Still Dancing

by Becky Marie

(3^rd installment in the ClubDance series)

   

Prologue

In our last installment, Bob/Missy experienced further humiliation at work in his increasingly feminine attire and was introduced to a new sissy friend, his secretary Carol's husband John. John, aka Jenni, was exposed to Bob at a dinner party where Bob was in full Missy mode. Following the introduction of the sissies, they were forced to endure a humiliating day of shopping with many embarrassing situations including manicures, facials, shoe shopping and lunch at Hooters, all dressed as femmy little sissy-boys!

 

Chapter 1 – Work, work, work

After the awful experience at the mall, Bob was looking forward to getting back to the relative security of work even though Karen still insisted on sending him to work in increasingly feminine outfits, Even in the girlish office attire, he felt downright masculine compared to the experience he and John had at the mall. One advantage for Bob was Karen's desire for him to remain employed so she could only push the look so far. While there was no question that Bob was looking more and more feminine, he could still be described as androgynous and would not be fired for outrageous behavior. Of course, Carol was there everyday to make sure that Bob was constantly reminded of his sissified state.

This morning Karen had upped the ante again and had sent her sissy husband to work wearing a pair of black stretch pants with flared leg that zipped in the back along with a matching black jacket. The jacket had narrow lapels, padded shoulders and patch pockets at the waist and over both breasts. Though the jacket would not have been mistaken for a blazer, Bob did not dare take it off when outside his office as the rear zipper on his pants would have been a dead give-away. Under his jacket, Bob was wearing a white blouse with a peter pan collar along with a paisley tie. The tie was the only male item in his outfit and it did little to make his outfit look more masculine. For footwear, Karen had chosen for him a pair of black ankle-height boots with a small clunky heel. Under it all, Bob was wearing his 'Monday' day-of-the-week panties which were very full cut in black, a black camisole, black opaque tights and a black waist cincher. There was no way he could have gotten his pants zipped without the cincher. As Bob came downstairs to leave for work, Karen had another surprise.

"Missy, I'm going to take you to work today. That big, macho car of yours just does not go with your new image" she said.

"But how am I supposed to get to and from work when you are out of town on business or have other conflicts?" Bob asked.

"Well, I haven't quite worked that out yet but plan to pickup a bus schedule today while you are out" replied Karen. "Grab your purse honey and let's go. Carol will be very cross with you if you are late" she teased.

Bob picked up the black Coach bag and threw the strap over his shoulder. He had made sure earlier that it contained all of his essentials, including extra pantyhose, lip gloss, nail file and his wallet. He had just about gotten used to carrying a purse and since none of his pants had pockets, it was definitely necessary. Even if he did have pockets, there was no way his large woman's wallet would fit anyway.

Out of habit, Bob went to the driver side of his car and Karen stopped him.

"No sweetie, I'll drive" Karen insisted.

Humbled again, Bob slunk into the passenger side of his car and fumed the entire trip to the office. Once there, Bob tried to keep a low profile while entering the building and making his way to his office. Just as the elevator door was about shut, a hand appeared and the doors reopened. Bob was annoyed to see that it was Carol, his secretary, and was sure she would mock him and his attire.

"Good morning Missy," commented Carol. "I love your outfit. Did you get it at Talbots? I'm sure I saw an outfit just like that in their last catalog."

"My wife got it for me so I don't know where it came from" replied Bob. "And please stop calling me Missy! The others in the office will hear you," he pleaded.

Carol smiled and as they reached their floor she allowed Bob to step off the elevator first, patting his behind as he passed. Blushing furiously, Bob hurried to the safety of his office and quickly shut the door behind him. A few minutes later, Carol walked in unannounced and sat down across from his desk.

"With the extra costs associated with a whole new wardrobe for your girlfriend and my sissy husband Jenni, I'm going to need an increase in income" Carol began. "And if you want to keep your little secret here at the office, you should see what you can do to help."

Bob knew that he had no choice in the matter and immediately called the HR department and asked them to process a promotion and associated raise. Carol was quite pleased with his compliance and thanked him with a peck and a wink as she left his office. A few minutes later she returned wearing a devious smile.

"Laura and Eric will be here in five minutes for your weekly status meeting" she announced. "I think you should get ready for the meeting – take off your pants and give them to me" she demanded.

"What do you mean" questioned Bob.

"I mean that if you don't want me to announce to the office staff your new crossdressing 'hobby', you will follow my orders…. Give me your pants NOW!" she commanded.

Bob realized that, without his pants, he would have to hope against hope that he could remain in his chair during the entire meeting. He could only imagine the reaction of his boss and boss' boss if they were to see his panties and pantyhose that would be clearly on display if he could not remain seated behind his desk. He handed over the pants to Carol and was seated just before the knock at the door. Carol hung the pants in the coat closet and exited the office, inviting Laura and Eric into the office.

Noticing Bob's reddened face, Eric inquired "Are you feeling ok Bob, you look a little flushed?"

"No, I'm fine just a little warm" replied the embarrassed sissy.

"Why don't you take your jacket off?" asked Laura.

Knowing that removing his jacket would allow the black camisole to be visible under his light blouse as well as forcing him to stand to hang it. Bob insisted that he would be fine and suggested they start the meeting. After what seemed like an eternity, the meeting finally ended and his bosses left the office. As soon as the door closed, Bob leaped up and got his pants from the closet. As he was stepping into them, Carol burst into this office.

"Caught you with your pants down, I see" sneered Carol.

Bob nearly fell over due to the shock and the pants only barely up his legs. He managed to compose himself and finish dressing as Carol nearly doubled over in laughter.

"Karen just called and she want s you to meet her in the parking garage" Carol started. "She has a surprise for you! And don't forget your purse."

"Just what I need, more surprises" replied Bob sarcastically.

He made his way to the basement parking garage and receive yet another shock as he exited the elevator. Parked in his space was a powder blue VW bug convertible. The vanity license plate read 'MISSYS'. Karen was standing next to the car with a huge smirk on her face.

"Surprise!" she shouted. "I bought you a new car that is more fitting for your new sense of style. Come on, let's take it for a spin. Of course, I'll let you drive."

Bob was dumbstruck. Only yesterday, he had been driving a large, black German luxury car and now he was staring at a femmy little 'chick car' that his wife had apparently bought for him to drive. Not knowing what to say, he climbed into the little car opposite his wife and backed out of his space and headed for the exit. As they exited the garage, Karen reached into the back seat and retrieved a light blue visor with floral appliqués and handed it to Bob.

