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Good News, Bad NewsGood News, Bad News “Honey, I have wonderful news. I’ve decided I’m finally ready to have ababy.”I perked up. “That’s wonderful!” I said. My wife, Laney, had dragged herfeet on for years ever since we had married eight years earlier. “Whatmade you decide to do it now?””I’m 32, and while my biological clock isn’t becoming a big issue yet, Idon’t want to get into a situation where it is. So I’m thinking maybetonight would be a good time to … uh … work on that. How do you feelabout that?” She gave me a sly smile and winked.”Sounds fantastic. I’ll be looking forward to it!” I said.”Me too. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it, but you’llknow soon enough,I expect.” She winked again.My cock was literally jumping! Over the past year, Laney had remadeherself, losing 20 pounds, getting breast implants and having her lipssurgically enhanced. To go with it, she had taken on a differentattitude – dressing provocatively, showing off her E-cups, and wearingdramatic makeup. Rarely going in public without heels, full makeup andseveral inches of cleavage showing, she had become the kind of woman whocan make a man hard just by walking down the street. But sadly, she hadshown little interest in sex, and I found myself living with thisincredibly sexy creature but getting most of my orgasms from my ownright hand.”Well, that’s wonderful news. What are you going to do today?””If you don’t mind, I’m so excited about tonight, I’d like to spend theday at the spa getting ready for it. I think a mani-pedi, facial andmakover will put me in the perfect mood for what’s coming. Maybe I’lleven pick up a sexy new outfit. Will you take me out to dinner?””Absolutely. Have a great time,” I said. Money was no problem in ourhome. I inherited a successful business from my father, and Laney hadsettled into the luxurious life of a high-maintenance, “kept woman.” Iwas totally fine with that and was the envy of every man around. Ofcourse, they didn’t know about the lack of sex. But that was finallyabout to change!The anticipation kept me on edge all day, and finally, I rushed home tofind that my sexy wife was truly loaded for bear! Her auburn hair nowhad honey blonde highlights, and her nails had been lengthened andpainted a dark burgundy, matched by her toenails and lipstick. Herslinky dress was the tiniest I had ever seen, with spaghetti strapsholding it up just barely across her nipples, and she was wearing nobra. Her nipples poked out prominently, and there was even a hint ofaerolae showing above the material. The hem barely covered her ass. Shesmiled and looked me in the eye.”Like what you see?””Very much,” I said.She kissed me gently, lingering for almost a minute, and I could feelher lipstick remaining on me. Not that I cared.”Want to see a more?” She reached down and daintly lifted the hem,displaying her bare, shaved pussy.”Wow!” I said, my cock straining against my pants.She reached over and felt it through the material. “I know he hasn’t hada lot of action lately, but I’ve been preoccupied trying to make myselflook better. Is it worth it?” she asked.Totally, I assured her.She smiled again. “I thought you’d think so. I made us a reservation atLeo’s. Can you call over there and confirm it while I fix my lipstick?Here … I need to fix yours too,” she said, giggling and wiping thelipstick mark off my lips with a tissue.””You’re going dressed like that?” I asked, shocked.She laughed. “Oh Mike, why not? Don’t you want to show off your hotwife? Surely you’re willing to share! Now go ahead and call to make surewe have a table!”We eat there frequently, so I knew the number. I dialed the restaurant,and the hostess said, “Yes sir, we have a table for three. It’ll beready when you get here!””Three?””That’s what your wife requested. But if it’s just two, we’ll justremove a chair,” she said. I thanked her and hung up.I turned to Laney. “They must have misunderstood you. They said we havea table for three,” I said.Laney put her hand over her mouth as if she had forgotten something.”Oh, I didn’t tell you, did I? I was talking to a friend today, andwe’re going to have a third person for dinner. Do you mind?”I tried to hide my disappointment. “I suppose not. Who is it?””Let’s make it a surprise,” she said. “Come on, let’s go.” She edged upnext to me and said, “You’re going to have lots of surprised tonight!”When we got to the restaurant, the hostess greeted us by name. Sheturned to Laney and said, “The third party is already here. He’s in thetable straight to the back.””He?” I asked.”It’s Barry. We were talking today and I thought he’d want to be here,since you two are golfing buddies,” she said, starting back toward thetable. All I could do was follow, and when Barry saw us, he stood up togreet us. Laney placed her hands on either cheek and kissed him on thelips!”Oh goodness, I got lipstick on you. Here, let me fix it,” she said,pulling out a tissue and dabbing him with it. I couldn’t believe myincredibly sex wife, obviously dressed and ready for a good night offucking, was kissing my friend right in front of me in a crowdedrestaurant.Dinner itself was anticlimactic, and I was eager to ditch Barry and getback home for obvious reasons. After I had paid the check, I said,”Well, it was great seeing you, Barry.”He glanced at Laney awkwardly, and for the second time that evening sheflashed her “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” look.”Actually,” she said, “I’ve invited Barry to come home with us for awhile,” she said. I was speechless, but there was nothing I could dowithout making a scene. The house was just a few minutes away, so wewere soon getting out of our respective cars in the driveway.I didn’t know what to say as we walked into the house, and when we gotinside, Laney whispered to me: “Don’t worry, sweetie. Go up and take alook at what I laid out on the bed while I fix us all a drink!” I wentupstairs and saw a lacy red bra with no nipples, a matching garter beltand a pair of red fishnet stockings. On the bed next to them were somered mule heels that must have been five inches, with a big puff on thetop. Maybe things would end well after all!I went back downstairs to find Barry seated on the couch. Laney had oneleg d****d across his lap and her arm around him. Her tiny dress washiked up, exposing her hairless pussy, and Barry had her burgundylipstick all over his face.”What’s going on here?” I demanded.”I told you,” said Laney. “I’m ready to have a baby, and I want to startworking on it tonight.””So why are you d****d all over him?”Barry turned to Laney awkwardly, and she continued. “Mike, I said I wantto have a baby. The bad news is that I never said I wanted to have YOURbaby.””WHAT?!!! Why? I’m your husband!””Yes, you are, but you won’t be the c***d’s father. And I’ll tell youwhy in a few minutes, but first, I want you to go back to the bedroomand change into the things I laid out for you.”I was shocked beyond belief! My incredibly hot wife had been teasing meall day, only to bring home one of my friends, who was now massaging herexposed clitty. And now she wanted me to dress up in lingerie and heelsin front of them both?”No way!” I said.Laney sighed.”I’d hoped we wouldn’t have to have this conversation, but do youremember about a year ago when you transferred the business into my nameso that the company would qualify as a female-owned company? You said itwould help get contracts under Minority and Women’s Business Enterprise… what was the acronym, MBWE?””Yeah, so?””Well, here’s the deal. You’re going to go upstairs and put on thatoutfit, right now, or first thing in the morning, I’ll exercise myposition as owner and appoint myself as chairman. I’ll fire you and givemyself that big salary you’ve been paying yourself all these years. Inshort, you’ll do exactly as I say – here and at the office – from hereon. And what I say is that you get dolled up and come back down here.Then I’ll show you why you won’t be the father of my baby. Now go, whileBarry and I spend a little more quality time together.” She giggled,evilly.Defeated for the moment, I trudged upstairs, stripped and began fumblingwith the lingerie. The bra was easy enough, but it took me forever toget the stockings hooked into the garter belt. Despite my shock andembarrassment, my cock was sticking straight out, framed by red lace. Iheard Laney calling from the stairs.”Be careful in those heels and get your sweet ass down here. And bringthe camera. I left it on the dresser,” she said.”I can’t,” I said.”You know, I actually had those papers deposing you as chairman andfiring you drawn up yesterday. Want to see them?””OK, OK, I’m coming,” I said. I didn’t know whether I was moreembarrassed by the outfit or the fact that I was stiff as a board.”Now come down here and stand in front of the sofa and I’ll explaineverything to you,” she said. I wobbled down the stairs in the heels andinto the living room. She and Barry burst out laughing. She leaned overand – with a flourish that showed off her long burgundy nails – took thetip of my penis between two fingers. “Stiff as a board and still what,three inches? Tell you what. Let’s measure it.”She went into the kitchen and came back with a ruler. “How about that?Three and a quarter inches! Where’s that camera?” She had me hold theruler next to my dick while she took a photo, then stepped back and tookseveral full-length photos of me, face and all. “Good! You’rerecognizable. That may come in handy at some point. Who knows? Maybewe’ll make a web site or at least email them around!” She laughed. “Allright, I’m just k**ding about that – for now. But that puny pecker isone of the two reasons you don’t get to fuck me tonight. Ready for theother one?” She turned to Barry and said, “May I?””By all means,” he said. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him,exposing a massive cock that must have been 10 inches long and more thantwo inches in diameter. “There, that’s reason two. Any questions? Now goin there and get us another drink. You don’t get another one. I want youto stay sober so you can fully appreciate the moment.”A couple of minutes later, I returned with the drinks to find Laney withher lips around Barry’s dick.”Now kneel,” she ordered. I complied. “Now repeat after me: Barry, Iobviously can’t satisfy this woman and don’t deserve to even try. Wouldyou please take her up to our bed and fuck her?””No!” I said.”Do it or you’re unemployed and penniless by lunch time tomorrow. Lookhim in the eye while you say it.”I looked at Barry, who was trying – and failing – to suppress a smirk.”Barry, I obviously can’t satisfy this woman and don’t deserve to eventry. Would you please take her up to our bed and fuck her?” I said.Barry’s smirk broke through. “I’d be delighted, Pansy.”They both laughed. And once again, I was puzzled by my erection.”Barry, did you bring any condoms?” she asked. He shook his head. “Ohwell, I guess I’ll just end the night with a pussy full of your seed. Doyou think you’ll have enough to fill my belly too?”Barry smiled. “Baby, I got all you need. Quickest turnaround time intown.” She placed her hands around his cock – now erect – and kissed thetip, then looked squarely at me.”Tell me, how is it that you’ve always been so limp when we were tryingto screw, but now here you are stiff as a broomstick? All it seemed totake was you getting dressed up like a hooker in red lace, being laughedat by me and your friend, who is about to fuck my brains out? I thinkmaybe this is what you’ve secretly needed all along,” she said. Nowhere’s what’s going to happen. We’re all going to go upstairs, andyou’re going to kneel outside the closed door of our bedroom until Larryand I are done. You will not speak. You will not lie down. You will noteven go to the bathroom. You know what will happen if you disobey,right?””Yes.””Now, let’s go.” We all went up to the bedroom and she positioned meoutside the door. “If we go all night – and we probably will – you maysit back against the wall, but you may not move otherwise. And to giveyou something to think about while you’re listening to Barry ram thatwonderful cock into me, I want to tell you about some other lifestylechanges you’re about to