Take Me Out To The Old Ball Game

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    A girls fast pitch softball team, an injuried player, and a new me.

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    Take Me Out To The Old Ball Gameby Teddie S.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Sure did."

    "Want to get a beer."

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

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

    "Seven sounds good."

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

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

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

    At least I now knew her first name.

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

    "I should buy you one."

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

    "You must buy a lot of rounds."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "It wouldn't be a problem."

    "You sure?"

    "Yea."

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

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

    "You're welcome. See you."

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

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

    "Good morning."

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

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

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

    She smiled, and said, "Thanks."

    "You were here this weekend?"

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

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

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

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

    "Me too."

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

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

    "Like to do something Friday night?"

    "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

    "Maybe dinner and a movie."

    "Sounds like fun."

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

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

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

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

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

    With a smile, she said, "Second."

    "Second?"

    "Sure. Mitch's."

    "I guess that was a first date."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Good night."

    "Night. See you on Monday?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "I wouldn't miss it."

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

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

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

    "That's all right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Sorry."

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

    "No."

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

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

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

    "I'd like that."

    "Come to the game on Friday?"

    "Sure. You come to mine on Thursday?"

    "I'd love to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "It could be. It's me."

    "You?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "I can tell."

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

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

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

    "I thought you'd love it."

    "I did."

    "Spend the night?"

    "You really want me to do that?"

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

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

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

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

    "Why?"

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

    She just smiled at me.

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

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

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

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

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

    "Me either. It just happened."

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

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

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

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

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

    "You think?"

    "Most definitely."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You've got reserve players. Right?"

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

    "That's going to hurt."

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

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

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

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

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

    "Ouch!"

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

    "See you later."

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

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

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

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

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

    "How to solve this problem."

    "Is there a way?"

    "Maybe."

    "Do you know someone that can play second?"

    "Yes."

    "Who?"

    She just looked at me, and grinned.

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

    "I don't know. Am I?"

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

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

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

    "No kidding."

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

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

    "You've got to be kidding?"

    "No. Do you love me?"

    "You know I do. Very much."

    "Do I love you?"

    "Yes."

    "Would I do anything for you?"

    "Yes. I think you would."

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

    "Yes."

    "How much?"

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

    Her smile just got bigger.

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

    "I don't know. What?"

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

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

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

    "A little help?"

    "Oh, one of the other girls."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You're serious about this."

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

    "Do we have to get Barb involved?"

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

    "This isn't good."

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

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

    "Yes."

    "Does that goes in love making too?"

    "You have to ask."

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Are you ready?", she asked.

    "For what?"

    "To become a girl."

    "Yea. Right."

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

    "No, I don't."

    "Going to renege on the deal?"

    "You know better."

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

    "Like what?"

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

    "What are you getting at?"

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

    "And?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "Oh. So, what are you planning?"

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

    "And?"

    "Waxing your legs."

    "Waxing. You mean removing the hair?"

    "Yea."

    "But, people will notice."

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

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

    "Just a little. At first."

    "Isn't it permanent?"

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

    "Why not just shave it, or something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "I guess it's all right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "No thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

    "Your butt."

    "Why?"

    "Because I want to."

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

    "Your back."

    "Why?"

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

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

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

    "What do you mean?"

    "Your chest."

    "You're crazy."

    "For you."

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

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

    "Why? That'll really hurt."

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

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

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

    "Why?"

    "Your friend is telling me that you do."

    "Maybe."

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

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

    "I kind of do."

    "Oh."

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

    "Really."

    "Yea."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yea."

    "How do they act on the field?"

    "Almost like the guys do."

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

    "Oh thanks. I'm a sissy?"

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

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

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

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

    "On what?"

    "On what I end up looking like."

    "I think you'll be surprised."

    "We'll see."

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

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

    Sandy said, "Shall we get started?"

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

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

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

    "Oh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I just looked at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Wig glue."

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

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

    "How do I get it off.?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "But . . ."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I thought, 'What about that?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "No. Just pantyhose.", Sandy replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Thanks. That helps."

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

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

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

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

    She just smiled. And, I shook my head.

