Switch Hitter

by Jennifer White

 

Rich was kind of bored, and there wasn't a whole lot of things going on for the summer, so when he saw the flyer in the mail for the co-ed softball league, he decided it might be a fun thing to do. He would get some exercise, and meet some girls. What better way to spend a summer vacation for a college sophomore?

He registered, and was called back a week later by the captain of the team that had selected him. Her name was Wendy, and she had played softball in highschool.

"What positions can you play?" she asked.

"Well, just about anywhere. I don't have the strongest arm though, so I usually end up at first base."

"We do have an opening for first base, so why don't we try you out there?" she said. She told him that they were going to get together as a team to practice on Saturday at 1:00pm, at the softball field at Memorial Park. He promised to show up. And so, Rich joined a softball team.

 

* * *

 

Practice went very well. The team was pretty strong in general, with good fielding, good hitting, and good pitching. There were seven guys and five women on the team. The league rules stipulated that a team could field at most five men, but they could use more women than men if they so wished. But with five good women on the team, they looked very solid.

Rich fit in perfectly at first base. Helen played at 3rd base, Dan was the shortstop, and Mike rounded out the infield at 2nd. Wendy, the captain, was the catcher, while her college roommate Kathy pitched. The outfield consisted of Frank in left, Tanya in left center, Jack in right center, and Suzie in right.

That left a couple of extra guys on the bench as subs. They were clearly worse than the starters, and they didn't hope to see much playing time. One of these players was George. He had started at first base the previous year, and he was clearly jealous that Rich, the new guy, had stepped in and taken over 'his' position.

Right out of the gate with the first game, the team looked great, and won a 12-7 decision. The next game was even better, with a 14-2 drubbing. They played two games a week, plus a practice on Saturday. After a month of the season, their record sat at 7-1, putting them clearly in first place. Rich played a solid game, and was batting almost .400.

 

But then disaster struck. While practicing on Saturday, Suzie was chasing down a fly ball in right field, when her cleats caught on something in the grass, and she went down in a heap. She cried out in pain, and clutched her knee. A hush fell over the team. They all immediately knew that this was something serious.

After ten minutes, Suzie bravely tried to get up, but she could not put any weight on her knee. Dan and Mike supported her, and helped her to Kathy's car. She and Wendy drove Suzie to the emergency room.

The next day, Wendy called Rich on the phone.

"Can you come over tonight for a team meeting?" she said.

"Sure. What's your address?" he replied.

 

An hour later, he pulled up into the parking lot for her apartment, climbed the steps to the 3rd floor, and knocked on the door of apartment 327. Rich entered when Wendy opened the door. He was used to seeing her in a softball outfit, but now at home, she was dressed in a casual skirt and a matching top with bright colors. She didn't look like a softball player, she looked like a *woman*.

Kathy lived with her, and she too was dressed much nicer than Rich was used to seeing. Both girls wore their long hair down, instead of being pulled into a ponytail going out the back of their caps. They looked lovely. It was hard not to stare at them.

When Rich walked in, he found that Helen and Tanya were on the couch. He appeared to be the only guy to have arrived so far.

"I guess I came early" he said, which caused a round of giggles from the girls.

"Can I get you a drink?" offered Kathy.

"What are you having?" he replied.

"Margaritas!" said Kathy and Wendy in unison.

"Sounds good to me."

 

And so it was that Rich found himself sitting on the couch between Tanya and Kathy, looking over to Wendy and Helen. Everyone was drinking, and pouring refills from the pitcher that Kathy had brought out for the group. They talked about various topics, but eventually they got around to discussing the team.

"What's up with Suzie?" said Tanya, as she twirled her golden hair around her finger.

"Shouldn't we wait until everyone is here, so you can just announce it once?" said Rich.

"Everyone *is* here" replied Wendy.

"What about the guys?"

"Everyone we need is here" said Wendy. "So we can get started."

They all looked over to her.

"I spoke with Suzie this afternoon. The doctor said she blew out the ACL in her left knee. She needs surgery, and is out for the year."

"That's terrible!"

'How awful!"

"I'm so sorry" they all said at once.

"So with Suzie gone, I'm thinking of making a change to the lineup. George has been on the bench all year. He's not as good as Rich at first base, but he's close. Rich, I'm thinking of moving you to right field."

Rich immediately didn't like the idea. He thought of himself as in infielder, not an outfielder. And he had a weak throwing arm. He couldn't play right!