experience.””Now what?” I said with a sigh of exasperation.”Under the circumstances, it wouldn’t be wise for you to show attitude.While I was at the spa today, I made an appointment for you fortomorrow. At 10 in the morning, you’ll report there for a spa day ofyour own. You’ll have your entire body waxed, get some nice nails likemine and get a complete makeover. My present from me to you.””Why?””If you can’t be a man, maybe you should try your luck at being a woman.Now, I’ve got a huge cock to bounce up and down own, and if you’re nice,maybe you can suck his cum out of my pussy afterward. Probably not,though. That’s such a cliché! And don’t you dare touch that – now orever,” she said, pointing at my erect dick.With that, she turned and slammed the door in my face, and my new lifebegan.The hall clock said it was 1 a.m., which meant that I had now beenlistening outside my bedroom door for four hours while my friend Barryfucked my wife in every conceivable way. Laney alternated between screams,pants, contented sobs and gagging noises. In between the crescendos, asthey rested for another round, she seemed to be taunting me through thedoor, “God, I had forgotten what it was like to actually feel a cockinside me. I couldn’t even tell when puny Mike was in there. I just waiteduntil he seemed to be done,” she said.After yet another lull, they started up again.”No, do my pussy again,” she said. “I can’t make babies in my mouth.””It’s getting pretty raw. I think it had contracted to fit the pansy outthere,” said Barry, making no effort to prevent my hearing.”No doubt,” she said. “That’s why I want to stretch it back out. Do itagain, and this time, don’t hold back. Bang me with everything in you!”The bed began to squeak, and I could hear the bedposts hitting against thewall as she screamed, “God, oh God, I never knew it could be like this!!!”In a few more minutes, it culminated with the loudest scream of the night,followed by Barry’s voice saying, “Wow, I think that’s all you can take.Let me get a mirror so you can see.”She broke out in something midway between a scream of alarm and a loudgiggle, then she called, “Oh pansy Mikey … you out there in the hall …get in here now!”I had been sitting back against the wall, my knees having long since wornout from kneeling. I scrambled up and ran into the bedroom, afraid of whatI might see.”You fucking idiot!” Laney said. “You left your heels in the hall. You arenever to be in my presence without heels unless I give you permission.”I ran back out into the hall, put on the five-inch mules and wobbled backinto the bedroom, where Laney was seated back against the headboard nextto my friend Barry. Her knees were raised but held together.”I’m afraid we’ve made a mess,” she said, and she let her knees flopapart. I was startled to find that her pussy was oozing not only cum, buta great deal of bright red blood. She had placed a towel beneath her assto catch the overflow. “Apparently my pussy needed stretching, and he toresome tissues in there. I’m sure there’s no harm done, but it’s a mess. Ineed you to clean it up.””Should I get some paper towels?””No, you limp-dicked moron. Your tongue. Get under here!” She raised upand motioned for me to lie on my back and place my head between her legs.”Lap it up. Barry’s cum mixed with my blood and pussy juices. Don’t stopand don’t speak until I tell you you’re finished.”There was so much blood and sticky cum I didn’t see how I could ever gether cleaned up. “Look, the pansy’s hard again. He fucking likes this,”said Barry. After a long while, my tongue had become dry and my jaw wassore, but instead of releasing me she said, “Now get the other hole,” andshifted forward so that my mouth was now next to her asshole, which waslikewise surrounded by blood and cum.”Since I’ve never let you in my back door, that was even tighter. Tell me,is it bleeding too much? No … don’t speak. Just clean.”I licked her asshole for at least a half hour, and she suddenly released amassive fart right into my face. “Oh goodness, how rude of me! Well, keeplicking,” she said, and they both laughed. Finally, after another 10minutes, she declared herself clean.I emerged and asked if I could go clean off my face.”Did I say you could talk?” Laney slapped me hard across the face. “Lookat that. You’re harder than ever!” she said, laughing loudly. “Get out ofmy sight, pervert. Into the hall, on your knees. Now!” I slipped on theheels, wobbled into the hall and took my place outside the door. As Ibegan to shut the door, she said, “Leave it open.”She put her arms around Barry’s neck and kissed him gently. “Think youhave one more in you, baby?”Barry grinned: “I sure do.”Laney positioned herself between his legs and began massaging his cock.Soon, it was hard again, and she looked at me: “Look at that! You’ve neverbeen that hard in your life, let alone after four loads. Not that you’veever been able to produce more than one.” She took the tip of his cockbetween her lips and began moving up and down on it while masturbatinghim. As he neared orgasm, she deep-throated him, gagging violently butgetting nearly the entire 10 inches inside her. His hips thrust as he camein her mouth. She rose up and walked over to me, motioning for me tostand. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, pushing all ofBarry’s cum into my mouth.”I didn’t want you to be totally left out,” she said, giggling. “Don’tswallow for a bit. Just enjoy the taste, like I do.” After a few minutes,she gave me permission to swallow. “I’d have you clean out the leftoversin Barry, but he’s straight. No worries, though. I’ll find you plenty ofopportunities to get some nice cocks in your own mouth. That shouldn’t behard for a pretty boy like you.”The term “pretty boy” stung because it was true. Growing up a spoiled richk**, I never did a lot of physical work, so I was on the thin side. I woremy hair in a ponytail halfway down my back. Not only did I like it thatway, but it seemed appropriate for somebody heading Powers Design, thesomewhat artsy interior design form for high-end offices. I had inheritedthe business from my father.Finally, Barry announced that it was time to go, and after a long finalkiss, he left.As he drove off, Laney turned back to me. “Wow, what a night. I’ve never,ever had anything like it … one orgasm after another all night long. Iguess maybe you heard some of it.” She giggled. “Come on, let’s go take ashower.””Together?””Of course. How else are you going to bathe me and wash my hair?” The two-nozzle steam shower had plenty of room for both of us, and she gave mestep by step instructions for bathing her, using a fragrant body wash. Ishampooed and conditioned her hair, wrapped it in a towel, dried her offand wrapped a large towel around her. She stepped out and instructed me toclean myself up as well.”Once you’re done, stay naked and come downstairs. You don’t have to wearyour heels for the moment. You should enjoy that,” she said. I found herlater sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. Whenshe saw me, she dropped her bathrobe, revealing her full nakedmagnificence, and handed me a bottle of scented body lotion.In all of this, she was careful never to lay a hand on me. Except for thekiss to deposit Barry’s cum in my mouth, she offered no hint of affection.She instructed me to kneel – a painful position on my already-sore kneeson the stone-tile floor.Laney sighed. “I guess you’re wondering, now what? You may speak now.Anything to say?””I don’t understand what’s happening here.””It’ll all become clear in time, but you already know most of it. I’mgoing to have a baby. Not Barry’s – a least, not based on last night’sfun. I’m not ovulating yet. But I’m going to bring lovers home regularly,and I don’t plan to be discreet about it. Everyone in town – the people atwork, the people at the country club, everyone – will know that I’ve hadto resort to becoming a slut because your tiny dick couldn’t satisfy me.””You won’t really do that. You’d be a social pariah!” I said.”You think so? Think about how I’ve been dressing for the past year. Youthink all the other women don’t already hate me when they see theirhusbands panting after me? I just don’t care. I won’t be as public withother men, because some of them will be married, and they have to bediscreet. But you’d best get used to the idea that I’m going to make upfor lost time with copious amounts of sex, while you get nothing.””Nothing?””Well, as I mentioned, I may let you have a boyfriend now and then. Andwe’re going make you even prettier so they’ll like you more. You’regetting the works today at the spa. They’re going to take take that long,straight hair and give it a nice feminine style. No more ponytails foryou. And I think maybe some nails and makeup will be a good idea. But hey,there’s good news – you’re going to get a lot of new clothes!””Girl clothes, I’m assuming,” I said.She laughed loudly. “Can’t fool you forever, can I? Yes, girl clothes.Isn’t that nice? And I’m going to be kind enough to give you a say-so instyle. Do you want to start slow, with girly pants and tops, or would itbe more comfortable to go ahead and go all out?”It wasn’t as easy a question as it seemed. If I took it slow, people wouldsee me becoming more feminine and assume I was becoming a gaytransvestite. If I went ahead with the full package, perhaps I couldarrange for somebody else to run the business and I could appear as anentirely different person.”If I go all out, can we make it so people won’t know who I am?”Laney laughed. “Mike, surely you aren’t laboring under the illusion thatyou can hide this. How are you just going to stop showing up at theoffice? I mean, I know it runs itself, but you’re the CEO for now.””For now?””Do we need to look at those papers? I own 51% of the company. It was youridea. Anytime you resist anything I’m doing, I’ll replace you as CEO andfire you. At any rate, it would actually spare you some humiliation if Idid that so you never had to face the embarrassment of appearing there asa woman. That would be kind of me, would it not?”I didn’t have an answer.”That’s ok,” she said. “Kindness isn’t something I’m really into thesedays at any rate. At least not with you, though I did treat Barry verywell last night!” She giggled.”So now what?” I asked.”As of now, you have nothing but one pair of jeans, a T-shirt and somesandals. Well, they’re strappy heels, actually, but they’re technicallysandals. It’s all in the laundry room. You’ll wear that to the spa, whereyour appointment begins at 8. In the afternoon, you’ll go to Nordstrom’s,where you have an appointment at with Sandra, their personal shopper. Shewill take care of you from there. She works independently, so you won’t belimited to one store, but you’ll start at Nordstrom.”I retrieved the clothing from the laundry room. The jeans were, of course,a feminine style, and the T-shirt was white with delicate pink embroidery.The “sandals” were, indeed, strappy heels with at least a four-inch heeland no platform, meaning they’d be almost impossible to walk in.”What name is the appointment in?” I asked.”Why, Mike Powers, of course.””Can’t you at least use another name? Everybody in town knows my name,even people who don’t know me will know what’s going on.””Yeah, ain’t it a bitch?” She laughed. “No, there’s no place to hide. MikePowers is getting a top-to-bottom makeover. Not Mitzi or Michelle orwhatever other name you’d like to hide behind. And don’t worry – everybodyat the spa already knows. They’ll be ready for you.””They know how much?””Well, as much as they need to. Don’t worry your pretty head about that.Just get dressed. You’re due there in less than an hour.”The outfit looked ridiculous, of course. Once dressed, I reported to Laneyas instructed. She screamed in laughter.”This going to be SUCH fun!!!” she said. “Here, let me take a picture.”She snapped several with the same camera she had used the night before.”I can’t find my keys,” I said.”You don’t need them. I’m dropping you off, and Sandra will pick you up togo shopping. All you need is this.” She handed me a tiny embroideredpurse. Inside was nothing but my driver’s license.”Don’t I need money or a credit card?””I’ll leave the card at the front desk of the spa, and they’ll give it toSandra. You’ll just need rus escort the identification in case you have to have an IDsomewhere. But a girl can’t go in public without her purse!””What about my phone?””I’ll give it to them as well. I’m not sure I trust you with it. You mightdo something stupid,” she said.I was, once again, defeated. A few minutes she parked at the Pink PearlSpa and she took me inside. The “sandals” were even harder to walk in thanthe mules from the previous night. The girl at the front desk couldn’t bemore than 16.”Hi Mrs. Powers. Is this your husband?””Yep. This is Mike Powers. You probably know him as president of PowersDesign. They actually designed the interior of this spa. Mike, meetDeanna.”I didn’t realize that! Well, they did a great job! If he’s ready, we’vegot everything all lined up.” Laney handed her the credit card. “Just givethis to the personal shopper when she picks him up,” she said.”Um, do you mind of I ask a personal question, Mrs. Powers?” Deanna asked.”Of course not. Shoot!””Why is he getting all this done?””Well,” said Laney. I held my breath. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Afterall, we all talk about very personal stuff in here, don’t we?””To say the least!” said Deanna.”Then I’ll just say it outright. Mike has such a puny pecker that I’vedecided he doesn’t deserve to live as a man any more.””How puny?” asked Deanna with a giggle.As if I were invisible, Laney leaned over and whispered to her. Deannabroke out in a laugh.”I guess I don’t blame you. Well, are you ready to come back Mr. Powers?””Can I get you to quit using my name?” I said.”Sorry, Mr. Powers. It’s policy. We’re a very upscale spa, and it’s amatter of showing respect. We have to be consistent. Will there beanything else Mrs. Powers?””Not that I can think of, but I’ll call you if anything comes up.Meanwhile, if he creates a fuss or you have any services you want to add,just give me a call or text. Oh, and would you mind documenting hismakeover for me?” She handed him the camera from the night before.”Sure thing. I’ll pass it around to our service providers and we’ll get afull series. You know we sometimes put makeover photos on our web site andFacebook page. Would you have any objection to our using his if it comesout well?””Of course not! Anything that’ll help promote the spa is fine with me.”Laney turned to me. “While you’re here, I’m going to empower Deanna tomake any decisions that need to be made. You’ll do exactly what she says,do you understand me?””I understand,” I said.”Fine. OK Deanna. He’s all yours!” She turned and left.”Follow me, Mr. Powers,” said Deanna. She turned and walked through thedouble door, into a plush room where about six women were waiting too beushered into the area where they would receive services.”Well, if it isn’t Mike Powers, the all-powerful head of Powers Design!”said a familiar voice. I looked up to see my company’s personnel director,April Bassett. “How about that, Boss Man! We’re going to do our spa daytogether!””Hello, April.” I groaned inwardly. My personnel director was NOT theperson I wanted to see at the Pink Pearl Spa, especially with me dressedin girly jeans, an embroidered T-shirt and four-inch heels and carrying atiny little purse. My wife, Laney, had dropped me off a few minutesearlier, explaining out loud in matter-of-fact terms the youngreceptionist that I was being transformed into a female image because mypenis was too small to satisfy her.April was extremely competent and, next to me, the most powerful employeein the firm. Unfortunately, she knew it, and for years, she had treated mearrogance and something bordering on contempt. Running into her like thiswouldn’t help! Upon hearing her call my name, the other five women in theroom looked up, and one of them failed to suppress a laugh.”What all are you having done?” asked April. “And why are you dressed likethat?””It’s just something Laney wanted me to do,” I said, hoping that would bethe end of it, knowing it wouldn’t. “Hair and nails, I think,” I said.”Actually, that comes later,” said an attractive brunette who had justwalked in. “First, Mr. Powers is getting his waxing done.” She held outher hand to shake. “I’m Cecile, and I’ll be doing your waxing.”I shook her hand and mumbled, “Pleased to meet you.”Oh really?” said April. “What’s he having waxed?””Pretty much everything if I’m reading this right. It calls from aBrazilian,” she said. “We’re going to be together for a while!”We went past another dozen women and service providers on the way to thewaxing area. As she shut the door, I asked, “Why did you have to telleverybody in the room?”She looked puzzled. “We’re pretty open here, and anyway, your wife toldDeanna to treat you like one of the girls … or whatever. Now, if youdon’t mind, I need you to take off all your clothes and lie face down onthe table.”I complied as she turned away to cut some cloth strips and check thetemperature of the pot of wax. “The good news,” she said when she turnedback around, is that this won’t be as painful for you as it could. I don’tthink I’ve ever seen a man with so little body hair. Have you been waxedbefore?””No.”She clucked. “Well, maybe it’s a low testosterone thing. Anyway, let’s getstarted.” Beginning at my neck, she worked her way down, smearing the hotwax, pressing cloth strips on it and ripping it away. The back wasn’t sobad, but it hurt like hell when she ripped out the hair in my ass crackand underarms.”Do you have to do that?””Oh yes! A Brazilian means no hair. Period!” After a while she reached myfeet. “Now flip over,” she said.When I did so, her jaw dropped. “Well, at least Mrs. Powers didn’texaggerate,” was all she said. I knew what she meant but didn’t want tobring it out in the open, so I let it go. She paused for a moment.”What is it?””Mrs. Powers asked us to document each stage of your makeover. I’d betterask.” She reached over and pressed the intercom button. “You there,Deanna?””Yep,” said the 16-year-old receptionist. My wife, Laney, had instructedme in no uncertain terms to do exactly as Deanna said. If I didn’t, Laneywould exercise her rights as 51% stockholder of my company and fire me aspresident and CEO. I hoped that the intercom couldn’t be heard throughoutthe spa.”Do you think Mrs. Powers intended for us to take before-and-after photosof Mr. Powers’ Brazilian wax?” Cecile asked.”I’m not sure. Will it be a very dramatic difference?””Not too much. He really doesn’t have much body hair, even around hisbikini area.””I’d better call Mrs. Powers to be sure. At any rate, I forgot to give youthe camera. I’ll send it in just in case,” said Deanna. Moments later,there was a knock at the door.”Come in,” said Cecile. It was a woman I hadn’t seen before.”Here’s the camera. Mrs. Powers said we can skip on the Brazilianbefore/after but she wants to make sure we get the brow wax,” she said.”Oh, wow,” she said when she saw me.”What is it?” I said.”Nothing. Not much anyway,” she said, and prompting a snicker fromCecilia. “We need to meet anyway. I’m Angie, and I’ll be doing the browsand makeup. We’ll do the brows as soon as you’re done in here, and theskin can be settling down while you get your nails done. At any rate, wealways try to do the makeup last because it’s easiest to mess up,” shesaid. “I did Mrs. Powers’ makeup yesterday. Was she sizzling or what?””Beautiful,” I said.”Yes,” said Cecile. “I waxed her pussy. She seemed to be planning onputting it to good use last night. Did her plans work out?”I tried to manage a smile. “Yep.””Wonderful! I convinced her to keep it bare from here on,” said Cecile.”A lot of men prefer sex with a woman who’s been waxed. Have you evertried it?”I paused, noting that while Cecile knew Laney was having sex the previousnight, she did not seem to be assuming it would be with me. How much hadLaney told her?Angie interrupted my thoughts. “Well, call me when you’re done, Cecile,and I’ll come get him to do the brows. The body waxing doesn’t look likeit’s going to take too long.””Nope. Not maybe 20 minutes tops. I’ve already done the back side andunderarms. He won’t have to worry about showing skin when he goes shoppingthis afternoon for some pretty tops and dresses,” said Cecile. She wentback to work as Angie left.I am taking it for granted that the reader understands that this waxinghurt a great deal! Hot wax was being spread across my skin, and hair wasripped out by the roots over and over again. The underarms were especiallypainful. Now, as Cecile was coming to my genital hair, I mustered thecourage to ask:”May I ask you an honest question?””Sure,” she said. Just then, there was another knock at the door. “Butit’ll have to hold a minute. Come in!” Deanna strolled in with a woman Ihadn’t met.”Mind if we chat with Mr. Powers a sec?” she asked Cecile.”Perfect timing, actually. I need to get some more rubber gloves. You twokeep him company while I grab some,” said Cecile.As she walked out, Deanna and the other woman walked up next to the table.”I wanted to introduce you to Brenda, who will be your nail tech.””Hi, Brenda,” I said, reaching out to shake hands. Brenda was a thin,forty-something lady with red hair.”Hope you didn’t mind our coming in,” said Brenda. Then she noted that asshe and Deanna had come in, my penis had grown stiff. “I’m going to takethat as an indication that you don’t mind,” she said. Deanna smirked.”I wanted to take a look at your nails to see what we’re going to need todo,” said Brenda. She picked up one of my hands and examined the fingers.”They’re in bad shape, but I can work with them. I was afraid we wouldhave to put acrylics on you, but I only do that as a last resort. I’ll bedoing your fingers and your toes.””Thanks,” was all I could manage. Then Deanna produced a manila folder. “Inearly forgot to have you fill out the standard forms we get everybody todo. I got all the information from Mrs. Powers, so they’re already filledout. Can you just sign them?”I flipped through the pages and signed wherever there was a stickerindicating I needed to do so. Cecile walked back in just as I was signingthe last page.”Okay, ladies. Unless you want to help with the waxing, I need to get backto work,” she said.”No problem,” said Brenda. “We’re done. Just send him around when he’sready.” She and Deanna left.Cecile moved my hard penis to one side and smeared the other with hot wax.”Wow, you seem to be enjoying this! Well, I don’t really blame you. It’sacting like it hasn’t been touched by a female in a while,” she said.”Now, you were about to ask me something.””I forgot. Must not have been important,” I lied. In truth, I was dying toask her whether Laney had told her she was going to be fucking another manlast night.”Well, if you remember, just ask. Anyway, as I was saying, Mrs. Powers wasreally excited yesterday. I’m glad to hear that she got the … uh …attention she was hoping for,” said Cecile. With that, we lapsed into anawkward silence until she finally announced, “OK, you’re done! You can hopup now. Put on that terry robe and your heels and go back out to theservice waiting area, and I’ll tell Angie you’re ready.”I thanked her, put on the robe and struggled with my heels until I wasable to get them on and return to the waiting room. I was relieved to seethat April wasn’t there, and Angie arrived before I had a chance to sitdown.”Come on, let’s get those brows,” she said. “We do those in the front ofthe shop. Follow me.” She positioned me on a stool a few feet fromDeanna’s receptionist station. The eyebrows went quickly, and I heard theintercom go off just as Angie was finishing up.”Is Mr. Powers ready to start his nails?” I recognized the voice asBrenda’s. Deanna looked at Angie for confirmation, and Angie nodded. “Yep.Want us to bring him back?””That’d be great if you don’t mind.”When we walked into nail area, I was chagrined to see that it was largeand crowded, with tables positioned side by side so that all the clientscould see and hear each other. There would be no privacy or escape. Tomake matters worse, the first person I saw was April, my firm’soverbearing personnel director.”Hey boss! I was hoping I’d see you again. How’d your Brazilian go? I betit hurt around your little peepee!” She emphasized the word “little.””A little uncomfortable, but not