The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Prequel: The Nature Of Love

by G L Hudson

 

Chapter 6

Excerpts from "My Best Friend" by Valerie Anderson

I arrived at Cynthia's house in South Bend at noon on October 11. I rang the doorbell and Cynthia came rushing out and grabbed me in a big hug. I was thrilled to see her. We hadn't seen each other since last spring when she and I went shopping in Chicago.

"Damn, you look good girl!" We were squeezing each other so hard it was difficult to talk. We separated and she just kept looking at me and smiling. "You look awful damn proud of your self. You just swallow a canary? Or did you just catch a pigeon?"

Cynthia started laughing. "Not a pigeon, but I think I have made a catch!" We laughed some more. "Come in here. Boy, it's great to see you Val. Can I get you something to drink? Something to eat?"

I told her no thanks. "I don't want to seem pushy then, but are you ready to go get an ID? It will take a little while to get you made-up and drive there."

"You are one pushy girl, Cyn! I haven't been here two minutes and you're already bossing me around. You must be getting used to it." We both started laughing so hard that we had to sit down and catch our breath.

"Well? Are you getting used to it?" I asked.

Cynthia gave a sheepish grin and a shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe a little bit. Valerie, I have to tell you this is just the most absolute fun I have ever had. I love what is happening. I can see my dream coming true. I love it, I love it, I love it. And I think, I may love him."

"Oh my!" I gave her my best squeal of delight and gave her another hug. "Then we better get going, right?"

Cynthia asked me to move my car to the side of the driveway so that she could get her car in and out of the garage. "I don't want to give the neighbors too much to talk about, so for more privacy I try to always get in and out of the car while it is in the garage. That's also the reason I ordered the car with darker tint on the windows." She and I then carried my things into the house. I set up my suitcase in a corner of the living room and Cynthia carried all of the hanging clothes into her bedroom closet.

I followed her into the bedroom. Melissa's wig stand was sitting on Cynthia's dresser. I walked over to the wig and felt the hair. "This is very nice, Cynthia. I can see why you paid as much as you did for it. Very feminine. I can't wait to see Melissa in it. Where do I start?"

I took off my blouse and sat down at her vanity. She pulled open Melissa's drawer and took out some of her cosmetics. "Let's start with her foundation," Cynthia said. "I want you to match her as close as possible." I put on the foundation and blush, and started on my eyes. "Use a fair amount of eyeliner and mascara," she told me. "Melissa will need rather heavy eye makeup. And don't make your brows too thin. She won't be able to really shape them for another couple of months."

"But I do get to tweeze her brows tonight, right?" I asked.

Cynthia reassured me, "Of course you do. We will stick to the plan. I agreed. But please, don't arch them too much tonight. She isn't ready for it." I applied my eye makeup and then asked which lipstick she wanted me to use. Cynthia gave me Melissa's nighttime shade of liner and lipstick.

I admired myself in the mirror, made a few touch-ups and then asked, "What's next?" Cynthia gave me a V-neck angora sweater with long sleeves. I added a plain, gold chain and gold hoop earrings. "Wig next?" I asked.

"Put your hair up and I'll bring it over to you," she replied.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, wrapped a scrunchy around it, and then pinned it up on the back of my head. "Ready for the crowning touch, doctor." Cynthia gave me the wig and I slipped it on. She stood behind me and used her fingers to help style it into place. "Damn, Cynthia this is a hot wig. I love the way it makes me look. It gives me a whole 'nother karma. I could like this. I hope Melissa appreciates what you bought her here. How do I look, girl friend?"

"You look close to Melissa," she told me. "With the glasses, you two will look like twins on film. Just one more thing, her nose is bigger. Can you add a bit of lighter colored powder and hi-light your nose?"

I couldn't let that pass. "You want me to be a big nose? That's not nice of you," I kidded her. I tried a little more powder, but it didn't make much of a difference. "That's the best I can do. I guess I be ready!" I announced.

"You look great, Val. Now, here are the glasses," and Cynthia handed me a large pair of horn-rimmed glasses to help cover my face and make me more difficult to identify in my ID photo. "Here is Matt's social security number on this side of this piece of paper, and I wrote yours on the other side. If they question you, just act ditzy and say you looked at the wrong side. Melissa is one inch taller than us and she probably weighs about 135 pounds now. Chestnut hair, brown eyes and what am I forgetting?"

"Nothing," I said. "I've got my birth certificate, an old picture with me in glasses, so we're set. Let's do it GIRL!"

Cynthia dropped me off in front of the Indiana State License Bureau. She waited in the car forty minutes for my return. When I walked out of the bureau, she met me on the passenger's side of her car and unlocked the door for me. She returned to the drivers seat and then looked at me before daring to ask if I had succeeded.

"Of course, girl. Here is Melissa's new drinking ID," and I handed the card to Cynthia for her inspection. "Looks pretty damn good, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does. Melissa will be so pleased. I'm so pleased. Were there any problems?"

"Well ya know girl, ya know how sometimes I run my mouth motor just a bit more than I should? Well this might have been one of those times."

Cynthia gave me one of her "You did what?" looks. And then she said it, "What did you do?"

"Well ya see, I had to stand in line almost twenty minutes while those bubble-headed government floosies chatted and shuffled around doing nothing. So ya know, I was a bit peeved when I got to the window. So, this blue-haired dingbat asks me what I want. 'I want a photo-ID' I tell her.

'What for?' she asks.

"I'm thinking what the hell do you mean 'What for?' So I tell her, 'So, I'll have one.'

" 'Don't you have a drivers license?'

" 'No.'

" 'Well, I guess you need one then.'

"Bingo! This floosie is real smart, I'm thinking. 'Yep, I will need one. There isn't much you can do now a'days without one. Not since Ashcroft and his Nazis have taken over.'" Cynthia gave me that look again.

"So she gives me a disgusted look. She asks for my birth certificate and I hand it over. 'Well, I for one am glad we have President Bush and Mr. Ashcroft looking out for our security,' she says.

" 'You don't mind being stopped while driving down the road, or going into public buildings or just plain minding your own business, and have some government employee demand to check your papers, search you or question what your doing out in public?' I ask her.

" 'Nope,' she says. 'It's worth it for my peace of mind.'

"Well you know me, not only am I shocked at such stupidity, but I have to tell her how stupid she is. 'Over the last 200 years, millions of American men and women have died or been wounded defending our Constitution and freedom. I wonder how they would feel, finding out that you are willing to give it up for so little in return. I guess we know how cheaply you can be bought. Do you really think that after giving up your freedom, you are truly safer now than before? Do you really think the CIA, FBI, NSA and all those other bureaucrats are making your life safer?'

" 'I'm concerned about my family and children. If they catch only one terrorist it's worth it.'

" 'And after they catch the last terrorist, do you think they will return to your great, great, great, great, grandchildren the rights that they took away? Do you think they will stop their spying at the library and stop secretly reading your E-mail then?' "

Cynthia looks at me with her mouth open. "So what did she do?"

"She just glared at me through her squinty, little beady-eyes. Then she asks for my social security number."

"Valerie! You can't go around telling off government officials. Especially ones that you're asking to help you."

"And that is just what they want," I said. "They want you to be intimidated and silent."

Cynthia was getting exasperated. I loved to do this to her. "But you are giving her false information at the same time you're pissing her off! If she checked the number and found out it was wrong, you would have been in all kinds of trouble."

I calmly looked at Cynthia and quietly said, "Then I would have played the ditz."

I could tell she was getting even more flustered with me. "So then what happened?"

"Well, we were both quiet for a couple of minutes while she typed away at her computer and she was asking me for my address and other things. Then she asked me if I was employed. I said, 'Yeah, I'm a censor for Fox News Network.' That earned me another beady-eyed glare. She finished her typing and told me to have a seat in front of their camera. And that was that."

"I can't believe you some times. But you are good for a laugh now and then," and she finally started to laugh. "What am I going to do if they show up at my door looking for Valerie Anderson?"

"Just tell them I came to my senses, my IQ jumped up into the double digits and I realized I didn't want the job with Fox and went home to Milwaukee." I just loved harassing Cynthia.

She started the car and we started back to her house. "I hope the rest of the weekend goes smoother."

I decide to calm her down. "I'm sure it will," I said. "Actually, the only tricky part left will be your doctor visit tomorrow. Have you decided how you will handle Matt?"

"I have been giving that some thought. I am going to lead him to believe that he will simply have to give some blood, and nothing else is involved. I'll tell him were going shopping at some consignment shops and look for Halloween ideas, afterwards. I'll have him wear his usual under-things, his panties, bra, corset, camisole, and tights. And over them I'll have him wear his two pocket jeans, sweater and loafers. I'll even make sure that he has his lipstick on, and I might give him an extra pinch of blush.

"When we get to the doctor's office, I'll make sure that I go in first. I'll ask the nurse not to bring him into the exam rooms for his prep work, until I can talk with the doctor and he can talk with her. This doctor is one of the three doctors that I have been trying to cultivate; giving them tickets to sporting events, taking them golfing and all that stuff. I'm pretty sure that he will help."

"Who are these three doctors?" I asked.

"This one is an endocrinologist and he has experience working with transsexuals and hormones and sex reassignment. The second is my gynecologist and the third is a cosmetic surgeon who does liposuction and breast augmentation surgery. That should cover most of our needs for the next couple of years."

Cynthia paused for a couple of seconds and collected her thoughts. "When I talk with him I'll tell him the truth. We're there for a blood test to make sure that we are both clean of AIDS and other venereal diseases, and that Matt is dressed because we are going shopping for Halloween costumes. But then I'll elaborate a bit. I'll say that he really, really likes this cross-dressing. That he has been doing it long before we met, and he seems to be getting more and more serious about it. I'll say that I have a hunch based on things he has said and done, that he may be considering the use of female hormones. I think I love him, I won't stand in his way if that is what he wants to do, but I don't want him to make a mistake by taking unprescribed hormones. I'll ask the doctor to run a full examination and blood work-up so in case Matt does start hormones, the doctor can keep him under observation. I'll beg him not to say anything about hormones to Matt. After all, I don't know anything for sure and I just want to be prepared up front."

Again she was quiet for a minute. "What do you think?"

"No matter how good the doctor is, Matt is still going to be freaking out when he has to strip down for a full exam," I told her.

"I'm going to plead ignorant on the exam part. I'm going to tell Matt that I thought I had just signed us up for a simple blood test. I'm going to give him half a Valium tonight when we go to bed and another half in the morning. I don't want to give him a full one in the morning, I think that will be too much for him. Hopefully, he will be in a nice mellow mood

"But I have to have him in female clothes to help convince the doctor of my story. I want the doctor to take me seriously and do a full work-up on Matt. He is going to need a base-line to measure Matt's progress in the future."

"You know," I said, "what you are doing is immoral, unethical and illegal, don't you?"

Cynthia stared ahead at the road and drove on for a minute. I knew she was fighting over this. "Yes, I do know. But I think in some small way he wants this. I think deep down inside he also wants to be on female hormones. I am sure in the long run he will accept it willingly, and I even think he will be happy that I did it. I know, I know. I'm rationalizing. But I fully intend to let him know and decide on his own, before everything becomes permanent. I'm just giving him a head start if he decides to go through with it." She paused again, then continued, "At least that is what I'm telling myself. Valerie, this is tougher than I ever thought it would be. I like him. I like him a lot. I don't want to hurt him. I want to help him."

"And when will you start him on his hormone regimen?" I asked.

"Right after his exam. Sunday probably." She stopped talking and I knew I had to get her off the topic. I was surprised at the depth of feelings she had for Matt, and at the moral dilemma she was facing. After hearing her talk about this for years and years, I never thought that she would have any second thoughts.

