Take Me Out To The Old Ball Game

by Teddie S

Part 2

 

The last game of the season was Saturday at one. So, right after breakfast on Saturday morning, Sandy started turning me back into Tammie. Again, a bra, the forms, panties, and the wig done into a pony tail. She added a little light makeup, sat back, and smiled.

I said, "What?"

"You're just so cute."

"Cute. I'm cute?"

"Yea. You look so feminine sitting there in a bra and panties. Your hair in a pony tail. And, a little makeup."

"So, I look like a girl?"

"You sure do."

"Great."

"Be careful at the game."

"Why?"

"Three of the girls on the other team are lesbians, and aren't afraid to let anyone know they are."

"So?"

"Being the new girl, they may hit on you."

"Hit on me?"

"Yep."

"And, just how do I handle that?"

"The best way is to ignore them."

About an hour before the game was to start, we were pulling into the ball park. And, as we were walking to the field, Sandy said, "See those two girls standing by the dugout?"

I turned, looked, and said, "Yea."

"They're two of the girls I was telling you about. And, you're getting the once over."

"So, I just ignore them. Right?"

"Yea. That should work."

"Will this work?" I grabbed Sandy, and kissed her. She didn't resist, and kissed me back.

"You are so bad."

"Well. Will it work?"

"Yea. To let them know you like girls."

"And, maybe that I'm taken?"

"Maybe? Girlfriend, you're all mine."

"Girlfriend! Now who's being bad."

This game was a little different then the last one. First, we were the visiting team, so batted first. And, by the start of the seventh inning, the score was nothing to nothing. I was batting third this inning, and both Jeanie and Abbey had batted in front of me, and had gotten on base. On her third pitch to me their pitcher got a little wild, and hit me. So, I got a free trip to first base, Jeanie went to third, and Abbey to second. Sandy was up next, hit a ball into the outfield, and it scored Jeanie and Abbey. So, at the end of our part of the inning, the score was two to nothing us. All we had to do was keep them from scoring more then one run, and we would win.

Patty had pitched the first six innings, but Coach put her on second, and put Sandy in to pitch. Sandy threw nine perfect pitches, three batters up, and three batters down. We had won our last game.

As we were doing our obligatory hand shakes with the members of the other team, their pitcher, patted me on the butt, and said, "Hope I didn't hurt you honey."

I just smiled at her, and shook my head no.

As usual we were going to meet everyone at Mitch's later in the evening, so we headed home to clean up. After we had walked in the door, Sandy turned to me, and said, "So, you like girls?"

"Yea, I love girls."

"But, it's not natural for a girl to love a girl."

"But, I'm not . . . "

Sandy didn't let me finish, she grabbed me, and kissed me. When we broke the kiss, she said, "I know, you're not a girl. But, you're still my girl. And, I love my girl. And, I love what she did for the team."

"So, you love me as a girl?"

"I love you any way I can get you."

We got cleaned up, and spent the evening at Mitch's, with the rest of the team, celebrating our win. It was kind of interesting, everyone, even Coach, treated me as a girl. On the way home, I asked Sandy, "So, when's the banquet?"

"Ah . . . The banquet?"

"Yea. The banquet."

"Next Saturday night."

"When were you going to tell me about it?"

"Now. I guess."

"And?"

"It's nothing big. We just get together at a nice restaurant that has a small private room, and have a nice dinner."

"And, I guess I'm supposed to go?"

"I'd like you to."

"Mmmm. Part of the bet?"

"No. Only if you want to go."

"And, you'd be mad if I didn't go?"

"No. Not mad, just disappointed."

"I guess I could go."

Sandy sat up in her seat, looked at me, smiled, and said, "Thanks lover."

After we got home, and ready for bed, Sandy took over. She had me tied to the bed, and took great pleasure in tormenting me. When she finally untied me, the sex was fantastic.

Early on Sunday afternoon, she looked at me, and said, "You know. We have to find something for you to wear to the banquet."

"I thought I'd just wear my baseball uniform."

She just scowled at me.

Then I asked, "So, what are you saying?"

"We like to dress up for this."

"Dress up. Like what?"

"Oh. A nice dress, heels, and our hair done nicely."

"A dress, and heels?"

"Yea."

"I don't know."

"You promised to go."

"I know. But, I've seen your heels, and I'd break my neck if I tried to walk in them."

Coyly, she said, "We could get you a pair today, and you'd have all week to practice."

"Get me a pair of heels?"

"It could be fun."

"Fun? I'd probably have to go shopping as Tammie."

"It would be easier."

"I guess I did promise. . . . Oh, all right."

Two hours later we were pulling into the mall. Both of us dressed in shorts, nice tops, and running shoes. Sandy had styled my wig very nicely. But, I sort of felt naked. No makeup, except for lipstick. And, I was nervous going into the mall with so many people around.

As we walked into the mall, Sandy said, "Relax. You'll fit in with everyone else."

And, you know. She was right. No looks, except little glances from some of the guys.

We walked through the mall, and into a self service shoe store. We started looking at shoes. Lots of shoes. Sandy was looking at some that appeared to have four inch heels, and I said, "Can't we go a little shorter?"

"These will make your legs look really nice. But, I guess for your first pair we should go shorter."

"My first pair?"

Ignoring my question, Sandy said, "Oh. Look at these.", as she picked up a pair of black open toed sandals that had about six straps, with rhinestones, over the instep, "They are so cute, and with a shorter heel."

She was right. They were cute. But, they'd be cute on her, not me. And, the heal might not have been four inches, but it wasn't much shorter. She started looking through the boxes trying to find a size that might fit, and found something. Handing me the box, she said, "Here try these."

I reluctantly took the box, and found a chair. I took one of the shoes, and slipped it on. It was too small, and I said so. Sandy handed me another box, and said, "All right, try theses."

I took a shoe out of the new box, slipped it on, and to my chagrin, it fit. I went to take it off, but Sandy stopped me with, "No. Try on the other one."

I slipped the other one on, and it also fit. I looked at Sandy, she was smiling, and said, "Stand up, and see how they feel."

I looked at her, and tried to get up. The height of the heels threw my balance off, and I almost fell. But, Sandy caught my arm, and steadied me.

"I'm really going to break my neck on these.", I whispered to her.

"Love. They're you. You'll get use to them."

"Yea right."

She looked at my feet, and got a little smile. The smile stayed on her face as we paid for the shoes, seventy-five dollars, and walked back out into the mall. And, instead of heading back to the car, we walked deeper into the mall, window shopping. She would stop at the various stores that sold dresses, look in the window, and comment about various dresses. Most of these places had very fancy dresses. I commented, "Aren't these too fancy for a little informal banquet."

"Some are. But, we do like to dress up."

We continued to walk until we were in front of a salon. A salon that did nails. Sandy looked at me, and said, "I looked at your feet when you were trying on the shoes, and you need a pedicure."

"A what?"

"A pedicure. You know, your toe nails."

"You are kidding."

"No love. The shoes are open toed, and your feet need to look nice too."

"This is getting to be a bit much."

"Love. It won't be bad. You might even like it."

