MODEL HUSBAND

written by Donna Collins 
 
based on an original story by Kathy 


Bill Kendall was getting out of the hospital. Just the thought of 
leaving the place made him want to hoot and holler for joy, and he 
would have if he could. For now though, he was very weak, and it 
took considerable energy for him just to bid farewell to the staff 
of nurses who had cared for him during the past two months.

Two months - it seemed unbelievable, thought Bill as his wife, 
Loretta, wheeled him down the corridor. For the first month he had 
lost all comprehension of time. He had only vague, dreamlike 
memories of people floating in and out of his consciousness; 
nurses, doctors, Loretta. Yes, thank goodness for Loretta. Bill 
smiled and placed a delicate hand onto hers. He felt how strong her 
hand seemed compared to his own. A now familiar feeling washed over 
him, one of frailty, weakness. Bill had always gotten by on 
strength, the strength of a man who was constantly in control, 
always taking charge. The thought of having a wife who was likely 
to be stronger than himself for some time to come was difficult for 
Bill. He tried not to think about it.

Loretta wheeled him outside to a driveway where their red and black 
convertible sat waiting. The sunlight seemed incredibly intense to 
Bill, and he squinted his eyes while shading them with his hand.

"Ouch," he said.

"What's wrong?" Loretta asked, scared that he had hurt himself 
already.

"It's that blasted sunlight," said Bill, "I'm gonna' get a headache 
unless somebody hits a dimmer switch."

Loretta began to help him into the car.

"You poor kid," she said in her cutest mother to little boy voice, 
"Reach in the glove compartment. I should have an old pair of 
sunglasses in there somewhere."

"What happened to mine?" Bill asked while fishing through the glove 
compartment.

"Well, Bill darling, I'm afraid that I sat on them a while back. 
They're history."

Bill turned to her and screwed up his face, "You, you, murderer!"

They both burst out laughing, which caused Bill no end of pain due 
to his condition, but for now he didn't mind. He lifted Loretta's 
round framed sunglasses out the glove compartment and gently placed 
them over his eyes. The sun was much more bearable now, but he felt 
silly wearing them all the same. He flipped down the passenger 
mirror as Loretta started up the car.

He looked in the mirror. What he saw caused him to forget to breath 
for a few seconds. He had indeed lost a great deal of weight, as 
his skin seemed to cling to his face, the cheekbones being much 
more prominent. His hair had grown out considerably during his stay 
and, with the addition of his wife's glasses he felt that, at first 
glance, he looked very much like a woman. Bill stared at this 
image. It stirred something inside him. He didn't really know what 
it was. He just felt a warm, tingling sensation for a moment, and 
then the moment was gone.

"Hello? Earth to Bill," came Loretta's voice, snapping him into the 
tangible world.

"Hi," he replied nervously.

"Hey," she said with a smile, "you wanna' beam down? What are you 
thinking about?"

"Oh, uh," he fidgeted," I was just worrying about the business 
again."

"Will you cut that out," said Loretta with an exasperated sigh, 
"Dave and I have been taking care of it. you know that. Now just 
relax."

Bill looked at her and smiled. She was so good to him, especially 
through these past couple of months. He remembered the day that Dr. 
Melinda Rand had diagnosed his abdominal pain and drastic weight 
loss as cancer. Bill had expected Loretta to fall apart. After all, 
they were both only in their late twenties. This just didn't happen 
to people that young. Instead of becoming a wreck, Loretta had 
taken immediate action to do what had to be done. she took over the 
business for Bill, along with Dave, Bill's head manager. She had 
also managed to keep her job as a sales manager at Arden's, an 
exclusive women's apparel and cosmetics store. On top of that she 
had visited Bill during every conceivable hour of the day, often 
bringing her friends Cora and Cynthia along to chat things up, 
making him feel right at home. When the cancer had suddenly gone 
into remission Loretta had arranged a surprise party for him in the 
lobby of the ward. Thank goodness for Loretta.

Bill closed his eyes, feeling the warm, dry air wash over his face 
and gently blow through his hair. The wind also flitted under his 
hospital robe, causing his skin to tingle. It felt good. He 
breathed deeply. Yes, Loretta was right, he needed to just relax 
for a while.

At last they arrived at their house. Loretta pulled the convertible 
into the garage. She got out and came around to help Bill out, and 
with her help he stood up and walked into the house. Again his 
thoughts turned to how weak he had become. Dr. Rand had been 
concerned that his weight loss may lead to coronary problems, so 
she had prescribed a regular dosage of estrogen. Bill had not fully 
understood the reasoning behind being given a female hormone 
treatment, but he assumed that the reasons were good, although he 
could already detect a slight swelling around his nipples. He hoped 
that when he gained weight it wouldn't be so much in that part of 
his body. He didn't think he could take the ribbing from Dave, who 
was the only male friend he had managed to make since he had moved 
to the Los Angeles area last year.

Loretta brought Bill into the living room and seated him on the 
couch. Bill smiled to himself. His last memory of this couch 
involved making love with Loretta. She had been incredibly 
imaginative that night.

"Hey smiley," came Loretta's voice.

"Yes?"

"What are you thinkin' about now?"

Bill grinned ear to ear, "This couch."

"Mm-hm. Well you just sit there and keep thinking about it. I'll 
fix our lunch. It'll be great to cook you a meal in our kitchen 
again."

She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, then left for the 
kitchen.

A short while later they were seated in their bright, airy dining 
nook, enjoying a light meal. Loretta had paid specific attention to 
Dr. Rand's dietary prescription, which emphasized foods which would 
allow a very gradual weight gain for Bill. She looked at her 
husband while he ate, and she could not help but to compare his 
current appearance with the way he looked before his illness. 
Although he was only about five feet seven inches tall, he had 
always been built solidly. Even after having begun to run his 
vending machine distributorship from behind a desk full time, Bill 
had managed to find ways to exert himself. Once he had dug up the 
entire front yard, and resodded and landscaped it, using just a 
shovel and garden rake. Loretta sometimes used to feel that he 
didn't do these things because he really enjoyed them, but because 
maybe he was trying to get away from something inside himself, 
something that scared him. None of that mattered now, though. What 
did matter was that she had a one hundred and twenty eight pound 
husband who was living a miracle simply by being alive. He looked 
so delicate, even his hospital robe seemed huge on him. His hair 
was very long now as well, longer than that of most women she knew. 
Loretta had always taken religious stories at face value and, 
remembering the story of Samson and Delila from her Sunday school 
days, had refused to cut Bill's hair during his recovery for fear 
that it would sap his strength. Right now his hair was a mess, and 
Loretta figured she would get her friend Cora to take of it later.

When they finished lunch Bill offered to help with the dishes. 
Loretta refused and told him to go and get out of that awful 
hospital robe instead. Bill feigned dejection, slouching off to the 
bedroom.

When Loretta came into the bedroom a few minutes later, she was 
surprised to find Bill stretched out on the bed. A couple of pairs 
of his pants were splayed out next to him.

"What's your problem?" she asked, "You forget how to put pants on?"

Bill smiled a little, "No, but my body has forgotten how to keep 
them on. Watch this."

He stood up and pulled a pair of casual pants up under his robe. He 
buttoned them, zipped the fly, and then let go of them. The pants 
promptly fell to the floor. Bill turned to Loretta, shrugging his 
shoulders.

"See?" he said as he flopped back down onto the bed," It looks like 
I'll be in this robe for awhile."

"The heck you will," said Loretta, picking up the stray pants, "We 
are going to forget about these past two months, and the first 
order of business is to burn that robe."

Bill was slightly taken aback by the forcefulness of her tone. 
Obviously the pain of her ordeal was not all at the surface just 
yet. she marched over to her dresser and opened a drawer.

"Here," she said while lifting out a pale pink nightgown, "you can 
wear my pajamas until I'm able to get you some new clothes."

Suddenly Bill felt nervous again. "Look," he began, "you can get me 
some new clothes in just a couple of days. That won't be so bad, 
will it?"

Loretta smiled and strode over to him. she stroked his long, sandy 
blonde hair, saying, "Yes, it would be. That is the end of this 
discussion." She thrust the nightgown into Bill's arms, "Besides, 
I'm not sure that buying you new clothes that you're going to grow 
out of right away is such a good idea."

Bill tried to think of a counter argument, but failed. He examined 
the garment in his hands. It was one he had seen Loretta wear many 
times, and he had always liked the way it felt against him when he 
embraced her. What the heck, he thought, no one would be dropping 
in unexpectedly. He removed the hospital robe. He then held up the 
nightgown, trying to discern if there was any trick to putting it 
on.

"Just pull it on like a long tee-shirt," said Loretta.

Bill did this, bunching up the fabric while inserting his arms into 
the lace-edged sleeves. He pulled it over his head while standing 
up. He was surprised at how easily it slid over his body once he 
let go. He pulled at it until the waistband was properly aligned. 
The lace-trimmed skirt brushed at his ankles, causing goose-bumps 
to form all the way up his legs. He looked back at Loretta, who was 
rummaging through a drawer again.

"Your underwear probably doesn't fit either, does it?" she asked.

"Um, no," answered Bill hesitantly.

"Well I have in here somewhere, ah, here it is."

She lifted a pair of pale pink panties from the drawer, and held 
them up for Bill to see. she smiled.

"Might as well be sharp and have matching underwear," she said.

Bill gulped slightly, "Yeah, might as well."

Loretta tossed him the panties. Bill caught them and looked at 
them. They indeed matched the nightgown, having a white lace inset 
above the crotch. He glanced at Loretta, who was watching him with 
her bemused 'I'm waiting' look. He stepped into the panties and 
pulled them up over his legs. Like the nightgown he was amazed at 
how easily the smooth fabric slid over his skin. He found that he 
had to tuck his genitals between his legs for a comfortable fit, 
giving him a sleeker look.

"There now," said Loretta," that wasn't so bad was it?"

Bill had to admit to himself that the lightness of the fabric made 
it very comfortable. He walked up to the dressing mirror. When he 
looked at himself he again felt that warm tingling sensation. He 
still didn't know what it was that caused it. For all he knew, he 
should have been frightened by the sleek, feminine image he saw. 
Somehow he wasn’t frightened at all, but rather fascinated. He 
turned to sound of Loretta giggling.

"What now?" he asked, suddenly very self-conscious.

"Oh, nothing," she said, scurrying to her closet," I just thought 
of something that might be fun."

She came out a few moments later with a pair of pink marabou mule 
pumps. She brought them over and set them on the floor in front of 
Bill.

"Here, slip into these," she said.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. Come on, this will be fun."

Bill looked down at the shoes, the ones that looked so sexy on 
Loretta. She had commented before on what small feet he had (for a 
guy). He now wondered if this was what she had had in mind. Without 
giving himself a chance to think about it, he raised a foot and 
slipped it into one of the shoes. It fit easily. He slid into the 
other one. It was a strange feeling, as his feet were now at an 
unfamiliar forty-five degree angle. He tried to take a step, and he 
wobbled a little, as there was nothing supporting his ankle at all. 
He regained his balance and tried again, telling himself to 
anticipate the heel hitting the floor first. After a few minutes he 
was properly strutting around the bedroom, the soles of the pumps 
gently slapping against his feet with each step. Loretta let out a 
little squeal.

"Oh, now isn't that something! We're the same shoe size," she said 
while watching Bill walk around the room. "This is going to be 
great."

Bill stopped in his tracks, "Going to be?"

"Don't be fuddy, Bill. You look cute."

Bill blushed. He didn't know whether to be pleased or embarrassed. 
Even though he felt silly, he still didn't want to make a big deal 
over it. After all, hadn't Loretta just gone through a terrible 
ordeal over his illness? Yes, she deserved to have some fun, even 
if it came at his expense. 
 