"I'll do whatever it takes for the team to win" he said. "You know I'm committed to winning. I just don't think that the outfield is my best position."

"I know" said Wendy, "but this is for the team."

Then it dawned on him: right field was *Suzie's* position. How could he replace her?

"And anyway, you need another girl. We can't field a team with six guys. If George takes over at first, where will we get another girl?"

"How committed to winning are you?" asked Wendy.

"I want to win" replied Rich.

"How committed to the team are you? Are you willing to do what it takes to win?"

"Of course!" said Rich. "I will do whatever is best for the team, so we can win."

He looked up, and it seemed to him that all the other girls had drawn in closer to him. It was him, and four pretty girls, alone.

"And you're willing to do what I ask, even if you don't think it is the right thing for you? Even if you don't think it is the way I should use you?" said Wendy.

"Yes" replied Rich. How much more was she going to grill him?

"Then it is settled. You will move into right field, and take over Suzie's position."

"Great" said Rich. "Now what about finding another girl for our roster?"

"We just did" said Wendy, with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face.

"Really? That's great" said Rich, not realizing what she meant. "What's her name?"

"Marilyn" said Kathy.

"When will she join us?" asked Rich.

"Would you like to meet her?" asked Wendy.

"Sure."

"Great. Follow me."

Rich got up, as did the other girls. They all walked into Wendy's bedroom. She shut the door and pointed. The back of her door was a full length mirror. Rich looked, and saw himself.

"Say hello to Marilyn" said Wendy.

"I don't see her" said a confused Rich.

"I do" said Kathy.

"Me too" said Helen.

"And I see her" said Tanya.

Wendy looked him right in the eye.

"Hello Marilyn" she said.

 

"No" said Rich.

"No what?"

"I'm not doing this" said Rich.

"You promised. You said you were committed to the team, and you'd do whatever it took to win."

"Not this" he said. "No way."

"Great. Then we'll just forfeit the rest of our games" said Kathy, dejectedly.

"You can get another girl" said Rich.

"No we can't. The rosters are frozen. Look, here's how it is. Suzie is gone for the year. But last night, after I made a zillion phone calls, and nobody was available, I registered Marilyn for our team. This is our only chance. Either you become Marilyn, or we're done for the year. You've got the whole team counting on you."

"Come on, it will be fun!" said Tanya.

"You'll get to hang out with us, all the time" said Kathy, as she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her white blouse.

"We'll let you in on all our secrets" said Helen, in a teasing sexy voice.

"All you have to do is let us give you a makeover."

"Let us make you one of *us*."

"Let us turn you into Marilyn."

 

Rich was overwhelmed by their feminine guile. They appealed to his sense of team. His desire to win. His desire to be with pretty girls. His desire to get close to them, and learn all about them. All he had to do was to say yes. He had drank too many powerful margaritas, and he was tired and confused.

Wendy came up to him, her ample breasts barely touching his chest.

"Do this for me" she said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. "Please."

"Okay" he said quietly, giving in.

"Yah!!!" said the other girls.

They were almost rubbing their hands together in glee. They had found their new girl for right field.

 

"The first thing you need to do, if you're going to pass as a girl, is to get rid of your body hair" said Wendy.

"But I'll be in a uniform. Nobody will see my chest or my legs" protested Rich.

"Look at yourself. You can see some chest hair at the opening of your shirt at the top. You'll see that too at the neck of the jersey. And there is too much hair on your arms."

"All right, but why my legs? We all wear long white pants. Nobody can see my legs."

"Rich, what if your pants ride up on you? If someone sees a hairy leg, they'll know you're a guy. Do you really want to take that chance on getting caught?"

"I guess not" he said.

"There is a bottle of Nair on the sink by the shower. Use that. It will be easier than shaving. Do everything, except the hair on your head. But you might want to shave your underarms. It is too sensitive of a spot for the hair removal cream. At least for me."

Rich headed to the bathroom attached to the bedroom, while the girls made preparations for his transformation into Marilyn. When he was done with the shower, and returned to them hairless, wearing the terry cloth bathrobe that Wendy had laid out for him, he felt nervous and ashamed. There was no hair on his legs, arms, chest, or underarms now. First, Kathy handed him a pair of panties. He had been worried that they'd give him something lacy or sexy that he would have to wear. He looked up to Kathy, with relief showing on his face.

"You're going to be playing softball. You wouldn't want to wear a thong for that" she explained.

Next, Wendy showed him two fake breasts she had purchased.

"These glue onto your chest, but don't worry, they're not permanent."

