Heather                   by: Jacki Pett

 

Part 3

Linda heard from her mother a half dozen times during the course of the day. She didn’t dare leave the house, in case the boy called. She tried to keep herself busy but couldn’t keep her mind on anything.

Patty called from the hospital around one and again as she was leaving the hospital, at four.

The meal she cooked for her dinner was still sitting on the stove, stone cold, Patty arrived at six.

"Nothing?" Patty asked when Linda let her in.

"Not a word." Linda answered, despondently.

"Where could he have sent her?" Patty couldn’t imagine. She knew from the boy that he had no family, other than the uncle.

"He didn’t say. I haven’t got a clue. He could be anywhere." That had been the question she had been asking herself all day.

"We have to find him." Patty had her own concerns. In just a few days he was going to begin to experience some changes and with no one there to explain what was happening to him, he was probably going to be pretty scared. She didn’t want that. She was going to help him through it but now....

"My Mom’s been going crazy too." Linda told her. "She been calling almost every hour. Heather made quite an impression on her."

"I think you’re story had something to do with that." Patty wished she hadn’t told her the tale.

"I know. I shouldn’t have lied to her." Linda regretted it now. It was all getting very complicated. Her Mom had talked to a psychiatrist and he told her that the girl would need therapy and loving support to overcome what her family had done. "She wants Heather to see a therapist."

"I can imagine." Under the circumstances, that probably would be what he’d recommend. Patty could just imagine how that would go. The first thing he’d discover was that he was a boy. Then the shit would hit the fan.

"Daddy told her he would start legal action to get her away from her uncle and get custody turned over to him and Mom. Can you imagine?" It wouldn’t be so bad if he lived with Linda.

Patty could, in a way. Mrs Bennett would smother him with love. She’d see to it he had everything a girl could ask for. She’d, unwittingly, do more to transform him than she and Linda ever could. It would be awkward for him at first, but considering the type of person he was, and how well he had been adapting already, it might not be so hard on him. "It might be good for him actually. At least he’d get all the love he needed."

"Oh, he’d get that alright. Mom would mother him to death, until she found out what he really was." Linda could just picture her reaction. "I don’t know what she’d do then."

"Let’s not worry about that right now." Patty wanted to put it out of her mind. "Do you really think he’ll call." Patty prayed he would.

"He’ll call, if he can. I’m sure of it." Linda wasn’t as sure as she tried to sound.

All they could do was wait.

He was exhausted and didn’t mind at all that they wanted him to lie down. The electric shocks that had paralyzed him had taken their toll. All he wanted to do was sleep.

Renie had him remove the new hoop earrings and replace them with little gold studs. She didn’t want him sleeping on them.

"Just finish your drink and you can take a nice nap." Renie stood over him waiting for him to drain the glass.

It didn’t taste that good but he finally managed to get it down.

"That’s a good girl. Now just put your head down and have your nap." Renie didn’t bother to make him change. She could see he was worn out. She wasn’t surprised. She probably would have been too, after being shocked the way he had. It did have the effect on him she hoped it would. He wasn’t giving her any more back talk and he did what he was told.

He was gentle as a lamb in the car on the way home. He had gotten his strength back by the time they parked out in front and got himself out of the car and into the apartment, on his own.

Renie had sent Carol on her way, insisting that she could handle him now. Carol didn’t really want to go but Renie insisted. "He’s just going to sleep."

Carol couldn’t take time off from her job on short notice like Renie. She called in sick that morning but she had to go to work in the morning. She had things to do and finally agreed to go.

It was almost seven as Renie locked him in and crashed on the couch in the living room for a few minutes. It had been an exhausting day for her too. Everything had gone amazingly well. He looked wonderful, much better than he had without the perm. The pierced ears were a wonderful touch. She could just imagine how it all made him feel.

She could hardly believe they did so well with Dr Owens. So many things could have gone wrong. The fact that he swallowed her ridiculous story amazed Renie. How naive the man was.

She had expected him to be shocked when he examined the boy. Renie thought he’d realize immediately that Heather was a boy but he didn’t. Her luck today was simply amazing.

Tomorrow he’d call and confirm their appointment Wednesday. She had only hoped that he would get the implants and now it was about to happen, and soon.

She watched TV for a half hour. At eight, she went into the kitchen and made herself something to eat. The inexpensive intercom she had picked up yesterday, listened for any sound from the bedroom. There wasn’t a peep.

Renie was nearly finished with her dinner when the phone rang. She ran for the bedroom to get it before it woke the boy. She turned down the ringer before picking it up.

"Hi Hon." It was Howie, one of her friends.

"I gave you a call at work this afternoon. They said you were on vacation."

"Yes, I took some time off." She went out with Howie occasionally. Nothing too serious.

"Big plans?"

"No, I’ve been feeling the pressure a little lately and I’ve been a little run down. I’m just going to relax for a few days." He obviously didn’t know she had taken two weeks off.

"I could come over and give you a rub down."

"Not tonight. I’m kind of tired and I want to go to bed early." Renie looked at the clock. It was only a little after eight. She didn’t want anyone over until she was comfortable that she had everything under control.

"Ok, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

Too soon. "I’ll give you a call tomorrow. We’ll see." She’d rather not but she couldn’t very well explain why. "I’m not feeling all that great."

"Nothing serious?"

"No, just a woman thing." That always worked with guys.

"Alright. Take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow."

"I will Hon. Goodnight."

"Good night."

Maybe in a few days. It might be fun to have him meet Heather but she had a lot more work to do with him first.

As Renie picked up the kitchen she laughed to herself. This was the last time she’d be doing these chores for a while. It was going to be neat to have him do all the cooking and cleaning.

By nine she was sitting at the kitchen table going over her plans for the next day. Still no noises from the bedroom. Renie attempted to plan every minute of his busy day.

There were still a few things she hadn’t worked out yet and she went into the bedroom to make a few important calls. Patty wasn’t home. She decided not to leave a message on her machine.

Renie didn’t like the way Patty and Linda got so close to him on Saturday. They had seemed too compassionate and understanding, the way they fussed over him, helped him. Renie had hoped Patty would get him the medication she wanted him to have but she was a little worried she and Linda wouldn’t agree with her plans for the boy.

Renie decided to leave them out of it. Telling them could ruin everything and she wasn’t going to take a chance. She’d use her other source to get him the drugs he needed.

"Hi Jill, it’s Renie."

"Hi. Where have you been hiding lately?"

Renie and Jill had met through Patty. Jill was a classmate of Patty’s when she was in school. They had all partied together for a while but the group had grown apart since Patty went on to her internship. Jill’s career path was different.

It had been months since Renie had seen her. They had become pretty good friends but when one wanted to get together, the other was always busy. Jill was a pharmacist now.

"Same old thing. Working too much. What about you?"

"My hours are crazy at the store and I’ve been going to school."

"It never ends, does it?" Renie would have preferred to get right to the reason she called but she had to make small talk first, to warm Jill up. It had been a while since she talked to her.

"It doesn’t seem to. What’s new with you? You still seeing Greg?"

"Not as much. We still go out occasionally but not as often."

Greg was alright but not as aggressive as the guys Renie preferred.

"Ah, the passion cools."

"Greg’s alright. I’m seeing this new guy, Howie."

"Who’s Howie? What’s he like?"

"He’s got the cutest buns you ever saw in your life." Renie could just see them now, tight and firm in his bikini underwear. "He does weight training."

"A hunk?"

"Really, but he’s bright too. Howie works at Shearman’s. He’s a broker." Renie was happy as long as he had the money to take her to nice restaurants and on their occasional weekend getaways.

"A hunk and he’s got money. He sounds great."

He might sound great but he was a little too wrapped up in his image. He had tried, at first, to tell Renie how he wanted her to dress and she nipped that in the bud in a hurry. Renie still didn’t like the feeling that she was just another of his accessories but he was great in bed and he treated her well. She looked at her wrist, where the diamond tennis bracelet he bought her sparkled.

"He’ll do for now." Renie told Jill with a chuckle.

That was enough. It was time to get to the point, "I know I’m terrible but there’s a reason I called."

"What’s up?"

"Well, my doctor’s out of town, on vacation for a few weeks and my estrogen prescription has run out." Renie never had a prescription for the hormone but Jill didn’t know that. The only estrogen she had was her birth control pills and that wasn’t the same. They would put a trace of the hormone in his system and it would appear convincing enough for Dr Owens but it wouldn’t do to the boy what the other would.

"Nobody’s covering for him?"

"Yea, there is but I can’t stand the guy. I went to him once before and I had the most horrible experience when he examined me."

"One of them."

"He gives me the creeps. I don’t want to go to him."

"Ok, just bring in your prescription and I’ll give you a refill."

"I tossed the bottle yesterday, by accident."

"I wish you still had it. You know I shouldn’t do this without a prescription."

"I know. I wouldn’t even ask but I’m really desperate."

"How about if I just give you enough to cover you till he gets back?"

"That would be great. I really appreciate your help Jill."

"That’s ok. I’m glad to help."

"While I’ve got you on the phone I have a professional question to ask."

"What is it?"

"You know how my mom and I have the same medical history." This was a total bluff. "Well she said that her doctor’s put her on something to stop her from producing testosterone. He says her level’s too high and with her estrogen problem she could have real troubles. Is it safe for her to take that."

"He must be giving her Meliphine."

"Meliphine?" Renie wrote it down.

"Yes, it halts the body’s production of male hormones."

"Is it safe?" Renie wanted more information.

"Oh yes. Tell your mom not to worry."

"I suppose I’ll have to take it sooner or later. Mom and I seem to have the same problems."

"There’s nothing to worry about."

Now to turn the subject around a little. "I was just picturing Howie and had a horrible thought."

"You mean like if he took it by accident." Jill said laughing.

She read her mind, just as she hoped she would. Renie didn’t know how else to approach the subject. "Yes."

"Well, your sex life would certainly go down the tubes."

Jill’s laughter at the idea let her go on and ask, "What would happen to him?" She asked casually.

"Oh, it’d be terrible. He’s just shrivel up to almost nothing in days. His sex drive would dry up just as fast."

Renie sounded appalled. "You mean everything would go?"

"His penis, his testicles, everything. He’d probably even grow tits."

It was just what she was looking for. "Tits? How could that happen?"

"Sure. Guys produce female hormones too. Not a lot, but just imagine if the body didn’t have the male hormones to dominate them. Yea, tits, definitely."

"God, that would be horrible, Howie with tits." Renie laughed.

"It wouldn’t do a lot for his macho image. He wouldn’t look real great in a tight bathing suit either."

Renie echoed her laughter. Now she had to figure a way to get the drug. Jill would never agree to give it to her. "I really appreciate you helping me out Jill."

"That’s ok. Glad I could help. You want to stop in tomorrow and pick up the prescription?"

"Do you suppose you could have the store deliver it?" Renie didn’t want to leave him alone tomorrow, not even for a little while.

"Sure, no problem. You still living at the same address?"

"Same place. Thanks again Jill."

"We should get together and go out soon."

"Why don’t we get together next week. We could get some of the others together and go out."

"Sounds like fun. I need to get out."

"I’ll call you. We’ll make plans." Renie planned on taking Walter out in public soon anyway. She knew he’d be embarrassed and she’d get a thrill out of it. Better it be with a group of girls. She’d have to leave Patty and Linda out of it though.

"Great. Talk to you then."

Renie couldn’t believe how everything was falling into place.

The clock on the night stand said it was almost ten. It was too late to do anything with him tonight.

Walter woke to her shaking his shoulder.

"Time to get under the covers Heather."

He had been sound asleep and was annoyed at her waking him. He had to make a conscious effort not to look annoyed. "What time is it?" He asked in a small voice.

"It’s late. You need to get ready for bed." She wanted him to shower, get his makeup off and start getting used to the things girls do before going to bed. "Go in the bathroom and take off your makeup. I brought you everything you’ll need. I’ll show you."

Renie had him use baby oil to remove his makeup. It was gentle and it was good for his skin. He washed after, with a lotioned soap, the same brand Renie used on her face.

A new bar of soap was in the shower for him. He washed off the perfume that haunted him since he woke up from his long nap. He had gotten used to it earlier, almost to the point where he didn’t notice it.

Renie had told him not to bother washing his hair tonight but that he’d begin doing it every night from now on. That was fine with him.

He finally had the privacy to investigate what they’d covered him with. It felt so strange to wash himself and not feel his penis or balls. It was scary to think they were hidden under the mat of natural looking hair.

Renie handed him his robe when he was toweled off. She liked the way it didn’t quite cover his little ass or the small triangle of hair at his crotch. He looked so natural it was almost spooky. She loved it.

He looked at the lotion she gave him to moisturize with. It wasn’t Oil of Olay, it was made by Revlon. He said nothing. He just used it the way she told him to.

Renie had bought it just for him. It was supposed to make a ‘noticeable difference in just days’. At least that’s what it advertised. His skin wasn’t bad, especially after his facial today, but she wanted to do everything she could to make it soft and pretty.

Back in the bedroom she had him sit at his vanity and brush his hair. "One hundred strokes." She told him. She showed him how to lean over and brush it from the roots. If his hair was going to look good, he had to learn how to take care of it.

He didn’t argue. He did what she told him and pretended to enjoy it. When he finished brushing his hair he looked at himself in the mirror. Even now, with his makeup off, he looked so much like a girl. His hair hung down around his face, so full and unnatural. The studs in his ears looked so strange. He was getting used to his eyebrows looking the way they did. They didn’t bother him so much anymore.

Renie went into his dresser and brought out one of the new nighties she had bought him and a clean pair of panties.

The little white lace string bikinis looked precious on him. It was almost a shame to have him cover them with his white satin chemise.

Renie probably had more fun shopping for him in Victoria’s Secret than anywhere. She had been very careful to by him things that would cover completely, the breasts he would wear. He looked lovely standing there, modeling for her.

This part was hard. He managed just a little smile as he turned for Renie. His mouth just barely turned up at the corners.

"You look lovely Heather." Renie told him, grinning with pleasure. She thought about taking him to her bedroom but no, not yet. It was too soon. He wasn’t ready yet and she wanted him to be ready so he didn’t spoil everything.

She moved close and caressed his hair and face. "You really are a pretty girl. We’re going to be very good friends Heather."

Her touch made his flesh crawl but he stood there and endured it.

Renie gave him the tenderest of kisses on his cheek. She pointed to her cheek.

He didn’t hesitate and returned her light kiss, just barely touching her cheek with his lips.

"Under your covers now." She told him sweetly. She liked the way he responded to her.

She tucked him into his bed. "We’re going to stay home tomorrow. We don’t have to go anywhere."

He was thankful for that but then he thought about what just happened, the way she touched him and the kiss. That bothered him.

Renie had brought a glass of water from the bathroom and set it on his nightstand while he was brushing his hair. She picked it up and handed it to him and took a pill from her pocket. It was a sleeping pill. She wanted to be sure he slept and didn’t get into trouble. "Here dear, I want you to take this."

Another pill. He took it from her.

"It’s to help you sleep." Renie decided to tell him.

"Thank you." If that’s all it was. He put it in his mouth and swallowed it with the water. She could just as easily stunned him and forced him to swallow it. The stunner was in the back pocket of her jeans. He could see the bulge.

She liked hearing him thank her. It was a small thing, but he was learning. She walked to the door and, reaching for the light switch that controlled the lamp on the nightstand, she said, "Good night Heather, Sleep tight."

"Good night." He responded the way he thought she expected. When the room went dark and the door closed. He heard the distinctive click of the lock.

He got comfortable on his back. When he turned to try to lay on his side, the pads on his chest pulled at his skin.

The silky material of his underwear and chemise felt cool against his skin. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

His hair brushed his cheek and tickled him. He had to tuck it back and lie still to keep it from bothering him.

He didn’t lay there for long, wondering what was going to happen to him. The sleeping pill was potent and he fell asleep quickly.

Renie called Carol to let her know that the evening went alright. She told her what Jill had to say and that she was going to get him the estrogen. She didn’t mention the Melaphine or what it was capable of doing. Carol didn’t need to know.

As Renie got ready to go to bed she thought about how he looked today. The way he looked in the tight sexy jeans was definitely wrong. Seeing him just now, in the pretty chemise, he looked sweet and demure. She really liked that. It excited her, seeing him that way. She was glad now that she didn’t buy him many things like the jeans. From now on she would dress him to look softly pretty and sweet.

Renie looked in on him one last time. The light from the hallway spread a warm glow over him as he lay there sleeping peacefully. He looked so precious.

No one had a particularly good night’s sleep. Linda lay awake most of the night, worrying and wondering.

Patty finally fell asleep around one in her bed. She stayed with Linda till almost eleven. If it weren’t for work, she would have stayed the night with her.

Connie lay in her bed and read till Ben finally asked her to turn out the light. Connie knew Ben was upset too but he handled stress differently than she did. She didn’t resent him for being able to sleep when something was so terribly wrong. She envied him for it. She only lay there for about an hour before sleep overtook her.

Walter was already waking up before Renie unlocked his bedroom door and came in to wake him. The room looked warm and cozy with the warm sunlight filtering in through the curtains. It was a nice room, he thought to himself, looking through sleepy eyes. He wasn’t completely aware yet of where he was. He had slept deeply under the influence of the pill.

"Good morning Heather." Renie said from the foot of the bed.

Walter stretched and came awake when he realized where he was. "Good morning." He answered her cheerfully. He had to do better today. He had to be more convincing, even if it made him sick.

His respond surprised her a little. Maybe he wasn’t quite awake yet and didn’t remember. "Did you sleep well."

"Wonderfully." He told her in the same cheery voice. He was fully awake now and watched her reaction.

"Heather, do you know where you are?" Why was he so pleasant?

He was overdoing it. "Yes." He answered, losing the lilt in his voice.

That was it, he hadn’t been quite awake. "Good. It’s time to get up. Are you hungry?"

He was starved. "Yes, very." He didn’t move. He just lay there looking at her.

"Well, get up and wash your face. You don’t have to get dressed but you’ll probably want to brush your hair and put on your robe." Renie took a step back and waited to see what he’d do.

He pulled back the cover and swung his legs out of the bed. He slid easily on the silky material of the chemise. He almost enjoyed the way it felt against his skin. After another stretch he stood up an went into the bathroom.

Renie heard him run the water and in a moment he came out of the bathroom in the robe. He was trying to tie it closed with the belt and was having some difficulty. "I’ll help you with that."

He didn’t want help but he let her tie it for him. "Thanks"

"Brush your hair and I’ll help you do something with it." Renie stood to the side and he sat down at the dressing table and started brushing it. He wasn’t doing it right. "Do it like I showed you last night."

He heard the command in her voice again. There was no mistaking it. He bent over and did it her way.

"That’s better Heather. You want it to be pretty and healthy."

Renie moved behind him now and watched him in the mirror.

She made him uncomfortable. He tried to ignore her as he counted out the strokes.

"That a girl. Now I’ll help you fix your hair and we can go have breakfast." She took the brush he handed her. "In the bottom left drawer, you’ll find a white banana clip. Let me have it."

Walter fished around in the drawer and found it. He handed it to her.

"Now, pay attention so you can do this yourself next time." There was so much for him to learn.

Walter watched as she pulled his hair back from his forehead, just like Billie had done the previous day. She brushed it up from the nape of his neck and, holding all his hair in one hand, closed the clip on it.

"See, it’s just that easy. Now you just brush it out a little." She showed him how to tease it into shape. "Now, turn around and face me Heather," When he had she gave his hair the finishing touches, "and just pull out your bangs a little..... There. Now you look pretty." Renie said admiring him. "What do you think."

He could see himself in the mirror on the dresser. His front looked foolish with his bangs all teased up and he could see his reflection in the vanity mirror with his wavy hair all cascading down the back of his head. He had to say something. "It looks nice."

Renie wasn’t satisfied. "Just nice Heather? I think you look pretty."

He swallowed hard and smiled as he said, "I think it makes me look pretty too. I like it."

"That’s better." Renie said with a grin. She enjoyed coaxing him into the response. "Let’s go have breakfast."

Walter followed her out of the room. He was thankful to leave his reflection in the bedroom but the hair that bounced against the back of his neck reminded him of how silly he felt.

Renie stopped short of the kitchen. She sat down at the table. Walter looked around. Nothing was set out to eat. He just stood there until Renie spoke up. "I’d like a bowl of oat bran with milk, a glass of orange juice and some toast."

She expected him to get it for her?

"Go ahead and get familiar with the kitchen but don’t take too long, I’m hungry." Renie unfolded the morning paper she had retrieved from the porch before she woke him.

He was supposed to be her servant, he realized.

"Hurry up now Heather." Renie took the stunner from the pocket of her robe and set it on her lap.

Walter went into the kitchen and started opening the cabinets and drawers until he found everything she wanted. He started to set two place setting on the table.

"Oh no Heather. You’ll be having the instant breakfast that’s on the counter." Renie pointed to the canister on the counter, next to the blender. "Just put those things away." Renie went back to reading the paper. She kept an eye on him.

He wasn’t allowed to eat anything but that frothy drink they gave him yesterday? He had to say something. From the safety of the far side of the counter he told her, "But I’m hungry."

Renie could see that he thought he was safe. She rose from her chair, the stunner at the ready, and waked into the kitchen.

Walter shrunk back from her in terror. He backed into the far counter. "No, please..please I won’t......" He put his hands out even though he knew they wouldn’t stop the crackling weapon from getting him. He shrank back further into the corner as she advanced toward him. He dropped to the floor, trying to ball himself up so small she couldn’t find him. He was crying and begging, "Please, please!..I’m sorry.. I won’t...!"

She didn’t care for this herself but if this is what it was going to take, than so be it. She stopped only inches from him. The stunner almost touching his shoulder "You talked back Heather. You shouldn’t do that."

"I’m sorry..sorry!" He cried as he tried to cover himself with only an arm. He heard the crackle again of the stunner that was so close.

"When I tell you to do something I expect you to respond immediately."

"I will! I will!"

"Now, I’m hungry. You can have your breakfast as soon as you’ve gotten me mine." Renie stopped clicking the trigger of the shock device and took two steps back. "Wash your face. Your eyes are going to look all red and puffy."

Walter got slowly off the floor. His eyes went from Renie’s to the stunner and back again.

"Quickly now Heather." Renie said calmly.

It was a long way to the bedroom. He looked at the kitchen sink. "Yes, you can wash your face there." She told him. She held back her smile until she turned from him and left the kitchen for the table and her paper.