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

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

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

    "A pony tail will solve that."

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

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

    "I just hope that it works."

    "It will sweetheart."

    "I'm going to go change."

    "Why?"

    "Why not?"

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

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

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

    "I guess."

    "Good. I'll make supper."

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

    My startled reply was, "Huh?"

    "Move in with me?"

    "You really want me to do that?"

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

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

    "Yes."

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

    She looked up at me, and just grinned.

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

    "A couple more things?"

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

    "I guess not."

    "Any ideas what we should call you?"

    "Not really."

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

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

    "Actually two others."

    "Two?"

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

    "But. What?"

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

    "So."

    "It looks strange."

    "And?"

    "We need to add some weight to them."

    "How?"

    "Forms."

    "Forms?"

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

    "Really?"

    "Yea. It will add to your look."

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

    "Your arm hair."

    "What about my arm hair?"

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

    "So, you're saying what?"

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

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

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

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

    "Speaking of sleeping. I owe you something."

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

    "What. Sleeping with me?"

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

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

    She scowled at me.

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

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

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

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

    "Yes."

    "What?"

    "Tammie."

    "Tammie. Where did that come from?"

    "My closest friend in high school."

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

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

    "You really think this is going to work?"

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

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

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

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

    "Not really."

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

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

    "Coach?", Sandy said.

    I thought, 'Here it comes.'

    "Yes Sandy?", Coach replied.

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

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

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

    "No. I know everyone in the department."

    "Look again."

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

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

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

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

    I just looked at Sandy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    That got a bunch of yeses, and some nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "He had no idea until we told him."

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

    "You bet love."

    "You're nuts."

    She just smiled.

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

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

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

    "Only for the next week or two."

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

    She just smiled.

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

    "Because."

    "Because why?"

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

    "I'm not wearing it every day."

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

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

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

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

    "Look."

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

    "You're funny."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Help me get the wig and makeup off?"

    "Yes, and no."

    "Yes, and no?"

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

    "No to the wig. Why?"

    "I want you to go as Tammie."

    "No way."

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

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

    "Love. Remember our bet?"

    "Yea."

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

    "I thought it was for a week?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yea. But, Tammie does look good."

    I just frowned at her.

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

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

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

    "Me too.", I said.

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

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

    "Why?"

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

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

    "Me too."

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

    "Why?", I asked.

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

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

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

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

    "Either one."

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

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

    "That so?"

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

    "Huh?"

    "You heard me."

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

    "Does it matter?"

    "I guess not."

    "Well . . . ?"

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

    "Silly. Of course I will."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "But, you brushed it out so nice."

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

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

    "To marry you. Yes you did."

    "And, you said yes?"

    "Yes."

    "Did you mean it?"

    "Did you?"

    "Yes."

    "And, so did I."

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

    "Where?"

    "You need a ring on your finger."

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

    "Of course I do."

    Again, another long, deep, kiss.

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

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

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

    "Remember the spot from yesterday?"

    "Sure."

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

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

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

    "Yes. A thousand times yes."

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

    "Who. Patty?"

    "How did you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You brat."

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

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

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

    "Oh, nothing.", Sandy replied.

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

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

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

    "Oh, thanks."

    "I meant it as a compliment."

    "I know."

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

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

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

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

    "Thanks Coach. I think so too."

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

    "I promised Sandy."

    "Kid. You scare me."

    "It's the last time."

    "Not going to the banquet?"

    "Banquet?"

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

    "Oh! My other team never has one."

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

    "Oh. Thanks!"

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

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

    I said, "What?"

    "You're just so cute."

    "Cute. I'm cute?"

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

    "So, I look like a girl?"

    "You sure do."

    "Great."

    "Be careful at the game."

    "Why?"

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

    "So?"

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

    "Hit on me?"

    "Yep."

    "And, just how do I handle that?"

    "The best way is to ignore them."

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

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

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

    "So, I just ignore them. Right?"

    "Yea. That should work."

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

    "You are so bad."

    "Well. Will it work?"

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

    "And, maybe that I'm taken?"

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

    "Girlfriend! Now who's being bad."