They spent the next hour discussing the immediate future. Bill was 
not to exert himself at all for some time to come. Loretta would 
help Dave manage the business while maintaining her job at Arden's. 
At the end of the hour Bill stretched out his arms and yawned.

"Tired, Bill?"

"Mm-hm," he answered.

"Well, I'm going to catch up on the grocery shopping. Why don't you 
take a nap?"

"That sounds wunderbar."

Bill kicked off Loretta's pumps and stretched out on the living 
room couch, again feeling the soft touch of the nightgown against 
his skin. He immediately began to fall asleep, so much so that he 
didn't even hear when Loretta said something about Cora Lovett 
coming over for dinner that night. 

Bill was awakened by the sound of Loretta and her friend, Cora, 
gabbing in the kitchen. He was still half asleep and had forgotten 
about his attire when he heard Cora speaking. 

"I must admit, he looks awfully cute in that nightgown of yours," 
he heard Cora say.

Loretta giggled, and said, "Yes, I know. What I don't know is what 
got into me, I mean, I really had fun dressing him in those 
things."

Bill suddenly opened his eyes wide with embarrassment. Cora had 
seen him sleeping in the nightgown! He was awake now, and he 
listened more intently to the conversation in the kitchen.

"Well, the fun doesn't have to stop there, Loretta," Cora said.

"Oh? What do you mean?" asked Loretta while giggling again.

Bill sat absolutely still. Here it comes, he thought.

"That hair of his. It's grown out so nice and long, but it's really 
a mess," Cora began.

"Yeah, I don't think he got to wash it more than a couple of times 
last week," Loretta interjected.

"Anyway, why don't I do something nice with it? I have a bunch of 
my stuff from the salon out in the car," said Cora.

Bill sat straight up. He slipped his feet into the marabou pumps 
and began to walk toward the kitchen. Cora had seen him anyway, and 
he was determined to get the upper hand in the situation by making 
an unabashed entrance. Let them have their fun, he thought, and 
I'll think of some way of getting them back.

"Hello," said Bill as he strutted into the kitchen, the heels of 
the pumps clicking on the linoleum floor.

Loretta and Cora exchanged surprised glances. They had expected him 
to be bashful in this new garb. Instead here he was, promenading 
around the kitchen.

"Hello, Bill," Cora finally said.

"You get a good nap, Bill?" Loretta asked.

"Yeah, great nap," Bill said while pulling a chair from the 
breakfast nook. He sat down, rather demurely crossing his legs. 
"So," he began, "what's this I hear about you doing something with 
my hair?"

Cora and Loretta looked at each other again, and promptly burst 
into laughter. 
 
Bill's head was tilted back over his bathroom sink. His view 
consisted mostly of Cora's chest as she washed his hair. After 
shampooing it once and rinsing, she decided to do it again.

"What kind of animals were taking care of you at that hospital, 
anyway?" she asked. "You're hair is a shambles."

"Oh, they were nice animals, very unusual. They walked and talked 
and they wore white stockings and when I ate all my peanuts they 
would give me really great rubdowns," Bill said.

"Ha-hah, Mister Kendall."

Cora ducked his head under the spigot for another rinsing. Bill 
squinted his eyes shut. she then lifted his head, turned off the 
water, and began to towel dry his hair.

Cora said, "You are going to have the prettiest hair in the 
neighborhood, Bill."

Bill blushed, "Pretty hair, my foot. What are you two harebrained 
females up to?"

She took out a metal comb and began to straighten the accumulation 
of tangles in his hair. "Maybe," she said, "we just want to teach a 
man how nice it can be to be a harebrained female." She grimaced at 
a particularly bad tangle. She tugged at it.

"Ouch!" protested Bill.

When she was finished with the tangles Cora began to install 
rollers into Bill's long tresses. Bill was too relaxed to put up a 
fuss. He had never been so soothed by someone toying with his hair. 
He had always gone to male barbers who trimmed you up and that was 
that. Cora seemed to have a special touch, the way she rubbed his 
scalp massaged nerves which coursed throughout his body, and made 
him feel calm and pampered. The smell of the cleansing products was 
pleasant as well.

When Cora was finished with the rollers she walked Bill to a chair 
where she had propped up her portable dryer. She sat him down, 
lowered the dryer over his head, turned it on, and left him.

"Don't I get something to read?" Bill called after her.

Cora's laughter faded down the hallway. He decided to make the best 
of it. He folded his hands and closed his eyes, allowing the warm 
air to wash over him. 

He was half asleep again when Cora shut the dryer off.

"Dinnertime", she announced. "We'll leave these on until after 
we've eaten. Then I'll style it for you."

"I'm eating dinner in curlers and a nightgown, great." said Bill. 
"I hope Loretta has the blinds shut." He slipped the pumps back on 
and slap-slap-slapped his way to the dining room. 
 
After dinner Cora walked Bill back to the bathroom mirror. There 
she began to unroll the curlers. Bill was surprised at how each new 
lock gleamed, seeming fuller in texture but lighter in color.

"I've got an idea," Cora said. "Why don't you turn away from the 
mirror and I'll surprise you with your new style as soon as I'm 
done."

Bill did so. Cora proceeded to tease and fluff his hair, pulling it 
back and pinning it at times, all things he had never felt before, 
but enjoyed all the same. When she was finished she told Bill to 
turn around.

When Bill saw himself, he gasped. His hair cascaded down to his 
shoulders in soft, rolling waves. The left side fell slightly over 
his eye, draping down along his cheek. The right side was pulled 
farther from his face, bunched up toward the back with a styling 
comb. The way the hair framed his face seemed to soften his already 
delicate features. Bill couldn't believe that he was seeing his own 
reflection looking so... feminine.

"Hey Cora, what's the idea here?" Bill asked. "I mean, I know you 
and Loretta wanted to have a little fun, but this is so..."

"Convincing?"

"Yeah, convincing," Bill said absently, not taking his eyes off the 
image in the mirror. He called out for Loretta.

Loretta quickly appeared at the door, still holding a dish towel. 
"Cora, you've really outdone yourself. He looks great!" she said 
after seeing Bill's reflection.

Bill whirled around on his seat to face the two women. "Great? You 
think this looks great?" he pleaded while turning back to the 
mirror.

Loretta stepped up behind him and put her arms around his neck. 
"Cora worked very hard to fix up your hair, Bill," she said 
sweetly. "You wouldn't want to be ungrateful, would you?"

Bill was suddenly more embarrassed over his reaction than he had 
been over the hairstyle. "I'm sorry, girls. I just," he faltered 
for a moment, then resolutely declared, "I'm just used to looking 
more masculine and I, I just need to put on some weight, that's 
all, I guess."

"Bill," Loretta began," you've been very sick, right?"

Bill nodded.

"And you're in for a long recovery," she continued. "So why don't 
you just take it easy and enjoy being pampered for a while? You can 
wear my clothes, and Cora can come do your hair once a week, and 
maybe, if you pay attention, you can learn something about women 
through all this."

Bill had to admit that the day's activities had not been too 
unpleasant, and some of them had been rather remarkable in how they 
made him feel relaxed and comfortable. He dropped his guard. "Okay, 
you ladies got me."

Soon Cora excused herself for the evening and Bill and Loretta 
prepared for bed. Loretta slipped into a nightgown and embraced her 
husband, kissing him goodnight.

"Oh, yeah," she said while doubling back to her dresser. She opened 
a drawer and withdrew something, then came back over to Bill. "It 
would be a good idea to wear this while you sleep," she said.

"What is it?"

"A hair net," she said. she bunched up his hair and stretched the 
net over it. "There, that'll keep the style together."

Bill rolled his eyes into the back of his head, as if he was trying 
to see the new contraption that was now tugging at his hair. He let 
out an exasperated sigh, "You girls are going to do me in."

They cuddled in bed together for the first time in months. The feel 
of Loretta's warm body against his was comforting, and the nylon 
nightgown soothed his tired flesh. He quickly fell into a deep 
sleep. 
 

Bill awoke to the smell of coffee. He got up and removed the hair 
net, shaking his head to allow the wavy locks to fall back down 
onto his shoulders. He then went to the dressing mirror and, using 
a couple of styling combs, pinned his hair back from his face (the 
way Cora had shown him the previous night). He then slipped his 
feet into the marabou pumps and headed for the kitchen. Bill had 
learned by now that when he allowed his hips to sway with each 
step, it was easier to walk in heels.

He entered the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table. Loretta 
kissed him on the nose.

"You look nice this morning," she said. "How did you sleep last 
night?"

"Never better," Bill replied. "I can't get over how relaxing this 
nylon feels. The hair net left something to be desired, though."

"Well, you'll get used to it," she said while pouring Bill's 
coffee. She handed him his estrogen pill. "Don't forget this."

"Thanks, lady," Bill said with a smile. 
 

After breakfast Loretta got dressed. She then went into the living 
room, where Bill was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee.

"You want something to wear all day besides the nightgown?" she 
asked.

"That would be nice," Bill said, "but nothing fits. Remember?"

"Of course, you nut. Come on, I'll fix you up."

Bill followed her into the bedroom. He pulled off the nightgown and 
sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the panties and pumps.

"The first thing you'll need to be comfortable are these," she said 
while pulling out a pair of sheer black pantyhose. "Put these on." 
she tossed them to Bill. "Oh, wait a second. You'll want fresh 
underwear." She handed him a pair of black, nylon bikini panties 
with a lace waistband.

Bill examined the garments for a moment. He tried to think of an 
argument against putting them on, and indeed he came up with a 
couple of good ones. But he knew it was inevitable that he would 
end up putting these things on anyway. He slipped off the pumps and 
the pink panties, and pulled the black panties up around his waist. 
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he rolled up one leg of the 
pantyhose, the way he had seen Loretta do it hundreds of times. He 
slipped one foot in and worked the nylon fabric up about halfway, 
then the other foot went in. He had a little trouble getting them 
up around his waist smoothly, having to work one side then the 
other. When he finally got them situated he was surprised at how 
soft and smooth they made his legs look. They felt good too, he had 
to admit, as they seemed to lightly massage every nerve in his leg 
with each flexing motion that he made.

"I found a good outfit for you to wear today," said Loretta. She 
handed him a soft, gray knit blouse with a matching skirt.

Bill pulled the skirt on first. It came just above the knee, and it 
hugged his slender waist and slightly rounding hips nicely. He put 
on the blouse, which had a cowl neck that draped gently over his 
chest. Loretta gave him a black patent belt to cinch the waist of 
the blouse, making the outfit conform to his figure better. Last, 
she brought out a pair of black patent leather pumps with three 
inch heels. Bill slid his feet into them and stood up.

Loretta grinned. "You look good enough to work at Arden's."

Bill blushed with embarrassment.

"I have to go down to the office and check on Dave," she said. 
"I'll be back for lunch. You have a nice time." she kissed Bill on 
the cheek and left. 
 

Bill spent the rest of the morning sitting and wandering about the 
house. He found that the patent pumps required a slightly different 
approach to walking than the backless marabou ones. Although the 
heels were slightly higher, these shoes supported his feet better. 
He still had to take smaller steps than normal, remembering to sway 
his hips with each stride. He practiced walking and sitting, as he 
wanted to be good at this little game Loretta was playing. By 
keeping his knees together when he sat or, better yet, by crossing 
his legs, he learned that the skirt would be more comfortable and 
attractive. 
 

Loretta came back in time for lunch, according to her word. she let 
out a whistle as Bill came to greet her at the door. This time Bill 
didn't blush so much, as he was glad that his practice had paid 
off. 
 