too bad,” I said.”Oh, I’m being impolite. Let me introduce you around. Everybody, this isMike Powers, president of Powers Design, where I work.” She went down therow calling out all the names. “I guess you should get to know all theother ladies, since we’re all here every week.” The line got an uneasylaugh from about half the women.”Good to meet you officially,” said the manicurist sitting next to Brenda,who introduced herself as Rita. “I do hair too. In fact, I’ll be doingyours after your pedicure. I was just thinking of what kind of color wouldlook good on you.””Good to meet you all, though I probably won’t run into you hereregularly,” I said.”Actually, you will,” said Brenda. You have a standing appointment forthis time every week, so you may as well get acquainted. Oh, before we getstarted, I need to get a photo of your nails for the before-and-after.”She took several photos, then handed the camera to Rita. “Let’s get aphoto of him here at the station,” she said.Rita, took two photos.”So seriously Mr. Powers,” April asked, “tell us why you’re here.””Um, it’s just something my wife, Laney, wanted me to do.””Why?” asked April.”You’d have to ask her that.””Good idea. I have her number right here and we’re friends!” She typed amessage, reading it out loud word by word: “Hi Laney. Why is your hubbygetting made over like a woman?”Momentarily, the message ding went off. “Are you sure you want to know? Idon’t want to offend you.” She read Laney’s message out loud. This was notgoing well.April texted back, as Brenda began filing my nails. “Silly woman! How longhave we known each other? Spill it!” As before, she read the message outloud before hitting the “send” button. All the conversations up and downthe row of tables had gone quiet as everyone waited for the answer.”Ding.”April looked into her phone and smirked. She showed it to Brenda, whosquealed. “OH … MY … GOD!!!!””What?” asked Brenda.Rita held the phone up so I could see it. “Is this YOU, Mr. Powers?” Thephoto showed my erect penis next to a ruler, clearly showing that it wasthree and a quarter inches. My wife had taken it the night before, and itwas framed by the red garterbelt I had been wearing at the time.For a moment, I considered denying it, but the phone dinged again. “Yep,that’s you!” she said, turning the phone back toward me, showing the fullshot that included my face. All the women burst out laughing.The closeup had a message from Laney: “Can you believe this is all he has?Not much of a man, so decided to see how he works as a woman.””I always kinda thought he had short-man complex,” said April, mypersonnel director. “I just wasn’t sure what was causing it!” The womenwere helpless with laughter.Brenda stopped working for a moment and picked up her own phone. “I wantthat too!” she said. “I’m asking her for it.” Like April, she read outloud as she typed: “Can I have a copy? Is it secret or ok to share?”Seconds later, she read the reply. “We have no secrets.” The receptionist,Deanna, had just appeared to show in Rita’s next client. She had overheardthe conversation.”Tell Mrs. Powers to send it to me so I’ll have it on the desktop in thefront. That way, I can email it easily to whoever wants it,” Deanna said.”I want it!” said Rita. “Who else does?” All of the manicurists, and aboutfour of the clients, raised their hands. Deanna scribbled their names onher pad and disappeared. Brenda resumed working on my nails and theattention shifted away from me, to my relief. About five minutes later,phones up and down the table began dinging. Rita checked hers first.”Hey, she sent them both – the one with the ruler and the one showing yourface!” she said. “I guess you really don’t have any secrets!””Apparently not,” I mumbled.”I’d love to post that on Facebook, but it’d obviously violate theirpolicies,” said Rita.”That would, but this wouldn’t,” said Brenda, holding up the camera withthe photo she had just taken of me getting my nails done. She hit theintercom button. “Deanna, can you stick your head in when you’re on theway through?””Sure,” came the reply. It didn’t take long before Deanna reappeared.”Brenda turned the camera around so that Deanna could see the picture ofme getting my nails done. “Is there any reason we can’t put this on ourFacebook page?””Absolutely not. Mr. and Mrs. Powers both signed releases allowing us touse his image however we like. I’ll post it and tag Mr. and Mrs. Powers sothat all their friends will be sure and see it,” said Deanna. I realizedthat must have been in the papers I signed without reading them.”Great!” said Brenda. “Go ahead and say in the cutline that we’ll soon beposting images after he gets his hair and makeup done. I imagine we canget some of him in his new dresses later after he’s done shopping too!””I’ll have it up in five minutes.” Deanna took the camera and disappeared.Brenda, meanwhile, had painted my nails a bold mauve. “It’s called JavaMauve,” she explained. “I’m using a gel polish that can’t be removedexcept with special chemicals, so you won’t have to worry about itchipping. “Mrs. Powers said to use something that was bold and feminine -not something that Gothic men are wearing.”Deanna had just returned with the camera. “It’s up, and we already havefour likes and two comments! I created an album called “Mike Powers,” sowe can post everything there. Of course, anybody can “like” a photo andshare it with all their Facebook friends.” She noticed my polished nails.”Ooh, perfect timing! Hold your hands up next to your face.” I did so andshe snapped another photo. “I’ll go ahead and post this. Be right back.”A few minutes later, Brenda was finishing up, and April had just removedher nails from the dryer. She checked her iPhone. “Oh look, the oneshowing the nails is up! There! Sharing is SO easy!””You’ve been doing Facebook from the very beginning, haven’t you, April?How many Facebook friends do you have?” someone asked.”About 1,200, including most of the Powers Design employees, members ofthe Chamber of Commerce and just people I know around town. I even haveDaria Henley on my list. And they’ll all see these!” said April.”Daria Henley? The Channel 4 anchorwoman?””Yep.””Well,” said Rita. “I guess no secrets means no secrets.””It does now!” said April. “Oh, wait! I manage the company’s Facebook pagetoo!” She tapped her screen a few more times. “There! Now it’s in the feedfor Powers Design!”Finally, we moved over to the pedicure area, where there was a lot moreprivacy. Brenda painted my toes the same color as my fingernails and tookthe obligatory “before and after” photos. An hour later, I was usheredinto the hair area, where Rita was waiting for me. If anything, it waseven more crowded than the nail area, though there was more space betweenstations.As we were about to get started, I saw Laney’s reflection in the mirror.She was dressed conservatively for her these days, in tight jeans and alow-cut tank top. Her makeup was dramatic, as usual.”I just wanted to check on you,” she said breezily. “Oh, the nail polishis perfect! What are we going to do with his hair, Rita?””His hair’s long enough that we can do anything we want to with it. I wasthinking I’d dye him a dark blonde and add some lighter blonde streaks.How long do you want it?”Laney patted her manicured finger to her lips thoughtfully. “What are yourthoughts?””If we leave it long, I can put some layers in it, but it may not be thatbig of a change. If you want some serious drama, I could do a loose spiralperm and cut it about shoulder length in lots of different layers. Ofcourse, he wouldn’t be able to pull it back very well,” she said.”Perfect! Let’s do that!” Laney said. “Well, I’d best be going now. Mike,I also brought you a little something to wear for your shopping trip. It’sa lot nicer than the jeans you wore this morning.” She removed the bagcovering the hanger to reveal a ruffly pink dress with a hem that flaredout. “I didn’t bring any panties, and it’s very short and loose around thehem, so be careful – and stay out of the breeze!”All work in the hair area had stopped while she showed off the address.Laney was enjoying the attention.”At least from what I’ve seen, he doesn’t hang down too far,” said Rita,winking.”No, it’s kinda sad, isn’t it? Now you know why I’m having to make somechanges in both of our lives,” said Laney. She turned back to me.”Speaking of which, I’m entertaining a guest this evening, and you’ll begoing home with Sandra for a while after your shopping trip. I gathereverybody around here has figured out why at this point,” she said.”Seems a safe assumption,” said Rita. “Don’t worry. When I’m done withhim, there won’t be a trace of male left in his hair. And I feel sure whenAngie is done with his makeup, there won’t be a trace left in his faceeither!””It really means a lot to me that you don’t judge me,” said Laney.”Judge you? I applaud you for getting what you need. You go girl!” saidRita.Laney turned back to me and said, “see you later, pretty girl!”I spent the next two hours getting my hair colored, highlighted andpermed. “It’s really generous of you to let Mrs. Powers have … company.Women have needs, you know, and I hate to tell you this, but size DOESmatter,” Rita said.”It wasn’t really my idea,” I said. “Neither was all this.””Can I give you some advice?” she asked. “You’ll come off looking a lotbetter if you pretend it is. That way people see you as generous andadventurous instead of as a weak victim. Just think about it.”Finally, my hair was dry and she turned me so that I could see myself inthe mirror. I literally didn’t recognized myself. My full, curly blondehair framed my face in delicate spirals. “Time to get you in that littledress and take you out front for your makeup. You’re almost ready to facethe public,” said Rita, snapping the obligatory photos.”Aren’t you going to post those?” someone asked.”Not yet,” said Rita. “In a few minutes we’ll have him made up and wearingthat little dress, and we’ll introduce the new Mike Powers to the worldthen!”The dress was much shorter than it looked, and the hem flared out in a waythat revealed even more. With no underwear, I was afraid I might poke out.Despite that, I realized that I had a strong erection. Angie showed up andsaid, “Wow! Let’s go finish this job!”I followed her toward the front, wobbling in my heels. On the way, shestepped back into manicuring area and had me twirl for the nail techs.Finally, we went to the front, where the makeup stand was located. April,my company’s personnel director, was just settling up her bill.”Well well! Look at the boss man now!” she said and I sat up on the stool.She pulled out her iPhone and took a photo. “Look at that!” she said. “Hisweewee was sticking out. You can see it in the picture. Guess I can’t postTHAT on Facebook!””No, but you can send it to me,” said Angie. “And me,” added Deanna fromthe front counter.Mercifully, April finally left, and Angie went to work on my makeup. “Thisactually won’t take too long, because I’ve already decided what to do. Thefoundation will be heavy, but we’re just using light eyeliner. I want tokeep it fresh and feminine, not harsh and draggy.”When she let me look in the mirror, I couldn’t help being impressed. Itwas indeed dramatic, but none of the colors called attention tothemselves. “The lips are similar to the mauve on your nails, but just abit lighter.” She began pulling the products off the shelves and puttingthem into a bag.”You can play with the colors a bit over the weekend, but on Monday,you’re coming in for a lesson so you can do this for yourself. But fornow, you’re done,” she said. “Now stand up!”After a half hour of trying to sit on the stool in the short dress withoutexposing myself any further, I was relieved to stand up. Angie took abouta dozen photos – some up close, and some full-length showing off thedress. She handed the camera to Deanna. “Want to transfer these to thedesktop where you can put them on the Facebook page?” she asked thereceptionist.”Absolutely. There. Already done! I’m posting a couple of closeups and afull length,” she said.Deanna turned to me. “Sweetie, we’re done with you for now. I calledSandra, and she’s on her way rus escort bayan to pick you up. Just sit over there on thecouch until she gets here,” she