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yea, I love girls."

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

    "But, I'm not . . . "

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

    "So, you love me as a girl?"

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

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

    "Ah . . . The banquet?"

    "Yea. The banquet."

    "Next Saturday night."

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

    "Now. I guess."

    "And?"

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

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

    "I'd like you to."

    "Mmmm. Part of the bet?"

    "No. Only if you want to go."

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

    "No. Not mad, just disappointed."

    "I guess I could go."

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

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

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

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

    She just scowled at me.

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

    "We like to dress up for this."

    "Dress up. Like what?"

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

    "A dress, and heels?"

    "Yea."

    "I don't know."

    "You promised to go."

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

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

    "Get me a pair of heels?"

    "It could be fun."

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

    "It would be easier."

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "My first pair?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yea right."

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

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

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

    "A what?"

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

    "You are kidding."

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

    "This is getting to be a bit much."

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

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

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

    "My dress?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Maybe not."

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

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

    "What is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "The tightness, and your boobs."

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

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

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

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

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

    "No way. It's too tight."

    "Love. Relax. Breathe from your chest."

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

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

    I was starting to feel her excitement. Why?

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

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

    "Yea. A natural klutz."

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

    "Why?"

    "It was tight. Right?"

    "You know it."

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

    I just looked at her, and shook my head.

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

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

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

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

    "It's all right to be frightened."

    "I bet nothing scares you."

    "There are a few things."

    "Like what?"

    "I don't like very high places."

    "That's interesting."

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

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

    "Your wig."

    "Can I see?"

    "Not till we get dressed."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I asked her, "Will they stay on?"

    "They should. It's super glue."

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

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

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

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

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

    "Why, love?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "Maybe you have a feminine side."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    It got very quiet.

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

    "An engagement party?", Sandy said.

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

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

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

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

    "Honey. For you two. Yes."

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

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

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

    "I only want one persons' heart."

    "You already have that."

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

    "Why?"

    "Just do it."

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

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

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

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

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

    "What did I do?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "Scary?", Sandy whispered back.

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

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

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

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

    "I want to see that."

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

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

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

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

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

    "A twin?"

    "Yea. Come and look."

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

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

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

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

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

    "I don't think so."

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

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

    "Why?", Sandy asked.

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

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

    "In a heart beat."

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

    "Anything."

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

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

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

    "What's in it for me?"

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

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

    "You what. Why?"

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

    "Match. You want us to match?"

    "Kind of."

    "Warn a guy next time."

    "Can I finish?"

    "You might as well."

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

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

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

    She just sat there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Really?"

    "Yes. Really."

    She got up, and hugged me.

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

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

    "Sure."

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

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

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

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

    "I know."

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

    "I guess I should."

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

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

    "Oh. Nothing."

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

    "I miss someone."

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

    "It's not important."

    "Wrong love. Who?"

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

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

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

    "Tammie?"

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

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

    "Fun, and cute?"

    "Yea. Patty even likes her."

    "So, what are you saying?"

    "Would you dress as Tammie again?"

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

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

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

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

    "I know. But . . . "

    "But. What?"

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

    "Come on. And. What?"

    "And, I just like having her around."

    "Really?"

    "Yea. It really was fun."

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

    "Yea."

    "Let me think on it."

    She finally looked at me with a little smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "When did it stop?"

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

    "Cathy's a lesbian?"

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

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

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

    "Memories of the forced dressing?"

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

    Sandy looked at me with a questioning look.

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

    "Fun?"

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

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

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

    "And. What?"

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

    "You liked what you saw?"

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

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

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

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

    "So, you and Patty. Never?"

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

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

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

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

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

    "Good. Can I do another Brazilian?"

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

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

    "That's all. Just your legs?"

    "What else do you have in mind?"

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

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

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

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

    "Right."

    "Lay back, and enjoy."

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

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

    "Now love."

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

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

    "Her job?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I just looked at them, and glared at Sandy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "So, just don't talk."

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

    "Sandy can order for you."

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

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

    "Yea right."

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

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

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

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

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

    Patty nodded her head in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You will?"