After lunch Bill took his prescribed sedative and quickly became 
drowsy. He slipped off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa. 
Loretta sat down next to him and polished her nails while he fell 
asleep. Once she finished her own nails Loretta inspected those of 
her husband. She noticed that they hadn't been trimmed in a long 
time, as they had already grown nearly a quarter of an inch past 
the ends of his fingers. While barely suppressing a snicker she 
gently lifted one of Bill's hands and began shaping his nails with 
her emery board. The sedative worked so well that this didn't even 
stir him. Once she was finished she applied a deep red polish to 
them, which added a sexy contrast to the gray and black outfit he 
was wearing.

Loretta heard the doorbell ring, and got up to see who it was. It 
was Cynthia.

"Hi there," said Cynthia. 

Loretta pressed a finger to her lips, saying, "Sshh. He's asleep, 
although it would take a dump truck to wake him right now."

She led Cynthia through the living room. Cynthia noticed the figure 
on the sofa.

"Who's that woman on your couch?" she asked.

Loretta almost doubled over with the giggles. "Look again," she 
said.

Cynthia stepped up closer to the sofa. she gasped, then put a hand 
over her mouth. "My gosh! He's lovely," she almost yelled. She 
settled down, then took Loretta by the arm to the kitchen.

While Loretta made coffee, Cynthia bubbled over with enthusiasm.

"Loretta, I swear to you he looks almost like a college co-ed, 
sleeping in there so quietly. All he needs now is some makeup and a 
padded bra," she said.

"I know," said Loretta. "I thought that maybe Cora and I were 
strange for having so much fun with this."

"Are you kidding?" said Cynthia. "Here you have a chance for your 
husband to learn about so many things that we women feel and go 
through. How many wives would kill for a husband like that?" 
Loretta grinned. 
"Lots," she said. 
 

Once they had finished their coffee, Loretta went to the bedroom to 
get her padded bra. she then returned to the living room where 
Cynthia stood waiting. Together they carefully lifted Bill into a 
sitting position and removed the blouse. Bill surprised them for a 
moment by muttering 'Hi Mom, hi Dad' to them, but he didn't wake 
up. They slipped his arms through the straps and fitted the cups 
over his breasts. The combination of the padding and Bill's budding 
development made for a convincing effect. They hooked it in back, 
noticing that it fit perfectly. The girls then pulled the blouse 
back onto him and straightened him out onto the sofa again. 
 

When Bill awoke he wasn't sure what time it was. What he did know 
was that he had to go to the bathroom. The living room was dark due 
to the blinds being shut, and he managed to bump into a few things 
before he got his bearings set. He walked down the hallway and into 
the bathroom.

By the time he was leaning over the sink washing his hands, his 
head had begun to clear. He glanced at himself in the mirror. Hmmm, 
he thought, that girl has some nice breasts. He stopped washing his 
hands. Were those his hands? The nails sure looked nice. He turned 
off the water. Bill wanted to look in the mirror again, but he was 
afraid of what he would see; himself, in women's clothes (that much 
he was prepared to deal with), but now also with long, slender, red 
fingernails, and breasts. He looked anyway. 
 

"Loretta!" came the cry from the bathroom.

Cynthia and Loretta looked at each other.

"The beast has awakened," said Loretta. They headed for the 
bathroom.

Bill met them halfway, in the living room. He flipped on a light 
switch.

Cynthia thought he looked confused. "Hello, Bill," she said 
cheerfully. "Welcome back home." 

"Hi, Cindy," Bill said. "Loretta, what's the idea here? I feel like 
I'm in the middle of some sci-fi movie, where I'm the one being 
experimented on!"

The girls laughed. They then explained what they had done. Bill 
slipped his patent leather heels back on, and the three of them 
went to bedroom, where the girls told Bill just to look at himself 
in the dressing mirror. If he didn't like what he saw, he could 
take it all off.

Bill looked. He saw the soft, curvy figure of an attractive young 
woman. His small, pale hands were made even more slender looking by 
the long, red nails. He really felt that he was looking at someone 
else, maybe someone that came from inside him, but he wasn't sure. 
Whatever the case, he couldn't help but be pleased by the sleek 
feminine form now in front of him. He held his shoulders back, 
causing his breasts to jut out a little more. It was a sexy image, 
he had to admit. He decided that he would go along for the time 
being. He really didn't have much choice.

"We were thinking, Bill," Cynthia began.

"That could be dangerous," said Bill.

"Oh, stop it." she continued, "We thought it would be fun to take 
this all the way and do your makeup."

Bill blushed again. They were really starting to push him to his 
limit.

"Come on, Bill," Loretta said. "Just like the outfit, if you don't 
like it you can take it off."

As he knew he would, Bill caved in once again. 
 

Cynthia seated Bill in the chair in front of Loretta's vanity 
mirror. He felt a slight prickling pain as Cynthia plucked his 
eyebrows for a few minutes, but it was bearable. Cynthia then 
applied foundation to his face.

"Your skin's so smooth," she said. "Do you shave?"

"I've never had much of a beard," he replied, "and these estrogen 
treatments have pretty much eliminated the need to shave."

"You're very lucky, then," said Cynthia.

She continued with the foundation, setting it with translucent 
powder. She applied blusher to highlight his cheekbones. Then she 
did the eyes; liner, two tones of blue shadow, and a rich mascara 
which made his lashes seem twice as long. Last she applied a deep 
red lipstick which matched his nails perfectly.

When she was finished, Bill couldn't believe what he was seeing. 
The face of a beautiful woman was looking back at him. His eyebrows 
were gently arched now, making his eyes seem rounder, softer. He 
had never realized how full and sensuous his lips were. He smiled 
and shook his head, causing his hair to fall around his face. Yes, 
Loretta was getting more than she bargained for this time. Cynthia 
called for Loretta.

Loretta appeared at the door. Her mouth dropped open. "Cindy, what 
a great job!" she exclaimed. "No one would ever recognize him like 
that, I mean, he looks just like a woman, from head to toe." She 
came over to Bill, put her arms around his neck, and planted a big 
kiss on his cheek. "I just love you, Bill. You look darling." 
 

Bill was aware that Loretta was staring at him all through dinner. 
The fact that she was smiling made him wonder what she was 
thinking. He couldn't figure it out. Here he was, looking like a 
very fashionable, attractive woman; in a skirt, hose, heels, 
painted nails, long hair and makeup, and Loretta was enjoying it. 
why would she want her husband to look like this?

Loretta spoke up, "Cynthia, he looks so good. I wish I could keep 
him like this forever."

Bill tried to protest, but he had a mouthful of food to contend 
with.

"Forever's a long time," said Cynthia. "But he will be recuperating 
for some time yet. He should be good for going out shopping with 
you by next week, judging from what you said about the doctor's 
orders."

Bill tried to speak, "But..."

"You read my mind, Cindy," said Loretta. "I don't think we should 
waste money on buying him male clothes that he's going to outgrow 
in a couple of months. I thought we'd get him a feminine wardrobe, 
just for now, and when he gets his weight back, I'll take those 
clothes for myself."

Bill finally spoke up, "You ladies mind if I have some say in my 
future?"

"No, go ahead," said Cynthia.

Bill thought real hard, trying to think of what he wanted to say. 
His head was in a swirl of feelings about this whole mess though, 
and he couldn't come up with a single coherent thought. After a few 
moments of this, the girls went on plotting his fate.

"He has such great legs," Loretta said, "he should definitely have 
a leather mini-skirt."

Cynthia whistled. "Yes, and with four inch heels at least. Get him 
some panty girdles to hide his you-know-what."

"Outrageous!" exclaimed Loretta. "We'll go everywhere together, 
like two sisters, once he's feeling up to it. I'll have Cora drop 
off some cosmetics for him tomorrow."

Bill listened in silence as the girls chattered on. He had figured 
by now that there was no escape from their plans. His only hope was 
to think of ways to take this game as far as he dared, then maybe 
they would be scared into stopping this crazy charade.

"The first thing we should do," said Loretta, "is clean out Bill's 
closet and put all his male clothes out in the garage." 
 

While the girls busied themselves with this newfound activity Bill 
sat in the living room to watch television. He couldn't concentrate 
on what was on though, and if anyone had asked him what he was 
watching he couldn't have told them. Once in a while he would get 
up to recheck himself in the mirror. Even though he was confused by 
this whole thing, he wanted to keep himself looking nice. He would 
primp in the mirror until he was satisfied that everything was just 
perfect, then he would go sit back down in front of the television. 
He practiced crossing his legs. He liked the way the nylon of his 
hose brushed together with a 'swish' every time he did this. Then 
he tried perching up on the sofa, hugging his legs while bringing 
his knees up to his face. He felt so soft, so relaxed, that he 
drifted off into a sort of half sleep, although his mind was still 
quite conscious.

He was snapped out of it by the sensation of being kissed lightly 
on the cheek. It was Cynthia, saying goodnight.

"I have to be up before the crack of dawn," she said. "We're 
modeling bathing suits tomorrow."

"Have fun," Bill said. 


When Cynthia had left, Loretta instructed Bill in how to remove the 
makeup. She had him put a moisturizer on his face afterwards. He 
got out of his clothes (he was surprised at his reluctance to do 
so).

"Would you like a lotion rubdown?" Loretta asked.

"Would I like a million dollars?" Bill replied. "That sounds good."

Loretta sat him down in the bathroom and began to rub a vaguely 
sweet smelling lotion all over his body. Bill noticed that the 
lotion had a pungent odor which lingered underneath the initial 
scent. He also noticed that Loretta was rubbing it all over his 
body; under his arm pits, all down his legs, around his ankles, and 
on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked.

"Just getting to know you," she sang, "getting to know all about 
you..." 

"My gosh, it sings," ribbed Bill. Loretta pinched him on the 
shoulder. 

"Ouch, it mangles, too."

When she finished with the lotion, she told Bill to sit for a few 
minutes while she started his shower. By this time Bill was sure 
that Loretta had never used this kind of lotion on him before. His 
skin was starting to tingle in a strange way. 
   

After a few minutes Loretta started his shower and, while pulling a 
shower cap over his hair, he climbed in. The warm water felt good 
as he soaped down his body. He closed his eyes and let the stream 
wash over his face. 

When he had finished, and was beginning to towel off, he 
immediately knew that something was wrong. He ran a hand over his 
chest, then down his leg. What little body hair he had possessed a 
short while ago was now gone! He quickly became concerned; was he 
experiencing a relapse that was causing his hair to fall out? He 
didn't want to alarm Loretta right away. He went to the shower 
stall and crouched down. There was the missing hair, surrounding 
the drain. Bill picked up a clump of it and held it to his chest, 
as if to ask it to jump back onto where it belonged. Suddenly he 
knew that Loretta had done it. It was no mystery; she had been 
trying to demasculinize him for the past couple of days, and this 
was a natural progression in her whole scheme. He left for the 
bedroom.

Bill walked naked to Loretta, who was in her nightgown, ready for 
bed. He put his arms around her, smiling, pretending nothing was 
out of the ordinary.

"Hello," Loretta said sweetly. She kissed him, looking into his 
eyes.

Bill kept his poker face plastered on, waiting to see what she 
would do.

She ran her hand over his chest, trying to be inconspicuous. "Is 
anything wrong?" she asked.

Bill smiled. "No. Everything's just fine." He kissed her, 
continuing his 'stupid' grin.

After a moment's silence Loretta broke down. "Okay, wise guy, I 
admit it. I covered you with Nair."

"Mm-hm," Bill said, straining to keep a straight face.

"But it's all part of the fun, you know," she continued. 

"Just give it a try, would you?" Bill laughed, "I guess I don't 
have much choice."

"Thanks," said Loretta with a smile. "I pulled out another 
nightgown for you." she handed him a black nylon gown with a 
plunging lace v-neck. This one was short, ending in a frilly lace 
about four inches above his knees. She also gave him some matching 
panties. He found that the nylon and lace felt even more exciting 
against his now truly bare skin.

