This story is dedicated to all the guys who think that women play too slowly on the golf course, or who think that we have it easy because we get to hit from the red tees....

  

Scrambled

by Jennifer White

  

It was Sunday afternoon, so the guys were out on the golf course. Just like every Sunday. Jeff, Chris, Mark and Bob has been golfing together for over ten years now. All were good golfers, but none were able to break par more than once per year.

They had started playing together in college. Now everyone but Mark were married, but they still managed to get out there and get their 18 holes in every week. They also went for golf vacations a couple of times a year, traveling to Florida or North Carolina to hit the best courses available.

But to them, the highlight of the year happened every fall, when they played the alumni golf "scramble" at the university they all attended. It was a very tough course, kept in perfect shape. The competition was really tough. But each year, spectacular prizes were offered. The cost was $250 per person, which helped raise money for the school as well.

"You're spending $250 for a round of golf?" said Jeff's wife Pam, when they all got together for dinner.

"Its to raise money for the school" replied Jeff.

"Can't you play a $40 course, and donate $100?" asked Amy, who was married to Chris.

"Its not the same!" said Chris defensively. The girls were always upset when their guys spent big money on golf. And this was no exception. They just didn't understand.

"And what's up with this scramble thing?" said Bob's wife, Liz.

"Its a best ball" offered Bob, but the look on her face made it clear that she didn't know what that meant.

"Everyone hits a tee shot" said Mark, "then you pick the best one. The other three pick up their balls, and all four players hit from the best spot. Then you keep doing that for the whole round."

"Oh, I see, so as long as one person hits a good shot, you're always hitting from a good spot."

"Exactly!" said Mark.

"Yeah, it means that Jeff won't have use three shots to hit out of the sand trap" said Chris.

"Hey, that was bad luck!" said Jeff. The guys would needle each other about their games. They were merciless. Pam, Amy and Liz played a little golf, but the guys didn't want to golf with *them*. They thought that women golfers slowed things down too much, and it kept them from having fun. They would whine about the drinking for example, or the cigars. And they looked down on the girls as inferior golfers. So the guys wanted to golf without their women.

* * *

 

"Did you see the top prize this year?" said Chris excitedly.

"No, what is it?"

"Four tickets to the Superbowl!"

"No way!"

The guys were in a frenzy. Tickets to the Superbowl? The biggest football game of the year? In some exciting warm weather city like Miami every year? They would go for a week to party, play golf, and watch the game itself.

"We *have* to win this year" said Bob.

"You've got that right!" said Chris, who was already filling out the entry form for the team.

 

That Sunday, the guys had a tee time at the school. They wanted to practice there as much as possible. It was early July, but the big tournament wasn't until September. They started their round, and took notes to prepare.

On the second hole, three of the guys hit their drives into the water or out of bounds. The problem was that the wind was in their face, and they had to hit the ball 200 yards to get over the swamp. Then the fairway bent 90 degrees in a severe "dogleg".

As they hit their next shots from the drop area across the water, Mark shook his head.

"Look at that. The lady's tees are way over here. They don't even have to cross the water. That hardly seems fair."

They all griped about it, and played the hole out. It was true: the women got to tee off where they could just hit a drive down the fairway, without having to cross the hazard. It meant that a woman hitting a grounder 25 yards would have a better drive than a man who hit the ball 250 yards. And if she could hit it 150 yards, it would turn a difficult hole into an easy birdie hole.

This made the foursome notice that on the 3rd hole, the women's tee were again in a place which would give the ladies a huge advantage. It was a par 3, but the men had to hit their tee shots through a tight chute, created by trees on both sides. The lady's tees were far enough forward that it was in the clearing. And they were short enough that the water and sandtrap weren't really factors like they were for the guys.

On the fourth hold, the women didn't have to hit over trees if they wanted to cut the corner. Again, a woman who could just hit the ball 150 yards would be able to set up the hole for an easy birdie. But for the men, it was hard not to lose a ball off the tee.

 

When they completed their rounds, they were all griping about it. They got quiet when they noticed Bill Campbell walk through the clubhouse. He was a great golfer, and his team had won the scramble two of the past three years.

"We need a ringer like that" said Jeff.

"Yeah, then we'd win for sure" said Chris.

"But we can't break up our group! If its not us four, then it wouldn't be right" said Mark.

"Yeah, if we bring in a ringer, they'll want the tickets we win. Who would play with us then give up Superbowl tickets if we win?"

"*When* we win" corrected Jeff.

"What we need," said Mark, "is a good *woman* golfer."

The others laughed.

"No, really. If we had a good woman golfer in our group, think what it would do for us. We'd get birdies on 2 and 4, instead of struggling for a par. We would be in such good shape on so many of those holes! And even if she hit a short shot, we'd still have a good safe ball in the fairway, so we could take chances and go for it."

They thought about it for a moment, and it was true.