"So how is the rest of the weekend looking?" I asked.

Cynthia gladly accepted the change in topics. "Everything should go the way we agreed. Melissa is yours for the weekend. You may dress her anyway that you like. I only ask that you not push her too fast or embarrass her."

"I won't. I promise."

"We will pick up Matt at school, go home to eat and get ready to go out. I've found a nice Western bar with plenty of line dancing. Tomorrow we go to the doctor, follow that with shopping and in the evening I found a fancy, but not too expensive nightclub for your dining and dancing pleasure. Do you want to do our hair tonight and tomorrow?"

"Do we have time tonight?" I asked.

"We should. We will pick up Matt at 5:00 and there is no reason to go out until 10:00. Nothing will be happening until then."

"I always like to have my hair looking nice when I go trolling for guys. Then it's a plan."

We were sitting in the car when Matt came out of the dorm. He walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out and gave Matt a big hug and kiss on the lips. I told him, "You're even cuter than in your pictures." I offered my hand and introduced myself, "Matt, I'm Valerie and it is my pleasure to finally meet you. Cynthia has told me so much about you. I'm really looking forward to this weekend."

I then pushed the front car seat forward and jumped into the rear seat. Matt slid in, closed the door and leaned across to Cynthia to receive his kiss. "Hi Sweetie," she said at the same time that she handed Matt his lipstick. Matt gave her a questioning look and Cynthia just sat there watching Matt. He lowered his visor and used the vanity mirror to apply his lipstick. He slipped the tube in his pant pocket. Satisfied that his lipstick was handled, Cynthia started the car and headed home.

"How was your week?" she asked Matt. Matt was as talkative as Cynthia had indicated. An 'ok' was all he said. "Did you go to the fertility clinic and make your last sperm donation?"

Matt looked shocked. He cleared his throat and seemed to cough, then said to Cynthia, "We have a guest. I don't think we should be discussing this in front of her."

"Nonsense," Cynthia replied. "Valerie and I are best friends from since forever. We don't have any secrets between the two us, and I don't see any reason why the three of us can't be the same way. So, did you finish?"

"Yes," was all that he said.

"Sweetie, Valerie has a wonderful surprise for you, don't you Val?"

I slid forward in my seat so I could reach over the front seat and handed the Indiana ID card to Matt. "What do you think?"

"You look nice in your photo," and he started to hand the card back to me.

"Oh, no," I said as I waved for him to stop. "You don't understand. This ID is for you. You can use it to get into bars and other twenty-one year old places."

Cynthia added, "You will need it for Halloween. Some of the best parties will be in bars."

"That's right," I told him. "We can try it out tonight. So, do you like it? I wore your wig and did my makeup like yours. Here are the glasses. They help cover the picture to make us look more alike. If a bouncer questions your picture, put the glasses on and he won't be able to tell you from me. And the best part is it is a perfectly legal ID. It's not a forgery. Check the details to see if I got the right weight and height."

Matt took the glasses and looked much more carefully at the ID. "Thanks. It does look like Melissa. Let's see, the height is correct, but the weight is a bit high."

Cynthia looked over at him, "High? 135 is high?"

"Yea. Your diet is working. I am getting close to 130."

That's wonderful," she said. "You are making good progress. Keep it up. By the way, there is a catch to the ID."

"What?" He was taken by surprise.

"Valerie, you tell him."

"Matt, darling, I get to own you for the weekend." I looked at his face to see how he would react. He seemed shocked. Just the look that I was hoping for. "Well, not exactly own. In exchange for the ID, I would like the right to dress you this weekend. I want to pick out your clothes, and do your makeup and hair in exchange for the ID. Would you agree to that?"

Matt was at a loss for words. I just loved to do that to guys. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, don't worry. Nothing too brazen or sexy. Everything will be very tasteful." I waited for his answer.

He looked to Cynthia for help. "Cynthia, what do you think? Is this ok with you?"

"Of course it is dear. I have already told her that she is not allowed to hurt you or do any permanent damage." She paused for a few seconds to let that settle in before she started laughing. "I'm sorry, Matt. I couldn't help myself. Of course everything will be fine. Valerie and I have already talked about this, and she will dress you very conservatively and classy. She will not do anything that might embarrass you, or anything you don't want to do. I think you will like it. It will be very adventurous."

He reluctantly agreed to go along. "Great," I said. "The first stop will be the piercing parlor." Cynthia and I both started laughing when he jumped and turned around to stare at me. "Just kidding, just kidding." I loved doing that to men.

When we reached Cynthia's we plugged in three sets of hot rollers. Cynthia handed Matt over to me and I began his transformation. "Matt, did you shave before we picked you up?"

"I couldn't. There were other guys in the dorm bathroom."

"Very well, why don't you use the bathroom first. Get cleaned up and shave. And shave close!" When he returned the rollers were almost ready, but Matt had a few more things to do. "Matt, let's go look at your choice of undies and pick out your selection for tonight." We went through his drawer and picked out his gaff, bikini panties, his bra, corset, tights and a camisole with spaghetti straps. I instructed Matt, to put on his gaff and panties and give me a call when he was ready.

When I came back into the bedroom Matt was standing there waiting for me. "Ooohhh, those legs," I groaned. "You have got to get that leg hair off. It's hideous. I know, I know, gym and showers and all that stuff at school. Trust me, the first chance you get; wax! One other little piece of advice; keep going on the diet. You have a nice figure now, but as they say, you can never be too rich or too thin." There, I had toed the company line as Cynthia had asked, and now I could get back to business.

"Matt, let's put your tights on first. It will be easier to bend over without the corset." I watched him roll the tights and pull them up over his legs. He had done it before and was fairly adept at it. "Now, on with the corset. I'll tighten it for you. I'm going to pull it very tight, because with your narrow hips you need the contrast of a tiny waist." And I pulled it as tight as I could. He complained that he couldn't breathe, so I decided that I had it tight enough.

I went back to his dresser and took out the garters and applied them to the bottom of his corset. "You're going to be wearing stockings tonight, so you will need these." I took out some new, suntan stockings and helped him slide them up and button them in place. "Next, your brassiere. Good, and I want to slide these breast forms in for you." I gave him a smile and wink, "I was looking for a way to cop a feel, Honey." Last, he pulled the camisole over his head and I adjusted the straps.

"Looking good. Now, let's go do our hair. You sit here at the vanity, and I'll go get the curlers."

When I returned he said, "Those aren't for me, are they?"

"Of course they are."

"But my hair isn't long enough."

"You never know," I told him. "Let's set it and see how it comes out. You're probably right, it probably is too short, and we'll use your wig. But part of the fun of getting dressed-up is doing our hair. So lean back, relax, and enjoy your first set." His hair was short. It came down just a bit over the top of his ear, but I decided to attempt putting enough body into it for a pageboy style. I picked out the smallest curlers and began winding up his hair. "Matt, you have beautiful hair. Have you ever thought about letting it grow longer?" Another blatant Cynthia mind control statement.

"Cynthia asks me all the time to grow it long," he said, as he watched me in the mirror.

"Are you going to do it?" I asked.

"Yes, I will. But I started at such a short length to begin, it will probably take a long time to grow very much."

"Good for you," I encouraged him. "You will never regret it. Just make sure you start taking good care of it now, before it gets away from you."

I finished winding up all of his hair on the curlers. "Now, Cynthia is going to set my hair. Please stand behind me and watch what she does. I am going to ask you to wind up some of the curlers and you need to see how she does it."

I called Cynthia in from the kitchen. She took out a comb and separated the first section, and pinned some of the hair up out of her way. Then she rolled a curler into my hair. She explained everything to Matt as she went along. After six or seven curlers, Cynthia asked Matt to wind up the next one. He was all thumbs. "Don't worry," I told him, "I really like the punk look!" He pulled the curler out and tried again. "Better, but if you pull any harder my head will pop off." He started his second curler, being much more careful. His concentration was so great that he stopped breathing. I screamed and he almost fell over backwards. "Just kidding!" and both Cynthia and I started laughing. "Don't take it too seriously, Matt. When the rollers come out we brush the hair out anyway."

It was taking him a long time on each roller, so Cynthia took over and finished me up. Cynthia and I traded places and I alternated with Matt in rolling up Cynthia's hair. It took us twice as long as usual, but we all enjoyed it.

When we finished I asked Cynthia if she was ready to feed us. "I'm famished," I announced. "Matt, put on a robe and let's go eat."

We finished eating and we stacked the dishes in the sink. Cynthia went off to begin getting dressed, and I led Matt back into the bedroom and sat him down at the vanity. "How do you like having rollers in your hair?" I asked him.

"It feels different. Neat. I like it." Matt was a man of few words.

"Good for you," I praised him. "Place your hands on the vanity, palm down and I'll apply your finger nail polish. It took a couple of minutes to finish all ten, and I instructed him to keep them there while they dried.

"Now we start the fun stuff. I'm going to pluck off all of your eye brows so that we can paint on a new shape for you."

"What?" He was semi-screaming again. His eyes were bulging also. I just loved doing that to him.

"Relax, I'm only kidding. I won't pluck all of your brows. But I am going to shape them some. You have a lot of stray hairs under the brow and I'll take them out first. No one will ever notice it. Then I will attack your main brow and clean them up. I'm only going to take out long or straggler hairs. Your brow will be much neater, but not noticeably different in shape or arch. Let me know if this hurts."

He screamed at the first little hair I plucked. Then he smiled, really proud of himself, and announced, "Just kidding."

"This next one will hurt like hell," I told him, "and I'm not kidding." It took me about ten minutes to clean up each eye. Per Cynthia's wishes, I didn't pluck them into much of a curve.

"Next is your makeup. You are going to apply some of it, and I'll help when needed." We started with the foundation and worked our way to the eyes and lips. "I'll line your lips this time, that can be a bit tricky. You can color them in. You can color between the lines can't you?" He punched me on the leg. I asked how the sales lady had applied his eye makeup and he explained about the lighter shade around the eye and just under the brow. I had him apply his eye shadow. I took over for his brows, trying to make them look as thin and curved as I could. I also applied his eyeliner and smudged it to blend in nicely. I handed him the eyelash curler and explained how to use it. He curled his lashes and then applied a small amount of brown mascara.

"And now, the pièce de resistance," I announced with a flair. I reached into my purse and took out a set of false eyelashes. They were large, they were blue and they had sparkle on them. I showed them to Matt. "Beautiful, aren't they?"

"They are kind of pretty, but aren't they a bit too much?" he wanted to know.

"Not at all," I reassured him. "They are de rigueur in all the clubs right now. And not only are they not too much, we're going to add more. After we put on these lashes, I am going to lightly dust your face with glitter. Trust me girl, you are going to shine tonight!"

I took out the glue and squeezed a thin bead along the edge, and waved them in the air and blew on them to dry the glue. I handed the first lash to Matt. "Here, dry it a bit more, then I will put it on you." I prepped the other lash, traded with him and gently pressed it to his upper eyelid. We applied the second and then I took out the glitter. Using a brush, I lightly dusted the glitter onto Matt's forehead and upper cheeks.

"Voilà, girl. You are beautiful! Take off your robe and let's get you dressed." I went to the closet and brought back a long, suede skirt in camel color. It was the softest suede I had ever seen. It had a hidden back zipper and vent. "Does Melissa like?" I asked.

"Yes, Melissa likes," she answered.

