Lost Balls

by Jennifer White

 

Mike looked down at the scorecard. He was disappointed with his total for the back nine, coming in at 48. he should have been in the low forties! As for his wife Erin, she shot her usual 52, even though she got to play from the red tees, way up in the front. Over the full eighteen holes, he had beaten her 92 to 105.

"I win again" he said, showing her the scorecard.

 

When they had first married, Erin had truly loved Mike. But as all married men do, he had changed over time. Now they had petty spats. Now he no longer tried to impress her, and be gentlemanly all the time. Now he could be annoying or even obnoxious. Like today.

All game long, he had been telling her what to do. Always criticizing her grip, her swing, her choice of which club to use, and everything else. He just didn't relent. And now, he'd want to have a bunch of drinks, although he really should have been worrying about his waist. Maybe if *he* lost some pounds, he'd golf better!

As they drank at the bar, he rubbed salt in Erin's wounds, pointing to the TV where they were showing golf, and telling her about how she was swinging all wrong. He just wouldn't stop, and she was getting very angry. Who cared about golf on TV anyway? How could anyone sit around and watch that? It was way too slow and boring. Erin would much rather have been out doing something, rather than sitting and watching TV, which Mike seemed content with.

 

Now he was getting drink. That would mean he'd be a slob at dinner, then he'd go to bed and snore all night. And if he had any interest in her at all that night, he'd paw at her rudely, without any thought of her feelings, and her need for foreplay. No; the whole evening would be ruined now. Again.

 

As they evening wore on, and Mike finished off his 10th bottle of beer, he was still going on about golf.

"Will you talk about something else?" said Erin, who was very annoyed.

"Why? Because you're a sore loser?" he said.

"Just knock it off" she replied, at the end of her rope.

"You're just jealous, because you know you'll never beat me."

 

That did it. Something in Erin snapped. She decided enough was enough, and it was time for Mike to learn a lesson, and for her to put him in his place.

"You think I can never beat you?" she said. "Do you want to bet?"

"Sure!!" he said, excited about the easy pickings he'd have.

"We'll golf, on the course of my choice, and on *my* terms" she said. "You beat me because you have some advantages. But we're going to play with a level playing field".

"Sure, whatever" said Mike.

"Shake on it then" said Erin. "We'll golf, on my terms. If you lose, then you'll agree to do whatever I ask of you."

"And if I win?" he said.

"Then you can decide what I have to do for you" she said.

"I have a few ideas!" he said, reaching out to paw at her.

"I'm sure you do. But not tonight honey. You're too drunk" she said, stepping aside, and avoiding his advances. Who wants to be pawed at by some drunk? She went up to bed, as Mike passed out on the couch.

 

* * *

 

On Friday of the following week, Erin asked Mike if he remembered the bet they had made the past weekend.

"Oh yeah" he said. "We golf. If I win, you've got to do whatever I want."

"Yes" she replied. "But we're golfing on *my* terms. And if I win, you will do whatever *I* want."

"I remember" said Mike, thinking lustily of what he would have her do for him after he beat her on the golf course! All the things he loved in bed that she though were gross, would be fair game. Maybe he'd finally get a threesome with her hot friend Judy, like he had been dreaming of. Yeah, that was it; he'd make her do the threesome!

 

"I have the tee time all set for Sunday afternoon. Don't plan on doing anything at all, the whole day" she said.

"Sure thing" he replied, eager to get it started.

 

* * *

 

On Sunday, Mike was really excited. The time was at hand! He had practiced putting in the basement the night before, so he'd be sharp. He was *so* ready for their match!

 

"As I told you" said Erin, "We're going to golf today on *my* terms. You only win because you have certain advantages. I'm going to equalize things, and take those advantages away."

"Sure" said Mike, not realizing what she was saying.

 

"First and foremost, you are able to swing differently than I do, because of the shape of your chest. I have boobs, which means I have to swing differently."

"So how are you going to fix that?" laughed Mike, wondering how she'd be able to hide her full D-cup breasts.

"With these" she said, pulling out a box, and handing it to Mike.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Open it" she said.

 

Mike opened the box, and stared inside at two large lumps of silicon gel, shaped to the form of a perfect female breast. There was even a nipple on the top! The box said "D-cup breast forms". Mike picked one up, and stared at it.

"And what are these going to do?"

"They'll make you change your swing, once you put them onto your chest" said Erin.