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

    "A year or two!?"

    I just grinned at her.

    "Smart aleck."

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

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

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

    "This has been fun.", I replied.

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

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

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

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

    "You're kidding me?"

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

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

    "Huh?"

    "Want to set a date for the wedding?"

    "Really!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Test?", I asked.

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

    "What do you mean?"

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

    "Thanks. You could have warned me."

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

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

    "Sure."

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

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

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

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

    "Well. What?"

    "Did you have fun tonight?"

    "I hate to admit this, but yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "For someone special?"

    "Sort of?"

    "For you?"

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

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

    "Really?"

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

    "Yes. My fiancee."

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

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

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

    "She likes it when I do."

    "Interesting. What did you have in mind?"

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

    "Which one?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "And, how did it look on?"

    "Very nice."

    "Do you think she'll like it?"

    "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "You did remember."

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

    "Thanks. Yesterday."

    "Went shopping without me?"

    "Mad?"

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

    "I had help from the sales lady."

    "When did you get so brave?"

    "When I wanted to do this for you."

    "For me?"

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

    "I do. I'm just surprised that you went out shopping by yourself."

    "I was too. Until the lady at the boutique assured me that it was fine."

    "You're sweet."

    We finished dinner, and went into the livingroom for a glass of wine. Then I said, "I've got something for you."

    "You didn't have to."

    "Yes I did."

    I got out the gift wrapped box, and handed it to her. She carefully opened it, then opened the velvet box inside, and looked at the contents. It was a hoop necklace with a number of diamond settings on it. She looked up at me, smiled, and said, "You're so sweet. But, this is too expensive."

    "Not for you."

    She moved over right next to me, and gave me a kiss. I then said, "Each of those settings stands for something."

    "Tell me?"

    "One is for when I broke my PC, and we met. Another is for you talking me into playing baseball on the girl’s team. Another is for when I first told you that I loved you. Another is for when you asked me to marry you. Another is for when you conned Tammie into going out with you, Patty, and Barb. The last one is for this birthday. And, we can add more."

    She didn't say anything, but I saw tears. I wiped the tears away, and asked, "Why the tears?"

    "You just make me so happy. A fantastic dinner, an even better present, and one of my favorite people to share it with. I love you so much."

    She gave me a very long, soft, sensual, kiss.

    That night as we were getting ready for bed, Sandy didn't want to take the necklace off, but I finally talked her into it. She also wouldn't let me remove my makeup, or wig, even though I told her the wig wasn't glued on. And, as I took the skirt off, she saw the garter belt for the first time, and said, "Girlfriend, that is so sexy. But, you've got to learn."

    "Learn what?", I asked.

    "How to wear a garter belt."

    As I looked down at my garter belt, I said, "But, isn't it right."

    "Not quite. If you had to go to the bathroom, or wanted to play with the nylons and garter belt still on, you'd have to get the panties off. Right?"

    "I guess."

    "Right now, what would you have to do?"

    I looked down again. And, figured out that I'd have to undo the garter straps, remove the panties, and rehook the garters. I looked at Sandy, and said, "Oh. I see what you mean. So, what's proper."

    "Maybe not proper. But, you put the garter belt and nylons on first, then the panties."

    "Oh."

    "Here let me show you."

    Sandy knelt down, undid the garters, had me step out of my panties, and reattached the garters. She looked up at me, and said, "You won't need the panties back on." And, she pushed me down on the bed.

    Needless to say, the wig didn't stay on long, and even though Sandy was tired, sleep was a long way off.

    We both had Monday off, Sandy because she had worked all weekend, and me because I wanted to spend the day with her. And, we slept in.

    One thing we did that Monday, was to stop at the church where Sandy wanted to have our wedding. The church was heavily booked, and the first date we could get was almost a year from now. The church also had a hall where we could hold a reception, and it wasn't booked for that day either. We then called all the important people, Sandy's family, my family, our friends, and filled them in as to the date we had set for the wedding. We had decided it would be a small wedding. Sandy asked Patty to be her maid-of-honor, and Barb to be a bride’s maid. I asked my best friend Mark to be my best man, and I asked Bill, from work, to be a grooms man.