"Better put on your visor, honey" she said. "We girls have to protect our complexions from that awful sun."

Bob could not believe his situation. Here he was, driving around the city in a 'chick car' with a matching visor over his face. To add insult to injury, Karen had even insisted on him wearing a pair of women's sunglasses with pink lenses and with little rhinestone butterflies in the lower corner of the lenses. Having taken all of the humiliation he could stand, Bob called the office on his cell phone and told his secretary that he would not be back to the office. Carol sensed his frame of mind and decided to rub some salt in the wound.

"So, did you like your little surprise?" she teased. "I love convertibles but they can make a real mess of your 'do'. You better make sure you always have scarf handy to keep your hairstyle neat."

 

Chapter 2 – Home on the Range

While Bob was enduring humiliations at the hands of his wife and secretary, Carol's husband John was facing his own horrors. Carol and John owned a ranch outside of town and their primary income came from raising cattle and boarding horses. John worked the ranch full time and used a couple of ranch hands to assist him during busy times. Through the recent sissification being performed by his wife, John's life had gotten significantly more complicated. Gone were the days when he could go to work unshaven wearing simply Wranglers and a work shirt. Carol had begun to insist that not only would he pay much more attention to his appearance, she had also made some major changes to his wardrobe. Preparations to go to work now took an hour or more due to the requirement that he keep his entire body shaved, wear makeup and maintain a feminine hairstyle. Fortunately, he had not needed any help from the part-time ranch hands since Carol had begun his style changes. He was not sure how he would cope with the humiliation he would endure showing up at the barn in a skin-tight pair of Rockies women's jeans (pantylines clearly on display) and a colorful western top, most tied in a midriff style above his recently pierced navel. His belts now included buckles that were either jewel encrusted or in feminine shapes, like the one in the shape of a heart. Carol had even replaced his black ropers with several new pairs in pastel colors to coordinate with his tops. He had also accumulated a large amount of silver and turquoise jewelry, including necklaces, bracelets and earrings. Though you could rarely see his hands due to his leather work gloves, his nails were always manicured and painted and he wore silver rings on several fingers and one thumb.

Even though John had so far avoided humiliation at the hands of his ranch help, he was forced to endure a twice-weekly trip to the feed store in town. Dressed as he was today, in a pair of tight, wheat colored Wrangler Bareback jeans, a turquoise top tied up at the waist, turquoise colored Justin ropers and matching belt with a large, rhinestone encrusted heart-shaped buckle, John was the target of extreme ridicule as he swished into the feed store. It would be difficult to find a more macho venue and John was as femmy as could be. The grizzly cowboys that gathered every day to drink Cokes and trade stories delighted in humiliating the little sissy. John had once been one of them but now was the butt of their biting jokes.

"Like your new hat, Johnny-girl" teased one of the cowboys. "That little hatband matches your blouse perfectly" he continued.

The others chimed in and continued with a tirade of comments about John's new 'look'. John was happy to be wearing a hat, even with the sissyish hatband as it hid his recently restyled and highlighted hair that would only contribute further to his sissy appearance. He placed his order and picked up the items in the store as quickly as he could and hurried from the store. Unfortunately, he had to endure further taunts when he took his truck around to the loading dock.

"Can we help you little lady… oh so sorry John, didn't recognize you in yer purty little outfit" teased one of the dock workers. "Let us load this fer ya' little filly, we wouldn't want you to break a nail or get your purty top all sweaty!" he continued.

The workers took their sweet time loading the feed and hay in John's truck, all the while teasing the sweet-looking cowboy. They could not finish soon enough for John and he hurried away as quickly as he could after the loading was finished. As he drove back to the ranch he was still filled with dread knowing that he would be back to the feed store later that week for another helping of humiliation.

When John got back to the ranch, Carol was waiting for him outside the barn. She handed him a picnic basket when he got out of the truck and told him to take a break for lunch. In the picnic basket was a small salad, a cup of yogurt and a diet soda. John was used to a hearty lunch to sustain him through the exhausting work of the afternoon chores. His wife reminded him, however, that he needed to watch his figure and that if he didn't take some weight off, he would be forced to wear one of his corsets every day. The dreaded corsets were bad enough when he had to wear them around the house but they would make work unbearable should he be forced to wear them everyday. Resigned to his fate, he nibbled on the lunch his wife had provided having lost his appetite contemplating daily ranch work while corseted.

In addition to his livelihood, cattle and horses also were John's hobby – he liked to train for and compete in rodeos. With the changes Carol had thrust upon him, his hobby was also adjusted. Instead of training for calf roping and saddle-bronc riding, John was now limited only to barrel racing. It was a terrible humiliation to be forced to give up the macho events and train for the traditional rodeo-girl's event.

"I think you should sell that bay horse, Jenni" his wife started. "You won't be doing any more competition roping so there is no longer a need for that expensive horse. I think you need a proper barrel-racing pony instead since that is your new rodeo event. Helen told me that her daughter Darla is selling her paint pony and it is very well trained for barrels. I asked Helen to send Darla over with the pony later this afternoon so you could try her out" explained Carol.

"You want me to sell Scout?" screamed John. "I have worked so hard with that horse and selling him would be like losing my best friend" John pleaded.

"You will sell that horse Jenni, and that is all there is to it" countered Carol. "And if you don't like Darla's pony Cupcake, we can keep looking" she said with a huge grin.

John broke down in a sob thinking of trading his favorite horse, Scout, for a paint pony named Cupcake. He wondered aloud how it could get any worse and then realized that Carol would certainly think of things to do just that.

"Quit your crying you big sissy" Carol ordered. "You are going to run your mascara and your face will be a mess when Darla gets here."

 

Chapter 3 Gotta Dance

Another Monday morning and Bob was headed back to work, as always full of dread. He was cruising along the freeway in his new Bug convertible with the top down at Karen's insistence. His hairstyle was protected by the cute little visor that matched his new car perfectly, right down to the 'flower power' appliqués on the visor bill. He was again dressed in what was now his regular work attire, feminine slacks, these in a deep wine color with a rear zipper, and a silky blouse. On his feet , were cordovan colored women's loafers with a one inch heel and mock tassel on the toes. As always, his undies included his 'day of the week' panties, pantyhose (today in a nice suntan color) and a camisole that could be faintly seen through his blouse. The tapered jacket that completed his career woman look did nothing to enhance his masculinity. When he arrived at the office, he parked in the employee lot outside. When he had been forced to trade his luxury car for the femmy little VW, Carol had insisted he give up his executive spot in the garage for her use. He was bending over the rear of the car to put up the top when Joe Mitchell, one of his old rivals, snuck up behind him. Joe pinched his butt and whistled at the little sissy. Bob let out a screech and jumped at the assault.