Sandy was right again. The attention the girl paid to my feet was very relaxing, and when she was done, I had, what Sandy told me was, a French pedicure. And, my feet actually felt, and looked, very nice.

As we were walking back toward the end of the mall where the car was parked, Sandy asked, "What to get your dress today?"

"My dress?"

"Sure. It'll be yours. It won't fit me."

I stopped, looked at her, and said, "If I didn't love you so much. . . . What did you have in mind?"

She just grinned, took my arm, and said, "I saw a few things." And, she led me a very upscale woman's store. We stopped in front of the store, and she pointed to a dress. I'm not good at describing clothes, but Sandy called it a halter dress with a handkerchief hem. It was a little low cut for my tastes. But, Sandy said it was perfect. And, it was black.

We went into the store, and started looking for the dress on the racks. Sandy finally asked one of the clerks for help, and we were soon searching a rack for something that might be my size. Sandy found something that she thought might fit. In our looking, she had also found a couple of other dresses that she though might look nice and we took them all into a changing room. I was a little unsure of going into a ladies changing room, but Sandy just took my hand, and pulled me in. I slipped out of my shorts and top, and started trying on dresses. A half dozen dresses.

Sandy had saved the halter dress to last. I slipped it on, she adjusted the halter straps, and zipped the dress up the back. Sandy had almost gotten the correct size, but it was a little too tight.

Sandy stood back, looked me over, and as she was walking out of the changing room, said, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

I looked at her, and thought, 'And, just where would I go.'

She was gone longer then I though was necessary to find the next size larger dress. And, when she walked back in, she wasn't carrying another dress, but something else. As she set it down, she said, "That's the largest size they have in that dress, and it looks so cute."

"I guess we'll have to look for something else?"

"Maybe not."

I just looked at her, and she added, "I found something that may help."

My look turned to one of a little apprehension, as Sandy unzipped the dress. She walked over to what she had brought in, and said, "Here slip into this."

"What is it?"

"A body briefer. A very controlling one. It might be a little tight, but it will help the dress fit correctly."

I looked at it, then at Sandy with a puzzled look on my face.

"Oh here.", she said, "Let me help you."

She took the briefer, and undid the side zipper. Then handed it back to me, saying, "Take off your bra, and step into it. Pull it up as far as you can, and I'll do the zipper."

I removed my bra, set the forms aside, and stepped into the briefer. It was a tug, getting the briefer up to where it was supposed to be, and it was tight around my hips. Not to mention somewhere else. Sandy helped me adjust it, and then helped me pull the top up to where it should be. I didn't see any straps, and asked, "What holds this up?"

Sandy replied, "It's what they call a convertible. You can wear it strapless, with regular straps, or with crossed straps. I though we'd try it strapless first, and if that doesn't work, then we'll try the crossed straps."

"What holds it up when it's strapless?"

"The tightness, and your boobs."

"But, I don't have any boobs."

"I know, but I want to see if it will work strapless with this dress. It would look better. Now, take a deep breath and hold it, and I'll do the hooks and zipper."

I took in a deep breath, and felt Sandy working at the side of the briefer. Just as I was about to let out my breath, I felt Sandy pull up the zipper, and she said, "All right. You can breathe."

I let out my breath, and talk about tight. I looked at Sandy, and said, "It's too tight, I can't breathe."

"Relax. Take slow, easy, breaths. You'll get use to it."

"No way. It's too tight."

"Love. Relax. Breathe from your chest."

I started to relax a bit, but this thing was tight. Sandy first slipped the forms into the bra part of the briefer, then she helped me back into the dress, and I was looking into a full length mirror as she zipped it up. She was looking at the same reflection I was, and I could see her face. She smiled.

"This looks so good on you.", she said, "Lets put the shoes on, and see the whole effect."

I was starting to feel her excitement. Why?

She took the shoes, put them on the floor, and helped me balance as I slipped them on. We looked in the mirror again, and she was right, as usual, the look was really good.

As we were driving home, Sandy said, "If you practice in the shoes every day, by Saturday you should be a natural."

"Yea. A natural klutz."

"It won't be as bad as you think. And, I think you need to wear the briefer too."

"Why?"

"It was tight. Right?"

"You know it."

"Well, the more you wear it. The easier it'll be."

I just looked at her, and shook my head.

On Monday, I started practicing in the heels. It was somewhat hard to start with. I kept close to something that I could grab if I started to have problems, and I did. But, by Thursday I was fairly comfortable in them. The only stumbling block was going down stairs.

The briefer was another story. Sandy would help me into it, and it would become uncomfortable very quickly. And, I wasn't sure if I could spend a few hours in it on Saturday, or not. But, I was going to give it my best.

Friday night we had another bad thunder storm roll through after we'd gone to bed, and as she always did at the first clap of thunder, Sandy would cuddle very close to me. And, as I always did, I rolled over to look at her, kiss her on the forehead, and told her everything would be fine. With every clap of thunder she would hold me tighter.

As the storm moved off, she whispered, "I'm sorry that I'm such a baby. But, I'm glad you're here. I use to go down stairs, and sit in the livingroom during storms. And, I'd never be able to get back to sleep. But, now I can get back to sleep."

"It's all right to be frightened."

"I bet nothing scares you."

"There are a few things."

"Like what?"

"I don't like very high places."

"That's interesting."

We both fell back asleep, and didn't wake up until late Saturday morning. Sandy had an appointment at her beauty shop, at noon, to have her hair done, and she tried to talk me into going with her. I declined. But, she did take my wig with her.

When she came back, her hair was fabulous, and her nails were very pretty. And, she wouldn't let me touch her hair. She was also carrying a tall box, and I asked, "What's in the box?"

"Your wig."

"Can I see?"

"Not till we get dressed."

Late that afternoon we started getting ready. Sandy had gotten as far as her underwear, and makeup before she started on me. First came the troublesome body briefer, and it was still very tight, but I was getting somewhat use to it. We decided to go with the crossed straps to hold everything in place, as the strapless way allowed the breast forms to move around too much.

Then she went to work on my makeup, starting with the wig cap. She looked closely at my face, and said, "Do you mind if I clean up your eyebrows a little?"

"I guess. Just don't go overboard."

She fussed around for a few minutes, plucking a hair here, and a hair there. Then sat back, and looked at them. Nodded her approval, and went to work on the rest of my makeup. I had watched her do hers, and she spent a lot more time on mine than she had on hers. And, more time than she had getting me ready for the games. So, I asked, "Why so much makeup?"

"We're going for a very nice nighttime look. And, you want to look nice."

When she was done with the makeup, she took the wig out of the box, it was on a foam head, and I was stunned as to how pretty it look. Instead of straight, there were a lot of curls to it. She carefully placed it on my head, and used the glue to hold it in place. As she was waiting for the glue to set, she went to work on my finger nails.

Sandy said, "We should have gotten you a manicure, when we got you the pedicure."

A little sarcastically, I said, "That would have looked good at work."

"I know. That's why I didn't suggest it. I figured that I could do a good job."

She took out a box, that had fake nails in it, and started matching them to my nails. When she was satisfied that she had a set of ten that would work, she started on my nails. She used some sort of stick to work on my cuticles, then something to roughen up my nails. She picked up a bottle that said 'Nail Glue' on it, and preceded to glue each of the fake nails over mine. And, when she was done, I had a set of French nails that matched my toes, and went about a quarter of an inch past the tips of my fingers.

