Copyright © 2000 by Constance Grant Manasquan, NJ all rights reserved

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended.

With his permission, this story is based on characters and back plot created by I. R. Nixon, namely, Cathy Greenbriar and the girls at the ‘Styles By The Group’ full service salon.

Any comments are welcome.
While PG-13, this story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with cross-dressing. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T.

 

A Lesson For Cathy            by: Constance Grant        ConnieBabe69@hotmail.com

 

Part 1 – Cathy’s Blue Monday

Cathy Greenbriar had a bad Monday, maybe the worst of her entire seventeen years of existence.

Oh it started off great, her mom had given her a pair of white, with baby blue and pink trim, elevated sneakers as an "I Love You" surprise Sunday night. She had lusted for them, but they were very expensive, dropped hints and everything; ‘mom could be pretty great sometimes,’ Cathy reflected. Today would be her first day wearing them, and she was psyched.

Cathy was only five foot seven, but she worked out daily with heavy weights, with seventeen-inch biceps, huge shoulders, and very little fat she was formidable. Until she started growing facial hair she took a high dosage an herbal equivalent of steroids daily, and her weight coach thought they were responsible for her bulky muscles.

She took pleasure in physically intimidating most everybody, but especially boys. Her one pet peeve was, intimidated and quivering or not, she had to look up to most of them. After a while, high heels were too damn uncomfortable, and besides, she didn’t want to be a sex object for any damn boy.

She didn’t want to wear ‘lifted’ Doc Martians, as she didn’t see herself as a heavy metal freak, that’s why these sneakers were so great, they looked pretty normal, but added almost three inches to her height. Her outfit today was a sleeveless white blouse with red trim, blue pleated skirt almost to her knees, and white frilly ankle socks with her new white sneakers. She viewed herself as sort of a female Jack Armstrong, and in her mind that’s exactly how she looked today. Most boys said behind her back, seldom to her face, that she reminded them of ‘Hercules in drag.’

She received a warm feeling in her groin at the thought of how much more intimidating she would be now. Halloween was this Friday, and she had yet to pick out her ‘boy toys,’ the living toys to accompany her ‘trick or treating’ followed by the school dance. She grinned evilly at her elevated image, as the lucky boy or boys’ hair appointments had already been made at the beauty salon. Cathy really loved to feminize boys, and then to publicly embarrass the hell out of them.

Ralph, her morning chauffeur, was prompt; and she only kept him waiting ten minutes today. Well that was much better than if he kept her waiting. Ralph was a nice boy, played soccer, and went out with Jessie Kelly. Ever since Cathy cornered him outside the boys’ gym and almost broke one of his arms, he brought her to school each morning. At first, it was a big problem for him, after all Jessie was his girl and she liked it when he picked her up in the morning. Ann Black cued Jessie in on how Cathy intimidated boys, and Jessie asked Ralph if that was so. He was almost in tears as he told her how he had been tormented, admitting he was helpless against her brute strength – Jessie is a great girlfriend and kissed him saying she understood. She really meant it, and he knew it, but in his heart of hearts, he still felt like weak little sissy for knuckling under to Cathy.

Cathy had ruled out Ralph for a Halloween toy realizing it wasn’t smart to demand too much of any one boy, she had found out the hard way even sissy wimps turned. She tried to be careful whom she picked to dominate these days. The drive to school was uneventful, the day was pleasant – but she did toy with Ralph hinting she might ask him to go trick or treating with her, just to pass the time.

The day started to go to go bad when she realized the sneakers changed her gate much like one-inch platforms with three-inch heels would, which in effect was exactly what they were. She was walking fast, and instead of turning gracefully into the hallway, she misjudged and slammed into a locker hard enough to see stars and crack her sunglasses. A dozen or so boys saw it, laughed loudly, and she was sure she made those bastards day. Her eyes hadn’t adjusted fully to the relatively dim hall locker area from the bright sun, and by the time she removed her cracked sunglasses no one was in sight to take her anger out on.

Her first period was history, Ms. Saxon had a real hard on for her. She was always calling on her to answer stupid questions about the American Civil War or some damn thing - ‘like who cares, it was like way before I was born.’ Cathy laughed when she thought of how she would correctly answer those same stupid questions later in the day on the written quizzes. ‘So who cares if the old battleaxe wants to waste her weekends marking drivel quizzes.’ She thought. Cathy had Mark Watson, just about the smartest boy in the whole world sitting next to her, and he was well trained to pass her the answers. It had taken two more heart to heart talks than Ralph, but Mark was meek as a lamb now. ‘The sissy couldn’t stand a little pain.’ she gloated to herself.

Just as class let out, Ms. Saxon said sweetly, "Cathy, please come up here a moment."

Cathy sauntered up and stood in front of Ms. Saxon, while she busied herself with some papers, the minutes dragged on.

Finally Cathy said, "Ms’ Saxon, like I have to get to French. What do you want?"

"Oh yes," as if she had just noticed Cathy, "Cathy you have been cheating, not once but several times. Your mother has been called by Mr. Hudson at her agency, I expect she will stop by sometime today. Don’t leave the school without checking with Mr. Hudson." She smiled and said, "You may go now."

Cathy just stood there, at first she wanted to run as panic seized her, but then she began thinking. ‘No problem, I’m a creative copier, lots of experience – Ralph never gets less than one hundred percent, and correct answers on his quizzes are correct answers on mine. Cathy locked eyes with Ms. Saxon and flexing a bicep she slammed her fist on the desk, a clear threat.

Ms. Saxon didn’t give an inch, she smiled again and said, "and I’ll see you in Mr. Hudson’s office dear."

Cathy left the room and heard the warning bell, ‘Shit, that fucking bitch made me late for French, and I can’t afford to piss off Mr. Guillemot any more.’ With that thought uppermost in her mind, Cathy raced to her locker for her French book, running full tilt, forgetting that her new sneakers had betrayed her once today. As she rounded the last corner wide, she crashed into Paul Thompson. Paul was knocked off his feet by the impact, but despite the shock and surprise, he rolled and was standing in one smooth motion. Cathy on the other hand lost her balance and slid ten feet on her belly into the bottom lockers face first.

The invective out of her mouth would have done a longshoreman proud, and Paul’s rye smile infuriated her further as he helped her up. She screamed at him, promising to take revenge for his clumsiness, but she just didn’t have time for him now. She had been late for French too many times, and unlike history, spoken French was the measure of success in that class. She was on the verge of a ‘D,’ or if she was real lucky a ‘C,’ and that wouldn’t please her dad one little bit. So she fixed Paul’s smile in her mind, vowing to wipe it off his face. By the end of her French class, she decided Paul would be her ‘Halloween boy toy.’

The meeting in Mr. Hudson’s office was close to the end of the world. If her mother hadn’t made all sorts of unrealistic promises, Cathy would have been expelled then and there. As it was she was placed on indefinite academic and disciplinary probation.

That worm Ralph had turned, Monday a week ago he had voluntarily come forward and confessed to Ms. Saxon he was passing quiz answers to Cathy, he told Ms. Saxon about the repeated physical intimidation and everything. Working with Ms. Saxon, he even supplied ridiculous answers to Cathy, which she modified slightly, and used as her own in every written quiz last week. The smoking gun was unquestionably in her hand.