said. She turned back to the computer andresumed uploading the photos.It was another 15 minutes or so until Sandra arrived. As she walked in thefront door, she said loudly, “I’m ready to take Mike Powers shopping. Ishe ready?”Deanna pointed to me on the couch. Sandra introduced herself and sat nextto me, talking about all the pretty heels and dresses I was going to buy -all while a lady I didn’t know sat across from us hearing every word.Finally, we got up to leave, and as we left, Deanna said excitedly.”Oh look, Mr. Powers! You’ve gone viral. That shot of you in the dress has121 comments and 284 likes!”Suddenly, shopping for dresses in the department store seemed like arelief from all the publicity, but I would soon learn that I was wrong!”So, Mr. Mike Powers, I feel like I already know you,” said Sandra, thepersonal shopper my wife, Laney, had hired to take me shopping for women’sclothing. We were leaving the Pink Pearl Spa, where I had received a fullmakeover. I was dressed in a short, frilly pink dress and impossibly highheels. My delicate curls framed my face.”Laney’s told you a lot about me?” I asked.”That, and I’ve been tracking your progress all afternoon. You know thosephotos the Pink Pearl staff has been putting on their Facebook page?That’s just the beginning of it. People are “sharing” the pictures rightand left. I’ve had no fewer than a dozen Facebook friends share yourphotos just in the past few minutes! You’re famous!” she said.The news made me nervous. “Could people recognize me?””Does it matter? They’re all clearly labeled as being you. Here, look.”Sandra pulled out her Android and launched Facebook. “Look – another three… no, seven people just while we were inside! Read the cutline. “Thesephotos are tracking the transformation of local executive Mike Powers,president and CEO of Powers Design, a leading interior design firm.”I got a sick feeling. “I’m fucked,” I said.”Not from what I hear,” said Sandra. “In fact, I hear you’re the only oneat your house last night who didn’t get fucked. Yes, Laney has told meeverything – your tiny dick, her years of frustration, and her decision totake control of her life by making up for lost time. You’ll be stayingwith me after our trip so you won’t be in the way while she fucks one ofyour own employees.””Who?” I asked.”She didn’t give me a name – just described him as a black guy with areputation for the biggest dong ever. Apparently, after so many years ofbeing deprived, she can’t get enough cocks – or big enough ones. You know,if he gets her pregnant, you’re going to have a black baby to raise! I’dsay that would be hard to explain, I guess not, since everybody in townknows your sweet little wife is jumping on every cock in sight – exceptyours,” said Sandra. She laughed out loud.I knew right away who it was: Lenny Sadler. He was an arrogant asshole,and apparently he was fucking Laney. At the moment, I was even more takenaback by Sandra’s cruel attitude. While it had turned out that the ladiesin the spa knew about my situation, they had at least tried to becourteous and act as if they cared about feelings. Sandra seemed to revelin my misery.It was time to change the subject. “So where are we going?” I asked.”I guess we should start at Foundations Inc., since I posted that we’d begoing there first. You need bras, panties, garterbelts, stockings corsetsand a couple of nice nighties. You can’t keep wearing Laney’s frillies,you know!”I was outraged. “You posted where we were going?” Sandra shocked me byswatting me across the mouth with a vicious backhand. “Don’t you everraise your voice to me again. Now dig into your new cosmetics stash andget out your lipstick, liner and gloss. I’m not going to be seen with youwith your lips messed up.”I did so, using the mirror on the visor over the passenger seat to repairthe damage from Sandra’s hand. I finished just as we pulled into theparking lot. There were about 30 people gathered around the door – somewith camcorders. “Keep your legs together when you get out of the car, oryour pecker may turn up on Youtube,” she warned.”How did you know I wasn’t wearing panties?” I asked. She ignored me andgot out and started toward the store entrance. I carefully swung my legsaround and began mincing inside in my flared dress and heels. She wasmugging for the cameras and answering questions. “Yes, this is Mr. MikePowers, CEO of Powers Design. He’s in desperate need of some prettyundies!””Did his wife really make him do this because he has a small dick?”someone asked. She just smiled, turned to me and said, “C’mon Tiny. Wehave an appointment inside.” I wondered how many camcorders had caughtthat sound bite.Things were more calm inside the store. A tall lady in her fifties walkedover to greet us. “I’m Harriett, the owner. You’ll be safe in here. I madeit very clear that only serious customers are welcome in the store.” Sheturned to me. “Mr. Powers, I presume.”I hung my head. “Yes ma’am.””You’ve created quite a stir. I’m uncomfortable with it, but I suspect itwill be good for my business. We’ve never had so much publicity. Sandra’stold me what all you need, so I have put out a number of items for you totry. Once we establish your size, you won’t have to keep trying everythingon, though we’ll still need to see how some styles look on you. First,let’s do bras. You’ll use these prosthetics to fill them out. Just slidethem into each bra when you try it on and come out to show us.”She turned to a salesgirl who appeared to be about 18. “Tiffany, take himin the first changing room. Bring me the dress and we’ll hang it up untilhe needs it so it won’t get wrinkled.” The girl was a walkingadvertisement for cleavage-enhancing bras, spilling out of her scoopedneckline with tits that had to be at least C cups but looked like E’s.”Turn around, and I’ll unzip you,” Tiffany ordered. I turned, and shequickly unzipped the dress all the way. “Now step out of it.””I turned around, holding up the dress to cover me. “Can I just hand itover the top?”Tiffany rolled her eyes and sighed, and Sandra intervened. “Do as shesays. Now,” Sandra said.I turned back to face away when Tiffany said, “No, I think you should facethis way. We all want to know if the stories are true.””Do it,” said Harriett. “Let’s just get this part out of the way.” Ifaced them and worked my arms out of the spaghetti straps, letting thedress slide down. I stepped out of it and heard a click. Sandra had justsnapped a picture.”Don’t worry … this is just for your scrapbook. Laney wants every stepof our trip chronicled.”I was even more alarmed to note that Tiffany had been recording me with aFlip video. “Don’t worry about that either,” said Sandra. “That’s for themultimedia part of the scrapbook, unless you get stupid.””Smile and wave,” said Tiffany. “Tell us your name and why you’re buyinglingerie.””I’m Mike Powers, and I’m buying lingerie because my wife, Laney, asked meto do so.””That’ll do for now,” said Sandra.Harriett handed me two bras. “Let’s try the red one first. No need to shutthe door. We’ve all seen it anyway, and it’ll just waste time. Tiffany,help him get the bras off and on.Soon, Sandra had settled into three styles she liked – all lacy andpadded. She bought two of each style in pink, two in white, and one eachin black, red and lavender..”All of these colors are available in three panty styles – standard,bikini and thong. Which panties do you want him to try?” Harriett askedSandra.”Let’s come back to that. First, do you have garter belts in all thecolors?”Every one of ’em,” said Harriett. “That”s one big advantage we have overthe chain stores like Victoria’s Secret – a wider variety of styles andcolors. We also have two styles of garter belts – one very lacy, and onemore simple. Do you have a preference?””Let’s see them both,” said Sandra. By this time, I had been on fulldisplay for more than a half hour, and when I tried on the lacy red garterbelt, I got an inconvenient erection.”Goodness, somebody likes these!” said Tiffany, once again running thevideo camera. Sandra, likewise, had captured my erection for posterity.Harriet pulled out one of those cloth tape measures they use in clothingstores. “Can we measure it to see if it’s true that it’s only three and aquarter inches fully erect?” she said. Harriett sighed and nodded. Tiffanystretched it up against my penis. “Actually, a little short. More likethree inches even,” she said.”Hold it there a second,” said Sandra. She snapped another photo with thetape measure. “There. I know a few ladies who’ll love that.””Let’s how he likes it with stockings,” said Harriett. She handed me apair of red textured stockings and showed me how to pull them up withoutgetting a run.”Perfect. We’ll get those in all the colors. And give him thongs in redand black. But I’m going to recommend he go without panties most of thetime, especially when he’s wearing garters. It’ll help him learn to walklike a lady,” said Sandra.Finally, Sandra pronounced my lingerie purchases complete. “Let’s let himwear a garter and stockings with his dress,” said Sandra. “Tiffany, whydon’t you pick out a color.”Tiffany put on a show of engaging in thought. “Well, the conventionalchoice would be pink to match the dress. So I’m thinking … lavender!”I put on the garter belt and stockings and realized that the dress was soshort that the tops of the stockings and a couple of inches of the garterswere showing. The garish lavender – which had black trim – practicallyscreamed “streetwalker.”Sandra and Harriett both laughed. “How wonderfully trashy,” Sandra said.Tiffany grinned broadly. Sandra snapped another photo or two, and Tiffanymade me strut across the store for some more video.As we prepared to leave, I noticed a much larger crowd had gathered outfront.”Uh oh,” said Sandra. “I’m afraid it got posted when we arrived. Let melook.” She pulled out her Android and opened Facebook. “Just as Isuspected,” she said, showing me a photo that clearly showed me enteringthe store, wearing the frilly dress.”Would you like to leave by the back way?” asked Harriett.”No, that’s ok. We’d still have to get to the car out front. We’ll justhave to run the gauntlet. The good news for you is that they’ll follow uswhen we leave and you can get back to normal,” said Sandra.”Maybe a couple will stay and buy something. At any rate, you boughtenough to make it our best day in months,” said Harriett. “You’re welcometo bring him back, but next time let’s do it quietly, after regular storehours.””Fair enough. Meanwhile, I’d better keep an eye on him, or some guy maystart hitting on him in that slutwear,” said Sandra, producing a laugh.Finally, she said, “You go on out to the car. I’ll get the bags and waitright behind you. It takes you forever to walk in those heels, and I don’twant to wait around on you.”I steeled myself and walked out the door. I could hear dozens of camerasgoing off, and several videos were running. In the heels, it wasimpossible to walk quickly – or without appearing to prance. “This willlook even better than the Youtube video I posted of him coming in,” saidone lady. When I got to the car, I turned around expecting to see Sandra,but she wasn’t there. I was on my own!The stalkers crowded around me, shoving camcorders in my face and askingquestions:”How do you like being a star?””Are you really being punished for having a small cock?””Where are you going next?”Finally, Sandra came out and let me in the car. The people kept asking herquestions. “Mr. and Mrs. Powers appreciate all your interest, and whilethey understand the novelty of the situation, they prefer not to talkabout the reasons for it,” she said.”What’s your name?” Sandra couldn’t resist the opportunity to plug herpersonal shopping service. “Sandra Simpson, personal shopper. You can findme on Facebook,” she said.”What’d you buy Mr. Powers?” someone asked.”Well, these, for one thing,” she said, lifting my hem slightly to showthe garters and stockings. “Quite a few of these, some bras. But hey,that’s kinda personal, isn’t it?” The line produced a huge laugh from thecrowd, and she got in and began to drive off.”What took you so long?” I asked. “I was just having to stand out therehaving my picture taken.”Sandra gave me a harsh look. “Do you need another slap across