"I sure do love the way your little butt looks in those tight slacks, Bobbie", teased Joe. "what color are your panties today, honey?" he continued.

Bob attempted to ignore the teasing but was forced to endure further humiliation as he retrieved his purse and Mary Englebreit canvas bag that had replaced his nice leather briefcase and the pink hobo bag that contained his dance clothes from the passenger side of his car. Joe offered to carry the sissy's bag and though Bob declined the offer, Joe insisted on opening the doors for him and patting his butt as Bob passed by. Bob could barely believe his predicament. Not long ago, he ruled the roost and the likes of Joe Mitchell would do anything to curry favor with the top man in the department.

Bob made his way to his office where his secretary Carol made her typical comments regarding his attire. In his new position as office sissy to the women in his office, he was now required to keep the coffee pots full and the office supplies stocked. He went into the coffee service area and returned with a cup for his secretary. He had stopped drinking coffee as it only made his trips to the restrooms more frequent and now that he was forced to use the women's executive lounge, he tried very hard to limit the number of visits. He sat at his desk trying to keep his attention on the tasks at hand. Concentrating on his work was becoming increasingly difficult as he worked to avoid the rest of the office becoming aware of his new status. He was spending more and more time holed up in his office to avoid the taunting of the women in his department and to avoid the men in order to keep his sissy attire a secret from as many of them as possible. Without a doubt, however, most had noticed the not so subtle changes in Bob's appearance and there was regular discussion among the men in the department speculating what was happening in Bob's life. Bob's boss was also beginning to notice a decline in performance. Much to Bob's dismay, his boss, Laura Simpson, had scheduled a meeting with him for the following Monday. He would dread that meeting for the balance of the week and could think of little else during his working hours. Laura had once worked for Bob but had leap-frogged him after spending time with the Senior VP during a particularly important sales campaign. Bob had not been particularly kind to Laura while she was his subordinate and he was very worried that his poor behavior while her boss would be soon coming back to haunt him.

Finally, the end of the day arrived, and Bob had to change for dance. Karen had scheduled lessons at Joanne's dance studio for three nights per week. Tonight, his original country line dance class met, followed by a jazz introduction. Bob retrieved his hobo bag from his coat closet and went as quietly as possible to the women's lounge to change. When he emerged, Bob was dressed in his outfit for dance, a pink leotard, white tights, red Soffee shorts with D A N C E printed on the seat in white with the waistband turned down and a white spaghetti strap t-shirt with A N G E L spelled out in silver sparkles across his breasts. On his feet he wore a pair of red Dr. Scholl's sandals.

"Cute little outfit, Missy" teased Carol as she walked up behind him. "Glad to see that Karen still has you dancing. Are there any other little sissies in your class?" she asked.

Blushing, Bob replied, "About half of the people in my country line dance are in similar situations as mine." "Joanne, the owner of the studio, does a great business in feminizing husbands through her dance classes. My jazz class is mostly women, though. There is one other younger man in that class and he is pretty much in the same boat as me only he is being forced into this by his step-mother instead of his wife" Bob explained.

Bob ducked out of the office as quick as he could to the parking lot and his silly little car before any of the men in the office saw him in his ridiculous little outfit. As he had been instructed, he lowered the top on his car and put his visor on before leaving the lot into traffic. The office security guard blew him a kiss as he went through the gate, shaming him further. When he finally arrived at the studio, he was greeted by Joanne, the owner.

"How is my favorite little dancer today?" Joanne inquired.

"I am fine, I guess" replied Bob. "I really hate having to walk across the parking and listening to the comments from those construction workers next door" he continued. "They tease me and make me feel so awful!"

"Well, you are not the only one who complains about those workers, Missy" Joanne replied. "Most of the attractive women who take lessons here have to put up with the cat calls and lewd comments as they walk from their cars. Of course, the other sissies get the same treatment as you when they arrive. Those workers really do like to harass you effeminate men but I'll bet there is at least one of them out there that likes to prance around his living room in some frillies and is green with envy seeing the darling outfits you girly-boys get to wear." "I also wonder" she continued " if there isn't one or two of those brutes who would like to have one of you feminine little boys on his lap for a little slap and tickle!"

As was often the case these days, Bob was bright red with embarrassment. He went on into the studio to join the others preparing for class. He put his hobo bag in the corner by the other dancer's bags and sat on the floor to change his shoes. He replaced the Dr. Scholl's with a pair of Tic Tac Toe dance shoes with an ankle strap and 1.5 inch heel. He then retrieved a short wrap skirt from his bag and tied it around his waist after taking down his shorts. Finally, he slipped the t-shirt off over his head and he was ready for his line dance lessons. The other students in the class were dressed similar to him though the sissies tended toward the more feminine and frilly with lacey or floral skirts and pastel leotards while the real women were mostly in exercise wear such as running bras and bike shorts.

"OK, girlies! Time to line up and get started" commanded Joanne.

Each dancer took their usual place with the sissies at one end of the line and the women at the other positioned from shortest to tallest. Bob took his place in about the middle of the line of sissies. Soon the music began and they moved into their first routine. They were preparing for a contest coming up later in the month and Joanne, being very competitive, was very harsh with her criticism. One unfortunate sissy had to endure her wrath as he turned the wrong direction during one of the more complicated steps.

"You little fairy!" she screamed. "Get your sissy ass back in line and see if you can keep the steps straight in that blonde bubblehead of yours. If you mess up this routine again, I will paddle your ass right here in front of god and everyone. In fact, I may go out and get one of those hunky construction workers to help me hold you down while I whip your pansy butt.!"