"Three problems" said Jeff. "First of all, where would we get a good woman golfer? None of our wives would want to play. Second, if we did that, we'd be breaking up our group. And third: what fun would it be if we had to golf with a chick? She'd cramp our style."

"Unless...." said Mark.

"What?"

"Nah, stupid idea. Never mind."

"No, what?" said Chris.

"Well, you'll all laugh at this, but what if got a man who could play from the ladies tee?"

"And just how would you do that?"

"Make everyone think he was a woman."

"You mean, get one of us wears a skirt, and plays from the red tees?"

"Yeah, but it would never work" said Chris. "They'd pick us out for guys right off."

"Unless we really work on making him look like a girl" said Bob.

They all laughed, and moved on to talking about baseball.

* * *

 

A couple of days later, everyone got together for dinner at Bob's house. They guys were going to head up north Friday for a long weekend of golf, and this was the chance to do the final planning. When Mark arrived last (us he usually did), he found that he was in for a surprise.

"What?" he said, as everyone stared at him when he walked in. Amy and Pam looked at each other, nodded their heads, and smiled.

"No, what?" he repeated.

"Mark, I have some good news for you" said Bob.

"Yes..." he said doubtfully. This didn't sound like good news coming.

"You're not golfing with us this weekend. We're taking Brett instead."

"What? But I took the day off work and everything! How can you leave me out? I need to prepare for the golf tourney too you know!"

"You will be preparing. But in a different manner" said Chris.

Mark gave him a glare.

"You are going to spend the weekend with the girls" said Jeff. "They are going to give you a makeover, and teach you how to pass as a girl."

"No way!" said Mark.

"Yes way!" said Jeff. "We talked it over with the girls, and they thought it would be a lot of fun."

"Why do I have to be the woman?"

"It was your idea" said Jeff.

"And you're the smallest of the four. You'd pass the best."

"I'll never pass as a woman!" protested Mark.

"Wait until we get through with you" said Amy. Mark didn't like the tone of her voice, or the implications.

"We'll put you through boot camp this weekend" said Pam.

"Or as I like to call it, 'boob camp'!" added Liz.

Everyone laughed. Except Mark.

"Do you want to win the golf scramble or not?" said Jeff.

"And let us all down" said Bob.

"Come on, take one for the team!" said Chris.

They kept pestering him, even the girls.

"It won't be so bad. Come on, party with the girls for a weekend!" said Pam.

"Yeah, we'd love to hang out with you" said Liz.

"Don't you want to find out what we do when the guys are away? What *we* do for fun?" said Pam in a teasing tone of voice.

It was all too much. He wasn't excited about it, but he was getting so much pressure from everyone.

"Okay, I'll do it!" he said. "But if it doesn't work out this weekend, then that's it."

"Agreed!" said Bob.

They all raised their glasses to drink to it. Mark reluctantly lifted his too and took a drink. He would need several drinks to get through this ordeal.

* * *

 

Friday morning at 7:00am, the four guys met at Jeff's house, along with Amy and Liz. Soon, Brett showed up with his clubs. He climbed into the SUV with Bob, Jeff and Chris. Mark and the girls waved good-bye as they pulled out of the driveway, and headed out towards their golf vacation.

Mark looked up at the girls. He didn't like they way they were looking him up and down.

"The first thing you need to do," said Amy, "Is to go and shave."

"I already shaved this morning" said Mark.

"Not where we're going to shave you" said Amy, looking at his legs.

"No!" he said.

"If you're going to pass as a girl, you need to shave your legs. And your chest and armpits too. Please don't protest. You promised to give it a try for the weekend."

"Yeah. Just let us do our thing. If you keep fighting it, we'll just waste time" added Liz.

Mark took the towel and pink shaver that Pam held out for him, and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he arrived in the bedroom wearing only a bathrobe.

"Lets start with these" said Amy, handing him a pair of white panties, which had lacy trim.

"Why do I have to wear these?" said Mark.

"Because you'd look silly wearing boxers under your golf skirt."

"Golf skirt?"

"Yes. We got you an outfit. We did some shopping" said Liz.

The girls turned their heads as Mark pulled up the panties over his freshly shaved legs.

"Now take off that robe" said Liz.

"But..." he started.

"Look Mark. This weekend, you're a girl. You are going to do everything as a girl. One woman seeing another woman half naked is not a problem. No, we don't go around half naked in front of each other if we don't have to, but you're going to have to get over this, and think of yourself as a girl if we're going to get anywhere" said Amy.

"Maybe it would be easier if we gave her a girl's name now" said Liz.

"Good idea Liz!" said Pam. "What about Marcy? Or Marsha?"

"No good" said Amy, shaking her head. "If the golf group is Chris, Jeff, Bob and *Marcy*, it might raise suspicions."

"What is the name of that girl you were trying to get to dance with you at the club last weekend?" asked Pam.