The very worst part was that she had better not look cross-eyed at Ralph, it was clear he would rat her out, and she would be summarily expelled. A further blow to her ego as a senior was that she had to ride the school bus in the morning, and the punishment bus in the afternoon. All her teachers had been warned about her propensity to browbeat a boy into providing answers, and that meant she better use the punishment study halls to study. Not to mention being grounded forever by her mom, and god only knows what her dad would do. When he returned from work that night, after hearing all the details from her mother, he confiscated her driver’s license and car keys.

As she drifted off to sleep, the only bright spots on the horizon were that she was smart, just lazy, and was capable of honors work. She smiled to herself, her mother and dad were away from home a lot at their respective jobs, and being grounded was on her honor much of the time.

Halloween was coming, and as she saw it, she owed big time payback to Paul Thompson, ‘poor sissy Paul Thompson,’ she chortled.

 

Part 2 – A Little About Paul

Paul rose early each morning and performed the exercises and meditations taught to him by his sensei Master Quong. As he finished he faced the west and wished Master Quong good health, a full and productive day, and as always, wished it were possible to attend his daily teachings again.

Paul showered, dressed for the day, and walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for his dad and he. In the large kitchen Paul moved gracefully through the routine of making eggs, toast and greens, he cleaned an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables, and puréed them in the blender.

He just finished cleaning the blender and pans when his father sat down. Paul gave him a warm morning kiss and noticed a taunt muscle on his father’s neck, he expertly rubbed and manipulated it for a few moments saying, "Got to take it easy on that rowing machine dad."

His dad replied, "Tell me about it, thank god for those magic hands of yours." Master Quong had taught Paul much of the healing arts, as well as healing his body and soul – incidentally making him a master of the martial arts. "How did Megan enjoy our hike yesterday?"

"She loved it, I think there is a little witch in her, she’s learned most of what I know about plants and stuff, at least those indigenous to this area. I think she really enjoyed our day together, and she really likes you." The three had hiked all day, and had relaxed dinner together with Megan’s parents and three brothers at their home.

While Paul carried on a light pleasant conversation with his dad, his mind turned to Megan. Megan Hanson was a beautiful vivacious red haired girl, and for almost the year that he had lived in this city, they were an item. It hadn’t been formalized yet, but all concerned expected they would marry in a few years, probably in their senior year of college. They were both seniors in high school, and with SAT’s in the high fifteen hundreds they were bound for Stanford next year, he for engineering and she for law. Both families were wealthy, but you’d never know it by the way they acted with others.

Megan was pretty, very cute, at seventeen she was five six, one hundred ten pounds, and if you must know, she had an all-natural 34 B bosoms, twenty-three inch waist, with thirty-two inch hips. Paul thought her beautiful, intelligent, and caring – and he loved her with all his heart. For her part, Megan adored every facet of Paul, from his formidable intellect to his strong gentle nature.

Paul was on the swimming and fencing teams, and played intramural soccer and baseball, he was a well-rounded nineteen-year-old athlete. He had light brown hair, sea green eyes and was a slender five ten one hundred sixty pounds, with the long strong muscles of a swimmer, rather than the bulk of a weightlifter. Looking at him swim or play soccer you would never suspect he spent four years (age six through ten) in an iron lung. The same accident that placed him in the lung killed his mother, it wasn’t always this way, but now there was a strong bond of love and mutual respect between father and son. Once the doctors cured him enough to exist without the lung, Master Quong made his body and soul whole.

Paul moved with the fluid grace of a cat, or perhaps ballerina, and when he first attended school many boys called him a fag behind his back, a few to his face. Paul never took the bait, and let his peers think what they may. Megan had confessed to him that she wondered too, in the beginning, before they got to know one another. What changed her mind?

Many things, but initially bravery – Megan was brushing her hair in the girls’ locker room early last December when she heard a piercing scream, with fear in her heart she looked out into the darkened hallway. Just in time to see Mike Jones punch Sally Peterson, while Sam West held her struggling body. Megan was riveted in place fearing she was next.

Out of nowhere Paul appeared, and ordered, "Let her go."

He spoke softly, but Megan felt the power in his voice from forty feet away, and her fear left her immediately.

Mike was a six foot two inch, two hundred twenty pound line backer, dumb as a stone, but strong as an ox. He was pissed at having his mating ritual interrupted up by a little fag. Megan wasn’t sure what happened next, but one second Mike was attacking Paul and the next he was unconscious on the floor. Seeing his friend down, Sam, who was even bigger than Mike, attacked Paul with exactly the same result.

Then Paul ripped his shirttail off, moistened it in the water fountain, and helped Sally to her feet dabbing her bruised and cut eye with his moistened rag. Paul wanted her to report the matter, but she refused, so respecting her wishes he helped her outside to her waiting ride. Megan decided then and there to get to know Paul better.

They were in several honors classes together, and Megan asked Paul if he could help her with some math problems after school. They went to her house, as chance would have it, it was a few houses from his, and located in an upscale suburb. Megan’s mom, Mrs. Hanson, didn’t mind having boys visit, as long as they sat in the breakfast nook or watched the large screen TV in the living area’s TV corner – both places open and subject to frequent unannounced visits by Megan’s family on one mission or other.

"Gee thanks Paul, I never would have gotten that problem without your help."

Paul looked at her a moment, something clicked inside his head, and his eyes crinkled a little at the corners in mirth, "That’s not true, you can teach me how to do these problems with your eyes closed."

She gave him a little smile, "Well if you must know, I wanted to get to know you better."

His face lit up, "Great, ever since I laid eves on you, I’ve wanted to get to know you better."

"Why didn’t you just ask?"

"I guess I was afraid you would say no, I don’t have a lot of experience dealing with girls."

Soon, they were spending a few hours a week outside of school together; they really did study together, and found it enjoyable and productive. By summer they kissed and petted part of the time they were together each day, they decided not to have vaginal sex, at least until they were at Stanford – when it wouldn’t be as awkward if she got pregnant and they got married. They were frank and open with each other on all subjects, unlike most of the boys she knew, Paul was open with his feelings, and could share them with her.

During the early months of their relationship, when Paul was still new at the school, he had several one sided fights. He was so fast, so skilled, literally, no one laid a hand on him – and once he fought five-second string football jocks at once after they jumped him. Megan saw several of his fights, and he always fought in self-defense, or for others in distress, choosing to let mean spirited comments concerning him pass seemingly unnoticed. Word got around, especially among the male jocks that he was no sissy, and definitely no one to fuck with. Paul was known to put the hurt on you. It would hurt like hell until you went to him, apologized to whomever you intended to hurt, and only then would he make the pain go away. Doctors and coaches said it was like some kind of spasm, but convention treatments didn’t help, only Paul’s magic hands took the pain away.

One day after Mark Wilson and Tom Wilkes made nasty hurtful remarks to him, Megan asked, "Why do you let those guys rag on you?"

"Master Quong taught me that my Ki is very strong, but it is best to expend it for others and to let slights to myself pass unnoticed. If I don’t do this, I will begin to see slights everywhere and never stop fighting. I believe him, he has never steered me wrong."

"I would like to meet your Master Quong."

"You will, he lives in San Francisco, and that isn’t far from Stanford. He likes you, I have written him about you and he says our fates will mingle for the ages. That’s his way of saying he really likes you."

"How can he like me silly, he has never met me?"

"I don’t know, but he does, and he is never wrong."