I asked her, "Will they stay on?"

"They should. It's super glue."

I pulled my hand back, and said, "Super glue! Can we get them off?"

"Yes. Of course. We just have to soak them in some stuff, and they'll come off."

Then it was my hair. She carefully made little adjustments. When she was happy, she lightly sprayed it with hair spray.

I turned, and looked in the mirror. To say I was stunned with what I saw, would be an understatement. Sandy had me looking very nice, not gorgeous, but I was seeing my sister looking back at me. My sister made up for an evening out on the town.

I turned around, looked at Sandy, who was smiling, and said, "You scare me."

"Why, love?"

"You want your boyfriend to look like a girl."

"No. I want my boyfriend to have fun. And, I want to have fun with him."

"But, I look more like the bride to be then the groom."

"You'll look like the groom when we need you to. Right now, you're Tammie, the softball player, going out to celebrate with her girlfriends. Do you mind?"

"Not really. It's just so strange that I can pass so easily."

"Maybe you have a feminine side."

I helped Sandy into her dress, and I'd never seen her look so pretty. Then she helped me into mine, and she was right again, the cross straps on the briefer did work better then the strapless option. Then came the shoes, and I still felt like I was going to fall off of them. But, as we stood together looking into Sandy's full length mirror, she said, "You are so cute. You look good enough to eat."

I quipped back, "Only if I can have you for dessert."

"You can. But, I want a couple of pictures of you before we go."

It was about six-thirty when we pulled into the restaurant. Sandy reminded me how a lady gets out of a car, and how she sits in a chair. We pulled up to the door, and the parking valet opened Sandy's door, offered him her hand, and helped her out of the car. The door man did the same for me. It's an experience getting out of a Porsche Boxster in a skirt. But, I somehow managed.

We walked into the restaurant, and the maitre d' showed us to our private room. A number of the girls were already there, as was Coach. There was a lady with Coach that I'd never seen before, but Sandy told me it was his wife. And, there were a few guys there, obviously boyfriends or husbands of some of the girls.

I whispered to Sandy, "I didn't know there would be guys here."

"Relax.", Sandy replied, "They've all seen you before at the games."

We found Patty sitting with her boyfriend, and Patty said, "Tammie, you look so cute in that dress, and those shoes. Are they new?"

Sandy, with a grin, replied, "She fell in love with them the first time she saw them, and I couldn't talk her out of them."

"Tammie, this is my boyfriend Jeff. Jeff this is Tammie. Sandy's friend."

Jeff smiled at me, and said, "Hi. Patty can't say enough about what you did."

I just smiled at him. And, Sandy said, "She's a little shy, until she gets to know you."

Sandy then introduced me to Coach's wife, Betty. The other girls introduced me to their boyfriends, husbands, or friends. Sandy had to explain to everyone that didn't know about me, why I, or my male self, wasn't there. And, we stood around, and talked for a while. And, I just smiled, and nodded my head. Then after a very nice meal, Coach got up, and gave a short speech about the season.

Patty, who was the team captain, got up, thanked everyone for their support, and then mentioned me filling in for her the last two games. And, how they would probably have had to have forfeited the last two games if it wasn't for me. Everyone looked at me, and applauded. I started feeling very warm, Sandy leaned over, and whispered, "I've never seen you blush before."

The banquet lasted a little more than two hours, some people left early, and some hung on until the end. As we were getting ready to leave, Patty and Barb cornered us. Patty said, "Is this Tammie's last outing?"

I looked at her, and just said, "Yes."

It got very quiet.

Finally Barb said, "You two need an engagement party."

"An engagement party?", Sandy said.

"Sure, it isn't every day that two such pretty girls get engaged."

With that Sandy, Patty, and Barb laughed a little. I just shook my head.

Patty then said, "No. Really. Barb and I though that we would try to organize something for you two. Maybe set it up so that your families could be here, and meet each other."

"You guys would really do that?", Sandy asked.

"Honey. For you two. Yes."

With that Sandy gave Patty and Barb a hug. And, Patty looked at me, and said, "Can't we get a hug from the other bride."

I frowned at her a little, then smiled, and also gave Patty and Barb a hug.

As we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Sandy said, "Love. You were wonderful tonight. I think you stole everyone's heart."

"I only want one persons' heart."

"You already have that."

When we got home, we walked into the kitchen, Sandy turned to me, and said, "Take off your shoes."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

I undid the ankle straps, slipped out of my shoes, and as she wrapped her arms around my neck, she said, "I didn't want to stand on my tip toes to do this." And, gave me the longest, softest, sensuous, kiss that she's ever given me. After we broke the kiss, she hugged me very tightly. Neither of us said anything. She just took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. We ended up having a very long, sensuous, love making sessions.

Afterwards, we cuddled together, and I whispered, "That was the best dessert I've ever had."

With a smile, Sandy said, "Thanks. I worked hard preparing it."

The next morning, I woke up, and knew that I still had my wig on. Then I remembered my dessert last night, and that we hadn't taken time to remove any of our makeup. I carefully got out of bed, so as not to wake Sandy, and went into the bathroom. I had made sure the wig glue remover was there, along with the makeup remover. I spent some time looking at my self, my feminine self, in the mirror, wondering why I had done this. But, also wondering why I sort of liked what I saw.

After I had removed all signs of Tammie, I went down to the kitchen, and made coffee. I was on my second cup when Sandy came down. She walked over to me, gave me a very nice kiss, and said, "You're wonderful."

"What did I do?"

"Nothing, and everything. But, mainly just being you."

Over the next six weeks, Barb and Patty worked on setting up an engagement party for us. They worked with our families to coordinate everything. The only family member that couldn't be here was Sandy's brother, Frank. He was deployed overseas, but he promised that as soon as he could, he would visit us.

On a Saturday afternoon, at one of the party centers, we had our engagement party. It was fun watching everyone meeting everyone else. Patty had even gone to the trouble of hiring a photographer to take pictures. It was a lot of fun having everyone around. Sandy's mom, and my parents got along like long lost cousins. My two sisters took to Sandy like a sister, and her sister and I took a liking to each other. She's a lot like Sandy. The baseball team kept everything stirred up. And, the people from work were great.

The following Friday after work, Patty was coming for dinner, and said she had a surprise for us. When Patty arrived, she handed Sandy a photo album from the party, along with a CD-ROM with all the pictures on it. As Sandy was looking through the album, I was working on dinner.

Patty and Sandy started a whispered conversation. Luckily my hearing is very good, and I heard most of it. I heard Patty whisper to Sandy, "Wait until you see Rich and Cathy together, it's scary."

"Scary?", Sandy whispered back.

"Look at this.", Patty whispered, as she turned to one page in the album.

Sandy just stared. Then looked at Patty, and whispered, "My God. Cathy and Tammie are twins."

"I thought that there was some resemblance when I first met Cathy. But, seeing Cathy and Rich side by side in that picture . . . "

"You're right. I've got some digital pictures of Tammie on the computer. Come on I'll do a cut and pasted, and put Tammie's face side by side with Cathy's."