Her cereal, juice and toast were on the table in only a few minutes. "I like my toast buttered as soon as it comes out of the toaster Heather." She handed it back to him.

He didn’t say a word and was back with her buttered toast as quickly as he found the butter in the refrigerator.

When her breakfast was in front of her she turned to him and said, "Now you can go ahead and make you’re diet drink Heather. Just follow the directions on the package."

Walter followed the directions and mixed the chocolate drink in the blender.

"Good girl. Now bring it over here and sit down." Renie had been going to add the secret ingredient but decided to wait until his new pills arrived.

He sat with his hands in his lap, waiting for her to tell him it was alright to drink it.

She didn’t realize, at first, that he was waiting for her permission. "Go ahead and drink it Heather." Renie smiled as she looked down at her paper.

If he could have finished it in one gulp, he would have. He wasn’t going to do anything else to displease her. Anything she wanted him to do, Anything.

He just sat there when he had drained the tall glass. Renie ate her breakfast leisurely. When she was finished with every morsel she told him. "Alright Heather, you may clear the table and clean up the kitchen. I’m very fussy about the way my kitchen looks so do a good job."

He worked in silence, rapidly cleaning away all evidence of the breakfast he had just served her.

"You know Heather.." Renie started to say.

He turned to her. She had his full attention.

"No dear, keep working." She reminded him. "You know Heather, that instant drink is just what you need. You are a little overweight. We’ll just keep you on that diet until you’re in shape. You want to be in shape? You want to have a nice figure? Don’t you Heather?"

"Oh yes. Very much." He didn’t hesitate a heart beat.

"I thought so. Good." Renie got up from the table when he was finished putting away the dishes. "I think it would be nice if you were to do the laundry now Heather." Renie was just testing him.

"Yes, please." He answered anxiously.

"You do know how?" She asked. It was possible he didn’t. Just in case, she’d show him, once.

Walter had done laundry at home, to help his mother, a long time ago. His uncle didn’t have a washer or dryer. If he made a mistake, she’d be mad. "It’s been a long time." His knuckles were white from gripping the counter in fear.

That was alright. "Come on and I’ll show you how I want our laundry done." Renie led just around the corner from the kitchen to the laundry room.

After she explained how, he ran a load of towels. Renie showed him how to wash her delicate lingerie in the sink with Woolite then watched to see that he did it correctly. He even did her pantyhose and underwear. It was wonderful to have someone do that for her. Especially when that someone was her obedient, terrified, feminized little boy.

When he was finished with that chore, she asked him, "You do know how to work the vacuum? It’s in the hall closet."

"Yes." He answered quickly. It was clear that he was to be her maid. He said nothing and went right to the closet and took out the vacuum. He vacuumed the living room, dining room, hall and his bedroom while she followed him around.

"You did a nice job Heather."

"Thank you." He hated it.

"You can do my bedroom now." Renie unlocked the door and let him in.

He did it as thoroughly as he had done the rest of the apartment.

Renie couldn’t resist. It was just something about his being in there dressed the way he was. It was also the way he was responding after she put the fear of God into him.

"Heather, take off your robe please." Renie removed hers and laid it across her bed.

What did she want now. He didn’t like the tone in her voice or the look she gave him. He did take off his robe.

Renie knew she was taking a chance with him. The stunner was in her robe pocket on the bed. She just couldn’t help herself. She sat on the end of the bed and let her nightie lay where it rested on her thighs.

"Kneel down here in front of me Heather." She told the boy.

Oh God! He hesitated for a second.

"I said, kneel down here." Renie said a second time. His conditioning wasn’t a through as she thought. She wasn’t surprised. It was going to take longer to make him responsive to her wishes.

Walter knelt between her long silken legs and looked up into her face.

"Kiss me here." She pointed to her knee. Renie rested her hand on the stunner in her robe pocket.

He kissed her on the knee.

She pointed to a spot a little higher, on the inside of her thigh. "Here."

He kissed her there.

Higher, "Here." Renie pulled up her nightie a little higher.

He kissed her half way up her thigh. He could smell her fragrance before he moved away.

Renie’s head arched back slightly. "Here." She touched a spot a few inches higher.

Walter inhaled her scent deeply as he pushed his head between her legs to kiss her silken skin. She wasn’t wearing underwear and he could see her dark patch of pubic hair.

She didn’t point any more. "Higher."

He felt her stiffen as he kissed her just below her crotch. Her scent was so strong now. Something about it was intoxicating.

Renie spread her legs even further. She pulled her nightie up to her waist. "Kiss me here." She pointed to the thick patch of hair.

He held back.

"Do it Heather." She commanded softly. She reached down and took his hair in her grip.

He was pushed into her crotch. He kissed her warm flesh. She stiffened again. She held him there.

"Again" She told him softly. "

He had no choice. He kissed her again. He let his lips delay on her flesh while she held him there, moving his head up and down in her crotch.

"Lick me. lick me all over." Waves of excitement ran through her whole body.

He only stuck his tongue out. She did the rest as she moved his head by pulling his hair, first this way, then that. He tasted her juices as she became more and more excited. Faster and faster she pulled him around. Until, finally she whimpered with pleasure and let him go.

He had no sense of how long she held him there. It seemed like an eternity. His mouth and face were covered with the sweet taste of her. He had never done anything like this to a girl. He had never done anything with a girl. This was the first time he had ever seen a woman’s pussy.

"That was wonderful Heather." Renie knew it would be like that. It was wonderful and as she looked down at him she wondered, would he ever do that for her with out her having to make him. She could only hope that she could mold him to please her the way she hoped. He looked so sweet, kneeling there with his face shining with her juices.

"You better go wash Heather. Use your bathroom." She’d follow in a minute, when she calmed down.

Walter didn’t need to be told twice he grabbed his robe from the floor and hurried out of her room. It was like a bad dream. He used lots of soap and scrubbed his face with his washcloth.

She knew better than to leave him alone too long. She stood in his bathroom doorway and waited till he was done.

He didn’t see her there until he reached for the towel to dry his face.

"You’ll do that for me again, won’t you Heather?" She had control of herself again.

He was to be a sex toy too? "Yes."

"I wish you could experience how that feels." She knew no man or boy could ever experience an orgasm the way a woman could. Of course, with a seven thousand dollar operation, he might.

"I’ll try." Was that what she wanted him to say?

She looked hard at him. She hadn’t expected a response. He was almost too obedient. Well, she could possible give him a taste of what it’s like but not now. "Later Heather. Right now I want you to get dressed. I’ll lay out your clothes."

That was a relief. He didn’t know what she had in mind for him but it didn’t really matter. He followed her back into the bedroom.

"Take off your nightie and your panties." she told him as she went to his dresser and took out a pair of tights and one the leotards she bought him. "Put these on."

The door bell startled Renie. "I’ll be right back." She left, locking the door behind her.

The tights weren’t that different from pantyhose. They weren’t so bad. The leotard felt strange on him. He looked down where they fit him so snugly and was again depressed at what he didn’t see.

She was only gone a minute. The pharmacy made the delivery earlier than she expected. "Here Heather, take this." She hand him the pill and the glass of cold water she brought from the kitchen.

He wondered but didn’t ask as he put it in his mouth and swallowed the little white pill.

"Good girl. I have to get dressed so you wait for me here. Your hair is a mess, fix it while I’m gone." She took the glass from him and closed his door.

He heard the familiar sound of the lock dropping into place. He went to the vanity to fix his hair. She had managed to mess it up when she forced him to have oral sex with her.

The stretching exercises she had him do didn’t seem so hard at first. He just followed the instructor on the video tape. It did make it easier when she did them with him. He just couldn’t bend himself the way she could.

"You’ll get there Heather. We’re going to do exercises every day." They were easy for her. She worked out frequently but the poor boy didn’t have a girl’s muscle tone. Not yet anyway.

After a half hour of loosening up she let him stop. "You’re going to have a nice hot bath so that you don’t tighten up. We’ll do some aerobics this afternoon.

Dieting would take off the pounds. Aerobics would take off the fat and tone him up in the places that were important. His thighs were a little big and his waist needed slimming. Seeing him in the leotard, she could see that he would have a nice figure before too long. With his slender hips he was going to be perfect.

Walter hadn’t expected to soak in an oil bath.

"It’s good for your dry skin Heather." Renie explained. "Don’t get out until I come back." She wanted him in there for a full half hour. His skin could, and would be eventually, as smooth and silky as any girls. He’d just have to work at it a while. She’d see to it that he did.

He lay there in the hot bath, afraid to get out. It did feel good on his skin and his sore muscles didn’t mind it either. There wasn’t a centimeter around the edge of the patch that he didn’t test. No where would it even begin to peel back.

He had to make her a salad for lunch while he drank another of those diet shakes. He would have begged for solid food if he thought it would have helped. He did manage to steal a piece of lettuce when Renie wasn’t looking.

When he was finished cleaning up from lunch Renie had other work for him. "Heather, I want you to clean the whole kitchen, floors, walls, counters, oven, everything."

It took him almost two hours before she was satisfied. She made him wear rubber gloves so he didn’t ruin his hands. When he finished there he did both bathrooms under her watchful eye. He felt like an God damn maid. He didn’t complain once. Not a word.

It was getting to be mid afternoon and Dr Owens hadn’t called yet. Renie was getting worried. She would give him an hour and then she’d call him. Right now she wanted to get the boy started on his aerobics.

He had washed out the tights and leotard in the laundry room and laid them out with the other things he’d washed that morning to dry. She had anticipated that he’d need more than one pair.

These were worse than the first pair he wore. The tights were what Renie called capri length. They came to just above his calf. The leotard was a T back and he felt strange wearing it. She had him look at himself in the full length mirrors on the closet door. The back of the leotard went right up the crack of his ass. The effect was, he looked like he had a girl’s ass. He didn’t know how much of this he could stand.

Renie could see he didn’t like the outfit but he looked marvelous in it. "You really have nothing to be ashamed of Heather. You look very shapely in it. I know a lot of girls who’d die to have your figure. Just wait till....."

The phone in the bedroom rang. "I’ll be right back." Renie hurried out of the room. She didn’t forget to lock the door in her rush to answer the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is this Miss Hastings?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Would you please hold for a moment for Dr Owens?"

"Of course." This was it. Renie went and closed her bedroom door. If the boy was listening, she didn’t want him to overhear.

"Miss Hastings?"

"Yes, this is Renie. Doctor Owens?"

"Good afternoon. I’m sorry I took so long to call you. I had your sister’s results run again just to be sure of something."

"Was there a problem?" Why would he run the blood tests a second time. It worried her.

"Her hormone levels were a little unexpected. I just wanted to double check. Everything’s fine, there’s nothing to be concerned about."

Thank God! "What were you concerned about?" Renie asked.

"It’s nothing, really. I expected to find your sister’s level of hormones to be low. Instead, they’re at fairly normal levels. Her testosterone level was, on the other hand, very low. It seemed to be a contradiction, considering her problem."

"I don’t understand. I was going to ask you about Meliphine. It was recommended for her by a doctor in New York."

"Your sister certainly doesn’t need Meliphine. Her level of testosterone is so low, it hardly registered. We probably should get her a prescription for some and get her started."

She knew that a certain level of testosterone in a woman’s system was critical. Renie didn’t understand why the boy’s level was so low? How could that be? Non the less, she was thrilled with the news. At least now she didn’t have to worry about getting him the drug. "I’m so glad to hear that. So we’ll see you tomorrow at one?"

"Yes, that’ll be fine. Did your sister recover all right yesterday?" He was concerned about the girl.

"The minute we left she was just fine."

"I’m glad to hear that. Now just remember to give her one of those sedatives I prescribed for her about an hour before you come in and we’ll see you tomorrow."

"I really don’t know how to thank you Doctor Owens."

"It’s enough that I’m able to help. Good bye." It was enough that he was being paid in cash.

"Good Bye." Renie wanted to squeal with joy. She controlled herself.

She took a minute before she went back to his bedroom.

He hadn’t forgotten about Dr Owens expected call. He figured that had to be it, it was getting so late in the day. "Was that Dr Owens?" He asked Renie meekly.

"Yes. Bad news I’m afraid. He’s not going to give you your implants." There was no point in telling him. He’d only get upset. Tomorrow was soon enough for him to learn.

Walter couldn’t bring himself to look disappointed. He didn’t let the knowing smile show. He had known all along that the tests would show that he was a guy and the doctor wouldn’t go along with Renie’s sick game.

"I’m so sorry Heather." Renie could see he was delighted. Let him have his moment. She’d have her’s tomorrow.

"It’s alright. I don’t think I’m ready yet." That should appease her.

What a strange thing for him to say. Renie wondered, was he actually resigned to his fate and beginning to enjoy pretending to be a girl? Or was he stringing her along? She could find out but not right now, later.

"What say we do our aerobics Heather?" Renie asked cheerfully.

"Sure." He was going to be a total flop at this, he couldn’t even keep a beat.

Renie was disappointed at first that he did so poorly but she wasn’t about to give up. "Just do the steps until you get the beat. Let yourself feel the music." She was patient until he got the feel of it.

"Good Heather. That’s wonderful. Now just move your arms in unison, just like the girl in the video." Renie rewound the tape to that point. She was determined and was ready to spend the rest of the day at it.

Walter was amazed that he was actually able to keep the beat.

"You’re doing fine Heather. We’ll just do one step at a time." He was burning calories and toning up even though he couldn’t do it too well yet. But, Renie was sure, with the progress he was making, that he’d get it.

Carol came straight from work to Renie’s, as they agreed. She was surprised to find them in the living room, at six in the evening. The two of them doing aerobics.

"Hi." Carol said to Renie when she opened the door in her tights and leotard. Carol looked past her, into the living room, and saw the boy in the same togs, stepping and swinging his arms to the aerobics music. They were both perspiring profusely.

"Hi yourself." Renie was glad to see her. "Did you pick up that prescription?"

"Yes, did he call?" She was anxious to hear what he said.

Renie lowered her voice. "We’re all set for tomorrow. I’ll tell you all about it later. I told our Heather that he said no. I didn’t want him to worry about it till it was time."

"Ok." She followed her into the living room after she locked the door.

He looked her way as Carol walked in but didn’t stop or miss a beat.

Renie jumped back in and joined him. Carol put her purse down and sat on the couch. She watched him as they worked out, his breasts, like Renie’s bouncing up and down. She thought to herself, after tomorrow that will be his real breasts that bounce and juggle. He’ll be so much more like a real girl then.

Renie finally had enough.

Walter had actually really begun to enjoy himself. He was thrilled that he could actually move to the music the way he did. It was the most pleasure he had gotten out of the whole day.

"Did you have a nice day Heather?" Carol asked. She didn’t expect the answer she received.

"It was a wonderful day." Walter told her with a smile.

Renie got a kick out of Carol’s reaction.

"You did?" Carol asked, surprised.

"Yes, Renie and I had fun. I helped her around the house and she taught me a few things." He wasn’t quite repeating their earlier conversation word for word, but it was close.

Renie had a talk with him while they worked out. She told him that he was doing beautifully but he should try to bring their relationship up to a more congenial level. She said she didn’t want to be so hard on him and as long as they understood each other, they could be pleasant. She told him she wanted it that way. She didn’t tell him that when they were intimate, it would make it more exciting for her.

Walter agreed and from that moment on, he tried to sound like a friend. It wasn’t all that easy.

"Carol, Heather and I are going to take showers. You can come in and talk while I take mine."

"Alright." Carol followed them down the hall.

Renie stopped at his door. "Heather, after your shower why don’t you fix your hair up pretty, put on your makeup and put on one of your pretty new dresses. We’re going to get dressed up a little for dinner."

"Ok, I’d like that." He said as she closed his door and locked him in.

Carol almost busted a gut.

Renie put a finger to her lips and told her to hush.

He dropped in the chair, exhausted. He was weak from exercising so long and he was hungry. He knew he didn’t have long so he summoned what strength he had left and stood up to get undressed. He saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall. The outfit made him look so skinny. He ran a hand down his side, from his feminine chest, down past his waist to his hips. Did he really have a girl’s figure? He knew he didn’t have much of a build and he was skinny, but did he look that much like a girl?

He turned slightly and looked at the outline of rear end. He supposed he might have a nice ass for a girl. No, he dismissed the thought, it had to just be the leotard.

Walter stripped off the sweat soaked outfit and showered, washing his hair.

Standing in front of the sink in just the robe, he tried drying his hair the way Billie had shown him. Renie had given him his own hair dryer, complete with a defuser. He didn’t do badly and with the gel in his hair it looked almost as good as it had when he left the salon yesterday. He worked hard to get it right.

It wasn’t particularly comfortable standing there with those things on his chest, so before he sat down to do his makeup, he put on one of his bras. That helped. He also put on clean underwear because he didn’t like looking at the patch of brown hair in his crotch when he stood up. He refused to put on one of the T back pairs or the string bikinis. He found that the only ones left were silk and lace. It was better than nothing but when he put on the pink panties he found the feel of the material, like the nightie he had worn, felt nice against his smooth skin. He knew it was wrong to enjoy the feel of them but he couldn’t help it.

In his robe and underwear, he sat down to do his makeup. He was getting better at it and it only took him twenty minutes till he was satisfied with the way he looked. He knew he’d have to please the others so he did his best to look as natural as possible.

He walked over to the closet to try to decide which of the dresses he should wear. He didn’t want to try on any of them.

"What happened to him today?" Carol asked, after they closed Renie’s bedroom door behind them.

"What do you mean?" Renie asked grinning.

"Don’t play games. He’s wonderful. What did you do to him? He’s acting as if he was enjoying himself."

"We just had a little talk. He’s just trying real hard to be a good girl." Renie could hardly keep from laughing. "No, really. I just put the fear of God in him and he’s been good ever since."

"You threatened him with the stunner." Carol stated. "He’s that afraid of it?"

"He’s that afraid of it." Renie affirmed. "He was a little like an obedient robot for a while but I just had to tell him to behave like he was enjoying himself and that we were good friends and he’s been wonderful ever since."

"No problems?" Carol was amazed.

"Not a one." Renie said as she stepped into her shower.

Carol loved it. "He even looks better than he did yesterday."

"I know." Renie answered over the sound of running water. "I think he’s beginning to get the hang of it."

Carol wondered about him in his room, getting showered and ready for dinner. "Do you really think he’ll get dressed on his own? Without one of us in there?"

"He knows what to do. I want to see how he does. I think he’ll do alright." He had to be given a chance. Renie was pretty sure of herself.

"So what did the doctor say?" Carol wanted to hear everything.

Renie couldn’t wait to tell her. She stuck her head out from behind the shower curtain. "That was weird. His estrogen level was fine."

"We knew it would be with the pills you gave him." Carol expected that.

"Yea, but what was strange was that his male hormone levels were low, very low." Renie still hadn’t figured that out.

That was a surprise to Carol. "They were low? Why?"

"Well, I couldn’t very well ask him that, could I?" It was a dumb thing to say.

"No, I suppose not." She should have thought. "So he’s going to do it tomorrow?" Carol couldn’t wait to see him with his own real breasts.

"One o’clock." Renie climbed from the shower and dried off.

Carol wished she could be there to see him when he came out of the doctor’s office. She’d have to wait till she got home from work.

He had tried on two and they were no good. He didn’t understand why they would buy him such low cut dresses. His falsies showed and looked terrible. Then he realized that they had planned on him having those implants and he would have been able to wear them. He was so relieved that wasn’t going to happen.

He took down the only one left that wasn’t too upsetting to try on. It was a peach colored, light cotton dress. It fit him loosely and he preferred that. The short sleeves came down to his elbows, that was ok. The collar was high but still showed a little of his chest, not like the other two. The shoulder pads looked a little strange. He was relieved that it wasn’t too short. It came to his knees.

It was then that he realized he had forgotten pantyhose. He went in the dresser and took out a package. There were a few different colors of them, a few different pairs of black, a pair of white ones and even a pair of blue ones. Walter took one of the natural colored ones. The package said they were ‘Taupe’.

He had to be careful putting them on. He was getting used to his long nails but he felt like they would tear at the slightest touch, they were so fine. To his relief, he managed to get them on in one piece.

He looked at the shoes that stood on the floor of the closet. He turned his back on them, The heels were all so high, almost twice as tall as the shoes Linda had bought him.

He wondered for a second how they would go with the dress he had on. They were peach too. There was no point worrying about it, they were back at Linda’s house.

Linda! He wondered what she was doing right now? Did she think about him? She had been so worried about him when she dropped him off. If only he could call her. If only she could get him out of this place. If only....

He put the hoop earrings back into the holes in his ears. He only had a little trouble getting them in.

The mirrors were his nemesis. Each time he looked in them he was reminded how much he looked like a girl now.

He had mussed his hair, pulling the dress on over his head. He took his brush and fixed it. What was left to do? Shoes, of course. Perfume! He should put on some of the new perfume Renie bought him.

The scent haunted him, the way it reminded him of Cindy, pretty, sweet Cindy. What would she think if she saw him. He drove her from his mind. He tried to, at least.

He opened the jewelry box on the dresser. Renie had added it to his things today. He looked through and took out a gold bracelet. The plain gold hoop fit snugly over his hand.

A necklace? There were several. He picked the delicate gold serpentine. The clasp was a problem and it took him a few frustrating minutes before he finally got it.

He was back to the only thing left, shoes. He figured he had only two options, the taupe or the white. Both had the same high heels. He tried the white first. They were a little tight in the toe and he didn’t like the strap across the back. The taupe pumps were also tight in the toe but they didn’t have a strap across the heel.

He realized all girl’s shoes had narrow toes, even the white flats he had worn had pinched his toes a little but he got used to them. He supposed it was just something they got used to. He never would and he didn’t plan on trying. He decided on the taupe pumps.

Walking in heels wasn’t so bad after wearing them all day on Sunday. These were much higher and they were definitely harder to walk in.

He was ready. he sat down on the edge of the bed to wait. He crossed his legs and pulled down the dress as far as it would go. He sat where he couldn’t see himself in any of the mirrors in the room.

Getting her long hair dry was why it always took Renie so long to get ready. She didn’t normally wear a dress at home but tonight was special.

Carol was anxious to see him. To see how well he did on his own, getting dressed. "Will you hurry up." She told Renie.

"Relax, he’s not going anywhere." Renie was just about ready. she was dressed and her hair was done. She just had to finish her makeup.