"Her name was Andrea" said Mark.

"She was a real hottie, wasn't she?" said Amy.

"Yeah. And she blew me off."

"Well I've got good news for you" said Pam. Mark doubted that this was going to be good news either. "You are going to *become* her."

"Hi Andrea!" said Amy.

"Hi Andrea!" said Liz.

"Come on Andrea, answer her" said Pam. "I'm Pam. And you are..."

"Hi, I'm Andrea" said Mark.

"Nice to meet you Andrea."

"Now Andrea, take that robe off. We're all girls here."

Mark let the robe fall to the floor. He was embarrassed at how much of his privates were visible through the lacy panties.

"Now let's get these on you" said Amy, holding out two breasts. They were some sort of silicone gel, shaped just like breasts, but with side flaps. They even had nipples protruding from them.

Amy applied a few drops of a fluid to them, then positioned each of them over Mark's nipples.

"Hold your hands over them to keep them in place until they dry" said Pam.

Mark did it, and felt so strange. It was like he had boobs now! He felt their weight in his hands. They were cold, but they quickly came up to body temperature.

"Okay, let go" said Amy.

Mark did it, and felt so awful as he looked down and saw boobs on his chest. He looked up and saw Amy holding out a bra that matched the panties.

"Hold your arms out" she said. She pulled the bra onto him, and Pam closed the clasps in the back. Mark looked in the mirror, and couldn't stop staring at the image of himself with big boobs. Unless you looked really close, they seemed real.

Liz then held up a sexy black skirt.

"What about the golf outfit?" said Mark.

"Oh Andrea, don't be silly. When we go golfing tomorrow, you can wear your golf outfit. But today, you'll wear something more appropriate for what we're going to do."

Mark pulled on the skirt, and zipped it up in back. He didn't protest as they put on a coordinated top, which had one inch wide straps made of lace with a heart pattern. The trim also went along the neckline, allowing just a glimpse of the cleavage below. It was a very sexy top.

"Lets see you in the mirror Andrea" said Pam.

"That's pretty good, but look how the skirt lays" said Amy, shaking her head.

"She doesn't have much of a figure" said Liz.

"Pam, go to the store. You know what we need. We'll work on the other stuff while you're gone."

Pam said good-bye, grabbed her purse and headed out. Meanwhile, Amy and Liz led Mark to the vanity, and had him sit down.

"Liz will do you nails, while I start with the wig" said Amy.

Liz worked on Mark's cuticles, then shaped and filed the nails. His nails were too short to do much with, but she did her best. She started to apply the nail polish, while Amy kept working on the wig.

"We need to get this just right, so it doesn't come loose. We can't have you losing your head on the golf course!"

Even Mark laughed at that one.

Amy moved on to the makeup, while Liz was applying a second coat, then the sealer. Amy was good with makeup, and made sure to use enough to change the features that needed changing, but not too much. Mark was stunned at the effects. She made it look like he had full Luscious lips, high cheekbones, and alluring eyes. He had never worn makeup before, and hadn't realized all it could do to enhance your looks and hide your flaws.

Between that and the long hair, Mark felt like he was losing himself in femininity. They girls chatted with him all the time, as if he was a girl too. They kept calling him 'Andrea', so he would become used to the name.

Amy pulled out a set of contact lenses.

"I don't wear contacts" said Mark.

"These aren't corrective lenses. They just change your eye color. You are going to have striking green eyes" she said. Mark put them in, and was amazed at how it changed his whole look, having eyes like that.

 

Pam arrived with a shopping bag.

"Andrea, take off your skirt" said Amy.

Mark unzipped it, and carefully pulled it off.

"I have a couple of things for you" said Pam. First, there was a girdle. Mark stepped into it, and she adjusted it, then closed it tight. Mark gasped for a second as it closed around him.

"This will flatten your tummy, and make it look a little like you have curves" said Liz.

Next, Pam had a special pair of underwear. They had pockets in strategic places, into which they slid padding. Once Mark pulled them on, it made it look like he had wider hips, and more padding on his rear. Then he put the skirt back on.

"Oh, that's much better" said Amy.

"Look how it lays now the she has curves" said Pam.

With the wider hips and padded rear, the skirt no longer just went straight down. Instead, it flared out at the hips, and tapered as it went on up. It made a much more convincing look. When Mark looked in the mirror, it really did look at first glance like he was a girl.

"We have so much to work on!" said Amy. "We need to change the way you walk. The way you sit. The way you stand! Your posture, your hand movements. Lets get too it girls. Lets teach Andrea how to move like one of us."

* * *

 

By evening, Mark's feet were aching. He didn't understand why they had made him wear high heeled shoes all day, or why he had to be on his feet, unless he was practicing how to stand or how to sit. It really was like boot camp. Drill, repeat, repeat. They had him go over things again and again until it was becoming automatic for him. Holding his shoulders back, jutting out his chest, with his spine in the correct posture had been hard to learn, but he was getting good at it now.