The sissy, head down, returned to the line and did not miss a single beat for the rest of class. The rest of the class continued uneventfully. After class, only Bob and one other sissy, Dan (or Daphne as he was known to the other dancers) remained for an additional class, jazz. Dan was dressed similarly to Bob with a leotard and wrap skirt. He was wearing lace pantyhose instead of tights making him seem even more feminine, if that was possible. Joanne instructed the sissies to change out of their dance skirts and back into their soffee shorts. They also changed from their ballroom shoes into jazz shoes, Bob's in black and Dan's in white. Unlike the line dance class, Bob and Dan were the only sissies in jazz and several of the real women were not too fond of having these two in their class. They took every opportunity to make life hard for the two girly-boys. The dance routines in jazz class were very athletic and the boys had a very difficult time keeping up. Joanne was forced to stop the class several times as the boys had gotten behind in their routines. Eventually, Joanne dismissed the sissies and told them to meet her in the studio office. After the class had ended, Joanne found the two sissies waiting in her office. They had each changed into their original outfits, including shoes. While Bob had put his Dr Scholl's sandals back on, Dan was wearing a pair of platform sandals that tied around his calves. He also had a pair of Soffee shorts (his had D A P H N E stenciled on the butt) and a cute little t-shirt.

"You two little flowers are just not cutting it in jazz class" roared Joanne. "I need to come up with another solution as I'm afraid you two will run off some of my other customers who are not at all happy having to share their dance class with a couple of pantywaist sissies like you."

"We're doing the best we can" replied Dan in a shaky little voice.

"Well the best you can is not good enough!" replied Joanne. "I've been thinking about this awhile and think I have a solution. I'm going to start a sissies-only class immediately following your line-dance class and we'll cover all of the dance styles including jazz, tap and ballet. I have also been thinking of having a separate sissy line dance team for special competitions and I can use the sissy dance class to work on that team."

Bob looked over to Dan nervously wondering what Joanne had in mind regarding the 'special competitions'. He was also dreading the notion of a ballet class and being forced into a tutu. Jazz and line dancing were bad enough and he had no desire to be up on toe shoes in a frilly tutu.

Joanne handed each of the sissies a flyer and told them to give them to their 'superiors'. Bob knew she was referring to Karen and guessed that Dan would be giving his information sheet to his stepmother.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Joanne started. "Daphne needs a ride home and I told her step-mommy that I was sure you would be happy to give your little girlfriend a ride in your sweet little car." "Now Missy, I want you to hold Daphne's hand when you cross the parking lot as she is young and probably doesn't know enough to keep from being run over by a car" Joanne demanded.

What a sight for the beefy construction workers! Bob and Dan walked hand-in-hand to Bob's little VW where Bob instructed Dan to help him lower the top. The workers shouted obscenities at the two one even through a piece of fruit left over from his lunch.

"You two fairies can share this on the way home to your homo-house" the worker shouted. "Fruit for a pair of fruits" he added. "Too bad for your its not a banana as I'm sure you are both dying for something long and stiff!"

The two sissies got into the car and out of the parking lot as quickly as they could. The drive to Dan's house was mostly uneventful though they did attract quite a few odd looks from other commuters. When they arrived at Dan's house, they were greeted on the porch by his stepmother and stepsister. Both were tall, muscular women, very different than Dan's slight frame.

"Welcome home Daphne" said his stepmother. "Please introduce us to your pretty girlfriend."

"Mommy" replied Dan, "this is Bob from my dance class. He was nice enough to give me a ride home."

"Well he sure doesn't look like a Bob to me" sneered his stepsister. "Maybe a Bobbi, but definitely not a Bob. What is your real name sweetie?"

"My wife refers to me a Missy" Bob meekly replied.

"Well that certainly is more fitting. Sweet too!" commented Dan's stepmother.

"Now finish the introductions Daphne!"

Dan stuttered "Missy, this is my step-mommy. Her name is Elizabeth but I am only allowed to call her Mommy. And this is my stepsister Brenda who I call Sis."

"Nice to meet you both" stammered Bob.

"Daphne, why don't you go get us all a nice drink honey" instructed Elizabeth.

"There is some fresh lemonade in the kitchen."

"Why don't you have a seat here on the porch Missy?" asked Brenda. "I would love it if you would also refer to me a Sis. I think it is just precious being a sissy's

Sis!" she teased.

"Yes ma'am, I mean Sis" Bob replied and took a seat on the porch swing.

A few minutes later, Dan returned with a tray offering lemonade to each. He had added a frilly lace apron over his dance clothes while he was getting the lemonade. After serving the women and Bob, he took a seat next to Bob on the swing. Elizabeth instructed the two to squeeze in closer and insisted that the two sissies hold hands and swing while they enjoyed their lemonade.

After what seemed an eternity, Bob excused himself telling Elizabeth that he would be in trouble with his wife if he got home too late. Elizabeth allowed him to leave but only after making him share a goodbye kiss with Dan while Brenda took pictures of the two sissies in their gay embrace.

 

Chapter 4 Fore!

When Bob arrived at home on Friday, Karen greeted him at the door with a conspiratorial grin on her face.

"I'm sure looking forward to this weekend Missy!" she exclaimed. "I have a busy couple of days planned."

Bob bowed his head in resignation wondering what other humiliations Karen had in store for him. As bad as work was, it was a welcome relief from the continuous shaming he experienced at the hands of his wife when at home.

"I've made us a tee time for tomorrow at the club" said Karen. "We tee off at 9:30 tomorrow morning and with a wonderful forecast for the weekend we should have a glorious day" she continued. "As a warm up, I think we should go to the range and hit some balls this evening. Go and change while I put our clubs in the car, I've laid out your clothes for the range" Karen instructed.

Knowing full well that Karen had likely chosen something sissyish for him to wear to the driving range, Bob moved slowly to their bedroom to learn of his fate. There he discovered on the bed what he had been dreading. Karen had chosen for him a yellow pleated knit skirt that he could tell would be very short. With the skirt was a matching golf shirt also in a pale yellow. Instead of a buttoned front, the top had a v-neck just like he had seen several of the golfers on the women's tour wearing when he watched the tournament last weekend. Karen had also left out a pair of yellow panties with several rows of ruffles across the butt, suntan pantyhose and a sports bra. Knowing that he had no choice in the matter, Bob changed into the girlish outfit. After dressing, Bob checked his appearance in the mirror and discovered that his sports bra was easily seen through the thin knit material of the top and that the lace on his panties peeked out from under the skirt with even the slightest movement.

"Quit admiring yourself and get your shoes on" Karen teased as she walked into their room, startling the sissy.