"I want to see that."

Patty and Sandy got up, and headed to the computer. I gave them a few minutes, followed, and stood in the doorway.

I heard Patty say, "I told you they were twins."

"I know.", Sandy said, "it's amazing."

I finally said, "All right. What are you two up too?"

Sandy looked at me, and grinned. Patty also looked at me, and said, "I didn't know Tammie had a twin."

"A twin?"

"Yea. Come and look."

I walked over, and looked at the computer screen. I looked back and forth between the two images on the screen, one was me dressed as Tammie when we went to the banquet, and the other was my sister Cathy. I couldn't say anything. I just stared.

Seeing the look on my face, Sandy asked, "Honey. Are you all right?"

"I . . . I don't know. When I looked in the mirror, and saw Tammie for the first time, I thought I saw a little bit of Cathy. But, the only difference I see here, is that I'm taller, and she's a blond. We could pass for each other."

"I know honey. I think it's so cool."

"It is, but it's also weird. Ah . . . no one said anything to her about me. Did they?"

"I don't think so."

Patty added, "No. I don't think so either."

"Cathy, ", I said, "would be the wrong one to find out about Tammie."

"Why?", Sandy asked.

"When we were growing up, we were always on each other. If one of us could find out something about the other, the whole world would find out. And, it could get ugly at times."

"You mean if she found out about Tammie, she'd tell everyone?"

"In a heart beat."

That night as we were cuddling in bed, Sandy asked, "Honey, would you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Your body hair is growing back. Would you let me wax you again?"

I rolled over, looked at her, and asked, "Why?"

"Because I love the feel of your soft, hairless body."

"What's in it for me?"

Two days later I was laying on the bed letting Sandy wax my body again. She started on the back of my legs, worked her way up my back to my neck. I turned over, and she started on the front of my legs. When she had finished with the front of my legs, she again used the scissors to trim the area around my friend. And, I wasn't paying attention, until I felt pain in my crotch area. I yelled, and said, "That hurt. What did you do?"

"Sorry.", Sandy said, "I just gave you a front Brazilian wax. Well half of one."

"You what. Why?"

"Your backside is all hair free, and I thought it would be cute if we matched."

"Match. You want us to match?"

"Kind of."

"Warn a guy next time."

"Can I finish?"

"You might as well."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again." And, I could tell by the look on her face that she was hurt, and truly sorry.

She finished waxing my body, and was very quiet while doing it. She again rubbed the cream all over the waxed areas, but there was no special treatment. I sat on the bed, and watched as she cleaned up the waxing equipment. Then she walked out of the bedroom without saying a word. I got up, looked at what she had done, and it really looked different with the Brazilian wax.

I tossed on a robe, and followed Sandy downstairs. I found her sitting at the kitchen table, looking very down trodden. I walked up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, and said, "I love you."

She just sat there.

I leaned down, kissed her cheek, and again said again, "I love you."

She turned, looked at me, and she was crying. I looked at her in a very concerned way, and said, "It's all right. Don't cry."

"I'm . . . I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that without asking."

"Honey. You thought it would be fun. And, you just did it. It's fine. It'll grow back. Besides, it looks kind of cool."

I saw a little sparkle come back into her eyes, and a little smile on her lips. And, she said, "You're not just saying that. Are you?"

"Sandy. You just surprised me. I figured that you'd just do what you did the first time. I'm not mad."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really."

She got up, and hugged me.

Things were different that night, Sandy was all over me, and as usual in control. And, it was probably the best love making session that we've shared.

Later that week, we had one of the worst late Summer thunder storms that I could remember, and it even had me worried. But, Sandy was holding me like there was no tomorrow. She finally asked, "Honey. Can we go down stairs?"

"Sure."

I got up, got our robes, and we went downstairs. As we sat cuddled together on the couch, she said, "I'm so sorry that I'm such a big baby."

"It's all right. This one's got me a little nervous too."

Just then, a lightening strike hit a tree across the street, we both jumped, Sandy hugged me very tightly, and was shaking.

"Honey.", I said, "It'll be fine. I'm here."

"I know."

"Do you think you need to talk with someone about this?"

"I guess I should."

As the storm finally passed, she fell asleep with her head on my lap. I sat there for a little while, stroking her hair, before I fell asleep.

One day as we were on the way home from work. Sandy was a little quiet, and I finally asked, "Why so quiet?"

"Oh. Nothing."

"I know better. What's going on?"

"I miss someone."

"Who? No one's left that I know of."

"It's not important."

"Wrong love. Who?"

"All right. But, promise you won't get mad?"

We were at a stop light. I turned, looked at her, and thought, 'It's an old boyfriend. She wants to break the engagement.' Then, I said, "I promise." I sure hoped that I could keep the promise.

She didn't look at me, and almost whispered, "Tammie."

"Tammie?"

The guy behind me blew his horn, the light had turned green, and I was still looking at Sandy. As I started up, I said, "You miss Tammie?"

"Yea. She's fun, and cute."

"Fun, and cute?"

"Yea. Patty even likes her."

"So, what are you saying?"

"Would you dress as Tammie again?"

I drove in silence for a while. We came to the park, where I'd first told Sandy that I loved her, and I pulled in. I parked the car, turned, and looked at Sandy. She was just looking at the floor of the car. She finally turned, looked at me, and said, "Mad. Aren't you?"

"No. Just wondering where you're coming from?"

"I don't really know. But, at times, I look at you, and see Tammie. And, when I do, I realize that I miss her. And, I think it would be fun to have her around from time to time."

"But, I thought we agreed that she was only here for the baseball games?"

"I know. But . . . "

"But. What?"

"You were a great sport for doing it. But, you looked so good. And, . . . "

"Come on. And. What?"

"And, I just like having her around."

"Really?"

"Yea. It really was fun."

With a smile, I said, "Fun turning your boyfriend into your girlfriend?"

"Yea."

"Let me think on it."

She finally looked at me with a little smile.

 

We finished the drive home, and had dinner. Afterwards we were sitting in the den, and I said, "There's something you need to know."

Sandy turned toward me, and said, "Tell me."

"This is something that only two other people, my sisters, know about."

I guess the tone in my voice, told Sandy that this was something a little serious, she sat up, and said, "Honey. Only tell me if you really want to."

"You need to know this. When I was growing up, my sisters would force me to play their games with them. I was never too happy about it. But, Cathy usually had something on me, and threatened to tell our parents if I didn't go along with them.

"One of their games was dress up. And, their idea of dress up would be to force me to wear girls' clothes. I wasn't happy about it. But, had to go along with them. It became one of their favorite things to do, and I was never happy about it.

"As we got older, they pushed it more and more. They'd fix my hair, which was long. They'd use makeup to try different looks on me. Once Cathy got her drivers license, they would even force me to go out with them. It was humiliating.

"And, when you came up with the idea of me playing on the girls team all the bad memories came back."

"Honey!", Sandy said, "If I'd known, I'd have never asked you to do the games."

"No. You were very sweet about it, and I love you. So, I did it for you, and the team. My sisters, especially Cathy, were mean about it."

"When did it stop?"