That night Bill was lying awake in bed. He couldn't get to sleep 
right away, as his nerves seemed to be alive with the new 
experience of hairlessness. He pulled open the front of the 
nightgown slightly, and ran his hands over his smooth chest. He 
discovered that his breasts, which were more and more swollen with 
each passing day, felt softer, more feminine. He squeezed them 
together, causing them to form actual cleavage. He wondered with 
some apprehension if they would soon be forming cleavage without 
any help. He liked the way the cool air felt against his exposed 
nipples though. They were definitely more sensitive now, as he had 
never before experienced pleasure just from the air hitting them. 
He pulled the nightgown back over them, rolled over, and fell 
asleep. 


He slept later than usual, so that when he woke up, Loretta was 
already dressed to go to work at Arden's. He put on a black house-
robe, and went to the breakfast nook, where Loretta had already set 
out his breakfast.

"I'm afraid you'll have to eat alone," she said. "But I managed to 
get an extra hour for lunch. Also I left some clothes out for you 
to wear today. Sorry I won't be able to help you put them on."

"That's okay," said Bill. "I think I'm getting the hang of it."

Loretta handed Bill his estrogen pill, kissed him on the cheek, and 
left for work. 
   

After finishing breakfast, Bill went to the vanity mirror to comb 
his hair. He brushed it back, fluffing it out here and there. He 
decided to use a styling comb to pull it back on just one side, 
leaving the other side to drape along his cheek, the way that Cora 
had first done it. He liked the effect, and stared in the mirror 
until he had lost track of time. Once he snapped out of his 
reverie, he tried to think of what to do to make for an even better 
overall effect. He remembered the makeup that Cynthia had put on 
him the previous night. Could he do the same thing? He thought he 
could at least try it.

He rummaged through Loretta's makeup kit until he thought he had 
everything. Let's see, what was first? He picked up a bottle of 
liquid foundation and, using a sponge wedge, patted it all over his 
face. He was sure to smooth it out for a nice, even look. Just like 
painting a house, he thought with a grin. He followed that with the 
translucent powder, which he had noticed took the shine out of the 
foundation, and seemed to firm it up as well. So far so good. What 
was next? He remembered the blusher. He opened it and dabbed the 
brush in the fine, sweet smelling powder. He applied it to his 
cheeks, remembering that Cindy had brushed it under his cheekbones 
in order to make them stand out betters Then he applied the shadow, 
liner, and mascara, followed by a dark pink lipstick.

Bill decided to make his nails match his lipstick, so he removed 
the red polish and applied pink polish to them. When he held out 
his hand to check his work, his eyes wandered down to his feet. He 
decided to paint his toenails the same color. What the heck, he 
thought, 'might as well look as good as I can.

While admiring the results, he decided that, although his job 
wasn't quite as alluring as Cindy's, it looked very natural. He 
looked like a woman. Bill was pleased by his first makeup job. He 
puckered his lips and blew a kiss at the gorgeous woman in the 
mirror. Now he was anxious to see what clothes Loretta had laid out 
for him today.

He walked into the bedroom and took off the house-robe, nightgown, 
and panties. On his dresser Loretta had left a complete outfit; 
white panties, a white padded bra, sheer flesh tone pantyhose, a 
slip, and a white dress. Bill began by slipping on the panties, 
which had a string bikini style waistband. He then fitted the bra 
over his breasts, which seemed to him to have grown larger 
overnight. The padding pushed them up slightly, creating a nice, 
rounded effect above the edge of the bra. He proceeded to put on 
the pantyhose, relishing the feel of the sheer nylon on his naked 
legs. He had less trouble with them this time. He knew from having 
watched Loretta that he had to put the slip on next, so he pulled 
it up around his waist. He then held up the dress to look at it. It 
was made of a light, cotton, gauze fabric, which he could almost 
see through when he held it up in front of the sunlight. It had a 
plunging neckline, slightly puffed shoulder sleeves, and a 
handkerchief hem. He pulled it over his head, then down so that it 
was situated correctly. The elastic waistband fit perfectly, and 
the skirt flared out slightly, cascading down his ever rounding 
hips.

He looked around for a pair of shoes. He quickly found that Loretta 
had set out a pair nearby. They were white, leather sandals with 
four inch heels and ankle wraps with little gold buckles. He 
thought that it was good that he had painted his toenails, because 
these shoes would show them off nicely. He put them on and tried 
walking around a bit. The zig-zag hem of the dress flashed his 
knees with every step. The shoes didn't support his feet the same 
way that the patent leather pumps had, but after a few moments he 
was walking just as easily. By this time he had just about mastered 
the art of swinging his hips. He walked toward the full length 
dressing mirror. He stopped and turned one foot to the side, 
showing off the profile of his shapely calf. He shook his hair so 
that it danced on his shoulders, and he smiled. He looked great.

Then the feeling came back again; that tingling, deep inside him. 
He stopped for a moment, unable to believe that he was enjoying 
this, but at the same time unable to deny that indeed he was liking 
it. He turned from the mirror and walked into the living room. 
   

When he had read the paper front to back he began to prowl the 
house in search of something else to read or do. He stared at his 
bookshelf, trying to convince himself that it wouldn't hurt to re-
read something. He wasn't convinced. Bill then decided to call Dave 
at the shop, just to see how business was going. He wondered how 
Dave would react to seeing him face to face like this. Laugh his 
head off, that's what he would do, Bill thought. He picked up the 
phone.

"Hello, Kendall Distributing," came Dave's voice on the other end.

"Hi, Dave," said Bill. "Just calling to check on things."

"Oh, hi Loretta," Dave said. "Everything's a-okay."

"Loretta!?" Bill exclaimed. "What's the matter with you?" Bill 
thought that maybe Dave was joking. For a horrifying moment, he 
felt as if Dave could see him through the telephone line.

"I'm sorry, uh," Dave sounded genuinely stunned. "May I ask who 
this is?"

"This is Bill. You know, your boss?"

Dave was silent for a moment, then said, "It is?"

Bill realized that Dave really didn't recognize him. My gosh, the 
estrogen was affecting his voice now! He cleared his throat, trying 
to deepen his voice. "It's me, Dave," he said. 

"Hello, Bill," Dave said, still sounding rather dubious. "When can 
we expect you back in the office?"

"Not anytime soon, I'm afraid," Bill replied. He heard Loretta 
coming in the front door. "I'll have to talk to you later, Dave. 
The wife's home," Bill said, struggling to keep his voice deep. 
"We'll get together and have a few beers real soon, okay?"

"Bill doesn't drink beer. who is this?" said a bewildered Dave.

Loretta was about to enter the room. "By, Dave. Gotta' go," Bill 
said, and he hung up.

Loretta entered at that moment. Bill immediately fell into his 
feminine demeanor, modeling the dress for her. Loretta whistled as 
he spun around on his heels, causing the dress to flare out and 
expose his shapely, nylon clad legs.

"That is just fantastic," said Loretta. "That's a nice job you did 
with your nails, too."

"Thanks," Bill said, crossing over to stand in front of her. He 
noticed that they were exactly the same height, as she was wearing 
heels also. "What's for lunch?"

Loretta was staring at his ears. "Just a second," she said, then 
she hurried out of the room. she quickly returned with a pair of 
gold, clip-on earrings. "Here, these will look good," she said 
while clipping them onto his earlobes. When she was finished, she 
said, "There, now you're perfect."

Bill smiled. "Lunch?"

Loretta was staring at him thoughtfully. "I want to take some 
pictures," she said. she pranced out of the room again, this time 
returning with her Polaroid.

"Stand by the window, Bill," she instructed.

Bill did as she said. He even surprised her by putting his hand 
behind his head and fluffing up his hair.

"That's nice, very sexy!" Loretta said while snapping the first 
shot.

Bill then turned to the side, hands on his hips, head back, and 
jutting out his breasts for a nice profile.

"Now sit on the floor," Loretta told him.

Bill sat on the floor, tucking his legs underneath to one side and 
spreading out the dress like a lily on a pond.

Loretta smiled. "Absolutely breathtaking." 

Loretta didn't allow Bill to see any of the pictures until she had 
used up the entire roll. They were both delighted as the snapshots 
developed before their eyes. Bill was amazed at what he saw; he 
just didn't feel that he was really looking at Bill Kendall at all. 
No one would ever recognize that attractive woman as being him, and 
that set his mind at ease over having her captured so permanently 
on film.

"You know," Loretta began, "these look really great. But what we 
should do sometime soon is take you to Yvonne's Portrait Studio."

"What's that?" Bill asked.

"They do glamour photography," said Loretta. "Maybe we'll have time 
later in the week."

Bill was surprised at his lack of apprehension over this 
suggestion. That was probably why he only flinched a little bit 
when Loretta said that they would be going out for lunch together.

"I know of a really-nice outdoor cafe that none of our friends know 
about," she said. "We'll pretend to be sisters, and you won't have 
to worry about anybody we know bumping into us."

Apart of Bill wanted to shout in protest, but most of him thought 
it would be exciting to see if he could really fool people out in 
public. He figured it would be okay, as long as they didn't happen 
into any acquaintances. 
   

Getting into the car in the garage was easy enough, but when 
Loretta opened the remote controlled door, and started backing out 
of the driveway, Bill gripped the sides of his seat in fear. He 
hadn't given any thought to the fact that they would have to drive 
through their neighborhood first, and with the car top down at 
that! He put on the round-framed sunglasses that he had worn a few 
days before. He checked himself in the mirror, and decided that the 
shades helped.

"What's the matter with you?" Loretta asked, even though it was 
obvious to her what Bill's problem was. "Nobody's going to have any 
idea who you are. Trust me."

Bill relaxed a little, falling back in his seat. "I guess you're 
right." He noticed how the wind gently flitted at the flimsy 
material of the dress. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, 
and stretched his legs out. Bill didn't know why but, at that 
moment, everything seemed just perfect. 
   

Within about ten minutes they arrived at the cafe. Another twinge 
of apprehension went through Bill as he swung his legs out of the 
car. He stood and faced the entrance of the establishment. He took 
a deep breath and began to walk alongside Loretta, his heels 
clicking lightly on the pavement. 
   

"Good afternoon, Ms. Kendall," said the host at the entrance.

"Hello, Rick," said Loretta. "Table for two on the patio, please."

"Certainly," said Rick while picking up a couple of menus. He 
turned a sly smile to Bill. "Aren't you going to introduce your 
pretty friend?" he asked.

Bill froze.

"Rick," Loretta began, "this is, uh, Billie. My friend, Billie."

Rick smiled, extending his hand to 'Billie'. "It's always good to 
have another pretty lady here."

Billie offered his hand. Rick folded it in his and gently squeezed. 
Billie broke into a smile; it was working.

Rick led them out onto a bright patio which overlooked a charming 
row of shops. He offered a chair to Billie first, who gracefully 
sat down and crossed his legs. He wasn't sure at first what to do 
with the white leather clutch bag he carried. He watched as Loretta 
seated herself, and when she set her purse on the edge of table, he 
followed suit. Rick handed them their menus.

"Enjoy your meal," he said. "And remember, don't ever bring your 
husbands. I like to think that I have you ladies all to myself 
every day at lunch time."

As Rick left, the two 'girls' burst into a fit of the giggles. 
   

"Charming, isn't he?" said Loretta.

"Oh, absolutely," said Billie. "I hope he doesn't find out that I 
don't have a husband. He might propose!"

Loretta laughed again. "He certainly could. You're very beautiful, 
Billie."

Billie cast his eyes down to the menu. He felt the blood rush to 
his cheeks, and was glad that the makeup would conceal it. 
   

After lunch Loretta drove Billie back to their house. They were 
still laughing over how Rick had kissed both their hands before 
they left the cafe.