Next I handed her a pink, angora sweater with long sleeves and a wide neckline. The sweater was form fitting and really accented Melissa's small waist. "Come back here and sit down at the vanity," I instructed. I unrolled her curlers while she watched. "You do have some nice curls," I said. I want to comb it out and see if we can make a presentable style. After a few minutes I decided that her hair was still too short. "Well, we tried. Did you like having the rollers in your hair?" She nodded yes. "Good. When your hair grows out you will love it. Let's put your wig on and pin it in place." I styled it a bit and sprayed it with hair spray. I gave her a set of hoop earrings. She removed her posts and put on the hoops. Then I gave her a gold chain to place around her neck.

"And last, you will need shoes." I returned from the closet with suede lace-up boots in camel. They had three-inch, spike heels and an inside zipper to get them on and off easier. I put them on Melissa's feet, since it was so hard for her to bend over in her corset.

"Stand up," I ordered. I handed her a brown purse with a long strap. "Put this over your shoulder, and hold the strap in front of you, like this," and I positioned her hand. "Now, walk over to that full length mirror and tell me what you think of our work."

Melissa walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it for a few moments. "Melissa like," she said.

"She had damn well better like it," I shouted. "She's gorgeous! Any problem with my choice of clothing now?"

"Nope, Melissa think Valerie very smart and talented." Melissa was beaming. And she did look pretty. Not beautiful though. Cynthia was right, she was a still a rough stone and she needed more polishing. But she would pass.

I pointed towards the bathroom. "You go in there and show Cynthia how talented Valerie is. Then you go sit in the living room, watch TV and don't mess anything up. It's time for Valerie to get ready."

Forty-five minutes later, we were ready. I took Melissa back into the bedroom and we picked out the items that she would need in her purse. I gave her a small billfold and made sure that her new ID was placed inside with a couple of bills. I also made sure she had her new glasses. Finally, I spritzed her with my perfume. She looked and smelled wonderful. It was going to be interesting to see how the rest of the night would turn out. I was psyched!

"Wait, before we leave, there is one last thing to do," I called. "Photos! This is Melissa's first time dressed-to-kill. We have to have pictures!" We spent almost thirty minutes making sure that we had nice pictures of the three of us. I even took a few pictures with my little digital camera that I carried in my purse.

Cynthia drove us to Bar-None Saloon and parked nearby. She let Melissa and I out of the car, and the two of them headed to the saloon. As I watched them walk away, I noticed that Melissa needed some help with her walk. I would mention it to Cynthia later. I strolled through a nearby store for about fifteen minutes and then headed to the saloon. I wanted to give the bouncer enough time to forget about the first Valerie Anderson. Once inside I found Melissa and Cynthia in short order. They had a high table that had four bar stools around it. They had already ordered three diet cokes and were waiting for me.

Melissa seemed in high spirits. "Valerie, these heels are great! For the first time in my life I don't have to jump up to get onto a bar stool."

We all laughed, but then I warned her, "But remember them when you get off that stool. It's easy to forget and twist an ankle. And something else, Melissa, I don't know if Cynthia warned you, but there are two things to remember in a bar. Never let your purse or your drink out of your sight. If you go dance, or head to the little girl's room, take both with you or have someone watch them for you."

"I understand the purse, but why carry your drink around?"

"Date-rape drugs, Honey. Never take a chance. There are a lot of ass-hole, low-lifes out there. Always watch your caboose. And speaking of cabooses, it's about time that we wiggle ours. Melissa do you know how to line dance?"

"Cynthia and I were at a dance studio a couple of weeks ago. I learned then. Let's go."

Cynthia took the first watch and stayed at the table. For the next hour we took turns dancing. Several times after we joined the line, a couple of guys would come and dance with us. They didn't say much as it was still early in the evening and they didn't have enough liquid courage yet.

A little later, the waitress brought over three cokes. "Compliments of the men over there," and she pointed them out to us. I waved them over. "What are you doing?" Melissa demanded. "Are you crazy?"

"Not at all," I said. "I'm sick of coke and I'm going to have these gentlemen buy me a drink. What do you want?"

Cynthia the mother spoke up, "You go ahead Val. I don't think Melissa should be drinking her first night out as a girl. There are too many new things happening to take such a chance. And I don't think I'll drink either. I need to keep my wits about me, in case Melissa needs my help."

"Cluck, cluck," I said to Cynthia. "Here they come. Hi, guys, I'm Valerie, and these are my friends Cynthia and Melissa." The three guys introduced themselves. "Thanks for the cokes, but I have had enough pop. What are you guys drinking?"

"Jack Daniels."

"Then me too. Would either of you big, strong men be interested in earning my undying gratitude and buy a girl a drink?"

I looked over at Melissa and her mouth was hanging open. I made a mouth closing gesture to her and smiled. "Would you other girls like a drink, too?" one of the guys asked.

Cynthia said no thank you and Melissa shook her head. One of the guys headed towards the bar. I decided that we needed to have more fun. "Do you guys know how to dance?" Melissa was curling up into a little ball. The guys said yes. "Great. Melissa, let's go dance with the gentlemen," and I grabbed Melissa and pulled her to the dance floor. The guys followed. We set up girl, boy, girl, boy and danced two dances.

We walked back to the table and the other guy was there, talking with Cynthia. Cynthia gave me one of those looks again. We all sat down and started sipping our drinks. Jack Daniels and cokes. We chatted a bit, asked where each of us was from, where we worked, what we did, blah, blah, blah. One guy was very interested in Melissa. Melissa had made sure to sit down next to Cynthia. Cynthia was intercepting most of the guy's questions. Melissa handled yes and no questions with a smile or shake of her head. Cynthia handled the others. Melissa didn't realize it, but her coy posturing was driving the guy crazy. Cynthia finally noticed it, but couldn't say anything. She announced that she had to go to the washroom and asked Melissa to join her. Melissa jumped out of her chair and practically dragged Cynthia behind her.

I knew I was in trouble, but I was loving this. My guy asked me to dance, but I begged off for a while. I wanted to be around when the two of them came back. I wanted to see their new strategy. I heard the cell phone in my purse ring. I took out the phone and answered.

It was Cynthia. "Valerie, would you please join Melissa and me in the ladies room?"

I was in a rebellious, but fun-loving mood. "And what if I don't want to?"

"Then Melissa and I will walk out the back door and go home. After you walk home, you will find the doors locked and I will not open them for you." She sounded serious.

I put the phone back in my purse and slung the strap over my shoulder. I addressed the guys, "Gentlemen, staff meeting. This will only take a few minutes, so don't leave. I'll be back in about five minutes." I gathered up our drinks, blew the boys an air kiss and headed to the meeting.

When I arrived in the bathroom, there were a couple other women there. Cynthia and Melissa were huddling in the far corner. I walked over and handed them their drinks. Trying to be as light-hearted as possible I asked, "Isn't this rather late for a staff meeting?"

Neither one smiled. I didn't realize how menacing Cynthia could sound whispering through clenched teeth. "Just exactly what are you doing out there?" she demanded.

I kept my up-beat voice, "Exactly what you want me to do."

"Say what?"

"You came here to get noticed, right? I'm getting you noticed."

"Say what again?"

"Come on, let's be honest about why we are here. First, you both are here to see if Melissa will pass, if she will be accepted as one of the girls. Second, you want to see how well she will pass. How pretty is she? We three think Melissa is very pretty, but you came here for confirmation. Will other people think she is pretty? Will they fall for her looks and charms? Third, you want Melissa to enjoy the situation. To have fun. Right?"

"No, that's not it at all," objected Cynthia.

"Yes it is," said Melissa. Her voice was low and she was looking at the floor. "Valerie is right. We should at least be honest about that. When I saw how beautiful Valerie had made me, I definitely wanted to go out and see what other people thought. I wanted to pass, to be considered pretty, to have boys come over and make a fuss over me. Last weekend when we were at the mall and those two boys came over and tried to pick us up, it … it was the neatest feeling I have ever had. When Matt goes out, nobody notices him. Nobody has ever noticed Matt, or given a flip about who or what Matt is."

Melissa paused for a couple of seconds. She was still looking at the floor, but then she looked right at Cynthia and continued, "But all of a sudden, to be noticed, to no longer be invisible … you can't imagine what a wonderful feeling that is. I've been on an ego trip all week. I can't bring myself down from it. When Valerie said she was going to dress me tonight, my stomach started doing flip-flops of excitement. My pulse went through the roof. Valerie is exactly correct about why we are here."

She paused again, and her eyes dropped to the floor. Her voice dropped to a whisper and she said, "But I'm afraid now. I'm scared. I love this, but it is going too fast. I don't know what to do, or how to handle myself or the situation. I don't want to get caught."

Cynthia and I were both silent. Cynthia looked at Melissa and said in a soft reassuring voice, "Melissa, we are both here to help you. We will help and support you in anything you want to do. What do you want to do?"

She looked at Cynthia, "I want to go back out there. But I don't know how."

Cynthia looked at me, "Valerie, what do we do?"

I gave it some thought and decided to play it on the run. "Honesty is the best policy."

Cynthia's voice became much louder, "What?"

"We tell the truth. Not all of the truth, just that part that helps us. Then we embellish a little. Listen," and I leaned a little closer to them, "we tell them that one of us girls is under age. We don't say which one, but they should be able to figure it out by themselves." I continued on until I had finished.

Cynthia stared incredulously at me for a couple of seconds. "Jesus Christ! Valerie, if I didn't know you better, I'd say that you had balls the size of doorknobs hanging between your legs!"

Cynthia almost never swore. I started to snigger. The corners of Melissa's mouth started to curl up and she broke out laughing. It took Cynthia a little longer to realize the irony in what she had just said. After we stopped laughing, we made a few adjustments.

"What do I do about my voice?" Melissa asked.

"Whisper," I said.

"Whisper?"

"Sure, whisper, and talk in a husky voice. I'll tell them you have been cheering all day, and you lost your voice."

'Cheering? They'll think I'm a cheerleader."

I gave her a big smile, "Honey, they're guys. You can tell them anything you want, or don't want. Guys aren't that bright when a pretty woman is sitting in front of them. Don't worry, it's not like they have any feelings to hurt."

Melissa knocked some of the smugness from my face with her reply, "Some of us do have feelings." I was starting to see why Cynthia liked this girl.

I walked back out to the table. The guys were still there. I sat down and leaned into the center of the table. I motioned the guys to lean in. I looked from one to the other in a conspiratorial fashion. "Gentlemen, are any of you involved in local law enforcement?" They all shook their heads no. "It was pointed out at the recent staff meeting, that we have a slight problem. Not you, us girls. This is a mea culpa, if you will. One of our party is a little underage." I paused and looked around again. "Ok, let's be honest, a lot underage. That in its self is a problem. But it gets a bit more complicated. She has a very protective sister who has placed herself in an awkward position. Are you sure none of you are in law enforcement?" I asked again.

Again, they all shook their heads no, and I knew that I had their attention. "Her older sister, who is also with us tonight, is a cop. She belongs to a local law enforcement organization. A very local organization. It would be very embarrassing indeed, even detrimental to her career, if anyone were to find out. Do you understand where this is going now?" They all shook their heads yes.

I continued in my conspiratorial tone, "Good. You see, you have us at a great disadvantage if anyone were to find out. You must understand, if the bar were to find out they might be a little harsh with us. It could put them in a position to loose their liquor license. On the other hand, they might call the police to escort us out. Now that would be a problem, because that local organization that a certain sister belongs to is the local South Bend police. She would eventually be disciplined and could even loose her job. But before that happens, you do realize how cops look out for their own?" A few more nods.

"Yes, they would make life very difficult for some people. At least short term. So, Cynthia and Melissa will be joining us shortly. And by the way," I looked at the guy who was hot for Melissa, "Melissa has a case of laryngitis, it's rather hard for her to talk tonight. She's been cheering all day."

