drawn eyebrows created a sassy look. The dark eyelashes with carefully blended grey and red shadow were those belonging to a fashion model out on the town. "Monica, this may be a little OTT but I think it will perfect the sassy look. Shall I?" "Giselle, you?ve done incredibly well and charge a fat tip onto Darcy?s card. Yes, do what you think." "I love it," Giselle shrieked. "Nobody lets me do what I want when they come here. So I was very happy to create a look for Abbie. With or without a tip, it was great!" Giselle turned Abbie around away from the mirror and took out a small box from the counter. She had something else in her hand too and a moment later approached Abbie. One hand was encased in a clear plastic glove. "Hold still," Giselle told Abbie. "Sorry, there?ll be a moment?s discomfort but it?ll be worth it. " Even Monica standing close by didn?t see what the intended action was. Giselle pressed something to the left side of Abbie?s nose and inserted the tip of her gloved hand into the left nostril and pressed. It took but a second and Abbie was startled. She thought her nose had been pierced too, Giselle turned Abbie so that all three could see the result. Abbie now sported a small stud with a sparkling stone on her left nostril. It was small and very attractive. "Don?t worry," Giselle said. "I used a spirit gum and it?ll come off quite easily. Next time you may want a piercing. I think it completes the look." "Incredible," was all Monica could say. Abbie stared at her reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by the transformation from a nondescript Abe to an incredible, sassy beauty Abbie. "Abbie, give yourself a short burst of that perfume in your purse. Time to celebrate. Ready?" Abbie hugged Giselle. "Thanks. I can?t believe what you have done," she whispered. It was around 6.45 when they arrived at the Marriott. The valet sprang to attention instantly when he saw two very attractive ladies alight from the car. "Good evening ladies," the young valet greeted them "We won?t be too long and your colleague said he could park the car further down as we might need to move quickly," Monica said with a bright smile. "That must be Brad. Sure, I can park it there and keep an eye on it." "Well, thanks, Chris," Monica said reading his name tag. "I?ll be sure to ask for you." The two ladies linked arms and swished into the hotel. It was a Friday and busier than the last time. They walked to the bar area as if they were very familiar with the layout. Many eyes followed them. Two attractive ladies were not an unusual sight here but each time they attracted many male and female eyes. The stools at the bar were occupied but they saw a small group of chairs with a table opposite the bar and moved to it. The back drop was the wall and Monica and Abbie sat so they could see all entrants to the bar. Both ladies sat down and were grateful they were not deep leather chairs where getting up would be difficult. A waiter was there instantly and Monica ordered flutes of champagne. "So, Abbie, this is the big night. How do you feel?" Monica asked taking out her cigarettes. Abbie knew the drill and also lit up using her case and lighter. Monica smiled at the ease of which Abbie opened the case and took out a cigarette with those blood red nails. Calmly she took out the lighter, lit her cigarette and carefully put the case and lighter back in her purse. "God, Abbie, I can?t believe you?ve only been doing this a few days. So natural." After inhaling again she asked. "Do you think Darcy will recognize you?" Abbie blew out smoke. "I?ll wave but she will be surprised." "We?re all surprised at how you?ve changed in just a few days, Abbie. I know I helped but you seemed to want this." Abbie smoked in silence for a moment. "I heard what she told you. She hates me or uses me. I don?t give her.." "Now, stop thinking of that. Tonight you?re going to show her you?re strong and cannot be manipulated. I?m sorry I can?t be there with you but this is something you have to do, you must decide for yourself. If you don?t show her today, it will take a long time for you to be able to be yourself." Monica smoked in silence for a moment. "I?m going to leave just before 7.30 so you can meet her alone." Abbie looked at Monica. "Will you be there if I call?" "I promised not to be too far away." "I need to do this by myself. I know she will try to humiliate me but I have made up my mind. Can we talk later? I have something I want to tell you." "Sure. What is it?" Monica asked stubbing out her cigarette. "I?m going to finish my drink and go to the bathroom. You saw it. When I am done, I will see if Darcy is there and escape. Call me if you need me." Monica rose, hugged Abbie