Megan believed Paul as he never lied to her, and a warm feeling engulfed her being.

On the other hand, Cathy wasn’t friends with Megan, nor was she friends with the male jocks – she didn’t know Paul’s reputation.

 

Part 3 – Cathy’s Clown

Most days Paul drove Megan to and from school, but the Thursday before trick or treat Friday her mom picked her up early to do some clothes shopping, something the two enjoyed doing together immensely. Megan said she would pick up their costumes for the Halloween dance too.

As he approached his car he noticed it was a bit low, like someone was in the back seat. Sure enough, that dykeish girl Cathy was huddled on the floor behind his seat. As he pretended to fiddle with the door lock, he made up his mind to play this hand out. After Monday’s confrontation, he had asked around and now knew quite a bit of her reputation, and remembering her threats Monday, he thought it was best to get her invective out in the open.

He got in the car as if he suspected nothing and turned on the ignition.

"I’ve got a gun, drive where I tell you bitch."

Paul felt something round against his neck, but he didn’t smell a gun, as he concentrated on exactly how it felt he decided it was a lipstick tube. Paul did nothing, just sat there looking at Cathy’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Get moving bitch."

"You haven’t told me where Cathy." Paul said mildly.

"The mall, you stupid bitch."

"Which mall Cathy, I can think of ten?"

"God damn, if you aren’t the stupidest bitch, the one on Jackson Street of course."

"You have but to ask." Paul said mildly.

Approaching the mall she directed him to the underground parking, as it was a nice day it was almost empty, most patrons preferring the sunny parking lot. Cathy was really excited, she had stolen almost five hundred dollars from he mother’s mad money tin for this, she hated to do it, but grounded as she was she could hardly ask for it – besides mom had a lots more in there, and probably won’t even notice the theft.

Cathy got out first and said, "Out bitch."

As soon as Paul was half out she twisted his right arm behind his back and slapped his ears with her free hand. Paul had amazing flexibility in his arms and allowed her to force it to where a normal arm would be excruciatingly painful.

The slaps on the ears did smart, so he wasn’t acting when he said, "Hey Cathy, cut that out, that hurts."

"That’s just a taste bitch, now move, remember I still have a gun in my pocket."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You made me fall and bang into the lockers, you stupid cow."

"As I remember it you slammed into me, my back was to you."

"You were in my way, now get moving bitch." For some reason, Cathy had transferred the blame for all her troubles that horrible Monday to Paul.

Cathy guided Paul through the mall, really by a series of pushes. Their destination was the "Styles by The Group" beauty salon. When Paul saw where they were headed, he debated taking Cathy out, but looking at her, he figured he would have to slug her at least once in a pressure point to subdue her. There were people around, he really didn’t want to hurt her at this point, and he thought, ‘Lets see just how far she will take this.’

Once in the salon, Marsha the receptionist waved them to the back. Paul didn’t realize just how far Cathy intended to go. On the other hand, Cathy didn’t know about the discussion Megan and Paul had the other evening.

Anne and Julie told Cathy she was on her own for this part, if anyone asked they didn’t see her go into the ‘mud’ room. Cathy was living a fantasy at this point, once in the rear area where the showers and mud baths were done she pulled Paul’s hands behind her back, put handcuffs on him and hooked them to the shower’s plumbing. Then she cut all of his clothes off.

Paul looked at her and said, "Cathy, I expect you to pay for those you know."

Cathy kneed him in the balls, Paul grunted with pain, thinking, ‘Just wait, just you wait.’

Cathy looked at Paul’s very substantial cock with disgust, such a waste on a sissy wimp. Why couldn’t Charley, her bodybuilding idol, have one like this? Without further waste of time she donned rubber gloves and smeared Nair lotion all over his body, from neck to toes, leaving only a little triangle on his pubes. Then she left Paul handcuffed and alone to talk to Julie about what she wanted done. Anne and Julie did peek in after Cathy left, and Paul made eye contact with them.

When she returned Paul was standing without the handcuffs and he asked, "Is it time yet, this stuff is burning."

"Fuck, how did you get loose."

"I don’t know, I guess the cream melted the cuffs locks, they just came off."

Actually, he had expanded the muscles in his wrists when she put them on, then when she was gone he relaxed his muscles, and slipped his hands out - the Nair cream did make it easier though.

"Yeah, take a shower and wash that crap off, you know what that is, don’t you?"

"No what?"

"Stupid bitch, well now you will be a hairless stupid bitch." She cracked up, "How do you like them apples."

"Isn’t this illegal, I didn’t consent to any of this."

Cathy puffed he self up and flexed her muscles saying, "Fuck you bitch, you’re my sissy toy now, and I will do exactly what I want with you."

Once he dried off, Cathy rubbed lotion all over him. She wouldn’t have done it except Julie said she would call the cops if she didn’t, his skin could be permanently damaged otherwise, and the shop could be sued. Cathy maliciously tried to make him hard to increase his embarrassment, but he concentrated on remaining soft, and denied her that pleasure.

"What are you, some kind of fag?"

He couldn’t resist, "Only real women light my fire."

She tried to knee him several times, but somehow he moved a bit each time and she couldn’t quite connect. Finally, she gave up in disgust, when he threatened to scream.

Then she gave him a pair of pantyhose, panties, and a camisole and had him put them on. Actually Paul enjoyed this part, and it took much more willpower to remain soft. Cathy stood back and said, "You do that pretty damn good, you ever done this before?"

"Christ no! And all that hair you removed took a lifetime to grow."

Cathy looked suspiciously at Paul, but gave him a short shop robe and led him outside.

Julie begged off giving Paul a perm, and Anna required a fifty-dollar tip in advance from Cathy. Unnoticed by Cathy, Paul had left his wallet under the seat in the car and had no money, when Cathy asked him where it was he told her he had left it home today. He was becoming a very expensive toy. She hadn’t realized yet that he had shoved his keys (car and house) behind the dashboard of the car.

Anna washed his hair, and blow-dried it a little, then applied a solution; twenty minutes later she washed it out. Then without letting him see the result she began wrapping his hair on short metal rollers with cotton, applied the perming solution, and then placed a plastic cap over it all setting a timer.

Seeing Anna had no problems, Julie told Cathy she would do his facial and makeup. Paul was bored by this time; the novelty of his stockings and undies was wearing off, even though he had to concentrate on sitting up straight and keeping his legs together or crossed in a ladylike way. Cathy noticed his body language was saying ‘I am a woman’ and wondered if she was being conned, but she ruled that out, there was no way he could have known.

Paul’s cock was lying dormant now, so he decided to play with their heads.

"Julie, do you do this sort of thing often?"

"It’s my job, don’t worry, nothing I’ve done will do any permanent damage or change you."

"No, I mean work on men against their will. You know Cathy handcuffed me to apply the hair remover, I saw you look in."

"She told me you wanted it that way, that you are weird."

"That’s a lie Julie, I overheard you three giggling about forcing me as a favor for help Cathy has given you in the past. Just for the record I didn’t asked for any of this, in any way whatsoever, nor do I want it to continue. I was kidnapped at gunpoint in the school parking lot and brought here against my will." He apologized mentally to Master Quong for telling half-truths, thinking the lesion he was teaching was for her own good.

With that Cathy brought her fist down intending smash Paul’s hand, but he moved it, she snarled, "When we are finished with you, nobody will believe we did this against your will."

