Take Me Out To The Old Ball Game

by Teddie S

 

I sat there, in my satin robe, curdled up on the chair, watching her sleep. Watching her slow, rhythmic, breathing. And, smiled to myself as I remembered the events of the past year or so.

I had met Sandy at work one Friday afternoon. I work for a fairly large engineering firm, and my computer had crashed. I'd called the computer department to get it fixed. The guy on the telephone had me try a number of things to fix it, and when they didn't work, he said they'd have someone to my cubical shortly to take a look.

I waited about half an hour, and no one had shown up, so I went to the break room for a cup of coffee. As I walked back into my cubical, there was a young woman sitting at my computer, I leaned against the opening, and said, "Any luck?"

She turned, looked at me, shook her head, and said, "Afraid not. It appears that the hard drive is gone."

"Oh great. At least most of my work is on the server."

She smiled, and said, "That's why we store most of the work on a server. I'll take your PC back, the weekend guys will fix it, and you should have it back Monday."

That Saturday afternoon the company's softball team, I play second base on a mixed team, was playing a game. And, as I was walking off the field after being the third out in the last inning, I heard someone say, "That was tough luck." I looked, it was the girl from the computer department, and she was also wearing a baseball uniform. The company did have two softball teams, the one that I was on, and a woman's fast pitch team.

I replied, "Can't win them all."

She just smiled. I went, picked up my things, and headed for my car. But, I glanced at the field, the woman's team was warming up, and the girl was on the pitcher's mound. I watched for a few minutes, and was amazed at how fast, and accurately, she could throw the ball. Usually, I went home for a shower, and then met the rest of the team for a beer. But, I got engrossed in watching the woman's team, and I stayed for the whole game.

As the team walked off the field, after winning the game, I said to the girl, "Great game."

"Oh.", she said with a nice smile, "You stayed. And, thanks. It's nice too win a tough one."

"It didn't appear that tough. They only got three hits off of you, and that one walk."

"Yea. But, their pitcher is tough, but Patty's bases loaded home run helped."

"Sure did."

"Want to get a beer."

She asked me! I replied, "Great minds. I was just going to ask you. But, I need a shower first."

"Me too. We usually meet at Mitch's at seven."

"Seven sounds good."

"See you there." And, she ran after the rest of her team.

I walked into Mitch's right at seven, and she was there with a few of the other girls from the softball team. She saw me, and motioned for me to come over. The girls moved their chairs around, I grabbed another chair, and sat next to her. And, as I sat, I said to no one in particular, "Great game this afternoon!"

One of the girls said, "Thanks. With a pitcher like Sandy, we can't lose."

At least I now knew her first name.

Sandy replied, "I could pitch a no hitter, but without you guys we'd still lose." Then, looking at me, she said, "Let me buy you a beer."

"I should buy you one."

"Later. It's a tradition. The winning pitcher buys the first round."

"You must buy a lot of rounds."

She just smiled. Finally, Sandy introduced everyone. She knew my name, Richard "Rich" Timmons, from the work order on my PC. And, ended with, "And, I'm Sandy Freeman."

We sat there, and talked about the game, work, and other things, for the next hour. The other girls started to leave for other things. Eventually Sandy and I were the only ones left at the table. And, she said, "We don't need this big table. Lets grab a booth."

We sat across from each other, and I was going to order us another beer, and she said, "Could I have wine? Two beers are more than enough for me."

So, I ordered her a glass of wine, and I had a third beer. One more than my usual.

We talked about a number of things, but especially college, we figured out that we went to the same university, and had even graduated at the same time. It's a large university, so we had never met. Her degree was in computer science, and mine was in mechanical engineering. And, we were hired by the company within a month of each other. Small world.

She had also pitched for the girl's fast pitch softball team in college. And, during her junior and senior years they had won their conference championship.

We lost track of time, but finally she looked at her watch, and said, "It's ten-fifteen, I've got to go. Got to get up early tomorrow."

"Can I give you a lift?", I asked.

"I did come with Patty, and she's gone. I'll just catch a cab."

"It wouldn't be a problem."

"You sure?"

"Yea."

A few minutes later she was directing me toward her condominium, which was in a fast growing area, about ten miles from my place, and five miles from work. She said, that she took mass transit to work, as she didn't like city driving. I drove every day, hating to ride in a crowded bus or train.

We pulled up in front of her condo, a new building, containing eight two story units, each with a two car garage. We sat and chatted for a second, and she finally said goodnight, with, "Thanks for the ride."

"You're welcome. See you."

I waited until she was inside, and drove home. I figured that I'd probably see her around work.

When I arrived at work on Monday morning, Sandy was already at my cubical setting up my PC. She looked up, and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

"I got you a new PC. That one you had was old, and slow. The weekend crew was able to transfer almost everything from your old hard drive to this one. Sit down, and lets see if it works."

She got up, I sat down, and she looked over my shoulder. In doing so, she placed her hand on my shoulder, and her face was close to mine. Her perfume was intoxicating. I reached over, pressed the power button, and was surprised as to how quickly the PC booted. My desk top was exactly as it had been.

I said, "Looks like the weekend guys did good work."

She smiled, and said, "Thanks."

"You were here this weekend?"

"Yea. It was my turn in the barrel. This is where I had to be early on Sunday. I had your PC, and another one to repair, and it didn't take long. But, I saw yours was an old one, so I upgraded you."

"So, with your degree, all you do is repair PC's."

"Oh no. I fill in for the guys that do. I do more network stuff."

"I'm glad you were filling in when mine crashed."

"Me too."

She started to walk out of my cubical, and I said, "Sandy?"

She stopped, looked at me, smiled, and said, "Yes?"

"Like to do something Friday night?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe dinner and a movie."

"Sounds like fun."

That week, we emailed each other a couple of times firming up our plans. We decided to go comfortable, so on Friday, since I wasn't going home before we went out, I brought a change of clothes to work. Sandy had also brought a change of clothes. We met in the building lobby after work. She smiled as I walked up to her, and said, "Ready?"

She took my arm, and said, "Yes."

We went to a very laid back, comfortable, but nice, restaurant. I learned something else about her. She's a vegetarian. We almost lost track of time, and just made the start of our movie. As we sat through the movie, I put my arm around her, and she laid her head on my shoulder. Again, her perfume was intoxicating.

As I was taking her home, we chatted about the movie, and how we hadn't made a very good choice. But, we had a good laugh over it. As I pulled into her drive way, she asked, "Would you like to come in for a glass of wine?"

"That would be nice. But, on a first date?"

With a smile, she said, "Second."

"Second?"

"Sure. Mitch's."

"I guess that was a first date."

"It was. So, are you coming in?"

I got out of the car, walked over to the passenger's side, opened the door, offered her my hand, and said, "I'd like that."

She took my hand, I helped her out of the car, and we walked into her condo. A very pretty, feminine, condo. She showed me around the first floor, a nice livingroom, a formal dining area, a large open kitchen, and half bath. She walked over to a wine cabinet, took out a bottle, and two glasses. Opened the bottle, poured two glasses, and handed me one. I sniffed it, took a sip, and said, "Very nice."

She smiled, and said, "I like good wine."

"I can tell. That's a very nice wine cabinet. And, looks to be well stocked."

"It belonged to my dad. He owned a restaurant that was known for its wines."

We sat on the couch, sipped our wine, and chatted. I learned that her father had died two years ago, just after he had sold the restaurant. That she had a sister, and a brother, that were both older than she was. I told her that I had two sisters, Cathy and Faith, both older, and single. And, that my parents now lived in Florida. Then she told me that her mother was still alive, living with her older sister, Jan, and her husband, on the west coast. And, her brother, Frank, was single, and in the military.