"I'm not wearing these!" he said. "I'll look like a freak out there!"

"Yes you are wearing them" she said. "You're going to glue them on right now, and not take them off until after we're done golfing. Unless you want to concede the bet to me right now."

"No!" said Mike, not wanting to lose like that! But it wasn't fair for her to do this to him!

"So you'll wear them then. Good. There is a special glue in the box, which will affix them to your chest. Then we'll put you into a bra for more support, so you get the same conditions that I do."

"Glue?" said Mike. "That will hurt when I pull them off!"

"Not if you shave your chest first. With a smooth chest, they will glue on better, and they'll come off easier, once we're done with them."

 

Mike didn't like the idea of wearing fake boobs and a bra on the golf course one bit! How was he going to get out of this?

"But if I have those on my chest, I'll look like a freak" he said. "Everyone will stare at me, and think it is weird for a guy with big boobs to be driving off on the blue tees.."

"I understand. That's why you're going to wear an outfit just like mine, so you can play off the red tees with me. They'll look at you, and think you're a girl."

She showed him an outfit she had purchased, which matched hers. There was a white golf skirt, with light blue trim. The top was sleeveless, with a collar, white, with the same powder blue trim as the skirt. She had found a women's XXXL size, which would fit Mike perfectly.

"I can't wear that!" he said. "They'll see my legs and freak out!"

"No they won't" said Erin. "Because after you shave your chest, you'll shave your legs too. Then you'll just look like a woman on the red tees. Oh, and you had better shave your armpits as well! With the sleeveless top, they'll show, so you had better get busy with the razor!"

 

Mike wondered how he could get out of it, without losing face. He couldn't dress up like a chick to go golfing! That would be humiliating and embarrassing. He had to think of something!

"How about we both play from the blue tees, and you dress like a guy?" he said.

"No" replied Erin. "There are certain disadvantages from the red tees, which you just don't understand. You need to see things my way. You need to see what it is like to swing a club, when you've got boobs. No, you agreed to golf on *my* terms. And these are my terms. No go hit the shower, or else concede the bet."

 

Mike was beaten. He had no choice. He went upstairs, got in the shower, and began the onerous job of removing all of his body hair. He shaved his armpits first. Nobody would notice that (he hoped)!. Then he did his chest. It was usually under his shirt, so no biggie there. But shaving his legs was a different story. He wouldn't be able to go around in shorts again for weeks! What would the guys think if they saw him with smooth hairless legs?

The drain trap was full of hair when he finally got done shaving. He at least knew enough to clean it out of there before he left the bathroom to go get dressed. Erin was waiting for him in the bedroom.

"Put these on" she said, handing him a pair of lacy white panties.

"I can't wear those!" he said.

"Yes you can dear, and you are. You're going to dress up exactly as I do. Now put them on."

Mike pulled the panties on over his smooth legs. They weren't uncomfortable. In fact, they actually felt kind of good, which was disconcerting!

 

"Now lay bad on the bed, so we can glue on your boobs" said Erin.

Mike did as she asked reluctantly. Erin put a few drops of the special glue onto each of the breast forms, and carefully positioned it in place.

"Hold them still for five minutes" she said. "We need to make sure the glue sets properly. You don't want to lean over to pick up a ball, and lose a boob, do you?"

Mike just scowled at her. He had his hands cupped over the fake boobs, which felt cold on his chest. How terrifying and horrible it was to see the mounds on his chest like that! They did start to warm up, as they soaked in his body heat. But the glue was soaking into his skin, and now they were firmly glued in place, which was an awful thought in and of itself.

"Okay, sit up" said Erin.

Mike did so, then let his hands go. The boobs stayed in place.

 

"I'm wearing this bra" said Erin, lifting her top to show him her white bra with pink embroidered flowers. "I have a spare one in the same pattern, which you will wear. Let me adjust the straps, since you have bigger shoulders than I do."

She fiddled with the straps, then handed him the bra. He put the cups over his fake boobs, which was a very scary sight to behold! He put his arms through the loops of the straps, then he reached in back, and tried to fasten it. He was having lots of trouble, and Erin had to do it for him.

He looked in the mirror, and felt ridiculous, wearing the bra that was stuffed full. The insides of his arms felt an unfamiliar sensation, as they rubbed against the side of his bra, and the full cups. Mike thought it would be a relief to put on the top and hide the bra, but it was to tight that it made his boobs almost look bigger! And being a white top with a white bra, you could clearly see the out line of it underneath.