    Over the next few weeks, Sandy started teaching me makeup. She started with a light day time look, and worked up to a sophisticated night time look. I decided that it will take me a long time to get good at this. She even talked me into going out as two girl friends a couple of times. As before, I was nervous to start with, and comfortable by the time we got home.

    One day when we, Sandy and Tammie, were out, we ran into Patty and her boyfriend Jeff at the mall. By the time I saw them it was too late to hide, and I don't think Sandy would let me do that anyway. Patty gave us both big hugs. And, she whispered to me, "Looking good girlfriend."

    Then Jeff asked, "Where's Rich?"

    "Oh. He's at work. Some sort of big project that's do out on Monday.", Sandy answered.

    "Too bad. We could have let you, Tammie, and Patty do your girl stuff, and he and I could have done some guy stuff."

    "Maybe next time."

    Patty then asked, "When are the four amigos going to get together for another night out?"

    "Four amigos?", Sandy replied.

    "You, me, Barb, and Tammie."

    "Oh. You pick it, and we'll be there."

    As we said good bye to Patty and Jeff, and were walking away, Sandy said, "You were bad."

    "Bad?", I asked.

    "Yea. You shouldn't have smiled at Jeff so much, he'll think you're coming onto him."

    "What?"

    "Your body language almost read that you were on the make."

    "No way."

    "Just watch it lover. You're taken, and so's he."

    The following Saturday, the four amigos, as Patty had called us, were going out to dinner, a movie, and who knew what else. Sandy made me do my own makeup, under her strict supervision, and it didn't turn out too bad. She made me use eyeliner, and that took a couple of tries to get it right. And, the lip liner was easier then I thought it would be.

    Barb picked everyone up, and we headed out. Dinner was at a nice, comfortable, restaurant. The movie was a chick flick, and I actually enjoyed it. After the movie we headed to our favorite pub, and this is where it got interesting. Barb since she was driving, was only working on one glass of wine, and made the comment, 'That someone else could drive next time.' And, I volunteered.

    Sandy and I were taking it easy on the drinks, I was on my second Tequila Sunrise, and Sandy was still on her first Long Island Ice Tea. But, Patty was half way through her third Tequila, and said to me, "I didn't like you hitting on Jeff the other day." And, it wasn't said quietly.

    I looked at Sandy, who raised her eyebrows, and gave me a look of, 'I told you so.' I then looked at Patty, and said, "I didn't mean to."

    "But, you did."

    "I don't even like guys."

    "Oh. That's right, I forgot, you and Sandy are lesbians."

    I looked at Sandy again. She looked at Patty, and said, "Patty. Quiet down. I had a long talk with Tammie about last week."

    "Yea. But, she shouldn't be hitting on my boyfriend."

    "She's sorry about it. And, she won't do it again."

    "She's better not."

    Barb whispered to Patty, "You've had enough. Lets get out of here."

    We took Patty home first. When we got there Barb and Sandy took her to her bedroom, while I waited in the livingroom. Then Barb took us home. As she dropped us off, she said, "Don't worry. It was the alcohol talking. She'll be fine in the morning."

    After we were in the condo, Sandy said, "I told you."

    "I know. I know. I won't let it happen again."

    "You'd better not. You're my girl, and I don't want some guy pawing you."

    "I don't either."

    With that she kissed me, and . . . "

    That night, after having Sandy for desert, I couldn't get to sleep. My mind was working. Around four o'clock, I gave up, and carefully got out of bed so as not to wake her. I slipped on my robe, went to the kitchen, and fixed a cup of tea.

    I'd been thinking about Tammie. Why I liked being her so much? Why Sandy liked her so much? Where Tammie was going? Where Sandy and Tammie were going? Where Sandy and I were going? What had happened with Patty and Jeff? And, I wasn't getting many answers.

    I finally wandered into the livingroom, sat, and though some more. I must have dosed off, because the next thing I remember was someone waking me up with a kiss. It was Sandy, and she said, "Honey. Are you all right?"