"When I caught Cathy and one of her girlfriends making love. Cathy was a lesbian, and in the closet. So, I told her the dressing stops, or I'd tell everyone about her. I've never seen her so worried."

"Cathy's a lesbian?"

"That's why she's never dated guys, or married. And, I think she really hates men."

"Wow! I had no idea that you'd been through this. Forget about Tammie. Just be Rich for me."

"I'll always be Rich for you. But, when you asked me to dress as Tammie again, it brought back memories."

"Memories of the forced dressing?"

"No. Memories of the banquet, and the days leading up to it. In a way I hate to admit this, but doing it with you was really fun, and enjoyable."

Sandy looked at me with a questioning look.

I continued with, "When you took me to the mall, and we started looking at shoes, I was thinking back to what Cathy and Faith had done. But, as the time at the mall continued, you made if fun. The pedicure, really felt good. And, trying on clothes was actually fun."

"Fun?"

"Yea. I loved watching you trying to find something that would fit me. You were having fun."

"So, this didn't bring back your bad memories?"

"Just in the beginning. Then I just started to enjoy watching you have fun, and I started feeling your excitement. And . . . "

"And. What?"

"The morning after the banquet, after you had served dessert in bed, when I still had my wig and makeup on. I was looking in the mirror before I removed them, and was wondering why I was doing this, and why I liked what I was seeing."

"You liked what you saw?"

"Yea. I still don't know why. But, I did."

She sat there looking at me, getting a little smile on her face, and twinkle in her eyes. Then said, "You know love. I have to admit something, seeing you as Tammie is a turn on for me. I've never had any lesbian tendencies, but there's just something about seeing Tammie, and knowing it's really you."

I smiled back at her, and just said, "Really?"

Nodding her head yes, she said, "A major turn on."

"So, you and Patty. Never?"

"No. We've had a lot of fun together, and we've had plenty of chances when we were waxing each other. But, our love is a sister thing."

Over the next few weeks, Sandy and I went shopping. Shopping for clothes for Tammie. I refused to go as Tammie, and Sandy would always say, 'It would be easier if you were Tammie, and you tried these things on.'

We bought skirts, blouses, shoes, makeup, underwear, and jewelry. More clothes then I care to think about. And, she even talked me into getting my ears pierced. Both of them. It was interesting at work, I took some kidding about the studs in my ears, and all I said was, 'It's my fashion statement.'

The next time Sandy was waxing me, she said, "You know, your body hair is getting softer and finer. And, easier to wax."

"I thought so. It doesn't seem to hurt like it use to."

"Good. Can I do another Brazilian?"

I looked up at her, grinned, and asked my usual question, "What's in it for me?"

"You are so bad. I need to do my legs, and I'll let you do them."

"That's all. Just your legs?"

"What else do you have in mind?"

"Well you're doing a Brazilian on me. So, I thought . . . "

"You think I'd let you wax me there?"

"Why not? I've seen it all before."

"So, if you let me do a Brazilian on you, you get to do a Brazilian on me?"

"Right."

"Lay back, and enjoy."

A while later, Sandy was laying on the bed, and giving me directions on how to wax her legs. When I was done with them, she went to get up, and I said, "I'm not done."

"Oh.", she said, "That. Maybe later."

"Now love."

She reluctantly submitted, and talked me through how it was done. I guess I did a fairly good job, she didn't yell or scream too much. But, what she did enjoy was me rubbing lotion everywhere that I'd waxed. And, one thing led to another, and we spent another hour in the bedroom.

Later, as we lay cuddled together, she said, "I think Patty's lost her job."

"Her job?"

"Yea. She does a better waxing job then you do. But, you can learn. It's your after treatment that is better then anything I've ever had."

"You'd better never had an after treatment like this one."

Sandy was able to talk me into dressing around the house once in awhile. And, it was always a fun time. She would play with my look. Sometimes it was a very sophisticated evening look. Sometimes it was a very light daytime look. We'd also go through a few changes of clothes, just to see what looked best. But, in the end, it always ended up with a very long session in bed. Most of the time with me still looking like Tammie. She would always say something like, "You're so cute. The world needs to see you." or "Girlfriend, you need to get out."

Every time she would try talking me into going out as Tammie, and I'd always say, 'No way.' And, she would always come back with, 'But, honey you look so cute.'

One Saturday I was dressed as Tammie. A nice skirt, a pretty blouse, wig, and sandals with two inch heels. Sandy had done a really great job on my makeup. And, we were just doing things around the condo. I was in the kitchen just getting ready to start dinner, and the door bell rang. Sandy yelled, "I'll get it."

I listened very carefully, and I heard Sandy say, "Hi guys. Come on in."

'Come on in!', I thought. I was stuck in the kitchen. The only way out was through the garage, or the front room, where there were. What was Sandy doing?

I heard someone say, "Is Rich home?" It sounded like Patty.

Sandy said, "No. But, Tammie is."

What was she doing? I though that this was our little secret.

"Tammie. How sweet. Where is she?", I heard someone else say. It sounded like Barb.

"In the kitchen. Getting ready to start dinner.", Sandy answered.

I thought, 'Sandy! What are you doing?'

I then heard the first voice, Patty's I thought, said, "We were going out to dinner, and thought that you might want to join us?"

"We'd love to.", Sandy said.

And, I heard them walk toward the kitchen. My mind said, find a place to hide. But, my body wouldn't move. The three walked into the kitchen, led by Barb, and she said, "Tammie, love. Don't you look nice."

I just looked at them, and glared at Sandy.

"Honey.", Sandy said, "Barb and Patty want us to go to dinner with them."

"Fine.", I grumbled, "I'll go change."

"Tammie. You look fantastic just like you are.", Patty said.

"Yes. You really do look very nice.", Barb added.

"There's no way I'm going out as Tammie!", I said.

"Tammie. Honey. There's no reason you can't go out. It would be fun."

"Yea. To be read by everyone out there."

"You don't understand, love. You look like a girl, a real girl. Have you looked at yourself? Don't you remember the banquet?"

"Yea. I might look like a girl, but I sound like a guy."

"So, just don't talk."

"Oh yea. I'm going to go out to dinner, and not talk. How am I going to order?"

"Sandy can order for you."

"And, you three are going to talk, and I'm just going to sit there?"

"Well, if you whisper or talk softly, no one will know."

"Yea right."

Sandy was standing behind Barb, and Patty, and I could tell by the look on her face that she really wanted me to go out with the three of them. I just stood there, and looked at the three of them.

Sandy finally said, "Honey. It'll be fun. You need to get out. You had fun playing ball, when we shopped for your dress, and at the banquet."

She was right, it was fun playing ball with the girls, and the banquet was also fun. I took a deep breath, looked straight at Sandy, and said, "All right. Just this one time. But, I want a promise that if anything happens while we're out, we come straight back home."

"Honey.", Sandy said, "I promise. I'd never let anything happen to you."

"We won't either.", Barb said.

Patty nodded her head in agreement.

"All right. I'll do it this one time."

The three of them smiled, and Patty said, "You'll see. It'll be fun."

"Come on. Lets freshen our makeup, and we'll go.", Sandy said.