Bob sat down on the bed and put on the socks Karen had left for him. They were bright white anklets trimmed with a yellow band and a little yellow ball on the heel. With those, he put on a pair of white canvas Keds, equally bright.

"Let's go Missy" commanded Karen. "You really need to hit at least one bucket of balls to get comfortable with the new clubs that I got for you. Some of the top LPGA pros are using these clubs and I'm sure they will help your game a lot!"

Bob followed Karen to the garage where she showed him the new clubs and bag she had purchased. He could only shake his head when he saw the Callaway GEMS ladies irons and the Nancy Lopez Delma driver all in a leather bag that was sky blue, the pockets stitched with flowers in several pastel colors. Also in the trunk were an assortment of Kasco Fashion Fit golf gloves in sky blue, yellow, red, purple and pink. He could only assume that there were more than likely outfits in his closet that would coordinate with each of the new gloves. A set of stuffed animal head-covers for his woods were also in the trunk including a kitten and bunny. Finally, Bob noticed a couple of boxes of balls, one box of Titanium balls in pink, yellow, blue and orange with Pink Ribbon logos and a dozen Blossoms balls with pictures of various flowers on each ball. When they arrived at the driving range, Karen insisted that Bob go to the counter to pay for their buckets of balls. Of course, he received a long, confused stare from the teenage boy working behind the counter. Once he was finally in a stall, he found that he had a very difficult time with the new clubs. Even though they were 'tall' clubs, they were still shorter than his regular clubs and he was only able to hit the ball about half of the distance he normally would. Additionally, being so self-conscious of his short skirt revealing his ruffled panties during his back swing caused him to miss the ball completely several times. By the time Karen agreed to quit, Bob was so frustrated that he was nearly in tears. Karen did nothing to sooth his frustration.

"Don't worry honey, I'm sure you will get used to those new clubs soon. Maybe tomorrow you should play from the ladies tees since you seem to be having some distance problems. You would look much less out of place in the red tee boxes in your darling outfit than at the champion tees you normally play!" she teased.

Before bed, Karen instructed Bob to paint his toenails a bright purple color – '3 Plums, I Win' by OPI. Bob had a fitful night of sleep thinking about going to the country club in some swishy outfit that he was sure Karen would have chosen for him. The next morning Karen woke Bob very early for a Saturday.

"Wake up sleepy head, you need to get ready for our golf round" chided Karen. "Go ahead and your shower. I got you up early so you would have plenty of time to do a thorough job of shaving your body. I also want you to paint your fingernails to match the color of your toes" she added.

When Bob came out of the bathroom, he was met by Karen who was putting clothes on their bed.

"I have picked out your outfit for today and I think you are going to look absolutely darling, Missy" exclaimed an excited Karen. "Come here and let me show you what you get to wear" she said.

Bob crossed to the bed and got his first glimpse at the outfit he would be wearing to the club. On the bed was a pair of shorts made of very lightweight cotton. They were a floral pattern of mainly purple, red, pink and green. The matching top was a white sleeveless polo with piping around the collar and arm holes of the same material as the shorts. The socks were white ankle socks with different colored golf tees embroidered around the cuff. The golf shoes, from Lady Fairway, were white and red. Also on the bed was a fussy straw hat with a band made of silk flowers that coordinated with the colors of his shorts set. Bob put on the white cotton VS panties and white padded sports bra along with a pair of shiny pantyhose in a suntan color. Over his feminine undies Bob reluctantly put on the rest of the outfit from the bed. Once he had the shorts on, he discovered that they were quite short, coming to mid-thigh on his shaved and pantyhose covered legs. The legs of the shorts were very loose and flared somewhat almost giving the appearance of a skirt. Bob also discovered that the purple in the material came very close to matching his newly painted fingernails. Once dressed, Bob met Karen in the kitchen. She was dressed in much less flamboyant khaki shorts and red polo shirt. When next to Karen, Bob's outfit looked even more ridiculous.

On the way to the club, Bob asked Karen who would be joining their foursome.

"Well, Carol will be joining us. Unfortunately, John or Jenni as he is now known does not play golf. To make the foursome, Carol invited Joe Mitchell from your office" she replied. "You know Joe don't you?" Karen continued, knowing full well that Joe was one of Bob's old macho drinking and golfing buddies.

"You must be joking!" cried Bob. "What will Joe think when he sees me in this ridiculous outfit and playing with ladies clubs? Joe has a big mouth and I'm sure this will be all over the office by 9:30 Monday morning" Bob whined.

"Well, you used to play with Joe all of the time so when Carol suggested that we invite him to join us, I assumed you wouldn't mind" countered Karen.

Bob slunk down in his seat and pulled his straw hat over his face and fumed for the rest of the trip to the club. When they arrived, Joe Mitchell was leaving his clubs at the club drop. Karen pulled their car up behind Joe's and told Bob to go say hello and inquire about whether Joe had seen Carol. Bob was bright red with embarrassment as he exited the car. Joe immediately recognized him and waved at the embarrassed sissy.

"Cute outfit, Bobbi" said Joe. "I thought you only dressed in those faggy clothes at the office. I guess you must be a full-time sissy" he continued in a syrupy voice.

"Hello Joe" replied a very flustered Bob, "have you seen Carol?"

"Yes, she is in the clubhouse already arranging for our carts" said Joe. "Carol said she had some things to discuss with Karen so I guess you will be riding with me. I hope you can keep your hands to yourself!"

That round of golf was the longest Bob had ever experienced. As at the driving range, he had a very difficult time with the ladies clubs and was only hitting the ball about half as far as he had previously. In addition to the new clubs, Bob found that his enhanced breast size, thanks to the padded sports bra, made his normal swing very awkward. Between the ladies clubs and the adjustments he had to make to his swing, his score was over 100. As if playing with his coworker in such sissyish clothes wasn't bad enough, his game had completely gone to hell. After they had finished, Karen insisted that they go to the 19^th Tee for a drink. Unfortunately for Bob, the entrance from the cart garage to the clubhouse bar was through the locker rooms. Consequently, Bob had to suffer the humiliation of walking through the men's locker room in his girly outfit. The members sitting in the men's lounge adjacent to the locker room howled with laughter as they recognized the sissy in such feminine attire.

"Hey honey!" yelled one of the club pros, "I think you are in the wrong locker room. You know the club rules, no ladies in the men's lounge!"