Paul looked at all three making eye contact, "You three will know it’s a lie, you will know you are lying – I will know you are lying. I won’t fight you, but I’m asking you to stop."

Cathy snarled, "You two finish him or I’ll finish you!"

Cathy ordered Paul to remove his pantyhose, and while Anna gave him a facial, Julie gave him a manicure and pedicure. Cathy picked a red lipstick to match his nails.

Before Anna started on Paul’s makeup, Cathy ordered him back into his pantyhose. So far Paul hadn’t seen the results of their efforts, Cathy had one more indignity when his makeup was done, she had a dress for him. Actually it looked like a little girl’s pink party dress with lots of lace and ruffles, and it came with cute little pink ruffled panties. Paul put it on, as well as the Mary Jane’s with short lacy white socks that Cathy provided. Cathy zipped him in with an evil grin when he pretended he couldn’t reach the zipper.

Julie and Anna looked at the whole package saying, "You got to see this Paul, you look sexy as hell."

With that the led him into the main shop area, and he saw himself in a full length mirror. He had to admit he did look sexy in a kinky way. First off the dress was young and childish looking, but his nylon covered legs were very long and sexy, even without heels. From where he was standing, while the lack of real breasts was obvious, he just looked like a poorly endowed woman. His face, made up as it was, was totally believable, almost pretty. The only thing he was really pissed about was that they had bleached his light brown hair to golden blond; he didn’t realize it had been permed.

He looked a Julie and said, "Nothing permanent you say, the hair color won’t come out easily."

"Look Paul, I’m really sorry, I can’t do it for a few days with out damaging your hair, but come in toward the end of next week and I’ll fix it for you. No charge."

Looking at Anna and Julie, Paul said in his quiet commanding voice, "I hope you two stop this nonsense in the future, I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about this, but you can be sure it will be something."

Cathy snarled, saying, "You better talk more like the sissy you are, or everyone in the mall will know!"

She paid and they walked out into the mall proper. Paul decided to act as much like a girl as possible, and walked beside Cathy mimicking women he saw as much as possible. He directed the conversation to the dance tomorrow. Cathy was confused, in her experience, sissy boy toys didn’t act this way; he must be a screaming fag or something. A plan was forming in Paul’s mind, but he would need Megan’s help. He told Cathy he had to go to the john, and she steered him toward the ladies room – in Macy’s of course.

Internally he was reluctant to enter that sanctum, but he gave no outward indication of it. Once inside he noticed another entrance to a stairway, he had to piss like a racehorse, but ignoring his need he made his way quickly out to his car instead. He was out of the lot before Cathy realized he was gone – she had been fantasizing about having his ears pierced as an added humiliation.

Paul drove home carefully; there was no way he wanted to be stopped in drag, tomorrow night maybe it would be ok, but not tonight. He drove directly into his garage, and entered the house through the internal door as the outside overhead door closed. There was a message on his answering machine from his dad saying he would be in Santa Clara until late Friday night or early Saturday morning. With the pantyhose on it was more complicated than usual, so he sat down to pee. Then he called Megan and asked her to come over, it was now seven pm.

 

Part 4 – Some Plans

Minutes latter the door bell rung, Paul looked through the glass, and seeing it was Megan let her in, stepping back he smiled.

"Hi, I’m Megan is Paul downstairs?" Megan asked.

Paul answered in a soft voice, "Like hi, I’m his cousin Candy. I think he is changing in his room, please be seated, I’m sure he’ll be right down." Megan was looking at Candy’s dress, "Oh this, I was trying on my costume for tomorrow, I don’t much like it either."

"It’s not bad, it’s pretty sexy though, how well do you know your date?"

"Quite well, please be seated."

Paul couldn’t believe it; they spent five minutes more chatting about their dates and Megan hadn’t tumbled yet.

Finally he said in his normal voice, "I suppose in a few seconds you will want to know how this came about."

"Paul!!?"

"The one and only, I guess you were right, I can pass…"

Paul spent the better part of a half hour detailing his transformation concluding with, "So when I saw what she intended, I figured it fit right in with our plans for tomorrow night and went along with her – however it turned out to be much further than I planned to go." Pointing to his hair, "Cathy must have spent five or six hundred dollars on all this."

"So tell me, how does it feel to prance around in a short skirt? Heck, that one doesn’t even cover your cute ruffled panties." Megan asked with a wide grin.

Paul thought for a minute, "Honestly I didn’t notice how I felt, too much had happened to me in a short time – frankly I was more concerned with not being seen as a boy in drag, and not with how modest I actually looked. I think after I’ve gotten used to the undies, the outfit we had discussed would be a better test than this."

"I see your point, come over to my house and you can try on tomorrow night’s outfit. Mom and I picked it up for you today."

They kidded each other on the way to Megan’s home. Paul was relieved that Megan’s dad was at a Rotary meeting, and since her mom knew about their plans, he didn’t feel too strange walking into their house in Cathy’s stupid dress. Megan’s three younger brothers were watching TV and hardly noticed another girl enter with Megan, and disappear upstairs into Megan’s room.

Mrs. Hanson joined them, and Megan introduced, "Mom, this is Candy, Paul’s cousin from Santa Clara, Paul will be over in a few minutes to try on his costume. This is the costume Candy intends to wear to the dance."

Mrs. Hanson looked at it carefully and said diplomatically, "It might be a trifle chilly for that tomorrow, dear."

Megan cracked up and cued her mother in, and gave her a short version of Paul’s transformation, and the evolving plan for payback.

Soon Paul was looking at Megan’s choice for his outfit for the Halloween dance. It was a normal conservative blue woman’s business suit, with a short straight skirt and a white blouse with blue embroidery. However, the outfit’s undies were quite different, and fully in line with their bet.

When Paul said he thought he could get most of it on himself, they left him alone saying, "We’ll be back in fifteen."

Paul quickly undressed completely, smiling with satisfaction that the dress’s zipper and training bra presented no problems to his flexible arms, and then he put on his new undies. The panties were a thong design, but much more silky and covered with lace. Next, he put on a merry widow, threading the garters through the panties as shown on Megan’s sketch. He rolled the silky stockings on, attaching them to the garters. There were two silicon breast forms, which he carefully inserted following the diagram. He looked in the mirror, that was just the look he had told Megan he would like to see on her, and just the look Megan had told him she thought was very uncomfortable to wear. Well he would find out.

His cock wanted to misbehave, but he willed it down. There was a sheet of paper from a site on the Internet showing how to tuck his testicles up into his body, and bring his cock between his legs. It felt very strange, but it didn’t hurt much, and with the panties back in place, he really did look like a woman down there. Next he put on a camisole, it looked like one he had pointed out to Megan. After a few minutes, his faux breasts felt warm and natural, as he felt them through the camisole, almost like Megan’s. Next, he put on a very short half-slip, followed by a blouse and skirt. The skirt’s waist was a little snug, but otherwise it fit and looked great. The three inch navy pumps were strange at first, but he was exceptionally strong and blessed with a fine sense of balance from his martial arts training, so he could walk with little problem.

The reflection in Megan’s full-length mirror showed a woman with a very nice figure, great shapely long legs, and an acceptable face, at least he didn’t look like a boy in drag. Megan knocked, and she and her mother came in.