Sandy grabbed my hand, and as she started leading me upstairs to our bedroom, she said to Patty and Barb, "Have a seat. We'll be right back."

After we got to the bedroom, I looked at Sandy, and said, "You set me up."

"No. It was actually Patty's idea. I let it slip that you were dressing at home. And, how good you looked. And, she talked me into going along with this."

"Nice. I don't mind dressing for you, and even me. But, I'm not going to feel at all comfortable going out of the house."

"I'm sorry. But, I thought it would be fun." And, I saw tears well up in her eyes.

"Honey. Don't cry. I said I'd do it this one time. I'm a little mad, but I'll get over it."

"You will?"

"You know I will. I love you too much to stay mad for more then a year or two."

"A year or two!?"

I just grinned at her.

"Smart aleck."

She fixed my makeup, and commented that I should learn to do my own. Then she put some things in a purse for me. Then freshened her own makeup.

We drove Barb's BMW to a nice restaurant, and it took the three girls a little while to get me out of the car, and into the restaurant. But, once we were seated, I started to relax a little. No one had given me more than a glance. Sandy ordered for me, and while waiting for our food, we started chatting about nothing in particular. We just talked various about things, actually laughing a time or two, and I had to be careful to keep my voice soft. I really started to relax, and feel comfortable being Tammie.

When the waiter brought us our food, I actually gave him a little smile. And, we continued our chat over dinner, and an after dinner drink. As we were walking to the car, Barb took my arm, and said, "It's fun being a girl, hasn't it?"

"This has been fun.", I replied.

"See no one knew, or cared, that you are really a guy. Most people don't pay enough attention to other people to notice."

We left the restaurant, and decided to go to a local mall to do some window shopping. As we were driving over to the mall, Patty turned around, looked at me, and asked, "Well Tammie, how does it feel to be one of the girls?"

"Honestly.", I said, "Once I relaxed, it was like I was just there being me. Actually being one of the group, and I was more relaxed then at the banquet."

Patty smiled, and Barb said, "We told you it would be fine. You are passable, and your mannerisms aren't even bad. I'd be happy to be seen with you anywhere."

"You're kidding me?"

"No. I know Sandy keeps telling you that you're cute. You need to start believing her. I think it's fun to have you along. You fit in with this group, and make it a foursome. When you loosened up at the restaurant, it was like you've been a girl all your life. If you enjoy dressing like this once in awhile, go for it. Don't be worried about what others think. Do what feels good to you."

We started walking through the mall, looking at various shops. I noticed Sandy, stop a little longer in front of a bridal shop, and I couldn't help but smile. I whispered to her, "Want to set a date?"

"Huh?"

"Want to set a date for the wedding?"

"Really!"

"Yes. Really. We'll talk when we get home."

Sandy grabbed me, and kissed me. Then quickly broke the kiss. Her face got red, and she said, "I forgot where we were, and who you are right now."

Barb, Patty, and probably a number of people had seen the kiss, and Patty said, with a big grin, "Hey. I thought you two were in the closet?"

"Sorry.", Sandy whispered, "But, he just ask if I was ready to set a date for the wedding. And, I forgot where we were."

"He? I don't think so. But, I'd kiss her too, if she asked me that.", Barb said, with a little laugh.

I caught a couple of strange looks from some of the people around us. But, and this was also strange, I didn't care.

We continued walking though the mall, and through the food court, which was populated with a number of groups of teenagers. We walked through without even slowing down. Once past the food court, Sandy said, "You passed that test with flying colors."

"Test?", I asked.

"If those teenage girls in the food court didn't read you, no one will."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I wanted to know more about crossdressing, so I've done a little reading on-line. And, a number of people have said that the worst thing is to encounter is a group of teenage girls. They're very good at reading a guy dressed as a girl, and if they do, they get very vocal about it. And, all of those girls gave the four of us a good look."

"Thanks. You could have warned me."

"Sorry. But, I didn't know there would be so many teenagers here. But, I did know that you'd pass with flying colors."

"You are so bad. Are you going to show me what you've been reading?"

"Sure."

We continued our window shopping until about nine. And, I have to admit, I saw a number of outfits that I thought I'd look cute in. I was also trying to figure out why I was thinking this way.

As we were walking to the car, Patty asked, "Anyone want to stop for a night cap?"

We found a nice little pub, and had a nice leisurely drink. Around eleven, Barb and Patty dropped us off at the condo. It was hugs, and cheek kisses, as we said goodnight.

Sandy and I went into the kitchen, she sat at the table, and I made us a cup of tea. When I set the cups on the table, she said, "Well?"

"Well. What?"

"Did you have fun tonight?"

"I hate to admit this, but yes."

"Thought you would. It was fun being out with the girls. Wasn't it?"

"Yea. I just don't know why I felt the way I did."

"Could it be that you actually liked what your sisters did to you?"

"I don't know. But, I don't think so. I hated being forced into dressing."

"But, you like it when we do it?"

"You make it fun. And, it surprises me how Barb and Patty accept it."

"Barb told me that she thinks it's really good when a guy can show a feminine side. I guess she's had a couple of boy friends that were very big macho types, and she didn't like it. So, she looks for those with a softer side. And, when you and I started dating, she told me that if we ever broke up that she would grab you up in a second."

"Really.", I said, with a grin.

"Don't even think about it lover. You're all mine."

"I know. And, I don't want it any other way."

I don't think I need to tell you about the activities in the bedroom that night.

 

On the weekend of Sandy's birthday, she had to work the whole weekend, as they were updating the servers, and software at work. This would be her first birthday that we celebrated together, and I wanted to make it special. Her working on Saturday, gave me a chance to do some shopping. I dropped her off, and made my first stop, a jewelry store for something special for her. The next stop, was one that I thought I'd never be doing, it was to buy something for Tammie. And, the last stop was grocery shopping for a nice romantic dinner on Sunday.

What did I purchase for Tammie? As I said, I wanted to make Sandy's birthday dinner special, and I knew Tammie could help do that. And, I wanted Tammie to look special. On one of our shopping trips we had found a boutique that carried very nice clothes. I had gotten the feeling that they knew what we had purchased was for me, as the sizes were too big for Sandy, and it appeared that they had no problem with it. So, I ventured back there.

I was nervous as hell, and I sat in the car trying to get up the nerve to go in. Just looking at what was in the window made up my mind for me. I walked into the store, and was greeted by the same woman that had waited on us the first time we were in. She said, "Can I help you with anything?"

"Well . . . I . . . I'm looking for something special."

"For someone special?"

"Sort of?"

"For you?"

"Ah . . . I . . . Yes."

"It's all right. We have gentlemen in here all the time."

"Really?"

"Yes sir. I seem to remember you. You were in here with a lady before."

"Yes. My fiancee."

"Yes. I do remember you. What can I help you with."

"It's her birthday. I'm doing a nice romantic dinner for her. And, . . . "

"And, someone wants to look especially nice for her?"

"She likes it when I do."

"Interesting. What did you have in mind?"

"I like the one skirt outfit in the window."

"Which one?"

Over the next hour, the woman helped me choose a skirt and blouse, that looked great together. I also ended up with a new bra and panty set, a garter belt, nylons, and a pair of shoes. When she asked me, "Would you like to try them on?"