The girls joined us. Cynthia and Melissa sat next to each other. I left room for one chair between Melissa and me, so her friend could sit between us. I wanted to monitor their conversation. The atmosphere seemed a bit tense. "Guys, these women need drinks, and I need a Marguerita. Its time to dance. Who's joining me?"

Things returned to normal. After dancing, I pulled out my camera and started posing people and making them interact. Melissa and her guy seemed to be back on good terms. They were talking and laughing. As the evening wore on, a slow dance came up. Melissa's guy asked her to dance. Before Melissa had time to think of an answer, I grabbed the guy's arm and sad I would love to dance. I took him out on the floor and said, "You can grope with me." Instead of putting my arms around his neck, I reached behind him and dug my nails into his cheeks. He got the idea and returned the favor. We ground our bodies together for the reminder of the dance.

We soon decided to leave. It was early and I was disappointed, but I agreed once Cynthia motioned towards Melissa. We were home and in bed before 1:00A.M.

The next morning I awoke and lay in bed until I heard the other two rustling. We met in the kitchen, wearing our robes, and had some coffee and toast. "Matt, how did Melissa like her first night out on the town?"

"Melissa had a great time. It was very educational. She has a lot to learn, but she really enjoyed it."

Cynthia sent Matt off to the bathroom to get ready for the doctor's office. "There is nail polish remover under the sink. Don't forget to use the alpha-hydroxy scrub. When you get out, put on your usual undergarments, jeans and a large flannel shirt."

When Matt had left, I asked Cynthia if she was mad with me about last night. "Valerie, I have to admit that at the time I could have strangled you. But it worked out nicely."

"Was Melissa ok with everything?"

"When we got in bed, she told me that it had been the best night of her entire life. She was mad at you to start with, but you made her think about what she really wanted. You ended up making a big impact on her. You helped her development tremendously last night. She really likes you now. Me too. You can be so exasperating at times, but I guess that's what makes you so special."

"Thanks. Are we ready for the doctor visit?"

Cynthia looked a bit nervous. "I think so. I gave him half a Valium at bedtime last night, and I just gave him another half in his coffee. We shall see."

When it was time to leave, Cynthia took Matt's lipstick out of her purse and handed it to him. "Wait, before we go, there is one little thing I want to do," she said. She came back with Matt's blush and a large makeup brush. "I want to give you just the slightest bit of color before we go out."

When we arrived at the doctor's office, Cynthia registered them both. I handed Matt a Seventeen Magazine. The nurse soon called in Cynthia. About 15 minutes later Matt was called. I sat reading for at least another 20 minutes before Cynthia returned. "Not very fast are they?" I said to break the ice. "How do you think it will go?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "We'll have to wait and see. I gave him my line, asked him to be gentle and that's all I know."

After almost a full hour at the office, Matt came walking out. "Are we ready to go?" he asked.

We walked silently to the car, and Cynthia opened the door for Matt and me.

Cynthia asked him if everything went ok in the doctor's office. He gave a yes, but no more. "Are we ready to shop then?"

"I'm always ready to shop," I said cheerfully.

"Me too," said Matt. He was smiling. He reached for Cynthia's purse. "I should probably freshen my lipstick before we get there." I saw Cynthia smile in the mirror.

We stopped at four different consignment shops. It was a successful day. At the first shop, Cynthia found the perfect black dress for Melissa to use for her witch costume. It was a black wrap-around, fastened at the side of the waist with a silver brooch. It was very form fitting, and had long sleeves that flared at the wrists. The bias-cut hem ended just below the knees and flared to give a soft, full look. It was only $15. She also found a black silk scarf to wrap around Melissa's neck. It was only $3. We found a black clutch purse and some long, dangling rhinestone earrings. The earrings were for non-witch occasions when Melissa wore the dress.

At the last shop, they bought a long formal dress for only $30. They were going to use that for their "debutante" costumes. Cynthia found a beaded white, clutch purse to go with the white, chiffon dress. And they finished the outfit with white three-inch open toed, strap heels.

We had a light snack and headed home. We had a dinner reservation at a very up-scale restaurant scheduled for 6:30. Cynthia and I plugged in the hot rollers and set our hair, and then I began dressing Melissa. I did her nails while we were waiting for the rollers to heat up, so that was out of the way first. I tried to cut Melissa in half with her corset. I wanted her to have a tiny waist for her dress. I made her makeup more dramatic than Friday night's. I used black for her eyebrows and eyelashes. For her eye shadow I used a dark plum, with charcoal in the crease. We had large black false eyelashes to finish off a very dramatic look for her eyes. For her lips we went to a darker lipstick than she had ever worn.

Her dress was a form fitting, lavender colored knit. It hugged her small waist and gave her some nice curves. It had long sleeves, and the skirt hung straight down to her ankles. I had her wear her black three-inch heels. Melissa added silver hoop earrings and a silver, threaded necklace. I spritzed her with my perfume, gave her a black clutch purse and sent her off for pictures.

We arrived at the restaurant, and they had valet parking. Very up-scale. They seated us immediately, and the servants began fawning over the three beautiful ladies. I noticed a couple sitting across the room from us. There was a nice looking woman, about 30 to 35, facing us and a much older gentlemen who was facing away from us. I noticed her glancing at our table every once in a while.

We ordered cocktails, I had a martini but Cynthia and Melissa stayed with soda. We ordered our entrees and they delivered our salads. I noticed Melissa squirming around in her seat. "You got a bug up your ass?"

She laughed lightly and answered, "Not exactly. It's kind of a guy thing."

"You got a boner?"

"Valerie, be quiet. I have to tuck in order to keep a smooth frontal appearance, and things have shifted rather uncomfortably."

"Go to the ladies room and readjust. Do you want one of us to come along?"

"That's ok. I'll be fine by myself," and off she went. Neither Cynthia nor I noticed the lady at the other table get up and follow Melissa.

Melissa returned and we finished a very nice meal. I, of course, did my best to entertain the other two ladies by harassing the male servers. I heard a cell phone beep and watched the older gentlemen at the other table answer his phone. I then watched and smiled as the lady and he had a nasty, and rather loud, conversation. He stood up and left. I caught her eye as she looked over at us, and I quickly looked away.

The lady finished, stood up and walked over to us. She stopped at the open chair between Melissa and me and said, "My, you are three pretty looking girls. And you are dressed so nicely. Might I inquire if you are going to the Diana Ross concert tonight?"

Cynthia responded no, that we were going out for a bit of dancing.

"Would you care to join me?" she asked. "I have four, front row tickets."

I was impressed. "Wow, how did you get those?"

"May I join you?" Cynthia and I both said yes, and she sat down between Melissa and me. "My husband, the rich ass-hole, I mean doctor, bought them at a charity raffle. He knows I love Diana Ross, and I made sure that he bid high enough to win them. I have two young daughters who were going to come with us, but somehow they contracted the phantom flu this afternoon. And just a few minutes ago, my husband received an emergency call from the hospital. He'll be playing poker in less than an hour. He left in a taxi, and I have four tickets and a limo waiting outside. Would you please join me for the evening?"

"It is most gracious of you to ask, and we would be thrilled to accept your invitation," I said. "Right?" as I looked over at the other two girls. They nodded yes also.

"That's wonderful. I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Susan Dennis. And you are?" She extended her hand towards me.

"My name is Valerie. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Cynthia and this is my friend Melissa."

She shook hands with everyone, and then turned to Melissa. "You are a very pretty, young lady, Melissa. Normally, I would never be so forward as to ask personal questions, but I have had the better half of a bottle of wine, and since we are going to share a limo, it doesn't hurt to know a bit more about each of us. Please excuse me, but are you a boy or a girl?"

Three mouths dropped open. Melissa stammered, "Ah, ah … I'm, ah … I'm a guy."

"I thought you might be. You are very pretty and very convincing. How long have you been dressing as a girl?"

Cynthia and I were still too shocked to jump in and help. "A week."

"A week? That's all?"

"Well sort of. Last week we bought my wig and makeup and we went into the mall to have my ears pierced. But I was wearing jeans and a big sweater so I wasn't really dressed up. Last night was the first time that I dressed up in a truly feminine fashion and went out in public." Melissa was so shocked by the question that she was telling everything.

"You look very good for being a novice. I'll bet these girls have helped you," she said in a very friendly voice.

"Yes they have."

Cynthia finally gained some of her composure. "How did you guess? Is it obvious?"

"No, no. It's not obvious at all. I've spent the entire night watching you, trying to decide if you were a real girl."

"What gave me away?" Melissa asked.

"It was no single thing. As I said, you look very pretty. It was a combination of several small things. Mostly it was your demeanor and physical motions that set me to thinking. You don't brush or toss your hair back like a girl might. That led me to suspect that you might be wearing a wig. Nothing wrong with a wig, but it was just something that seemed a bit unusual. Your hand motions and the way you move your shoulders weren't fluid and feminine. At one point you were fidgeting in your chair. When you got up to go the ladies room, I followed you.

"Oh, so we didn't meet by coincidence, then?" Melissa asked.

"No. Again, the way that you walked indicated that at the very least, you weren't used to high heels. When we met in the bathroom, you made it a point to hurry out. You didn't stop to freshen or even check your makeup. All girls check their makeup. And when I said hello, you gave a smile and a little grunt. Again, it didn't seem very feminine. It was all leading me to suspect something. And finally, when I came over to meet you, I noticed that your eyebrows are very bushy. Not too bushy, but more than I would have expected on a young woman who had obviously spent a lot of effort on her makeup and clothes."

"I'm not sure what to say," Melissa began. "I don't think it would be appropriate if I went to this concert with you."

"Nonsense. And don't worry. I don't think anybody else would ever notice. I had over an hour to study you, and I wasn't sure until I asked you."

"Should I do something different? Stay in the back or something?" Melissa was shaken and I think, she was ashamed that she had been made.

"Melissa, you look fine. I really want you to come and have a good time. To me, it's obvious that all you lack is practice. You've only been doing this for a week. Grace and feminine movement can't possibly be learned in a week. For some girls, they never learn it. You need practice, and this will be a perfect opportunity. Don't worry. You will never meet anyone who studies women like I do. You will be fine."

Susan changed the mood and started to organize. "We can all take my limo. Did you drive here?"

"Yes, I drove," answered Cynthia.

"No problem, when the concert is over, we will come by here and drop you off. Let me pay for your dinner."

Cynthia spoke up, "Oh, we couldn't allow you to do that."

"Nonsense. My husband will be happy to pay for your dinner, since you are so graciously joining me for the concert." Susan called the waiter over and handled the bill. "Shall we get going? I don't want to miss any of the concert."

Susan took Melissa by the arm and walked her out to the limo. Cynthia and I followed. After entering the limo, Susan took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, poured herself a drink and offered some to everyone else. Cynthia and Melissa turned down her offer, but I accepted. After a quick toast, Susan turned to Melissa and started covering her with questions.

"You've only been dressing up as a girl for one week?"

"Yes."

"Do you plan on dressing as a girl often?"

"Well, this was only a practice for Halloween."

"Halloween?"

"Yea, Cynthia asked me if I would dress up with her for Halloween."

"But now it is more than Halloween?"

Melissa looked around at Cynthia before answering. "I hope so. I kind of like it."

"So you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I enjoy it."

"What's the best part?"

"Being with Cynthia and Valerie. Getting the attention of the boys."

"You like to flirt?"

"Oh no, I just like the reinforcement that I'm pretty."

"Well, you are pretty. Did you dress as a girl when you were a child?"