"Why glue them? Why not just put them into a bra or something?" asked Rich.

"Because they might move around too much. What if you slid into third, and one popped out? Or if they rode way up? A bra is designed to lift and support. If you don't have anything to anchor your bra, it will ride up on you. Trust me. Every girl who has dressed up in their big sister's bra learns this."

Wendy and Kathy carefully glued the breasts in place, while the others looked on and tried not to giggle or smile.

"Why do they have to be so big? Why not little ones?" said Rich.

"You need big ones to sell yourself as a girl. With your male body, we need to exaggerate your feminine qualities."

That shut Rich right up. Feminine qualities? For him? It just didn't sound right, and he didn't like the idea at all. But he had to do this now. For the team. And for Wendy. If he could just get through this. Maybe this would show her how dedicated he was, and maybe she would be interested in dating him.

Rich looked up, and was puzzled at what Wendy was holding up for him now.

"What is that?" he asked.

"When I was in college" said Wendy, "my first roommate was this little skinny thing we all called 'Twiggy'. Not an ounce of fat on her. She wore a size 3."

"A three? Wow, I'm jealous" said Tanya.

Helen nodded in agreement.

"I'd give just about anything to fit into a size three."

"No you wouldn't" said Wendy. "She was so thin, that she didn't have a curve to speak of. She looked boyish in fact. Even in a skirt, she just didn't have *it*. She'd get dates from guys who went for very thin girls, but she didn't do that well."

"Really?" said Helen. "Wow, and I don't get them because my thighs are so fat."

Rich didn't understand why a perfectly shaped woman like Helen would think that she was fat. She had a perfect athletic body. How could she consider herself fat? It amazed him about women, that they were so self-critical like this.

"So what did she do?" asked Tanya.

"Well, we found something for her. One of these" said Wendy.

"It looks like a girdle, on steroids" joked Kathy.

"Pretty much, it is. It is just like a girdle, but there is padding in the butt, and in the hips. Once she put this on, she looked really hot in jeans, and better in a skirt."

"So 'Marilyn' here is going to wear one?" asked Tanya.

"Exactly" she said, handing it to Rich.

"Why do I have to wear this? Why can't I just go without one?"

"You need curves if you're going to pass for a girl. You have a male body, remember? This will give you the right butt, the right hips, and will help a *lot*. Just try it on."

Rich felt ridiculous putting it on, especially in front of four beautiful young women. But he couldn't stop now. He pulled it up his legs, where it fit snug and tight around his thighs. Wendy helped zip it up in back. He turned to look at himself in the mirror.

"My butt looks big. And my hips" he said.

"Oh you girls, always complaining!" mocked Kathy.

"Knock it off Kath" said Wendy. "This is serious."

"Sorry, just having fun" she said.

"Now here's your sports bra. Then you can put on your softball uniform."

Rich put on the sports bra (with some helpful tips for the best way to get into it from the girls). Then his long white socks, brown jersey, and long white pants. He looked in the mirror. With the fake breasts and the padding, he really did have the shape of a girl's body. And with the three layers of panties, girdle and pants, you couldn't see any bulge between his legs. Just is head and face stood out now.

The girls would fix that though. They sat him down on the stool in front of the vanity. Wendy and Kathy went to work on his face, trimming his eyebrows and putting on makeup. Helen worked on his left hand, while Tanya did his right. They filed and shaped his nails, fixed his cuticles, and painted his fingers a nice shade of pink. Three coats, plus a clear coat sealer.

Now Wendy attached a hair extension to the back of his head, put his softball cap on, threading the long hair through the opening in the back. She pulled it into a ponytail, using a large pink scrunchie.

"Look at yourself in the mirror now, Marilyn."

Rich looked, and was shocked. He looked like a girl! In this get-up, he really would be able to pass for a girl. He never thought it was possible, but it was true. No way! Him, a girl?

"So I'll put all this on for the game next week?" he said.

"Yes" replied Wendy.

"Okay. Well, let me get undressed, so I can get back home" he said.

"That's not going to happen" said Kathy.

"What?"

"You're not ready yet."

"What do you mean?" said a Rich in a panic.

"First off all, you look like a girl, but you're walking and talking like a guy. We need to fix that. You need to learn how to *be* a girl, not just look like one."

"Why do you think I only invited the girls over?" said Wendy. "So we could teach you. You're not done Marilyn. You're just getting started."

And so it was that Rich was tortured for the next three hours. Sit like this. Keep your knees together. Hold your hand like this. Use a higher pitched voice. No, move like this. Don't talk like that, you need to sound like a girl!