the jaw? Ittook Tiffany a minute to copy the photos onto their computer so she couldemail them to Deanna at the spa.”During my makeover, Deanna – the spa’s 16-year-old receptionist – had beendutifully posting photos to a “Mike Powers” album on their Facebook page.”Don’t worry,” said Sandra. “She can’t post most of these, because theyviolate Facebook policy. She’ll just send them to the women who hadrequested updates. At any rate, you are at least covered in the picturesand videos people took in the parking lot, so I imagine plenty are beingupload as we speak.””Are they following us?” I asked.”A couple are, but we’re heading to the mall now, and I called ahead. Themall cops said they’d keep the crowds at bay so we can shop in peace. Ididn’t do it for you, but for me. If we created too much of a disturbancethey might ask us to leave. That’d be very bad for my business.””Can I ask a favor?” I said.”You can ask.””Can we at least get me a few outfits with pants? Also, I’d be a lot morecomfortable if I could wear some panties under this dress.””We’ll see, but I wouldn’t count on it,” she said. I’ve picked out severaldresses to try on at Nordstrom, and we’ll pick up some additional pairs ofshoes there.””Am I going to get some that I can walk in without killing myself?”Sandra laughed. “Not likely. I might go as low as three inches, but noless. You’re not going to learn to walk in heels by wearing flats.””What are we going to do after we get done shopping?” I asked.”It depends on how much time there is, and how it’s going for your wife.Since she still has a sore pussy from last night, she may quit a littleearlier, but I said I’d keep you overnight if necessary. If so, you’llsleep on the floor, of course.””So obviously Laney’s telling you more than she’s telling me, which ispractically nothing. Is this my new life?” I asked.Sandra laughed long and hard.”Oh, no! Not at all! Your new life will be far worse than anything you’veexperienced so far!”I adjusted the ruffles in my short pink prom dress as I rode in the carwith Sandra, the personal shopper my wife had hired to take me shoppingfor feminine clothes after my morning being made over at the spa. We hadjust left Foundations, Inc., the city’s most exclusive lingerie store,after having to face a frenzy of gawkers and individuals with cell phonecameras and video cameras. They knew exactly where to find us, because thestaff at the Pink Pearl Spa had posted photos – with full identification -of me in various stages of having my nails, hair and makeup done. To makematter worse, because of my prominent position as president of PowersDesign, the photos were rapidly being “shared” on Facebook.”One bad thing about all the attention is that we’re running way behind,”said Sandra. “The simple fact of the matter is that you’ve got to get someclothes, asap. All your boy clothes have been sent off to the SalvationArmy, and the only outfit you have right now is hanging on your back. Youcan’t wear the same dress two days in a row – it’d be embarrassing!”She paused a moment to see if I would pick up on the irony. After mypublic and private humiliations over the past 24 hours, wearing the samething two days in a row was the least of my worries.”That’s ok. We’re kicking into overdrive now,” she said. “You have gartersand stockings to go with everything you could conceivably wear in terms ofdresses and skirts, so we don’t have to worry about that,” she said. Shepulled into the mall parking deck and parked in a restricted space by thedoor. “I got special permission to park in this area. The general publicisn’t allowed in here, so we can avoid your fans for the moment,” she saidwith a chuckle.We got out and were about to walk in when Sandra stopped and looked me inthe eye. “We need to go over the ground rules. You know those littleoutbursts in the car and in the lingerie shop? If that happens again, Iwill return this call. Do you know who that is?”She held up her phone to reveal the Caller ID for Fox Channel 4, thecity’s largest TV station.”Now what do you think they might be interested in?”We both knew exactly what they were pursuing. April, my company’spersonnel director, had “shared” my makeover photos, ensuring that her1,200 Facebook friends would see them. Among those friends was DariaHenley, anchorwoman for the Six O’Clock News. Of course, hundreds ofpeople had shared them by now, so Daria Henley had no doubt been seeingthem all day.”Did you actually talk to her?””Briefly, while you were changing. I told her we didn’t have time for atelevised interview today, but she’s persistent. You’re a major localbusiness figure, and she thinks something this unconventional for somebodyin your position is news. Fortunately, she said April had agreed to aninterview addressing any concerns that this might create for thebusiness.””APRIL?!! She’ll hang me out to dry, and it’s the president’s job to dointerviews.”Sandra sighed deeply. “If you prefer, I can drive you over to the stationso you can do it yourself. But given the way you look, I don’t advise it.Maybe having her do it will satisfy their curiosity and buy you an extraday before you have to go in front of the cameras.”Obviously, I had no choice but to take my chances with April. But I knewthat the problem wouldn’t go away, and that the TV station would be afterme again the next day.I hung my head in defeat, and Sandra said, “Excellent! Let’s go shopping!”Our first stop was Nordstrom’s, which admitted us through a side door.However, we had to walk straight through the store’s main floor to reachthe escalator.”Hi Mr. Powers,” said a girl at the MAC counter. “Your makeup looks nice,but come back by and let me show you what some bolder MAC colors can do!”Two other employers and three shoppers – none of whom I knew – greeted meby name. We soon reached the “Careers” section.”We’ll start here,” said Sandra. She introduced me to three women whoalready seemed to know my life story and were a bit too eager to help. Iwas relieved – if that word could possibly apply – that the first fewoutfits were relatively conservative.”Every girl has to have a good wardrobe of career wear. You can’t beshowing off the goods every day at the office,” said Sandra. “Don’t worry.You won’t be frumpy. We’ll get some really hot shoes to go with each andspice them up,” she said. “Let’s go see what they have in the shoedepartment.”The shoe department was crowded, so we browsed among the shoes whilewaiting for a salesperson. One greeted us in passing: “Hello, Mr. Powers.We’ll be with you in a few minutes.” Finally, a thin, fortyish manintroduced himself.”Hi Mr. Powers. I’m Ramon, and I’ll be helping you pick out some shoestoday. Sandra and I have known each other for years, of course. What can Ihelp you with?””Mr. Powers here is wearing the only shoes he owns at the moment, so Ihope you’re on commission,” said Sandra.”You know I am, and I’ve become a big fan of Mr. Powers today,” said Ramonwith a wide smile. “Lovely dress, but a bit froufrou for shopping, isn’tit?””We’ve been working on that too,” sand Sandra. “I want him to try onseveral different styles – starting with some sandals with an open heel.Nothing less than 4″ – or maybe 4 1/2″ if it has a platform,” she said.She pointed to a pink heel. “That one looks nice for starters.””Yes ma’am,” said Ramon. As he went to retrieve the shoes in the back ofthe store, Sandra turned to me. “Each style of shoe will play a differentrole. The sandals look simple, but they are actually the most difficult towalk in, because there’s nothing holding them on your foot. How are yourfeet feeling now?””They’re killing me,” I said.”They’ll be hurting a lot more before we’re done. The sandals will make itimpossible to walk like a man, with big steps and putting your heel downfirst. You’ll have to take little short, feminine steps to avoid falling.”Ramon arrived with several boxes and pulled up a stool. I was sitting withmy legs crossed, trying to avoid exposing myself.”Very ladylike, but I’m going to have to have a foot,” said Ramon. Iuncrossed my legs and held one out. Ramon placed it up on the slopedsurface of the stool, causing my knees to separate. He glanced discreetlyup my skirt and quickly shift his gaze back to the foot.”Lovely garter belt, by the way,” he said. “Foundations Inc.?””Yes,” I said.”There. See if you can walk in those.” Despite the simple appearance, theheels felt impossible to walk in. I stumbled and fell into Ramon’s arms.”Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. We’ll take those,” said Sandra. Wewent through several more in similar styles, purchasing high heel sandalsin pink with white polka dots, yellow with ribbons, and red.We moved on to strappy stilettos, which stayed on more easily but put moreof a strain on the balls of my feet. Ramon continued to glance up my dressat every opportunity.”Does he need anything for casual wear?” asked Ramon.”I think not,” said Sandra. “He won’t learn a thing walking in flats andlow heels. “Say, didn’t you stock some of those specialty heels for awhile?””The ones you called stripper heels?” he asked. “As a matter of fact, wejust got a new shipment and were going to set up the display tonight afterclosing. Want to see some?””Yes, something outrageous,” she said.”Honey, they’re ALL outrageous!” said Ramon with a laugh. “I’ll be rightback.”He returned with several boxes and pulled out a pair of red platformsandals. “Two-inch platform and seven-inch heel, but notice there’s noback or ankle strap. He could break an ankle in these if he’s notcareful,” he said.”We’ll take our chances. Do you have one with an ankle strap? Just in casehe’s having trouble with the slip-ons,” said Sandra.”Right here,” he said.”Fine. I’ll take both styles in red, hot pink and black if you have it.””We have it,” said Ramon. “You realize, these styles are a little moreflagrantly sexual than our usual lines.”Sandra laughed. “I shop for a living, Ramon! Trust me, I know. At anyrate, we’re on our way to Forever 21.””Well, these will go perfectly with their stuff!” said Ramon. He turnedback and took my hand, clasping it between both of his. “I can’t tell youwhat a pleasure it’s been serving you. Actually, I could – but storepolicy forbids it.” He winked at Sandra.Sandra looked at the bags. “We’re going to have to take some of these outto the car. Here are the keys. You take them while I pick out someearrings. Meet me back in the jewelry department. Don’t even think aboutstealing my car and leaving, or you’ll be pretty popular spending thenight in jail in that outfit!” she said.My feet were aching from trying on all the shoes, and it took me foreverto get to the car and back. I was looking for the jewelry section when Iwalked by the MAC counter again.”Lost, Mr. Powers?” It was the same girl who had spoken with us earlier.”Jewelry,” I mumbled.”Just around the corner. Y’know, I wasn’t k**ding. I’d love to do yourmakeup,” she said.”That’s up to the lady I’m shopping with,” I said.”Aha! Great! See ya later!” she said.Sandra appeared to be peeved. “I don’t like to be kept waiting,” she said.”Those studs in your ears make it look like you’re trying to pretend to bea boy. Get them out.” I heard a giggle and realized that despite thesecurity guards’ promise, we were attracting a small following. A girlheld up her camera and snapped a photo.”Put these in,” said Sandra. “You’ve already bought them.” The earringswere a massive hoops with concentric loops hanging down from a chain. Theyclinked every time I moved my head.”Perfect. Sometimes a girl’s got to call attention to herself, and nowpeople will hear you coming,” said Sandra. “As if you’re not doinganything ELSE to call attention to yourself.” She giggled.We walked out into the mall area and Sandra continued to talk.”There are times in a girl’s life when it isn’t about quality and taste,but about advertising her availability. Like your wife’s been doing forthe past year! The clothes here are designed for teenagers, who as youknow tend to have pretty slutty tastes, so this is naturally escort rus bayan the bestplace for finding stuff to wear for when you’re looking for some …action. The quality isn’t great, but it’s the effect we’re after,” saidSandra.”Hi Mikey Baby,” said a girl with black hair, black