Carol was glad she had worn a dress to work today. She would have felt funny it they were both in dresses and she had worn slacks.

Renie was anxious to see him too. She hurried.

Carol paced the floor. "How do you think he’ll look?"

"I don’t know, we’ll see in a minute." Renie told her impatiently.

"No! I mean tomorrow, when the doctor’s done with him." Carol tried to picture him with his own breasts. It was difficult.

Renie was sorry she had snapped at Carol. "He said he was an excellent candidate for implants. He assured me that Heather would look completely natural when he was finished." Renie had been wondering the same thing.

She was finally ready. "Ok, let’s go see how he did."

Walter heard them in the hallway. He heard the lock click and stood up. He had been practicing sitting different ways, trying to look natural. He didn’t want them to see him doing that. They might think he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t till the door opened that he realized that he wanted them to think he was happy and trying hard to be what they wanted him to be. It was too late.

Renie was delighted with the way he look, standing there. "Heather, you look lovely." She told him happily.

Carol couldn’t believe he had done so well on his own. "You look delightful."

Renie didn’t care for those shoes with that dress. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings but they weren’t right. "Heather, I think your white shoes would look much nicer with that dress."

He knew they would but he didn’t like the straps. He didn’t disagree. "Oh, I thought these would be alright. I’ll change." He told her agreeingly. It was getting a little easier to act the part, as much as it nauseated him.

It only took him a minute to swap shoes.

Carol whispered to Renie, behind his back. "A slip."

Renie looked and saw he wasn’t wearing one. Well, she shouldn’t expect him to learn everything in one day. "Heather, your dress is a very light material. You really should put on a slip.

Oh God! He hadn’t even thought of that. "I’m sorry." He finished stepping into the white heels and went and opened the drawer that held his slips, all neatly folded. He had seen long white and black slips. He also had several half slips in different lengths. He figure he should wear white since his only other choice was black. What he wasn’t sure of was whether she wanted him to wear a long or short one. "Would my short white one be alright with this dress?" He had to ask.

"Definitely your white half slip Heather." Renie told him, loving the way he asked. He referred to everything as ‘his’. It was wonderful.

He took it out of the drawer and it unfolded in his hand. He looked down at the delicate lace trim on the hem and slit. What could be more feminine, he asked himself, feeling so strange?

He started to take off one of his shoes.

"Just step into it Heather. You don’t have to take your shoes off." Carol told him.

He felt a little shaky in the heels but managed, without losing his balance. He had to pull the dress up to bring the slip up to his waist. He would have preferred not to, in front of Renie and Carol, but they didn’t give him much choice.

Renie was very pleased with his progress. He looked adorable as he struggled to get his slip up. She could see which panties he had picked to wear, through his pantyhose, and she wasn’t surprised. He looked so sweet.

Carol was equally thrilled with him but still surprised at how cooperative he’d become.

He was ready. As ready as he’d ever be.

"It’s getting late girls. Let’s go make dinner." Renie had filled Carol in about how he was expected to prepare her meals but they decided it would be more fun to all do it together tonight.

He was going to be allowed to eat something tonight. One meal a day was going to be it though. So far, Renie calculated, he had had only four hundred calories today. She was going to let him have a salad and yogurt for dinner. That would only bring him to seven hundred for the day. That was plenty. They were going to eat light tonight too, just to make it easier on him.

Walter was surprised that they helped him. He wondered if Renie was too ashamed to let Carol know how she really treated him.

Dinner was wonderful. He was so glad to finally have something in his stomach. Strangely, he felt full after eating so light a meal.

"Heather will clean up while we go in the living room." Renie told Carol. "You don’t mind, do you Heather?"

"No, not at all. I want to help." He didn’t want to do any such thing.

Carol thought it was amazing. "Thank you Heather." She said as she got up from the table.

"It’s my pleasure." He told her as he began to clear the table.

Renie could see him from the couch as he cleaned up the kitchen.

"He’s terrific." Carol liked not having to clean up after herself. "I think he should come live with me." She could teach him how to cook for her. She’d be in heaven.

"He’s still got a long way to go." Renie had no intention of letting him leave her.

It only took him a few minutes to clean up. "Heather, come on in the living room and join us." Renie called to him. They had put the TV on and Carol had found a movie in the TV Guide for them to watch.

He didn’t mind the chance to just sit and relax. It had been an exhausting day and he was tired.

Getting off his feet would be a pleasure too. The shoes were getting to him.

Their choice in movies was ironic. He recognized the movie instantly, ‘Some Like It Hot’. It was that old movie where Tony Curtis and Jack Lemon had to pretend to be two girls in a band to get away from some gangsters who were chasing them. He used to get a kick out of watching it. Now, it hit a little too close to home.

They both kept an eye on him. It had been pure luck that this particular night they were showing this movie. They made jokes about how funny looking the two were as girls. They pointed out the obvious ways that Heather was so much better looking than they were.

He didn’t need them to tell him. He could see the mistakes they made and how they didn’t really look like young women. He looked much more natural than they ever could. He knew that and deep down inside, he felt a kind of satisfaction.

Renie and Carol could see that he didn’t enjoy their comments and stopped teasing him. They just sat and enjoyed the movie.

By the time it was over it was ten o’clock and the boy’s head was nodding. "Heather, why don’t you go get ready for bed. You look so tired."

He had been nodding off and he didn’t mind being sent to bed. "I am sort of tired." He admitted.

Renie had worked him hard, she wasn’t surprised. "You know what to do. Don’t forget to take out your earrings and put in the studs."

He knew what she expected him to do. "I won’t." He told her, faking a smile. "Goodnight."

Carol followed him to his room. She locked the door behind him.

He undressed, leaving on only the panties. He pulled out the chemise he had worn last night. It felt as nice against his skin, as it had then. He didn’t mind wearing it nearly as much as he had. Who’d know, he asked himself?

Walter took off his makeup and moisturized. He replaced the earrings then brushed his hair. Without Renie there to watch him, he only brushed it about fifty times. It was just his small way of rebelling.

He had only just finished when Renie came in with a pill. He recognized it as a sleeping pill. Was she going to make him take them every night, he wondered?

She waited while he got into bed. "You did very well today Heather. Just continue to be a good girl and we’ll get along beautifully." Seeing him in the nightie stirred her. It was too bad Carol was still there. She would have liked to take him to her bedroom again. She wanted him to satisfy her. Well, not tonight.

"I will, I promise." He didn’t see the stunner on her but he was sure she had it.

"Good night Heather." Renie bent over and kissed him on the forehead. She turned her cheek to his lips.

What she wanted was obvious. He pecked her cheek. "Good night."

So sweet, she thought. "Sleep tight." She told him as she flipped the light switch. Smiling, she closed and locked his door.

He lay there in the dark. He wondered how long this was going to go on. She couldn’t hope to keep him here indefinitely. Where did his uncle think he was? Did he know what she was doing to him? He wasn’t able to tell by the short conversation at his house on Monday morning.

Linda! Patty! Where are you!?

Linda had a terrible day. She could hardly concentrate on her work. She made a half a dozen ledger entry mistakes. Fortunately, her friend Donna caught them and not her boss. She called her machine at home during lunch, hoping to find he had called and left a message. There was only the one message, the one from her mother.

She and Patty talked on the phone around three. They tried to console each other but the platitudes didn’t help. By the time she got home she was exhausted. Having hardly slept a wink last night she had a light dinner and got ready for bed by eight thirty.

She tried to read. She called her mother. "No, not a word."

"I just don’t understand." Connie told Linda, frustrated.

"I don’t know Mom. I know she’d call if she could."

"I’m sure she would Sweetheart. Maybe tomorrow."

"I hope so." Linda told her.

"Me too. Good night Honey."

"Good night Mom. Give Dad a kiss for me." Linda turned off the light when she hung up. Sleep would help her forget, for a while.

 

Renie didn’t let him sleep late. It was only seven thirty when she woke him. "Come on sleepy head."

He felt groggy until he washed his face.

Like yesterday, Renie had him put on his robe and just brush his hair. She put it in a little pony tail for him, just like she had done to her own hair. She thought it was sweet that the looked alike in their nighties and robes with their hair the same.

"Get up on the scale please Heather." She asked him nicely.

He did and saw that he had lost some weight. It wasn’t surprising, considering he hadn’t eaten a real meal in days. Breakfast at Linda’s on Monday had been his last and it was Wednesday.

Renie was satisfied with his weight. He had lost almost four pounds. He weighed about one twenty two. She would check him every morning from now on. It shouldn’t take him long to get down to about one fifteen, one twelve. She figured that would be a good weight for him, for his size and build.

She complemented him, "You’re losing nicely Heather. Soon, you’ll have a nice figure."

He didn’t want a ‘nice figure’, he wanted food. What he got was another big diet drink. She had him make vanilla this time.

"You need a little variety." She told him.

He had to sit there and watch her eat her breakfast and it killed him. He didn’t say anything to her, of course. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

He didn’t have to be told to clean up. Renie was happy when he did it without her asking. It was much nicer this way. She folded her paper when he was done and put it on the pile of trash to go out.

Renie had been thinking about this moment since she woke up. "Come on Heather." She took his hand in hers and led him down the hall to her room.

He was afraid he knew what she wanted. When she took him in her bedroom he had no doubt of what was to come.

Renie had the stunner in her hand when she took off her robe when she sat on the end of the bed. "You want to make me happy, don’t you Heather?"

He wanted to run. Walter had only dreamed of having sex with a girl. This sort of thing wasn’t part of his dream. "Yes."

"You know what I like?"

"Yes." He did.

"Good girl." Renie laid all the way back on the bed and spread her legs for him.

Walter started where he had yesterday. He got down on his knees and kissed her knees. He moved slowly higher, kissing her gently as he went.

"Slowly, don’t rush." She told him as she grew more and more excited.

He went slowly up the inside of her thigh with his lips.

"Put your hands on my hips Heather." Renie said gasping. She twitched with pleasure when he did. She raised her knees and put her feet flat on the bed.

It was so weird to do this but there was something exciting about it too.

"Bring your hands up my sides slowly, to my breasts." Renie’s excitement was building. This was much better than yesterday.

He did as she told him. He moved his hands slowly across her smooth skin, under the nightie, until he felt the soft, pliable form of her breasts.

"Lightly, rub my nipples."

He touched them lightly and felt her tense. Was this how all women reacted to the touch, he wondered. He forgot about kissing her thighs for a second, then started again.

The sweet smell of her was strong and he was only inches from her now.

He was learning how to touch her, to excite her, by her reactions. He learned what to do with his fingers to excite her. He was a little worried about poking her with his nails but he hadn’t yet.

"Kiss my clitoris." Renie told him.

He didn’t know what her clitoris was. He moved closer and kissed her moist pink skin.

"No Heather, here." Renie showed him with her finger.

He kissed her there and felt her squirm with pleasure. He continued to caress her nipples as he kissed her.

"Suck on it." Renie told him in a whisper. She was going insane with pleasure. He could have done almost anything to her now and she would be powerless to stop him. Her hand still rested on the stunner but her thoughts were elsewhere.

That idea didn’t excite him but she was in control. He took the soft wet skin between his lips and sucked. It pulled into his mouth and it felt strange. He could feel her excitement.

It was wonderful. "More! Lick me and suck."

He couldn’t do both at once. He licked her like she had made him do yesterday, moving his tongue up and down over her wet, warm skin.

"Oh God, Heather." Renie moaned. It was so much better.

He learned quickly. He knew now what excited her and her trembling was doing something to him. Strange that he didn’t feel an erection?

Walter would do what ever she wanted now. She wouldn’t have to threaten him.

Renie finally came to orgasm and spasms of pleasure went all through her. She didn’t stop him from sucking on her. She clamped her legs tight around his head, holding him there. His hands continued to caress her breasts. It was wonderful.

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move his head. He just kept sucking on her. It was getting a little hard to breath with his face pressed against her.

Renie finally had enough and let him go. He had been so good.

He was glad she let go finally. He sat back and took a deep breath.

"Heather," She stroked his head. "that was wonderful." She just wanted to lie there for a few minutes. She pressed his head down on her stomach and just stroked him. She wanted the moment to linger.

Renie thought about what she might do for him but decided it was too soon. After the surgery. She’d wait until he had a little more time to adjust. She would wait..

He hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to be forced to satisfy the man. How the guy held his head and he had to slide his mouth up and down on his big dick. How it gagged him, almost choking him. Then at the end when he felt it throb and shoot his cum, his juices, into his throat. He had to swallow or choke. This wasn’t much different, in both cases he was physically forced to perform the act. He had no more choice now than he did then.

"Heather, you should probably go wash up." Renie was ready to get on with their day.

Neither of them had said anything for a few minutes. Hearing her voice, he was suddenly very ashamed of himself. He looked up at her, she was propped up on her elbows, smiling at him. What had he done!? It wasn’t like the rape at the hands of his uncle’s friends. Or was it. Had Renie just raped him. No, in a strange way, he had enjoyed it. That wasn’t rape, he told himself

He felt dirty. He wanted to wash. "Yes, I think I should." He didn’t rush out of the room. She watched him with that strange look, the look that bothered him so much.

He glanced at the clock on the night stand and couldn’t believe the time. They had come into Renie’s bedroom at eight thirty. It was almost nine thirty now. Had he been so engrossed in the act that an hour had passed? Walter picked up his robe and left.

His mouth didn’t feel clean enough until he used the mouth wash.

When Renie appeared in his bathroom door, she still had that contented look on her face.

She stood there looking at him. He was so docile, so obedient. Her fantasy was becoming a reality. "Ok Heather, get changed into your tights and leotard. You need to do your stretching exercises again. We’re going to go right into aerobics this morning when you’re limbered up so let’s get ready." Renie left him to get into his outfit, while she got herself ready.

This was the last time for a few days that he could exercise and she didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

It would take his mind off how he felt right now. The aerobics that he had dreaded yesterday had turned out to be fun. He never learned to dance and always felt he had two left feet. Yesterday, he learned he didn’t, and he enjoyed himself.

He knew it would only take him a minute to get into the tights and leotard. He went back into the bedroom. He pulled his nightie off and sat on the end of the bed and put on his bra.

His tights lay on his bed. Renie must have brought them from the laundry room. At least she didn’t bring him the leotard with the T back. He pulled on the tights and stepped into his leotard. He was sitting on the side of the bed, tying his sneakers, when the mirror caught his eye. He finished and went over an looked at himself again.

He did have a nice figure. He also had pretty hair. Something he had never tried, in all the times he looked at himself in the mirror, occurred to him, he smiled. Not a grin, not a half smile but a full fledged, warm your heart smile. He did have a nice smile he decided.

It wasn’t any easier than it had been yesterday and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any more limber.

"Be a little patient with yourself Heather." She could see that he was trying harder today. She didn’t quite know why, but she was pleased. "It’s going to take a little time."

He was frustrated that she could flex so easily but he couldn’t stretch as far as she could. "I wish I could bend like you." He told her. It was partly the act. It was partly jealousy. He should be able to do anything she could.

"In time Heather, in time." She told him smiling. She had made up her mind that morning, in the bedroom. He would have lots of time.

They took breaks when Renie saw he was getting tired. She knew the glasses of water she gave him would help cleanse is system and speed up his weight loss. He’d also sweat it out. They did the entire workout but it took almost two hours.

He felt good about how well he did. He wasn’t as graceful as Renie but he wasn’t bad.

"You probably don’t dance, do you Heather." Renie asked as the two sat of the floor resting for a minute, getting their breath.

"No, I could never learn." He knew he missed out on a lot because of it.

Renie smiled. "Well, you’re going to learn. I’ll teach you."

That would be fun. Renie loved to dance.

He liked the idea but having this woman teach him was not so appealing. After doing the aerobics he no longer felt that he had only two left feet. He could learn.

Renie looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven and he should start getting ready.

"Heather, why don’t we get showered. You don’t need to wash your hair just now though." They didn’t have that much time.

"Alright." They got up from the floor and went to his bedroom.

"Go ahead and jump in and I’ll lay out some clothes for you to wear. Just rinse out your things in the sink and hang them over the shower rod when you’re done."

"I will." He smiled when he said it. It was his first attempt to really appear happy and it seemed to work because she smiled back.

It was unexpected and she wasn’t so sure she liked it. Renie had seen him smile a few times but never at her. Did he feel closer because of their intimacy? Whatever the reason, it bothered her. Her fantasy was to manipulate and control the boy, to feminize him and make him satisfy her, against his will. She wanted him docile and agreeable, but not happy.

The shower felt good and he lingered a little while as the water beat on him. He washed around the breast forms, wishing he could take them off but he knew better than to try.

He was getting used to the scented soap he used. Was his skin getting smoother, he wondered, as he ran his hands over his waist and hips?

When he was dried off he looked to make sure Renie was gone. The bedroom door was closed, there were clothes laid out on his bed. He was curious what she had put out for him to wear but he wanted to do something before he went to look.

Walter got back up on the scale and was surprised to see that he was a pound lighter then he had been this morning. At this rate he would be down to the weight she wanted him to be quickly. He was starting to have mixed feelings about that.

He wanted to hang onto his manhood but at the same time he wanted to look convincing in the clothes they had bought him. He told himself that it was only to please them, to get them to relax their vigilance, but was that the only reason? Of course it was, he told himself.

Renie had laid out a skirt and blouse along with his underwear. He was pleased to find that she had given him a pair of normal panties to wear and not the T backs. With only the panties and bra on, he sat down to do his makeup and fix his hair.

He was getting better with the makeup and it only took him fifteen minutes before he was pleased with the way he looked. He fussed over his hair longer than that. He experimented with one of the banana clips. It was a little difficult to do himself because he couldn’t get all his hair into it easily himself. He tried one of the bows. They were all different and he finally managed to get the black one on in a way that he had seen girls wear them, high on the back of their heads, and it looked nice.

He wondered what Renie would think of his efforts and decided to leave it that way. He let his bangs fall across his forehead. They felt funny but he decided he could get used to them.

Now he was ready to get dressed. The black skirt was a little short and it had a slit in the back. He wasn’t sure how it looked with the black stockings. The slip she gave him to wear had more lace trim than the white one he wore last night. He was careful to line up the slit with the one in the back of his skirt.

Was it silk, he wondered, as he pulled on the short sleeved gold blouse. He liked the way it felt against his skin. It was so light and delicate. He buttoned it up and tucked it into his skirt. He was careful to be sure it didn’t bunch up. The campshirt bloused out nicely over the waistband of the skirt.

He stepped into the black pumps. The weren’t too uncomfortable. He walked over to the mirror to look and realized he had forgotten to put on any jewelry.

He wanted to try something different than the hoops. He took out the studs and tried several different pairs. He wasn’t comfortable with any of them but the gold balls looked the nicest with his outfit. They seemed a little heavy, pulling down his earlobes slightly, but they were pretty.

There was a tennis bracelet that was set with what looked like diamonds. It looked nice on his wrists. The necklace, with the diamond like setting, looked appropriate around his neck, hanging outside the collar of his blouse.

He hadn’t noticed the rings before. He took out the plain gold one. The other two had stones set in them and he felt funny about even trying them on. The gold one wasn’t very flashy, it had a delicate pattern. He tried it on several of his fingers to see how it would look but it fit his index finger best and he left it there.

The only makeup he had left to put on was his lipstick. It had been Linda’s advice to put it on only after getting dressed and he remembered. Again, he sat down at the vanity. He hadn’t tried it since she showed him how to outline his lower lip to make it look fuller but he tried it now. When he put on the lipstick they did look fuller. He was happy with the result of his efforts.

Walter returned to the mirror on the wall. Now he was fully dressed and he looked nice. It didn’t feel right to tell himself he looked pretty, but he did. His smile still disappointed him. He didn’t have a girl’s smile. He brushed it off.

He remembered how silly the two guys in the movie had looked when they dressed up. They didn’t look like women at all. They didn’t look any where near as convincing as he did. Standing there with his hands on his hips, he agreed that he needed to loose a little more weight.

Renie waited as long as she could. She wanted to give him time to get ready. It was almost noon and they’d have to leave soon, to get to the doctor’s on time. She was so excited. She couldn’t wait to see him with real breasts of his own. He was going to be so pretty. Just the thought of him with breasts turned her on.

"Well, don’t you look pretty." Renie was delighted when she saw him.

"Thanks." He appreciated the complement and smiled shyly.

He had done beautifully. Renie wouldn’t ask him to change a thing. "I really like those earrings with that blouse."

He looked in the mirror again. The earrings swung as he turned his head. "I thought they looked nice."

She didn’t miss the bracelet on his wrist or the necklace. Then she noticed the ring. She liked the black bow in his hair, especially with his black skirt. The black stockings made his legs look so slender.

"You did beautifully Heather and you did it all by yourself. I’m very proud of you."

So was he. "I tried. I’m glad you’re pleased."

She was more than pleased. He wanted her approval and she loved it.

She glanced at the clock. "Ready for lunch?"

Lunch? Another glass of diet drink? It was better than nothing and he was feeling a little weak. "Definitely."

Renie ate the tuna salad he made her. When he sat down to have his drink she asked him to get her another napkin. While his back was turned she dropped the pills she had crushed while he was busy in the kitchen, into his drink. She gave him one and a half of the sedatives the doctor had prescribed. She wasn’t going to take any chances. The other pill was his hormones. In her excitement this morning, she had forgotten. All she had on her mind was to get him into her bedroom. What a delightful way to begin the day. Maybe they could start every day that way. She would certainly go to work with a smile on her face.

There was no point in dwelling on that now. She wasn’t going to work for another week and a half. There was lots of time to make plans.

He had never even picked up a woman’s magazine and he found himself so engrossed in the one she gave him to look at that he didn’t even notice she was finished with her lunch.

He had started by just flipping the pages but different articles caught his interest. He read a whole page about hair care and styling when he saw the picture of the girl and she had the same wavy hair that he had. He stopped to read another article about a makeover the magazine did on a girl that was very plain looking. The before and after photos amazed him.

Renie was thrilled by his interest but they had to go. It was after twelve. "You can bring that with you if you want Heather."

He looked up at her, worried. They were going out!? "Where are we going?" He asked, without thinking.

"We’re just going to get you a couple of things." She knew she couldn’t tell him. He’d know soon enough.

Walter wasn’t comfortable with the thought of going out in public. Here, in the safety of the apartment he could pretend, but out there...? He wasn’t so sure.