On and on they went, drilling girlish behavior into him. He had seen girls do things all his life, but had never really thought about all they did, and why they did it. They showed no mercy on him, insisting that he did *everything* like a girl. Even when he said he had to go to the bathroom, Helen gave him instructions.

"Sit down when you pee, so you feel like you're one of *us*."

"When you go at the game, you'll need to go into the lady's room" added Wendy. "Don't forget that. You're a girl now."

"I'm a girl" muttered Rich. He went in, and sat down to go, as he was instructed to. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror. He really did feel like a girl. He looked like one for the most part, and he seemed to be bonding with the girls in a way he never did before. It was like he had been cut out for this, from the start.

 

It grew late, and the girls were ready to head home. Helen left first, followed soon after by Tanya.

"I think I'll be going now too" said Rich.

"Why Marilyn, I thought you were staying the night" said Kathy.

"I have an extra nightie for you" said Wendy. "You are in no shape to drive like that. You're staying the night."

"But we have practice tomorrow" protested Rich.

"Precisely. You need to practice, the way you are now. With your new 'assets', you will feel different when you throw, run, or bat. You need to get used to that. I'm afraid that you will need to stay as Marilyn for quite some time. There is no going back now. Not if you want us to win."

Rich had no argument to protest. He was stuck being Marilyn now, and perhaps for the whole weekend. He sighed, and went to put on the nightie that Wendy gave him to wear.

 

* * *

 

Rich's dreams were very uneasy that night. And when the morning came, he felt bleary-eyed and tired. Wendy and Kathy served him breakfast, then made him take his vitamins.

"Thanks mom" he said mockingly.

"You are a growing young lady" replied Wendy. "You need to take your vitamins if you are going to grow up to be a beautiful woman one day."

That stopped any more protests from Rich.

 

All three of them put on their outfits for practice. Kathy drove them to the park, where they met up with the others. The girls all knew that Rich was Marilyn now, but it took some explaining to the guys. They all seemed to take it well, except for George, who had an evil smirk on his face.

"You're one pretty chick" he said to Rich. "I always knew you were a girl."

"Knock it off George!!!" said Wendy angrily.

"Sorry, just having fun. I'm a guy, what can I say? He throws like a girl too."

"Just shut up!!!" steamed Wendy.

The team took the field, and went to practice. The practiced batting, fielding, and all the fundamentals. When they were done, they went out to lunch as a team, like they did every week. Rich felt very apprehensive about going to a restaurant as Marilyn, but the girls were all very supportive, and helped him get through it. After a while, he actually relaxed and kind of forgot that he was a girl now. He just sipped his iced tea, and talked with the girls.

 

The next few games were great. The team was on fire. George made a couple of errors that Rich wouldn't have made at first, but that didn't matter. They were on a roll, and they easily clinched a playoff spot. Rich was good in the outfield, but with his weak arm, he felt bad that he wasn't able to throw out a couple of runners.

"You throw like a girl" said George, with his best sneer on his face.

He caught more flak from Wendy and Kathy for that, but he seemed to love throwing in a barb at Rich, whenever he could. But Rich just took it, and didn't say anything. He really wanted to win for the team, and for Wendy. He let it go, and felt satisfaction knowing that they were going to be seeded first in the playoffs.

 

* * *

 

It was two days before the playoffs, when the news broke.

"I can play!" announced Suzie, much to everyone's surprise.

"I thought you were out for six months" said Wendy.

"Me too. But rehab is going well, and the doctor said I could play."

"Fine by me" said Rich, although he was dressed up as Marilyn again. In fact, he spent more and more time as Marilyn these days, as the team did more and more things together. "I can move back to first."

"I don't know" said Wendy. "What if you're not ready, and you get hurt out there?"

"I *have* to play" said Suzie. "I've been on this team for seven years! I deserve a chance to be in the big game! I've given so much for this team. How can you think of sitting me out?"

Wendy was caught in the bad situation that every captain dreads. Her friendship with Suzie was pitted against the needs of the team, and against the interests of Rich. Who had sacrificed more than he had? Yet he was stuck in the middle of all this.

"If I start you and move Rich back to first" said Wendy, as she looked to Suzie, "then what if you get hurt? We'll have to forfeit."

"But I *have* to play!" she protested.

Wendy looked to Rich, with great sadness in her eyes.

"Marilyn," she said, using Rich's female name (as they all had done ever since his move to the outfield).