Wearing all the feminine garb, he felt so helpless, so passive! He completely caved in to them, and let them order him around without protests anymore. After a while, he was actually starting to have fun in his role as Andrea.

By dinner time, all four were hungry, so Pam suggested that they all go out to dinner. Mark didn't protest the idea of going outside as Andrea. He would have to be 'her' in public all day when he golfed, so he had to get used to it.

They ordered for him, so he could learn to eat like a girl. They ordered him wine instead of his usual large beer. Or a salad instead of a fatty appetizer. Or that they would order one dessert, and share it amongst the four of them. That way, they each got one or two bites, but didn't have to feel guilty.

"Guys are lucky. They can lose weight quickly. It takes us much longer, and it is a lot more work!" said Liz.

"Yeah, we have to constantly work to keep our figures. And if you ever get pregnant, watch out what that does to your body!"

"Hopefully, I won't have to worry about that" said Mark.

"Oh Andrea!" said Liz, as they all laughed and giggled.

 

Next, they made Mark go to the bar with them, where they had margaritas, danced to the DJ, and sat around talking. Over the 90 minutes they were in the bar, there were at least a dozen guys who hit on them. That was the only thing that made Mark feel very uncomfortable.

"How do you handle it?" he said. "Being hit on like that?"

"We blow them off most of the time. And anyway, we're all married" said Amy.

"But it doesn't hurt to scope them out, or to have one dance!" said Liz.

"I felt so awful when that scuzzy guy tried to hit on me" said Mark.

"Now you know how Andrea felt last weekend when *you* were trying to hit on her. After being bothered by so many guys, it is pretty easy to get cold and just blow them off."

"But they're at the bar! They want to get picked up" said Mark.

"Do *you* want to get picked up tonight?"

"Of course not!" he said.

"Well, same with us. We might come here just for fun too. Or to unwind. Just because a woman is at the bar, doesn't mean she wants you to hit on her."

"I never thought of that" said Mark.

* * *

 

Mark spent the night over, as did the other girls. He wore a nightie, and slept on the couch after they stayed up late watching a movie.

In the morning, he showered, shaved, and put his boobs on.

"Where's my golf outfit?" he said, eager to hit the links.

"We're not going out until after noon" said Liz.

"Why? I usually golf early."

"Mark golfs early, but not Andrea."

"Why?" he said.

"Most courses frown on women golfers playing early tee times."

"They think we slow down play too much" said Liz.

"You'll find out how it is for us. Its not what you think" added Amy.

 

They spent the morning teaching Mark how to do his own makeup, then spent more time on making him learn how to act like a girl. It was only at 11:00 that they presented him with his new golf outfit. It consisted of a white skirt with powder blue trim, and a matching collared top with short sleeves. There was also a matching golf cap.

"We would have gotten a sleeveless one for you, but your shoulders are too big. We need to hide them" said Amy. Mark wasn't a large man, but he was still a man. But with all the work they did to him, he could pass for a large woman.

"Now show me how you would tee up a ball" said Amy, once 'Andrea' was fully dressed in 'her' new outfit. They put 'her' long hair from the wig up into a ponytail, and pulled it through the opening at the back of the cap.

"Cute" said Liz.

Mark pretended to tee up a golf ball, like they asked.

"No, no, no!" said Pam, shaking her head.

"Remember Andrea, you're wearing a skirt. You can't do something like that where you spread your legs wide open. Here, do it like this."

Amy stood with her feet close together. She bent from her waist only, and pretended to put the ball on the tee. Her pantyline showed through her shorts as she did it.

"That drives guys crazy, to see a girl with her butt in the air like that" said Liz.

"Try to look dainty when you tee up" added Pam.

Mark went through their 'tee up' move a dozen times, until they were happy with it. Now it was finally time to head to the course.

* * *

 

They had a 1:17 tee time at the university course. Jeff and Bob had met their future wives when they were students together, so Pam and Liz had played the course before. Only Amy was going to try it for the first time. The three women weren't bad golfers, but not good enough for the guys.

"Now remember" said Amy, as they loaded their clubs into their golf carts, "You can't go out there and swing like a guy."

"That would be a dead giveaway" said Pam.

"Remember what Anika Sorenstam says" added Liz.

"What's that?" asked Mark.

"That she never swings more that 80% of her maximum on big shots. Slow and smooth is the way to go."

"I'll try to remember" said Mark.

 

They got to the first tee, and had to wait while the group ahead of them hit to the green. They were slow, and it seemed like a long time that the girls had to wait.

"Now remember, you're going to learn today that playing from the red tees has a unique set of problems" said Amy. "Its not what you think."

"How's that? You get easy tee placements."

"Just wait and see" she said.