Now Erin handed him his skirt, and told him to put it on. He pulled it up, and she showed him how to position it, and how to tighten it in place. Now he *really* felt silly, wearing a skirt. It didn't even come down to cover his knees! He felt naked in it. How was he going to bend over to pick up a golf ball? This was terrible!

But as bad as it was, Erin was far from done with him.

 

"There" she said. "That will even up things a bit. But now, you have another advantage we need to negate. Your grip. Sit here at my vanity, while I work on your nails."

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"We'll start with these" she said, showing Mike a pack of nail extensions. "I can't grip the club the same way that you do, because I have long nails. We're going to make yours long too, and paint them pink, like mine. And to make sure you treat your hands like a girl, if you get them all scratched up, it will cost you one penalty stoke per major scratch."

"That's not fair!" he said.

"Yes it is" she replied. "Now hold still, so I can attach them."

 

Erin put the nail extensions onto Mike's fingernails. After they were set in place, she filed them down, then painted them the same pink color she used on her own nails. She also made him put on three rings, as she wore. Next, she had him put on a necklace, since she always wore one of those, and dangling earrings. She had some clip-ons, which she told him he was going to have to wear until they were done with the golf match.

 

Mike felt even more foolish now, seeing himself in the mirror wearing jewelry.

"People are going to think I'm a freak!" he said.

"Don't worry honey. We're not done yet" said Erin.

 

Now she did his face, expertly applying all kinds of makeup, to make him appear prettier. After spraying him with perfume, she gave him a tube of her lipstick, and told him he needed to check himself every so often, to make sure he had enough on. And now it was time for his hair. Erin pulled out a wig, with long blonde hair, very similar to hers.

She put it on Mike's head, and showed him how to use bobby pins to keep it in place. She pulled it back into a tight ponytail, and then gave him a pink golf visor to wear. He put it on, and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked so much like a chick now, it was amazing, and completely disconcerting.

 

"No female golfer would be complete without a girl's name" said Erin. "So for our round today, you are *Andrea*."

"Now look" said Mike. This is going too far. We're going to back up, and just forget the whole thing."

Erin put her hands on her hips.

"So, you're giving up, just like that? You've got some strange problem where you're *afraid* to lose to me on the golf course?"

"I'm not going to lose" he said. "But I can't go out like this!"

"Yes you are Andrea" she replied. "We have a tee time. Now lets get going, or we'll be late. You're the always lecturing me about being late for golf."

 

Against his better judgment, Mike put his head down, and followed her down the steps. He put on the little short socks she gave him, which didn't even come up to his ankles. Erin had golf shoes for him, in his size, which were white with pink trim.

In the trunk of her car, there was also a set of lady's clubs, in a pink bag, as well as her own set. The clubs for Mike even had cute head covers, which looked like bunny rabbits: pink, yellow and powder blue.

"A pink bag?"

"Yes dear. No woman would go out on the course with that giant leather bag of yours."

"But those aren't my clubs!"

"I know. But yours are longer than mine, which means you get more leverage. If we are to play on equal footing, you need to play the same gear as I do, so you don't get extra yardage just from the clubs you use."

 

Mike groaned, and went to get in the car, where he found that there was a purse in his seat.

"You left your purse in here" he said.

"No Andrea. That on is *yours*. You will keep it with you at all times, just like a real woman does."

"But why?" he whined.

"Simple. If you don't carry a purse, nobody will believe that you are a woman."

 

Mike groaned. This was getting worse and worse by the moment! But maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Once they got our on the golf course, they would play, and he would kill her. Now that he was teeing off from the red tees, he would be so close to the green! How could Erin be so foolish to think that it would give him an advantage?

 

They arrived at the pro shop, and checked in. Mike felt like a fool, standing there looking like a woman, wearing a skirt. When a guy stared at him, was it because the guy recognized Mike as a man? Or worse yet, was the guy checking him out? That was even worse! It was quite a relief when they went out to their golf cart and loaded up. Of course, this time Erin took the driver's seat, instead of Mike. She drove up to the first tee, and showed the ticket to the starter.

There were two guys warming up on the tee.

"There she is!" said one of them.

As they walked up to the cart, Mike's heart sank. He hadn't planned on playing in a foursome!

"Hey Dave!" she said to the guy. "This is my girlfriend Andrea. Andrea, this is Dave from work, who I've been telling you about."