After Loretta left to go back to work, Billie mulled over their 
little adventure. Loretta had commented on how properly feminine 
Billie's conduct had been; from the way he had sat and ate, to the 
way he had held out his hand for Rick. This caused Billie to twinge 
with anxiety again. He had been so caught up in the fun of it all, 
he hadn't really even thought about his conduct. It seemed to have 
come quite naturally, and that bothered him. Wasn't he a man? If 
so, then how did this whole charade fall into place so easily for 
him? He didn't know the answer, and he knew that trying to think of 
one would only drive him crazy. All he knew right now was that he 
was very tired, although he was amazed that he had gained back so 
much energy so soon. He unbuckled the ankle straps of his shoes, 
slipped them off, and stretched out on the couch. Dr. Rand would 
have thrown a fit if she had seen him outside the house today, and 
not just over his attire. Billie chuckled over that as he fell 
asleep. 
   

He woke up about an hour later. He put his shoes back on and went 
to the bathroom to freshen up his hair and makeup.

Billie was just finishing his eye shadow when the doorbell rang. 
His blood turned to ice-water; how was he supposed to answer it? He 
got up and tip-toed to the front door. By looking through the peep-
hole, he saw that it was Cora. Relieved, he opened the door.

Cora was so astonished she almost dropped the bags she was holding. 
When she regained her composure she stepped into the living room, 
saying, "Hello, lovely lady! You look stunning!"

"Hi, Cora," Billie said sheepishly. He closed the door.

"I brought some things for you," Cora said while setting the bags 
down on the coffee table. "But first, let me get a good look at 
you." Billie sashayed about the room for her.

Cora let out a low whistle. "M-mm, girl. Your legs look so good. 
who taught you to do your makeup? Cynthia?"

"Yes, she did it last night. I'm a fast learner, I guess."

"I'll say," said Cora. "You've gone through quite a transformation 
in a short time. Tell you what. Loretta's invited me over for 
dinner again. Afterwards I'll teach you how to use all this new 
stuff I brought."

"Sounds fun," said Billie.

Cora left, saying she would be back around seven. 
   

Now that he was all freshened up, Billie decided to sit and wait 
for Loretta. He was feeling too antsy to just sit around though, 
and was quickly searching for something to read again. He soon 
found a small stack of 'Bazaar' magazines, which Loretta read often 
in order to stay on top of her job at Arden's. Billie picked up a 
few and sat under a reading lamp.

He had never paid much attention to what was in these magazines. He 
was first struck by how incredibly beautiful every single model 
was; the attention to detail in makeup, the fabulous hair styles, 
and the oh-so-flashy clothes. He also noticed how almost all the 
dresses and skirts were cut really short, shorter than the average 
woman would dare wear. The models all had immaculate legs, of 
course, but he felt that his legs were at least as nice as most of 
them. He observed that many of the shoes were of colors and styles 
which almost clashed with the outfits, and he assumed that this 
must be to draw attention to the legs. Billie made a mental note to 
ask Cynthia about this later.

He found one spread on using lingerie for evening wear. Billie 
gasped to himself at the pictures of these beautiful women in see-
through lace bustiers and bras, sometimes with a cropped jacket, 
but more often with nothing to cover them! Billie couldn't think of 
any woman he knew who would dare wear anything as frankly sexy, but 
in the back of his mind he wanted to be the woman who would. He 
wanted to be one of the women on the pages of the magazine, he 
wanted to be such a beautiful woman that he could get away with 
anything.

He knew that this was impossible though. Soon he would gain weight 
and muscle, and he would be back to being a man again. That was 
just the way it was, and the way it should be. 
   

The next hour passed very quickly, so that Billie was surprised 
when Loretta arrived home. she walked into the living room, both 
arms loaded down with shopping bags.

"Hey, sis'," she said. "What ya' reading?"

Billie smiled and held up one of the magazines. "Fascinating 
stuff," he said.

Loretta continued to the bedroom, calling back, "Well, if you liked 
those, you're going to love what I have here."

"Oh, really?" Billie got up and followed her into the bedroom. 
   

"There's more out in the car," Loretta said as she emptied three 
bags onto the bed.

Billie could not believe what he was seeing. Loretta had somehow 
acquired an extravagant wardrobe of dresses, skirts, blouses, and 
lingerie. "What did you do?" Billie asked.

"These were almost all odd sale items that never got sold, and were 
on their way to the discount outlet," Loretta said. "I got an 
employee discount on top of that. I guess I went a little crazy." 
She gave Billie a kiss, then started back out the door. "Go ahead 
and start trying some things on while I get the rest." 
   

The first bag Billie opened contained a soft, black leather skirt. 
He quickly pulled off the white dress that he had worn all day. He 
then began to search for a blouse to wear with it. Loretta came in 
with more bags.

"Oh, you want the top to go with that," she said. she reached in 
one bag and pulled out a black strapless push-up bra. "Put this on 
first."

Billie removed his white bra, then put the strapless one on. 
Loretta showed him how to lift his breasts, giving him a nice - but 
still subtle - cleavage. She then handed him a black leather 
bustier. 

"This will look good with that skirt," she said.

Billie looked hesitant for a moment; he wasn't sure if he wanted 
something this femininely sexy to look good on him. Eventually 
though, he obeyed Loretta and pulled it on.

"Now the skirt," said Loretta.

He pulled the leather skirt over his hips. It snapped and zipped up 
easily in back, fitting his waist to perfection. It was a short 
skirt, ending about five inches above his smooth, sexy knees. After 
slipping into the four inch black patent pumps, Billie walked over 
to the mirror.

He was astonished at the effect. The bustier slimmed his torso 
somewhat, and the shoes caused his calves to tense into an alluring 
curve. His legs were dynamite. Billie was especially amazed at how 
real looking the soft, pale, mounds of flesh above the bustier 
were. His hair felt great on his bare shoulders, and he shook it 
some to heighten the sensation. He turned to Loretta, who was 
beaming at him with what Billie thought was a strange sense of 
pride.

"Do you have any earrings for this?" he asked. He was quickly 
surprised at himself for even thinking to ask such a question.

"Oh, yes," said Loretta, "but," she grimaced, "they’re for pierced 
ears."

"Oops," said Billie teasingly.

"Well, not exactly 'oops'," she began. "Cora's coming over later 
and, I uh, asked her to pierce your ears."

Billie stared at his wife, dumbfounded.

"Anyway," Loretta said while rummaging through another bag, "I got 
a jacket for you to wear with that as well." She pulled out a gray, 
acid washed denim bolero jacket.

Billie thought that the jacket was kind of ragged looking for such 
a nice outfit but, when he put it on, he was surprised at how 
appropriate it looked. It added a sort of youthful appearance, 
especially when he pushed up the sleeves. He admired the outfit in 
the mirror for some time before Loretta spoke up.

"Why don't you leave that on for dinner, and then try the others on 
afterward? I have more here than you could possibly get through in 
one evening."

Billie took off the jacket, favoring the bare look for being 
indoors. "Are you sure you want to do all this?"

"Of course," she said. she came to his side and slipped her arms 
around his waist. "Besides, when you get your weight back, I'm 
going to have one heck of a wardrobe. But I want you to enjoy these 
clothes while you're still thin." she gave him a peck on the cheek.

Billie returned his gaze to the mirror. Yes, he was enjoying these 
clothes all right, but he felt that it was more like the sort of 
pleasure a child got out of sneaking into an abandoned house. He 
felt that he shouldn't be doing it, but at the same time he 
couldn't come up with a real good reason not to. And that, he 
feared, seemed to make it all the more exciting. He had done many 
things in his life simply for the thrill of seeing if he could get 
away with them, but this had something behind it that was much more 
powerful. He wished that he knew what it was, as it might have set 
his mind more at ease with the fun he was having. Billie turned to 
the side, still looking in the full length mirror. He admired his 
increasingly voluptuous figure, looking so perfectly sexy in the 
bustier, skirt, and heels. He was enjoying this, that's all he had 
to know for now. He sat down at the vanity mirror to do his nails, 
painting them a dark, brick red. He pulled off his pantyhose and 
did his toenails in the same color. He fished through the shopping 
bags, found a pair of black panties, and put them on, then he 
pulled on a pair of black, sheer pantyhose. Once he was dressed 
again, Billie touched up his makeup to match the outfit better. 
Even though he knew that Cora would be coming to completely redo 
his makeup, he wanted to impress her with his appearance. Wanting 
to complete the job thoroughly, he picked up a bottle of perfume, 
one that he loved to smell on Loretta. He dabbed it on his wrists 
and rubbed them together, then he placed a little behind each ear. 
Finally, with a naughty grin, he rubbed a few drops right between 
his soft, developing breasts. 
   

Cora arrived an hour later, and she was indeed impressed with 
Billie's appearance.

"You'd better watch out, Billie," Cora warned with a grin, "you’re 
the kind of girl that'll make other women jealous when you walk 
into a room."

Billie stared at the floor, embarrassed. 

"Loretta," Cora called back to the kitchen, "can I have a few 
minutes to do Billie's hair before we eat?"

"Go right ahead," came the reply.

"Come on," said Cora, "I’ll give you a style to match that outfit." 
   

Cora retrieved her supplies from her car, and sat Billie down in 
the bathroom. This time she didn't wash his hair, but she wetted it 
down with a spritzer. She spent some time pulling and teasing it, 
and doing things with a curling iron that Billie couldn't quite 
follow. After that she squirted a foamy mound of styling mousse 
into her hand and began to rub it into Billie's hair. she then 
combed and teased it some more, until it was semi-dry. Using a 
couple of barrettes, she pinned some of it back.

The resulting style, Billie thought, was extremely attractive. His 
long hair had a sort of 'wild and sexy' look now, seeming fuller, 
but with more of an edge to it. It fell in slightly frizzy lines, 
and the ponytail had small, tight curls that seemed to burst from 
the back and then cascade down his neck. Billie shook his head, 
causing the slightly spiked bangs to fall over his eyes. He pulled 
them back and smiled at the reflection in the mirror.

"This is just amazing," he said. "I mean, if I saw this woman," he 
pointed at the mirror, "standing in a nightclub, I would be in 
immediate," he fumbled for the word, "lust!"

Cora laughed. "Glad you like my work, Billie," she said. "But 
you're right. You are a very alluring woman now. You'll have to 
watch out for men when you go out."

Billie sat straight up, as if he had been struck in the tailbone by 
a lightning bolt. Men! Cora had said it as if a man being attracted 
to him would be the most natural thing in the world. The idea of it 
seemed to rattle his sense of being to its very foundations. He 
decided that he would have to just put that out of his mind. 
"Well," he said, "I will just avoid those types of situations."

"Good girl," said Cora. 


Later that evening, Cora showed Billie how to use the array of 
cosmetics that she had brought by earlier. It was essentially no 
different from what Billie had already learned, but there were 
added 'complications', such as using a highlighter which swooped 
from the cheekbones to underneath the outer corners of his eyes. 
This made his face more triangular and feminine looking. She also 
taught him how to apply false eyelashes, although she said that his 
own eyelashes were very attractive, and that he should only use the 
false ones for very formal occasions.

Then Cora got out the needle.

"Oh, yes," said Billie, "I heard about this."

"You'll love being able to wear glamorous earrings," said Cora, 
sensing his uneasiness.

"Let's just talk about this for a moment," Billie pleaded weakly.

"Once your weight is back, and you're ready to be Bill again, the 
holes will grow shut." 

Billie eyed Cora suspiciously. "Trust me," she said.

Once again, Billie was trapped without benefit of an incisive 
argument against the situation. He relaxed and leaned back in his 
seat. "Go ahead, make my day."

The pain in his lobes only lasted for a moment. Cora inserted two 
gold studs, and instructed him on how to keep his lobes sterilized 
until the holes healed. 