 

Finally, the girls could tee off. Amy, Liz and Pam all hit shorter drives than the guys would have, but they were all in the fairway, or the first cut of rough. Mark teed it up like they had taught him, then tried to swing as slowly as possible, and was surprised that his drive wound up in the fairway too. Instead of trying to crush the ball, and ending up in the trees, he was right in the middle of the fairway. Yes, he lost a lot of distance, but since he started from the lady's tee, he was just 100 yards away from the green.

"Nice shot Andrea" said Amy.

"Thanks!" replied Mark.

They played out the hole, with Mark getting a par.

"Two things" said Pam.

"What?" he asked.

"First, you can't drive that aggressively as a girl. You need to go slow and safe. Better yet, let the guy drive, and just ride along. And keep your feet in the cart when you ride! You look foolish."

"Sorry" he said.

"And secondly, you're taking way too long. A woman doesn't go through a long routine like a man does. Just get up there, take a quick practice swing, then hit! Don't do all that fiddling around!"

 

They drove their carts to the second tee. Mark got out to wash off the golfball. He looked around, but couldn't find a ball washer.

"Where's the ball washer?" he said.

"We don't get one. They put them up by the men's tees, but not for us."

"That's not fair!" he protested.

"Tell me about it!" said Amy. "And that's just one little disadvantage we get."

Mark didn't know what they meant, but he would soon learn. He was excited that they were on the 2nd tee, past all of the water, and able to just hit the ball down the fairway.

"Hey" he said when it was his turn to hit. "This tee box is crooked! Its facing off to the side."

"A lot of courses add on the lady's tee box as an afterthought" said Liz. "We get stuck with tees like this that aren't even aimed towards the fairway."

"That sucks!" said Mark.

"You've got that right Andrea!"

Mark swung slowly again, and topped the ball. He swore as it only rolled 100 yards.

"You can't swear like that" said Amy. "If you hit a bad shot, just keep quiet. A lady would never swear on the golf course."

Mark was unhappy with his shot, until he arrived at it in the golf cart. He noticed that he was in the middle of the fairway, and just an easy iron shot away from the green! He never had a drive in this good of a spot from the men's tees, even though he had played the course at least 50 times before. His face lit up when he realized that a hundred yard roller really *was* a good shot!

He happily played out the hole, then drove to the third tee. Mark reached into his golf bag, and pulled out a bottle of schnapps. It would be a bit of a wait until the group ahead of them cleared the green. They weren't courteous, and did not wave the girls up. So they had to wait. A perfect opportunity for a quick drink.

"No!" said Amy.

"Why not?" said Mark.

"Girls don't drink on the course. And if we did, it would be a cooler or something. We would not put our lips on a dirty bottle like that. Ew!"

"Then how about..." he said, pulling out his cigar.

"No!!!" said all three girls in unison.

"Have you ever seen a woman sucking on a big cigar?" said Liz.

"You would look ridiculous. Don't even think of it!" said Pam. "That would be a dead giveaway."

"And if you want to be an authentic woman, you should complain and whine if a man near you lights up."

"Good idea Liz!" said Amy.

Mark put away the cigars and the booze. He was disappointed. How are you supposed to golf if you can't smoke or drink?

The group ahead of them finally got off the green, so the girls teed up. The men's tees were high on a hill, so they had a good view of the elevated green. But the ladies tees were down low, so it was a blind shot for them.

"I can't see the pin! How am I supposed to know if my shot stayed on the green or not?" said Mark.

They just glared at him.

"Oh, sorry" he said.

He teed it up, as they had showed him, then hit his shot without going through his long routine. He was surprised to find that he actually hit the ball better, because he didn't tighten up with all of his normal preparations. He just stepped up, and hit. It was simple, and it worked great!

It turned out that all four of them were on or near the green. They chipped on, then stood aside and waived up the next group, as is proper with golf etiquette. Then they went on up, and hit their putts. They got into the golf cart, and drove to the 4th tee.

When the arrived there, they found a ranger waiting for them.

"Ladies, you're going to need to speed things up" he said. "The course is running late, and you are falling behind."

Mark was about to say something, but Amy elbowed him, and said "Sssh!"

Liz acted strangely smily and giggle with the ranger, and promised that they would try better to keep up.

"Why did you do that?" said Mark as soon as the ranger pulled away.

"If we gave him any lip, he'd be all over us. We've been thrown off the course before, for playing 'too slow'."

"But we've waited every shot for those guys ahead of us!"

"It doesn't matter. Rangers think that women are too slow, so we get harassed. Get used to it."

"Be glad you don't drive a car as a woman every day. I get pulled over by cops all the time, even though I didn't do anything wrong. They just want to check us out."

"That's terrible!" said Mark.

"You had better tee up Andrea. They're out of range now."

Mark went to the tee, and made another discovery. The men's tees were large in size, to the grounds keepers could move around the tee box all the time. This meant that the grass at the tee was in decent shape. But the area for the lady's tees was very small, so it was all chewed up.