"Nice to meet you Andrea" said Dave.

"And this is Bill" said Erin.

"Hey" said Bill.

"Hi" said Mike, sheepishly.

 

This was going to be terrible, golfing with guys from Erin's office! Things were getting worse and worse. Mike stood there as the two guys teed off from the blue tees. Dave hit it long, but in the rough. Bill hit his ball longer, but into a sand trap. Out of habit, Mike pulled out the driver, and was about to step up to the blue tees.

"Red tees for you today" chided Erin.

Mike groaned, and sat down in the golf cart. He put his knees together, afraid that the guys would get a look up skirt, which would be disastrous!

 

They drove up to the red tees. And then Mike discovered a couple of other problems. First of all, there were no pockets in the skirt. So he couldn't carry a couple of tees and a couple of golf balls as he usually did. If he lost a ball, he'd have to go back to the cart. That was bad.

He opened up pocket of the golf bag, and removed the golf glove. He put it on, and winced when he noticed that just like Erin's, his glove was a "half glove" which covered the palm, but not the fingers. The color on his long nails seemed so noticeable, so out of place! How was he going to swing a golf club with distractions like that?

He took out a tee (powder blue of course), and a golf ball, which was a hot pink color. Pink. Great.

 

Erin teed up, took one practice swing, and hit. The ball went only 150 yards, but into the middle of the fairway. Now it was Mike's turn to hit. He felt so self-conscious standing there in a skirt! He looked down at the ball, and couldn't help but to notice his long pink nails, his fake boobs, his skirt and his smooth legs. His practice swing felt so weird! He took another practice cut, then tried to hit the ball. He missed completely.

The guys snickered, and he heard someone mutter "women golfers", as he tried to hit it again. This time he made contact, but with all the distractions and the pressure on him, he didn't even get 180 yards off the tee, and he was in the deep rough.

"Now Andrea, you always lecture me about playing by the rules. You're going to count that stroke you took when you missed the ball, aren't you?"

"Yes" he muttered.

"Good" she said.

 

They drove up to their golf balls. Erin hit a 3-wood, when went about 120 yards, into the light ruff before the green. Mike took out a 4-iron, and tried to power the ball out of the rough. But between his distractions, and the unfamiliar short clubs, he topped it, and it only dribbled ahead 50 yards or so.

Bill hit his ball out of the sand trap, near the green. But Dave couldn't find his ball in the deep rough. The guys kept looking for it, but Mike was sure they were way past where the ball went in. He tried to suggest that they look back 50 yards or so, but they just laughed off the suggestion.

"No way" said Dave. "I killed the ball. It's up here somewhere."

 

Mike would have gone into the deep rough to help look, but in his skirt, he felt funny doing that. So he sat with Erin and waited. At long last, Dave gave up and dropped a ball. He hit up on the green. Now it was Mike's turn again. He took out a 6-iron, and walked up to his ball.

Just at that moment, the ranger drove up.

"Ladies" he said, "you're holding things up. Either you need to speed up your pace, or you'll have to pick up and skip the hole."

Mike was so annoyed! It was the guys who had slowed them down, but the ranger was blaming him! Now he was so flustered that he almost missed the ball again on his swing, and it only moved 40 yards ahead.

"The golf course is no place to learn the game" said the ranger in disgust. "If you can't hit better than that, you should be on the range."

 

"She usually hits better than that" said Erin. "She'll improve."

"She had better" said the ranger. "I'll be checking on you."

 

 

"Why did he assume that *I* was the problem?" grumbled Mike, as soon as the Ranger was out of earshot.

"Because men always assume that women golfers slow things down" she said with a sigh.

 

Mike finally got on the green, where he was laying 5. Erin chipped on, so she was laying 3. Bill was on in 3, while Dave hit a greenside bunker, then blasted out and over the green. He finally got on, laying 6! Everyone two-putted, so the scores on the first hole were: Erin and Bill 5, Mike (Andrea) 7, and Dave 8.

 

They drove off to the 2nd hole. Bill teed off, and then it was Dave's turn! It wasn't fair in a way; even though he was the worst of the 4 golfers on the hole, he got to go second, because the "girls" hit from the red tees, further ahead. That was kind of an insult to Mike.

The drove to the red tee, and Mike was very displeased with it. Whereas the men's tees were 30 yards deep, so they could move around the placement, and keep the grass in nice shape. But the women's tees were only about 10 yards deep, so all of the grass was chewed up. There wasn't anywhere good to hit off of. And the ground was hard, because it hadn't been aerated like the men's tees. This would prove to be the rule at the course, rather than the exception.