Three weeks passed, with Billie keeping the same basic routine. He 
eventually managed to try on all the things that Loretta had 
brought home that evening, although she kept bringing more. Each 
weekday Loretta would pick Billie up for lunch, and he would do his 
best to look good in a new outfit. After the first week, when he 
was feeling stronger, they would sometimes do a little shopping 
right after or before lunch. Billie quickly forgot about the 
conversation with Cora that had caused him so much worry. Men did 
pay attention to him as a woman, but none had approached him with 
anything remotely resembling a come-on. Not yet, anyway. Billie 
felt he could handle polite nods and offering a demure handshake 
every now and then.

By the end of this time Billie had gained back a good deal of his 
energy, if not his normal physique. His waist seemed to be 
shrinking. He had gained a little weight back, but it was gathering 
around his bust and hips and, to some extent, under his thighs. 
Although it worried him at first, he quickly became accustomed to 
the fleshy feeling in those areas of his body. Loretta had already 
prepared for the day when he could throw out the padded bras by 
purchasing a whole set of non-padded ones. That day was coming up 
fast. 


It was a Friday evening when Loretta and Cynthia came home from 
work together. Billie greeted them at the door in a pastel print 
sun-dress with spaghetti straps on the shoulders. He wore pink and 
white slide sandals with three inch heels, and a gold ankle chain 
that Loretta had given him a few days before. Both girls 
complimented Billie on how pretty he looked. He sashayed about the 
living room, modeling the outfit, relishing in what he felt were 
the slightly envious gazes of the women. Indeed, he felt pretty, 
and had felt pretty all day. Cynthia had been giving Billie lessons 
in fine-tuning his feminine deportment, and Billie thus assumed 
that this was why she was here this evening.

"All ready for another lesson," Billie told Cynthia as he followed 
them into the house.

"You don't need it," said Cynthia.

"What do you mean?" asked Billie, caught off-guard.

Cynthia stopped and turned to him. "It means that being a woman 
comes so naturally to you, that there's really not a whole lot more 
that I can teach you." she smiled. "That's a compliment. Besides, 
you've gotten so good at this we have some special plans for you 
this evening."

"Uh-oh," said Billie, wondering what they were thinking of this 
time.

"Billie?" said Loretta sweetly.

"Yes?"

Loretta smiled mischievously. "Go put on something sexy, 'cause 
we're going out!"

"Out?" said Billie. "Aren't you worried about someone seeing us?"

"Billie," Loretta began, "we’ve been out to lunch just about every 
day for a few weeks now. No one is going to recognize a gorgeous 
woman like you as being my husband."

Billie blushed a little. He liked being called gorgeous, even 
though he knew deep down that it was silly to be pulling off this 
whole charade. At least he thought he knew. He wanted to go out; he 
hadn't been out on a Friday night in months. He also realized that 
he wanted to go out as a woman, just to see what effect it had on 
people, and to see what effect it had on him to be treated 
differently.

"Okay," he finally said with a giggle.

 
Billie wanted to really do it up right. He noticed for the first 
time that he was really in competition with Loretta and Cynthia; he 
wanted to be the best looking girl of the three! He started by 
cleansing his face thoroughly, and then applying a deep-
moisturizing lotion. Next he put on foundation, mascara, blush, 
highlighter, eyeliner, and a rich, two-tone eye-shadow. He finished 
the job with a deep red lipstick.

By now he had so many evening outfits that he wanted to wear that 
he had a tough time deciding which one to go out in. He settled on 
one that he thought looked particularly good on him. It was a 
sweater of a very stretchy black fabric with an off the shoulder 
bodice and a black leather skirt. He first slipped on the smallest 
and tightest pair of black lace panties he had, which kept him 
tucked in well and also took about an inch off his already slender 
waist. Next he put on a lace strapless bra. This one wasn't a push-
up type, as his swelling bustline no longer needed much help. Even 
though he had grown fond of wearing stockings during the past week, 
the skirt was so short that he wore sheer black pantyhose with 
back-seams instead. The skirt itself came on next, fitting his 
sleek figure like a sheath, and covering only a few short inches of 
the tops of his thighs. He then slipped on a pair of black leather 
four inch pumps with narrow heels and pointed toes.

Billie decided that his hair should be just a little wilder. He 
spritzed it, then moussed it up and teased it, just like Cora had 
done the week before. The style fell sexily on his bare shoulders. 
Billie admired the effect in the full length mirror; he looked hot! 
He put some makeup in a small black leather handbag and the three 
girls were off. 
   

They began the evening at a restaurant that Billie had wanted to 
try out for some time, but had never had the chance. The hostess 
said that there would be a short wait for a table, so the girls 
went into the cocktail lounge for drinks. The sight of these three 
good-looking ladies entering unescorted caught more than a few 
wandering male eyes. Billie noticed this more than the other two, 
because he knew from experience the ways in which a guy will 
surreptitiously steal gazes at other women without letting his date 
in on it. Billie was also quite aware of how good he looked as a 
woman. He found that the way in which the tight mini-skirt slightly 
restricted the movement of his thighs was immensely exciting. 
Billie also had to be doubly sure to always keep his legs together 
while wearing this dress, as he reminded himself while sitting on a 
barstool.

The ladies had hardly dipped into their drinks when they were 
called for their table. As they left the lounge Billie decided to 
give the guys a show, and with a sly smile he wiggled his hips on 
the way out. A loud wolf whistle rang out from the back of the 
room. Billie looked back over his shoulder, smiled at the 
perpetrator, and threw his hair back as he left the room.

Billie's feet felt lighter than air as he strutted on the high, 
narrow heels through the restaurant to a comfortable booth, where 
they were seated. Again he noticed the wandering gazes from men as 
they settled down. He had grown past the point of fearing such 
attention; he knew how to handle himself, at least he thought he 
did. When it did start to bother him, he would simply refuse to 
think about it. He was having too much fun now. one man was staring 
rather unashamedly right at Billie, who cast his eyes down with a 
demure smile and crossed his legs, the black nylon swishing like a 
whisper.

After eating the girls got up to leave, stopping in the ladies' 
room on the way out to touch up their faces. Billie got a bit of a 
jolt when he realized what he was actually doing. He couldn't 
believe how easily it came to him - not that he wasn't thinking 
every second about his deportment and demeanor - and it caused him 
another familiar twinge of uneasiness. What would become of Bill, 
anyway? He would have to go back to that life soon. Billie shrugged 
off these thoughts; he couldn't afford to think about being Bill 
while passing as a girl in the middle of a ladies' rest room. Bill 
would just have to wait, maybe until morning at least. He finished 
his lipstick, snapped his handbag shut, and breezed out of the 
restaurant with Cynthia and Loretta.

Outside was a cool, dry, clear Southern California evening. Billie 
felt the air wash over his bare shoulders and nearly bare legs and, 
for a moment, he felt almost naked. In away he was something much 
more dramatic than naked, he thought. That was interesting, where 
did that thought come from? He tried to hang onto it, to nurture 
the idea of his nakedness into something that would make sense out 
of the roller-coaster of feelings that this masquerade was causing 
him. He lost the train of thought quickly though as the other two 
girls announced the next stop: Zorba's Dance Club.

Zorba's was a popular hangout for the young, good-looking, and 
single crowd. It was this last qualification that caused Billie so 
much surprise when Loretta and Cynthia told him that that was where 
they were going.

"Look," Billie protested, "three single women walking in there 
alone are only looking for one thing."

"Billie, I'm surprised at you," Cynthia admonished. "One thing you 
are about to learn is that girls do this sort of thing just to have 
some fun. If a guy you're dancing with expects more, then he'll 
just have to sort it out later when he's alone in his apartment."

"Just relax and have fun, Billie," said Loretta. "No guy can make 
you do anything you don't want to do. you don't even have to 
dance."

That put Billie at ease. Of course, he wouldn't dance. It was so 
simple. He would just sit and watch the people. Still, he checked 
over his nails one last time as they pulled up to the valet. 
    

Billie had seen ads for Zorba's on television before, but that 
didn't begin to prepare him for the audio-visual explosion that he 
found inside. The main room was huge, so huge that in fact he 
couldn't make out the other end of it at all. A Grecian fountain 
sat in the center of the dance floor, and smaller ones adorned the 
walls and private booths to either side of the room. The 
combination of throbbing music and the maze of lighting seemed to 
alert the senses. Everywhere were young women dressed in the 
sexiest, most fashionable clothes, although Billie's dress was a 
bit more daring than most. The girls sat down in a semi-circular 
booth. Billie soon noticed that Loretta and Cynthia were whispering 
to each other and smiling while looking at him.

"What are you two talking about now?" he asked while shaking his 
hair out.

Loretta smiled at him. "Billie, we were just noticing how 
incredibly feminine you look and act, it's amazing." Billie grinned 
with satisfaction. "Do go on," he said.

Cynthia laughed, then said, "Your legs are so slender that every 
other girl here is going to turn green! And the way that dress hugs 
your butt - whew!"

All three of them laughed.

It wasn't long before an occasional man could be noticed orbiting 
their booth, trying to decide which one of them to ask to dance. 
One pair of rather self-confident looking guys finally walked right 
up to them.

"Which two of you attractive ladies wants to dance?" one of them 
asked.

Billie cringed at their tired approach (wasn't that one of Bill's 
old lines?), but he had to admit that he was flattered by it.

Cynthia and Loretta quickly agreed to dance, and they got up to 
join the two guys. Billie realized only then that he had not felt 
the least bit jealous of the notion of other men dancing with his 
wife. He wanted her to have fun, and he knew that she wouldn't lead 
any of these guys on, so he watched her dance. Billie was watching 
so intently that he didn't even notice the man that was leaning 
across the table, until the man spoke up.

"Hi," he said.

Billie turned with a start. When he saw what it was he touched a 
hand demurely to his chest. "I'm sorry, you scared me for a 
moment," he said with a smile.

"Oh, sorry."

"That's okay."

The man came around and leaned in closer. "My name's Mike. Would 
you like to dance?"

Billie was so amazed at being asked he didn't even hear himself 
say, "Yes."

Mike led Billie onto the dance floor. The music was loud, so there 
wasn't much opportunity to talk. That was okay with Billie, though. 
He was just enjoying one more new experience. Dancing in high heels 
was another new feeling. Billie found that he couldn't move his 
feet around quite as much as he normally would, but he could swivel 
his hips more.

When they returned to the booth they found that Loretta and Cynthia 
were already back, with the two guys hovering over them. Billie 
slipped into his seat and introduced Mike, who offered to buy the 
ladies a round of drinks.

Billie looked at the other two girls, then spoke up. "No thanks," 
he said.

Mike composed himself. "Well, could we dance again later, Billie?"

Billie felt sorry for Mike. "Sure," Billie said, "why not?" 
   

Mike left with a grin on his face. Billie turned to the girls, who 
were excusing themselves from the other two gentlemen. They left 
looking not quite so triumphant.

"What happened?" asked Billie.

"They were getting a little pushy," replied Loretta.

"Mike seemed nice," Cynthia chimed in. "I think he likes you."

Billie felt his face blushing. "Yeah, well, he's all right, I 
guess. Wait a second! What am I saying?"

The girls stayed until about one a.m., dancing with just about 
every unescorted guy in the place. Billie danced with Mike a couple 
of more times, and Mike said that Billie was about the most 
gorgeous woman he had ever spoken to. This caused Billie no end of 
conflicting feelings of flattery and panic.

When they went to bed that night, Billie fell asleep almost 
immediately. 