The consensus was Paul would pass with little problem, Megan said with an evil grin, "Lets all go downstairs and watch TV with my horny little brothers, that should be a good preliminary test." Megan knew the little monsters would be trying to catch and unguarded moments of ‘leg,’ and ‘crotch,’ and that might make Paul nervous and prove her point…

Paul put on his suit’s jacket, without its substantial shoulder pads it fit well; Mrs. Hanson put some jewelry on him, including clip on earrings, a necklace, and some bracelets. Megan gave him a watch, purse, and a small chic hat, which she pinned on. That little hat changed his whole appearance, seeming to age him ten years.

Since Megan and Mrs. Hanson were wearing slacks, there was nothing to distract her brothers from Paul’s great legs. When he was seated the skirt came to mid thigh, a fraction of an inch below the stocking tops. Megan sat with her brothers and unabashedly looked for an unguarded moment with them.

It was only Paul’s training and control of his body that allowed him to survive the first half-hour apparently at ease, and then he considered the mindset of a woman. He knew from experience they liked to flirt. From then on he made many small movements, crossed and uncrossed his legs. At first Megan thought she had him, if he was becoming very ill at ease the test could be called in her favor, but then she realized he was deliberately flirting with her brothers, and he had Charles and Mark actually sweating. When Paul saw the light go on behind Megan’s eyes he smiled at her, just a little smile.

Megan walked him home but their talk was cut short, Cathy was banging on Paul’s front door, Megan said, "Hi Cathy, looking for Paul?"

"Yeah, he kind of told me he would meet me here latter."

"Well we haven’t seen him, and his car isn’t here. By the way this is Mrs. Ryan, his Aunt, she will be staying a few days with him while his dad is away."

Paul held out his hand for Cathy to shake it saying, "Pleased to meet you, it’s getting late, otherwise I’d let you wait inside." He pitched his voice up an octave and Cathy didn’t recognize him decked out in a chic woman’s business suit.

Cathy looked Mrs. Ryan over, and walked away in disgust saying, "When you see him, tell him I’ll see him tomorrow in school."

When they closed the door, Megan observed, "Mrs. Ryan, I do believe she was pissed."

"Megan my dear, not half as pissed as she will be tomorrow!"

They kissed, very passionately, but before something happened, Megan said goodnight and left. Paul spent another two hours in his outfit practicing the basics. Then he gratefully undressed, and using the cleaners Megan gave him, removed the nail polish on his hands and the make up on his face – finally tumbling into bed and a dreamless sleep. Come five am he woke refreshed, did his exercises for two hours, and showered.

 

Part 5 – Payback Begins

Paul’s first stop was Mr. Hudson’s office. Upon reflection during his meditation he didn’t want to be part of vigilantly justice, he wanted Cathy’s lesson to be sanctioned. Mr. Glen Hudson didn’t know Paul very well, he really only saw problem students on a regular basis, so he asked Mrs. Gwen Wells, his secretary, to pull Paul’s file. Mrs. Wells’ son James was one of the students Paul rescued from bullies last semester, and along with Paul’s file, she briefly reminded Charley of Paul’s bravery.

"Good morning Paul what can I do for you?"

"Good morning sir, I have a rather strange story and a request. I ask you hear me out, and then I will abide by your wishes in the mater."

"Ok Paul, I’m yours for the next half hour." He had much to do, mainly with problem kids, but Paul was a high honor student and a credit to his school, he owed him a half hour at least.

"It started Monday between first and second period, Cathy Greenbriar, one of the seniors, ran full tilt into me. I was facing away from her and didn’t see her coming, she knocked me down, and I got right up unhurt. However, she slid along the floor on her belly into the lockers. She wasn’t physically hurt, but for some reason she blames me for the incident."

"I know Miss. Greenbriar quite well, did you know she is on academic and disciplinary probation?"

"No, I ordinarily don’t look at those postings. Anyhow, yesterday after swim team practice when I got in my car to go home, Cathy…"

Paul concisely told the whole story concluding with, "So that’s how I am a curly haired blond today when I had straight brown hair yesterday."

"That’s horrible, that girl is a beast, I will see she is expelled immediately!"

"Sir I don’t think that will help her in the long term, it will probably just embitter her without curbing her domineering behavior. What I have in mind is a more focused lesson…"

When Paul concluded Mr. Hudson couldn’t stop grinning, "I like it, love it actually. However, while we never had this conversation, someone will cue the monitors, parent chaperones and student hosts - no one will officially ‘see’ Cathy at the dance."

"Thank you sir."

When Paul left the office Mr. Hudson called, "Gwen, come in here, you will love this…"

Megan’s mom called her out sick, the first time this semester, and the two of them re-planned the evening’s costumes in the light of Cathy’s upcoming lesson – Megan grinned thinking of how Paul aced her last night – but just maybe Paul’s lesson too. As soon as the malls opened they headed out for some serious focused shopping.

 

Part 6 – Turnabout

Cathy was pissed; everyone was let out at noon except her and four other students on Mr. Hudson’s deep shit list. She was stuck until three; true it was two hours earlier than her usual dismissal from the hole – as she was beginning to think of the detention room. Her normally docile slaves showed signs of revolt, and tempting even more of Mr. Hudson’s wrath, she disciplined two, then made them kneel and kiss her biceps.

Arriving home, her mom told her that she had an appointment to show a client some houses, and then that she was meeting her father for a movie and late dinner. Cathy figured that was her first great break of the day.

As soon as her mother left the house, she grabbed the shopping bag with her costume and walked to Paul’s house. Her excitement grew as she approached, it was so great, he would be a little girl and she the Phantom of the Opera – between the cape and the mask no one would recognize her – and the little whip was just what Paul needed – whether it really went with her costume or not.

She was making a bet with herself if he would greet her in costume, when they bumped into each other in school she ordered him to – and he meekly nodded his head yes.

Cathy rang the bell impatiently and banged on the door loudly when it wasn’t answered immediately. The door opened and that bitch of an aunt of Paul’s answered.

Calming down Cathy asked, "Is Paul home, I’m Cathy, he is expecting me."

"Come right in dear."

"Where’s Paul?"

"Right here dear." Paul said in his normal voice.

"You Bitch, that isn’t the costume I bought for you, change immediately."

"Sorry Cathy, but I’m the one giving the orders tonight."

Cathy lost it then, screaming she attacked Paul, but it was like attacking the wind. Even though he was in heels and a snug skirt, he easily managed to avoid her every rush. Finally she simply stood close to him and grabbed his wrist intending to twist his arm, but somehow it was her arm that ended up painfully twisted. Seemingly, from nowhere, Paul was holding what looked like a wide leather dog collar.

"Cathy this is the latest electronic technology to safely control violent criminals and/or mentally deranged persons. My dad’s company makes them, and this is the latest model. It’s designed to be worn twenty four hours a day for as long as the patient is violent – sometimes for years." Paul went on singing the praises of the Mark 9 Peacemaker like he was a salesman; Cathy’s eyes became large as saucers. In fact, it was the largest male-slave-posture-collar the adult bookstore carried; Paul hoped it would fit her heavily muscled neck.

"Now," he continued, "We can do this the very hard way, or the easy way, your choice."

Cathy was confused, the woman in front of her was dressed like her mom, but sounded like Paul, what if this was some kind of alien trap? What if they were spies? What if…

In the end she said, "The easy way."

Paul stepped behind her, alert for a sudden move on her part when he released her arm, and placed the wide collar around her neck, and fastened the three straps, fortunately it fit her well-muscled neck rather well.