eyeshadow and blacklips. I clearly had moved down about 10 classes. “Ready for some seriousminis? Sandra doesn’t usually bring her upscale clients in here – nottheir kinda store, I guess. So I was excited to hear you were coming!”As had been the case all day, I had no choice, as the girl steered me intoa booth and handed me an outfit. “It’s good that you’re small and thin, sowe’ll have a lot that will fit you. Keep the bra and fake boobs on underthe top and step into the skirt.”The top wasn’t so bad – basically just a thin T-shirt – though I didn’tlike the way the lacy lavender bra showed through it. The tight blackskirt was a different story. It couldn’t possibly be more than eightinches from waist to hem and was so tight that my penis made a bulge inthe material – right at the hem, so that it was obvious to anyone that (a)I was a male, and (b) if the material shifted in the least, I would exposemyself. The skirt was so short it showed several inches of the garter.Sandra instructed me to open the door and looked me over top to bottom.”Hot!” said the Goth girl, who called herself Pica.”Assuming he doesn’t get arrested!”said Sandra. She turned back to me.”Even Laney wouldn’t be caught dead in that. Here, go over to the stooland put these on and we’ll get a photo,” she said. She handed me one ofthe pairs of stripper heels we had just bought. “If you can get those onwithout exposing yourself, the skirt fits,” she said. Several onlookersroared with laughter as I fumbled with the shoes, trying to keep mykneecaps faced away from the store. I stood up shakily.”Let’s see you walk!” said Pica. I took a few steps and realized thatSandra had given her the video camera, which was running.”Yep, I think that’s a keeper,” said Sandra, snapping the first of severalphotos. I realized I had dropped my purse and bent over to get it.”Whoa!” said Sandra, prompting a laugh. “Giving a peep is one thing, butyou just showed off the whole thing. That WILL get you arrested. Stoop,don’t kneel!””Maybe we should go with something a little bigger?” I said hopefully.”No way,” said Pica. “We girls wear that all the time. You should get ataste of it. Just keep that teenie weenie hidden away. From what I’vebeen reading on Facebook, it’s nothing you want to show off anyway. Threeand a quarter inches all hard? Is that what it said?””There’s a new update on that. It was an even three inches lastmeasurement,” said Sandra.A crowd of at least a dozen had gathered around for the spectacle, andthey roared with laughter. Several were taking photos with their cameras,and a couple seemed to be uploading – to Facebook, I assumed.”How do you spell your name again?” someone asked.”Powers,” said Sandra. “Mike Powers. No rush folks, he’s going to betrying on several other outfits here.”I ended up with a purple bubble dress, a loose-fitting miniskirt and a redskin tight stretch minidress. The red stretch minidress was the tightestand shortest of all, and it was almost impossible to adjust pull it downenough to hide my penis. To make things worse, I got an erection whilemodeling it, and my cock poked out the bottom for all to see. A girlscreamed.”That’s OK,” said Sandra. “Just be careful. He’ll wear that one withthese.” She pulled out the 7″ stripper sandals. “You can bag up the rest,”she said.She stopped and looked at my legs. “That red looks just awful with thelavender garters and stockings,” she said. “I stuck the black garter beltin my purse, but I don’t have any black stockings with me.””We do!” said Pica. “If he doesn’t mind wearing fishnets.””Fishnets are perfect. Ring them up, along with everything else.” Shehanded me the stockings and garter belt and sent me back to the changingroom. “Skin tight red micro mini with hooker heels and black garters andfishnets. Yummy!” she said.As Sandra handed Pica my credit card, her phone rang. I worried that itmight be the anchorwoman, but it obviously wasn’t.”Oh yeah, it’s been great fun! Have you seen the pictures? Hmm, I don’tknow how long I’m going to have him. Let me call you right back.””Um, Sandra, can I make a copy of the pictures? My friends won’t believeit,” asked Pica.”Sure, if you’ll do me a favor. She scribbled on a piece of paper. “That’sthe receptionist at the Pink Pearl Spa, who’s been posting his photos totheir web page. Would you email them to her?””Sure. We’re in school together,” said Pica. “Can I post them to myFacebook page too?””Of course!” said Sandra. “Wait. Let’s get one in the fishnets and you cansend her that too.”While Pica rang up the sale, Sandra made another call.”Hi Laney. Am I interrupting anything sordid? You’re k**ding! Wow. Gladyou’re having fun, but I bet it is getting pretty bruised. Are you goingto want your little hubby back tonight? If you’d like to go another round,I have a friend who just invited us for drinks and maybe some dinner. Yousure? Wonderful!” She hung up.”Well, we’ll have to pick up some more things tomorrow, but that’s aboutit for this trip. A friend wants to meet us for drinks, as you probablyheard. He saw your photos and wanted to meet you,” she said with asideways wink at Pica.We started back through the mall. Walking was now twice as difficult inthe stripper heels, and I knew the dress would expose my peepee with thetiniest movement. Even more people greeted me by name, and as we wentthrough the cosmetics are at Nordstrom the MAC girl who had greeted usearlier said, “You’re making a big mistake!”That stopped Sandra in her tracks. “How do you mean?””His makeup is all upscale and classy. Very nice. But the dress is …well, you know. Tiny red dress, showing black garters, fishnets, and mygod! Those heels!””True.””So where are you heading?””Iron Horse.””The gay leather bar? And you’re going to let him go in there with pinklips and PTA mom makeup? No way! Why don’t you let me do him a look that’smore appropriate. No obligation, and he’ll fit in a lot better.”Sandra looked at her watch. “We have time,” she said”I don’t want to go to a gay bar,” I said.”That settles it,” said Sandra, who gave me a look that said “if we’d beenin the car I’d have bloodied your nose for that one.””You gonna let me show you?””Every girl … or whatever” she wrinkled her mouth in somethingapproaching a sneer, “has to have a whole portfolio of looks. Why not? Getyour ass up there, shorty.”I was taken aback by her hostility, but not enough to keep me from asking,”But won’t Angie get her feelings hurt, since we’re re-doing the makeupshe did just this morning?””Not at all. She told me privately that she wished she had MAC’s boldercolors to work with.””Angie at Pink Pearl? Yeah, she’s my roomie. She hates that Aveda linethey carry, because it’s so … vanilla. Tell you what. I’ll call her andask.” She pulled out her iPhone and dialed. “Angie!! It’s me, Chrystal.Yeah, I’ve been watching the photos all day, and he’s standing right here.Listen, the shopper’s got him all decked out in the sluttiest little dressand hooker heels you ever saw, and they’re meeting friends at Iron Horse.Yeah, that was my reaction. So you wouldn’t get your feelings hurt if Idid him over? I’m thinking thick liner, cocksucker lips. Colors you don’thave. You sure? Great! Yep, looking forward to it. See you tonight!”She hung up the phone. “Angie says not only would her feelings not behurt, but she’d be horrified if you showed up in that outfit with thatmakeup.”Sandra turned to me. “I told you, asswipe! Now, on the stool! And keepyour legs together. If you get arrested, I never heard of you.” I notedthat Sandra was showing less and less respect for me as the day wore on.The stool didn’t have a back, and I knew I probably flashed anybody whowas looking, but I collected myself, crossed my legs and pointed my kneestoward the counter.”Very nice,” said Sandra. “OK, Chrystal, slut him up for me.”Chrystal laughed. “Well, that’s not exactly the term we use for it, butI’ll accept it if you promise not to repeat it. We don’t have to re-do thefoundation – just the eyes and lips. I’m going to do a very heavy eyeliner- top and bottom, and do the membrane inside the eye as well, to make iteven more intense. Then some black eyeshadow in the crease coming out tomeet the liner at the point. That work for you?””Perfect. I’m going to the lady’s room while you start,” said Sandra.Chrystal started to work.”It’s really cool meeting you. I feel like I know you! Have you seen allthe comments about your photos on Facebook?””No, I’ve been on the go all day. I know which photos are on the spa’sFacebook page, but not much more.””Well, you can look at them all when you get home tonight, but you havequite a fan base,” said Chrystal. Now look up.” She ran her pencil acrossthe inside of the membrane lining my eye. “Can I do the top one too?”Without waiting for an answer, she pulled my eye open by the eyelashes anddid the same to the upper lid, then repeated on the other eye.”Now we’ll do the traditional eyeliner,” she said, running the pencilaround the upper and lower lids. “I’m going to go into the crease withCarbon, which is our blackest eye shadow. We usually just use it forliner, but it fits your outfit!” Chrystal winked.Sandra returned just as Chrystal was finishing up the eyeliner.”Definitely glad you stopped us. You’re right. This is much more fittingfor the outfit – and several of the other outfits in the bag,” saidSandra. “What about the lips? How literal were you being when you said’cocksucker lips’?””There are several factors in choosing a lip color for an extreme sexylook. One is color, and I think we agree it’s either burgundy, deep purpleor bright red like mine. What’s your preference?””What about you? What’s your favorite?” Sandra asked.”I’m wearing it,” she said, pointing to her bright red lips. “But there’sa second factor. It’s a little delicate though. Maybe I should ask him.””Ask me. I make all the decisions,” said Sandra.”OK. If you mean it literally, you want to think about … uh … how muchfun he might be having in a night, and what effect you’re going for. Ifit’s just one or two, you can go with a traditional lipstick like our RubyWoo plus Russian Red gloss. That’ll make quite a mess, which can be prettycool and kind of sexy, especially if he’s at a party and comes out of therestroom with it all smeared.””I like the way you think!” said Sandra.”The other choice, which I’d recommend if he’s likely to do five or six,is our pro longwear product, which is basically a stain that will lastthrough the messiest …” she looked around to make sure nobody couldoverhear. “I mean … that is very durable,” she corrected herself,winking at Sandra.”I don’t plan to do any at all,” I protested.Sandra’s expression went dark, and she took out her keys. She held themout under the stool and dropped them. “Oops! I dropped my keys. Pick themup,” she ordered.I found it impossible to get off the stool without my knees flying apartat least slightly, and by the timing of the laughs, I assumed the three orfour spectators had seen my privates. I remembered the lesson from Forever21 and tried to stoop to get the keys rather than leaning over, but Icouldn’t reach them.”Come around to the other side and try it,” Sandra ordered. I stoopedagain and held my knees together to one side, but still the keys were outof reach. “Reach in. You have 10 seconds,” she said. My only choice was toflail my kneels apart on either side of the stool and wedge my shouldersin. I finally was able to grasp the keys, but I knew I had exposed myself.Indeed, when I stood back up, I remained exposed because the dress hadbeen hiked up.”Idiot!” said Sandra. “Pull your hem down.” I did so, but had grown hard,and even with the dress stretched over it, my penis was poking out like atent.Chrystal intervened. “Here, hop back on the stool and I’ll stand in frontof you,” she whispered. The blocked the view, which was fortunate, becauseI was now sticking straight toward the ceiling. She looked at Sandra, whoturned to the crowd.”Move along, folks. Just a little accident. Nothing to see here,” Sandrasaid. She blocked the other angle and said, “Let’s use the regularlipstick. If folks see it smeared, that’ll be good advertising.”Chrystal lined my lips with a burgundy pencil and filled them in with theRuby Woo lipstick. She added a heavy coat of