and told her to be brave. "I won?t be far away. Call or text if you need help." Monica walked away to the restroom area. She didn?t want Darcy to see her with Abbie. She could observe discreetly and move away when all was clear. Abbie sat there with an almost empty glass contemplating the night. A waiter came by, cleared the glass and replaced the ashtray. Abbie declined another drink till her guests came. She thought of lighting a cigarette to pass the time but knew she should wait for Darcy to have the full effect. Had it only been 5 days? She knew from the look of the people in the bar that she was an attractive lady waiting for her beau. She had expected to be more nervous, but she felt more at ease. Darcy?s conversations with Monica showed her that Darcy was out to humiliate Abe. What better way than to put him in a dress. She expected a frumpy terror-stricken girl that would be the butt of Trevor?s jokes all evening. That is probably why Darcy had shown interest to see Abbie. Well, she would show Darcy that Abe was not quite the wimp she thought he was. Whilst these thoughts were going through their minds, she saw Darcy enter the bar with two men, one on either side if her. She was dressed in a short black dress and high heels. She looked great and perfectly at ease with her companions. Trevor that Abe recognized, was around 6 ft. tall, broad shouldered and wore a sports coat. The other gentleman wore a suit but had removed his tie. Abbie waited till they were close and waved to Darcy with the red ?tipped hand. "Darcy," she called out. Darcy was busy sharing a joke with the two gentlemen when she heard her name. She was startled not expecting to see a beautiful blonde. She recognized the dress and moved toward the seated figure. "Abbie!" she exclaimed rushing to hug the lady rising from her seat. The red purse lay on the table. "God, Abbie, it?s so good to see you. It?s been ages but you have changed." Abbie let herself be hugged and air kissed. "Yes, it has," Abbie agreed. "I thought I needed a change and went blonde." "Abbie, this is Trevor and his boss, Russ. They are in town for meetings." "Well, hello, Abbie," Darcy said giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "So nice to meet you. Darcy didn?t say you just came from the catwalk." Trevor laughed at his own joke and Darcy smirked. Russ was about Abbie?s height, slim and fair haired with a boyish smile. He held out his hand and said a firm, "Hello Abbie, nice to meet you." "Right, everybody, drinks on me. What is everyone having? Abbie, I think you?re on Champagne." "Prosecco," Abbie replied softly still staring at Darcy. Darcy wanted a Gin & Tonic, Russ, a bourbon neat, and Trevor walked to the bar. "Abbie you look so different, just beautiful," Darcy enthused. "How long have you been blonde?" "Not long, but then we haven?t seen each other in some time. I thought a change was needed." "You look great. I love those brows. Must be a pain to draw them on every day. What brought that on?" The words were right but Abbie detected a different tone in Darcy?s voice: curiosity, some confusion about Abbie?s intentions or just plain jealousy. "Yes, well, plucking or tweezing is such a pain. I thought the new look would get attention. It seems I was right," Abbie replied with a big smile. Trevor came back with a toothy grin. "Drinks will be here soon. So Abbie, tell us about you. How do you know Darcy? She never talked about you." "Well, we haven?t seen each other for a while," Abbie began, opened her purse and took out the cigarette case. It snapped open easily and she extracted one. "Hope you don?t mind," she said looking for the lighter in her purse. "Not at all," Trevor said and grabbed his own lighter and pack of cigarettes. He offered Abbie a light and lit one for himself. "Why not? I?ll have one too," Darcy said to Trevor observing his gaze on Abbie. The server arrived with the drinks and each got their drink. "Cheers," Trevor said. "To old and new friends." Abbie inhaled slowly observing the small group. She had never seen Darcy smoke. Indeed she herself had not smoked for more than a few days. But it did seem to show Darcy that this was not the Abbie she expected. Darcy was trying to get Trevor to give her a light as Abbie smirked. Russ observed the interaction and seemed to sense more at play here than a mere dinner with friends. "So Abbie, what do you do in this town? Are in modelling or something?" Russ asked. Abbie slowly inhaled and blew out smoke before she replied. "No, Russ, I work for a mail order company in customer service. Darcy and I used to work for the same company before she moved on to bigger and better things." "Abbie was a great agent but she doesn?t have