I got really nervous, and stammered, "I . . . I . . . I don't think I could."

"It's all right. I'd rather have you satisfied when you leave, then have to make a trip back."

"If you're sure it's all right."

She smiled, and said, "I'm sure."

She led me back to a changing room, set all the clothes on a table, and said, "If you need any help, call me. My name's Abbey."

"Thanks."

She left, and I just stood there. I'd been comfortable when Sandy and I shopped. But, right now, standing in the changing room alone, I was really nervous. And, I was still trying to figure out why I was there. But, I looked at the clothes that we'd pick out, and knew why. Sandy.

I undressed, and slipped on the panty, and bra. They were black with some nice lace. Next I tried the garter belt, something new, and interesting. I sat, and slipped the nylons up my leg. Luckily, Sandy had me wear panty hose sometimes, so being able to put them on helped with the nylons. I stood up, fiddled with the garter tabs a bit, but finally got the nylons fastened to them. As I moved around getting the other clothes, I like the feeling of the tug on the garters.

I slipped the shoes on, and they fit better with the nylons, then when I tried them on bare foot. I slipped the blouse on, it was open to the top of my bra, and the sleeves went down to my wrists. It was very pretty light blue blouse, with a v-neck, and was thin enough to just barely let my bra show. The sales lady had said it was a ribbon mesh top, and that the color was indigo, but it was really a swirl of different blues. And, it felt really nice.

I then slipped on the skirt. A very cute skirt. The sales lady said it was called a crinkle skirt. It was also blue, but a darker blue than the blouse, and a mixture of blues, and whites. The skirt hit me just above the knee.

I looked in the mirror, and I loved the look. I loved the look? Why did I love the way I looked in woman's clothes? I stood there looking at myself. And, I did love how I looked from the neck down. But, the male looking face ruined the effect.

I undressed, put my male clothes on, and walked out of the changing room carrying the other clothes. The sales lady wasn't far away, she walked over, and said, "How was everything?"

"You did a good job of picking sizes.", I said.

"And, how did it look on?"

"Very nice."

"Do you think she'll like it?"

"Yes."

I paid for my purchases, and as I was walking out the sales lady said, "Enjoy. And, come back and see us."

I smiled at her, and said, "We will."

I took everything home, put the groceries away, hid the present, and put my new clothes in the spare room. Sandy called about six in the evening, and said that they were going to call it a day at seven. I picked her up, we stopped for a quick dinner, and were in bed by ten. Her head hit the pillow, and she was asleep. It had been a tough day, and she had to be back in at eight on Sunday.

On Sunday she was up early, and drove my car into work. I did some things around the condo, and missed not having Sandy around. She called around one in the afternoon, said that everything was going fine, and that she should be home around six. That was perfect.

I got dinner started, and then started to become Tammie. I got as far as the bra with forms, and the panty, then it hit me. Makeup. Sandy had always been my makeup artist. Could I do it and not make a mess of it? I almost called Barb, but didn't. I had paid attention to what Sandy had done when she was working on me. So . . .

I sat at her dressing table. I looked at myself, and decided my eyebrows were fine. I found the moisturizer that she used, and applied an even coat to my face and neck. As I waited for that to dry, I put on my wig, and styled it the best that I could. Next I tried working on my eyes, and I chose an earth tone eyeshadow. I wasn't going to try eyeliner, but did try mascara, and that didn't turn out too bad. I used a little bit of eyebrow pencil to bring out my brows. A little blush, and some light powder. So far, not too bad. Lipstick. Sandy had always lined my lips, but I didn't try that. I knew how to put on lipstick. She'd always had me do that.

I looked at myself closely, and it wasn't too bad for my first time. Hopefully Sandy wouldn't laugh at me. Then I looked at my hands. They didn't look right. I found Sandy's collection of false nails, and the glue. I went through the same things she did, worked on my cuticles, then roughed up my nails. I found a set of ten false nails that would fit mine, and I carefully applied them with the super glue. Then a couple rings, and a bracelet.

Then came the shoes, they had an ankle strap, and it proved an interesting task getting the buckle fastened with the nails on. The blouse was next, again interesting buttoning the buttons with the nails. The skirt had an elastic waist, so no problem there. I looked in the full length mirror on the back of the door, and I liked what I was seeing now, better then I had at the boutique. My face was good, but no where close to what Sandy did with it.

I spent time finishing dinner. Everything was ready when I heard the garage door open, and my car pull in. I felt butterflies in my stomach, as I wondered if Sandy was going to be upset seeing Tammie.

I was placing things on the table as she walked in, stopped in her tracks, and said, "Tammie. The dinner smells wonderful."

"Only the best for the birthday girl.", I replied.

"You did remember."

We sat down to a very romantic dinner, candles, and all. We just chatted about her day at work, until she finally asked, "You did a nice job on your makeup, and I love your outfit. When did you get it?"

"Thanks. Yesterday."

"Went shopping without me?"

"Mad?"

"No. You did a good job of picking things out."

"I had help from the sales lady."

"When did you get so brave?"

"When I wanted to do this for you."

"For me?"

"Yes. I know you like Tammie around, and I thought you'd like her to share your birthday dinner with her."

"I do. I'm just surprised that you went out shopping by yourself."

"I was too. Until the lady at the boutique assured me that it was fine."

"You're sweet."

We finished dinner, and went into the livingroom for a glass of wine. Then I said, "I've got something for you."

"You didn't have to."

"Yes I did."

I got out the gift wrapped box, and handed it to her. She carefully opened it, then opened the velvet box inside, and looked at the contents. It was a hoop necklace with a number of diamond settings on it. She looked up at me, smiled, and said, "You're so sweet. But, this is too expensive."

"Not for you."

She moved over right next to me, and gave me a kiss. I then said, "Each of those settings stands for something."

"Tell me?"

"One is for when I broke my PC, and we met. Another is for you talking me into playing baseball on the girl's team. Another is for when I first told you that I loved you. Another is for when you asked me to marry you. Another is for when you conned Tammie into going out with you, Patty, and Barb. The last one is for this birthday. And, we can add more."

She didn't say anything, but I saw tears. I wiped the tears away, and asked, "Why the tears?"

"You just make me so happy. A fantastic dinner, an even better present, and one of my favorite people to share it with. I love you so much."

She gave me a very long, soft, sensual, kiss.

That night as we were getting ready for bed, Sandy didn't want to take the necklace off, but I finally talked her into it. She also wouldn't let me remove my makeup, or wig, even though I told her the wig wasn't glued on. And, as I took the skirt off, she saw the garter belt for the first time, and said, "Girlfriend, that is so sexy. But, you've got to learn."

"Learn what?", I asked.

"How to wear a garter belt."

As I looked down at my garter belt, I said, "But, isn't it right."

"Not quite. If you had to go to the bathroom, or wanted to play with the nylons and garter belt still on, you'd have to get the panties off. Right?"

"I guess."

"Right now, what would you have to do?"

I looked down again. And, figured out that I'd have to undo the garter straps, remove the panties, and rehook the garters. I looked at Sandy, and said, "Oh. I see what you mean. So, what's proper."