    "Yea. Just couldn't sleep. What time is it?"

    "About nine-thirty. I missed you this morning."

    "I know. I'm sorry."

    "Don't be. Why couldn't you sleep?"

    "My mind was working over time."

    "On what?"

    "Tammie."

    "Tammie?"

    "Yea. Just trying to figure out some things."

    "Like what?"

    "Where it's all going with her."

    She sat down next to me, took my hand in hers, and said, "Why?"

    "I guess last night just brought up a lot of things. It's fun being Tammie, and I feel good about it. I even like going out with Patty and Barb. I didn't realize that I'd hit on Jeff, and upset Patty. That's the last thing I wanted to do. I just don't know where this thing with Tammie is going."

    "Is the forced dressing that your sisters did still bothering you?"

    "No. Like I've said, with you, Patty, and Barb, it's actually been fun. And, I'm surprise that they accept Tammie like they do. I haven't really even thought about the times with my sisters. I just don't know why I like it so much."

    "I think it's really part of you. Who you are inside."

    "Like maybe I'm really a girl?"

    "No. I don't think you're really a girl. But, maybe you have strong feminine feelings. A part of you that likes the feminine things in life, and needs to be out every once in awhile."

    I sat back a little, and looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "You think."

    "Yes I do. And, I'll tell you this, I love both of you."

    "You do?"

    "You know I do. Because no matter who you look like, you're the same person inside. The person that I love, and care for. Rich and Tammie are the same person. One is more masculine, and one is more feminine. Both are fun, and caring. Both are loving people. And, I enjoy both of them. And, this will go wherever you want it to go."

    "Don't you mean where we want it to go?"

    "Why?"

    "You're the most important person in my life, and we make the decisions."

    Sandy had brought out something in me that I never knew was there, Tammie. And, Tammie became a real part of our lives. I became more comfortable with my feminine side, and going out looking like Tammie. And, it was a lot of fun. The four amigos went out on a regular basis, having dinner together, going to movies, and of course shopping. Tammie didn't play ball with the girl’s team the next season, they had found five additional girls to play, and Patty was also back in shape to play by then. So, Rich sat in the stands, and cheered the girl’s team on. I never did do anything with my voice other than speaking very softly.

    There was only one thing that upset Tammie, and that was when she couldn't go with Sandy, Barb, and Patty when they picked out Sandy's wedding dress. But, Sandy promised that we'd pick out a gown for Tammie as soon as the wedding was over.

    -FIN-

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    Just re-read

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    it again. Still excellent. Thanks. I luv your werk.

    I'm reading some of your other stories now

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    like this one, and it is just as wonderful as Tommy. If you struggle coming up with a sequel to Tommy, maybe you could do one of this one? I completely disagree with Eric, there is no chance you would let this get repetitive - I would absolutely love to see the wedding, and then see what happens when Cathy meets Tammie. My own sister was named Cathy, and I've always wondered what would have happened if she had met Holly. Unfortunately, she died at only 17 years old - about 40 years ago now.

    I just re-read this and ...

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    ... i'm letting my original comments stand. Right up till the end, I did expect a Tammie/Cathy confrontation. Given his feelings about what his sisters had done and what he expected Cathy would do if she found out about Tammy, I was surprised at this:

    ** Sunday, Sandy and I made the necessary calls to our families. Everyone was very happy when we told them, but it appeared that my sisters were the ones that were the most excited. ... On a Saturday afternoon, at one of the party centers, we had our engagement party. It was fun watching everyone meeting everyone else. ... My two sisters took to Sandy like a sister. **

    I would have expected strained relations between him and his sisters. It sure doesn't read elsewhere in the story as if they liked each other much.

    "All the world really is a stage, darlings, so strut your stuff, have fun, and give the public a good show!" Miss Jezzi Belle at the end of each show

    BE a lady!

    Thanks again Holly Snow. I'm

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    Thanks again Holly Snow. I'm sorry to hear about your sister, that had to be hard for a young person to lose a sibling.

    BRAVO TEDDIE !!!