rich, red gloss.”This is a very heavy, high maintenance lip. It smears at the drop of ahat, and it can be embarrassing, so keep a close eye on it. On the otherhand, it’s beautiful, and I often wear it myself. Especially when I’mlooking for … you know,” said Chrystal.Sandra smiled. “I do know indeed. We’ll take all the products you used,and if my boy here can tuck his little pecker away, we’ll get out of hereand keep our date.”At last, personal shopper Sandra and I were back in her car, with onlyone or two gawkers in sight. Perhaps having access to the mall’s privateparking area making a difference, and I hoped perhaps my humiliationswere becoming old news on the Internet.To put it kindly, I was dressed like a cheap hooker, in a tight reddress that barely covered my bare crotch. Showing clearly below the hemwere the black-and-silver garters holding up trashy fishnet stockings.My “hooker heels” were beginning to rub a blister.”Here. Look at your makeup. You are hilarious,” said Sandra, pullingdown the visor mirror. Chrystal, the MAC makeover artist, had lined myeyes heavily in purple on top and bottom, using a liquid liner extendingupward, where a bold purple shadow formed a distinct “V” in the outereye, with a luminescent silver on the lid. My lips were a bright red,with a darker red liner and gloss.Sandra pulled out of the parking deck. “We’re going to meet Laney,” shesaid.I rode in silence for a few seconds. “At that leather bar youmentioned?”She chuckled. “No. That was just a false trail to hopefully give us alittle relief from the people following you around. We’re going toIHOP.””I can’t go in there like this!” I said.”Why not? They don’t have a dress code that I’m aware of. Besides, Ijust got a text from Laney. She’s already there.”Five minutes later, we pulled into the International House of Pancakesparking lot, and to my relief, there were no throngs of voyeurs. Laneyhad obtained a booth toward the front of the store, by the window.”Wow!” said Laney, who stood up and surveyed me up and down. “You don’teven look like the same person I dropped off at the spa this morning.Well, how do you feel?””Overwhelmed,” I said.”Yet, he’s been enjoying it all, I think. He kept popping hard-ons allday,” said Sandra, producing a loud laugh from Laney and from anadditional female voice that had come up behind us. We turned to see ourwaitress, a fortyish woman with short hair, long earrings and little orno makeup. “I’m Inez, and I’ll be your server this evening. It’s anhonor to meet you, Mr. Powers. I’ve heard so much about you,” she said.”Would you care for some coffee?””Yes, please. Decaf.” She returned with cups for me and Sandra andtopped off Laney’s cup. “So what’re you going to have?” Laney ordered anomelette for herself and a fruit bowl for me. “He’s got to lose someweigh to fit better into those dresses,” she told the waitress.”Just coffee for me,” said Sandra.”I stayed away today, because I didn’t want to hover over Sandra and theothers. At any rate, I had some things to take care of in the office.””My office?””Yes, April – your personnel director – called me with some concernsabout how you’re going to be effective as leader of Powers Design inyour new … style, so we did some brainstorming about that. Beingtechnically the 51% shareholder, as well as nominally your wife, I wasthe natural person for her to turn to. As you can appreciate, there’squite a buzz around the office.”I knew it! Even though I’d done everything Laney had asked, she wasgoing to double cross me, fire me as CEO and leave me penniless. Orworse.”I know what you’re thinking, and the answer is no. You’ll continueindefinitely as president of the firm, and if anything you’ll take amore active role in its day to day activities. You kept your end of thebargain, and I’m keeping mine,” she said.Just then, April walked into the restaurant and came over to the table.”Good timing,” said Sandra. “I think my work is done for the day. Youcan have my seat, April.”April slid in across from Laney and me. “Cross your legs, Boss. I couldsee too much when I came around the corner. You can’t do that at theoffice. He’s hard again, by the way. He’s loving this,” she said toLaney and the departing Sandra, loud enough for the waitress, Inez tohear as she showed up with the food. Inez smirked.”So now what?” I asked.”Shut up,” said April. “We have some policy issues to cover with you. Aspersonnel director, I set policies for everyone, including you – workhours, benefits, review processes, dress codes and such. We ran into alittle problem today when it became clear that the rules need sometweaking – to say the least – for you to function with your new look.”What new look? I went along with this today, but I never agreed toanything more!””No?” said April. “It seems to me you agreed to whatever allows you toretain control of the firm, and that means the shareholders can make achange anytime they wish. In short, you will remain president and CEO atLaney’s pleasure.””No matter who has what powers, I can’t work dressed like this,” I said.”I agree,” said Laney. “You’ll have plenty of business dresses andskirts for the office. But to be a fully functional woman, you need tobuild up a base of experiences that mimic what we all went through as wewere growing up. The awkwardness of adolescence. Learning to handleunwanted advances. Dressing like a slutty teenage girl in her rebelliousstage. These are all essential parts of your growth,” she said.”So these clothes are just for today?” I asked hopefully.”Not by a long shot,” said Laney. “You’ll dress like ‘sex on a stick’for a while, but only in non-work hours. At work, you’ll wearrespectable career dresses and conservative makeup.””People are still not going to take me seriously,” I protested. “Whycan’t I just work as a male and do drag after hours? Lots of people dothat.””It’d just be too confusing,” said April. “The way we handle thistransition is critical to your future success and the success of thefirm. I think we’re all committed to that. So here is the plan. Mondaymorning, we issue a press release addressing the rumors that have beengoing around …””A bit more than rumors, I’d say,” the waitress Inez interrupted. “Sorry… was bringing your coffee and couldn’t help overhearing.””That’s ok,” said Laney. “Yes, a bit more than rumors, but continue,April.” Inez took the hint and went back to the kitchen.”Here’s the press release. I brought you a copy,” April said.POWERS DESIGN PRESIDENT TO LEAD COMPANY AS FEMALEMike Powers, founder and president of Powers Design, will continue tolead the company through a unique leadership transition as he fulfills alongtime desire to live full-time as a female. Effective immediately,his name has been legally changed to Michelle, and his official genderwill be listed as female. Accordingly, Michelle Powers will dress andact consistently with her new designation.While there has been a great deal of public interest in the personallife of our leader, the company will comply fully with HIPPArequirements and release no information – now or future – regarding ourCEO’s mental or physical health care and decisions. We ask that thisprivacy be respected.The following quotation may be attributed to Michelle Powers: “We allmake decisions in our personal lives that are nobody’s business. As acompany, we have always respected such lifestyle decisions as long asthe employee continued to adhere to company policies, and I will do so.I remain exactly the same person, with the same education, skills andtrack record. Our employees and clients can be assured that they willcontinue to receive the excellent service for which we have always beenknown.”I folded the press release and exhaled heavily. “So I dress as a femalefrom now on, right?””Yes,” said April. “And you’ll have my full support as personneldirector, as well as Laney’s as majority stockholder.””And what if I decide to dress as a male now and then?””That would be a problem. While you were out today, I had the SalvationArmy come by and get all of your male clothing – shoes, underwear, suitsand all. Today’s shopping represents your entire wardrobe. Well, notquite. I have bought some other things to ensure that you have plenty ofselection. Love your hair, by the way.””Thanks.”April continued. “After the press release goes out, you’ll meet with allemployees at 11 to assure them of your continued ability to lead thecompany. And by the way, neither of us doubts that ability in the least.Then we’ll take you over to Channel 4 for a taped interview with anchorDaria Henley, who will feature the exclusive interview on the SixO’Clock News. Daria and I have gone over the ground rules, and she willlimit her questions to the impact of your new lifestyle on your work.””Why can’t we just keep a low profile and let this die down?” I asked.”Our PR people tell me that the best way to make this die down is to getthe news out there officially. Once it’s a matter of record, you won’tbe news any more, and you can get on with your new life. You’ll stillhave fans who take photos of you in public, but there won’t be anythingleft to expose,” said April.There seemed to be little left to talk about. After a few moments ofsilence, I said, “So that’s it?””For now, for the office. There’s obviously a lot to be discussedbetween the two of you that’s none of my business. I won’t need to beinvolved in that except when you need to get approval for benefits ortime off for any medical procedures you may wish to undergo,” saidApril.We parted ways, with Laney driving me home.”What procedures?” I asked.”A few things will be necessary – medically and otherwise – for your newlife. For one thing, once your vestigal maleness is erased, it’ll beeasier for you to accept my own lifestyle choices, which will includewhatever lovers I choose to take on. This will be completely open, soyou’ll never have to wonder. Sometimes I will be getting a lot of sex,and sometimes not so much.” She shrugged. “That’s just the way thingsgo, right?””What about me?””What about you?””What do I get in the way of sex?””Remember I mentioned that vestigial maleness thing? Well, you knowbetter than I that every time a male has an orgasm, he gets uppity andloses interest in serving the women around him. I can’t allow that tohappen. We have one more stop to make,” she said. We pulled into atattoo parlor.”Ah. We were expecting you,” said a burly guy covered with tattoos. “Thejewelry is already sterilized and the area is prepped.””What jewelry?” I asked.”You’re getting five piercings. One’s called a Prince Albert – a PA, forshort. It heals quickly and will be used to attach this.” She pulled ablack device out of her purse. “Meet your future. It’s a PA-5000,designed to prevent you from having orgasms. See that cylinder lock?I’ll have the keys, and you’ll get out when I say you can. It’s securedby the PA piercing. Unfortunately, you have to heal first, so we can’tput it on for a couple of weeks, so we’re putting some 10g piercingsalong the top and bottom of your shaft to make it impossible for you tomasturbate or have sex. When the PA heals, we’ll take those out, becausethe device will prevent any unauthorized monkey spanking,” she said.The piercings went was surprisingly quickly. The piercer inserted the PAjewelry, which hurt briefly, then did two piercings on the top of myshaft and on the frenum. “That should do it,” said the piercer. “Itdoesn’t leave him much to work with, and it would hurt like hell.”She thanked him and we went home, where she showed me my new closet offemale clothing. “I’ve got it nicely organized so that the careerclothes are on the right and the slutty stuff is on the left. All skirtsand dresses. No pants. No flats. At least not until you learn how todress properly and it becomes second nature.””What about these procedures you and April mentioned?””Awww, I know you’re eager to get on with it, but we must save somethingfor tomorrow, don’t you think? Put on one of those nighties for me andlet’s go to bed. You can sleep with me tonight. In fact, I’d like yourtongue between my legs while I go to sleep. Once I’m clearly asleep, youcan sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Goodnight princess!”

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