Of course he was scared. Renie expected that but looking the way he did, he really had nothing to worry about. "You shouldn’t be scared Heather. You look just fine."

He wasn’t convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Don’t be silly. Now go and get your purse and we’ll get going."

It was on his dresser. It still held all the makeup he needed and his brush. He slung the strap onto his shoulder and met Renie in the living room. He was so nervous.

Renie unlocked the door and ushered him out into the warm afternoon sun. Getting down into the bucket seats of her Camaro was harder than getting into Carol’s Bronco or Linda’s Grand Am, especially in his heals. He remembered what Linda told him about sitting first them swinging his legs in.

Renie watched him with delight. "Where did you learn to do that?" She asked him.

"Linda showed me."

"On Saturday?" She didn’t remember her doing that.

He realized he goofed. He didn’t want her to know about what he and Linda did on Sunday. "Yes." He lied.

She still didn’t remember. Well, it wasn’t important. It was nice that he knew and that was enough.

The medication began to take effect. Walter was feeling light headed. "I feel funny." He told Renie as she steered the car through traffic. His vision was blurry.

"It’s probably just the fresh air." She hoped he didn’t pass out. Maybe she should have only given him the one pill. "Just put your head back." She suggested.

He did and closed his eyes.

Renie wasted no time now. She just hoped no cop caught her speeding.

He had been still feeling the effect of being stunned when they left the doctor’s on Monday. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t realize where she was taking him but just in case, she parked around the corner from the office.

"Come on Heather. You’ll feel better when you get out and walk." She hoped she wouldn’t have a problem getting him into the office.

He was in a haze. He managed to open the car door but when he went to get out he was too weak to stand.

Damn! What was she going to do now? She couldn’t very well carry him in. She stood there, next to the car, trying to think. Then it dawned on her. "Heather, you just relax there. I’ll be right back."

Renie returned a few minutes later with the wheel chair. The receptionist was aware, from Heather’s chart, that she had a disorder and gave Renie the chair to bring her sister in.

He was almost passed out and getting him into the chair wasn’t easy. At least he didn’t fight her and he had no idea where he was.

Renie thanked to woman when she wheeled her ‘sister’ into the waiting room. "I’m afraid the sedative, along with her nerves, have left my sister a little too weak. I really appreciate you loaning me the chair."

This was a first for Marsha but she was understanding. "It’s alright." She thought it might not look too good for business to have their other patients see the girl like this. The prep room was ready for her. "Why don’t you follow me and we’ll take her in back."

Walter didn’t understand why he had to get into the wheel chair. Why couldn’t she just take him home? He heard they two women talking by he didn’t understand what they said. His vision was clouded as he struggled to make sense of what was taking place. He didn’t know where he was.

That was fine with Renie. She didn’t like to see him sitting out here in the wheel chair waiting.

"Would you like to help her undress?" Normally the patients would come back alone but under the circumstance... She handed the sister a gown. "Help her put this on."

Renie, a little concerned, asked, "Does she need to take everything off?"

"She can keep her panties on." Marsha told her.

That was a relief. "I’d like to wait with her until the doctor’s ready for her."

"I’m afraid that after she’s sedated you’ll have to wait in the waiting room. You’re welcome to stay with your sister till then. It’s just office policy." Marsha said smiling. "I’ll be back in a few minutes to prep her. She’ll be resting comfortably a few minutes after I give her the sedative. We’ll take good care of her." Marsha assured her sister. They didn’t like people just wandering around.

Since Doctor Owens was doing this young woman as a fill in, he had told Marsha to have her prepped and ready at a moment’s notice. It wasn’t the first time he worked a patient in this way.

He still didn’t recognize his surroundings, didn’t know what was going on. The medication left him too doped up to even form the question he thought he wanted to ask Renie.

When she started undressing him he didn’t fight her. He wasn’t able to help her much either.

Renie was glad he was so docile. She had anticipated that she’d need to stun him but he was so out of it that it wasn’t going to be necessary. She took off his blouse and bra. She peeled off his breast forms. She was thrilled with the fact that he’d never need them again. She couldn’t wait to see how his new chest would look like. She had never seen how a woman looked with implants. Pictures in magazines, of course, but not live, up close.

She had to help him up on the gurney and was able to unzip and drop his skirt and slip before she got him to lie down. The black pantyhose were a problem and she tore them getting them off him.

The gown was a little difficult to get on him but she managed by having him roll over from side to side.

There was only one last thing she had to do and she used paper towels and the nail polish remover that she brought in her purse to clean away the residue from the tape that had been on his chest. He was ready.

He lay there, half in and half out of consciousness. He didn’t know what was going on. Renie had undressed him, but why? Where was he? He didn’t know this place.

Renie pulled a chair up next to the gurney and sat down. She took off his bracelet and necklace. She quietly stroked his head. She didn’t know if he could understand her. His eyes were so glazed over. "Can you hear me Heather?"

He could understand her. He nodded.

She didn’t like the fact that he was able to respond. The medication must have been wearing off. What if he started asking questions of the nurses? They mustn’t discover that he could talk. That would ruin everything. What should she tell him? "Don’t try to talk Heather. Just lie still. You fainted and I brought you here to lie down." Would he believe that?

Turning his head, he looked around the sterile looking room. He looked back to Renie with a question in his eyes.

This wasn’t good, Renie decided. He did seem to have a degree of comprehension. "Heather, you just lay still, I’ll be back in a minute." Renie opened the door, looking for the nurse, Marsha. She wasn’t in sight. She found her at the front desk. "Excuse me."

Marsha looked up. "Yes?"

"Heather, my sister, is getting very nervous."

Marsha had special instructions from the doctor. "I’ll be there with a sedative in a minute." She told the woman.

It wasn’t unusual for a patient to be nervous but the doctor had told her to sedate this one if she became too worked up. There was a note on her chart about a nervous disorder or something. Marsha went to get the sedative ready.

He turned his head to look when she came in. He was becoming more alert by the minute. He could ruin everything.

His voice was so weak as he managed to only whisper. "Why am I here?" He was able to think more clearly now. He knew he was in some kind of doctor’s office. He could tell that much. Why had they undressed him? Everything was so confused. If he had the strength he would have gotten off the gurney, dressed and gotten out of there.

"Just relax Heather. There’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to be fine." Where was that nurse? She was going to have to stun him in a minute if she didn’t hurry. She picked up her purse and took out the stunner. She was only a foot away from him when the nurse came in. She hid it behind her.

Walter saw the stunner and froze.

Marsha had the syringe ready. She swabbed the girl’s arm. "Just lie still dear. This will help you to relax."

He looked from Renie to the nurse and saw the syringe. He was about to object when, looking past the nurse, he saw Renie bring out the stunner and with a threatening look, put a finger over her lips, Telling him to be silent.

Marsha didn’t waste any time. She seemed to be terrified of the needle. The quicker she gave her the injection the better. She slid the needle into her arm.

He wanted to tell her to stop. He wanted to tell her ‘Don’t’. He saw Renie step closer to him, still threatening with the stunner. It was too late, he felt the needle go into his arm and jumped.

Marsha pushed the fluid into her arm. She would be out in a few seconds.

He felt completely helpless. His eyes clouded as they filled with tears. He faded off onto unconsciousness.

Renie breathed a sigh of relief as he succumbed to the medication. "She just can’t handle being near doctors or nurses." Renie explained. "She just panics."

Marsha felt sorry for her. "She’ll be alright now. That will keep her out for a few hours. The Doctor will take good care of her." Marsha attached a monitor so she would constantly be checked from the station down the hall. It would tell them if she started to regain consciousness. Marsha would return and give her another shot if necessary. She was sure it wouldn’t be. The doctor would be finished with Mrs Estepafan in about forty five minutes and this girl was next.

"She wants the implants so much. She worked so hard in therapy just to get up the courage to come to Doctor Owens." Renie laid it on.

"She’ll be just fine. The Doctor is an excellent surgeon." Marsha had been with him for years. Now the woman needed to leave. "You’ll need to wait in the waiting room now Miss Hastings."

She was nervous about leaving him alone. She trusted that the medication would do what the nurse said but she didn’t feel comfortable about it.

She asked at the Doctor’s front desk and found out where the nearest branch of her bank was. Renie made a quick trip out to get the Doctor’s cashier’s check.

She took a seat by the magazine rack and tried to get comfortable. She remembered his interest in the magazine earlier. She thought he might enjoy have some to read when they got home. He was going to spend the next couple of days in bed, immobile. The sooner he recovered the sooner she could resume his normal schedule. This was going to be the only part of his transformation that she didn’t like. She was going to have to sit around and be his nurse maid.

The time dragged by. Two o’clock came and went. Two thirty. Renie had been watching the traffic through the hallway behind the reception desk. She was watching for the doctor. He certainly would be done soon. There was always the chance that he would discover the boy’s secret at the last minute and it would all come to an end. Her fantasy would be over. She couldn’t bear the thought of that happening. He was doing so well.

It was a quarter of four when she finally caught a glimpse of the doctor. Renie jumped up and asked the girl behind the desk if she could speak to the doctor now.

The woman was a pest but Candice didn’t let her see she was annoyed. "I’ll see." She rang his office. He answered on the first ring. "Miss Hastings is concerned about her sister Doctor."

Renie wondered what the doctor was telling his receptionist?

"I’ll tell her. Oh, alright. Yes, I’ll tell Marsha."

What was that all about, had something gone wrong?

Maybe now the woman would relax. "The doctor says your sister’s fine. There’s nothing to be worried about."

Renie was relieved to hear that. It meant that he performed the surgery successfully but there was still plenty to worry about. She had to get to him before he regained consciousness. She had to be there to keep him quiet.

"May I see her now?"

"The Doctor says she’s still sedated. He just checked on her. If you want to see her I’ll have to get Marsha to take you back." This woman was such a pain in the ass. Couldn’t she wait a little while? Her sister would be out from under in just a short time.

"Please." Renie urged her to call the woman.

"Just a moment." There was no appeasing her. Candice called in back and found Marsha.

"May I look?" Renie asked. He was lying there on the gurney, in the gown. It was closed over his chest and she could see the two lovely mounds that pushed the material of the gown up.

"It’s best if you don’t. I put on the bra she wore and it should stay on for now." Marsha cautioned her. "The doctor checked her and she’s just fine."

But she wanted to see for herself. "I won’t take it off. I just want to peek." Renie pleaded.

"I don’t see any harm." Marsha understood she was excited for her sister but this girl was a little pushy. Her sister ought to have the pleasure of discovering her lovely new chest first.

Marsha had seen her when she came out of surgery and she looked very good. She would have some swelling for a while but she looked very natural. The only thing that caught Marsha’s eyes were her nipples. They looked so small for a girl her age.

Renie gently pulled back the gown. The mounds of skin that filled the cups of the bra they put on him looked wonderful. He was a little black and blue but they had warned her he would be. They were of equal size and perfectly placed. Renie couldn’t have been happier with the way they looked. She covered him back over.

"I want to be here when she wakes up. She’ll be less anxious if I am." Renie had to be there.

That wasn’t a problem. Quite frequently patients had family or friends there when they came out from under.

Renie sat waiting, impatiently. She watched for any sign.

Another day dragged by and Linda hadn’t heard anything. She was beginning to think he’d never call. She just didn’t understand. The calls from her mother were coming less frequently. She had to tell her to stop calling her at work. She wasn’t getting enough done as it was.

She talked to Patty that morning. She sounded as despondent as Linda was. They had talked last night on the phone. The tried to cheer each other up.

Patty was worried. She knew he was undergoing changes. It had been three days since he started the hormone therapy and he was surly experiencing some emotional trauma.

She had wanted to be there to help him adjust, to reassure him that he was alright and he shouldn’t worry. But he was gone. He was off somewhere on his own and probably very frightened about what was happening to him. She was responsible and she felt terrible about what she’d done. He was so sweet, he didn’t deserve to be alone through this.

Walter felt the dull pain, the discomfort in his chest before he was awake enough to open his eyes. "Uhhhhh."

Renie almost jumped out of the chair.

He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright light.

"Heather, how do you feel?" Renie asked. She stood over him and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

Renie came into focus. He tried to remember where he was. He was a little dopey, confused.

"You’re fine Heather." Renie looked up when Marsha came in to check him. She had seen that he was waking up on his readout. Renie acted quickly. "Can she have something to calm her."

"The doctor anticipated that she might need something. He prescribed this." She showed her the tiny syringe. "It will just mellow her out until you get her home and into bed." Marsha gave the girl the injection.

"He’ll be in to talk to you in a few minutes. You might want to help her get dressed. Just don’t raise her arms up over her chest. She might tear loose her stitches." She left the sister to dress her.

Renie had been afraid he’d speak. Now she didn’t have to worry. "Come on, I’ll help you sit up on the edge of the gurney Heather. We’ll get you dressed and we can go home."

Renie had a hard time getting the blouse on him. He was so limp and he didn’t cooperate at all. It was like dressing a drunk. Getting his skirt and slip on was even more of a chore. He was too weak to stand and she couldn’t get them on with him sitting down. His pantyhose were trash, Renie didn’t even bother with them. He’d have to walk out barefoot. He certainly couldn’t walk in his pumps.

"How are we doing?" Dr Owens asked when he walked in.

Renie was just finishing. "She looks marvelous."

He reminded her of the care that her sister must take to be sure that she doesn’t tear her stitches.

"I’ll be sure to tell her." Renie said smiling. "She’s really hard to handle this way. She’s being impossible." Renie said, laughing herself.

"The medication will wear off in an hour or so."

"Shouldn’t her arms be restrained or something? I read that they do that." Renie asked.

He went to one of the cabinets and took out a harness. "We’ll put this on her so she doesn’t do herself any damage." He put it around the girl’s waist and buckled it. He started to put her left wrist into the small restraint on her left side as he explained, "You might have her wear this when she sleeps tonight." He suggested. "It will keep her arms down while she’s asleep. She won’t need it when she’s awake."

Renie put his other wrist into the strap and buckled it. This was perfect, she thought to herself.

He unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse and reached in to check her new breasts one last time before she left. She was still fine. He was quite satisfied with his work.

"Just remember now, if Heather wants to be ready for her young man she’ll need complete bed rest for the next two days."

Renie played the story out. "We took care of everything we could yesterday. We both knew she’d be too tense to do anything this morning. I promised her I’d take care of anything that came up so she could rest up from the surgery."

Renie just wanted to be absolutely sure of one thing, "She will be alright to be herself on Saturday? No restrictions?"

"I wouldn’t recommend that she strenuous exercise but that’s about all. No, she’ll be fine." He assured her.

"She’s been on an aerobics kick." She had hoped he could get back to his exercises.

"Definitely not, not for a week." He told her.

"Just her lower body workout?" Renie hoped he could do that at least.

"That should be alright." He wasn’t concerned with that. "I’d like you to bring Heather back in next week for a checkup."

She wasn’t anxious to bring him back here. "Heather won’t be back from Mexico until next Saturday." Renie always thought Mexico was a romantic place for a honeymoon.

"Just have her come in on Monday or Tuesday. I’ll make it quick so she won’t get too upset." He promised.

"I’ll bring her in." Renie told him.

They could leave now but their was one last detail. "Have you given the receptionist your check?" He asked.

She had completely forgotten and picked up her purse from the chair. It was right on top. "I forgot." She said, handing it to him.

He glanced at the figure and it was what they agreed on. He folded the check and slipped it into his lab coat pocket. "I’ll have the nurse bring you a wheelchair to take Heather out in."

It was over and she got away with it. Renie could hardly believe it.

She wasted no time in getting him home and into his bed. Getting him into the car was easy, compared with getting him into the house and undressed. The restraint only came off long enough to get him into the cotton nightie. She put him into one of hers because his were all too difficult to get him into without raising his arms over his head.

Thank God he was still to giddy to know what had happened to him when she brought him home. She didn’t think it would have been a good idea to use the stunner on him if he became difficult.

Sleep was the best thing for him and she made him take a sleeping pill. It was the best thing for Renie too. She was exhausted. The strain of the ordeal took its toll on her too. She wanted some peace and quiet.

It didn’t matter to her that he would have no dinner. So he lost a little more weight.

Carol arrived just as she finished getting him settled. She was anxious to see him. "How did he do?"

"There was a minute or two there where I was a little worried." She told Carol all about their afternoon, over a glass of wine.

Before they popped the cork, Carol had a look at him. It was difficult to see much, with him wearing the bra and in the cotton nightgown. "How do they look?" She asked Renie, whispering over him while he slept peacefully.

"He looks wonderful." She told her friend with delight. "He’s a little bruised and swollen though, so it’s sort of hard to tell."

"So he’s got to stay in bed like that, with the restraint on?"

Carol asked as they sat down with their wine in the living room.

"The doctor said the restraint wasn’t necessary when he was awake but I think I’ll keep it on him until Saturday. When he finds out what we did to him, he’ll probably get upset and I don’t want him doing anything to ruin what the doctor did."

"You could just stun him." Carol suggested.

Renie didn’t want to do that. "The shock makes his muscles tense and that might cause him to tear the stitches."

"So you’re going to keep him in the restraints and in bed." That made sense.

"Yes, and I think I’ll have him sleep most of the time too. That way he’ll heal faster." She’d let him up to go to the bathroom, of course, but that was about it. "I can give him sponge baths." She thought that might be fun.

"You’re going to have a pretty dull couple of days." Carol commented.

"I know." It also meant he couldn’t perform for her for a couple of days.

He woke up slowly. The dull pain in his chest was the first thing he noticed as he overcame the fuzziness of his drugged sleep.

It wasn’t until he tried to feel his chest that he realized he couldn’t move his arms. Panic brought him fully awake. He craned his neck to see if his worst fears had come true. The thin covers over him couldn’t hide the small mounds that pushed up the blanket.

"Oh God! Noooo!" He whimpered.

Renie woke up to the noise over the intercom. He was awake, she realized. She threw on her robe to go to him.

He tugged against the straps that held his wrists. He had to see if they were real and the pain in his chest got worse. He relaxed and it subsided.

He didn’t remember very much of what had taken place after they went out that afternoon. He had only vague memories after he got so disoriented in the car. He remember riding in a wheelchair. There was a fuzzy memory of a room with tile on the walls and bright stainless steel. He remembered a face, not Renie’s, smiling down at him, saying ‘Just relax’. He remembered he was afraid. Now, he thought he knew why he felt that way.

He looked up when the door opened. The bright light Renie flicked on, hurt his sleepy eyes.

"Don’t be frightened Heather. You’re fine." Renie said as she hurried to the side of the bed.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, whimpering.

Renie felt sorry for the worried looking boy. "You’re alright Heather." She wasn’t sure how to tell him.

He looked down at his chest, pulling at the wrist restraints. The pain increased again.

"No, Heather. You mustn’t strain yourself." That was just what she had to keep him from doing. It occurred to her that if he knew he might damage the work the doctor did, he might just do himself harm intentionally.

She had left the sleeping pills on the vanity. There was a glass of water on his night stand from when she gave him the pill earlier. She got him out another.

He saw what she was doing. "I don’t want to take any more pills." He tried to sound forceful but it came out more like whining.

He was trying to stand up to her. He was in no position to be making demands. She sort of enjoyed having him try to rebel. It gave her the opportunity to show him that she was in complete control. He would do whatever she wanted him to. Just the thought excited her.

"My poor sweet Heather. Haven’t you learned yet that you’re going to do what ever I tell you you’ll do? Now open your mouth for me and take your pill." This was delightful.

He was angry. No, he was outraged. He didn’t even want to think about what she’d done to him, about the outline on the thin blanket. "I won’t take it." He insisted. He tensed, unconsciously, and felt the pain again. He made an effort to relax.

"If you’re going to be a bad girl, I’ll just have to punish you." Renie told him smiling. She didn’t show she was worried. She could see the pain register on his face. She knew he was hurting himself by getting so upset. She didn’t want him destroying the doctor’s good work. "I’ll just have to go get my little toy." Renie had left it in her bedroom, knowing he was restrained and was no threat to her.

He was in enough pain already. He knew he couldn’t take a jolt from her stunner. But he just couldn’t cave into her, not after what she’d done to him. "No please. I just want to go home." He begged.

Renie didn’t listen. She started toward the door. It was a bluff she hoped would work. "I’ll be right back Heather and then you’ll take your pill." It was a bluff.

He broke down. He just couldn’t take the pain. He knew that. "NO! No! I’m sorry! I’ll take it! I’ll take the pill."

Renie was grinning as she turned around and went back to his bed. "That’s my good girl." She put it between his lips and helped him to sit up enough to take a drink of water.

While she had him up in a sitting position, she asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom before you go back to sleep Heather?"

He didn’t until he sat up. "Yes." He felt like a wiped puppy. His legs felt weak as she slid them off the bed and helped him get to the toilet.

He hated the fact that she helped him but he wouldn’t have made it on his own. As hard as he tried to see, the night gown he wore hid his chest from him. The slight weight that pulled at his chest when he stood up didn’t feel the same and it wasn’t as heavy as the falsies he’d been wearing. It was frustrating, not being able to see.

Renie hadn’t counted on having to pull down his panties and wiping him when he was done. The alternative was to undue his restraints and she didn’t want to do that.

Walter got some small satisfaction from her having to do that for him.

She tucked the covers up under his chin. She was going to stay with him until he fell asleep. The first pill had lasted nearly seven hours. It was one in the morning. She decided to try to time the pills so he slept almost right through the next two days. He would hurt himself, she was sure, during the periods between sleep. She could just wake him enough for his next pill.

She’d give him his next at seven thirty and every six and a half hours there after.

Thursday morning, Linda packed a little extra in her cooler for lunch. She also grabbed a half dozen magazines she had intended to read but hadn’t gotten to.

At noon, she told her boss she wasn’t feeling well and needed to go home. He believed her and let her go. Linda felt fine. She drove straight to the boy’s house. She parked down the street a little way and got comfortable.

It had occurred to her that maybe the uncle had lied to her. It was possible that the boy was there, in the house, the whole time. She had to know. All she could hope was that she’d get a glimpse of him somehow.

Linda opened her little cooler and ate her lunch. When she had enough to eat she picked up one of the magazines to read. The whole time she kept one eye on the house.

Hours passed and nothing. She saw the mailman come and go, up the street carrying his bag. He left some mail in the uncle’s mailbox on the porch but no one came out to claim it as she hoped.