Once again, Billie was on the dance floor with Mike, except 
everything was quite different, not the least of which was that 
they were not on the same dance floor, but on one in a nineteenth 
century style grand ballroom. Mike wore gray and black tails, 
making him much more distinguished looking than he had been 
earlier. Billie wore a beautiful formal dress of jade green taffeta 
with lots of ruffles and a very low cut front, satin elbow length 
gloves, and satin pumps. They were whirling around the ballroom to 
the sound of a waltz which Billie didn't recognize, but if he had 
been able to recognize it he would have recognized it as Mozart. 
All that Billie understood was that a very stiff looking orchestra 
was playing at one end of the hall, and they sounded beautiful. The 
next thing Billie noticed was that Mike had changed. He had not 
changed clothes, but he had changed into Dave. Dave was wearing the 
same clothes that Mike had been wearing though, which was of 
dubious comfort to Billie, for neither of the gentleman had 
bothered to ask the lady if Dave could cut in. No matter, Dave 
seemed to know how to waltz just as well, and Billie tossed her(?) 
head back and laughed with delight. Dave seemed unable to take his 
eyes off of Billie's rather pronounced cleavage, and when the waltz 
ended Billie demurely drew a lacy fan over her (yes, why not her?) 
chest. Dave offered his hand to walk Billie to a chair. 

"Champagne for the lady?" Dave asked. 

Billie smiled. "Yes, please."

Dave was immediately standing in front of Billie with a bottle of 
champagne and only one glass.

"M'lady looks absolutely exquisite tonight," Dave said as he poured 
champagne into the lone glass. He handed the glass to Billie.

"And what will you drink out of, Mister Thomas?" Billie asked.

Dave kneeled in front of Billie. "Man could not forge a more 
delicate vessel, than the lady's slipper." With that he gently 
lifted one of Billie's white-stockinged legs and removed the high-
heeled satin pump, revealing her soft, white-webbed toes and 
painted nails. He poured champagne into her shoe and, without 
taking his eyes off of Billie's, began to sip from the heel end. He 
gently massaged Billie's stocking clad foot with his free hand. 
This caused Billie to blush somewhat, and she furiously waved the 
fan at her face. When Dave finished the champagne he began to lean 
in toward Billie, saying, "Now let me drink from those lips, which 
are the color of dark wine, and which make one more drunk when 
simply tasted than would a sea of champagne." He pressed his lips 
to Billie's, gently at first, but then more urgently, until Billie 
felt herself suffocating in Dave's passionate embrace. 
   

Billie woke up with a start. Indeed, he found having a dream about 
being kissed by his head employee to be a rather distressing way to 
start the day. It was day, he was sure of that. Loretta was already 
up, apparently preparing breakfast. Billie sat up in the bed, 
trying to get a mental grasp of the situation. He pulled off his 
hair net and shook his head, allowing the long locks to fall on his 
shoulders. Okay, he had long hair, that much was confirmed. He was 
also wearing a lavender nightgown, which felt really good against 
his skin. He took a furtive glance at his chest. Yes, two rather 
well developed breasts were there, as he had expected. He ran a 
finger across the top of them, feeling their softness. His 
fingernails were long and slender, painted with a ruby polish. With 
these observations in mind, Billie was now certain that the dream 
had started in the grand ballroom, and was now definitely over. 
Something else still tugged at his insides, though. Billie realized 
that he was excited, even though he had found the dream to be 
absolutely revolting. This put a completely new fright in him, and 
he decided that he would be better off having breakfast with his 
wife than sitting here thinking about such things. He slipped into 
his pink marabou pumps and went to wash his face and put on a 
little makeup. 
   

"You have a good night's sleep?" asked Loretta as Billie sat down 
to a breakfast of fruit and juice.

"Yes, yes, terrific," answered Billie without looking up from the 
table.

"That's good, 'cause we're going to the beach today."

Billie looked up. "We are?" 
   

Cynthia arrived soon after Billie had taken a shower and put on his 
makeup for the day. Loretta had told him to be sure to 'Nair' his 
body again, and he had done so. His body felt baby smooth, from his 
breasts down to his toes. Afterward Loretta called Billie into the 
bedroom.

"I have something for you to put on," she said as he entered the 
room. she held up what appeared to Billie to be a very skimpy 
looking flesh colored garment.

"What is it?" asked Billie.

"It's called a cache garment. Cynthia got it from the theater 
supply store. It's used by female impersonators, and it will allow 
you to wear a bikini today."

Billie took the lightweight garment and held it up. Loretta got out 
a metallic print French-cut bikini and laid it out on the bed.

"Be sure everything's lined up okay," Loretta said with a giggle. 
"Cynthia and I will be waiting in the living room for you to model 
it." With that she left the room.

Billie took off his nylon house-robe and stood naked before the 
mirror. He stepped into the garment and pulled it up his legs. He 
had some difficulty getting it over his hips, because it was very 
tight. He didn't line up his privates quite right at first, which 
caused some pain when the garment snapped down on him. With this 
incentive in mind, he got it right the second time.

Billie was immediately struck by the dramatic difference it made in 
his appearance. He could not make out one lumpy trace of his 
masculinity now. The cache garment was the same color as his skin. 
He could just as well have been a naked woman standing there, 
staring dumbfounded in the dressing mirror. Billie could hardly 
wait now to get the bikini on. The top was a bandeau style, with an 
optional halter strap that Billie chose to tuck into his bustline. 
The cups fit his breasts perfectly, exposing just the right amount 
of soft flesh above them. He pulled on the bottom. The waistband 
came up above his rounded hips, blending in magically with the 
cache garment. Billie couldn't get over how exciting this effect 
was, and for a moment he lost himself in his feminine reflection. 
He then remembered that the girls would be waiting. He slipped into 
his light tan colored, high heeled slides, and put on Loretta's 
white nylon beach robe. Before entering the living room, he decided 
to put on his gold ankle bracelet. He fluffed up his hair and 
stepped into the living room, one leg at a time.

At first, all Cynthia and Loretta could see were a pair of slender, 
smooth legs poking out from around the corner of the hallway. Then 
the rest of Billie entered and he strutted toward them. His long 
mane of hair fell on the shoulders of the beach robe, which he kept 
wrapped tightly around himself. He turned his back to the girls and 
slowly untied the belt of the robe, then slid the robe down his 
back, first exposing his creamy white, bare shoulders, then his 
well rounded hips. Finally, he let the robe fall on the floor, and 
he turned to meet the wide-eyed stares of Cynthia and Loretta. 

"This is just incredible!" Cynthia exclaimed. "From now on you are 
definitely one of the girls!"

"Billie, you look perfect!" Loretta declared. "I'd be glad to have 
you as one of my girlfriends, if you don't mind."

Billie gave an embarrassed grin. "Sure, why not?"

"All right then, girls," said Cynthia, "let’s go to the beach!" 
   

The three girls decided to drive up the coast highway a few miles 
to a secluded beach that they knew of, where there would be fewer 
pesky teenagers to have to put up with. Billie stepped out of his 
slides as he reached the edge of the thick, soft sand. The sky was 
perfectly clear, and a breeze came in off of the Pacific, bathing 
him in the cool ocean air. With the shoes dangling from one hand, 
Billie led the other two girls to a good sunning spot. The girls 
spread out their towels and began to help each other with their 
suntan lotion. Billie relished the feel of the sweet smelling oil 
as he rubbed it into his cleavage and over his curvy thighs. 
Loretta put some on his back. Billie laid down on his stomach, 
undoing the bikini top strap in back, as he had seen other women do 
to prevent tan lines. He made a mental note to remember not to sit 
up too fast.

The girls were soon interrupted by a frisbee, which fell right in 
the middle of them, bouncing off Cynthia's fanny before coming to 
rest in the sand. Billie closed his top. The girls sat up to see 
the culprit coming toward them, a male culprit, with a big 'gee-
I'm-sorry-I-don't-know-what-happened' grin on his face, and two 
male co-culprits following close behind.

"We're in trouble," said Cynthia with a giggle.

"You're in trouble," Billie corrected.

"Stop it, you two," said Loretta.

The first of the frisbee enthusiasts stopped at the girls' feet, 
put his hands on his hips, and smiled. "Hi, I'm Doug," he said.

"How profound," said Billie under his breath. Cynthia hit him on 
the back. "Ouch!"

The other two guys caught up with Doug. "You find the frisbee, 
Doug?" one of them said while staring at the ladies.

"Yeah," said Doug. "Since we interrupted these gorgeous babes, I 
thought we should invite them to play."

Billie stammered, "Oh, no, we couldn't-"

"Sounds great!" said Cynthia. She grabbed the frisbee and pranced 
out onto the open beach. "Come ones Billie, Loretta!"

Loretta got up, and Billie followed.

The game of frisbee was going rather nicely, Billie thought after a 
short time. These guys seemed to just want to toss the frisbee, and 
nothing else. Billie thought that the slender women playing among 
the muscular guys looked like three gazelles prancing around in a 
buffalo corral. Loretta took pictures of the game, getting Billie 
falling back into Doug's arms while trying to catch the frisbee, 
and also lying on his stomach, perched on his elbows, with one 
sleek calf raised in the air.

When they finished playing, the guys prepared to leave. Doug came 
back up to the girls.

"So, would you girls like to go out tonight?" he asked.

Loretta and Cynthia deferred to Billie, who politely declined. 

"Well, it's been fun. Take care," he said. He rounded up the other 
two and left. 
 

On the way back to the house, Billie reclined in the back seat. He 
noticed that Cynthia was staring at him with a benign grin on her 
face.

"What's up with you?" Billie asked her.

Cynthia turned all the way around to face Billie, as if she had 
been waiting to be asked that very question. "Billie," she began, 
"have you ever considered modeling?"

Billie drew a lightly tanned knee up to his chin. He thought about 
the question for a moment. Was she serious, or just ribbing? "No, 
not really," he finally said. "Why?"

"I don't mean full time or anything, you know, not like a Paulina 
Porizskova. But I have a contact with a mail order fashion company 
that needs models for their catalogues."

Billie let out a sigh. "Come on, girl, that's crazy. Me? A model?"

"No, really, you're perfect," Cynthia insisted. "They deal mostly 
in formal wear, so they're looking for women who look just a little 
older than the average eighteen year old. But they want slender, 
gorgeous women all the same."

Billie shook his head in thought. "It's not that it doesn't sound 
like fun, it does. But this is going to have to end soon."

"It doesn't have to end soon," Loretta suddenly chimed in.

Billie couldn't believe it. "Don't you want your husband back?" he 
asked.

"I have my husband," Loretta answered. "My husband is living, which 
is a miracle in itself, and living as a happy, self-assured woman 
for the time being. I think that she should take advantage of every 
opportunity with this new lease on life."

Billie pondered this. He had never considered how happy he was 
while doing this. Wasn't it his recovery that had been making him 
so content? Or was it the discovery of a part of him that he had 
never known before? He found some pleasure in what he had been 
doing, that much was certain. But his pleasure center and his self-
image as a man had been like two locomotives on a collision course 
ever since that first day home from the hospital. Billie touched 
one of his earrings while staring down at his painted toenails.

His hair was blowing in his eyes, distracting him from his 
thoughts. He reached into his beach bag and pulled out a couple of 
barrettes, then used them to pin his hair back. He was suddenly 
struck by how easily he had done this; it had involved no real 
thought at all. He decided to give Cynthia's suggestion a chance.

"What do we do first?" he asked Cynthia.

Cynthia squealed with enthusiasm as she explained what had to be 
done. 
   

The following Monday morning, Cynthia arrived to take Billie to 
Cora's beauty salon. She had already arranged for Billie to get a 
professional makeover and hairstyle that day. 
   

Billie wanted to be his absolute stunning best. He put on a 
lavender garter belt, and slid a pair of sheer suntan, lace top 
stockings onto his legs, attaching them to the garters. He decided 
to wear a violet leather skirt that came just below the knee, and 
had a long slit in back. He settled on a blouse that was satiny and 
deep blue-purple in color. He put on a gold chain belt and two gold 
necklaces, as well as dangling gold earrings. The finishing touch 
were a pair of hot lavender, high heeled, leather pumps with the 
backs of the heels scooped out.