"What?" said Rich.

"I hate to do this, but I owe Suz a shot in the big game. You're a rookie, and she has been a player for us for seven years, since we formed the team. But if she gets hurt, we're out of it. I *have* to give her a shot. So I can't let you go back to first. The only possible thing I can do, which is best for the team, is to keep George at first, let Suz try to start, and put you on the bench. I know this is hard, and you have given so much! But I owe some loyalty to her after all this time. I have to give her a chance."

Rich put his head down. He looked like he was going to cry.

"I understand" he whispered.

George smiled. He had kept his starting position. And Rich was going to remain as Marilyn, but would be sitting on the bench.

 

* * *

 

It was the day of the big game. A one game, winner take all playoff. The culmination of an entire season. This was it. There was tension in the air, as the teams warmed up before taking the field. The opponents were the only team to have beaten Rich's team, all year long. In fact, they had split during the regular season. So anything could happen.

Rich wondered if Suzie was really ready to come back. What if she got hurt on a play, and allowed extra runs to score? That could ruin it for the team. He had to be ready to come in at any time.

The game started, and Suzie seemed to be fine out there. She was running well, without any visible limp. Her speed seemed to be about 100% as well. You would never know that she had been injured.

This was good for the team, but it meant that Rich was stuck on the bench. He sipped his Gatorade sports drink, as he did every game. But he wasn't able to participate. The game was close, and he held his breath with every pitch as he watched the action.

 

In the fifth inning, the team was ahead 6-5. Wendy was at the plat, with Kathy on deck. Rich watched with great intensity as the count ran to 2 balls and 2 strikes. He didn't notice George walk up behind him.

"So Merilyn you're just a girl sitting on the bench now, while *I* am a man, starting at your position. How does it feel?"

"Go away" said Rich.

"I'm a man, and I belong in the lineup. You're just a girl now. I bet you were a girl, even from the start. I bet you joined the team so that you could let the other girls make you into one of them."

Wendy and Kathy weren't there to defend him. And Rich wasn't confrontational enough to do anything. The rest of the team either didn't hear George, or didn't care enough to step in. So he continued to torment Rich.

"You're one of them now. You're a girl. A girl who can't even make the starting lineup over *real* girls. You're not even woman enough to beat out Tanya in the lineup."

Rich got up, and walked to the other end of the bench to get away from George. Wendy fouled off another ball, keeping the count at 3 and 2.

"And do you know what the best part is?" whispered George, so that only Rich could hear him. "*I* did this all to you. You are a girl now, because of what *I* did to you."

"You lie!" said Rich.

"I started spiking your Gatorade with estrogen, from the day you took my spot. Why do you think you're so passive now? Why do you think you let the girls dress you up and make you into a girl? You *want* to be like that now. You *want* to be a girl. Its all the female hormones flowing in your system. Your body is changing Marilyn. You really are becoming a girl."

"No!" said Rich.

"I'm afraid it is true. I turned you into a girl. Your system is completely infused with estrogen now. Female sex hormones have flooded your body, and they are changing you rapidly. Your brain, your body, your emotions, your desires. And *I* took your spot on the team. You are nothing now. Just a girl on the bench. *I* will be a hero in the game. I will get a trophy. You're just a scrub, a bench warmer. You're just a girl."

Wendy took ball 4, and walked to first base. George was due in the on-deck circle.

"Bye-bye Marilyn. I'm so glad you're a chick now. You make much better chick than you ever did a guy. Don't forget that *I* did this to you. *I* manipulated them, and I turned you into a girl."

 

Rich was stunned. Female hormones? In his system? It couldn't be! And there was no way that George had engineered all this! Yes, he was close to Suzie, and perhaps they were dating. But he couldn't have tricked Wendy into this.

When George grounded into a double play, Wendy came back to the bench. Rich was able to talk to her.

"Wendy, how did you get the idea to turn me into Marilyn?" said Rich.

"Not now, the game is on!" said Wendy.

"No. I need to know. Tell me now."

"Well, actually, Suzie had the idea, and asked me what I thought. It was a good argument she made. I had to give it a try. It was quite successful, don't you think?"

The team made the third out, and went to take the field, leaving Rich on the bench, to watch jealously. He sat down, and actually did cry. He was just a girl on the bench. Suzie must have been acting on George's idea. He really had manipulated everyone. George really had turned Rich into Marilyn, and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

 

There was just one out to go. Kathy threw a pitch high in the strike zone. The batter for the other team popped it up. Wendy waved everyone away, and caught the ball herself to seal the victory. They had won the playoff championship!