the drive to move ahead," Darcy replied trying not to cough on her cigarette. "That?s interesting. If our deal goes through here, we may be looking for a local representative. Would that interest you?" "Well...." Abbie started to say before she was interrupted by Darcy. "I don?t think so, Russ. Abbie likes a slow paced life where others decide," Darcy interjected. "It?s been some time and things have changed, Darcy. I am an assistant supervisor now and take my own decisions," Abbie replied emphasizing "my own" slightly. The men did not notice but the glare in Darcy?s eyes showed her dismay at the new Abbie who continued to slowly draw on her cigarette and exhale. She seemed perfectly at ease. Darcy had expected a man in a dress, nervous and had planned on further humiliations. "People do change with the right guidance and motivation," Russ stated, quietly sipping his drink. He knew something was going on but couldn?t quite figure out why there appeared to be a competition between Darcy and Abbie. It did seem odd that Abbie was invited to this event. He had told Trevor that he had some plans. "Well, I hope we have a reason to celebrate tonight," Trevor said. "I hope we get our deal, met a good friend and a hot new one. I am sure we?ll have a good night." "Trevor, we don?t have the deal yet. I hope you all have a great time," Russ said draining his glass. "Sorry, I made a different appointment for dinner. Abbie, here?s my card. Send me your resume. Can?t hurt to keep it on file. Darcy, it was a pleasure." Russ rose and left the group. Darcy stubbed out her cigarette after one last nervous puff. "Reservation is at 8. I need to use the ladies. Abbie?" "No thanks, Darcy. Am OK," Darcy replied. Then opening her purse took out the compact and lipstick and carefully applied a new coat. She was oblivious to Darcy?s glare as she stomped off. "So Trevor, when did you get here? Darcy told me you used to live in the area before." Abbie smiled at Trevor with those red glistening lips. "I got in this morning on the first flight. Darcy picked me up. I was here till about six months ago when I got the call from Banner International. It was a great offer, so I dropped everything and moved to Boston." "Nice city, I hear," Abbie said rising. Her dress had ridden up her legs and dangerously close to exposing everything. Trevor didn?t seem to mind. Darcy, sitting across from Abbie, certainly had a better view. Darcy didn?t have time to talk this morning as she was on her way to pick Trevor up. "Just great. Cold in winter but lots going on. I?ll be happy to show you around. Here?s my card. Call me if you do," Trevor said beaming as Abbie tucked the card into her purse. "I might just do that," she said sweetly. "I?ve been meaning to get away." Trevor might have been tempted to say more but Darcy had returned. She had a smile on but Abbie knew her well enough to know it was forced and false. "Well, I am looking forward to a nice dinner and catching up with Abbie. She has changed so much since I last saw her. Let?s go." Darcy said and with both arms hooked into Abbie?s and Trevor?s walked toward the restaurant. The three walked toward the restaurant. Abbie was smiling inwardly. She could see Darcy was getting angry and trying hard not to show it. She was uncertain as to how to react now as she knew Darcy would think of some way to embarrass her. Trevor basked in the company of two beautiful ladies at his table. He suggested the courses. Abbie looked at the menu and asked for a salad Nicoise. Darcy ordered a fish course and Trevor went for a pork cutlet. He ordered a wine and they toasted. "So Abbie, what have you been up to?" Darcy asked. "I can?t quite take in all the changes. You look great and I can see Trevor drooling." Abbie wished she could take out her case and smoke a cigarette. But there was no smoking in the dining room. "Well, I decided I needed a change. Figured I could improve my looks. Met some new friends who helped me and here I am. I am surprised though as I thought you?d want to spend time alone with Trevor." "How about boyfriends? Got a new one? Anyone I know?" Darcy asked ignoring Abbie?s question. Abbie smiled broadly. "Yes. He works in the same company in sales. You don?t know him. He?s a really nice guy and knows how to treat a lady. So, you didn?t answer my question. Trevor?" Darcy and Trevor exchanged looks. "Well, I thought Russ would be joining us for dinner so I asked Darcy to invite a friend on Monday. But it seems he had another appointment. Sorry," Trevor replied. Darcy looked now a little sheepish. She had known for some days about Russ and had used that to get Abbe to become Abbie and humiliate him/her. Russ had killed that plan. "That?s when