She waited for hours. It was about a quarter to four when the uncle came out and got the mail. He looked like he just woke up. His hair was a mess and he had on the same dirty tee shirt she had seen him in on Monday.

Monday? Had it really been four days since she dropped Heather off over at the corner? It was hard to believe.

A few minutes after he went back in with the mail, a car pulled up in front of the house. A guy in blue jeans got out and walked up to the front door. Linda expected to see him knock but he just opened the door and walked right in. She thought that was odd.

Two minutes later, he came back out and the uncle came out with him. They both climbed into the car and drove away, up the street past Linda. She ducked down in the seat so he wouldn’t see her. She didn’t want to confront him again. He scared her that first time.

Was this the opportunity she was waiting for, she wondered? She watched the car turn the corner at the top of the street and drive out of sight. Was he going to be gone long enough for her to go to the door and make sure Heather wasn’t there?

It occurred to Linda that he had a name but she didn’t think of him as, what was it, Walter? No. To her, he was Heather.

The last few days had been agony. Linda had to know for sure that he wasn’t there. She got out of the car and walked across the street and down to the house. Standing in front, she looked up and down the street. She saw no one outside and no cars coming either way. She walked boldly up the walk and knocked on the front door. She waited. She knocked again. Still no answer and she couldn’t hear anyone moving around inside.

Disappointed, she walked slowly down the porch steps. She stopped at the bottom and checked the street again. Still no one in sight. She walked across the lawn to the driveway. No car, but that didn’t surprise her. She had learned on Monday that the uncle didn’t own one. She felt like a prowler but she walked up the driveway. There were two low windows that she could see in from the driveway.

The first window she looked in was a dining room window. Or she thought it must be a dining room. There was a big table surrounded by chairs. The table was strewn with junk, papers of all sorts and boxes. The floor was also lined with big cardboard boxes. She saw no one moving about.

Linda went to the next window. It had to be his room, she decided. She saw familiar objects. A baseball glove rested on a desk. Across the unmade bed was a pair of jeans. They were definitely too small to be the uncle’s. Socks and boy’s underwear lay in a heap in front of a dresser. It occurred to Linda that the room looked as if someone had gone through everything, throwing things everywhere. Then she spotted the purse. It was on the floor, just inside the door. Someone apparently had thrown it there because it’s contents were half spilled out on the floor.

This was his room alright. Linda was sure of that now. But he wasn’t there and, given it’s condition, he hadn’t been for a while. The uncle had told the truth, he was gone. But where?

Linda called Patty when she got home, "I had to check." She told her when she scolded her for going.

"He could have caught you." She reminded her friend, concerned.

"I know, but he didn’t."

"Don’t do that again." Patty worried about her.

"I don’t plan on it, besides, there’s no point. Heather hasn’t been there for days." She explained about the purse.

"He really did send him away." Patty said, resigned to the fact. Four days, almost five, since she started him on the medication. What was happening to him?

Linda didn’t tell her mother what she did when she called her later. She just reported that she still hadn’t heard from Heather.

Connie was so disappointed. What had the uncle done with her?

 

Thursday passed slowly for Renie. Her timing, with the sleeping pills, was good and he never once came fully awake. He was still swollen when she checked him at two in the afternoon but it did seem to be less than it had been. The black and blue marks seemed to be fading nicely.

Renie got ready for bed. She thought about his last sleeping pill. She had given him it at eight thirty. That meant his next one was due at.... Three AM! God! What a pain. She set her alarm for two forty five and turned off the lights.

Friday dragged by even more slowly than Thursday had. The fact that it rained all day didn’t help any.

There was virtually no cleaning to do. He had done it all. Renie wrote a couple of letters in the morning. She watched soap operas for part of the afternoon.

About four o’clock she called Howie at the office. Up till Wednesday she had been too busy, too wrapped up with the boy to miss him, but now she was bored. So she called just to hear his voice.

"I’ve been wondering if I was going to hear from you. How come you’re still home?" He asked her.

"My niece surprised me with a visit. I decided to take some time off to spend with her." That was as good an explanation as any.

"I didn’t know you had a niece." She had never mentioned her before and he thought he knew her whole family, from conversations they had.

Renie had some fun with him. "I hope you don’t think you know everything about me."

"Just the important things Babe."

It was such a corny line. "Don’t you believe it."

"So, are you and I going to get together this weekend or do you have to baby sit the whole time?" He assumed her niece was young since Renie was only twenty five.

"Oh, I don’t know. Heather and I have some plans." She figured he thought her niece was a baby or something. If he only knew.

"What kind of plans?"

"We thought we’d go see if we could pick up some good looking guys and party." That served him right.

"How old is this niece of yours?"

"Heather’s sweet sixteen and a beauty." She glibly told him. He was older but he didn’t look it.

"You have a niece that’s sixteen?" He was surprised.

"Sure, why not?" Renie didn’t make it easy on him.

"I don’t know. I just figured she’d be younger."

She had an idea. "Well, why don’t you take us out for dinner on Sunday and see."

"The three of us?" She wanted to take the niece along?

"You have something against going out with a pretty girl on each arm?" This would be fun. The boy would be mortified.

"No, no objection at all." She cornered him. She was always doing that to him.

"You can take us to Reilly’s." It was a fancy restaurant and they’d have to dress up. Renie was already thinking of what she’d make her Heather wear.

Howie knew the place. It was posh and very expensive. He’d get to take her to an expensive dinner, the niece too, and he probably wouldn’t even get laid. He couldn’t very well back out. He was already trapped. "Sure."

"You don’t sound very enthused." She knew she tricked him. So what?

"Are you kidding? It’s a great idea." No it wasn’t.

"Great, I’m glad you thought of it. Why don’t see if you can get seven thirty reservations. You pick us up at about seven." Renie was quite pleased with herself.

"I’ll do that. I’ll call you tomorrow to verify the time." He was getting a little tired of her manipulating him.

"Great, bye lover." She kissed him through the phone.

"Bye Babe." Now he remember what it was about her he liked. She was hot. Maybe he’d get laid anyway. They could send the niece off to her room.

Renie was glad she called him. Going out to a fancy restaurant, all dolled up, would be an experience for the boy. It promised to be fun. Now all she had to do was find them both the right dresses to wear.

Over the course of the day his swelling had gone down. He still filled out the cups of the bra beautifully. Renie didn’t want to risk taking it off to look. All the black and blue marks seemed to have faded, at least those she could see.

She awoke to gave him his last sleeping pill at three. He would wake up around eight and Renie hardly slept the rest of the night, the anticipation was killing her.

He was very groggy when he finally woke up. He was disoriented from sleeping so long. His first sense of reality was the straps on his wrists. What surprised him when he pulled on them was that the pain he remembered was gone. He finally opened his eyes. He wondered how long he had slept? He felt so dopey.

He wasn’t surprised when he looked down and the lumps were still there on his chest. The grumbling noise he heard was his stomach growling. He was very hungry.

It was only eight thirty and Renie had been up for two hours, waiting. She had been sitting in his room but got bored. She was at the kitchen table drinking her coffee when she heard him moving around. She had the stunner in the pocket of her skirt when she opened his door and went in to see him. She had no reservations about using it on him and she was pretty sure she would need to today.

"Good morning," She said cheerfully. "How are you feeling?"

"I want to get out of here." He pulled at the restraints again. Still no pain.

"Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to be a bad girl today." Renie said looking sad.

"I’m not a girl!" He was angry. "I’m a man."

"No you’re not!" That was all she said and walked up to the side of the bed and pulled down the covers. She rudely pulled up his nightie and pressed the stunner against his hip.

"NO NO NO Noooo!" He screamed in terror. He couldn’t move his hands to try to block her.

She ignored him and pressed the switch. She had to reinforce her control and there was no better time then now. She had it set on the second setting. It wasn’t going to knock him out but it was going to hurt like hell. She only left it on a few seconds.

He stiffened with the shock, clamping his mouth shut. If his tongue had been between his teeth he would have bitten it off.

It was over quickly but it was excruciating.

Renie pulled his nightdress back down. She slipped the stunner into her pocket. She unbuckled the restraints from his wrists and then opened the buckle at his waist. He wouldn’t need it any more.

"Are you going to behave now?" She asked sternly.

"Yes." He said in a weak voice.

"Good." She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to get his strength back. It was then that she noticed the smell. She pulled the covers aside and it was worse. He had an accident.

Renie realize that she had probably caused it with the stunner. He hadn’t been to the bathroom since Wednesday. He hadn’t eaten anything of course but he had been taking the pills with water. The smell wasn’t only urine though. She didn’t get angry.

She waited a few minutes for him to be strong enough. "Heather, you had a little accident and you need to clean yourself up. Would you like to get a shower?"

He could smell it too. Worse, he could feel it and it was awful. "Please." He was much more placid now.

"That’s better honey." Renie was satisfied he’d behave now. It felt wonderful to have the control over him that she did. "I’ll help you to the bathroom."

She left the dirty nightgown and panties in the bed sheets for him to wash later. With her help, he made it as far as the toilet.

"Are you strong enough to take a shower by yourself?" She asked him.

He looked up at her with pleading eyes. "A few minutes?"

"That’s fine. You just sit there and I’ll be back in a minute." She wanted to get the sheets off the bed before it soaked into the mattress. Renie removed the soiled linens and put them in a pile on the tiled floor of the laundry room.

He was strong enough to put his hand up and feel what was in the bra. No longer were they lifeless. He flinched when he touched his own skin that filled out the bra. He moved the soft shapes with his hands and could feel how they were a part of him. He accidently touched one of his nipples and shivered at the sensation. They were extremely sensitive. He dropped his hands when he heard Renie come into the bedroom.

"How are you doing now Heather?" She asked. He still smelled of urine.

"Better." He said softly. He didn’t look up from the floor.

"Good. Let’s get your bra off you and you can take a nice shower and wash your hair." Renie couldn’t wait to see.

He couldn’t reach around behind himself. He was so weak and limp.

"I’ll help you." She reached around behind his back and unhooked his bra. It fell loose and Renie pulled the straps off his shoulders.

The both stared at his chest.

They were perfectly shaped, almost too perfect. Renie was actually a little jealous because, without his bra, they hardly sagged at all. Her’s weren’t even that perky. She did notice a small change in his nipples. They had grown, ever so slightly, and the small pink circle that surrounded the boy’s nipple was almost twice the size it had been only days ago.

If he had anything in his stomach he would probably have thrown up. He looked down at his new breasts. He touched one and felt his skin. They were real. He also noticed the enlarged nipples on the front of them. No, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

Renie moved fast and caught him before he hit the hard tile floor. She lowered him onto the rug gently. He’d fainted.

She knew he was probably weak from hunger. She would feed him soon. Renie had to wake him first. At least it gave her the opportunity to see for herself how realistic they were.

The cool, wet wash cloth brought him around. He awoke with a start. "What happened?"

"You’re alright Heather. You just fainted. We all do that from time to time."

Meaning girls he supposed, but he was a guy. Guys don’t faint. "I fainted?"

"Yes Heather. Don’t be so surprised. I’m imagine all this is quite a shock to you." She only wanted him to feel like he had become one of them. It was fun treating him this way.

He had the strength to prop himself up on one elbow. His movement reminded him of what he now had on his chest, when he brushed the side of one with his arm.

"You really have to get into the shower Heather." She reminded him. The smell was almost too much to bear.

He could smell it too. "I smell pretty bad."

"Yes you do." She said smiling. "Do you want me to help you shower?" Renie offered. It might be fun to wash him now.

If that meant her getting in there with him, no way. "I think I can do it myself."

She was a little disappointed but if he wanted to do it himself, fine. "I’ll get you a clean washcloth and towel."

Walter had to use the side of the tub to get himself up. His legs were a little shaky still. Every move he made was a reminder of what they’d done to him.

Renie didn’t leave him alone. She stayed and made sure he was alright. "Don’t forget to wash your hair." She reminded him.

He hadn’t. His whole scalp itched. It was strange, it normally didn’t do that unless he skipped washing it for a few days. He had no idea that several days had passed.

Walter felt better when he stepped out of the shower. Being clean helped raise his spirits a little but his breasts brought them right back down again.

Renie helped his wrap his head in a towel. "You can fix your hair after you’ve had something to eat."

He was going to eat? "I’m so hungry." He told her.

"I’ll bet you’re famished. You haven’t eaten for a few days."

How was that possible? Wasn’t it only yesterday they did it to him? "What’s today?" He asked her as nicely as he could.

"It’s Saturday." She told him matter of factly.

"Saturday?" He couldn’t believe it.

"Sure, you’ve had a nice long rest while you’ve healed up." Renie was about to lead him into the bedroom when she thought, "Heather, let’s see how your weight’s doing." She led him to the scale. She was sure he had lost a few pounds, his waist was definitely more slender.

He looked down and was surprised. The scale said he only weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds.

Renie was delighted. He could still afford to loose a few more pounds but not the way he had been. She was going to increase his calorie count a little now. It was safe enough. He’d still continue to loose weight, with working out and a modest diet.

Renie got him out clean underwear. He put on his panties and let her hook the new lace trimmed bra behind his back.

It felt so strange to have it holding the two mounds of flesh that women call breasts. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t stop him self from bursting into tears. He was so distraught and confused. He sobbed heavily.

Renie wasn’t surprised by his outburst. It was ironic. He had cried before but he had never just broken down and sobbed the way he was. It had to be the hormones finally driving his emotions. It was sweet the way he exhibited emotions just like a normal girl. This was the frightened little boy/girl that excited her so. This was the way she wanted him, scared and obedient.

Renie sat him on the edge of his bed and held him. "There’s nothing wrong with letting your emotions show Heather. Let it all out." He was everything she’d hoped for.

What was he going to do? How could he ever go home again like this. He had to suppress those thoughts, he told himself. He couldn’t think about going home, because he was sure he’d go crazy if he dwelled on it. He had to concentrate on here and now, just to get through it. "What am I going to do?"

Renie knew exactly what he was going to do. "Heather, you’re going to be fine. You’ll be much happier when you stop fighting it and accept the woman you’ve become." Renie laughed to herself. She was going to do everything in her power to see to it that he did just that.

Would he? Could he? He looked down at his chest, still sobbing, and wondered if he had a choice.

Renie drew him closer and held him until his flow of tears subsided. "Wouldn’t you like some breakfast?" She finally asked him.

"Yes, please." He was still very weak. The shower had helped only a little. He knew that if he ate something he’d feel better.

Renie loved the way he looked up at her with his big blue eyes, submissively pleading. "Just put your robe on and we’ll get you something."

She made him toast. She cut up a melon for him earlier. The tea she gave him had no sugar. It didn’t add up to very many calories.

To him, it was a feast. He ate every last bite and was stuffed. For the moment, he forgot about everything and just concentrated on the food.

He was brought back to reality when she handed him the pills after he finished eating. He was more concerned than ever with what she was making him take. He would have asked, but he thought he knew what the consequences of that would be. He didn’t want to swallow it but she watched him, sitting there across the small table from him.

He felt a little stronger with his stomach full. Walter thought he might get out of cleaning up after breakfast but he was wrong. Renie did help a little, clearing the table for him, but that was all.

Renie wasn’t sure she had done the right thing by having him sleep through his recovery. She hadn’t counted on him being as weak as he was. She realized that this was her fault.

She couldn’t push him today. He’d never make it through his exercises, he was too washed out for that. She’d have to let him relax. Carol would be over in a little while and there had to be something they could all do together that wouldn’t over exert him.

When he was finished in the kitchen Renie suggested, "Why don’t you get some clothes on and fix yourself up a little."

"Alright." He hoped that she didn’t expect him to do what he’d been made to do earlier in the week. He was relieved when she led him to his room.

‘His room’, funny, the way it was beginning to feel like it was his now.

Now that he had lost the weight he really had a much nicer figure. Renie went to his dresser and found his spandex leggings and top. She couldn’t wait to see how he looked in them.

Walter felt very strange when he pulled on the skin tight leggings. They were a brightly colored flower print on a white background and had a wide band of lace at the calf. They made him uncomfortable, the way they fit so skin tight on his new figure. The tights didn’t make him feel as selfconscious as the bright yellow spandex top that she gave him to wear with it. It showed every curve.

He looked in the mirror at himself. Curiously, he was glad he didn’t look like a guy in them. He had slender legs, his hips weren’t too wide and he had a nice narrow waist. His feminine chest was very unsettling though.

Inside, he was a guy and it disturbed him a lot to know he looked nothing like a guy now, on the outside. No! He drove the thought from his mind. He didn’t dare think about it.

Walter had to decide what to do. His decision to go along and let them think he was happy with what they were doing to him, hadn’t helped him at all so far. He still had to escape but where to go, and what to do about what She’d done to him, was a problem that he would have to deal with when the time came.

For now he had to concentrate on fooling her into believing he was happy. That was still his only chance to get free of her.

He knew she was watching him as he looked in the mirror. He brought his hands up under his arms and ran them slowly down his sides to his hips. He was pretending to be pleased with his shape. He turned to the side and smiled at his shapely silhouette. In the leggings, his backside had a nice outline and his chest looked as feminine as any girl’s. It wasn’t all put on, he did have a nice figure, for a girl, as strange as he looked.

Renie was sure that he was unaware that she was watching him. When he wasn’t fighting it, he actually seemed pleased with the person he’d become. She’d seen it before, in the way he fussed over his hair and makeup, in the way he took pleasure in the chemise he wore. His effort to look pretty, when he dressed up on Wednesday morning was obvious. She had missed none of it. He was coming around, and he couldn’t seem to help himself.

The thought still nagged her that he might be too accepting of the changes.

Walter had been curiously scrutinizing his figure when he stopped to notice that his hair was still a disheveled mess. He wondered how the girl in the reflection would look in this outfit with her hair all done up. "I’m a mess." He said running his fingers through his hair.

"I’m going to go get dressed. Why don’t you fix your hair and then you can relax in the living room. You’re probably tired of looking at these walls." Renie suggested.

He was happy to be offered even that small freedom. When she left him alone he walked over and sat down at the dressing table.

Walter was surprised at how comfortable the outfit was to wear. The material felt like a second skin and he felt like he almost wasn’t wearing anything. It was a feeling he never experienced in anything he had ever worn before and he enjoyed it, as long as he wasn’t looking at himself in the mirror.

As he brushed his hair, he saw that what the girl in the hair salon had said would happen, had taken place. The tight curls that filled his head that first day had begun to relax and now he had a head full of soft looking wavy hair.

Walter was determined to master that damned banana clip. He remembered how nice it had looked in one of the pictures in the magazine he had been looking at on Wednesday morning. He struggled with it a while and finally got it to look right. He thought about how the girl’s hair had looked in front. He tried several ways to make it look like the picture and finally settled for his best effort.

He wasn’t sure if he should put on makeup. Renie hadn’t said to. He decided she would probably be happier with him if he did and took the chance.

With his hair pulled back into the clip, Walter looked at the gold and diamond studs in his ears. He had no desire to change the small studs for any of the gaudier earrings in the jewelry box. He decided they were probably enough with his outfit.

He did put on the delicate gold necklace with the heart pendant. It felt strange when he saw the pendant lay between his breasts. Would he ever get used to them?

He assumed the sneakers were the thing to wear and found a pair of white cotton socks he had seen in the dresser drawer days ago.

There, he was ready, he decided as he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look bad at all.

"Renie?" He called out as he knocked softly on his door.

Renie was doing her hair when she hear the soft knocking and him calling her. She couldn’t remember him ever calling her by name before. She grinned as she went to let him out, the little touch of familiarity pleased her.

Renie told him he could watch TV as he rested on the couch but he noticed the magazines under the end table as he walked into the living room. He was curious and wanted to look at them instead. He just didn’t know if he wanted her to see his interest in them.

He put the TV on and pretended to watch until Renie left him to finish getting herself dressed.

He pulled out a copy of Mademoiselle and started looking through it.

Renie wasn’t ready to start trusting him yet. There was no way he could get out of the apartment but she thought it safer to check on him in a few minutes. She tip toed down the hall and peaked around the corner. He wasn’t watching TV any more, he was reading her magazines. Renie didn’t mind at all. She was pleased, in fact, that he found them interesting.

Walter was sitting there, reading an article about hair styling when the sunlight, dancing on the carpet, caught his eye. Through the sheer curtains, he watched how the leaf laden branches of the tree outside made the sun wink it’s bright eye.

Curious, he got up from the chair and walked over to the sofa under the window. Kneeling on the cushions, he pulled the curtain aside to look around. The morning sun hadn’t dried up the puddles on the sidewalk yet and the warm yellow orb and blue sky reflected from them. It must have rained fairly hard during the night, he decided.

He leaned forward to see better and brushed his breasts against the back of the sofa. His sensitive nipples tingled and he pulled back a little. He had hit the same spot with his arm earlier and flinched at the feeling. Would they always be this way, this sensitive, he wondered?

Not a second passed that he wasn’t acutely aware of his feminine chest. ‘Stop! Don’t think about it!,’ he told himself again and again.

He watched as a woman in a house coat came out of an apartment across the courtyard to retrieve her newspaper from her front yard. She picked it up, slipping it from it’s plastic bag and read the front page. He continued watching as she went back inside, reading her paper as she walked.

He wondered, she was comfortable with her femininity, able to live a normal life, would he ever be comfortable again?

He saw a car pull into the parking lot, off to his left. He watched as it pulled into a parking spot and a young woman got out with her little girl. She took the child’s hand and, with two small packages in her other hand, walked with the little girl to a door almost across the courtyard from Renie’s steps.

The little girl wore a pretty pink dress. She was talking a mile a minute to her mother.

The woman had on a pair of white shorts and a pink cotton top. She was fairly well endowed. Walter wondered what it was like to grow up as a little girl? Did the sweet little thing dream of being just like mommy? Did she long for the day when she would mature and have a nice figure like her mother?

Walter had looked at women, at girls, and only seen them as different, soft, feminine, sometimes silly and giddy but always different. Could he be like them, different? Could he be comfortable with being pretty and feminine? He couldn’t imagine so.

As his thoughts wandered, he looked at the woman with a more critical eye as she drew closer to her door. Her chest was too big, out of proportion to her small frame. His chest looked better than her’s. Walter never thought huge tits were attractive.