In the bar, Carol and Karen had chosen a table near the windows overlooking the 18^th green. As Bob approached the table, Joe pulled out a chair for him to sit down. Bob blushed as he let his macho co-worker treat him in such a feminine manner. Bob was also growing from confused to concerned as he felt that during the round and now, sitting in the clubhouse, Joe's attitude had shifted somewhat from disgust to interest. As Joe patted Bob's leg during the telling of a story, it occurred to Bob that he had made several similar gestures during their round that Bob had considered accidental. Was it possible, Bob wondered, that Joe his mach co-worker and former drinking buddy was somehow attracted to him in his sissy state? This shift in attitude was definitely not lost on Carol and Karen and they whispered to each other later that the situation could make for some interesting times ahead.

When Bob and Karen arrived home after their round, Karen was quick to quiz Bob on Joe's advances.

"You and Joe sure seemed to get along well today, Missy" Karen said. "I thought the entire day would be a continuation of the ridicule he threw at you when we arrived at the bag drop. I think as the day went on, Joe warmed to your sissy personality. Were you flirting with him while you rode in your golf cart?"

"Absolutely not!" Bob replied. "I think maybe he just felt sorry for me after awhile."

"Maybe so," said Karen, "but you two sure looked friendly when we were sitting in the clubhouse."

 

Chapter Five My Pretty Pony

John looked up from his work in the barn to see a pickup with a horse trailer turning into the drive of the ranch. He recognized the truck as belonging to Helen and Jim's teenage daughter, Darla. Helen and Jim had the ranch adjacent to his. As Carol had warned, it appeared that Darla was bringing her barrel pony that she wanted to sell. She pulled the truck up next to the barn and jumped out waving.

"Hi John" she shouted. "Carol told me you were in the market for a good pony for barrel racing. Cupcake is one of the best in the county and I have won the FFA rodeo the last two years in a row with her! Why are you interested in buying a barrel horse?"

When John came out of the shadow of the barn to greet his teenage neighbor, she got her first good look at his appearance. Like most people in the area, she had heard the rumors about John's increasing femininity but she had not seen it for herself. Here was what was once her macho cowboy neighbor dressed prettier than most of the girls on her high school rodeo team. To think that, a couple of years before, she had a teenage crush on him and loved watching him ride saddle broncs and rope calves in the county rodeo. Detecting her amusement with his sissy attire, John approached her with his head bowed in shame trying to hide his blushing, made-up face.

"Hi Darla" he said. "Carol has made me quit the rodeo events I used to do and insists that I train for barrel racing. She is going to make me sell Scout and buy a barrel horse. I don't have a choice" he said shamefully. "Thanks for bringing your horse over for me to see. To be honest, I really don't want to have to go to any auctions or horse farms looking myself given my situation."

Darla smiled broadly and had to hold back from bursting into riotous laughter looking at John's "situation". Here was a good looking cowboy wearing women's jeans, top and color coordinated accessories. She had not seen so much silver and turquoise on anyone since they crowned the rodeo queen at the last FFA rodeo. She could not wait to see him aboard her paint pony racing around some barrels. She insisted that John take Cupcake for a "test-drive".

"Well, let's get Cupcake out and saddled up so you can try her out" said Darla. "Do you want me to saddle her for you or do you think you can manage on your own" she teased.

Further embarrassed, John replied "Of course I can saddle her myself, I've been saddling horses since way before you were even born!"

"OK," replied Darla. " I didn't want you to have to worry about breaking a nail!"

John led the pony out of the trailer and tied her to fence so he could saddle her. Darla got the saddle and blanket from the back of the truck and brought them to John.

"This was the only blanket I could find when I loaded up and to be honest, I was a little worried that it is so sissyish, it would put you off my pony if you saw her with it" said Darla. "I guess it won't really be a problem."

She threw the red velvet-like blanket, trimmed with fake leopard fur trim over her pony's back and turned to John.

"I have a matching hat and hatband that I wear with this blanket for competitions if you would like to borrow it" she teased. "Of course from the looks of things, you may have something similar already. Maybe I could borrow some of your things some time."

John tried to hide his crimson face as he through the intricately detailed leather saddle over the blanket. The tooling was very ornate and the motif was overtly feminine with flowers and hearts woven into the design. On each side in fancy script was Darla's name.

"My daddy had this saddle hand-tooled for me for my first rodeo competition" she said. "I'll bet you could get one done very similar to it if you like. All of the barrel racers have fancy saddles like this one and having your name on your saddle is a really nice touch."

John tried to ignore her teasing and mounted the pony. When Carol had insisted that he train for barrel racing, he had set up a course in the corral and so the barrels were already set up for him. John trotted through the course a couple of times before Darla prodded him to really open it up and give Cupcake full reign. On his next run, he was leaving the last barrel and racing to the finish when his hat flew off. His short feminine styled hair with the blonde highlights shone in the afternoon sun. His silver and turquoise chandelier earrings were swept over his shoulders. He looked absolutely adorable.

As John drove back toward the gate, Darla complimented him on his hairstyle and earrings. At the same time, Carol walked up behind them.

"Hello, Darla! Don't you just love John's new look?" commented Carol. "He really is paying much more attention to his appearance lately."

Darla laughed and agreed with Carol's comments. She encouraged John to take another run though he declined and returned the pony to the trailer and began to remove the saddle.

"That is an absolutely gorgeous saddle, Darla!" exclaimed Carol.

"Thanks, I was telling your husband that my Daddy bought me that saddle for my first rodeo competition. I told him that he might like to get one from the same tack shop" said Darla.

"Wouldn't that be lovely!" replied Carol. "Maybe we could get you the exact same design. Of course, we would have to replace the 'Darla' with 'Jenni'."

"Jenni?" inquired Darla.

"Oh yes" Carol explained. "Jenni is the new pet name he goes by. I think it matches his new style much better than John."

"Have you two negotiated a deal yet?" asked Carol.

"We have not even started to discuss it yet, ma'am" replied Darla. "He was just trying Cupcake out".

"Well I think she is a fine looking pony and Jenni looked terrific racing on her."

Carol started. "Have you seen John's horse, Scout?"

"I have seen him during rodeo competitions and have always loved that horse.

He is a beautiful animal!" said Darla.

"Wonderful" continued Carol. "I have a proposition. How would you like to take Scout in an even trade for Cupcake? You could have John's old horse and Jenni could have Cupcake.!"