Darcy called me," Abbie agreed. Then turned to Darcy. "You could have told me so I didn?t need to get all dressed up and spoil your date and plans with Trevor." "Well, having made the call I did want to see you again. It seemed a shame to cancel at short notice. Trevor is here till Sunday so enough time to catch up. I?ll be worn out by then." Darcy smiled at the comment and knew she was telling Abbie she was going to be in bed with Trevor till he left town. "Well, it?s nice to meet Trevor but we could have caught up after he left. Never mind, we?re here now. So what are your plans after dinner?" "Darcy told me there was this new club in town with a great new DJ. I would like to invite you ladies there for some action on the dance floor." Trevor wasn?t stupid and knew there was an undercurrent between Darcy and Abbie. He had thought they were good friends that hadn?t seen each other in some time. He couldn?t possible guess at Abbie?s real identity. The waiters were clearing their table as Trevor asked if they wanted desert or coffee. Both ladies politely declined. As the friendly waiter was taking the glasses, Abbie asked him to stop. "Would you mind taking a photograph of me with my friends?" She took out her cell phone and switched to camera mode. The waiter was happy to do that. Abbie took out her compact, inspected her face and slowly applied a thick coat of lipstick. It was a show as she changed the shape of her mouth to ensure a thorough and even coating. She then rose and went in between Darcy and Trevor. With an arm around each, she smiled brilliantly for the photo. She then placed a big kiss on Trevor?s cheek and asked the waiter for another shot. Trevor was grinning widely, Darcy was trying not to show her temper. "Thank you," Abbie said to the young waiter as Trevor called for the bill. "Trevor, I will leave you two to get re-acquainted. I am not up to dancing tonight." Abbie said. "Besides, I can call Ted and ask him to come over. It is Friday night." "We have plenty of time. One last drink at the bar? A nightcap?" Trevor asked. Abbie looked at Darcy and then at Trevor. She had noticed that it was not even 10 pm. "Yes, one last drink. I can then enjoy a cigarette too," Abbie said with what she hoped was a big smile. "You drink, smoke, and probably enjoy a lot of things with Ted that I couldn?t have imagined," Darcy said with some sarcasm. "Oh yes, he often says my mouth is my best feature." Darcy didn?t have anything in her hand but she almost choked. The innuendo was clear. "I bet," Trevor commented with a laugh. "Let?s have that drink." This time Trevor was in the middle as he hooked arms with the ladies. He knew things were not as friendly but couldn?t quite put his finger on it. Was Abbie disappointed she didn?t have a date tonight? But she said she has a nice boyfriend. She could still hook up with him. Trevor ordered a whisky and both ladies white wine. Abbie opened her purse and took out her case and lit up. Trevor followed suite. Darcy didn?t react. There was a short pause as the drinks arrived, and Trevor toasted the ladies. "So, Abbie let me have your number. Russ may want to talk to you re that job possibility. "OK. Why don?t you text me and I?ll respond." Abbie replied drawing on her cigarette. She took out her phone waiting for Trevor?s message. Meanwhile she texted Monica she would be done in 15 to twenty minutes. Trevor?s ping almost coincided with Monica?s reply of ?great. C u outside.? "So, Abbie, are you going to meet Ted tonight?" Darcy asked. "Probably. I just sent him a text to pick me up." Abbie was getting into this game. "Then I guess you?ll have a good time." Darcy?s comments sounded like a sneer. "We like Friday nights so we can lie in on Saturday. You know how that is." Abbie felt a sense of strength convinced she had outwitted Darcy. "Well, I am sure that Trevor here will take good care of me. I am sure we?ll have a good time." Abbie didn?t reply. She took out the lipstick and again made an elaborate exercise of painting her lips. The other two watched her movements with those red tipped fingers. "OK, Ted should be here now. So have fun guys. Ted hasn?t seen me dressed like this and it?ll blow his mind. I?ll have to blow him later, I suppose. He likes when I use my mouth. Darcy also likes that as she told me once. Call me sometime." Abbie planted a big kiss on Trevor?s other cheek and hugged Darcy. She planted a kiss on her cheek as a mark of ?Abbie was here?. She walked away to the entrance as Trevor gawked watching her sway. She didn?t look back. That chapter was over. "You keep your mind on me and not on that .. that bimbo," hissed Darcy. "She?s changed so much." Trevor?s smile grew bigger. "Just