"No, never."

"Did you have older sisters?"

"No."

"You had no childhood activities or desires towards acting like a girl?"

"None."

"Do you do your own makeup?"

"Not yet. Cynthia and Valeria do most of it. But I'm practicing so I can do it myself."

"Did the other girls pick out your makeup?"

"Cynthia did in a way. She took me to Merle Norman, and helped pick out the right colors and all."

"You went to a mall and had a make-over?"

"It wasn't at a mall, but yea, it was a make-over."

"And who picked out your wig? It fits your looks very nicely."

"Again, Cynthia took me to a wig shop and we had the saleslady help us pick out the right wig."

"Obviously you're wearing a bra. Do you like wearing a bra? Many girls think they are too confining."

"I love wearing a bra, I enjoy the tightness and fit."

"Your breasts look very life-like. How did you do that?"

"We bought breast forms."

"How very clever. You look very well proportioned. Your waist is too tiny! Are you really that small?"

"No, I wear a corset and we pull it very tight."

And on and on the questions came. Susan was obviously obsessed with Melissa and her appearance. Cynthia and I were feeling like the black sheep of the family. When we arrived at the concert, Susan took Melissa's hand and led her into the hall. She gave each of us our tickets and led us to the front row, just a bit off center. The seats were fantastic. The concert was late getting started, but was worth the wait. Cynthia and I had almost no access to Melissa. Susan totally dominated her attention.

On the way back in the limo, Susan kept spraying questions at Melissa. Where did she get her foundation garments? What was the name of the store? Who helped her? Where did she get her ears pierced? What perfume was she wearing? It was like Susan was getting a crash course on feminizing a boy. In fact, I am sure that is what Susan's intentions were. Some lucky boy somewhere was going to have fun with Susan.

When Susan dropped us off at our car, she asked Melissa for her telephone number. Melissa rightfully refused. Cynthia suggested that Susan give Melissa her number, and maybe Melissa could call her at a convenient time and give her more information and instructions. Susan wasn't happy, but she accepted.

On the way home I started to kid Cynthia and Melissa. "Well, I think you created a monster tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Susan. She was absolutely obsessed with you, Melissa. All of those questions were to help her find her own boyfriend and turn him into a girl. I think it was very obvious."

"I was thinking the same thing."

"And I think she is used to getting her own way. She certainly plays the spoiled housewife role. Daddy probably supplies her with plenty of money and time. I'll bet she's the trophy wife that he only pays attention to when he takes her out in public. Now, she is going to have something to keep her busy at home."

When we arrived at home it wasn't very late. We all changed into our negligees and robes, and sat in front of Saturday Night Live sipping a little wine.

Sunday morning I woke up and lay in bed until I heard some stirring come from the bedroom. I went to the little girl's room, then went to Cynthia's bedroom. I knocked and announced, "Wittle Valerie is afraid of ghosts. She want to crawl in bed with mommy and daddy." I lifted the bed covers on Matt's side of the bed and slid in next to him. "This is better. Valerie feel much safer now. Wow, these sheets are slippery. How do you manage to stay in bed and not fall out on your head?"

Matt answered, "I have slid out a couple of times, and I landed on my head. But fortunately, it's so hard there was no damage done."

Cynthia made a few comments about baby Valerie, but we soon settled down. "How did Melissa like her weekend?" I asked.

Matt was lying between Cynthia and me, and he was obviously very comfortable. "Melissa had a very good time. Valerie is very good at entertaining everyone. And Melissa really liked the clothes that you brought with you. I loved wearing them."

"Then why don't you keep them? I won't wear them if I take them back. Enjoy." I told him.

"Thanks. That's really nice of you. And thanks for the new ID."

"I would like to loan you my camera for Halloween. Would you take it out with you and take some pictures of the two of you enjoying the parties? I can get it back from you at some other time, but I would like it back. But you have to make sure that you share all the pictures with me."

"That's a good idea," Matt said. "I would love to take pictures."

We continued to cuddle in the bed and share small talk. Cynthia addressed Matt, "Before you leave today, don't forget to clean you nail polish off, and let me apply some nail hardener."

"Ok."

"And I have a care package for you to take home."

"A care package? What's in it?"

"There are a couple of things," and Cynthia began to tick them off. "First, there is some alpha-hydroxy cleanser for your face. Make sure you use it every morning before you shower. Second, there is a new moisturizer for you face. Our company just introduced it. It will soften your skin and help eliminate future wrinkles. It has 15 spf to protect your complexion from the sun."

"Will it make Melissa's complexion softer and prettier?" Matt asked.

Cynthia grinned. "Yes, it should make Melissa's skin prettier. Also, there is a jar of Noxema for cleansing your skin before you go to bed each night. Please remember to use it. And last, there is a tube of gel that you should rub into you chest and shoulders. It will help retard hair growth, so you won't have to shave as often."

"Will it make Melissa's boobies bigger?" Matt was smiling.

Cynthia seemed to be caught off guard. "Is that what Melissa wants? Bigger boobies?"

"Don't all girls want bigger boobies?" he responded with another smile.

"I guess they do," Cynthia said. "Will you promise to use everything I give you?"

"I promise. Cross my bra and hope to die." All of us laughed. It was time to get some coffee.

After breakfast, we all cleaned up and changed out of our negligees. Melissa removed her nail polish and Cynthia applied some nail hardener. Matt's finger nails were starting to grow, but they were still considered short for a girl. Cynthia handed Matt his lipstick and he applied it, and then put it into his pocket.

"Don't you want me to keep that in my purse?"

Matt said, "No. I'll try and use it on a regular basis."

I gave Matt a big hug and kiss before he headed out the door. Cynthia took him back to his dorm and returned about a half hour later.

When Cynthia returned I told her he knows. "Knows what?" she asked.

"He knows what you gave him."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely. He knows. When you mentioned the moisturizer he asked if it would make Melissa prettier. And when you mentioned the gel for rubbing on his chest, he asked if it would make his tits bigger. That is what you gave him isn't it? Hormones?"

"You really think so? That he knows?" Cynthia was lost in thought for a second. "Yea, you're right, that is what was in them. Estrodiol in the moisturizer and Noxema, and progestagens in the gel. They are meant to make her face and skin prettier and her boobs bigger. Maybe you're correct."

"Damn straight I'm correct. I could read it all over his face and in his voice. And he also took his lipstick didn't he? He's not worried about his roomy finding it anymore. How odd."

We spent some more time talking and down loaded the pictures from the weekend. Melissa was starting to look like a real beauty. The pictures were getting more interesting week by week. Finally, lunch rolled around. I had a bite to eat and then I had to leave. We agreed to go out Friday and Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend. I was looking forward to seeing what progress Melissa would make by then.

 

Chapter 7

 

Excerpts from Melissa Ann May's diary  (First entry October 14, 2002)

 

I left Cynthia's house on Sunday with a new outlook on life.  That weekend had been an epiphany for me.  Valerie's dressing me, and my new feminine appearance was part of it.  The confession in the girl's restroom at the Western Saloon continued my growth.  The doctor talking about hormones made me come to grips with what I was playing with, and Susan making me cemented my true feelings.  I really did like being a girl.  Even if I was just playing at it, I loved everything about it and I wanted to get better at it.

I suspected that this was what Cynthia had in mind the entire time.  She was spending too much time on girly things for just a weekend of costumes and Halloween.  She wanted me to become feminine.  I was sure that the cosmetics and cleansers that she gave me in my 'Care-Package' contained hormones or something like them.  I wasn't sure why Cynthia wanted to feminize me.  And even though I would have to confront her at some time, I didn't want to do it just yet.  I liked what was happening and I wanted it to continue.

There were going to be some tough decisions down the road.  The doctor had outlined some of the benefits and dangers to hormones.  I wasn't sure how far I wanted to go.  I didn't think I wanted to go all the way.  All the way to SRS was just too scary to think about.  And how far did Cynthia want me to go?  Was this just a game with her, or did she really like me?  And again, that nagging question as to why Cynthia was doing this to me.  Or why I was doing it to myself.

I would confront all of the questions later.  For now, I was truly committed to my path.  I would religiously use the cleansers and cosmetics that Cynthia had given me.  I would wear my lipstick all the time.  I was going to get serious about my diet.  I had dropped over 5 pounds, but that was just the beginning.  I would drop my weight from 130 to 120 pounds for starters.  I would take care of my hair and grow it long.

I started watching girls more carefully.  How they walked and moved, tossed their hair, held their head and hands and arms and how they stood.  I studied their posture.  I memorized their facial expressions.  How they held their attention on a speaker.  How they dissed someone they didn't like.  I watched and watched.  I wished Cynthia had shown this to me before.  But no matter, I was going to do my homework.

When I stayed with Cynthia on weekends, I asked her to help me practice everything.  On Friday nights I would immediately put on my foundation garments and heels.  I would walk, sit, stand, sit, cross my legs, stand and walk some more.  I would practice swaying my hips or placing one foot directly in front of the other foot while walking.  Cynthia gave me a pair of four-inch heels to use for practice.  She said if I could master four-inch heels, three-inch heels would be a breeze.  On Saturdays I insisted on hitting the malls or walking outside for more practice.

Friday nights we normally spent at her house to save money.  I would practice applying makeup.  Cynthia would let me do every step.  She sat there and watched everything, offering suggestions and hints.  Often she would help wipe off mistakes as I would try a second or third time.  She was very patient with me.  Sometimes we would watch movies when I was finished with my practice, but I preferred to take pictures.  The pictures that Cynthia took of me, gave me an opportunity to step back and look at what I had done.  It gave me a chance to be more objective and improve my techniques.  I also liked taking pictures of Cynthia.  I was becoming more interested in photography, and I had decided that I would change my major in the second semester.  I started taking out library books on modeling and photography.  I was very interested in nude photography.  Not for the titillation, but for the serene beauty of the female form.  I wanted to explore all the facets of nude photography; the lighting, the modeling, the posing and everything about it.

On Saturday's we always went shopping in the afternoon.  Mornings were always reserved for Cynthia's trip to the beauty salon.  I enjoyed accompanying her.  I loved the smell and all the women busily moving about.  The weekend after Valerie's visit, I had my first opportunity to sit in the styling chair.  Pamela trimmed my hair and cleaned up the back of my neck.  She and Cynthia decided to part my hair down the middle and start growing it evenly on both sides.  It was now just over the top of my ears and growing slowly.  Too slowly.  I was getting anxious for it to grow faster.  Pamela recommended a new shampoo and crème rinse, which I quickly bought and began using.

Saturday evenings were 'date' night.  We always went out somewhere; movies, dinner, dancing or just walking.  These times were reserved for Melissa to practice what she had learned.  Melissa loved to dress up, and Cynthia encouraged her to dress as femininely as possible.  Melissa never wore pants or slacks, always skirts or dresses.  She always wore heels and full makeup.

And evenings always finished with Melissa and Cynthia wearing beautiful, satin or silk negligees to bed.  Melissa was in heaven.

The Sunday before Halloween, Melissa applied her own nail hardener.  Her nails were too long for a man, but still too short for a woman. After letting them dry, Cynthia led me to the computer and she loaded the pictures that we had taken when I was trying on wigs.  "I have a special surprise for you.  I am going to get you a hair weave for Halloween."

"Does that mean I will have more hair?" I asked.  This sounded exciting.