That word suddenly bothered him, ‘tits’. He knew some girls didn’t like that word. Breasts sounded nicer. He didn’t like to think of his breasts as ‘tits’. No, that sounded crude to him now. Funny, how he never thought of them that way before.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a couple, off to his right. They had just come out of an apartment and they were walking toward the parking lot. They were going to have to pass right in front of his window. He was on the second floor so they were unlikely to notice him. Just the same, he drew the curtain closed till he only peeked out through a narrow slit in the sheer fabric.

He was tall with a full head of black wavy hair. He was handsome, with strong manly features.

Walter reflected, if he had manly features he wouldn’t be in this predicament. No, those were the thoughts he had to avoid.

He took a long look at the young woman who walked beside him. She was a good four inches shorter than the guy. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse. Her long brown hair was down to the middle of her back. She had beautiful wavy hair that shined in the sunlight. He wondered what it was like to have hair that long. He decided it must take her a lot of time to take care of it. He could just imagine what it was like for her to brush her hair before going to bed. Did it end up all over her face when she slept? His was short and it did. Was her’s all tangled in the morning? His short hair was and it hurt to get the knots out when he brushed it. But her hair was so pretty. Was he jealous of her long beautiful hair?

She was a pretty girl with a wonderful smile as she laughed at something the guy said. She took his hand in hers as they walked and she leaned her head over, against his arm. She looked up at him adoringly.

Walter closed the curtain, turning the image of the two into only a fuzzy outline. The thoughts that ran through his mind distressed him and he didn’t want to watch them so closely any more. He looked out again, only when they had passed. He watched their backs as they got to their car. The guy opened the door for the girl and closed it for her when she was inside.

He had been taught by his mother that doing that was good manners. ‘A gentleman always treats a woman like a lady’, had been the lesson she had drummed into him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, flattening his breasts. Was she up in heaven now, looking down at him? Did she see what he had become? Again, he drove the depressing thoughts from his mind. He was here, he had to live with what he had been made into. He was the one who had to be strong, to find his way back, alone.

Before their car had a chance to back out of their parking spot, another car pulled into the lot. The guy waited until the car passed before he backed out and drove off.

Walter recognized the black Bronco. He looked closer and saw Carol behind the wheel. He got off the couch and walked down the hall to Renie’s bedroom door. He didn’t even think about whether she’d be annoyed with him for bothering her until he was standing in the open doorway. "Carol’s coming." He told Renie. She was sitting at her dressing table, finishing putting on her makeup.

Renie was a little surprised to hear his voice and to turn and see him standing there. He looked so adorable in his spandex outfit. She smiled at him, "Is she at the door?" Renie assumed.

"No, she’s just parking her car. She’ll be here in a few minutes." He explained.

He’d been looking out the window, she realized. Well, what was wrong with that? "Thanks Heather. I’ll be right out."

"Your welcome." He replied instinctively and walked back toward the living room. He didn’t know what to do now. He was a little nervous about Carol seeing him in his spandex outfit. Would she think he looked terrible in it? Would she think he didn’t look natural in it? What should he be doing when she walks in? He didn’t want to be just standing there like a dummy. He went back to the chair and sat down. He felt awkward. Quickly, he untied his sneakers and took them off. He got up and sat right down again, folding his legs under him as he sat. He drew the magazine he’d been reading across his lap. There, that was better, he decided.

A few seconds later, through the corner of his eye, he watched Carol through the front window as she ascended to the top step of the stairs that led to Renie’s door. He watched as she took another few steps and passed out of sight, going toward the door. Walter heard Renie coming down the hall and a second later there was a knock on the front door. He just looked down at his magazine.

Renie glanced over at him on her way to the door. She was thrilled with the way he had done his hair this morning. He looked so natural, so much like a girl. Carol’s reaction to him sitting there should be interesting, she thought to herself.

He looked up when Renie opened the door and Carol came in.

Carol looked at him, speechless, for a second. "Hi Heather."

He only gave her a faint smile, saying, "Hi." He turned his attention back to the magazine on his lap.

Her eyes were almost immediately drawn to his chest. This was the first time she had seen him sitting up. He looked wonderful. She noticed his hair next and was delighted with the way he looked. No one would ever know he was a guy. "You look really pretty this morning." She just had to tell him.

"Heather did her hair herself." Renie wanted Carol to know she hadn’t helped him. He was doing so well.

Carol put down her purse and the bag she was carrying and went over to him to look closer.

Walter felt funny as she fussed over him.

"I really like the way you fixed it." When she was close enough she could see the slight cleavage his top exposed. Carol just couldn’t get over the difference in him.

He was a little embarrassed at her complement.

"Doesn’t Heather look much better now that she’s lost weight? Stand up and show Carol how terrific you look Heather." Renie was proud of the figure he had now.

He was so selfconscious but he reluctantly stood up for her.

"Turn around for me Heather." Carol asked him.

He did a slow circle.

"Heather, you look wonderful. I’ll bet you never imagined you would be so pretty?" Carol asked innocently. It was as if she was looking at a young girl that had just made the transformation from adolescence to womanhood.

She was trying to flatter him and while it was well intended, it didn’t make Walter feel any more comfortable. He knew he looked convincing, but pretty? "No, I didn’t." He told Carol, trying to sound pleasantly pleased.

Carol wished there were a way to make him more enthusiastic, more eager to go along with them. He was polite, he said the right things but he lacked the eagerness that would have made transforming him so much fun.

"Heather, why don’t you just relax there. Carol and I will be in my room." Renie told him.

Carol understood that Renie wanted to talk privately.

Walter understood too. He was content with that for now. He sat back down and picked up the magazine again. He went back to the article he was reading before. It was about applying makeup and it was interesting to see other ways to do what he had learned. He wondered what finishing powder would look like on him. It was supposed to help you have a flawless complexion and make your makeup last longer.

Linda and Patty played tennis for an hour and went back to Linda’s to shower and change.

"So where’s he taking you tonight?" Patty asked as they were getting dressed.

"He said it’s a surprise. He did say to dress up." Linda raised her eyebrows. Bob was taking her somewhere special, she was sure of that.

"He must be feeling guilty because he’s been out of town so much lately." Patty teased her.

"Naw, he’s just a sweetie." Linda thought he was really someone special. "Aren’t you going out with Kirt tonight?"

Unlike Bob, Kirt was a big disappointment. "He had to cancel." She wasn’t too upset. Kirt wanted too much of her time and she had so little. Patty wasn’t ready for a commitment at this point in her life. Her career was too important to her right now.

Linda stopped buttoning her blouse and looked at her friend, concerned. "What happened?" Poor Patty had so much trouble finding a man that could put up with her busy schedule.

Patty wasn’t anxious to relive their fight but who else would she tell, if not Linda? "He asked me, on Thursday, to go away with him next weekend. You know how he’s been nagging me to spend a weekend with him?"

"Yea?"

"Well, I told him I couldn’t go next weekend. I explained I had to work and he got all mad."

"What did he say?" Linda sat on the edge of her bed and gave Patty her complete attention.

"He started in about relationships and commitments and how I wasn’t being fair and he couldn’t go on the way we were."

"He broke it off?"

"Not exactly." Patty sat on the end of the bed. "He said he still liked me, a lot, but he needed more than to just see me once every couple of weeks." Patty would have liked that too. Kirt was a really sweet, sensitive guy and he treated her like a lady. Not many guys out there were like him. "He said we couldn’t build a relationship like that. He’s going to start dating other people but he hoped we could still see each other occasionally."

The kiss of death, Linda thought to herself. Once they say they’re going to see other women, it’s over. Patty was only kidding herself if she thought it wasn’t. "I’m so sorry."

"Me too." She felt so depressed. "I really liked him and I blew it."

"It’s not your fault." Linda tried to tell her. "You can’t help it that you have such weird hours."

"I didn’t have to decide to be a doctor. I could have picked a different field. I could have been just a nurse or something." She had to listen to their stories all the time, about their fascinating love lives, and she was jealous.

Linda hated to listen to Patty beat herself up the way she did. "Come on, you know you love what you do." How many times had she told her she would dream of doing anything else.

"Sometimes I wonder." It was times like this that troubled her. Kirt wasn’t the first guy that had been turned off by what she did for a living.

Linda had to get her mind off Kirt. "Come on. I thought we were going shopping."

Patty tried to shake off her depression. "Ok, ok! I hear you."

She knew what her friend was thinking. "Where do you want to go? Old Creek?"

That’s where we took Heather, Linda thought to herself and felt sad.

Patty noticed her attitude change. "What’s wrong?"

"I was just thinking about Heather." It had been almost a week and they had heard nothing.

Patty forgot it had been Old Creek Mall they took him to. Thinking of the missing boy saddened her too.

As the days had passed, they thought less and less about him. Linda was still terribly worried that he was alright and Patty was concerned too. By now, he was surly feeling the effects of the hormones. He must be terrible scared and confused. What was probably worse was what the Meliphine had to have done to him by now.

"I just wish I could see him, just to know he’s alright." Linda mused.

Patty would have liked to talk to him too. "We could drive by his house?" She suggested. "Maybe we would get a glimpse of him.

Linda doubted it. He was really gone, somewhere. They could still just drive by. "Ok, let’s."

There was no sign of life. Not even the uncle. The girls didn’t go to Old Creek Mall. Neither of them wanted to be reminded of the time they had with him there. They did their shopping at another mall.

"He really looks terrific." Carol commented.

"He’s coming along." Renie agreed. "He’s still got a long way to go."

"I wish we could find a way to get him into it more. He’s so introverted."

Renie like him that way. She told Carol her plan to take him out to dinner Sunday night, with Howie. "I’m really excited. I can’t wait to see how he does around people." There was nothing to worry about any more. No need to be concerned about anyone discovering what he really was. It would be fun.

Even more exciting was that he would be completely out of his environment. Renie was going to enjoy watching him squirm as he was made to look and act like a young girl among so many people.

Carol was a little worried about how he’d do. "What’s he going to wear?" She wondered.

"I thought I’d take him to get a dress tomorrow afternoon." It would be a thrill to buy him something sexy to wear. He could wear anything now. Now that he really had a natural figure.

That thought brought another to Renie’s mind. "I wish there was someone his age we could take along shopping."

Carol followed her line of thought, "You mean to get him to hang around with other girls his age."

"Exactly. If we could find him some friends to hang around with, he’ll have to get into it more, in order to hide what he really is."

"You don’t think he’d crack and expose himself?" That’s what worried Carol.

"I don’t think so. He seems to be trying to adapt, the way he tries so hard to look pretty and convincing. I think being around other girls would help him a lot."

"Well, where are we going to find him some girlfriends?" Carol agreed, she thought it was definitely a good idea.

"I’ve been thinking about it and there’s a few high school girls that hang around the condo pool most afternoons." Renie had conversations with a few of them from time to time.

Carol wasn’t too sure about that idea. "That worries me a little. How do you think he’ll be, going out in a bathing suit?"

"He’ll be scared to death at first but he’s going to have to get used to it sooner or later. It might as well be sooner. We did buy him those two cute bathing suits at the mall." Just the thought of him going outside in a bathing suit excited Renie. He would be terrified.

Carol remembered the fun they had buying them for him. How they laughed and joked about how he’d look in them. She also remembered having to talk Renie out of buying him the really sexy, revealing two piece. "Will they fit him? He’s lost a lot of weight."

"I bought him size fours. I planned on his loosing weight. I think they will fit him just fine." Getting him out the door in it was going to be the problem. "He’s not going to be too anxious to go to the pool in it and I can’t use the stunner on him to make him or we’ll never get there." She couldn’t very well carry him there.

"I’m going to have a ‘big sister’ talk with him." Carol announced. It was something she wanted to do anyway, to try to bring him out of his shell.

"Give it a try but if it doesn’t work he’s going anyway. I’ll just have to threaten him with the stunner or something." This was something she very much wanted to do. He would be mortified, going out dressed in only a bathing suit and she would thoroughly enjoy seeing him embarrassed.

"I think I can get him to go along." Carol said, getting up from the bed where she had been sitting with Renie.

"Hi." Carol sat down next to him on the sofa.

"Hi." Walter looked up from the magazine. He was suspicious.

"We need to have a little talk." Carol told him, taking off her shoes and getting comfortable.

"About what?" She sounded sweet enough but he didn’t trust her. What could she want to talk about?

"About you Heather." Carol said nicely. "I’m worried about you."

She was worried about him? It was a little late, wasn’t it? He didn’t respond. He waited for her to go on.

Carol understood his hesitance. "I’m worried about you adjusting."

So that was it. "I’m trying." He said defensively. He really was, for his own reasons.

"I know you are but you’re making it harder on yourself than it has to be." Carol let the concern show in her voice. She was being sincere.

It was hard. It was harder trying to pretend to go along with it all.

She thought he’d respond. When the silence became awkward she went on. "Heather, you make a really pretty girl. If you’d just relax and go along with us, you would find out how wonderful it is to be a young girl your age. I know Renie would be a lot easier on you and you might just start to enjoy yourself."

She sounded sincere. Was this the beginning of the opportunity he had been waiting for? Carol certainly seemed different toward him, more honest and straightforward. "I want to try, I just don’t know how."

Carol thought that was sweet and felt sorry for him. "I know it’s awkward but there are things you can do to make it easier."

"What?" He asked softly. What was she getting at?

"What would you think about making friends with other girls your age?" She laid it out for him.

"I couldn’t!" He answered with out hesitation. Just the thought was terrifying.

"Of course you could." Carol assured him.

"No, they’d know." He’d never be able to carry it off.

"No they wouldn’t. Not unless you told them. Heather, you’re pretty and in every way, you look just like a girl. Your hair, your face, even without makeup. You have a really cute figure now too."

"I know I look like a girl," He kept his voice down, he didn’t want Renie to hear him. "but I don’t know how to behave like one. They’d know."

"That’s the point Heather. You’ll never know how to behave like a girl if you don’t hang around with some of them."

He stood his ground. He didn’t want to know how to act like a girl. "I just can’t." The thought was terrifying.

"Think about this a minute before you say you can’t. You’ve seen how some girls behave? Always staying out of everything, never talking to anyone. They’re just like you, afraid to be outgoing and friendly."

Sure, he knew some girls that were that way. "So?"

"Sooner or later, they come out of their shells, you’ve seen it happen. The girl who’s a wall flower in Junior High who becomes popular in High School. It happens all the time." She looked for some spark. Some sign that he knew what she was saying.

He had known a few back home. "Yea." He agreed.

"Well, you can do it too. All you need to do is to hang around with some girls for a while. Watch them. Watch the way they walk and talk. Watch their little mannerisms and start to mimic the things they do." She had his attention now.

"Girls look for role models, just like guys do. We see someone we admire and take on some of their traits. Maybe it’s the way they smile or laugh. How they raise an eyebrow. It might be the way she dances or how she carries herself when she walks. That’s how we learn and grow." He was listening to every word. Carol was optimistic, hoping some of it would sink in.

Walter thought about the little girl before, holding her mother’s hand and looking up at her. No, it was too hard. "I don’t think like a girl. I wouldn’t know what to say to start a conversation with one."

Carol smiled at him. "Oh, that’s the easy part. You shouldn’t make more of it than it really is. Girls aren’t that different than guys. They talk about the same things. It’ll be easier than you think."

Carol went on. "You’ve heard girls tell each other how terrific some piece of clothing is, how wonderful they look in a particular dress or blouse?"

"Sure?" Lots of times.

"If you found yourself somewhere with a couple of girls your age and asked one where she bought her great looking outfit, you’d have no trouble starting a conversation. Heather, we love to be flattered and you’ll win an instant friend if you just tell a girl how wonderful she looks in her dress, her skirt or maybe her bathing suit." She was almost ready to lead him to his next hurdle.

"It can’t be that easy." He doubted it.

"Oh, you’ll have to make a little conversation too but you’ve got an imagination. You wouldn’t have any trouble at all." Now she was stretching it a little. He would certainly have to lie a little, make up a story or two. "Once you start the conversation it will take care of itself. Girls are a lot more open than guys." That was true, about most things.

He thought about it and it still scared him. "I’m not sure I could do it. Talking with girls is one thing but learning to think and act like one is another." He was sure it was impossible, even if he wanted to.

"I know. It might seem awkward, even hard at first, but you’ll learn quickly. You’ll begin to share their interests. Heather, you can do it." Now he had something to think about. She wanted to get on to the next thing.

"You know, you really have a nice shape now."

He looked down at himself. It was so weird to think of himself as shapely. He looked to Carol and smiled, "Thanks, I think. I still feel very uncomfortable with it." It was nice to be able to talk to someone about it. He couldn’t talk to Renie and who else was there?

"I bet you looked fantastic in your bathing suit?" Carol asked excitedly.

He had seen them in the drawer, days ago. Just the thought of wearing a girl’s bathing suit made him shudder. "I don’t know. I couldn’t wear them."

"You haven’t even tried them on? With your cute figure? Come on, let’s see how they look on you." Carol jumped up off the sofa, hoping he’d follow.

"Carol, Carol No!...I couldn’t." He didn’t budge from the chair.

"Of course you can." She took his hand. "Come on."

He let himself be coaxed out of the chair and led to his bedroom. She never let go of his hand.

"Where are they Heather? Go ahead and get them out and let’s see." Carol waited by the bed. This had to be his doing. He had to get them out and try them on, without her forcing him.

"I can’t!" He wined.

"Of course you can. Now stop saying ‘I can’t’." She said, encouraging him. She closed his bedroom door.

Having the door closed helped a little. The last thing he wanted was to have Renie see him cooperating with Carol. He hadn’t forgotten his decision to go along with them. He still wanted to convince them he was going along willingly but this was just too much. Although, somehow, with Carol, it was different.

He went to the dresser because she wasn’t going to leave until he did.

"Bring them both out. We’ll see which looks the best on you."

He found the drawer that Renie had put them in and brought them over, laying them on the bed.

"Well, go ahead and try one on, silly." Carol told him cheerfully.

"Now?" With her in the room?

"Of course now. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before." She was in good spirits and she tried to lighten his up a little.

He shuffled his feet, hesitantly.

He was going to need another heart to heart. Carol got serious with him again. "Heather," She walked over next to him. "You’ve got to learn how things are. There’s no need to be shy anymore around us or any other girl for that matter. You’ve got to learn that girls aren’t like guys. We don’t have the same hangups about our bodies. We don’t think anything of being undressed around our friends. You’ll be much more relaxed when you adjust and accept that Heather." She stroked his shoulder.

Carol picked up one of the suits from the bed. She picked the white bikini, leaving him the hot pink one piece. "I think you and I probably wear the same size. You look like a size four." Carol started taking off her blouse.

She surprised him when she started undressing right there in front of him. He decided he could do it if she could and pulled down his leggings.

Carol felt she had no choice. It wasn’t something she wanted to do but if she was going to have any chance of feminizing him, he would have to believe she was sincere. She was relieved when he responded and started to undress too.

He was down to his panties and bra, fearful of going further. Carol didn’t seem bothered at all and took off her bra. Her breasts seemed to sag more than his. He reached behind and undid his hook. He set his bra on the bed.

Carol had the chance and she took it. "They’re lovely." She said smiling as she admired his breasts.

She was standing there in just her panties. On the outside he was a girl but the boy on the inside had no right to see her like this. She was going to have to go further and that bothered her now.

The compliment was appreciated in a way. He didn’t even mind too much when she gently touched him.

"They look and feel so real. You’re so lucky."

"Lucky?" He asked.

"They’re so perfect and firm. You have what every girl dreams of." She swallowed her pride. "Look at mine." She indicated how they sagged, unlike his. "I’m jealous."

"Don’t be silly." Walter told her with a smile. He looked as his again in the mirror. They did look nice and firm.

"Here," She handed him the hot pink suit. "let’s see how it looks on you."

Walter, hesitantly took off his panties and stepped into the brightly colored bathing suit. He hadn’t untied the halter straps and was struggling with it.

"No Heather. The ties are how you fit it. Here, let me help."

He felt stupid. He stood there as she untied the straps and retied them at the back of his neck after he pulled the suit up.

She tied it behind his neck for him, making sure he was comfortable in it. "How does that feel?"

It was comfortable enough. "That’s fine, thanks." He really had to wonder if he’d misjudged Carol.

Carol wasted no time in getting into her top. When she finished tugging the spandex top this way and that so she was comfortable, it was time for the hard part.

She pulled down her panties and quickly stepped into the skimpy bottoms. She wanted to hurry, to cover herself quickly but she knew how he’d see how nervous he made her and it would ruin everything she’d accomplished so far.

Carol’s scoop front bottom was very low cut. They had taken great pains when they picked out the bathing suits in the store. They had purposely bought the one piece so that he would be less hesitant the first time he had to wear a bathing suit. The next time he would wear the white bikini. This way, they hoped his acceptance would be easier and he’d wear them with less resistance.

His suit was a revealing one piece that was high cut at the legs. It came high, over his hips. It was so strange to wear but he was relieved not to have to put on the suit Carol wore.

He glanced at himself in the mirror and was shocked. It wasn’t that he looked unnatural. "I’m showing." He complained to Carol as he looked at himself and could see his breasts that weren’t completely covered. "This is too small." He turned to Carol, showing her how he stuck out of it.

"Silly, that’s the way it’s supposed to fit. You look fantastic."

He turned back to the mirror. He looked fantastic? He looked with a critical eye at himself. He did look alright, he supposed. He looked a lot skinnier that he thought he would. He turned back to Carol. "Are you sure I look alright?" The spandex bathing suit clung to his slender waist at the sides and angled down into a narrow V in his crotch.

Carol stepped over next to him. They could see each other in the mirror. He looked at her suit again and was so glad she had picked that one. The white bikini was much too revealing. He could never have worn that.

"You look fantastic." She told him enthusiastically with a warm smile.

Maybe he did, he thought to himself as he looked again.

"Now I have to tell you something and I want you to listen to what I have to say." This wasn’t going to be easy for him.

"What is it?" What now, he wondered.

"I told you, you look wonderful in your new bathing suit and I mean that from my heart. I need to know you believe me."

He believed her. He knew she wasn’t lying to him. "I believe you."

"Everything we talked about in the living room was the truth. I told you those things because I want to help you to adjust to who you’ve become. I want to help you in any way I can and I hope you’ll let me." All of this was true. Her motives were her own business.

He believed her. Everything she said made sense. "I trust you Carol." It felt funny calling the older woman by her first name. It was even stranger that he was sincere about trusting her. What was this confession all about? "What do you have to tell me?"