After we finished a second glass of wine, I was getting ready to leave, and we were standing at the door. She looked at me, smiled, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Not a deep kiss, but a nice kiss. I returned it. She stepped back a little, again smiled, wiped her lipstick off my lips with a finger, and said, "Thanks for a very nice evening."

"It was my pleasure. And, thank you for being very nice company."

"Good night."

"Night. See you on Monday?"

"Sure. Especially if you break your PC again."

I grinned at her, and said, "I can do that."

I walked to my car, got in, and sat there for a few minutes just thinking about the evening. Wondering if this was going to go anywhere.

On Monday morning when I walked into my cubical, there was a card on my PC. I opened it, and it was a very pretty thank you card from Sandy. She had written, 'Thank you again for a very nice evening. Lets do it again soon.' She signed it with little x's and o's. I smiled to myself, and put the card into my briefcase, where the office gossips wouldn't see it.

Later that day I received an email from Sandy, which said they had a baseball game on Wednesday evening, and that she would like me to come. I sent her an email saying that I'd be there.

On Wednesday evening, I was at the park where we played baseball, and saw her team gathering in one of the dugouts. I walked over, and Sandy greeted me with a smile, and said, "I'm really glad you came."

"I wouldn't miss it."

I caught a knowing smile from a couple of Sandy's friends.

They played another really great game, and won. Afterwards I walked up to the group, and congratulated them. And, as I walked with them toward the parking lot, I asked Sandy, "Would you like a ride home?"

"Yes. But, it's so far out of your way."

"That's all right."

"I'll tell Patty. Be right back."

As I drove to Sandy's, we chatted about the game, and as I pulled into her drive, she asked, "Would you like a night cap?"

"It's getting a little late, but a quick glass of wine would be nice."

As we walked into the her condo, she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. This kiss was a little deeper and a little longer than the last one. After we broke the kiss, she said, "Still want a glass of wine?"

With a grin, I said, "I thought I just had one."

"No. That was just a thank you for driving me home."

We walked into the livingroom, and she poured us each a small glass of wine. We sat on the couch, and again talked about the game, and other things. Time went faster then I thought, I looked at my watch it was almost ten-thirty, and I said, "I've got to go. It'll be after eleven before I get home."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Want to do dinner and a movie on Friday?"

"No."

"Oh." I guess the look on my face gave away how I felt. Very let down.

She smiled, and touched the side of my face, and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I have a game Friday night. And, I have a better idea. Why don't I cook supper for us on Saturday?"

I guess the look on my face changed, she smiled at me, and added, "I promise I'll cook you something that's not vegetarian."

"I'd like that."

"Come to the game on Friday?"

"Sure. You come to mine on Thursday?"

"I'd love to."

On Saturday, I stopped by a wine shop on the way to Sandy's, and picked up a very good bottle of wine, that the proprietor recommended. I walked up to her door, pushed the door bell button, and Sandy answered it within seconds. She gave me a little welcome kiss, and I offered her the bottle of wine. She looked at it, and said, "Very nice choice. Are you becoming a wine connoisseur?"

"I will if I hang around you much longer."

As I walked into the condo, the smells were very nice. I didn't know what she was cooking, but it smelled very good. I followed her into the kitchen, and watched while she finished cooking. She was making me shrimp. How did she know it was my favorite.

"I may be a vegetarian.", she said, "But, I can still cook other things."

"If it tastes as good as it smells, you're also a great cook."

I helped her carry things into the diningroom, which she had set up very nicely, and we sat down to a very nice meal. The shrimp were the biggest ones I'd ever seen. After we were finished, I helped her clean the table, and straighten up the kitchen. The whole time we were cleaning up, she was telling me that I was a guest, and it wasn't necessary. And, I was telling her, that she cooked, and I'd help with the clean up.

When we were done, she poured us both another glass of wine, and we went into the livingroom. We sat close together on the couch, looking at each other, talking, and sipping wine. Finally she took my glass, and set it with hers on the coffee table. She took my face in her hands, and kissed me. She then sat back, looked at me for a minute, and kissed me again. This time, a long, deep kiss. When she broke this kiss, she said, in a very sultry voice, "Would you like some dessert?"

I sat there, looked at her, and said, "If dinner was any indication it has to be delicious."

"It could be. It's me."

"You?"

"I want you to make love to me for dessert."

"You sure? We've only known each other for a few weeks."

As she got up, she took my hand, said, "Very sure.", and led me upstairs to her bedroom.

We walked into her bedroom, and it smelled as good as she did. She closed the door, turned me to face her, and kissed me. I felt her start to unbutton my shirt, as her kisses started down my neck. It wasn't long before she had my clothes off. She pushed me down on the bed, and started doing a strip for me. Her clothes quickly joined mine on the floor.

She crawled into bed next to me, pushed me flat on the bed, and gave me a very long, deep, kiss. She took charge, and . . .

Afterwards, we laid cuddled together on her bed. During our love making, she had spent a lot of time tending to my nipples, and I guess she wasn't done. As she was playing with them again. She could tell that it had an effect on me, and asked, "Do you mind?"

"No. But, they're very sensitive."

"I can tell."

She continued playing, and she knew she was getting to me. It didn't take long until I kissed her, and returned her playing. And, it wasn't too much later that we were again . . .

Later, she crawled out of bed, and slipped on a silk robe over her naked body. Then walked to her closet, retrieved another silk robe, and handed it to me. I slipped it on, and we walked back downstairs in silence. She made a pot of coffee, and we sat at the kitchen table just looking at each other, sipping the coffee. Finally she asked, "Did you enjoy your dessert?"

I grinned at her, and said, "It was the best dessert that I've ever had."

"I thought you'd love it."

"I did."

"Spend the night?"

"You really want me to do that?"

"Yes." She smiled at me, and added, "But, you'll have to put your car in the garage. The condo association has rules about cars being parked outside all night."

"Sure. I'll get my pants and keys."

I went back up to her bedroom, found my pants in the tangle of clothes, slipped them on, and went back downstairs. As I walked back into the kitchen, she pointed to a door, and said, "You can go out through the garage, and open the overhead door from inside."

I opened the door, I found the light switch, turned the lights on, and looked at her car. I turned around, and said, "My car is going to feel inferior."

"Why?"

"Come on. A Porsche Boxster. Now I know why you don't want to drive to work. I wouldn't want to park that car in a parking lot either."

She just smiled at me.

I pulled my car into the garage, closed the overhead door, and went back inside. I was going to sit back down at the table, but she said, "Put the robe back on. You looked cute in it."

I just looked at her, went back upstairs, lost my pants, and put the robe back on. I went back down to the kitchen, and she wasn't there. I walked into the livingroom, and she was sitting on the couch. When she saw me, she patted the seat next to her, indicating me to come sit next to her. She didn't have to ask twice.

I sat next to her, and she kissed me. I'd been thinking while I was putting my car in the garage, and I said, "This has sure gone faster than I ever thought it would."

"I know. Something just drew me to you, and I'm glad it did."

"So am I. I've never done anything like this before."

"Me either. It just happened."

"So, the idea of you for dessert just happened?"

"Sort of. I was planning dinner, trying to figure out what to have for dessert, and the idea popped into my mind. I know I was being forward, but I couldn't help myself."