"Yes.  We will go in on Wednesday afternoon and have your hair dyed to match the color of the weave that you choose.  The hair dye is only temporary.  It will wash out in 3 to 5 washes, depending on how strong your shampoo is.  Then on Thursday afternoon you will receive your weave.  The technician will actually weave and attach strands of hair to your existing hair.  It will be very secure and will not fall out.  It will be so tightly bound, it will be just like your own hair.  You can choose hair strands of any length you like.  She will then cut and style the hair however you want.  On Monday morning, after Halloween, we will have to return to the salon so that the stylist can remove the strands.  So you have to promise to work ahead in your studies so that you can take off Thursday afternoon, all day Friday and Monday morning.  Is that ok?"

"Absolutely."  I was already trying to think of some way that I could leave the hair weave in longer.  "How long will the strands be?"

"As long or as short as you want.  They can put in strands that hang down to you cute little tush, if you like.  However, the longer the more expensive.  Now, what we need to do here is choose a color that you like and get a rough idea of how you want it styled.  Let me point out, that for witches the hair is usually left straight, for French maids it is usually very curly, but straight is also normal, and for our debutante costume I want you to wear your hair in an up-do.  So let's look at what we have here."

"So is this why you wanted to take all of the pictures when I was trying on wigs?" I asked.

"One of the reasons, sweetie.  Which color do you like the best?"

"I am not sure," I answered.  "Which do you think would be best?"

"I'm not going to say.  I want this to be your choice.  You make your choice and then I will tell you my favorite.  But I won't let you change your mind after I tell you."

After looking back and forth through the pictures I chose blonde.  "And how long would you like it?"

"As long as you can make it.  Is the bottom of the shoulder blade too long?"

"Not at all.  Remember, long hair can be difficult to live with.  But this will be a wonderful opportunity for you to learn this.  It's all set then.  Wednesday I will pick you up at 4:30 and take you to the salon.  Bring a baseball hat.  You can wear it to classes Thursday morning to hide your new color.  You should plan on staying here Wednesday night."

"Oh, do I have to?" I whined.  "Now tell me.  What color would you have chosen?"

"I like auburn and red on you.  I think they make you look very sexy.  Someday we'll dye your hair one of those colors.  Does that sound ok with you?"

It sounded like heaven with me.  "Yes, I would like to see what I look like as a red head.  You said that we would have it removed on Monday morning.  What would happen if we wanted to leave it in a little longer?"

Cynthia looked surprised.  "Really?  Well, that is up to you.  You are the one that has to wear it to school.  Depending on how long you want it, it might be difficult to hide.  And your hair will lose its color the more you wash it.  Once the two colors no longer match, it will not look realistic.  But it's your choice."

"If I did decide to keep it for a while, could I stay here?"

"Ah ha!  So that's it!  You're scheming.  Sweetie, I have a little problem with you staying here too much.  I'm concerned that it will take your attention away from school.  Your grades are very important."

"Is that the only reason?  Because I can assure you that I can keep my grades up.  I haven't had anything but an A since seventh grade gym.  After gym became attendance based and not ability based, my grades have been straight A's," I said proudly.  "Besides, I'd like to offer something else.  Maybe I'm being pushy, and you just say so if you think I'm out of line.  But, think about this.  I'm making you spend a lot of your money.  You spend all of this money on me, I'm sure hair weaves aren't cheap, all the clothes and wigs and makeup, and …"

Cynthia interrupted me, "You made your point, go on."

"Well, I was just thinking, and just think about this, you don't have to say anything, but maybe if I stayed with you I could help with your rent and utilities and expenses."  I was so nervous that I was shaking.  I really, really liked Cynthia and I was scared to death that I might have just put an end to it.  You can't push people too hard.   I thought she liked me, but I wasn't sure how much.

Cynthia just started smiling at me.  My heart was going a mile-a minute but I liked the smile.  She came over to me and kissed me.  I thought that was more promising.  "Sweetie, I love you.  And I think I know what you're getting at.  Aren't you on scholarship?  Don't you have to stay at the dorms?  You don't have any other money do you?"

"It wouldn't be this semester, and I don't have to stay at the dorms.  They don't have enough dorm rooms as it is.  They won't mind me moving out.  I get a monthly check for expenses and tuition.  They don't care if I pay rent to the University or an off-campus rental unit.  What do you think?"

"I think it is a bit premature.  Please, don't take this as a rejection.  Please.  Let me think about it a little bit.  Can I answer you after Halloween?"  She was trying to let me down as carefully as she could.  It was probably obvious that my expression showed how disappointed I was.  She tried to cheer me up.  "Sweetie, don't read anything negative into my answer.  It's a big step.  I am concerned about your grades and attention to school.  I want to think about how my travel and business schedule will work with your studies.  Trust me, I'm considering several things that will impact us both on a practical and relationship basis.  Will you wait for an answer?"

What was I going to say?  No?  I'm going to go live with someone else who will let me dress up as a girl?  Damn it!  I was starting to like this.  And I was really starting to like Cynthia.  "I'm sorry to be pushy.  Of course I can wait a little while for your answer.  I was just thinking of how I could help, and show how much I appreciate everything that you have done for me.  I really mean that."

She gave me a nice kiss.  We finished up and Cynthia drove me back to the dorms.  As tough as it was, I hit the books hard.

Wednesday I was waiting for her outside the dorms.  When she pulled up at 4:30 promptly, I had already been waiting for half an hour.  She gave me a kiss and opened the car door.  When she had sat down, I pulled down the visor and applied my lipstick while she watched.  "Guess what?"  I teased.  "I've lost another three pounds.  I'm down to 124 pounds!"

Cynthia appeared pleased.  "That's great.  You're really doing well.  I am so proud of you.  Well, are you ready for the start of a wonderful time?"

"My little heart is going pitter-patter at slightly under a hundred miles per hour."

"So is mine.  This will be your first real experience in a beauty salon.  I'm looking forward to it as much as you are, I bet.  Since this is your first real, serious styling, I brought my camera.  I want to take pictures of you getting your hair colored.  Is that all right with you?"

I didn't hesitate for a minute, "Of course it is.  Actually, now that I think about it, we have a vast pictorial chronology of my metamorphosis into Melissa.  That makes me happy.  Please, take lots of pictures."

We arrived at the salon and Cynthia opened my door.  She offered me her arm and I took it. "This isn't your usual salon," I said.

"Our normal salon doesn't do hair weaves.  These people have a great reputation.  Shall we?"   She led me into the salon with me on her arm.  We stopped at the receptionist.  "Hi, this is Melissa, and she has a 5:00 appointment with Francis."

"Welcome.  Please have a seat and I'll tell Francis that you are here."

We barely sat down and a gorgeous, tall woman came over to us.  "Hi, I'm Francis.  Welcome to Marcel's.  You must be Melissa," and she extended her hand towards me.  We shook hands and she then introduced herself to Cynthia.  "Please, walk this way."

Francis led us to her room, and had me sit in her styling chair.  "Melissa, you have a very nice facial structure.  You are going to be an exceptionally pretty girl when I am finished with you.  Tell me, have you decided what you want?"

I looked at Cynthia, expecting her to answer, but she merely looked at me.  It was up to me.  This was going to be my show.  "Well," I said stalling for time, "I would like to have platinum blonde hair.  That is how I want my hair dyed.  And I would like my hair to extend quite long, to the bottom of my shoulder blades … my mid-back. Is that ok?"

"That's fine!  No problem.  Let me bring some samples of hair, we'll pick out the best color for you, and then we'll proceed."  Francis left the room and Cynthia stepped in front of me and took two pictures.  Her strobe flashed in my eyes.

"Will that be ok?" I asked her.

"This is your styling sweet heart.  I want you to make all of the decisions.  If you really want help, ask me and I'll help you.  But I want you to make the decisions if you will.  Ok?"

"Yeah," I whispered.  It was sinking in, this was going to be my first hair styling and I would make all of my own decisions.  It was a bit scary.

Francis returned with a dozen color swatches.  I never knew there were so many variations of platinum blonde.  We went through all of them one by one, and I finally picked a color.  "Splendid, Melissa.  Give me a moment to prepare the coloring.  Now, you understand that this is not permanent coloring.  It will gradually wash out in five or six washes.  If you use a strong shampoo it will wash out faster.  What shampoo do you use?"  I told her.  "That is a mild shampoo, your color may last a bit longer."

She returned about fifteen minutes later and began the procedure.  I was enthralled.  I was in heaven.  The physical tugging and massaging was wonderful.  We talked about potential styles; straight, soft curls, tight curls, up-dos and on and on.  Cynthia told her that we would return on Saturday morning for an up-do.  "That is wonderful," she said.  Francis seemed so honest and sincere.  She wanted me to be happy with her performance.  She really cared about how well my hair turned out.  "With the long hair that you want, we have tons of options for your up-do."  She went and got me a book of hair designs.  I leafed through it as she continued to talk and color my hair.  Cynthia took picture after picture.  Did I say that I was in heaven?  Every male on the face of this planet should be allowed to just once enjoy the pure, tactile pampering that I was experiencing.

As she finished the procedure she gave me a list of dos and don'ts.   I listened very carefully.  I wanted this hair color to last as long as possible.  I memorized every word she said.  When we finished, I gave her a big hug.  I couldn't help myself.  Cynthia and Francis looked at each other and smiled.  "Am I to assume that she likes it?" Francis asked Cynthia.

"Yes she does!" I answered.

We returned to Cynthia's home.  I changed into my negligee and asked Cynthia to take some pictures of me with my new hair color.  I was so excited that I didn't want to go to bed.  I couldn't wait until tomorrow afternoon.

The next day I went to my two morning classes with my baseball hat hiding my hair.  I wanted to pull the hat off and yell to everyone in class, "Look at my new hair color!"  I loved it.  Every time I passed a mirror or window I was looking at myself.  Cynthia finally picked me up at the quad and took me back to her house.  She had given me a choice as to how I wanted to dress for my salon appointment.  There wasn't a second's hesitation by me, "I'm going as Melissa."

I quickly cleaned up and changed into my under garments.  I wore Valerie's suede skirt and sweater.   After applying my makeup, by myself, I put on my chestnut wig.  "As much as I love you," I told the wig, "I'm looking forward to my new hair.  But don't despair, I shall return to you."

Cynthia and I had decided that we would return home after the salon and change into our costumes at that time.  But before going to the salon, we decided to attach my breast forms.  With my bra and breast forms in place, Cynthia took a small pen and made tiny marks on my chest, showing the outline of the breast forms.  I then removed my breast forms and bra.  We laid the breast forms in their boxes and painted their entire bottom side with acrylic cement.  Cynthia painted my chest inside the lines, with the same cement.  It took about fifteen minutes for all of the cement to dry.  Cynthia then pressed the breast forms against my chest where they stuck very firmly.  Just to be safe, I held the forms in place while Cynthia placed my bra on me and fastened it.  The brassiere held the breast forms firmly in place and allowed them to dry tightly against my skin.  They were now attached semi-permanently.  I would be able to do anything, including take a shower, without them falling off.

I had real, almost, breasts.

We arrived for our 2:00 P.M. appointment and didn't have to wait long for Francis.  She seemed as excited as I was.  "Let's get started," she said.  "If you are half as excited as I am, we'll both explode if we wait any longer."

It took her three hours to weave the hair.  It was exquisite.  I loved it.  It was long.  It was pretty.  It was smooth and shiny and felt like silk.  I was too excited for words.  She then sprayed water on it, not too much too wash out any color she assured me.  She prepared to give me my first wet set.  It just got better and better.  After trimming the hair to a uniform length, she rolled it on medium size curlers, then put me under the dryer for almost 45 minutes.  I sat in the noise and hot air reading a Cosmopolitan magazine, my legs crossed in my most feminine posture, and loving the fragrances and heat.  Twice she returned and checked my progress, before she announced me ready.  She removed the curlers while I watched in her mirror.  My long, luxurious hair was curly!  It was wonderfully curly.  I was having heart palpitations.  Then she started to brush it out.  I almost wanted to yell at her to stop.  'No.  Don't brush out my curls!  They're beautiful!  Leave them alone!'  But I held my anxiety and allowed Francis to finish styling my hair.  She finished with a cloud of hair spray.