"Renie wanted to force you to interact with some girls she knows. She thought using the stunner was the only way. I told her that I wanted to talk to you first. I don’t like that thing or what it does to you. I told her that you and I could come to an understanding and that I could convince you to go along." Carol gave it a minute to sink in.

Walter saw an opportunity. True, he found a new friend, someone he felt he could trust, but it was an opportunity just the same. What Carol told him about Renie didn’t surprise him. "I appreciate you’re help. I know how she can be."

"Now, I don’t want you to be frightened but we’re all going to go out to her pool and get some sun this afternoon. She’s pretty sure that there’ll be some of the neighborhood teenagers there." She watched to see his reaction.

Walter took a step back, away from Carol. "Go out? In this? No, I couldn’t." No..No..! He couldn’t do that.

"You have to Heather. She’ll make you go if you don’t go willingly." Carol had no doubt of that.

Carol was right, of course. Renie would force him to go. She’d threaten him with her weapon. He didn’t know if he had the courage. He looked at his damned reflection. Could he do it, willingly? If only to trick them into trusting him?

He thought about trying to escape from Renie once he was outside but how could he? Where would he go in just the bathing suit? No, he couldn’t take off dressed in just the suit.

Walter decide he could use this opportunity to gain Renie’s trust though. If she let him go out this time and he could fool her into thinking he was cooperating, then he might get another chance. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day?

She could see he was at least thinking about it. "I’ll be with you. I’ll help you out if you need me." She promised. It was in her best interest.

He stepped back and sat on the end of the bed. He looked at Carol. He had to do it, he knew that. He had to gain Renie’s trust. Just the thought was terrifying. "You’ll stay close to me?"

"I will but you’ll need to try to do what we talked about and meet some girls. You can do that!" She assured him.

She was so sure of that? She was so sure that he’d get up the courage to go talk to strangers wearing only a girl’s bathing suit, pretending to be one of them? "I’ll try." He wasn’t so sure now that the stunner’s tickle wasn’t the better option.

Carol couldn’t resist giving him a hug. "I knew you could do it. You’re going to be alright Heather."

"Will I?" He doubted it.

"Go give Renie a shock and ask her if you can go to the pool with me. You’ll knock her socks off." Carol didn’t mind rubbing it in. Renie was always so smug, so sure her way was the only way. Carol had proved her wrong. She didn’t need any stunner to make him do what she wanted.

Walter stopped in the doorway and turned, looking back at Carol. "Why are you so anxious to help me?"

He wasn’t stupid. It was a very reasonable question. He would know if she tried to lie. Carol looked him right in the eye. "It’s the idea of taking a perfectly natural boy and making him over to be a girl. Maybe it’s the challenge of trying to get you to think and act instinctively like a girl. You already all the physical attributes. I want to give you the mental conditioning you’ll need."

She made no bones about it. Walter could see she was sincere. At least her motives were straight forward, not like Renie’s.

It did surprise Renie when he asked if they could go to the pool. He wished he was as self assured as he made out to be.

It was close to twelve thirty when they finished lunch. Walter made the three of them a tuna salad and served it on lettuce with a slice of tomato.

Walter didn’t object to the diet shake he had with it, but was too full to finish the tuna. He was amazed at how his appetite had changed over the past week.

Even with the coverup on it wasn’t easy to walk out the front door with Renie and Carol. He was scared to death as they walked down the sidewalk toward the parking lot and the pool.

Walter and Carol carried beach bags that contained everything they’d need at the pool. Carol had helped him get things together; towel, sunscreen, magazines to read, sunglasses. Renie thought it only fitting that he carry her things in his bag.

The little girl he had seen that morning with her mother was outside playing. She was the only neighbor that watched the three girls walk around the end of the building toward the pool in back.

Carol stayed close by his side. "Will you relax!" His head went from side to side as he constantly looked to see if anyone watched them.

"I can’t." He said softly. "They’re going to know." He was so sure. He checked again to see that the coverup he wore was tightly closed across his chest.

Renie was thoroughly enjoying seeing him so scared. "No one’s going to know. Just calm down."

That was easy for her to say, he thought to himself.

As they neared the large fenced in pool, Walter scanned the area to see what kind of people were there.

The pool wasn’t crowed but it wasn’t empty either. There were a half dozen people stretched out on lawn chairs and in the pool. He started having second thoughts the moment he stepped out the door of the apartment. Now, as he walked through the gate and onto the wide apron surrounding the pool, he wished he had opted for taking a jolt from Renie’s stunner. He was sure that people would see him shaking.

The back side of the pool was almost deserted. There was only an older woman back there with a little boy about eight years old. That’s where Walter would have preferred to sit. Instead, Renie led them to lounge chairs along the near side of the pool. Anyone coming through the gate would have to pass right by them.

He didn’t mind that they told him to take the lounge chair between them. Renie and Carol spread out their towels. Walter took his from the bag and spread it out on the chair.

He was just about to sit down when Renie said, "No, no Heather. Take off your shirt and get some sun." She stood next to him waiting.

This was what he dreaded. He looked around the pool to see who was watching. No one seemed to be staring but two older men on the far side of the pool were just gazing around as they talked to each other. Walter tried to think of some excuse to leave the cover up on. "I’m afraid of burning." He didn’t know what else to try.

"Just put on the sunscreen. You’ll be fine, now take it off." Renie was enjoying this. She wasn’t the least bit worried that someone might think there was anything strange about the way he looked. He was well past that point. No one could mistake him for a boy with his chest and girlish figure. He was frightened and she took a great deal of pleasure in that. Frightened or not, he was going to do what she said and she got a great deal of satisfaction from that too.

Carol felt sorry for him but he’d never get over his selfconsciousness if he didn’t at least try. "Here Heather," She said, handing him the sunscreen. "you put some on my back and I’ll do yours."

He was glad Carol was there. The fact that her motives were little better than Renie’s didn’t bother him so much now that he understood them. He took the sunscreen from her and sat down on the lounge chair beside her. Carol had her shirt off and he spread the white cream on her back.

"Thanks." Carol told him with a smile. "Now take your top off and I’ll do you."

He didn’t look to see if any one watched. He didn’t want to know. He pulled the oversized shirt he had borrowed from Renie off his shoulders and slid his arms out. He felt naked.

Funny, he thought to himself as Carol started to spread the sunscreen on his back, a week ago he would have thought nothing of going to a pool and laying out in the sun. Today he had so much to hide.

"Thanks Carol." He wasted no time when she was through, sliding over onto his chair. He quickly finished applying the sunscreen on his legs, arms and front. It was so strange to have to put sunscreen on his legs, all the way up to his crotch and waist. He also had to worry about the tops of his breasts getting burned.

With the dark sunglasses on his face he lay back in the chair with his knees pulled almost up to his chest.

"That’s no way to get some sun on your legs." Carol told him. "Stretch out." Carol gave him a playful scowl.

He looked over at her and wondered, how would she feel if the roles were reversed? He stretched his legs out in front of him.

Walter laid there, behind the dark sunglasses. He decided that if he couldn’t see anyone then they couldn’t bother him. He closed his eyes.

He felt funny when he put his head back on the chair. His hair, all pulled to the back of his head in the big clip, felt like a cushion under his head. So many odd sensations to get used to.

It was only about eighty degrees as they laid there in the early afternoon sun. It felt hotter to Walter as the perspiration ran down his face and chest. Carol had told him to take off his makeup before they left the condo. She had given him some of Renie’s waterproof mascara and eyeshadow to put on. He wondered, as he lay there, if it really worked or was it running down his face?

He was distracted by the sweat that ran down his chest and forgot all about his face. Tiny droplets ran down the valley between his breasts.

As he watched the perspiration on his smooth, hairless chest he turned to look as someone opened the gate into the pool. He looked away quickly but not before he got a good look at the young girl.

Her long dark brown hair was gathered into a pony tail that laid over her shoulder and draped over one side of her bikini top. She was very pretty, with big brown eyes and a turned up nose. He thought to himself as he looked her over in that split second, that he’d have nothing to worry about if he looked like her.

It wasn’t her figure that he envied, but her face. His new figure was nice enough. He didn’t have the full hips that she had but he remembered Carol’s comment earlier, when she told him that he had hips that any girl would envy.

Walter turned his head back to the front and closed his eyes again, behind his sunglasses. The girl was going to walk right in front of them and he wanted to pretend he was asleep.

He heard her footfalls in the water that had been splashed out of the pool. He waited nervously for her to pass.

Renie and Tina had met for the first time just this summer. They had spent a number of afternoons just talking as they lay around the pool. The first afternoon they met, the pool had been very crowded and Renie took the last recliner available, it just happened to be next to Tina and her friends. Now Renie waited for the girl to approach and say hello. Tina was just the kind of friend that Heather needed.

Carol didn’t know Tina. She watched the pretty young girl as she walked toward them. She thought to herself that this girl might make a nice friend for the boy.

"Hi Renie." Tina spotted the woman as she came through the pool gate. The other two women she didn’t recognize.

"Hi Tina." Renie replied pleasantly.

Tina stopped in front of Renie.

Walter peaked under one squinted eyelid. Why did the girl have to stop, he asked himself in despair?

"I didn’t see you here last weekend." Tina remarked to her friend. Tina admired Renie. She was a beautiful woman. Tina knew, through past conversations, that Renie was a successful business woman and Tina was envious. It wasn’t that often that a woman rose to a position in management, especially a woman so young and attractive. It was Tina’s dream to become as successful as Renie.

"I had a pretty hectic weekend. There wasn’t enough time to get down here." She told the girl.

"Why don’t you join us?" Carol suggested to the girl. It would save Heather a little apprehension if she did. It would certainly be easier than him trying to strike up a conversation with her.

Walter prayed she’d decline. He wished he could cover himself from head to toe.

Renie introduced her companions. "Tina, this is Carol." She said, pointing to her friend.

"Hi Tina. It’s nice to meet you." Carol said with a smile.

Tina’s first reaction toward Renie’s friend was that she was friendly and almost as attractive as Renie. Was she too a successful business woman, Tina wondered? She must be if she was Renie’s friend. "It’s nice to meet you."

Tina thought it odd that the third one of their group would be lying there asleep. Surely the sound of their conversation would have woken her by now.

Renie looked over at the boy, rudely lying there with his eyes closed. "And the sleepyhead here is my niece, Heather."

Walter knew he had no choice but to open his eyes and acknowledge the girl. He looked up at her and, with his practiced, but unsure, smile, said, "Hi Tina." He felt extremely uncomfortable as he looked up at the girl standing before him.

He felt almost naked in the body hugging girl’s suit, with his legs stretched out in front of him, smooth and hairless. The thin material of the suit only just covered his unnaturally feminine crotch. Walter felt so selfconscious.

"Hi Heather." Tina said smiling back. So Renie had a niece visiting her. The girl wasn’t as old as she originally assumed. Sixteen, maybe seventeen, Tina decided, about her age.

The girl was attractive. She had nice hair and a pretty face. What really struck Tina was how slender she was and how proportioned her body was. Tina’s breasts were too big for her frame. That was something that always bothered her. Renie’s niece had a much nicer figure than her’s.

Renie backed up Carol’s offer to have her sit with them. "Why don’t you join us?"

It was nice of them to offer but, "I’m expecting a few friends in a little while." It was one thing to pass the time of day with them but her friends and her would feel out of place, hanging around with the older women. "I’ll just wait for them here."

Renie pulled her feet back to give Tina a place to sit.

Tina turned to the girl. "So, how do you like Boston?"

Walter’s head spun to look at Tina, surprised at her question. He would have preferred she just left him out of any conversation. He reluctantly answered. "It’s nice."

Tina was surprised to learn that Heather had moved in with her aunt.

It was awkward to try and make small talk with the girl. She asked Walter questions, curious about his home town, his old school and friends. It got easier for him as he went on, modifying his answers to fit his new role. He had to admit, Carol had been right. It wasn’t so hard.

Tina finally decided she better go secure lounger for her friends. It was a beautiful warm day and the pool was beginning to get crowded.

Tina turned to Renie’s niece. "You’re welcome to join us if you want Heather." She offered. Tina just thought she might have more fun with them than with the two older women. She assumed that Heather would rather be around kids her own age.

Walter was just about to thank her and refuse when Carol spoke up.

"That’s a great idea. Go ahead Heather. Your Aunt and I are fine and we have some things to talk about. You’d only be bored." Carol encouraged him. This was just what he needed.

Renie echoed the sentiment. "Go on Heather." She couldn’t physically push him to go with the girl. He be close enough to keep an eye on.

Now what could he say? The girl was waiting for his response. He turned to Renie. "Are you....."

"Go on. I don’t mind. We have lots of time to spend together." Renie turned to Tina. "Heather’s going to live with me now. Her father just passed away." That would give them something to talk about, she decided.

That cinched it. He had no excuses left. The two of them were going to get just what they hoped for. He had to go with Tina now. She was still waiting for him to respond.

"Sure, thanks." Again he tried to look pleasant, smiling. Walter sat up and gathered his towel, shirt and bag.

"There, I’ll carry that." Tina reached out and took her shirt and towel, leaving her to carry her beach bag.

Walter stood there, at the foot of the lounger, looking from Renie to Carol. He interpreted Renie’s grin as twisted satisfaction. Carol’s was encouragement.

Dressed in only the bathing suit, he followed Tina down the length of the pool to the far end. Walter wondered as he followed her, did his ass look as sexy as Tina’s when he walked?

He was aware of the look from the two older men from across the pool. They might have been looking at Tina in her little bikini top but he felt as if their eyes were fixed on him.

Tina finally stopped at the far end of the pool and put her things down on a lounger. "This is were we always sit." She explained to her new friend.

He didn’t know what to say. "This is fine."

"You come here a lot?" He asked as he spread his towel out quickly. He didn’t want to stand there any longer than he had to. Walter felt so conspicuous in his bathing suit. Would he ever get accustomed to the breasts that bounced like a sacks of Jello on his chest? He couldn’t imagine.

"Almost every weekend." Tina told her. She was dying to ask what happened to her father but wasn’t sure if talking about it would upset Heather. "Everybody hangs out here."

Where was her mother, Tina wondered? If Heather’s father was just deceased, why didn’t she go live with her?

"Everybody?" He asked as he settled into the chair. How many friends was she expecting? The thought of have to play the game with a whole group of girls made him feel almost faint.

Tina stretched out on her towel and turned to look at Heather. "There’s usually about five or six of us most weekends. You’ll like them." Tina prided herself on her circle of friends.

That many? How could he contend with that many girls? He was near panic with just this one.

Neither of them spoke for a minute but it seemed longer to Walter. The silence between them was unnerving. He didn’t know what to say but he had to say something. He remembered what Carol had told him. "Tina, I really like your suit." It sounded so funny to say. He wondered if he shouldn’t have said anything?

"Thanks, it’s new. I was just going to say I love yours too. You look terrific in it. I wish I could wear a suit like that." Not with her big breasts.

He didn’t understand why not but he wasn’t about to ask and sound stupid. His question was answered for him a second later.

"I wish I had a figure like yours." Tina continued. "I have such a hard time finding things that fit me right." Tina adjusted her bikini top. "It must be real easy for you to pick out clothes."

Now he understood what she meant but how would a normal girl reply to that? This was the part that terrified him almost as much as being out there, dressed the way he was. He took a guess at what to say, "Most of the time." He answered, forcing a smile.

Did she see past the strained smile to the boy behind it? If she did, she didn’t give away any indication. She must really think he’s the strangest girl she ever met.

Walter wanted her to accept him as Heather, if that was possible. Having her accept him as a friend would make it easier for him when her friends showed up.

He was just about to make a comment about her long hair. He really liked girls with long hair and her’s was beautiful. He didn’t complement her because he noticed that something had her attention and he turned to follow her gaze.

Tina waved as Gina and Trish came through the pool gate. She turned and saw Heather looking at them. "That’s Gina and Trish." She explained. "Trish is the one on the left.

Walter looked at the blond, the one Tina called Trish. She was every bit as pretty as Tina. Her yellow blond hair wasn’t as long as Tina’s, only falling a few inches below her shoulders. She was wide eyed, with a big smile that looked permanently fixed. She was every bit as shapely as Tina but with smaller breasts. She looked terrific in her two piece as she and the other girl, Gina, walked toward them with a confidence he envied.

Gina was a little thing. Walter figured she wasn’t any taller than five two. She must be Italian, Walter decided, with her dark coloring and straight, jet black hair. She looked like a pixie. She had as nice a figure as either of the other two, just in miniature.

"Hi Tina." Trish said as they walked up to her friend and the strange girl. She wondered who the stranger was?

"Hi Trish, hi Gina." Tina immediately introduced Heather. "Trish, Gina, this is Heather."

Walter tried not to let his voice give away the fear he felt. He smiled and said, "Hi" to them both. He was absolutely petrified that at any second one of them would recognize him for what he was.

After they returned his hello, Tina explained, "Heather’s Renie’s niece. She just moved in with her. Her father just passed away." Tina explained.

"How awful. I’m so sorry Heather." Trish told the girl, appalled by the tragedy she’d suffered.

"Me too." Gina added. She was just as sympathetic. "That’s terrible."

The pair sat down on the end of the lounger. Walter and Tina had to pull their legs up to make room for them.

"What happened?" Trish asked, dying to hear what happened to her father. She had the same question about her mother as Tina.

Her question annoyed Tina. Trish could be so insensitive some times. At least her own curiosity would be satisfied though.

Walter hadn’t expected this. He didn’t want to be the center of attention and hadn’t given much thought to making up a story since Renie told Tina the lie. He had to think fast now and it wasn’t easy with the three girls staring at him.

Walter didn’t have the presence of mind to remember the details of the story he and Linda had told Linda’s mother. He was too flustered. "There was a fire." He told them.

He bought a few precious seconds to think. The story of how he was raised by a twisted father was too much for him to tell these girls. He was sure he’d never be convincing enough. Parts of it he could use though.

Linda. What would she think if she saw him now? He had thought of her and Patty so often in the past week. Did they wonder what had become of him? No, they didn’t even know he was gone from his uncle’s. How could they?

Walter smiled to himself, Linda would probably be thrilled and happy for him if she could see him now. She thought he made a wonderful girl. Now, with what Renie had done to him, he supposed he did, sort of.

Heather looked lost in thought and didn’t hear the question the first time Gina asked. "Heather?"

He snapped out of his faraway thoughts, "I’m sorry, did you say something?"

Gina understood how she could be so out of it. "I just asked where your mother is?"

This part of Linda’s fairy tale he could use. It was almost the truth. "My Mom died a long time ago. When I was little."

Tina was sorry they were so curious. It had to be awful for Heather, with no mother or father."

Trish’s curiosity wasn’t satisfied. She had no problem asking, "Any brothers or sisters?"

Trish was making it easy for him to tell the tale. "Three brothers." He told them. "The were all in the house with my father when it burned." Walter looked away from them as he told this part of the story. Some grief was appropriate at this point.

Walter wasn’t a very good liar and fear was the overwhelming emotion he was feeling at the moment. Looking away, looking distraught, was a blessing. It allowed him to hide his face from the curious threesome.

"Your brothers were killed too? God, how awful." Tina felt so sorry for her. She just wanted to console Heather.

"You must have been devastated." Trish remarked.

He only nodded, still looking away.

"How old were you when your Mom died." Tina asked.

"I was only three." He turned back at the sound of Tina’s voice. Fear gave color to his face. "My Dad and my older brothers raised me." He didn’t have to try very hard to look heartsick. He felt that way most of the time. Covering it up was the difficult part.

Gina could see it was difficult for Heather to talk about. She put a slender arm around her shoulder and held her. "Let’s change the subject." She told the others.

Tina agreed.

Trish wouldn’t have minded hearing more but thought better of it.

Tina changed the subject, "So you’re going to live with your Aunt Renie. I really like her. She’s so beautiful." Tina glanced over in her direction and saw that she and her friend were watching them. Tina smiled at her and saw her smile back.

Walter would have told them what she was really like if he could. He didn’t have any problem this time, telling them what he thought they wanted to hear. "She’s been really wonderful, taking me in. Aunt Renie’s trying really hard to help me adjust." He did have a problem sounding excited about living with her.

"Where did you live before?" Gina asked Heather. She didn’t notice her attitude toward her aunt.

"In Ohio." He told her the truth for once.

"It must have been awful to have to leave all your friends?" Trish had always lived in Boston. She’d never move away from her friends.

Walter was glad they were believing him. Still, he wished the conversation would take a different direction. It wasn’t easy to keep lying the way he had been.

"I only had a few, mostly boys." He told them. He was careful to maintain his look of melancholy.

"Nothing wrong with that." Gina said with a big grin.

Tina agreed. "That doesn’t sound so bad." She didn’t understand why Heather looked sort of sad.

They took what he said the wrong way. Now he’d have to explain, somewhat.

Trish could imagine what it was like to be surrounded by mostly boys. No big thing to her.

Walter knew they might, no, would, think him strange with what he was going to tell them but he knew it would make things easier for him so he just blurted it out. He told them how Heather was treated like just another of the guys; acting, dressing and being treated like one of them.

"How awful!" Tina said, shocked.

"It was pretty confusing." Walter added. The story was working.

"You must have had some girlfriends?" Gina couldn’t imagine having no one to grow up with.

He slipped back into the melancholy look. "There were a few girls that lived nearby but they all teased me. They didn’t understand that I didn’t want to be treated as one of the guys. They thought, since I dressed like a guy, that I was queer or something. They called me names and teased me a lot. They didn’t let me play with them when I was little and as I grew up, we had less and less in common." The look of shock on their faces satisfied Walter. "At school, hardly any of them would even talk to me."

That was enough. He had told them just enough to understand if he acted a little strange, a little out of character.

Tina’s and Gina’s hearts went out to her.

Trish just couldn’t imagine what it could have been like for her. She looked at her in a different light now. Heather was pretty enough but she was different. She was an oddity and Trish didn’t hang around with girls like her, girls that were different. She was a little annoyed that her friends took to her so easily.

It was a shame that it took the death of her father and brothers for her to escape from that horrible life. "Well, you’ve got plenty of friends now Heather." Tina slid her legs off the side of the chair while Heather told her story. Now she got up and sat down next to Heather, giving her a hug.

Gina barely waited for Tina to let go of her before she gave her a hug that said she was accepted by her as a friend too. "You’re going to really love living here. We’re going to have lots of fun together."

Trish wasn’t as enthused but she wasn’t about to look cold and unfeeling in Gina’s and Tina’s eyes. She hugged Heather too.