We sat, and cuddled the rest of the evening away. Finally she wanted to go to bed, and we headed back upstairs. As she was walking back into the bedroom, after using the bathroom, she said, "I hope you don't mind, but I sleep in the nude."

"No problem. I usually sleep in my shorts."

When I came back from the bathroom, she was laying in bed, completely naked, and said, "You should try sleeping in the nude."

"You think?"

"Most definitely."

I let the robe, and shorts, drop to the floor, and crawled into bed next to her. She kissed me, and it wasn't long before she was playing with my nipples again. What ever she was doing was a major turn on, and became a major part of our love making from then on. Her kissing, and playing, led to another round of love making.

Afterwards, I was laying on my back, her head was on my chest, I was stroking her hair, and I was thinking, 'Three times in one evening. I'd never been able to do that before. There was one time that I'd been able to do it twice. But, never three.'

We cuddled together, and feel asleep. She was so easy to cuddle up with. About two-thirty in the morning, I felt her really hold me close, and then I heard the thunder. She whispered, "I'm sorry. I just don't like thunder."

I rolled over to face her, and whispered back, "That's all right." And, kissed her on the forehead, and held her closer. Every time there was a clap of thunder, she would cuddle closer. The storm was over in about half an hour, and we fell back asleep.

Sunday morning, I awoke, looked around, and tried to figure out where I was. Then I remembered last night, and Sandy's supper and special dessert. I rolled over, and she wasn't there. I got up, my clothes were all neatly folded on the chair, and the robe from last night was laying on top of them. I slipped into the robe, made a stop at the bathroom, and went down to the kitchen. Sandy had just finished making coffee, she smiled at me, and poured the coffee. We sat at the table, just looking at each other, and she finally said, "Want me to make some breakfast?"

"That would be nice. But, you cooked a wonderful dinner last night, how about if I take you out for breakfast."

"Actually brunch. But, that would be sweet."

Sandy and I became a couple, a real couple. Over the next few months we did many things together, attended each others ball games, dinner on many evenings, movies, walks in the park, and spent many a night together. Our sex life was very diverse. It went from slow, sensual, love making, to very heavy sex.

One Sunday afternoon we were walking through one of the parks in the area, and we stopped to look at a waterfall. She was standing in front of me, I had my arms wrapped around her, and I whispered, "Sandy. You know. I've fallen in love with you."

She didn't react for a few seconds. Then, she turned, and kissed me like she has never kissed me before. After we broke the kiss, she held me in a very tight embrace for a long time. Finally she stepped back a little, and looked at me. I could see where the tears had been running down her cheeks, but she was also smiling. I wiped the tears away, and kissed her again.

She looked at me, and said, "Richard. I love you. I love you so very much." And, we just held each other.

The following Saturday I was sitting in the bleachers watching the girls play ball. Patty was at bat, she smacked a ball over the center fielder's head, and she was going to try to make a triple out of it. As she rounded first base, she let out a scream, and went down in a heap. She laid there holding her left knee, and looked to be in some real pain. The coach ran out to her, and knelt down to check her out. I saw the coach take out his cell phone, and make a call. The umpire talked to the other coach. And, within a few minutes the paramedics were there.

Sandy walked over to me, leaned against the railing, and said, "Patty really did it. Her spikes caught on the bag as she was making the turn, and she may have really torn up her knee."

"That's not good.", I replied.

"I know. Not only is it going to lay her up for months, she's going to miss work, and she's our only second baseman."

"You've got reserve players. Right?"

"We only had one, until she got pregnant. We had problems, getting enough girls from the company to start the team. We've got two pitchers, and no spares anywhere else."

"That's going to hurt."

"We rotate pitchers. So, I guess we could take turns at second."

"But, shouldn't you rest your arm, so you don't get hurt?"

"Yea. But, if we don't do something, we may have to forfeit the last games."

"That would be a shame. You guys are really good. Maybe Patty will only miss one game."

"I doubt it. She said she felt something tear in her knee."

"Ouch!"

"Got to go, and try and finish this game."

"See you later."

After the game, Sandy drove Patty's car to Patty's place, and I followed her. Then we headed to Mitch's, and on the drive Sandy was very quiet. The rest of the team was already there, and in the middle of a heated discussion on how they were going to finish the season.

Everyone felt that they would be really stretched to finish the season. Sandy was still very quiet, and looked to be in deep thought. The coach finally said, "We'll try and find someone in the company to take Patty's place. But, I'm afraid that we won't. If we don't, we'll have to forfeit our final games. If we do find someone, we may not forfeit, but she may not have time to prepare. If any of you know of anyone that would be willing to play second base, please let me know by the end of work on Monday."

There were down trodden looks, deep sighs, and people just shaking their heads. As the coach was getting ready to leave, he said to Sandy, "I was afraid of something like this, being so thin."

"I know Coach. We'll work something out."

Sandy remained quiet the rest of the evening, and as we drove to her place. After we got there, she took a quick shower, I fixed us each a glass of wine, and we sat in silence for a while. Finally I said something that I almost wish I hadn't, "Honey. What are you thinking about?"

"How to solve this problem."

"Is there a way?"

"Maybe."

"Do you know someone that can play second?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

She just looked at me, and grinned.

I guess my eyes got really big, and I finally said, "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking. Are you?"

"I don't know. Am I?"

"You want me to play for the girl's team?"

"You'd do that!? You play that position anyway."

"No, I wouldn't. I'm a guy."

"No kidding."

"There is no way in hell that I could do that."

"Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't."

"You've got to be kidding?"

"No. Do you love me?"

"You know I do. Very much."

"Do I love you?"

"Yes."

"Would I do anything for you?"

"Yes. I think you would."

"You know I would. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"With my life." What did I just say?

Her smile just got bigger.

"Are you willing to try something?", she asked.

"I don't know. What?"

"To see if we can make you look like a passable girl."

My mind when back to something that had happened when I was much younger, and that I hadn't liked. Then for some reason I said, "Uh . . . I'll bet you can't."

"I think I can. With a little help."

"A little help?"

"Oh, one of the other girls."

"They're going to know about this!?"

"Sure. If it's going to work, the whole team will have to know. Even Coach."

"Coach! We work for the same boss. It'll be all over the company. No way."

"Honey. If this works, he won't be telling anyone. He won't want it getting out any more then the rest of us."

I sat there looking at her, and trying to figure out where this idea of hers had come from. It was really strange, and I doubted that she could pull it off. So, I said, "Okay. But, if I look like hell, or a guy in drag, all bets are off."

"Deal." She grinned, and said. "I've got some phone calls to make." And, she was off to the kitchen. I sat there, and tried to figure out what I just gotten myself into.

She walked back into the living room almost an hour later, sat next to me, and said, "Barb will be over around noon tomorrow to help."

"You're serious about this."

"You know it. I don't want to forfeit those games. We may not win, but will give it a fight."

"Do we have to get Barb involved?"

"Sure. We need all the help we can get. Barb is, shall we say, the queen of makeup at the office. And, if anyone can pull it off, she can."

"This isn't good."

"It'll be fine. Lets get to bed. I've got some errands to run early in the morning."

We headed to bed, and Sandy became very amorous when we got there. As we were getting into bed, she said, "You said you trusted me. Didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Does that goes in love making too?"

"You have to ask."

"Good.", she said, as she pushed me down on the bed, and finished with, "Lay back, and enjoy."

She walked over to her chest of drawers, and came back with something. She got into bed, and straddled my chest. The item was a pair of pantyhose, she wrapped them behind the headboard, and tied the legs of the pantyhose to my wrists. With an almost wicked smile, she whispered, "I just want to give you a sample of what I'm going to do to you for that week that you're all mine."