teasing, doll. Didn?t know her before but she?s beautiful now, don?t you agree? Pity she didn?t want to party." Darcy didn?t smile. Her plan for a Threesome where Abbie did her part had not worked. Abbie had changed somehow in just a few days. Monica had helped with the transformation but she had a boyfriend. Why would she take up with a man who dressed as a girl? No, that wasn?t it. She?d have to find out. A smiling Abbie walked out of the Marriott and saw the tail lights of Monica?s car. She got in, looked at Monica and it was then a long lip lock, tongues exploring deep. It took some moments for them to calm down. Monica held Abbie?s hand. "You want to continue to that club or go home?" Monica asked. "You decide," Abbie said squeezing Monica?s hand tightly with relief. "it was..." "Later, my love. I want to hear everything in detail but later. We?re dressed too well but I think we?ll go home and celebrate. I think this is to celebrate your success." Abbie looked at Monica as she drove. She appeared to have a tear forming. "Are you OK? You know this is our success, right? Without you I wouldn?t be Abbie but boring Abe. And I think I found..." Abbie couldn?t find the right words. "Abbie, we have a lot to say to each other. So let?s wait for a few minutes. I also need to eat something," Monica replied squeezing Abbie?s hand. "Didn?t you eat? Are you nuts? What did you do all this time?" Abbie asked anxiously. "I sat in the car with a bottle of water, smoking, thinking and worrying about you." "Stop the car at the next drive through and we?ll get something. I only bit at a salad and drink much as I didn?t want to need the bathroom. I was worried Darcy would follow me. She tried but I didn?t give in." "Hamburger, fries and champagne sound like a perfect meal right now," Monica said with a smile. "Champagne?" Abbie asked surprised. "Yes, I ran out of cigarettes and went to a liquor store. I hoped we?d have something to celebrate tonight. I?ll explain later." Monica drove into a fast food place and ordered chicken nuggets and burgers with no buns. The girl at the drive through didn?t blink as she saw two smartly dressed ladies with smeared lipstick drive away with big smiles. They entered Abbie?s apartment with food and drink in their hands. If neighbors were watching, they would have seen two gorgeous ladies, extremely well dressed, holding hands as they walked from their car down the path to the apartment complex. They didn?t care who was watching at this late hour. In the small apartment, Monica placed the champagne in the small deep freeze. "It won?t be there for long," she assured Abbie. "Let?s get out these clothes. Just the dress. I want to enjoy Abbie. I?ll help." Monica placed the food on the table and led Abbie to the bedroom. She helped Abbie out of the dress who now stood in the corset, stockings and heels. Her makeup was smeared around the lips but otherwise looked fine. Without any comment, she fixed Abbie?s lips whispering, "This is temporary. I want to smear them again after dinner." A light kiss and she fixed her own makeup. Monica was reduced to bra, panties, stockings and heels. They went back to the small kitchen. Even though the champagne was not cold, Monica opened the bottle and poured two tumblers. She then opened the containers of the chicken strips and sat down. They clinked glasses and took gulps. Their eyes didn?t leave each other. "Monica, why did you look so sad.." Abbie began. "I promise I?ll tell you later. Now tell me every little detail of what happened. How did Darcy react to the new Abbie? Trevor? Don?t leave anything out. Then, tell me how you feel about what happened." Monica offered a strip of chicken to Abbie and waited. Abbie looked at Monica. There was a serious tone to the question she had not detected before. In between bites, gulps of champagne, she described in detail what had happened. Monica listened without interruption. "Did Darcy recognize you?" Monica asked. "I waved as I saw them walk into the bar. Darcy tried hard not to show it, but she was very surprised. The hair threw her off. I don?t think she expected me to look so good. She even asked why I decided to shave my eyebrows. She couldn?t see they were hidden." Abbie smiled at the memory. "Trevor kept looking at my boobs. He was impressed. It got even more interesting when I lit a cigarette. Darcy decided to smoke too. But she stubbed it out after a few puffs." "I can imagine," Monica replied. "How was Trevor? His boss?" "Trevor was very keen. I think he would have made a play if Darcy wasn?t watching him like a hawk. Russ was very nice. He also made an interesting remark." Monica sat straight. "What?" "I think he wanted to offer me a job to take care of this