"There isn't a flat place to stand on!" protested Mark.

"You'll have to make do the best you can" said Amy. "We do. Quit whining and hit."

"You women are always whining about something" giggled Liz.

 

When they got to the next tee, Mark started to walk to the porta-john.

"Where are you going Andrea?" said Amy.

"I have to pee" said Mark.

"Not in there you don't!"

"Where then, in the woods?"

"Ew! No way silly. You have to wait until you get to the clubhouse."

"Why?"

"A woman would not pull down her panties and sit on something that dirty, unless it was a real emergency. Hold it in like we do, and wait until we get back to the clubhouse."

Mark wasn't happy, but he turned away. Waiting until he got to the clubhouse also meant that he would have to go into the women's room. Something he wasn't looking forward to doing.

* * *

 

"You did very good Andrea" said Amy, once they arrived home. "You acted like a girl, and nobody looked at you twice. They didn't even question you when you went into the lady's room."

"Yes Andrea, you make a wonderful woman!" said Liz.

"Uh, thanks, I think" said Mark.

The girls cleaned themselves up, put on new outfits, and went out to dinner again. Then they caught a movie, had a nightcap, then went home.

"Tomorrow we'll work on some more things, but the guys get home in the late afternoon. We'll need to clean up the house."

 

Mark felt sore all over, from all that they had him do. They made him do housework, so he could practice how to do things with grace, even when doing work. More walking around in heels. More putting on and taking off makeup. But now came the hardest part.

The guys would be home in half an hour. He would have to show off for them. He put his makeup on again, dressed up in the golf outfit, and waited in the living room.

The guys were only fifteen minutes late. They didn't invite Brett inside, which suited Mark just fine. It was one thing for the girls to see him as 'Andrea'. It was another thing for his friends to see him. But for someone he barely knew to see him like this, knowing it was him, would have been too much. It hadn't been so bad yesterday, because he had been anonymous. But what would Brett think, seeing him looking like a girl?

 

"Wow Mark, look at you! You look like a chick!" said Jeff.

"It's Andrea, not 'Mark'." he replied.

"Andrea, nice legs!" said Bob.

Chris just whistled.

"Come on guys, be nice to her" said Amy. "She is doing a great job. She golfed with us yesterday, and did very good."

"What's good?" said Bob.

"Two over par" replied Amy.

The guys looked at each other. If 'Andrea' could almost break par, by 'herself', then in a scramble they would have a great score for sure! And the girls had done such a great job, they would have sworn that she really was a woman. There were only small subtle things that said otherwise. But they would work on those.

* * *

 

From then on, every weekend, Mark would go to the girl's, and become 'Andrea'. Andrea would hang out with the girls and their husbands all weekend, doing whatever the group did. On Sundays, the guys would golf with Brett, and the girls would go off on their own to golf too.

Andrea was finding it exciting to go shopping now. By the time it was a week before the big golf outing, she had a dozen outfits that she had picked out herself. She was wearing jewelry now, rings, necklace, even an anklet.

The girls had chipped in too, and had bought a new pink golf bag for her. Even her club covers were feminine and frilly looking now.

 

It was Friday now, two days until they teed off. The girls took Andrea to the mall, and had her ears pierced. They also took her to a spa, and had her eyebrows waxed, bringing them down to a thin feminine line of hair, instead of their former bushy appearance.

Andrea was very much used to being in public now, and was no longer feeling uncomfortable as a girl. In fact, 'she' had because so used to it, that she had loosened up, and was really enjoying the various freedoms and advantages of being a pretty girl. Like having the door held open for you. Or being able to get good service by batter her eyes at a man.

It scared Mark a little, because he was so comfortable at it. Realizing that he liked being a girl made him scared. But he couldn't stop now. It was almost time. He stayed as Andrea all day Saturday, even at his own house, just as he did every weekend now. Even some weeknights too. He went to bed early to make sure he was well rested for the big day tomorrow.

 

On Sunday morning, 'Andrea' woke up early, showered, shaved, put on her makeup, and got into her golf outfit. She ate a healthy light breakfast, and was doing the dishes when the guys rolled up in their SUV. She pointed to her clubs, and motioned to Chris to load them in for her. Another advantage of being a woman.

Chris grumbled, but loaded up the clubs. The three guys stared at 'Andrea' as she fixed her lipstick using the mirror behind the visor in the front seat, as they drove. They thought how well Mark had been getting into the role. They were going to fool everybody for sure!

The arrived at the golf course, registered, and loaded up their golf carts. Again, Andrea made the guys load up her clubs.

"I have to go to the potty" she said, as she headed to the lady's room.

"Hurry up, don't make us late!" said Bob.

"Why do chicks always have to go at a time like this?" said Chris.

"If you were a girl, you'd understand" said Andrea. She didn't want to get caught needing to use the porta-john again.