All I can say is, after the first few minutes of her playing, if I could have gotten loose, I would have had my way with her. What she was doing was driving me crazy. When she was finally fully satisfied, she whispered, "That was just a sample. And, I should leave you tied up all night. But, then I couldn't cuddle."

She untied me, and it was my turn to have my way with her.

The following morning, when I woke up, Sandy was already out of bed. I wandered downstairs, and to the kitchen. No Sandy. I found a note on the counter, which said, 'Gone shopping. Back soon. Love you, Sandy'

So, I fixed myself some breakfast, and sat at the table. Just as I was finishing, I heard the garage door open, her car pull in, and the garage door close. I went, and opened the door to the garage, just as she walked up to it with a few packages. She walked in, gave me a quick kiss, set the packages on the table, and gave me another deep kiss.

"Are you ready?", she asked.

"For what?"

"To become a girl."

"Yea. Right."

"Don't think we can do it. Do you?"

"No, I don't."

"Going to renege on the deal?"

"You know better."

"I didn't think you would. We have some things to do before Barb gets here."

"Like what?"

"Well. . . . You have too much body hair."

"What are you getting at?"

"Well. . . . The hair on your arms is fairly fine, but a little dark. Your legs are hairy. And, you have underarm hair."

"And?"

"If it was just the games, it wouldn't be too bad. But, there's the practices."

"So. You all wear regular uniforms. Pants, socks, and shirt."

"Yea. But, we all wear shorts, and tank tops, or t-shirts, to the practices."

"So. You're the only ones there."

"No. There's always a couple of the players from the next team you're playing. Just to see how we play."

"Oh. So, what are you planning?"

"I was thinking of bleaching your arms. And, . . ."

"And?"

"Waxing your legs."

"Waxing. You mean removing the hair?"

"Yea."

"But, people will notice."

"Who'll see your legs? Just me."

"Yea. But, doesn't it hurt?"

"Just a little. At first."

"Isn't it permanent?"

"No, silly. It starts growing back after a little while."

"Why not just shave it, or something?"

"Since you're going to be a girl for a couple of weeks, you'd have to shave every couple of days. Besides, it's prickly when it grows back in."

I stood there, and looked at her. And, she gave me that cute little, come on, it'll be fun, look. I took a deep breath, and said, "All right."

She took my hand, grabbed the bags, and basically pulled me upstairs to the bathroom. When we got there, she said, "Okay. Lose the robe."

I took the robe off, and stood there completely naked. Sandy took a box, which said, 'Hair Bleach' on it, out of the bag.

She read the instructions, and said, "We'll do your arms first."

She carefully washed my arms, then mixed two packages, from the box, together in a cup, and carefully covered my arms with the cream. As she was walking out the door with the bag, she said, "I'm going to set up the wax in the bedroom. You need to stand here, and don't let your arms touch anything. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She was back in about ten minutes, used a cotton ball to wipe off a little of the cream, and said, "We need to give it a few more minutes. I'll be back." And, she walked back out of the bathroom.

Five minutes later she was back, and she carefully washed the cream off of my arms. And, I was amazed. My arm hair was still there, now blond, and almost invisible. She asked, "What do you think?"

"I guess it's all right."

"It looks good. Come on, we need to do your legs."

I followed her to the bedroom. The bed was covered with a sheet, sitting next to the bed was a device that looked like a small deep fryer, and a large stack of cloth strips. I hesitated at the door, but Sandy looked at me, smiled, and said, "Come on. I have this done all the time. It's not that bad. And, you like my Brazilian wax."

I reluctantly walked over to the bed, and sat down. She said, "Just lay down, and we'll do the fronts first."

I did as she asked. I watched as she took some wax from the 'deep fryer', which she said was a wax warmer, and spread it over an area on my left leg. That actually felt good. She then applied a cloth strip over the wax, and carefully rubbed it a couple of time. Then she said, "This may hurt a little. Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes, and felt pain. I'm not sure if I screamed, "Ouch!", or just said it. But, I looked at her, and said, "That hurt."

"It always does the first time. But, it gets easier."

She spread some more wax on my leg, and applied another cloth strip. I closed my eyes again, and felt her pull the strip off. It brought tears to my eyes, but didn't hurt as bad as the first time. She continued to work, and it didn't take her long to finish the front of my legs. She looked at me, and said, "Was it that bad?"

"I guess not. You have this done all the time?"

"Every six or eight weeks. Want a Brazilian wax?"

"No thanks."

Picking up a small pair of scissors, she asked, "Can I trim it up a little?"

"I guess. But, be careful with those."

With a grin, she said, "You better believe I will."

A few minutes later, she said, "All right. Roll over, and we'll do the backs of your legs."

I rolled over, and she went to work. It hurt to start with, but not as bad as the fronts. I wasn't paying attention when she spread some wax on my butt, and remove some hair from there. I turned my head to look at her, and said, "What are you doing?"

"Your butt."

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

I just laid there, and let her finish my butt. I then felt her start to spread some wax on my back, I looked at her again, and said, "Now, what are you doing?"

"Your back."

"Why?"

"Why not finish the job. You don't have much hair back here."

I laid back down, and said, "Oh. Go on."

I couldn't see her, but I could bet she was smiling. She was right. It didn't take her long to do my back. When she was done, she bent down, and whispered, "Want to really finish the job?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your chest."

"You're crazy."

"For you."

I rolled over, put my hands under my head, and said, "Have fun."

She smiled, bent down, and kissed me. Then she reached down, pulled on my underarm hair, and said, "We've got to do these too."

"Why? That'll really hurt."

"Because, in a tank top it'll show. And, you know. It doesn't really hurt as much as you think."

She went to work on my chest. And, again, I'm not the hairiest person in the world, and it didn't take long. She then waxed my underarms, and she was right, it didn't hurt that much. She turned off the wax warmer, and said, "You'll really love this. I get to rub lotion everywhere I waxed."

I stood up, and she started rubbing lotion on my back, working down to my butt, and the backs of my legs. She then did my chest, knelt down, and started down the fronts of my legs. When she was done, she looked up at me, and said, "You must really like this."

"Why?"

"Your friend is telling me that you do."

"Maybe."

Then she did something that she had never done before. And, I was over the edge in no time. She looked up at me, and just smiled.

Later I was able to look at myself in her full length mirror, see my hairless body, with the feminine patch of hair around my friend. Sandy was standing behind me with a big grin on her face. I turned around, and said, "You did that wax job like you do it all the time."

"I kind of do."

"Oh."

"Yea. Patty and I do each other all the time."

"Really."

"Yea."

Not much later the doorbell rang. Sandy said, "That must be Barb." And, she went to answer the door.

Barb was the other pitcher on the team, and one of Sandy's closest friends, after Patty. She was the executive secretary to one of the owners of the company. And, is a very pretty girl, who's makeup and hair, at least at work, was always perfect.

I didn't know what these two had planned, but I knew that I'd find out by the end of the day.

Sandy was back in a minute, and said, "I was right. Barb's here."

I looked at her, and I guess it was with the look of a lamb being led to the slaughter. She said, "Honey. It's going to be fine. If you don't look right, we'll stop."

"What about how I act. I don't know how a girl acts."

"Have you watched most of the girls that play ball."

"Yea."

"How do they act on the field?"

"Almost like the guys do."

"So, just act normal. In fact, you're actually a little less aggressive then most of the girls."

"Oh thanks. I'm a sissy?"