"Christ I can hardly move my head."

"That’s the least of your problems Cathy."

Moving over to the fireplace mantle he picked up a small black box with a glowing light and two buttons.

"This is the collar’s control box, it can give you pain and should you touch it or move too far from it, it will paralyze you with agony. Let me demonstrate with the mildest pain setting."

Casually holding the box in front of her, he pressed one of the buttons, making the light blink. Simultaneously he probed her spine with a fingernail and she convulsed with pain, she couldn’t scream, it just hurt like hell, he released the button after a few seconds, and she didn’t even notice him touch her back relieving the pain.

Cathy never felt anything like that pain, when it stopped she vowed to do anything to prevent it in the future. Paul said, "Cathy I have to get this back to my dad early tomorrow morning, so if you are good tonight you may never have to face that pain again. Since you will only be wearing it for a short while, would you like me to demonstrate the high and debilitating settings?"

"Christ no, I’ll be good."

"Good let’s go over to Megan’s house, she has your costume, then we all can go Trick ‘n Treat, and then to the school dance."

"I can’t go to the dance, I’m on disciplinary suspension."

"Sure you can, trust me nobody will recognize you in the costume we have for you. Let’s go."

Paul moved his finger on the box, a box Cathy couldn’t pull her eyes from. She followed him like a docile little puppy.

 

Part 7 – The Costumes

Paul was not a cruel person, but with Megan’s help, he had set up one further demonstration of the Mark 9 Peacemaker for Cathy. He wanted her so convinced of its power she wouldn’t refuse his orders in public, and force him to hurt her publicly.

Megan was quite willing to help, as she was infuriated with Cathy. Megan was angry Cathy had tried to do a hurtful thing to Paul, but in truth she agreed with Master Quong and Paul, that truly non-hurtful slights should be ignored. Regardless of her motives, Cathy had not truly hurt Paul.

However, Megan had been on the phone talking to girls with boyfriend’s whose lives had been truly damaged by Cathy. Then in talking to the boys, they referred her to other boys whose lives had been made such a living hell by Cathy, that they hadn’t the heart to look, much less talk, to a potential girlfriends.

Mrs. Hanson (Megan’s mom) handled several of the calls to the girls, and was incensed. She had raised her boys to be polite and gentle - except for Tommy, and Tommy was, well Tommy she reflected - she realized they would be especially venerable to a dominating girl like Cathy. She had reluctantly helped Megan shop, but now, after hearing how destructive and uncaring of others Cathy was, she was one hundred percent behind Paul and Megan’s plan.

When Paul rang the front door with Cathy in tow, Megan and Mrs. Hanson were waiting for her.

Paul gave Megan the Mark 9 Peacemaker’s control. In reality, it was just a box with a battery, two switches, and lights. Paul had it left over from a grade school science project.

Apparently, without thinking, Megan asked Paul and Cathy if they would like a Coke, they both said yes. Still holding the ‘control’ box, she went to the kitchen for the Cokes. As soon as she left the room, Paul put a different hurt on Cathy, his touch on her spine unnoticed by her. As he remembered from Master Quong’s demonstration on him, it was very unpleasant causing ones legs to cramp up painfully, collapse, and prevent further movement.

Pretending not to notice Cathy’s distress at first, after a moment he shouted for Megan to come right back. With a little malice, Megan got the Cokes first, and then returned without the box.

Paul said urgently, "Megan, quick bring in the box, Cathy is in agony."

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t carry everything, so I left it on the counter for a second, I’ll get it now."

She unhurriedly handed Paul his Coke, Cathy couldn’t take hers so Megan gave it to her mom. Cathy returned with the box, as soon as she entered the room Paul made the pain stop for Cathy. Cathy got to her feet with help from Paul.

Paul lectured Megan, "Megan honey, as long as you hold Cathy’s Mark 9 Peacemaker’s control, please think of it as a twenty foot leash. If you get further away than that, Cathy will become painfully incapacitated. Right Cathy?"

Cathy was still too shaken to talk, but she nodded her head vigorously.

Megan said, "Well while she is in the house, I’ll just give it to her to hold…"

Megan went to hand the ‘control’ to Cathy, Paul shouted, "God no, don’t do that, the Mark 9 will think she is trying to overpower you for the ‘control’ box and paralyze her with unspeakable agony. Just hold it or place it on a surface near Cathy, she won’t be able to move twenty feet from it. Oh yes, don’t leave it where you little brothers might play with it. Another thing, when you help her get dressed don’t touch the Mark 9 Peacemaker’s buckles on her neck, trying to open them now that its activated will produce the same agony as her touching the ‘control’ box. It needs a special off signal from a computer in my dad’s company to be deactivated, it’s broadcast to the Mark 9 via satellite."

"Gee Cathy I’m sorry, I’ll be much more careful in the future. Paul what are these buttons for?" Megan asked her fingers poised over them.

"I doubt you will need them, but the one near the status indicator paralyzes the subjects arms with agony, the bottom button does the legs, press both and it’s a punishment mode. Don’t press both, Cathy doesn’t deserve that under any conditions, that’s really designed for child molesters, rapists, and such."

"Ok Paul, I’ll remember," then Megan said brightly, "Come on now Cathy, let’s get into costume, we can help each other. Mom please help Paul with his new costume, the one he is wearing isn’t all that suitable for the ones Cathy and I will be wearing."

When Cathy and Megan went upstairs, Mrs. Hanson said to Paul, "Actually the outfit you have on is fine, Megan is just trying to tilt the odds of your bet in her favor."

"She told you the terms of our bet then?" Paul knew she and her only daughter were very close.

"Yes, actually it is the same bet I made with my husband before we were married. He didn’t go through with it, even as far as you have, so I won by default. Paul you look right at home dressed like that; are you?"

Paul took a drink of soda and paused thoughtfully before saying, "It feels very strange, and there are a dozen things I have to consciously think about doing or not doing, but I’m not ashamed or embarrassed at all, in fact I think it’s a valuable lesson. I have never felt I was an object before, and I am beginning to understand part of what girls must feel. Truthfully at this point I don’t know if that is bad thing, or just a delightful difference between the sexes – or something in between."

"Well, you may find out tonight. Paul you’re one great guy, it’s too bad I’m married; I’d snap you up in a minute. Come on, I’ll help you."

When Paul saw what Megan had selected this time, his first thought was she was pushing the envelope too far, and he commented.

"I wonder if Megan has thought this through, what do you think, you know the terms of the bet."

"I’ve already told Megan what I think, and these are here regardless. And I have thought this through."

"Then you think I should stop this now?"

"I didn’t say that."

Paul thought for a minute or so, and Mrs. Hanson didn’t disturb him.

"Ok, will you help me, I don’t think I can get this on myself." He was holding a very firm looking merry widow with back laces."

"First you better visit the bath room." Mrs. Hanson advised.

Dressing and the makeup took the better part of an hour, it that time Paul and Mrs. Hanson got to know each other better than during the past year. At the end, he was calling her ‘mom’ she was calling him ‘son’ without the least strangeness, and she was pleased. She had no doubt that she would be gaining a wonderful son, not loosing a daughter in the not so distant future.