 

They got to the first tee, and it was finally time to go. Jeff started off by blasting a long drive, but into the deep rough where it would be hard to hit a shot. Chris followed with a snap hook into the trees. Bob took way too big of a swing, and popped the ball way high into the air, and it only went one hundred yards.

They drove forward to the red tees. They were surprised at how 'cute' Andrea acted as she teed it up. And how quickly she hit. Mark had a long routine, but Andrea just walked up to the tee, set up the ball, and hit. 'She' took a nice smooth swing, and hit the ball 180 yards. But it was right up the middle, leaving an easy shot to the green.

They all played from Andrea's tee shot.

"I think it's a 9 iron" said Jeff.

"If you hit a 9, I'm using a wedge" said Chris.

Jeff was on the front of the green with his shot, but the pin was in the back. Chris was way short of the green with his wedge. Bob tried to muscle a wedge, and ended up in the sand. Andrea used an 8 iron, took a nice smooth swing, and ended up ten feet from the flag!

Since Andrea hit the green, 'she' had the honor of putting first. She drained it, and the group had a birdie! The guys were all excited, but they failed to notice that it was actually the 'woman' who had done all the work on that hole.

The second hole was similar. All three men had poor drives, in the woods or the water. But Andrea hit a nice 170 yard shot, down the middle, which set up another birdie. They were 2 under, after 2 holes. There were 2 groups waiting to tee off on the par 3, as often happens in golf scrambles.

"Jeff, how's it going old pal?" said the guy from the group two places ahead of them. They talked for a while, and the guy leaned out the golf cart that Jeff and Andrea were riding in.

"Can you put that thing out?" sand Andrea, crinkling her nose and waving her hand at the smoke coming from his cigar.

He groaned, and turned away.

"How can you golf with a woman in your group?" he said to Jeff as he left.

"What did you do that for? Kevin is a good guy. Plus, you smoke! What's with you? You're acting like a chick!"

"Exactly" said Andrea, with a smile. "Do you think he's going to question if you're playing with a woman now? He's off there complaining about women golfers."

"She's right Jeff" said Bob. "Andrea is doing great."

But he was a little put off when he looked over, and saw 'her' fixing her makeup in her little mirror, rather than getting ready for the next hole.

A guy from the group in front of them had a bottle of whiskey, and offered everyone a sip. The three guys took a shot, but Andrea turned up 'her' nose to it.

"Why won't chicks drink with us?" said the guy.

"Why do guys feel they have to drink to play golf?" said Andrea, causing everyone to laugh.

 

The round continued with Andrea hitting the majority of strokes for the group. After 9 holes, the group was 8 under par! They would have to be among the top groups, so all they needed was a good back nine, and the tickets would be theirs!

At 'the turn' when they bought food in the clubhouse, Andrea pulled Chris aside.

"Please Chris, slow down your swing and just get one in the fairway"

"Why?"

"Everyone is going to be watching me. I need to hit a bad shot so they don't make for such a ringer"

"Okay, I'll play a safe shot."

"Thanks!"

They guys all had hot dogs with lots of mustard and relish piled on. Andrea had an apple and a granola bar.

 

On the 10th tee, Chris did as he promised and took something off his swing to get the ball into the fairway. Bob blasted a long one that looked playable too. So when they drove forward to the red tees, there wasn't much that Andrea could have done to improve on their position anyway. 'She' made sure that her backswing was too long, that toed the ball so that it popped up 50 yards, and landed in the swamp. The guys looking on from the clubhouse and the tee shook their heads. Typical woman golfer.

The group kept up the good work, and were making birdies at every hole. The 12th was a long par 5, but one with the women getting almost a hundred yards advantage over the men's tees. 'She' hit a nice drive of 200 yards, right down the middle. That set up an easy approach, which Chris left 20 feet from the hole. Andrea sank the put to make eagle!

As they came up the 18th fairway, they stood 17 under par. Normally, the winning score was somewhere around 16 to 18 under. 18 was also a par 5, and Andrea's 180 yard drive left them only 200 yards to the green. Again, she had spoken with Chris, and said that she was going to have to play down a bit on that hole, so she didn't raise any eyebrows.

Chris put his approach on the fringe of the green, while Bob was short and Jeff was left. Andrea picked a fairway wood, and made sure that she shanked it so that it only rolled forward 80 yards. The people gathered around to watch the groups finish their rounds smiled. What a waste to put a woman golfer in your group!

Chris putted first, but left it short. Next came Bob, who didn't play enough break, and left it below the hole. Jeff powered his shot through the break. It hit the hole, but didn't drop. That left it up to Andrea.