"No. You're just more laid back than most of the girls that play ball. Most have a type A personality. And, you don't." Then, she handed me a pair of panties, saying, "Here, put these on, a robe, and we'll be in the kitchen." And, she walked out of the bedroom.

The panties, were white, soft, and felt like satin. I just looked at them for a couple of seconds, and then slipped them up my legs. They were a snug fit, but comfortable. I got my silk robe, slipped it on, took a deep breath, and walked down to the kitchen.

Barb and Sandy were sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. Barb, just like at work, looked like a million dollars. She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Rich. The girls really think it's nice that you're willing to help out."

"We'll see.", I replied, "It's going to depend."

"On what?"

"On what I end up looking like."

"I think you'll be surprised."

"We'll see."

"Yes we will.", Barb said, as she looked at Sandy with a smile, and a wink.

I just stood there looking at the two of them, shaking my head. And, my mind went back to the time that I was growing up, and what had happened. And, I really didn't know if I could go through with this.

Sandy said, "Shall we get started?"

To which Barb replied, "We'd better. Abbey, Kathy, and Jeanie, are meeting us at the park later."

"Why them, and at the park?", I asked.

"You've got to learn how to hit a fast pitch ball.", Sandy replied.

"Oh."

Sandy and Barb got up, Barb picked up a large case, that I hadn't seen before, and as they were walking toward the steps, Sandy said, "Come on love." I followed them upstairs, and into Sandy's room.

Barb set the case down, started removing things from it, and setting them on Sandy's bed. I had no idea what most of it was, but I did see a couple of wigs.

Barb looked at me, and said, "Drop the robe, and lets see what we have to work with."

I took off the robe, and Barb walked around me taking a close look. She stopped in front of me, and studied my face very closely. Then, turned to Sandy, and said, "There's a possibility that this will work. His bone structure is not too bad. And, I see you've taken care of the body hair. Now, all we have to do is make the face feminine. Lets get a bra on him first. How often do you shave?"

"Only every two or three days. I have a very light beard."

"Good. We won't have to do much to cover it. Just be sure and shave close."

Yep, a type A, take charge, personality. Sandy had this type of personality, but it wasn't as strong as Barbs'. Barb came across like, this is what we're going to do, and were doing it my way. But, I guess you needed to be that way to be an executive secretary.

Sandy walked over, and took something out of one of the bags. She handed it to me. It was a bra. I just looked at it. Sandy shook here head, and said, "Here love, let me help you."

She had me slip my arms through the straps, she walked behind me, and fastened it. She whispered, "It's a seamless padded bra, we'll add some stuffing to it later."

I just looked at her.

"All right Rich, come on over here, sit, and we'll get started.", Barb commanded.

I looked at Sandy with a questioning look, walked over to her dressing table, and sat down. Barb had taken a smaller case out of her bigger case, set it on the dressing table, and opened it. I though that Sandy had a lot of makeup, but this case was full of various bottles, brushes, tubes, and things that I had no idea what they were.

Barb took my chin in her hand, and lifted my face to look at it. Without a word she picked up a pair of tweezers, and went to work on my eyebrows. I started to complain, by saying. "What are . . ."

Barb interrupted me with, "Sh. This would take long." And, she kept working.

I just sat there, and let her work. When she was done, I looked at Sandy. And, Sandy gave me a wide eyed look, that told me that Barb had really done a job. Barb then took something else out of the large case, slipped it over my head, and tucked my hair under it. Then she took three wigs out of the larger case, fluffed them up a bit, and said to Sandy, "I figured that we'd need real hair wigs. So, I brought three. Is she going to be a blond , brown, or red head?"

Sandy looked for a second, and said, "Try the brown."

Barb placed the wig on my head, and adjusted it. Stood back, looked, then looked at Sandy, and said, "Good choice."

Barb then fussed with the wig for a while, again stood back, and looked at it, then said, "That'll work." Then she took a tube, and placed some of its contents under the edge of the wig where it touched my scalp. And, added, "Can't have it coming off."

I looked at Sandy with a look of, what is she doing. Sandy gave me the wide eyed, I'm not sure look, and asked Barb, "What was that you used?"

"Wig glue."

I sat up straight, looked at Barb, and said, "Wig glue!?"

"We can't have the wig coming off while your playing ball. Now can we!"

"How do I get it off.?"

"Don't worry. I've got adhesive remover. Now, sit back, and let me finish."

Over the next few minutes, Barb used various things on me. She put a cream on my face, which I found out was a foundation. Then she used some very light eye makeup, and finishing with lipstick. She stood back, so that Sandy could look, and I saw a smile. I turned, and looked in the dressing table mirror. I saw me. Me looking like a girl. Barb had really done a number on my eyebrows. I turned to Sandy, and said, "It still looks like me."

"Not really love. It looks like you, if you were your sister.", she replied.

"This isn't going to work. And, what about my eyebrows."

"No one will notice. And, it's not going to work if you have that attitude.", Barb replied, "You have to believe that it'll work."

"But . . ."

"No buts. You have to want this to work. Sandy and I both think it will. Don't we?"

"I think it will.", Sandy said, "Give it a chance. Lets see what happens at our little practice."

"Well . . . I guess.", I said, "But, what am I going to wear?"

"Don't worry. I got you some things."

And, Sandy pulled a t-shirt, shorts, and socks, out of one of the bags.

I looked at her, and said, "Will they fit?"

"I think.", she said, "I checked the sizes on your clothes, and got something close in women's sizes. Try them."

As I stood up, Barb pointed to my crotch, and said, "First we'll need to do something about that."

I thought, 'What about that?'

"This should help.", Sandy replied, as she pulled another garment out of a bag, and handed it me. It appeared to be another panty, but smaller. I looked at her, and said, "This won't fit."

"Sure it will. It stretches, but it's tight, and will help control . . . things. Go on in the bathroom, and try it."

I gave her a look of, are you really sure about this? She smiled, and said, "Go on."

I took the panty to the bathroom, and removed the one I was wearing. I took the new panty, looked at it, and pulled on it. Sandy was right, it stretched, but it was a hard pull. I stepped into the new panties, and started to pull them up. It was a struggle. They were tight. I finally did get them up, and they were a little uncomfortable. I had to move things around a bit, but eventually got things so they weren't too bad.

Before I went back to Sandy's room, I spent a long time looking at my face in the bathroom mirror. I was obviously seeing me, but it was really different. Would I really pass? I had some real doubts.

As I walked back into Sandy's bedroom, and the two girls looked at me, and Barb said, "That's much better." Sandy just smiled.

Sandy handed me the t-shirt top, and shorts. They were basically a nondescript girl's t-shirt, and shorts, nothing fancy. I slipped them on, and they fit. Sandy was good at picking sizes. The sox were feminine, with a little bit of pink around the tops.

Barb, looked at me, and said to Sandy, "I think we need to add some padding to that bra. Got any nylons?"

"No. Just pantyhose.", Sandy replied.

"Maybe too much to put one in each cup. Get two pairs, and we'll see."

Sandy found two pairs of pantyhose, walked up to me, lifted my t-shirt, and stuffed one pair in each cup. She pulled the t-shirt back down, and stepped back with Barb. They both looked at me, and, Barb said, "That will do for now."

I thought, 'For now?' Then I said, "What about shoes?"

Sandy, handing me my running shoes, said, "Your running shoes are basically nondescript. So, you can wear those. And, as far as baseball shoes go, ours are just like yours, so you can wear your own."