The team rushed the field including Rich. He was upset about what he had learned today, but he was happy for the team. For the girls at least. Especially for Wendy. He gave her a big hug, and they kissed each other on the cheeks.

Someone pinched Rich in the butt. He turned around to see George standing there, with the evil smile on is face.

"You are going to stay as Marilyn" he said. "You are never going back. If you even dare think of yourself as Rich again, I will expose you. When the league learns that you are really a guy, they will strip the team of the championship. Do you want to do that to Wendy?"

"No..." whispered Rich.

"I didn't think so. Then you will do exactly as I tell you. You are Marilyn now, and you will never go back. I'll give you the estrogen pills that I was spiking your drink with, and you will keep taking them, because you *want* to be a real girl now. Don't you, Marilyn? Tell me that you want to be a real girl."

Rich felt completely caught by George. He was in George's power, and could not think of anything he could do to resist.

"I want to be a real girl" said Rich.

"Just as I thought" smirked George. "You *are* a girl. You always have been, even from the first day."

Suzie walked over, and gave George a kiss.

"Tell *her* about your knee, Suz" said George.

"I was never hurt" said Suzie. "It was all just part of the plan to get George back into the lineup, and to turn you into a girl."

Rich was even more stunned now. He felt crushed and powerless. He felt passive, and unable to fight back. All this didn't help what was left of his male ego. He could find no words to say.

 

The team went out to celebrate the victory at the local pub. The only one who seemed somewhat subdued was Marilyn. She had a lot on her mind.

 

* * *

 

It was time for the end of the year sports banquet, where everyone in the league would attend a huge party, and awards were given out. Wendy looked at the empty seat beside her. Where was Rich? Why was he so late? She had called him, and told him that since it was all over, he could attend the banquet as Rich instead of Marilyn. Rich had played during the year, so he could attend as a guy.

But it was almost time to start, and no sign of Rich yet. She looked up, craning her neck. In the doorway, was a girl who looked overdressed for the occasion. She wore a black skirt made up of layers of lace. It was longer in the back, and shorter in the front. She was also wearing black nylons, and high heels. Her top was black and skimpy. She looked like a cheap cocktail waitress.

The girl kept walking closer to Wendy. She wore too much makeup. Something was wrong with her. Wendy gasped when she realized. This was no girl: it was Rich. He had come to the banquet as Marilyn.

"Rich, why are you Marilyn today?" she said.

"This is who I am. Rich is in the past. I am Marilyn now" he replied.

The girls on the team were surprised, but they were all supportive. This was very brave of Rich to do. They guys all snickered among themselves, and whispered that Rich was really queer. But he ignored all that, and sat down next to Wendy.

"I don't understand" said Kathy.

"I *am* a girl" said Rich. "I *am* Marilyn. There is no going back for me. I will never go back. This is me, this is my life from now on."

 

Even George was surprised. He didn't expect for Rich to really buy into his last threat. This was better than he had hoped for. Rich really *was* on track to be a real girl now.

The dinner was served, and the trophies were presented. Rich sat in the front row with the girls, with the guys behind, as the official picture was taken with the league trophy. They had done it. They were the winners.

 

* * *

 

"So Marilyn, what's new?" said Wendy.

The snow was falling still, and it was going to be a long cold night.

"Well, I just go the cutest outfit" said Marilyn. "It was on sale. I saved a bunch! So I was able to use my savings and get some new ear rings and a pair of pumps."

"What color?"

"Red. They'll go with my one dress so well."

"Wow, you're quite the shopper."

"Hey, I only have 12 pairs of shoes. A girl needs more than that!" said Marilyn.
"So true" replied Wendy. "So, why don't you come over tomorrow? I'm having a little party. Just us girls. No guys."

"I'd love to be there!" said Marilyn. "What should I wear? Casual?"
"How about that khaki skirt of yours, and that black sweater? That would be cool."

"Thanks Wendy. I'll see you then. You're a great friend."

"Bye-bye Marilyn."

"Good night" replied Marilyn, hanging up the phone. She finished putting on her night cream, laid out her outfit for the next day, and went to lay down in bed. She was tired, and tomorrow would be another full day. There are never enough hours in the day for a girl! So much to do, and so little time. Plus, next week she was finally getting her breast implants, so she could put away the falsies she wore every day. That would be so cool! She could hardly wait.,,,,,,

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2004 by Jennifer White. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.