"Nooooo" cried John. "You can't possibly trade my beautiful quarter horse in which I have invested hundreds of hours of training for this paint!"

"Of course I can. And I will!" snapped Carol. "What do you say, Darla? Would you be willing to make that trade?"

"Would I? Absolutely!" Darla exclaimed.

"Jenni, take Cupcake to the barn and bring Scout and Darla's saddle and blanket back with you and load them for Darla" demanded Carol.

Devastated, John took to pony to the barn and returned with Scout , along with Darla's saddle and fancy blanket. He was sobbing as he loaded his treasured horse in the trailer. As he put the saddle and blanket in the truck, Darla thanked him and reminded him that he could borrow her fancy blankets anytime but that he would have to get his own matching hats and hatbands as her hats would never fit him. As Darla drove away with John's horse, Carol teased the tearful John saying they could go out looking for some competition outfits and that if he wanted some pretty, matching blankets, they would get them too.

 

Chapter Six Sexual Harassment

Driving to work, Bob recalled the many good times he and the other boys had harassing the pretty secretaries at work. They loved to play little tricks on the girls that would put them in compromising and often very embarrassing situations. He would never forget the time they had put Saran Wrap over all of the toilets in the women's bathroom. Oh the squeals that echoed through the office as the office girls got wet bottoms when they sat to pee. Or the time that he, Joe Mitchell and Tom Baker had installed the mini-cams in the ladies bathroom and broadcast the images to all of their male co-workers' PC's. The girls had a terrible time figuring out what all of the laughter and chatter was about until Carol had discovered their game by using Bob's login account to access the network. While the mini-cam trick had been a classic, Bob's favorite game had been when he and a few of the other boys had put Velcro under the secretaries' desks creating snags in their pantyhose. Those days were long gone and now he was at risk of being subjected to some of the same gags as he was forced to used the women's lounge, checking for Saran Wrap before sitting to pee and studying the corners looking for mini-cams. The last thing he needed was to have his picture broadcast around the office as he was squatting to pee or pulling up his panties and pantyhose while in a ladies restroom. A bigger concern for Bob today, however, was the long anticipated meeting with his boss. Unfortunately for Bob, she had been among the women who fell victim to the pranks committed by Bob and his buddies. Bob recalled the occasions when his attitudes toward her and his comments directed her way were quite a bit less than 'politically correct'. He dreaded this meeting, fearing that the tables may be turned and he was likely to suffer the consequences.

After settling in his office and taking care of his coffee delivery responsibilities for the women in his department, Bob began to take care of his other new responsibility assigned by Carol, restocking office supplies. Bob, dressed this day In a khaki colored women's pantsuit over a purple silk blouse, was bent over the copy machine refilling the paper trays. Joe Mitchell snuck up behind the girly man and quietly unzipped the back zipper of his pants, exposing the sissy's pantyhose covered panties, today a light colored floral pattern with a 1 inch lace waistband. Joe covered the sissies mouth as Bob realized what was happening and attempted to shriek.

"Shhh, little Bobbi" whispered Joe. "I just wanted to get a peek at your pretty panties this morning and you bent over that copy machine gave the perfect opportunity. Your panties really are quite pretty!"

Bob, blushing furiously, struggled to get his pants zipped back up before anyone else could witness this exposure.

"Joe!" Bob exclaimed in a trembling whisper. "Please never do that again! It is bad enough that the women in the department know about my predicament but I don't want anyone else besides them and you to know. Why do you insist on giving me such a hard time?" Bob begged, verging on tears. 

"Oh, Bob" Joe responded. "Or what was it Karen called you during our golf game – Missy? You know I'm only teasing. I made sure there was no one else nearby. I was not trying to expose you to anyone else. I think it is kind of special that I get to keep this little secret to myself."

Bob could barely control his embarrassment as Joe reached over and patted his pantied ass as he left the copy room.

"I'll see you later Missy" whispered Joe.

Bob had no idea what to think about that exchange. Was Joe coming on to him? Was Karen right about what she said after their golf game? This dilemma was just what Bob did not need on his mind with all of the other things he had to deal with on this day, not the least of which was his upcoming meeting with Laura.

At the appointed hour, Bob checked in with Laura Simpson's administrative assistant for his meeting with his boss. Laura's assistant, Amy, enjoyed teasing the sissy, complimenting him on his outfit and admiring his brown woven leather slip-on flats with their slight heel. She showed Bob into Laura's office where he found her on the phone. She pointed to a chair across from her large cherry desk, inviting Bob to sit down. When he sat in the chair, he realized that it was quite short and that Laura would be looking down at him over her executive desk. As Laura's phone conversation continued, Bob fidgeted, exposing his nervousness. That is exactly what Laura had hoped would happen.

After what seemed an eternity, Laura finally completed her conversation and turned her attention to Bob.

"So Bob" she said. "I have been monitoring your performance and have some concerns about what I am seeing. Do you have any explanation you care to offer for the fall-off in your productivity?"

"Well, Laura" Bob replied. "There have been a lot of things on my mind lately and I guess that could be effecting my job performance. I will try really hard to get things back on track and improve as quickly as possible."

Laura nodded. "Bob, there have been a lot of rumors running around about behavior changes that have been noticed by the staff. Is there something wrong at home that you need to share with me?" she asked.

"No, not really" he replied. "I guess I've just been somewhat distracted lately and have a lot on my mind."

Laura challenged him, "Interesting, your dress habits have taken a pretty dramatic turn and it would seem that your wife is behind your new style. Look at yourself, Bob! You are sitting here in what is obviously a women's suit and blouse and women's shoes. I can see that you are wearing pantyhose under your cuffs and when you walked in with Amy, I noticed what sure look like VPL's – you know , visible panty lines. For God's sake Bob, you are dressed like a woman!"

"But I can explain" stuttered Bob. "My wife Karen has insisted that I adopt a new clothing style. Ever since I was in that dance competition and had to wear a women's costume, Karen has made me were increasingly feminine clothes. I have no choice! She makes me!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" replied Laura. "Do you remember when you were the big dog on the block? You treated all women, including me, as second class citizens. Oh, the pranks you and your juvenile friends played. Some of them were really quite hurtful. And to imagine now that the same boor that terrorized all of the women in your department has been forced by his wife to become a pantywaist sissy is just too rich!"

"Its not my fault, really!" Bob exclaimed. "And I'm really not the man I was back then! I've changed!" Bob pleaded.