I sat down, put on my running shoes, and stood up. I got the once over from Barb, and she said, "This should work. You look good. Now, all you have to do is act like a girl softball player."

"That shouldn't too hard.", Sandy said, "He plays ball, and has been to a lot of our games. Besides, he's a quick study, and with a little coaching he should be fine."

"We'd better get going. The others will be waiting."

I looked at Sandy, when I realized that I was going outside. She smiled, and said, "Rich, it'll be all right. You look good. And, we're all here for you, and want this to work for the team."

"We'll take my car.", Barb said.

We went out through the garage. I got my shoes, and baseball glove out of my car. And, I hesitated as I was about to walk out of the garage. Sandy took my arm, and whispered, "Relax. I'll make this worth all the trouble when we get back."

Again, a high end car. Barbs' car was a new, black, four door, BMW. What's with these girls, and their cars? The car even smelled new. Barb and Sandy sat in front. The new girl, me, sat in the back.

As we pulled into the parking lot at the park, Kathy, Jeanie, and Abbey, were waiting for us. As we got out of the car, again it took a little coaxing from Sandy to get me out in the open, the three girls looked me over. And, Jeanie said, "I can't believe he went through with it."

A little about these three girls. Kathy and Jeanie are twins. Kathy plays first base, and Jeanie left field. Both are tall, a little taller than I am. Both are pretty. Kathy works with Sandy in the computer department, and Jeanie works in the accounting department. Abbey, is the catcher, and does a lot of field work for the company. And, I think she has more testosterone flowing in her body then I do. But, she's very nice. She's short, built like a fireplug, and always jokes that it's impossible to knock her over at home plate, because 'Weebles wobble, but don't fall down.'

We all sat on the bench, and put our baseball shoes on. Abbey sat on my left, and said to me, "This is really great of you. I was really afraid that we were going to have to forfeit these last games."

"I just hope that I can pull it off. If anyone finds out, I'm in deep trouble."

"No one will find out. And, the whole team is behind you."

"Thanks. That helps."

We went out on the field, and Sandy warmed up with Abbey. The rest of us tossed a ball around. These girls threw like guys. After Sandy was warmed up, I went up to the plate, Barb, Kathy, and Jeanie went out in the field to catch what I might hit.

I couldn't believe how fast, and accurately, Sandy could put those balls across the plate. I stood there for a number of pitches, before I took my first swing, and missed. I swung at the next five pitches, also missing. But, I connected with the next one, but it went foul. And, they made me chase after the ball.

Again, a few swings and misses, before I was actually able to connect, and hit one right to Beth. Sandy yelled at me, "That's better." It finally got to the point that I could hit a few of her pitches, but most didn't go too far. Until the one that I put over the fence. They also made me get this one. As I came back to the plate the five girls were gathered around, and Abby said, "Now that you can hit Sandy's slow pitches, she can start pitching normally."

I looked at Sandy, and said, "Those were slow?"

She just smiled. And, I shook my head.

We had been practicing for about an hour, and Barb decided that this was enough for my first time. So, we walked over to the bench to change shoes. Barb and Sandy hung back, were talking, and looking at me.

On the way back to Sandy's, Barb asked, "So, how was it being a girl for a day?"

"All right. I kind of forgot about it once we were at it for a while. But, this hair kept getting in my face."

"A pony tail will solve that."

Barb dropped us off at Sandy's condo, and said, "See you at work."

Then it hit me. Work, and my eyebrows look as good as Sandy's do. As we walked into the condo, Sandy turned, kissed me, then said, "Thanks for doing this. You're wonderful."

"I just hope that it works."

"It will sweetheart."

"I'm going to go change."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Might as well stay that way until we go to bed."

"You want me to stay as a girl until then?"

"Sure. The more you wear the clothes, and look the look, the easier it will be for the game."

"I guess."

"Good. I'll make supper."

 

As we were eating, Sandy was looking at her plate, and said, "Move in with me?"

My startled reply was, "Huh?"

"Move in with me?"

"You really want me to do that?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I'd love to move in with you."

She looked up at me, and just grinned.

Later, as we were sitting on the couch, she said, "There's a couple more things that we need to do."

"A couple more things?"

"We can't call you Rich. Can we?"

"I guess not."

"Any ideas what we should call you?"

"Not really."

"I've got to think on this one."

"That was one, what's the other?"

"Actually two others."

"Two?"

"Barb and I watched you on the field, and not bad. Most of the girls throw and run like guys, so you fit in. But . . . "

"But. What?"

"When you move, your breasts don't."

"So."

"It looks strange."

"And?"

"We need to add some weight to them."

"How?"

"Forms."

"Forms?"

"Breast forms. They're made out of silicone, and look like real ones."

"Really?"

"Yea. It will add to your look."

"Okay. . . . And, the other?"

"Your arm hair."

"What about my arm hair?"

"I thought that the bleaching would work, but it's still too noticeable."

"So, you're saying what?"

"We need to wax your arms, and get a pair of breast forms."

"I guess I don't have a problem with the forms. But, I'm going to have enough problems with the eyebrows. Barb went overboard."

"I know. I didn't think she was going to do that much. But, I'll bet no one notices. Your glasses will help."

"I don't know. I'm going to have to sleep on this."

"Speaking of sleeping. I owe you something."

She got up, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. That night we did things that we'd never done before. And, as we were finally falling asleep, she cuddled with me, and whispered, "I could get use to this."

"What. Sleeping with me?"

"No. I'm already use to that, and love it. Your smooth, hairless, body."

I rolled over, kissed her, and said, "Only until it grows back."

She scowled at me.

She was right, Monday at work, no strange looks, no comments. The only things were smiles from members of the team that knew. That night we were back at her place waxing my arms.

Tuesday there was a full team practice after work, and Sandy and I took half a day of vacation to get me ready. Barb had left everything that she had used on me at Sandy's. So, it wouldn't take Sandy long to make me look like a girl again. And, it didn't. An hour after we had arrived at Sandy's, I was looking like a girl again. With two additions, Barb had given Sandy a set of breast forms, and they were in my bra. Sandy had also put my wig into a pony tail.

When we arrived at the field, I sat in the car, and looked at the rest of the team. They were gathered around Coach, the only one on the team, so far, that didn't know who I was. Sandy had told him that they found someone to play second, and it would be a surprise. What a surprise.

I looked over at Sandy, she smiled at me, and I asked, "Ever dream up a name for me?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Tammie."

"Tammie. Where did that come from?"

"My closest friend in high school."

"Are you going to tell Coach who I really am?"

"After the practice. We want to see if he picks up on it himself."

"You really think this is going to work?"

"If we can fool Coach, yes. Come on."

I slowly got out of the car, and we walked over to the group. It was interesting. The group of girls greeted Sandy and I just the same, as two girls. And, they all knew my new name, Tammie. Sandy introduced me to Coach as Tammie Riley, he looked at me, and just nodded. Luckily I didn't have to say anything. The girls presented me with a team cap, and Sandy helped me pull the pony tail through the hole in the back of the cap.

Practice is a little tough when there is only one extra player, but Coach hit balls to us, we took turns running bases, and at bat. We all took our turn trying to hit Sandy's and Barb's pitching, some of the girls did, some, including me, didn't. And, Sandy, and Barb, were right, the breast forms moved as I did, and took some getting use to.

As we were taking a break, Sandy whispered to me, "Don't look around. But, did you see the four girls sitting together in the stands."

"Not really."

"Well, they're from the team we're playing on Friday. Barb, Abbey, and Kathy, scouted their team out last night."