I was through.  My hair was finished.  Cynthia had slightly less than a thousand pictures of my journey, but they would never replace the fantastic memories that I had just collected.  I loved my hair.  Blonde!  Platinum blonde!  Chestnut seemed too ordinary now.  Long, beautiful, curly, platinum blonde hair!  I looked like a different woman.  I felt like a different woman.  I shook my head and my hair flew back and forth and landed where it had started.  It seemed so natural.  It felt so wonderful. I could feel a slight tingling and tightness on my scalp where my hair and the weave were woven together.  It added to the exhilaration.

Cynthia and Francis watched and smiled.  Cynthia said something to Francis and they both started to laugh.  I didn't care.  I was about 10,000 feet above them.  I gave Francis a hug.  I gave Cynthia a hug and a big, long, passionate kiss.  People were watching us with shock and amazement on their faces.

I knew that somehow I had to extend the lifetime of my new hair.  Somehow it just had to last more than one weekend.

It was almost 7:00 P.M. when we left the salon.  I walked hand in hand with Cynthia out to the car.  As she drove us home, I had to fight myself all the way.  I wanted to roll down the window and hang my head out like a big golden retriever.  I wanted to feel the wind blowing through my hair.  I wanted to yell at everyone we passed, 'Look at me! I have beautiful hair!'

When we reached home, I had calmed down a little.  Cynthia wanted to take a couple of pictures under the studio lights.  She then pulled my hair behind my head and wrapped it in a scrunchy.  I washed off my makeup and we went to the kitchen to eat.  I couldn't help myself, as I whipped my ponytail back and forth, hitting my self on each cheek and loving the feel of it.

We finished a light dinner.  "Have you calmed down yet?" Cynthia asked.

"Heck no!" I squealed.  "I'm going to go crazy for a week.  Think you can handle that?"

She wiped tears from her eyes as she laughed.  "No, I don't think I can handle that.  How about you calm down just enough so that I can get us dressed for our night out.  Let's get changed and then do our makeup together."

We both returned to the bedroom and I removed my camisole and bra, and replaced them with their black counterparts.  Then I pulled on black stockings and attached them to my garters.  The stockings had seams up the back.  I put on my black three-inch heels and then slid into my black wrap-around dress.  Cynthia dressed herself in a similar dress and we sat down together at the vanity.

Before applying any makeup, Cynthia took two latex witches noses that she had purchased at the costume store, and applied natural rubber latex around the edges of the noses.  She allowed them to dry for two or three minutes, then pressed them onto our faces.  They looked very large, very crooked, and very authentic.

After applying my foundation to my face and nose, Cynthia gave us both a very dark blush.  She applied it extra heavy.  We each brushed a deep, jet-black brow pencil through our eyebrows.  I had slowly plucked my brows over the last week, so they were much thinner and more arched than before.  Cynthia applied a dark charcoal eye shadow over our entire eyelids.  We both lined our eyes using a heavy, kohl eyeliner and we blended it into the eye shadow.  We curled our eyelashes and applied three heavy coats of mascara.  I managed to smear mine and make my lashes stick together, but Cynthia took an eyelash comb and separated them.  Our eyes were now dark and ominous.

Cynthia did our lips.  She used a dark brown lip liner to give us full lips, and then filled them in with a slightly lighter, but still very dark brown lipstick. She tied a black silk scarf around our necks, and then she handed me a pair of black cat, pierced earrings, which I slipped through the holes on my earlobes.  We each spritzed with Cynthia's perfume.  Finally, Cynthia applied black nail polish to our nails.  We sat and talked for twenty minutes while we let it dry thoroughly.

Cynthia had bought us each a felt witches hat.  We pinned the hats on to secure them for the evening.  She had also stopped at an Amish broom shop and bought us each an unfinished, straw broom.  It was uneven and clumpy.  They looked like the brooms that the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz had used.  We took our usual batch of studio pictures, grabbed our purses and headed for the campus.

Going down to campus turned out to be a fiasco.  We didn't stay long.  The frat boys were drunk and very obnoxious.  We entered two bars that were sponsoring costume contests, but both were packed to the rafters.  I was groped by so many drunken adolescents, that I would have lost my boobs if they hadn't been glued down.  There were many costumed people wandering the streets and showing off their costumes.  We joined the parade for a while, but it was a bit too chilly for us.

Cynthia took my arm and walked me back to her car.  She drove us over to the yuppie part of town and we found a much more civilized bar.  If we weren't the center of attention, we were close to it.  We were quickly nicknamed the Blonde Witch and the Brunette Witch.  We had several different individuals or groups of guys come by to talk with us.  The 'Cat Woman' joined us for half an hour and we talked about hair care of all things.  I spoke in a whisper with a slightly husky tone to my voice.  It wasn't very feminine, but it served the purpose.  No one made me out as a guy.

We had a very nice time.  I even danced twice.  Not line dancing, but free-style.  One man kissed me on the cheek after the dance.  Several men bought us drinks, including a couple of beers.  We ignored the beers and stayed with our soft drinks.  It was fun and exhilarating.  Men hitting on us, trying out their best lines, dropping sexually drenched innuendos, and I was flirting with many of them.  Cynthia stayed by my side and reined me in when I was getting a little out of control.

It turned into a late night by our standards.  We left the bar at 1:00 A.M. and walked back to the car while holding hands.  Cynthia gave me a kiss before opening the car door for me.  I sat the way I had been taught; legs together on the pavement as I sat down, then held together as I swung them into the car and straightened my dress before giving Cynthia permission to close my door.

I was still feeling the glow of a wonderful evening when we reached Cynthia's house.  It was late, so we immediately cleaned up and went to bed.  Cynthia asked me to wear my red negligee and matching bikini panties. She gave me a sleeping brassiere to help hold my breast forms in place, and protect them.  I slid into bed and waited for Cynthia to clean up and join me.

She walked to her side of the bed, then slipped under the sheets and cuddled next to me.  She stroked my hair while she passionately kissed me.  "Sweetie," she said softly, "I forgot to tell you.  We received some wonderful news from the doctor.  Just as we expected, we have both been given a clean bill-of-health."  Then she laid her head on my ersatz breasts and ran her hand over my stomach down to my crotch and began to stroke my penis through my negligee.  I was beginning to melt.  After a few minutes, she pulled up the hem of my negligee and slid her hand underneath.  She stroked the tip of my penis, which was protruding out of the top of my bikini panties.  Next, she slid my panties down to my knees, where I was able to kick them off.

Her warm hand slowly and softly stroked me.  I was becoming very excited  "Wait just one second, my love," and she rolled over to her side of the bed and took out a condom.  She carefully rolled it down over my erection.  She slid up to French kiss me as she lifted her leg over my body and straddled me.  Then she slowly lowered herself down, and took Melissa's virginity.

 

Excerpts from Cynthia's L. May's diary

 

I woke late the next morning, lying next to Matt with my arm over his stomach.  I began to softly rub his stomach and breasts, feeling the smooth satin of his negligee against my fingertips.  I was filled with a warm, wonderful feeling.  I had been looking forward to consummating our love, and last night had been perfect.  Matt had been as docile and submissive as I had dreamed and hoped.  He responded wonderfully to my guidance.  It was a beautiful way to lose one's virginity - for both of us.

"Wake up my pretty lover.  Time for a kiss."  I leaned over his mouth and pressed my lips against his.  I pushed apart his lips and slid my tongue in as far as I could reach.  "Good morning, Sweetie."

"Good morning.  Thank you for the best night of my entire life."

"That was just the beginning.  Let's agree to make every day and every night better than the last one.  Do you think we can do it?"

"I don't know, but I sure want to try."  Matt gave me a beautiful smile, and I just had to kiss him again.  "How about we put on our robes, have a leisure breakfast and lounge around the house all morning."

"That sounds awful ambitious.  Do you think we can manage?"

"Let's try, Matt"

"Cynthia," he whispered.  "Would you do me a favor, please?"

"Anything my dear."

"For this weekend, while I have my long hair and breasts, would you call me Melissa?"

"Anything for Melissa.  After I collect another kiss, we should get going before I start getting bed sores."

Around three in the afternoon, we finished a video that was a week over-due.  We had been cuddling on the couch watching it.  "We should probably start getting ready for tonight.  I want to set your hair.  Think you can handle that?"

I took her to the kitchen and lightly sprayed her hair with the sink hose.  I wrapped a towel around her hair and neck, led her into the bedroom and sat her at my vanity, where I proceeded to set her hair.  I made her hold my curler bucket on her lap, and she picked out the curlers as I told her what I wanted.  When I had finished, I led her into the front bedroom and took a couple of pictures with her in her robe and curlers.  Her breast forms gave her a very nice figure.  I stayed back a distance and used a soft focus filter for the picture, since she wasn't wearing her makeup.  She asked to take a couple pictures of me, including a couple without my negligee.

We reviewed our shots and I was impressed with how good her nude and semi-nude photos were.  Melissa had a real talent for photography.

We had a bite to eat, and then dressed for the evening.  Tonight was French Maid night.

Our French Maid costumes had been rented.  We wore black, mesh hose with our black heels.  The costumes had short skirts with aprons tied to the front.  The sleeves were ¾ length and separate cuff-like bracelets went with them.  To top it off we had little maid hats.  Melissa did her own makeup, and she did a nice job.  We went with bright eye shadow and a bright red lipstick.  We both removed our nail polish from the previous evening.  While Melissa sat at the vanity and applied a bright pink polish to her nails, I removed her curlers and brushed out her hair.  I was surprised at how life-like and real the hair weave was.  It was better than I had hoped.  And I knew that Melissa liked it, she had already started dropping hints about wearing it for an extra week.

When I had finished with Melissa's hair I applied the same nail polish as hers.  While I was doing that, Melissa used the camera to take some pictures of me sitting at the vanity.  She also down loaded the pictures we had taken with Valerie's camera the previous night.  Our picture file in the computer was growing by leaps and bounds.

When we were both ready, I drove us to the Bottoms Up Nightclub.  It was a gay bar that was the butt of numerous jokes in the straight community.  When we arrived, I was surprised by what we found.  It was huge and it had more energy than a power station. It had a gigantic sound system and it was pumping out loud, high-energy dance music.  The dance floor was very crowded and throbbing to the beat.   The nightclub had 2 levels, with the upper level looking down on the dance floor.  In the front was a large round bar with 3 bartenders working.  The guys were predominantly located on the right side of the club and the girls were on the left side.  There were many more women than I had expected.

We paid a hefty cover charge, to keep out the rabble-rousers they said, and we sat down on the girl's side of the bar.  The club had a costume contest, but it was plain that we wouldn't be in the final running.  A few of the girls had some nice costumes, but some of the men wore very elaborate costumes with strong sexual themes.  There were mostly leather costumes, many with an S&M nature.  They held the judging after their midnight drag show.

The winner was a thin, very feminine man dressed as a Native American woman.  She wore a tanned, leather brassier, which showed plenty of cleavage.  Below she had on a tanned bikini covered with a loincloth. The loincloth was also tanned leather.  Around her ankles and wrists she wore leather straps decorated with long feathers.  For accessories she had a beautiful turquoise necklace with matching earrings.  Her hair was black, long and straight, and she wore a headband with three or four feathers hanging from it.  She was very beautiful and sensual.