"Oh, you have changed alright!" Laura responded. "And I'm sitting here wondering whether your truly a man at all. I really need to get to know this wife of yours. I want you to set up a dinner meeting for us sometime next week. Amy can help you with my calendar."

"OK" whispered Bob, knowing that nothing good could come from his wife spending any time with his boss.

"Now, back to your job performance" Laura continued. "In addition to placing you on probation, I have decided that I need to keep a lot closer to you and so have decided to move you into a position as my executive assistant. HR has been notified. Carol is doing an outstanding job and has picked up a lot of the slack from your poor work. She will assume your former position. You can try to make it sound like a promotion to your girlfriends downstairs and to those old friends of yours, assuming they still talk to you, but you can be assured it is no promotion. I have the facilities people building you a cube outside my office next to Amy and she will be your mentor. She will continue to take care of my phone, my mail and my calendar. You will be helping prepare me for meetings as well as any other tasks that I assign, including personal errands and the like. You'll sort of be my 'Girl Friday', and you're dressed perfectly for the part.!"

"Please, Laura!" begged Bob. "Won't you reconsider? Give me another chance!

I promise things will get better."

"My mind is made up" commanded Laura. "And from now on you should address me as Ms Simpson. You are excused. Get your swishy little self down to your office and start packing up your things. I want you sitting in your new cube outside my office bright and early tomorrow morning. Wear something nice! And don't forget to schedule that dinner with your wife."

When Bob arrived back at his office, Carol was already packing his things in boxes.

"HR called me and told that you were accepting a new position upstairs" said Carol, smiling deviously. "They also told me that your work space would be quite a bit smaller than your current office so I was instructed to pack up most of your personal belongings and send them home with you. The only things you are allowed in your new space are a few pictures and flowers, if you are lucky enough to receive any. I have this little box here with your utensils and your picture of Karen and the one of that dance team you are in."

Bob had to suffer the taunts of his coworkers as he hauled out the six boxes of his personal belongings to his little car. He had a very difficult time getting them in the car. Joe Mitchell followed him out on his last trip and kindly offered to help the distraught sissy load his car.

"You didn't get fired did you?" Joe asked hesitantly.

"No" replied Bob. "I have been given another position upstairs as Laura Simpson's executive assistant."

"Sounds like a promotion" encouraged Joe.

"Not exactly" responded Bob. "But I'm sure it will be a fine position", trying to put a positive spin on his predicament.

"Well, We'll miss you on our floor" said Joe. "I'll have to come up and see you whenever I get a chance."

Joe winked at Bob as he said that and made Bob's face turn crimson. He hurried into the driver's seat of his little car and sped out of the parking lot, tears streaming down his face. He did not know how he was going to face his wife with the news from work and was terrified about her getting together with his boss.

 

Chapter Seven Let's Rodeo

At Bob's next dance lesson, the sissy members of the line dance group were asked to stay late for the combination dance lessons that Bob and Dan had been attending. Joanne gathered the group together and told them she had exciting news to share.

"I have signed your team up for an important competition" she exclaimed. "In two weeks there is a Gay Rodeo scheduled in the county fairgrounds and associated with that, they are having a square, round and line dance competition. Dancers will be coming in from all over the state to compete. I think this team has a great chance to win the line dance division, particularly when those gay judges get a look at you swishy things in your flirty little costumes!"

A loud groan came from most of the dancers though one or two jumped up and down gleefully. Most of those in this dance class were feminized sissies due to circumstances beyond their control. A couple of them, however, were gay crossdressers who had enrolled in the dance lessons to improve their grace and passability.

"I am still working on what costumes you will wear, but by next week I will have them so we can have a little 'dress' rehearsal, pardon the pun" teased Joanne. "One thing for sure, you can bet that the skirts will be short and the bloomers will be frilly! Audiences love to see those pretty bloomers under your skirts when you spin and twirl!"

Outside of town at Carol and John's ranch, Carol was watching over John as he sat at the kitchen table completing an application. Tears were streaming down his face as he completed every blank on the form.

"Quit your blubbering you little sissy!" demanded Carol. "There is no point spending all of that time practicing your barrel racing if you are not going to enter a competition. You are lucky that the Gay Rodeo allows males to compete in the barrel racing competition as most regular rodeos won't. Make sure you list your first name as Jenni and don't forget to put Cupcake in the blank calling for horses name."

Two weeks later, Bob, John, Karen and Carol all stepped out of John's truck at the county fairgrounds. They were quite a site! Bob was wearing an extremely short white skirt trimmed with a three inch turquoise sequined hem. Under the skirt, he was wearing a thin nylon leotard trimmed with the same turquoise colored sequins across the yoke and with a turquoise fringe on the front and back in a western style. On his head was a white cowboy hat, cocked to one side, with a hatband that matched the trim on his skirt and top. He was wearing white drill-team boots on his feet over incredibly shiny Danskin tights. John was equally feminized in a pair of very tight, white Rockies jeans that came to just under his pierced belly button. His top was a western blouse in bright pink with a white leopard trim and tied at the waist above his belly button. His cowboy hat was also pink and the hatband was of the same white leopard fur. Amazingly his belt and boots were also pink, almost the exact shade as his blouse and hat. Karen and Carol were dressed in normal western attire and neither were wearing hats at all.

Karen instructed "Missy, get your little bottom over to the exhibits barn and look for Joanne. She wanted to get a little bit more practice in on your routine before the competition."

In kind, Carol commanded, "Jenni, you need to get over to the stock barn and get yourself registered for the barrel race and pick up your contestant number. I'll meet you back at the truck to help you get Cupcake saddled up."

Amidst whistles and cat calls, John hurried across the fairgrounds to the stock barn. Meanwhile, as Bob was almost to the exhibit hall, he heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, is that you Bobbie?"

Bob could not believe his ears. It was Joe Mitchell.

 

Epilogue

What's in store for our sissy heroes? Joe Mitchell at the Gay Rodeo!?! A new job as executive assistant? What kind of personal errands might he be asked to perform. Will Cupcake and Jenni win the barrel race? How will Daphne and her step-family feature in the sissies' future? Karen and Carol are sure to think of many more clever adventures to keep their sissy-boy husbands blushing.

 

Please let me know what you think of this long-overdue third installment. I have many additional ideas for sissy adventures and a special friend that I want to introduce in the next installment but would love suggestions and feedback from readers.

  

  

  

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