We practiced for about another hour and a half, and by the time we were done, the four girls in the stands were gone. We were standing around listing to Coach go over our strengths and weaknesses. As he was finishing, he said, "I'm glad that Tammie could join us. At least we won't have to forfeit the games."

"Coach?", Sandy said.

I thought, 'Here it comes.'

"Yes Sandy?", Coach replied.

"Do you think you've seen Tammie before?"

He looked at me, and said, "She does look a little familiar. I've probably seen her around the office."

"You have. You work in the same department."

"No. I know everyone in the department."

"Look again."

He looked at me. And, I guess I had a nervous smile.

"Rich.", Coach said, "Rich Timmons?"

I just nodded yes. And, he sat down very hard on the dugout bench.

"Who talked you into this?", Coach asked.

I just looked at Sandy.

"I should have guessed.", Coach continued, "I couldn't think of another girl in the company that played fast pitch softball. And, she found someone that knew how to play second. It was just too easy."

"Coach. Can we do this?", Sandy asked.

"I don't know. If anyone ever finds out."

"It's only a fun league. And, we're having fun. Even Rich, I mean Tammie. Aren't we girls?"

That brought a bunch of smiles, and some giggles from the team. I just shook my head.

"Some of these teams take this very seriously.", Coach said, "I take it all of you are a part of this?"

That got a bunch of yeses, and some nods.

Then Coach looked at me, and said, "Rich, you know, if this ever gets out, there will be no end to it."

"I know Coach.", I said, "Sandy and Barb said that we could make it work."

"They really conned you. Didn't they?"

"Yea. In a way. I just hated to see the team have to forfeit the games. Sandy just talked me into it."

"Well. I'm leery of this. But, the whole team appears behind it. And, watching you, I had no idea. Just don't talk to anyone. And, keep your fingers crossed."

"So, Coach, you'll go along with this?", Sandy asked.

Coach thought for a minute, and said, "It's against my better judgement. . . . But, yes."

This brought a bunch of cheers from all the girls. And, Coach just shook his head.

On the way to Sandy's place, I could tell she was happy with what had happened. She had a very big smile on her face, and said, "Did you see Coach's face when he figured out who you were?"

"Yea. I thought he was going to have a stroke."

"He had no idea until we told him."

"You're really having fun with this. Aren't you?"

"You bet love."

"You're nuts."

She just smiled.

On Wednesday morning when I saw Coach in the office, he looked at me, and said, "You know Rich, you're crazy. I do understand why you're doing it. Sandy is a sweet girl. But, just watch your step, and don't let anyone find out."

"Coach. Believe me. I don't want anyone finding out. I'd probably have to find a new job."

Wednesday evening we started moving my things, and there wasn't much to move, into Sandy's condo. I only needed a little closet space, and one drawer in her chest of drawers. When I started to put my things in the chest of drawers, there were also some girl things in my drawer. I looked at her a little questioningly, and she said, "Well, they are yours."

"Only for the next week or two."

Then as I was hanging my things in the walk-in closet, there were things hanging in the spot we had cleared. I looked at her, and said, "I know. They're mine."

She just smiled.

Then it hit me. I had thought that she had only purchased a few things, a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, a pair of socks, a couple pairs of panties, and a bra. But, there were now a number of items. At least a half dozen panties, two bras, a half dozen pairs of sox, three pairs of shorts, and three tops. I looked at her, and asked, "Ah . . . Why so much stuff?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"You just can't wear the same thing every day."

"I'm not wearing it every day."

On Thursday evening, we finished moving my things into her condo. Luckily my apartment was furnished, so I didn't have any furniture to move. But, my record collection, and stereo, was a different story. Yes, vinyl, not CD's.

Friday was the big day, a full fledged game. Sandy and I again took a half day off from work, to get me ready for the game. She checked my body for hair growth, and nothing yet. So, it was the tight panties, a bra, and the forms, to start with.

Sandy then carefully placed the wig on my head, and glued it in place. After the glue had set, she carefully brushed it, and ended up putting it in a pony tail. Then it was just some light makeup, and she taught me how to apply lipstick.

Sandy then walked into the closet, and came back with a bag. She handed it to me, and I asked, "What's this?"

"Look."

I opened the bag, and in it was a baseball uniform. Long sox, pants, and a shirt. I took them out, and looked at them. Sandy just stood there, and smiled. The shirt had a "26" on the back, with the name "T. Riley" above it. I looked at her, smiled, and quipped, "I guess it's official, I'm a girl baseball player."

"You're funny."

I put the uniform on, and noticed that the shirt was cut for a girl. I guess it needed to be.

I walked over to the mirror on her closet door, and looked at myself. And, I did look a little like my one sister, except she was a blond. Well, a bottle blond.

We drove over to the park, and most of the team was already there. There were the usual greetings, with an occasional, "Tammie you look really good." I guess they were trying to keep my moral up. Patty was also there on crutches, wearing a heavy leg brace, she gave me a hug, and whispered, "Rich, you are the greatest."

The other team was on the field warming up, and for some reason they looked bigger than life. Sandy caught the look on my face, and said, "Don't worry love. They're only girls." I looked at her, and smiled a little.

We had our turn on the field to warm up, then the game started. We were the home team, so we took the field first. Sandy was pitching, so it was three up, and three down. The same thing happened to us, three up, and three down. In the second inning, they got a hit off of Sandy, that the girl turned into a double, and that's all they did.

On our next turn at bat, Barb was up first, and flied out to the center fielder. I was batting fifth, so I batted behind Barb. I some how connected with a pitch, and put it between the first and second basemen, and I made it to first base. Sandy was batting sixth, she hit a sacrifice fly, and I was able to make it to second.

Their second baseman was really talking trash to me, trying to get me to react to her taunts. I'd had this happen during other games, and knew to just ignore her. The next batter was Abbey. She unfortunately struck out, stranding me at second.

The game went like this until the fifth inning, when one of their girls got a home run off of Sandy. These games last seven innings, and after the other teams at bat in the seventh, the score was still one to nothing, them. That meant that we had to score at least one run to tie the game, and go into extra innings, or two runs to win the game.

We didn't score, and it wasn't for lack of trying. As we gathered in the dugout afterwards, Sandy was very quiet, as were most of the girls. I walked up to Sandy, put my arm around her, and whispered, "Lover. You gave it your best. And, at least it wasn't a forfeit."

"I know.", Sandy replied, "But, I really hate to lose."

We headed back to Sandy's to clean up, and then meet everyone else at Mitch's. Sandy was in the shower first. There wasn't room for two. I undressed, and waited for her to help me remove my wig, and makeup.

When she came out of the shower, she said, "All yours."

"Help me get the wig and makeup off?"

"Yes, and no."

"Yes, and no?"

"Yes to the makeup, and no to the wig."

"No to the wig. Why?"

"I want you to go as Tammie."

"No way."

"Lover. Tammie's cute. And, she played a good game. She needs to go out with the girls."

"I said that I'd do this for the games. Nothing more."

"Love. Remember our bet?"

"Yea."

With a sly grin, Sandy said, "This is the first of my winnings."

"I thought it was for a week?"

"It is. But, can't I collect a little bit at a time?"

 

With a grimace, I said, "I guess."

Sandy helped me take off my makeup, I took my shower, and when I came out, Sandy smiled, and said, "Come on girlfriend, lets get your hair fixed, and some makeup on you."

A while later, we were walking into Mitch's. A few of the girls, and Coach, were already there. And, Abbey was the first to see us, she stopped talking in mid-sentence, stared, and smiled. Everyone else looked in the direction she was looking, and everyone but Coach started smiling. Coach just shook his head.