The guys had all bent over their shots, gone through long involved routines, then missed their putts anyway. Andrea just stepped up, took one practice swing, and hit. Everyone held their breath and watched as the ball rolled. It started to break as is slowed down near the hole. It took the break, and started to touch the forward edge of the hole as it slowed to a stop. It teetered on the edge for a second, but then all could hear the satisfying sound of the ball rattling around in the cup! It was an eagle to put the group, putting them at 19 under par!

Chris ran forward to Bob, and gave him a huge "high five". Andrea was jumping up and down. Chris then slapped hands with Jeff. Jeff put his hands up for Andrea to slap. He was very surprised when 'she' ran up to him, gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Pam taught me to do that" she whispered into his ear. His own wife had told a man to kiss him!

But to the fans watching, nobody doubted that Andrea was a woman. She had acted like a woman would in such a situation. Hugging and kissing, instead of slapping and back patting.

They reported their scores, and smiled when they saw that the next group to them was at 17 under. They were ahead by 2, but there were 8 more groups behind them, still on the course. The guys were drinking beer after beer from the pitchers they were buying, but Andrea went with a fruit smoothie. The guys munched on hot wings, but Andrea restrained herself to the celery that came with it.

The guys kept running out as each group came off the 18th, to see the scores. But Andrea seemed almost disinterested, and seemed more intent on the conversation. She chatted with the girl serving drinks to the table.

"I like those shoes. They look nice, but I bet they're comfortable if you can wait tables in them."

"Thank you" she said. "Yes, they're a new brand for me. They run a little wide, and they have good arch support."

"I'll have to try some. Where did you find them?"

"They carry them at Nordies" she said.

The guys tuned out as the girls chatted. How could they talk about clothes when they were waiting to hear the news about the golf scores?

 

The final group was coming up the 18th fairway. None of them hit the green in 2, leaving no chance for an eagle unless they chipped in. Their closest shot was 10 feet way, and they drained it for a birdie. A few moments later, Jeff's friend ran in.

"You did it! They were only 16 under! You won!"

They all cheered and celebrated. They had the Superbowl tickets!

* * *

 

They made it back to Bob's house, where the three wives were waiting. The golfers had brought a change of clothes with them, and would all dress up to go out and have their victory dinner.

They guys were all waiting downstairs with their wives, waiting only for Mark. He had been so brave playing golf as a woman. He had fooled everyone into thinking he was a woman, and had really won the tournament for them. They would buy him shots all night long at the bar.

"What's taking him so long?" said Jeff.

"Maybe he's shaving his legs!" said Bob, causing them all to laugh.

They heard footsteps coming down the hall, then down the stairs.

"Its about time!" said Chris.

Everybody turned to look, and all were stunned at what they saw. Instead of Mark in his typical Hawaiian shirt, they saw Andrea. She was wearing a black dress, dark pantyhose, pumps, a pearl necklace, and had her hair pulled back in a tight bun. The dress showed just a bit of her cleavage. They guys could not believe that fake boobs could look so real! She also wore a lot more makeup than she did while golfing, and she looked stunning. Her green eyes seemed to almost glow. She was so elegant! So beautiful!

"Andrea! You're so pretty!" said Amy, causing Andrea to beam back at her.

"Wow!" said Jeff, who was just stunned. "You look just like a woman."

"I *am* a woman" said Andrea.

"What about Mark?" asked Bob.

"These last few weeks have showed me something. I've discovered that I like being Andrea more than I ever liked being a guy. This is who I was meant to be. This is who I was inside, all this time. I just hadn't realized it."

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

"I'm going to make a permanent change. I am going to stay as Andrea, and I'm never going back."

"Come on man, snap out of it!" said Chris. "You're a guy!"

"Not anymore" said Andrea.

Chris looked helplessly at Amy. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Andrea, do you realize what it means if you make this your new life? You'd have to tell your family, your friends. You'd have to go into work like that. You'd have to tell everyone that you are a girl now."

"I understand" said Andrea. "I've been talking with a doctor for the past few weeks. I've started my hormone therapy, and I'm going to get implants soon. I have to wait a year before the major surgeries. But one day soon, I'll be a real girl."

"No! You don't mean that!"

"Yes I do. I know you can't understand what I'm going through, but believe me, once I put on my first skirt, something just clicked. I don't have a wife like you do. And now I know why. I want to be a woman more than I want to be with one. I just identify with the girls more than I do with you. I don't feel left out anymore. I found myself."

They all went out to dinner to celebrate the golf championship.

"I have one more announcement to make" said Andrea, as they received their round of drinks.

"What's that?" asked Chris.

"I'm not going with you guys to the Superbowl."

"What! Are you crazy?" they all said.

"The girls are planning a trip of their own for that week. I'm going with them. You can take Brett with you, or whoever you'd like. But I'm going to be pampered at the spa with the other girls."

The guys all shook their heads. Andrea really had gone over to 'the other side'. They all lifted their glasses, and Jeff proposed a toast.

"To Andrea! The best woman golfer I've ever played with!"

  

  

  

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