Actually the outfit wasn’t as bad as he first thought. Looking in the mirror the main difference between the other was that the tightly laced widow really gave his body a super sexy shape. The shiny black with white circles of the satin dress clung to his faux curves, and the four-inch heels tilted his butt to a most provocative angle. He didn’t dare let his mind wander as to how great it would make Megan look, for fear of loosing control of his cock. The makeup Mrs. Hanson applied was dramatic, and the overall effect was as very sexy woman on display, but it was way short of suggesting a whore.

At one point Paul mentioned, "My face is pretty awful for a girl."

"Don’t worry, the boys won’t be looking at you face, and the girls will hate you regardless."

He laughed realizing that was true. Finally, jewelry on, his seams straightened one last time Mrs. Hanson said, "Well faux daughter mine - are you ready to be seen in public like this?"

"I guess so, it would help if I could breath more deeply though."

As they walked downstairs, the first reaction was from Tommy, Megan’s thirteen-year-old brother.

"Wow, where did you come from?"

Paul answered softly with a smile, "A playboy centerfold."

"Wait right there, I’ll get some paper and you can give me your autograph," he was back in a moment, "Please?" He implored as he offered the pen and paper.

Megan just looked, Paul would have given a lot to read her mind just then, but he thought he saw a little fear in her eyes though. Then he noticed her costume. She was dressed unconvincingly as a dapper bald man with a monocle.

She bowed, "Good evening Traci, Daddy Warbucks at your service. This is our daughter Little Orphan Mandy." Megan used as deep a voice as she could muster, but she wouldn’t pass as a man. Paul realized she probably couldn’t without extensive Hollywood makeup and costume – plus a voice double.

Little Orphan Mandy was almost hidden by an overstuffed chair, but Megan crooked her finger and Cathy moved into the open. She was wearing an identical dress to Paul’s, but with a much shorter skirt and little girl panties designed to be seen. She was on her knees, which was made somewhat easier by baseball catcher’s kneepads, which were painted to resemble Mary Janes from the front. Cathy’s face was made up like a wide-eyed child, but with her broad shoulders and muscular arms, anyone who knew her would have no trouble recognizing Cathy. Taken as a whole, she was a travesty, and Paul wondered if Megan had gone too far with Cathy - too.

Paul said, "Oh Daddy Warbucks, how precious, mother and daughter outfits, now no one will ever doubt Little Orphan Mandy is our adopted daughter."

"I thought so too dearest." Megan replied.

 

Part 8 - Trick ‘n Treat

Megan’s brothers were dressed up as devils, but they chose to canvas the immediate neighborhood and didn’t ride with Megan, Paul, and Cathy. Paul drove with a list of seventeen homes to visit – all past or present victims of Cathy.

But first, they stopped by the mall to visited the "Style by the Group" beauty salon. They walked in slowly so Cathy could keep up; walking on her knees was slow work.

Paul announced in his female voice, "Hi Marsha, Trick ‘n Treat, we thought Mary, Anna and Julie would like to see the results of their handiwork."

Marsha didn’t recognize Paul, but she did Cathy, and ran to the rear of the salon. Within seconds, the three women walked around the privacy partition with Marsha not far behind.

Megan said, "I’m Daddy Warbucks, and this is my little daughter Little Orphan Mandy, my secretary and new wife, and her loving stepmother Tracie. We wondered if you all would have any sweets for our dear little girl. Something to brighten her otherwise dismal life, smile now for the nice ladies dear."

‘Mandy’ looked nervously at ‘Daddy’ and smiled at the women. They looked at her incredulously.

‘Tracie/Paul’ said, "If you have no candy, would you mind shaving her head, you would love that dearest, wouldn’t you?"

‘Mandy’s’ blond hair was relatively short for a girl, but she was always careful with it, and did take pride in her appearance. Nevertheless, she responded with a resigned sigh, "As you wish mother."

Anne looked at Jeanie; Jeanie nodded and said, "Paul?"

‘Tracie’ nodded but said in her soft feminine voice, "You girls were so helpful the other day, so we considered no one else for the job. I’m sure after the magic of Halloween is forgotten ‘Mandy’ will remember her friends. I’m also sure you can find some sort of hairpiece for those bad hairless days she will experience."

In the window was a wig, part of a whimsical exhibit of before and after results the ‘Group’ provided. The hairpiece’s hair was straw colored, with long tight curls, and only a little more attractive than a straw wig might be.

‘Daddy’ pointed to it, "Is that beautiful hairpiece for sale?"

Mary was the shop owner, and realized she was between a rock and a hard place, mall security footage would show Paul coming into her shop as a man, and leaving dressed as a woman. Thinking back she realized at best she was in for bad publicity, at worst, Christ – accessory to kidnapping.

Finally, she said, "If I have your word this whole matter ends here, the wig and styling are free, is that acceptable?"

‘Mandy’ looked very ill, she was supposed to be home grounded, how could she explain no hair to her mother. She might run – can’t run – that damn Peacemaker saw to that. Call for help, she would be paralyzed before the first word was out of her mouth. Shit! She felt like one of those spineless boys, shit just like how those spineless maggots felt.

‘Daddy/Megan’ asked, "Tell the nice lady if you want that wig dear, or perhaps you would prefer to have your Daddy’s look. Speak up now dearest."

"G… g… give me the hairpiece after you shave my hair." ‘Mandy’ said in a low voice.

"Mind your manners dearest, say please to the ladies." ‘Tracie’ said sharply.

"Mary please give me the hairpiece after you shave my hair." ‘Mandy’ said in a clear voice.

"Isn’t she a darling?" ‘Daddy’ observed proudly.

Mary retrieved the wig from the window and they all went to the rear of the shop. ‘Tracie’ pulled Mary aside and spoke a few words while ‘Little Orphan Mandy’ was being seated. Mary looked relieved, nodded, and said, "I guess we better wash it first, it will make cutting it easier, and the shaving will go easier too, don’t you find that ‘Daddy?’"

"Much easier." ‘Daddy’ replied seriously. The phony rubber bald dome ‘he’ sported was clearly recognizable for what it was.

Anne washed ‘Mandy’s hair and escorted her back to the styling chair.

Mary said, "Are you sure this is what you want ‘Mandy’ dearest, you really want me to shave all your hair off."

‘Mandy’ looked at ‘Daddy’ and saw his finger on the button, no both buttons, ‘Christ the bitch must be real pissed at what I did to her boyfriend.’ Cathy’ realized for the first time. Then she thought, ‘If I were in her place, would I push those damn buttons?’ Shit!’

"Yes Mary, please shave all the hair off my head."

Mary said, "Ok, as long as you are sure."

Julie snipped one lock and gave it to ‘Tracie’ who put it in an envelope Mary provided. Then Julie combed ‘Mandy’s hair flat and in a swirl on top of her head, sprayed it heavily and waited a moment for it to dry with the mechanical clipper buzzing. Then she put the awful blond curly wig on ‘Mandy’, and pinned it in place.

‘Mandy’ looked up to see a smiling ‘mommy and daddy.’ "Doesn’t she look gorgeous?" They cooed as one.

‘Mandy’ let out a big sigh of relief. On the way out Paul made an appointment to have his hair set right a week from then. After they left, Mary told the other girls, "That was close, no more of this stuff in my shop. It’s a damn good thing that Paul is a decent guy, what the hell do you think he did to Cathy to make her so docile?"

Julie said, "When I was working on him I could tell he was a powerful guy, he must have let us do him, shit I’ll bet he and his girl planned to switch genders for a gag tonight and Cathy didn’t know it. He went along, but decided to teach Cathy a lesson anyway."