Second place went to a guy dressed in leather as an S&M mistress.  The mistress wore a black, leather brassiere and black, leather thong.  She had a black, leather garter belt with black hose.  For accessories she had two pair of handcuffs hanging from her garter belt.  Her black, leather boots had four-inch spike heels and the boots came up to her knees.  She also had long, straight, black hair.  She wore a black leather choker with spikes protruding from it.  Her lipstick was black, and the finishing crown was a small, black, leather mask that covered her eyes.  She also had a very feminine shaped figure.

It was obvious why two French Maid costumes need not enter the contest.

We danced and chatted with a few people.  A few men complimented us on our costumes, but only one or two talked to us for more than 5 minutes.  We met a nice female couple and chatted with them for a long time.  At midnight the club started their drag show.  Melissa was fascinated.  They had three performers.  A large black girl with tons of cleavage acted as performer and hostess.  The second performer was a nice looking white girl with a great figure, but she was probably pushing 35 or 40 years in age.  However, in spite of her age she was a very, good performer.  The third performer was a small black girl with a darling figure and a very pretty face.  She looked like she was hardly old enough to be in the club.  They lip-synced several songs each.  During the performance, members of the audience would walk up to the stage and hand the girls dollar bills.  Melissa liked this idea, and she tipped each of the performers two or three times.  Part of Melissa's tipping, may have been the fun of walking in front of the audience and performing a little on her own.

We stayed for the costume judging before leaving for home.  At home, after cleaning up I again had Melissa wear her short, red negligee, but I told her not to bother with her panties.  I again took the aggressive roll in bed and Melissa remained submissive as I guided her through our lovemaking.

On Saturday we didn't sleep in as late as the previous morning.  After breakfast, I had Melissa put on a gray, pencil skirt, and a white, see through blouse.  Her white camisole covered her brassier and corset, but the blouse had an especially nice effect on her appearance.  It was a bit more daring than the conservative way that she had been dressing, and it made her look flirty.  She applied her own makeup and I drove her to the beauty salon.

Francis spent two and a half hours on Melissa's hairstyle, while Francis' co-worker Beth did my hairstyle.   Francis washed Melissa's hair, and then took her over to a styling chair where she rolled the hair.  It took a full hour under the dryer to dry the massive amount of hair that Melissa now had.  After removing the rollers, Francis did not brush out the style.  Instead she started laying the curls on the top of Melissa's head and pinning them in place.  During the styling, I would sneak away from Beth and take a few pictures of Melissa.  Since I wasn't under the dryer nearly as long as Melissa, Beth finished with my hair first.  I was then able to give my full attention to photographing Melissa.

When finished, we both looked wonderful.  Melissa's up-do was one of the most elaborate I had ever seen.  With her long hair, Francis was able to get very creative.  I brought along our tiaras for our costumes, and Beth and Francis were able to pin them into our hair, so that we wouldn't have to worry about them falling off later.

At home we applied our makeup and dressed for the evening.  Melissa was getting better and better with her makeup.  I was very proud of her.  We helped each other put on our dresses, and had to be very careful not to mess our hairdos.  Our dresses were almost identical.  They were long and white, and form fitting around the waist.  Both were sleeveless with spaghetti straps and they had plunging backs.  You had to go braless to wear these dresses, and that would be evident to anyone who would see us.  The hems hung almost to the ankles and they had slits up to the knees.  They had beaded detailing over the bodice.  Because of the beads, they were actually heavy dresses. To finish them, we had light see-through jackets.  We both wore long, dropping rhinestone earrings with elaborate rhinestone necklaces.

This would be a challenging night for Melissa and myself, as we both wore four-inch white heels.  I knew that by the end of the night our feet and calves would be very tired.  But nobody ever said that it was easy being a beautiful woman!

I took a couple of pictures, collected our clutch purses and we went to dinner.  Dinner was at an upscale restaurant in the expensive part of town.  I had Melissa take my arm to help her walk in her heels as we walked into the restaurant.  Even though we had reservations, they weren't ready for us so I took Melissa to the bar.  Since I expected a quiet evening, I ordered a glass of chardonnay for both of us. We sat at the bar, crossed our legs and let the slits on our dresses fall open to expose our legs.  We looked hot!

It wasn't long before we were collecting looks from all of the patrons in the bar, especially the men.  The host came for us and took us to our table.  We were placed in a highly visible location where we could again be the center of attention.  Melissa's ego was growing by the minute and I didn't mind the attention myself.  It was fun to have your beauty reconfirmed by others.  After ordering our meal and before the salads arrived, Melissa wanted to go to the lady's room.  I let her lead the way and watched how she walked.  She was getting very convincing.  In the restroom we had to giggle about the attention that we were receiving.  I told Melissa to make a big production of freshening her lipstick after the meal.  I told her that would give the men fits.

The meal was excellent and afterwards, Melissa made a big presentation of applying her lipstick.  I looked around and saw just about every man in the restaurant watching her.  We decided to sit at the bar for an after dinner drink; diet soda.  We had three men who had been sitting in the dinning room with wives or girl friends walk through the bar on their way to the restroom.  They each stopped and talked briefly.  It was fun playing with their libidos.

We discussed where we wanted to go next.  I had been thinking of an upscale place with ballroom dancing.  Melissa said that she wasn't ready for that, especially in four-inch heels.  She was afraid of a partner leading her when she had no idea what to expect.  We settled on a country-western bar because she was so familiar with line dancing.  I stayed in the upscale part of town and found a country and western bar.

Upscale and country and western are oxymorons when used with each other.  There is no such thing as an upscale country and western bar.  But we still had a fun time.  We were magnets for the men in the bar, our debutante costumes had their tongues hanging out.  We had no shortage of drink and dance offers.  Melissa was very comfortable in this environment and was turning into quite a tease.  At one point I took her to the ladies room and reminded her of the dangers of leading men too far.  She was like a teenager testing her 'wow-power'.  On second thought, she was a teenager.  One more reason to slow her down.

For the first time ever, we closed a bar.  Melissa was having such a wonderful time that I let her stay and keep dancing.  But we finally made it home.  I humorously asked if she was too tired to take me to bed and make love to me.  I knew what the answer would be.  I asked her to leave her hair in its up-do when she cleaned up for the night. 

When I came to bed she was waiting for me, lying there with her red negligee and her beautiful hair.  I loved the look of her lying there.  I left the lights on, and pulled the sheets down to the bottom of the bed.

"Tonight, I want to show you something new.  Have you ever gone down on a woman?" 

"I've never been with another woman, you know that."

"Of course I do, Sweetie."  I piled both pillows at the head of the bed and then lay against them, in a position where I could watch her between my legs.  "I want you between my legs in a position so that you can kiss and lick my vagina."  She did as she was told.  I then instructed her on how to pleasure me.  I guided her every inch and every second of the way.  I wanted no misunderstanding on what I liked and how I wanted her to perform.  She was a bit clumsy but she tried with every fiber of her being.  I loved watching her with her beautiful hair and red negligee, as she brought me to several orgasms.  It was wonderful.

When I was satisfied, I had her slide up to her side of the bed.  I applied her condom and then mounted her and brought her to climax. It was especially exotic to have her penis in me while I played with her breasts.  I wished that they were real breasts and my caressing could stimulate her and bring her added pleasure.  Soon, I thought.  Soon it would become even more real.  It was a wonderful end to a fun evening.  She had performed well for only her third night.

 

Sunday morning we decided to go for a pleasure drive in the country.  Melissa wore a pretty, floral dress with two-inch sandals.  She let her hair down, but it was still very curly.  It looked very pretty with the dress.  Since it was cool outside I gave her a cardigan sweater to wear over the dress.

As we drove through the countryside we discussed many things.  Melissa brought up the topic of her hair weave.  "Cynthia, you might not have noticed," she started, "but I love this hair.  Can I keep it another week?"

"Can you wear it to school?  Won't there be a problem, especially in gym class?"

"I can miss two gym classes without losing my A," she said.  "So that isn't a problem.  All of my other classes are large, lecture hall classes with 200 students.  No one knows me, so that isn't a problem either.  I was thinking that you could weave my hair into a ponytail.  It would be less conspicuous.  And then, … ah … since I can't stay in my dorm room, I would have to spend the week with you.  If that is ok, of course."

I had been expecting this.  Melissa had been dropping hint after hint all weekend, and I had decided on an answer.  I wanted to encourage Melissa to enjoy and embrace her femininity, so it was an easy decision.  "Of course you can keep your hair this week, and of course you can stay with me for the week.  But there will be a couple of ground rules."

"That's ok with me."

"First, you will wear only Melissa's underwear, not Matt's.  You will have to wear your panties, bra, corset and camisole full time.  And you have to wear your black loafers.  Is that acceptable?"

"No problem.  I like to wear them."

"Second, it will be for only one week.  Ok?"

"Ok."

And that settled that issue.  Melissa was very happy, and I really wasn't concerned about how Matt would handle the hair issue at school.  That was his problem.  We drove around for a while, visited an Amish village and did a little shopping.  We had a bite to eat at a little restaurant and headed home around mid afternoon.

On the way back to South Bend, Melissa brought up another subject.  "Have you thought about my offer to move in and share expenses?  You said to bring it up again after Halloween."

"Yes, I have thought about.  I hope you know how much I think of you Melissa.  I would love to have you move in with me."  She broke out in the biggest smile.  It was evident how happy I had just made her.  "But there have to be a couple of rules."  Melissa looked apprehensive.  "First, you have to keep your grades up and acceptable."

A look of relief went over her face.  "Agreed.  And no trouble."

"Second, there is no rent or expense for you to pay.  If you want to pay for something, you can.  But there is no fixed or expected amounts.  If you do decide to donate some money, you may not donate the same amount two times in a row.  I want to make it entirely clear that money is not expected or important in our relationship.  I don't want to take a chance that money will cause any problems between us.  So nothing is expected, you can donate whatever you like, whenever you like, but you can't donate the same amount twice in a row.  That might lead to expectations."

Melissa had a problem.  "I agree to everything and I fully understand the reasoning.  But the scholarship board might expect a standard monthly rental amount."

"In that case," I told her, "write a check or whatever to me, I'll supply a receipt, and then I will hand the money back to you."

"Ok, I think that should work.  Are there other rules?"

"Yes, a couple more.  Next, you must wear only female underclothes.  No male underclothes are allowed.  You have to wear your panties, bra and corset 7 days a week."

I could tell that Melissa actually liked this rule.  She quickly agreed, "No problem."

I continued the list, "Fourth, you must dress as a girl and wear skirts and dresses on the weekends.  No pants or slacks are allowed without my permission.  Is that acceptable?"

Again, I knew it would be.  "I have no trouble with that," she said. "Anything else?"

"Of course.  I want some help around the house.  It makes things simpler if we each have specific chores, along with general chores.  I want you to not only be responsible for your lingerie, but for my lingerie and all of the washing; sheets, towels, jeans, sweaters, everything.  Ok?"

Melissa agreed.  "What will your specific chores be?"

"I'll handle general cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, etc.  We can share cooking."

"That sounds fair.  Anymore rules?"

"One last rule."  I knew that this would seal the deal, and make everything perfect for her.  "You have to promise to be my lover, and make love to me whenever I ask.  And in return I will do the same.  Ok?"

"Boy, that's a tough one to agree to.  If you weren't driving, I'd insist that you make love to me right here."

I gave her a big smile and slowed down.  I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car.  "This probably isn't the right place to make love, how about a big, wet kiss?"  And we sealed our deal.  We were months ahead of my original timetable.  Melissa was going to make a great wife.

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