And to make matters worse, the men's tees were lined up with the middle of the fairway, whereas the women's tees were way off to one side. So if you hit the ball straight, you'd be in the rough. You had to aim out of line to hit the middle of the fairway, which made things just that much harder.

 

Mike ended up with a 6 on the hole, tying Erin. So he was still 2 shots back after 2 holes. Then they reached hole number 3, which was a par 3. And now there was another problem: the hole required a hit over a small pond. The men's tees were nicely elevated, as was the green. But the forward tees were on lower ground, almost at the edge of the pond. That meant you had to hit *uphill* to reach the green, which was always harder to do.

Mike tried to crank one to the green, but shanked it, and hit it into the water. Erin hit a 3-wood off the tee, and almost reached the green. But at least she was on dry land! Mike had to hit one from the drop area, so Erin added another stroke to her lead.

 

Now they turned down the path and towards the woods for hole number 4. Almost immediately, they were best by mosquitos nipping on their arms and legs.

"Where's the mosquito spray?" asked Mike, looking through his borrowed bag.

"You can't use that!" said Erin.

"Why not?"

"You're a girl, silly. You can't mix stinky mosquito spray with perfume. Ew!"

"Great, so we just get bit?"

"I'm afraid so" said Erin. "Have you ever met a girl that smelled like bug spray? And would you like her? I didn't think so."

 

And so Mike had to deal with his long hair moving, tickling his neck; boobs interfering with his normal swing; the dangling earrings moving, or the necklace. When the wind blew, it went up his skirt, which felt really strange and scary. But after a while, he started to get the feel of his clubs, and started to get more used to being dressed as a woman.

As a result, he started to catch up with Erin's score. When they got off the 7th hole, Mike was only one shot back from Erin, and he was starting to believe that he was going to catch her and pass her. He smiled as he stood up to walk over to the porta-john. He was confident he was going to catch her.

"And just where do you think you're going?" asked Erin.

"To the rest room" he replied.

"Oh no you're not. A girl wouldn't go into one of those, unless it was an emergency! They are so dirty, and the stink. Plus men get pee all over the toilet seat. And there are no mirrors to check your hair and your makeup. No, you're going to have to wait until we get to the clubhouse. Then you can use the lady's room."

"I can't go in there!" he hissed to her.

"It is either there, or wait until we get home."

 

Now Mike had to pee, but he had to wait, which was another distraction. Plus, he was now flustered, about the prospect of having to enter the lady's restroom! That hurt his game, and he lost back two of the strokes he had gained on Erin. When they completed the 9th hold, he was three back of her.

Now they stopped "at the turn" to get some refreshments. Mike stood up, ready to walk to the clubhouse.

"You forgot your purse Andrea" whispered Erin. "Remember, a woman never wanders off without it!"

Mike blushed as he put his purse over his arm, and walked in with Erin. He followed Erin into the lady's room. He was very relieved when nobody else was in sight. It wasn't that different from the men's room really, except that there were all stalls, instead of having fixtures on the wall. And it seemed somewhat cleaner as well.

Mike went into one of the stalls, pulled up his skirt, pulled down his panties, and took at seat to pee. He knew he couldn't do it standing up, in case anyone walked in and saw his feet facing the wrong way inside the stall. He didn't want some woman to catch him in there, and discover he was really a guy. That would be even more humiliating for him!

 

After washing his hands, Erin told him to check his lipstick.

"It needs to be touched up" she said, shaking her head. "I put your lipstick in your purse."

Mike opened the purse, and looked inside. There he saw a change purse, chewing gum, tampons (!), and finally, the tube of lipstick. He took the top off, and applied some to his lips, so that they color was again even. Erin nodded in approval, so he put it back into his purse, and zipped it shut.

They went to the bar, where the guys were drinking beer.

"Would you girls like a drink?" asked Dave.

"Sure! I'll have an iced tea" said Erin. "And so will Andrea."

 

When he handed the drinks to them, Mike instinctively asked how much he owed.

"Don't worry babe, it's on me" said Dave, giving a wink of his eye.

 

Mike and Erin sat down at a table with Dave and Bill, who were gobbling down a hot dog & bag of chips each, along with their beers.

"I'm so glad we were able to hook up to go golfing with you" said Bill to Erin.