Mary and Anne agreed and Julie said, "Works for me, she was becoming an overbearing bitch."

With ‘Mandy’ in the recognizable blond curls of her character, the trio started on their Trick ‘r Treat rounds. The typical stop went something like this.

The three would walk up to the front door; Cathy would get on her knees to look like the little child. She barely came to her ‘mommies’ hips, Tracie/Paul’s heels made him over six two, daddy came up to his boobs.

At every house, they were greeted as the cartoon characters that they were meant to represent. At most houses, Cathy’s goodie bag was swelled, as she carried the only one. No one seemed to recognize them until the end, just when they were leaving, the boy Cathy had wronged asked her to kiss his foot.

The first time that happened Megan had to move her finger to the first button, seeing that Cathy kissed the shoe. The symbolism wasn’t lost on Cathy.

Nothing further was said to her.

Paul was having a tough time, but he was damned if he would let Megan know it.

First, the four-inch heels were truly an inch too high for him to start with. He had no difficulty with three inch, as he could naturally stand on the balls of his feet with his heel three inches off the ground. With his superb muscle tone, he could walk that way unsupported for a quite a long time. With the four-inch heels, he had to rely on the shoe to lift his heel, which threw his balance off. Thus, he had to be very careful walking, or he would end up on his butt.

Second, this merry widow was a euphemism for a corset, and in this case, one he wasn’t accustomed to, and it was adjusted too tight for his first wearing. He wasn’t wearing a silk undergarment and the damn thing pinched everywhere at one time or another. More seriously, it prevented his normally slow deep breathing and after an hour of poor breathing, he doubted he could defend himself, at anything near his normal level.

Third, the dress while longer and easier to keep modest than the suit’s skirt was very tight and restricted his stride, making him take little steps that exaggerated the swinging of his butt. He realized he made a pleasant sex object for the boys to stare at, and after a while, he amused himself toying with them as he had Megan’s brothers.

Further the combination of very high heels, long legs, and tight skirt made getting in and out of a car unaided nearly impossible, much less to do gracefully. He regretted his stick shift, as the clutch was devilishly difficult to operate in heels with the restrictive skirt, without the skirt riding up over the stocking tops.

Last, the ladies outer coat Megan had given him against the chill evening was too tight in his shoulders and arms, he felt restricted in all his movements, thankfully his dress had ample shoulders without the pads and short sleeves, once out of the cold he would be free of the damn thing.

Difficult as it was for him, the practice conquering these simple obstacles in the relative privacy of the car, and in the dark of the streets, helped him immeasurably as the evening progressed.

 

Part 9 – The Dance

Until they won the prize for the best coordinated costumed group, Paul’s identity was not known. Megan introduced him as her visiting cousin from California; Cathy was introduced as her cousin also. Cathy was perplexed that nobody seemed to recognize her. She was violating her disciplinary probation just by being here, but even Ms. Saxon or Mr. Hudson didn’t seem to recognize her when they visited their table to chat.

But then Cathy’s heart almost stopped, she saw her mother and father. After Mr. Saxon called them, they decided to be last minute chaperones. However, when they stopped by the table, ‘Daddy’ and ‘Tracie’ made her get to her knees and great them, and even her parents showed no sign of recognition.

At one time or another, everyone at the dance, students, teaches and parent chaperones stopped by their table. Each time Cathy knelt and said, "Hello, I’m Little Orphan Mandy, this is my mommy and daddy. Daddy is the world famous businessman Daddy Warbucks."

Paul and Megan were hardly having a ball themselves. They loved to dance with each other, but that was difficult. Megan, not wearing heels, barely came up to Paul’s silicon breasts, and they poked her in the eyes as they danced, as Paul couldn’t really feel them, so he was barely aware of the problem. The next dance they attempted, Megan suggested he remove his heels – which he did gladly. But this time his breasts kept hitting her in the chin and throat.

Then there was the matter of his being a sexual object, nobody bothered with Megan in her guise of ‘Daddy Warbucks" or Cathy because she was Cathy and invisible by unspoken edict. Better than a third of the boys did not bring a girl, hoping to latch up with a greater number of likeminded unattached girls, and most asked ‘Tracie’ to dance.

Paul could have murdered Megan, he had successfully avoided every request to dance, and learned the hard way how to make his body language say ‘I’m not interested, find someone else." Paul watched the girls at other tables and consciously learned more about that subject than the previous nineteen years of his life.

But! For the last dance of the evening, Jake Carpenter asked him to dance. Jake was a guard on the varsity basketball team, and at six eight, he was a match for Paul’s height. ‘Daddy’ said loudly, "Go ahead Traci, it’s the last dance, enjoy yourself."

"But I’m going steady, I don’t feel right dancing with anybody else." ‘Tracie/Paul’ said clearly.

"He will never know, its not like you are on a date, it’s just one dance." ‘Daddy/Megan’ said maliciously.

"I’ll know." ‘Tracie almost pleaded.

But with that, Jake took Paul’s manicured hand and just about lifted him to his feet. Paul was lucky it was a slow dance; he wouldn’t have survived being thrown around in his heels without a twisted ankle. On the other hand, Jake pressed him tightly to his chest further restricting Paul’s air supply. Thankfully, Jake didn’t try to kiss him on the lips; Paul wouldn’t have had the strength to resist – another disturbing insight.

The prizes for best costume were announced and our heroes won one as previously mentioned. They walked a short distance to receive their award – Cathy on her knees. In addition, Paul received an individual award for most deceptive costume.

"Speech, Speech" came the cry.

The mike was thrust in Paul’s hand and he realized he had to say something.

"Thanks for the awards, trust me, it wasn’t easy for any of us. On a personal level I just want to thank Jake for the last dance, but Jake, when a girl says no to an offer to dance, pay attention, you never know what you might get!"

 

Part 10 – Aftermath

Mr. Hudson called Cathy into his office the Monday after the dance; both her parents were there. He offered to remove her from probation if she would give her word to become a model student, if she did he would overlook her past behavior, otherwise she would be expelled.

Her mom had noticed the theft, and insisted Cathy pay her back. The only part time job she could find was working in a car wash, but she paid her mother back in full. The following year she went to college.

It would be nice to say Cathy learned her lesson fully, and ceased trying to dominate boys. She didn’t, in fact, it’s her business now, and they pay her well for the privilege. However she did mostly stop tormenting her fellow students, and by and large her acquaintances for a month or so. Strangely, Paul and she became friends while at school, and Paul did what he could to prevent other students from ragging on her too much immediately after Halloween.

Megan agreed that Paul won the bet, as winner he had the right to determine what she would wear. Paul never has exercised that right against Megan’s desires, but Megan often dresses provocatively for him, just for him. They have discussed the lesions he learned, but Megan admitted to her mom that she had learned as much, if not more, than Paul. They were married shortly after graduation, and considered their six years at Stanford a wonderful honeymoon spiced with occasional adventure. Master Quong and Megan became friends, and he introduced her to Chinese healing arts – and martial arts.

The happy couple also found there was a new game they relished, of course in San Francisco no eyebrows are raised. However, back in Megan’s hometown, occasionally Mrs. Hanson can be seen with two daughters shopping, at least she says Paula is her daughter, and a veritable shopping animal at that.

 

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