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    This is just about the most enjoyable story I've read in a long time. I could feel the love. Rich just has to take the last little step and admit to himself that Tammie is a part of him and that he's OK with that for himself, not just because Sandy likes it. Bob and I really identified with Rich and Tammie. Rich likes being Tammie, but Tammie likes being Rich also; the two are a balance, a team. Unfortunately, while theirs is a three way team with Sandy, ours is only two. Oh, well, one can't have everything.

    ALSO ...

    ** "Could it be that you actually liked what your sisters did to you?"

    "I don't know. But, I don't think so. I hated being forced into dressing." **

    ... I was so glad to see this. It is something that I have stressed a number of times in comments. The fact of being forced by someone who is doing it for meaness sake negates any pleasure that might otherwise be taken in the femininity. One might eventually come to like being feminine, but there would be no liking the one who fdid the forcing. (Unless it got to the point of Stockholm syndrome.) If you do a sequel, Teddie, I would love to see a confrontation between Tammie and Cathy.

    "All the world really is a stage, darlings, so strut your stuff, have fun, and give the public a good show!" Miss Jezzi Belle at the end of each show

    BE a lady!

    very good

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    Enjoyed the story, especially the character definition with the sister and forced fem, it was a nice cliche breaker.

    The painting of the protagonist as a submissive was an interesting choice, somewhat inevitable and I am glad you handled it lightly.

    I did find the girlfriends a bit too accepting and the lack of male friends for the character did not show a balance as to why he would want to return to the role for 'balance'.

    Despite the fairy tale ending, you kept it moving. Very good work.

    Ty Slothrop

    Very enjoyable!

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    The dance of the character interactions was a delight

    Enjoyed It

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    Thanks for writing and posting this. Everything worked pretty well; like Jezzi, I was pleased at Rich's negative attitude toward his sister's old behavior, and like Ty, I'm glad you soft-pedaled Rich's submissiveness in bed.

    (Please watch the homonyms, though. It should be cubicle , not cubical ; whose , not who's ; and at one point heel came out heal . There's also a "grammar" with a line of asterisks, obviously left over inadvertently from the editing process.)

    I'm not sure whether you want to take this story further; you've certainly left potential plot points available for possible use later, but I'm inclined to think that the story would get repetitive rather quickly if continued.

    Best, Eric

    Thanks

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    Thanks to everyone for the nice comments.

    And, Eric, I've gone back and corrected what you pointed out. And, I agree, to continue this story could get repetitive.

    Teddie

    Hitting it out of the park...

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    Or at least I think that is the correct expression. All the softball stuff was pretty incomprehensible...

    I liked this story a lot. It is sweet and romantic, with the love between the two main characters coming through loud and clear. It is very nice to read a story where the author draws everything in light subtle strokes, rather than hitting the reader over the head with a sledgehammer.

    It was also nice to read the serious point about how an abusive emotional background will suck any joy out of an activity, while a loving one can flood it with pleasure and purpose.

    Thank you and best wishes, Andrea.

    Best wishes, Andrea.

    Best wishes, Andrea.

    Good story

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    Hi,

    Nice story, more realistic than some I have read. I agree with Ty about not emphasizing the submissivemess of Rich and Rich's discust at the forced feminization by his sisters was very realistic.

    I do have one criticism. A pet peave of mine is the misuse of then and than. Then is used for cronological displacement or the order of a sequence . Than is used in comparison. eg. when/then something/then/something-else if/then Something happened, it was only then that I wised up. I will correct something, then I will be happy. If you use then and than correctly, then I will have nothing but praise for your work. better/than other/than rather/than less/than more/than cuter/than emptier/than colder/than I would rather do this than that. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Rich was hornier than ever before.

    Thank you for this story.

    with love,

    HER

    with love,

    Hope

    Once in a while I bare my soul, more often my soles bear me.

    Simply GREAT!

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    I enjoyed the story very much. Soft and sweet, a lovers tale of passion, lust, understanding and love. Romantic and still with enough Rich in it to make it believable. Not simply a jump into womanhood but a journey - enjoyable one.

    THANK YOU!

    Hugs,Sissy Baby Paula and Snowball (my toy puppy)

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