"Yeah, you're so fun to hang out with. We should do this more often" added Dave.

"Oh yes" said Erin, batter her eyelashes at them as she talked. "It is *wonderful* hanging out with two guys like you! I'm one lucky girl."

Mike didn't like this one bit! She was flirting with the guys! She was laughing and giggling at their little jokes, making eye contact with them, and acting is if their conversation was the most interesting thing she had ever heard! Mike was upset and annoyed beyond words!

"Hey, maybe when we're done golfing, we can go out and have some fun" said Dave.

"Mmmm, that would be great" said Erin. She licked her lips, then suggestively started to suck on her straw! Mike was just livid, but there was nothing he could do. At last, they were walking back to their golf cart, so they could play the back nine. Mike was so full of adrenaline, that he swung and missed on his tee shot, then hurriedly took another bad swing, hitting the ball into the deep rough.

He looked up to see the ranger scowling at him. He hurried into the golf cart, to get away!

 

"How could you flirt with them like that? You're with me!" said Mike, now that he was alone with Erin.

"First of all" she said, "I'm with you, but you are my *girlfriend* today. Today, I don't have a man. So I can flirt with the guys if I want to. And secondly, Dave is yummy. Tell me Andrea, do you think Bill is cute? I think he has the hots for you."

"No!" said Mike. "I don't think *any* guy is cute!"

"That's too bad" said Erin. "I think you and Bill would make a cute couple. You should at least try dating him a few times, before you dismiss him like that."

 

Mike was so upset now, that he ended up taking an 8 on the hole, while Erin shot a 6. On the next set of tees, she continued to flirt with the guys, which caused Mike to mess up another tee shot. This time, it was so deep into the woods, that he couldn't find the ball. He hit another, but this one went into the pond.

"I guess you've lost your balls" smirked Erin.

 

The rest of the back nine was a disaster for Mike. He shot 56, while Erin cruised with a 51. And so after the round, the full score was: Erin 104, Mike 113. Erin hadn't just beaten him, she had demolished him.

 

"Okay" he conceded. "You win the bet."

"Thank you" said Erin. "I told you I would win."

"I don't think it was fair" he said.

"Yes it was. As I told you, I just took away your advantages, so we'd have a fair game. And now, you've got to do what I want."

"Okay" said Mike. "What do I have to do?"

"Double date" she said.

"With who?" he asked.

"We'll go home, get all dolled up, then I'll go out with Dave, while you hook up with Bill."

 

"No!!!" he said, stunned. "I'm not dating a man!"

"Yes you are. You lost the bet."

"But dating a man? Come on Erin!"

 

"Look Andrea. We've been having problems lately. I think you need to gain a woman's perspective on things, so that we can grow closer together. If you're not willing to date Bill, then our relationship is over. If you don't want to learn and grow, then I'm done with you."

"To stay with you, I have to pretend to be a woman, and date a man?"

"Yes" she said. "Plus, I think I like you better as Andrea, than as Mike. For losing the bet, I was considering telling you that you had to be Andrea every weekend for a year. This way, you only have to be Andrea for one night. I'll hook up with Dave. You can hang out with Bill."

"What do you mean 'hook up'?" said Mike.

"You know. Us two. Alone. We'll have some fun together. You can Bill can do whatever you like, while we get busy."

"Erin!" said Mike. "You're asking for too much! You can't do this to me!"

"Then would you prefer to become Andrea every weekend for a year?"

"Yes, I'd rather do that!"

"Okay" said Erin. "It is a deal. Every Friday after work, you'll become Andrea. And you'll be her, until we go to bed on Sunday. You will act as a woman, think like a woman, and *be* a woman for that time. For a whole year."

 

* * *

 

"I can't believe that you got your Mike to become a woman like that" said Donna.

"It was easy" said Erin. "And now, I've got him doing it all weekend for a year. Soon, I'll introduce him to female hormones, and make him stay female for longer and longer times."

"How far are you going to take it?" asked Donna, as she sipped her drink.

"I really don't know. I honestly *do* like 'Andrea' more than I like Mike. Andrea helps with the housework. She knows how to communicate. She goes shopping with me. She is more fun, and a much better person. So I might move him to becoming a full time woman. Maybe some day I'll give him implants and the works."

"You'll have to teach me how you did it, so I can try the same thing on my Andrew."

"Certainly" said Erin. "I'll drink to that!"

  

  

  

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