"Maybe not proper. But, you put the garter belt and nylons on first, then the panties."

"Oh."

"Here let me show you."

Sandy knelt down, undid the garters, had me step out of my panties, and reattached the garters. She looked up at me, and said, "You won't need the panties back on." And, she pushed me down on the bed.

Needless to say, the wig didn't stay on long, and even though Sandy was tired, sleep was a long way off.

We both had Monday off, Sandy because she had worked all weekend, and me because I wanted to spend the day with her. And, we slept in.

One thing we did that Monday, was to stop at the church where Sandy wanted to have our wedding. The church was heavily booked, and the first date we could get was almost a year from now. The church also had a hall where we could hold a reception, and it wasn't booked for that day either. We then called all the important people, Sandy's family, my family, our friends, and filled them in as to the date we had set for the wedding. We had decided it would be a small wedding. Sandy asked Patty to be her maid-of-honor, and Barb to be a bride's maid. I asked my best friend Mark to be my best man, and I asked Bill, from work, to be a grooms man.

Over the next few weeks, Sandy started teaching me makeup. She started with a light day time look, and worked up to a sophisticated night time look. I decided that it will take me a long time to get good at this. She even talked me into going out as two girl friends a couple of times. As before, I was nervous to start with, and comfortable by the time we got home.

One day when we, Sandy and Tammie, were out, we ran into Patty and her boyfriend Jeff at the mall. By the time I saw them it was too late to hide, and I don't think Sandy would let me do that anyway. Patty gave us both big hugs. And, she whispered to me, "Looking good girlfriend."

Then Jeff asked, "Where's Rich?"

"Oh. He's at work. Some sort of big project that's do out on Monday.", Sandy answered.

"Too bad. We could have let you, Tammie, and Patty do your girl stuff, and he and I could have done some guy stuff."

"Maybe next time."

Patty then asked, "When are the four amigos going to get together for another night out?"

"Four amigos?", Sandy replied.

"You, me, Barb, and Tammie."

"Oh. You pick it, and we'll be there."

As we said good bye to Patty and Jeff, and were walking away, Sandy said, "You were bad."

"Bad?", I asked.

"Yea. You shouldn't have smiled at Jeff so much, he'll think you're coming onto him."

"What?"

"Your body language almost read that you were on the make."

"No way."

"Just watch it lover. You're taken, and so's he."

The following Saturday, the four amigos, as Patty had called us, were going out to dinner, a movie, and who knew what else. Sandy made me do my own makeup, under her strict supervision, and it didn't turn out too bad. She made me use eyeliner, and that took a couple of tries to get it right. And, the lip liner was easier then I thought it would be.

Barb picked everyone up, and we headed out. Dinner was at a nice, comfortable, restaurant. The movie was a chick flick, and I actually enjoyed it. After the movie we headed to our favorite pub, and this is where it got interesting. Barb since she was driving, was only working on one glass of wine, and made the comment, 'That someone else could drive next time.' And, I volunteered.

Sandy and I were taking it easy on the drinks, I was on my second Tequila Sunrise, and Sandy was still on her first Long Island Ice Tea. But, Patty was half way through her third Tequila, and said to me, "I didn't like you hitting on Jeff the other day." And, it wasn't said quietly.

I looked at Sandy, who raised her eyebrows, and gave me a look of, 'I told you so.' I then looked at Patty, and said, "I didn't mean to."

"But, you did."

"I don't even like guys."

"Oh. That's right, I forgot, you and Sandy are lesbians."

I looked at Sandy again. She looked at Patty, and said, "Patty. Quiet down. I had a long talk with Tammie about last week."

"Yea. But, she shouldn't be hitting on my boyfriend."

"She's sorry about it. And, she won't do it again."

"She's better not."

Barb whispered to Patty, "You've had enough. Lets get out of here."

We took Patty home first. When we got there Barb and Sandy took her to her bedroom, while I waited in the livingroom. Then Barb took us home. As she dropped us off, she said, "Don't worry. It was the alcohol talking. She'll be fine in the morning."

After we were in the condo, Sandy said, "I told you."

"I know. I know. I won't let it happen again."

"You'd better not. You're my girl, and I don't want some guy pawing you."

"I don't either."

With that she kissed me, and . . . "

That night, after having Sandy for desert, I couldn't get to sleep. My mind was working. Around four o'clock, I gave up, and carefully got out of bed so as not to wake her. I slipped on my robe, went to the kitchen, and fixed a cup of tea.

I'd been thinking about Tammie. Why I liked being her so much? Why Sandy liked her so much? Where Tammie was going? Where Sandy and Tammie were going? Where Sandy and I were going? What had happened with Patty and Jeff? And, I wasn't getting many answers.

I finally wandered into the livingroom, sat, and though some more. I must have dosed off, because the next thing I remember was someone waking me up with a kiss. It was Sandy, and she said, "Honey. Are you all right?"

"Yea. Just couldn't sleep. What time is it?"

"About nine-thirty. I missed you this morning."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Why couldn't you sleep?"

"My mind was working over time."

"On what?"

"Tammie."

"Tammie?"

"Yea. Just trying to figure out some things."

"Like what?"

"Where it's all going with her."

She sat down next to me, took my hand in hers, and said, "Why?"

"I guess last night just brought up a lot of things. It's fun being Tammie, and I feel good about it. I even like going out with Patty and Barb. I didn't realize that I'd hit on Jeff, and upset Patty. That's the last thing I wanted to do. I just don't know where this thing with Tammie is going."

"Is the forced dressing that your sisters did still bothering you?"

"No. Like I've said, with you, Patty, and Barb, it's actually been fun. And, I'm surprise that they accept Tammie like they do. I haven't really even thought about the times with my sisters. I just don't know why I like it so much."

"I think it's really part of you. Who you are inside."

"Like maybe I'm really a girl?"

"No. I don't think you're really a girl. But, maybe you have strong feminine feelings. A part of you that likes the feminine things in life, and needs to be out every once in awhile."

I sat back a little, and looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "You think."

"Yes I do. And, I'll tell you this, I love both of you."

"You do?"

"You know I do. Because no matter who you look like, you're the same person inside. The person that I love, and care for. Rich and Tammie are the same person. One is more masculine, and one is more feminine. Both are fun, and caring. Both are loving people. And, I enjoy both of them. And, this will go wherever you want it to go."

"Don't you mean where we want it to go?"

"Why?"

"You're the most important person in my life, and we make the decisions."

Sandy had brought out something in me that I never knew was there, Tammie. And, Tammie became a real part of our lives. I became more comfortable with my feminine side, and going out looking like Tammie. And, it was a lot of fun. The four amigos went out on a regular basis, having dinner together, going to movies, and of course shopping. Tammie didn't play ball with the girl's team the next season, they had found five additional girls to play, and Patty was also back in shape to play by then. So, Rich sat in the stands, and cheered the girl's team on. I never did do anything with my voice other than speaking very softly.

There was only one thing that upset Tammie, and that was when she couldn't go with Sandy, Barb, and Patty when they picked out Sandy's wedding dress. But, Sandy promised that we'd pick out a gown for Tammie as soon as the wedding was over.

 

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