We walked over to the table, and sat with the group. Everyone was really looking me over, and smiling. Barb finally said, "Like being a girl. Don't you Tammie?"

"It's part of our bet.", I replied.

"Yea. But, Tammie does look good."

I just frowned at her.

Coach, still shaking his head, said, "Timmons. I don't know about you."

"It's Tammie right now Coach.", Sandy said.

"Yea. Whatever. Tammie. I sure hope I don't let this slip at work."

"Me too.", I said.

We spent about two hours at Mitch's, and then Sandy wanted to go home. But, Sandy took a little detour, and stopped at a very pretty spot. She parked the car, turned to me, and said, "Rich. I'm so proud of you for going through with this. I really didn't think you would. But, you proved me wrong."

"You know why I did this. Don't you?", I said.

"Why?"

"Because I love you. And, it made you happy."

She reached over, and kissed me. Leaned back, and said, "You do make me happy. Very happy. I'm so glad your PC crashed."

"Me too."

We just sat there for a long time, looking at each other. She reached over, pulled me to her, and kissed me again. A long, deep, kiss. She sat back, and said, "I wish we'd taken your car."

"Why?", I asked.

"I want you. I want you right now."

I smiled at her. And, her look, was a look of lust. She started the car, and we headed home. And, it wasn't a slow ride. We pulled into the garage, and went into the kitchen. She started attacking me right there. I lost my blouse in the kitchen, and my shorts just before we headed upstairs.

As we laid next to each other after our heaviest love making session since we met, I smiled at Sandy. And, she said, "You know that cute little smile turns me on so much."

"Whose smile?", I asked, "Rich's or Tammie's?"

"Either one."

"So, you love me as a guy or a girl?"

"Lover. I love who you are. If you're a guy, I love you. If you're a girl, I love you."

"That so?"

"Very much so. I just love having you around. In fact, will you marry me?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me."

"But, shouldn't I be asking you?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not."

"Well . . . ?"

"Yes. But, only if you'll marry me?"

"Silly. Of course I will."

We kissed deep and hard. When we broke the kiss, she sat back a little, and I smiled at her. She got a little smile, and said, "There's that smile again." And, she seduced me again.

When we finally fell asleep, I still had the wig on, and some of my makeup.

When I woke up on Saturday, Sandy was cuddled up to me. Did I remember hearing her correctly last night, did she ask me to marry her? Did I say yes? I shook out the cob webs, and answered my own questions. She had asked me, and I'd said yes. I worked my way out of bed, trying not to wake her, grabbed a robe, and headed to the bathroom. We hadn't known each other that long, but I guess these things happen.

I looked at my self in the mirror, and saw Tammie in me. I still had the wig on, a little bit messed up, but it was still attached. And, I still had some makeup on. I found Sandy's makeup remover, and remembering what she had showed me, removed my makeup. I looked through her makeup on the bathroom counter for the glue remover, so I could remove the wig. Then I remembered that it was on her dressing table, and I didn't want to wake her, so I was stuck with the wig until she got up.

Resolved to wearing the wig, at least until Sandy got up, I brushed it out a little. I amazed myself, as to how well I looked with just the wig on. I looked just like a girl, a flat chested girl, but a girl.

I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my second cup of coffee, when Sandy came down. She looked at me, and said, "Well, good morning Tammie."

"Good morning sleepy head.", I quipped back.

"You really like the wig don't you?"

"I couldn't get to the glue remover without waking you up, so I just left it on."

"But, you brushed it out so nice."

"Yea. I figured that it might as well look good."

She smiled, and added, "Did I ask you, what I think I asked you last night?"

"To marry you. Yes you did."

"And, you said yes?"

"Yes."

"Did you mean it?"

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"And, so did I."

 

She ran over to me, sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long kiss. When we broke the kiss, I said, "We have to go some place today."

"Where?"

"You need a ring on your finger."

"You do mean it! Don't you?"

"Of course I do."

Again, another long, deep, kiss.

Later that afternoon, we were at a high end jewelers. I'm glad I was driving, as she couldn't take her eyes off the ring. We went to a very nice restaurant for dinner. And, I was surprised that Sandy ate, as she kept looking at the ring.

As we were walking back to the car, Sandy asked, "Can we go some place special."

"Sure.", I replied, "Where?"

"Remember the spot from yesterday?"

"Sure."

Half an hour later we were walking down a path, and we came to an overlook. There was a bench there, and we sat. Sandy looked at me, and said, "I know I'm being silly, and you've given me a ring. But, could you make it official."

Being a little silly myself, I said, "My lady. Your wish, is my command."

I got off the bench, knelt on one knee, took her hand in mine, and asked, "Sandy Freeman, will you marry me?"

"Yes. A thousand times yes."

I got up, sat next to her, and we kissed for a long time. As we were leaving, she said, "Can we go tell someone special?"

"Who. Patty?"

"How did you know?"

"She's your best friend. Isn't she?"

As we drove toward Patty's, Sandy took out her cell phone, and called Patty. "Hi Patty. Sandy." . . . "Doing great. Rich and I are out for a ride, thought we'd stop by, and say hi." . . . "Sure. I've got your spare key, so we'll just let ourselves in." . . . "Okay. See you in about fifteen. Bye."

I glanced over at her, and said, "I figured that you'd tell her on the phone."

"No way. In fact, I'm not going to tell her. I want to see how long it takes her to see the ring."

We let ourselves into Patty's apartment, and found her in the livingroom. She had drinks for us, we sat, and talked for a while. I could tell that Sandy was busting a gut, and Patty hadn't noticed, or if she had she hadn't said anything.

Finally Sandy couldn't hold it in any longer, and said, "Notice anything new?"

Patty looked her over, and with a big grin, said, "Nothing except the big ring on your finger."

"You brat."

"Sorry.", Patty said with a grin, "I noticed it as soon as you walked in. Come here, I want to give you a big hug."

Sandy got up walked over to Patty, and they hugged. I saw Patty whisper something to Sandy, Sandy looked at me, and whispered something back. I looked at the two of them a little questioningly.

When Sandy came back over and sat down next to me, I said, "Okay. What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing.", Sandy replied.

"Keeping secrets from your future husband. Not a good thing."

"All right. Patty was just wondering who was going to be the bride."

I looked at Patty, and Patty said, "You would make a pretty bride."

"Oh, thanks."

"I meant it as a compliment."

"I know."

Sunday, Sandy and I made the necessary calls to our families. Everyone was very happy when we told them, but it appeared that my sisters were the ones that were the most excited. Of course everyone wanted to meet everyone else, and we promised that we'd set something up as soon as we could.

On Monday morning, the whole office was buzzing with the news of our engagement. And, Coach found me in my office. He sat on the edge of my desk, and said, "Timmons, that girl really did trap you. Didn't she?"

I looked at him, he was grinning, and I said, "She's my kind of trap."

"Congratulations kid. She's really a great girl."

"Thanks Coach. I think so too."

Coach whispered, "The last game's on Saturday. Still going to do it?"

"I promised Sandy."

"Kid. You scare me."

"It's the last time."

"Not going to the banquet?"

"Banquet?"

"Yea. We always have a banquet after the last game."

"Oh! My other team never has one."

"The girls like it.", Coach said with a big grin, "And, since you're one of the girls, I just thought . . . "

"Oh. Thanks!"

That week was an almost typical week for Sandy and I. The biggest difference was everyone was congratulating us on our engagement.

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