This wasn’t exactly what he had bargained for. He would have been quite content to be left alone. He had half hoped to alienate them somewhat with his story but it had just the opposite effect.

Gina took the lounger right next to Heather while Trish was quite content to lay out on the other side of Tina, away from the new girl.

Tina took over the conversation and turned it away from Heather. The girl didn’t need to be reminded of everything she had been through.

Walter was content to keep quiet for a while and just listen to them talk. It was a relief.

Renie and Carol quietly watched him. They both were thrilled when the girls hugged him. They didn’t know what he had said to win their affection that way but it must have been quite something.

Carol was thrilled with what they witnessed. He was accepted by them as Heather, that was obvious. This was going to make it a lot easier for him to adjust. His new friends were an invaluable source of experience and awareness for him to draw and learn from. He wouldn’t be able to help himself now. Human nature was the desperate desire to belong, to fit in. In order for him to do that, he would have to learn to change and become more like them. Carol was delighted.

Renie watched him with fascination. She wondered what was going through his mind? He was terrified, of course. He had to be so selfconscious, sitting there talking with the three lovely girls. She wished she could get inside his thoughts.

Renie couldn’t help but feel aroused. She wished she could take him back to her bedroom right now and make him perform for her. She’d have to wait. She couldn’t do anything with Carol around. Trying to push the thoughts from her mind, she picked up her magazine and tried to read.

Walter met Shelley, Christen and Liz when they joined the small group. Shelley was a tall, very slender girl. She was at least five ten, all of four inches taller than him. Christen was his height but somewhat overweight. She looked terrible in her two piece bathing suit. He took some satisfaction in that Heather looked better then her in a bathing suit.

Liz was taller than him too, by about an inch. Her figure left something to be desired too. She was a rail and almost flat chested. Again, he felt some satisfaction in how he looked.

It was bizarre that he was comparing himself to them now. Comparing their looks, their hair, their shapes to his. Not one of them suspected his secret, as he was impelled by the others to tell his story again. This time he had help from Tina, Trish and Gina. They jumped in and told their friends parts of his story.

Shelley, Christen and Liz were all shocked by what Heather had been forced to endure. That was no way for a girl to have been raised.

Liz echoed all their feelings when she told Heather, "We’re really glad to know you Heather and you don’t have to worry about having girlfriends now." Liz knew that a pretty girl like Heather would have plenty of guys after her and she and the others would all help her to adjust.

When they all finished filling the new arrivals in on his, no, Heather’s, horrible childhood, he had six new friends. Only Trish he didn’t care for. She said much the same things as the others but she wasn’t being honest with him. He could feel that she didn’t like him, that he made her uncomfortable.

He listened as they talked of things almost totally alien to him. He added hardly anything to their conversations. He only joined in when one of them asked him his opinion about things. He would have been uncomfortable offering more but he would have liked to feel more a part of their group, to feel like he belonged somewhere. He was careful not to avoid saying too much about things he knew nothing about.

They talked about clothes, hair, makeup and boys. He felt so out of place.

They had been buzzing back and forth, oblivious of everything and everyone around them until Mike and Ian arrived.

Walter thought he had been uncomfortable before. It was nothing compared to the way he felt when he was introduced to the two boys that startled him as he lay stretched out in his revealing bathing suit. Walter instantly clamped his legs together and pulled his knees up to his chest. It was an unconscious move on his part. He was terrified.

He had almost reached the point that he could ignore everyone else around the big pool, surrounded by the girls. Now that feeling of selfconfidence disappeared, with the boys’ arrival.

They had walked up unnoticed by Walter, as he talked with Gina, telling her about the perm and makeover he had gotten on Monday and how nice it was to have everyone fuss over him the way they did. Now, when he looked back on it, he did enjoy it.

With the new arrivals to the group, Walter clammed up, saying nothing.

Mike thought Heather was cute but a little to shy for him. She wouldn’t even look at him when he said hello. Mike was more turned on by the outgoing type.

Ian thought it was nice to meet a girl like Heather. Most of the girls he knew were so stuck up. It was a pleasure to meet a pretty girl like her.

Mike was a big guy, at least five foot ten and a hundred and sixty pounds. The type of guy that Walter had always envied. He had broad shoulders and a muscular build. His features were decidedly masculine, not like Walter’s. He was jealous of the boy. Walter couldn’t bring himself to look at him when he looked his way.

Ian was not quite as big as Mike but he was still very much a guy. He couldn’t look him in the eye either but he wasn’t quite as intimidating. He could tell that Ian wasn’t like Mike, in the way he talked to the girls, the way he acted. Ian wasn’t as self assured as Mike and for some reason, the girls were quicker to make conversation with Ian. He supposed they felt more relaxed around him.

As the two guys stood there in front of the group of girls, Walter looked at them in their bathing suits. Mike wore a tighter fitting suit than Ian and Walter could easily make out his manhood beneath the material of the suit.

He look away and down at himself. He looked at his smooth, hairless legs stretched out in front of him and the tight fitting suit that showed nothing beneath the thin material. Where was his manhood now, he asked himself sadly?

Ian summoned his courage and walked up to her. "So, Heather. You’re new here." He felt very uncomfortable around girls. He never knew what to say when he first met one he thought he liked. He had passed up so many opportunities because he was afraid. He wished he was more like his friends that found it so easy to just walk up to a girl and start a conversation. He hoped he’d have better luck with Heather since she was new and hadn’t been hit on yet by the other guys.

Walter didn’t like this at all. He wanted nothing to do with Ian, or any other guy. It was hard to believe, but a blessing none the less, that everyone seemed to be so blind that they didn’t realize what he really was? What did Renie and Carol really expect from him? Did they expect him to carry the act so far that he should become friends with guys? They couldn’t expect that!

Walter had been lost in his thoughts for an instant. He answered Ian with his head still bowed, "Yes." He said in a meek tone.

He had never met a girl this shy. Ian liked that about her, probably because he was the same way. He wasn’t sure what to say next but he had to say something, he started this. "So, where are you going to go to school? You going to go to Glendale?" It was a lame thing to say and Ian knew it but it just came out.

School! With everything that was happening to him, he hadn’t given a thought to school. School was out of the question. He couldn’t go, not now. No! Walter could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Ian was waiting for an answer and Walter had to give him one. "I don’t know yet." That was all he volunteered. Walter suddenly had a great deal more to think about.

"If you’re going to live here with your Aunt them I’m sure you’ll go to Glendale with the rest of us." That thought made Ian happy.

He tried to remain calm but it wasn’t easy. He tried to picture himself going to high school as Heather. Going to classes in a strange school, dressed as a girl, acting like a girl, pretending to be a girl. He just couldn’t do that. Walter was beginning to feel sick to his stomach.

"I wonder what they’re talking about?" Carol mused.

"I wish I knew. I would really have preferred to have Tina and her friends sit with us so we could have listened in." Renie was dying of curiosity. She had given up trying to read her magazine and just watched them. Her excitement hadn’t passed but she kept it in check.

"No, this is better. Heather needs to spend as much time as he can with girls his age." She kept her voice down so no one would overhear her. Carol was glad they had brought him out here.

Renie wasn’t as thrilled. She felt a twinge of jealousy, seeing him amidst the group of girls and seeing him talking to the boy. Feminizing him had seemed like the thing to do at the time but she wondered now if it was really what she wanted. She wanted him uncomfortable with the role they made him play, not happy with it. Would she find him as exciting if he became too much like a girl? She didn’t think so. There was a definite thrill to forcing him to be something he wasn’t and she didn’t want to loose that. No, Renie had to find a way to keep him off balance, unsure of himself and scared.

Walter just sat there listening to Ian talk about himself. He only listened with half an hear as he tried to listen to what Gina and Liz were discussing. They were still talking about hair and makeup and Walter would have preferred to hear what they had to say. He certainly would have preferred it to talking with this boy.

"...and this fall I should be playing first string." Ian told her bragging. "I played tight end last year and the coach swore he’d start me this year."

Walter didn’t understand why Ian just kept on talking to him when he was trying so hard to look uninterested. Walter had a magazine he had taken from his bag. He was flipping the pages and not even looking at Ian as he rambled on. Why didn’t he give up and go away?

He couldn’t be entirely rude to the guy. That just wasn’t the way Walter was. "That sounds very exciting." He glanced up and told him. Ian was looking directly at him when he looked up for a second. The guy’s smile was disturbing and Walter looked back down quickly. Walter didn’t want to encourage him in any way.

Walter would have loved to go out for football but he was too small to make the team. The day he had gone to the coach to ask about joining the team had been one of the most embarrassing days of his life. The coach hadn’t said it outright but it was clear enough just the same. The coach had said he was afraid that Walter wasn’t quite football material. He had made a remark as Walter was leaving that wasn’t intended for his ears. Walter heard him suggest to his assistant couch that Walter should try out for the girl’s volleyball team instead. He had felt shattered that day and never forgot. He hadn’t been to even one of his school’s games since that day. He was too embarrassed to show his face.

What Ian said next, shocked Walter.

"Would you like to go to a movie with me sometime." It took Ian a lot of courage to ask Heather out but he didn’t want to loose out to any of the other guys. He knew once they met her, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Walter looked up from his magazine, stunned. He looked the guy in the face and was speechless.

Tina had been listening to their conversation. It was obvious that Heather was uncomfortable talking to Ian. Considering what they had learned about Heather, that wasn’t surprising.

Tina liked Ian, as a friend. He was one of the nicest boys she knew despite the fact that he was so shy. She was amazed that he found the courage to ask Heather out.

She had to save Heather. They had planned on going to the movies tonight anyway. "Why don’t you to go with us tonight. We’re all going to go to see ‘Batman II’." She suggested to Ian and Heather.

Walter looked at Tina then back to Ian. He was still dumfounded. Walter didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to go to a movie with Ian, or anyone else. He had to say something though. "I think Aunt Renie said we had plans to do something tonight." He had to say something to get out of it. He really had no idea what they had planned for him but anything would be better than going out with Ian and the others.

"Let’s go see." Tina suggested, getting up from her chair. "Ian, why don’t you wait here while Heather and I go find out?"

Walter didn’t expect her to do this. He didn’t mind leaving the guy though. He didn’t realize until they were walking away from the others that he might be being watched. He mimicked Tina’s light step and tried to walk more on his toes. When he glanced back he saw Ian and Mike looking. He felt so conspicuous. He wished he were dead.

Tina walked up to Renie and asked, "Heather and I were wondering if you had any plans tonight? A few of us are going to the movies and we wanted her to come." She didn’t mention Ian, and his interest in her niece.

Walter stood there with his mouth open. Tina had taken charge and didn’t give him a chance to speak. He didn’t know what he would have said now if he had the chance.

Carol smiled with delight, she thought it was a wonderful idea. Her only reservation was that it was a little soon. He wasn’t ready yet and he might try to get away.

Renie wasn’t so thrilled. "I’m sorry Heather but we’ve got plans tonight." She had no intention of letting him go off anywhere without her. "Maybe another time." She told Tina. Renie had plans for tonight and she wasn’t about to have them thwarted.

Tina was disappointed. She had grown fond of Heather and wanted to introduce her to some of her other friends.

Walter, to say the least, was relieved. While it would have offered him a chance to get away he was too afraid to go off with Tina and her friends, pretending. He did wonder what Renie’s ‘plans’ were for them?

Renie had a thought. "Tina, Carol and I are going to take Heather shopping tomorrow. We need to get her some new clothes. Would you like to join us?"

This was the first Carol heard of Renie’s plans. She liked the idea. Having Tina join them was perfect. "Yes, please do." She said enthusiastically.

Tina didn’t have plans for Sunday. It might be fun. "Sure!" She turned to Heather. "I have to go to church in the morning but I’ll be home by noon. Will that be ok?" She asked her.

Walter didn’t know what to say. The idea of going shopping didn’t terrify him as much as it had. He’d done that and got away with it before. Having Tina and Carol come along wouldn’t be so bad. He liked them and getting along with the girl wasn’t as awkward as he’d thought it would be. As long as it was just her, fine. Walter turned to Renie to answer Tina’s question. He had no idea if it was alright, but he hoped it was.

"That’s fine. We were going to sleep late in the morning anyway." Renie thought about her plans for the boy and smiled.

For a second, Renie thought it might be fun to take him to church but she had nothing appropriate for him to wear. She’d correct that oversight.

Now he had to go back and turn down Ian. He had some experience in that department. Walter had been turned down for dates numerous times. He was never the type that attracted girls. It was still going to be awkward to tell him no.

He walked side by side with Tina, back to the others. He remembered to mimic Tina’s walk, although he felt funny doing it.

"maybe you should have let him go. It would have been a good experience for him." Carol said to Renie when they were out of earshot. She had watched how he walked and was delighted that he was taking her advice, mimicking his new friend and learning.

"He’s not ready to go off with a bunch of kids, especially boys. He needs more time to become acclimated. Besides, I don’t trust him yet. He could just disappear on us." Renie wouldn’t risk that.

Carol had been watching him walk away too and thought he looked adorable, trying to be more like his new friend.

"Where’s he going to go? Back to his uncle? You and I both know that he’ll never be able to go back there, even if he wanted to." That was out of the question. "He’s got nowhere to go but with us." Carol tried to assure Renie. She really wanted him to have the time with the other kids, to adapt and learn.

Renie could see her point. She just wasn’t about to give him that freedom and she couldn’t explain to Carol why. Carol was getting more and more protective of him and she didn’t like it. She couldn’t give away her motives to her. "It’s just too soon to throw him out there alone. He needs more time. We’ll take his new friend along tomorrow. That will be good for him." Renie thought that might appease Carol.

Maybe Renie was right. Maybe she was pressing him too much. Shopping for Heather, with Tina along, would be fun and they’d be there to keep anything from going wrong. Carol conceded.

Ian played it down like it was no big deal but he was disappointed. It wasn’t often that he tried and failing really bothered him.

Walter could see he was hurt. He didn’t like to see anyone hurt, even under these circumstances. He knew how it felt. Why he said to him, "Another time." he wasn’t sure, and he regretted it as soon as he said it because the guy’s spirits perked right back up. Walter would have preferred that Ian just go away and leave him alone.

They had been at the pool for almost an hour and the sun was hot. Mike, Liz, Shelley and Trish had already had enough and jumped into the pool. Under any other circumstances than these, he would have joined them. He was wasn’t about to get in the water. The boys were horsing around and he didn’t want any part of that. He did go as far as to sit on the edge and dangle his feet in the water.

He watched the other girls in the water and they didn’t appear to have any problem. The fact that he was sweating wasn’t enough to get him to join them.

One by one the others conceded to the heat. Finally, he was alone, with everyone else in the pool.

"I think Heather looks hot." Mike told Ian and Gina.

Gina knew what he was thinking. "Leave her alone Mike. She obviously doesn’t want to get wet."

"Yea Mike, leave her alone." Ian felt protective of Heather.

Mike wasn’t surprised by Ian’s comment. "What’s the big deal." He teased his friend. "You in love or something?"

Walter could see them talking and looking at him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he had a pretty good idea. He thought about packing up his things and leaving before Mike decided to throw him in the pool.

Mike felt like they were ganging up on him. He liked Gina and had hoped for a long time that she would break up with Greg so he could have a shot at her. Dunking the new girl wasn’t worth loosing his shot at her some day. He let it go.

Walter could see that Mike lost interest and was very relieved to see him turn his attention to Gina. He relaxed only a little and decided not to take off as long as the guys left him alone.

The next hour passed awkwardly. Ian decided to keep him company while the others horsed around in the pool.

Finally, Ian and Mike had to leave. Walter wasn’t sorry to see them go. The girls had enough of the water and rejoined Walter.

Walter was just beginning to get comfortable in their company again when Renie and Carol came over and announced it was time to leave. "We have to go." Renie announced.

"What time is it?" Walter asked. It couldn’t be so late already?

"It’s three forty five," Carol told him. She was thrilled that he had such fun today. It was obvious that he wasn’t anxious to leave his new friends. He looked so cute there among the girls. He looked like he really belonged.

"So I’ll come over around twelve thirty?" Tina asked Heather.

"That’s fine." Walter told her as he gave a Carol a questioning look.

Carol gave him a confirming nod. It was cute the way he asked, she thought.

"I have to go too." Tina told her friends as she packed up her things.

They all walked out of the pool gate together. As Tina turned to go toward her apartment she suggested to Heather, "Maybe tomorrow, when we get back, you can come over to my place for a while."

Renie and Carol heard the invitation as they walked ahead of them.

No way, Renie said to herself. "I’m afraid we have plans to go out to dinner tomorrow." She told Tina. "Maybe you’d like to come over next week?" She suggested to the girl. That would be fine. She wanted him close to her.

Walter didn’t know about Renie’s dinner plans. He wondered where they’d be going. Maybe it would be his chance to escape?

Tina didn’t commit. "I’ll have to see." She turned to Heather and said with a smile, "I’ll see you tomorrow."

Walter returned her smile. It wasn’t a forced smile, like when they first met. "Ok. See you later." He was glad he met Tina. He was glad he met most of them. They had done a lot to make him feel more comfortable with himself today and he appreciated it.

Walter hated to admit it as he walk along with Renie and Carol, toward Renie’s, but it was true. "I had fun. Tina and her friends are really nice. Thanks for suggesting the pool Carol." It was all part of his scheme to put them off guard, he told himself and it was partly true.

Carol believed him. She had seen him when he was engrossed in conversation and wasn’t aware that she was watching. She had seen how he seemed to join in willing, the things they did. "I’m glad Heather. See, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be."

He smiled sheepishly, "No, it wasn’t." He had made a few mistakes he was aware of and he probably made others but he caught himself before anyone noticed. It wasn’t that he wanted to be like them but if he had to pretend in front of someone like Tina or Gina and their friends then he was going to do the best he could. He liked them and he liked feeling as though they were his friends. He wanted desperately to belong, somewhere, anywhere.

"You did fine." Renie assured him. She wasn’t as thrilled with today as she thought she’d be. He was acclimating to well, too easily.

Oddly, Walter was actually looking forward to Sunday. He really liked Tina and he felt much the same toward Carol. She hadn’t lied to him and he trusted her to help him. "Thanks." He told Renie. He thought it was what she wanted to hear.

They all showered and got dressed for dinner. Renie insisted that he put on the white dress. It took Walter till six to be ready. He did his hair and makeup himself.

Carol helped him cook dinner. He did the cooking but Carol guided him. He was taught to make stuffed chicken. He cooked frozen vegetables and made a creamed potato dish. It killed him that he had to just watch Renie and Carol eat it while he drank his shake. When he thought about it though, he did still want to lose those last few pounds. It was just that everything smelled so good.

Carol left after helping him clean up the kitchen. She snuck him a small piece of the chicken as she cleaned the plates into the sink. They exchanged looks and smiles as she stood in front of him as he quickly ate the small taste of real food.

Walter was more sure than ever that he’d made a friend.

He was sorry to see her leave so early when Renie insisted that he needed to get some sleep after his busy day. "Heather’s still recovering from her surgery." She reminded Carol.

Carol hadn’t planned on going home so early either. She was disappointed. She wanted to spend more time with the boy. She knew she could help him with his transformation. She wanted to help.

Now was the time Renie had waited for all day. "Let’s get ready for bed Heather."

Walter had no idea she had plans for him. It had been an exhausting day. He wasn’t sore from the surgery but he was tired.

Renie followed him to his room. "Why don’t you put on the pink nightie tonight." She suggested, sitting on the edge of his bed.

He’d hoped she’d leave and just let him get ready for bed but it was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to watch him change.

"Shouldn’t I wash first?" He asked, trying to stall.

"No, you can do that after." She said with a grin. He looked so pretty with his hair and makeup done so nicely. She wanted him to leave it.

He couldn’t stall any longer. The pink nightie was so small and delicate. It was a baby doll nightie and he felt ridiculous as he slipped it over his head after undressing. It had matching lace panties.

"That looks lovely on you Heather." Renie said smiling. He was not a disappointment at all. He looked adorable and so uncomfortable. This was the way she liked him.

"Come on." She put her hand out to him. "You’re going to sleep with me tonight."

Walter pulled back, afraid. Now he understood why Renie wanted Carol to leave so early.

"Heather." Renie said commandingly. She extended her hand again. She had the zapper on her and she wasn’t worried about using it if she had to.

Walter weighed his options. He could see the bulge in her dress pocket. He had seen it when he came out of the bedroom before dinner. He knew what it was.

Reluctantly, he took her hand and let her lead him to her room.

"Undress me." She told him, standing next to her bed. "Hang up my things carefully." She told him as he picked up her dress from the floor after she stepped out of it.

It was scary. It should have been exciting and it would have been under different circumstances. Renie was a beautiful woman, sick and twisted, but beautiful.

He folded her slip carefully and placed it in her dresser drawer. He place each of her things in their place as she directed him. Renie told him which of her nighties she wanted to wear and her held it up for her to slip on.

Renie was so turned on. Her nipples were swollen and she had goose bumps from anticipation. "Come over here Heather." She told him, patting the bed next to where she sat now.

Walter wanted to run but there was nowhere to go. Renie’s zapper now lay next to her on the bed. Walter sat gingerly along side the woman.

Renie reach over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She took out something she’d bought just for tonight and the many others that would follow.

Walter saw the handcuffs with and really got scared. He couldn’t just sit there. He jumped from the bed.

Renie expected his reaction. He hadn’t taken two steps when the jolt from the stunner made him crumble to the floor.

Renie didn’t have any trouble getting him up on the bed. One end of the handcuffs went around his ankle, the other attached to the foot board. The chain was long enough to give him the freedom of the bed, no more.

His head cleared slowly. She had him trapped.

She was insatiable. Finally, Walter was allowed to lay back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted.

It was wonderful. He obeyed her every whim. Renie lay there looking adoringly at the pretty boy as he lay beside her. She stroked his hair. "Now it’s your turn lover." She said.

He was lying on his side, turned away from her and her turned his head at her words. ‘His turn?’

Renie slid out from under the covers. She went into the bathroom and opened the closet to find what she wanted. She warmed the life like dildo under warm water. She put on a thin coat of one of her sensual oils to lubricate the toy.

Walter panicked when he saw what she carried back into the bedroom. He couldn’t go anywhere but he wasn’t about to let her do what he thought she had in mind. She squirmed away from her as she sat on his side of the bed. "No..no! Please..no!" He begged.

 

(continued in Part 4)

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