Billie looked in the mirror to check over everything before going 
out. He unbuttoned his blouse a couple of notches, exposing just a 
wisp of cleavage and camisole. He sprayed a little of his favorite 
perfume right in the center dabbed a little behind each ear, and 
then some on the back of the knees. Satisfied with the results, he 
picked up his purse and an electric blue leather bolero jacket, and 
he followed Cynthia to the car. 
   

Cora waved to them as they entered the salon. An assistant washed 
and conditioned Billie's hair while several women in the salon 
complimented Billie on his outfit. Billie smiled to himself; if 
only they knew what he really was Cora styled Billie's hair into 
long, draping curls, pinning some of it in back with a butterfly 
clip. she then gave Billie the most thorough makeup job he had ever 
had. A manicurist painted Billie's nails with a creamy lavender 
polish, which matched his outfit nicely. She then asked Billie to 
take off his stockings. He very carefully unhooked the garters and 
pulled off the stockings. The manicurist buffed his feet lightly, 
rubbed a moisturizer on them, and then painted his toenails the 
same color as his fingernails. Once the polish was dry, Billie put 
his stockings back on, slipped into his heels, and stood up.

"Billie," Cora said in a hushed voice, "you could cut the envious 
gazes in this room with a knife!"

Billie looked around the room, noticing that all the other women 
were staring right at him. He coolly gave them a smile and said, 
"Don’t envy me. I wasn't always this beautiful!"

That seemed to break the tension as the other women turned to each 
other with embarrassed little giggles. Cora and Cynthia, in light 
of their particular knowledge of the irony of Billie's remark, had 
to struggle to keep straight faces as they escorted him out the 
door. 
   

Loretta met Billie and Cynthia at Yvonne's Photo Studio, where they 
had arranged for Billie to do a glamour session for a modeling 
portfolio. An assistant escorted Billie to a dressing room. Loretta 
and Cynthia followed.

All three girls let out an audible gasp when they saw the racks of 
clothes hanging in the dressing room. The assistant suggested that 
they start with the outfit that Billie was wearing, then they could 
go to some formal wear, and finally some bathing suit shots.

Billie entered the studio, where the photographer was waiting.

"Hi, I'm Paul," he said while offering Billie a handshake. "I'm 
lucky to make a job out of photographing beautiful women like 
yourself"

Billie shook his hand, sizing him up as a clean, professional type. 
It occurred to Billie that someone like Paul probably wouldn't even 
be fazed if he knew his secret. Paul had already set up some lights 
against a soft, white background. He showed Billie the area to 
stand in, telling him not to move while he adjusted a light. 

"This is the back-light," Paul said. "We aim it from the opposite 
side of the camera so as to make your hair look heavenly, and it 
makes the picture more three-dimensional. If you can just feel 
where it is, you will be in great shape."

Billie wondered how he was supposed treed a light. He glanced over 
at Cynthia, who was standing to one side of the staging area. They 
had agreed that if Billie got stuck as to how to pose, he could 
just look over at Cynthia and she would give him poses to mimic. 
This came in handy rather quickly, for no sooner had Paul begun to 
flash away than Billie drew a blank on new poses. Paul chattered 
away about how to hold his hair and turn and so on, but Billie 
ended up mimicking Cynthia for most of the first part of the 
session. It must have worked, because Paul kept saying 'great!' and 
'marvelous!'.

Getting into the second part, in which Billie wore a full length, 
silver evening gown, he began to pick up the rhythm of the poses. 
Paul had him do several sitting poses, and he was surprised when a 
male model appeared in a tux. "Where did he come from?" Billie 
wondered aloud. "He comes with the package, apparently," said 
Loretta.

Billie and the tuxedo clad model did several poses with champagne 
glasses. Another pose involved the guy kneeling in front of Billie 
to adjust the ankle strap of his sandal. This reminded Billie of 
his dream of the previous weekend, and it caused him to burst into 
a giggle. He tried to cover his mouth.

"Perfect!" said Paul in reaction to the giggle.

Next came a blue, strapless, shirred evening dress with rhinestone 
appliqués and elbow-length gloves. It hugged Billie's form 
marvelously. The assistant clasped a rhinestone necklace around his 
neck, as well as matching bracelets, which looked stunning against 
the blue satin gloves. He pulled on a pair of white glitter 
stockings and slipped into a pair of scooped out pumps.

"My gosh, Linda Evans should watch out!" exclaimed Cynthia as 
Billie strutted back into the studio.

Billie thought that the piece de resistance was a gold metallic, 
French cut bikini, with gold leather, high-heeled sandals. The 
cache garment did its job wonderfully, because everyone commented 
on how sleek and sexy Billie looked in the bikini. Paul's assistant 
laid out a huge black beach towel for Billie to lie down on. The 
effect of the gold bikini on the black towel was stunning to say 
the least. 
   

Billie was tired when he and Loretta got home that evening. He told 
her that he had gained a new respect for models; he had never 
realized how much work it was-standing in heels for so long, 
turning, twisting, and bending under the hot lights.

Loretta put her arms around Billie and shut him up with a long, 
warm kiss. When she pulled away she had Billie's lipstick on her.

"Billie," she said while running a fingernail down Billie's neck to 
his chest, "I want you to put on something sexy for me."

"My clothes don't fit me yet," Billie said.

Loretta looked him in the eye. "I don't mean Bill's clothes, I mean 
Billie's." 

Billie smiled nervously. "Are you sure?" 

Loretta nodded, and kissed him again. 

"Okay," Billie said, and he headed for the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Billie took off the outfit that he had worn to 
the photo studio that day. He pulled open a drawer and lifted out a 
black lace mini-basque with garters and see-through cups. He pulled 
it over his body. It fit firmly, but comfortably, slightly slimming 
his waist and lifting his breasts into a nicely rounded cleavage. 
He slid a pair of black French-seamed stockings onto his legs, and 
attached them to the garters. Next he pulled a black lace g-string 
panty up over the garters. He fished through the closet to find a 
pair of patent leather pumps with five-inch spike heels. He put 
them on, feeling the taughtness in his calves as he walked in them. 
He removed the gold earrings and replaced them with a pair of 
dangling silver ones with rows of tiny rhinestones. He then pulled 
on his mid-length black nylon house robe, tied it at the waist, and 
walked into the living room.

Loretta sat on the sofa, with an open bottle of champagne on the 
coffee table next to a couple of full tulip glasses. She handed 
Billie a glass as he sat down next to her.

"Let's see what's under the robe," Loretta said.

"My, you are a naughty one tonight," Billie teased while standing 
to take off the robe.

"You'd better believe it. And I intend to get naughtier."

Billie untied the belt, and allowed the robe to slide off his 
shoulders, down his back. Loretta just sat there for a moment, her 
eyes drinking in the sight of Billie in the basque and stockings. 
Then she stood, set down her glass, and put her arms around Billie.

"I just want you to know how much I love you," she said. 
   

Loretta kissed Billie deeply, running her hands over his lace clad 
body. Billie felt something stir underneath the cache garment, an 
event he hadn't thought possible until now. Loretta ran a finger 
under the edge of Billie's stocking.

"Let's go someplace more comfortable," she said. she took Billie by 
the hand, and walked him into the bedroom. 
   

Two weeks later, Billie and Cynthia sat over lunch looking at the 
new portfolio.

"These pictures came out so fantastic!" Cynthia said. "I already 
have one agent that wants to meet you."

A chill ran through Billie; he hadn't been prepared for the notion 
that anything would really come of this. "Are you sure we should do 
this?" Billie asked.

"Are you kidding? Yes! You paid for this very expensive photo 
session, so you might as well do a couple of jobs to get a return 
on your investment."

Billie's business sense kicked in, and he decided that Cynthia had 
a valid point. 
   

"Your portfolio is just marvelous," agent Liddia Glanders was 
saying from across her desk while Billie reached down to hike up a 
wrinkle in his pantyhose. "I already have two catalogue companies 
that are interested in you. you have the perfect look for their 
particular needs."

Billie looked up. "Which are-?"

"A slender, attractive woman who looks just old enough not to make 
their customers feel insulted," Liddia said. "Are you available 
next week?"

Billie gulped slightly. "Yeah, I guess." 
   

Cynthia was driving Billie home while he complained about what he 
was getting into.

"This could go on forever," Billie said. "What do I do if I wanna' 
stop this nonsense?"

Cynthia didn't answer; her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. 
"Billie," she began after a long silence, "I’m supposed to ask you 
something right now, before we get to your house."

"This sounds ominous," said Billie. "Ask away."

Cynthia cleared her throat. "No matter what happens when you get 
home, you have to promise to not get mad at Loretta, to try to be 
understanding."

Billie felt himself starting to panic. "What has she done?"

"Well," Cynthia said while shifting in her seat, "she’s really just 
thinking of you. But you may get the idea that she's gone too far. 
That's all I can tell you."

Billie tightened his grip on his purse, and let out an aggravated 
sigh. 
   

Loretta greeted them at the door with a smile. She kissed Billie on 
the cheek. Billie could tell she was a little bit nervous. He went 
on into the living room.

When he got there he stopped in his tracks, his mouth dropped open, 
and his purse slipped from his hands.

Dave was sitting on the couch.

Billie closed his eyes, counted to ten, and reopened them.

Dave was still there. "Hello, Billie," Dave said as he stood up and 
began to walk toward Billie.

Billie backed up against the wall. He tried to say something, but 
he could only manage to open and close his mouth, which he thought 
must have looked rather stupid.

"Yes," Dave said, "Loretta told me all about it. And I think it's 
great."

The latter part of what Dave said didn't register in Billie's brain 
right away. "Loretta!" he yelled.

"What?" came the reply, only inches from his face.

Billie turned to see Loretta standing next to him with an injured 
expression on her face.

"Don't get mad at Loretta," Dave said.

Billie looked back at Dave. Suddenly something about Dave 
registered in his mind. "I had a dream about you recently," Billie 
said.

"Yeah? What happened?" Dave asked.

"You used the most awful come-on. Something out of a bad romance 
novel, ‘Lips like wine,' or some nonsense like that," Billie 
babbled.

"Who was I coming on to?" Dave inquired.

Billie toyed nervously with his necklace. "Uh, no one specific. I 
just-"

"Look, Billie," Dave began, "like I said, Loretta's told me 
everything, and I think that it's done you a lot of good."

"You do?" Billie said, feeling somewhat relieved. "I mean, I'll be 
getting back to being Bill soon, I just have a couple of modeling 
jobs, and-"

"That's fine with me," Dave reassured. "Look, I now understand why 
you've been avoiding the office since you got out of the hospital. 
I just wanted you to know that it's fine by me if Billie wants to 
run the business for a while. That is, if there's time between 
modeling jobs." Billie sat down in a stuffed chair, lost in thought

"Just think about it," Loretta chimed in. 'These past few weeks 
have shown me a person much more content and well-adjusted than 
Bill ever was. you may not even be aware of that fact, but it's 
true."

Billie looked at Cynthia. "Cindy? Do you have anything to add?"

"Yes, I do," she said. she strode around in front of Billie, 
looking him over. "Your slip is showing."

The other three looked at each other, bursting into laughter. 
Billie stood up and gave Loretta a hug.

"All of you are absolutely right," Billie said. "I have been 
happier as Billie than I've been willing to admit, and I'd like to 
go on like this for at least a little while longer. What do you say 
we go out and celebrate?"

That suggestion received a rousing cheer of approval.

"Just one thing," Billie said. The others fell silent "Keep Dave 
and any alcoholic beverages away from my shoes."

"Huh?" said Loretta.

Billie smiled at them. "I'll explain later." 
   


-The End-