new customer. He asked me to send in my resume." "What?" Monica almost shouted. "Really?" "And what did you say?" "Well, Trevor took my number and wanted me to send in my resume. He gave me his number too," Monica laughed. "And will you?" "It may be interesting. But I don?t know." Monica grabbed Abbie?s hand. "Dear Abbie, you?re sweet but also a little na?ve." "What do you mean?" Abbie asked. "Should I not have done that?" "Sure. Job offer is always good but did you even consider your position?" "What? I mean I thought about it a little but I haven?t decided." Monica squeezed Abbie?s hand. "Well, perhaps you should apply. But remember: Russ is interviewing Abbie, not Abe." "Oh!" Abbie had been a little flattered with such an initial request but never thought about the implications. "That was stupid. Now Trevor and Russ have my number." Monica laughed and Abbie too was forced to smile. "You could always take the job as Abbie. It?s remote and you can dress as you please except when you meet the client and Russ or Trevor." Seeing the worried look on Abbie?s face Monica added, "But you don?t have to decide now. Let?s go to the living room. I want to know how it ended." They sat on the couch very close. Abbie turned to Monica and was met with a fierce kiss. "So finish the story. How did it end?" "Monica, can I ask you something first? Why were you tearing up? Did I do something wrong?" "No, you didn?t. I was afraid that after you saw Darcy, you wouldn?t come back and be Abbie with me. Those were tears of joy, if that makes sense." Abbie looked at Monica. "I know it?s only been a few days but I feel closer to you than I ever felt with Darcy after many months. Abbie is here because of you. I?d like to become closer." Abbie nuzzled close to Monica, her head on Monica?s shoulder. "Dinner wasn?t much. I ordered a salad. Darcy and Trevor had bigger meals. They were trying to get me to a club, wanted to know if I had boyfriends. Darcy was goading me, seeing my discomfort." "Well, that was to be expected. You knew that. So how did you react?" Abbie was quiet for a moment. "I don?t know but something snapped inside. She knew who I was and was baiting me. So I told her I had a boyfriend Ted whom I would be meeting later. I applied a thick layer of lipstick and saw Trevor?s look." Abbie paused looking directly at Monica. "I don?t know what I was thinking but I told him that Ted loved seeing my lip marks when I sucked his cock." Abbie smiled at her boldness. "What? You hussy. You told him you want to suck cock?" Monica shouted. "Nooooo," Abbie replied instantly. "I can?t do that." "Well, now, I recall a young lady saying she would suck my penis if I had one." Monica looked at Abbie, a big smile on her face. "Or didn?t you mean it? You seem to like it when your guy is in my mouth and I swallow." "Of course I meant it. If you had one, I would be happy to." They shared another deep kiss. "Sorry, babe, don?t move. I need the bathroom. Be right back. Finish your drink. Reapply your lipstick. It?s all messed up." Monica drained her glass and handed Abbie her glass. Monica was back in a few minutes. Abbie was repaired her lips and gazed at the lip print on the rim of the glass. "Now," Monica said, "about that promise. I found this toy in the same strip mall where I bought the liquor and cigarettes." Abbie?s eyes grew big as she saw the flesh colored appendage swinging from Monica?s crotch. "Pretend I am Ted and show me those lipstick marks," Monica said as she held the tip to Abbie?s mouth. "Remember what that lady at the club asked? Abbie, you?re going to be my wife for the weekend pleasing me with your mouth and other opening. Otherwise, I will have forgotten where I put the solvent for those breasts," Monica teased. "After all, fair is fair: we both have something real and something fake in our breasts and cocks. You don?t have anything to swallow, but I?ll think of something." Abbie looked up at Monica. She saw the connection to a real partner in her eyes. She didn?t have to think long. She opened her mouth and took the head in. A moment later Abbie saw a flash. Monica had her cell in her hand. "Since you have Trevor and Darcy?s number shall we show them how Abbie sucks cock?" Monica had a big smile on her face as she thrust a little deeper. Abbie looked up at Monica and removed the dildo from her mouth momentarily. "Show them this," she said and resumed her action, taking almost all of that plastic penis into her mouth. There was barely an inch between Abbi?s mouth and Monica?s crotch. She looked up at Monica who was smiling and flashed again. "You know, I think that Threesome idea sounds great: you, Abe and me!" Monica laughed at her description and thrust deeper.