Heather                   by: Jacki Pett

 

Part 3

Linda heard from her mother a half dozen times during the course of the day. She didn’t dare leave the house, in case the boy called. She tried to keep herself busy but couldn’t keep her mind on anything.

Patty called from the hospital around one and again as she was leaving the hospital, at four.

The meal she cooked for her dinner was still sitting on the stove, stone cold, Patty arrived at six.

"Nothing?" Patty asked when Linda let her in.

"Not a word." Linda answered, despondently.

"Where could he have sent her?" Patty couldn’t imagine. She knew from the boy that he had no family, other than the uncle.

"He didn’t say. I haven’t got a clue. He could be anywhere." That had been the question she had been asking herself all day.

"We have to find him." Patty had her own concerns. In just a few days he was going to begin to experience some changes and with no one there to explain what was happening to him, he was probably going to be pretty scared. She didn’t want that. She was going to help him through it but now....

"My Mom’s been going crazy too." Linda told her. "She been calling almost every hour. Heather made quite an impression on her."

"I think you’re story had something to do with that." Patty wished she hadn’t told her the tale.

"I know. I shouldn’t have lied to her." Linda regretted it now. It was all getting very complicated. Her Mom had talked to a psychiatrist and he told her that the girl would need therapy and loving support to overcome what her family had done. "She wants Heather to see a therapist."

"I can imagine." Under the circumstances, that probably would be what he’d recommend. Patty could just imagine how that would go. The first thing he’d discover was that he was a boy. Then the shit would hit the fan.

"Daddy told her he would start legal action to get her away from her uncle and get custody turned over to him and Mom. Can you imagine?" It wouldn’t be so bad if he lived with Linda.

Patty could, in a way. Mrs Bennett would smother him with love. She’d see to it he had everything a girl could ask for. She’d, unwittingly, do more to transform him than she and Linda ever could. It would be awkward for him at first, but considering the type of person he was, and how well he had been adapting already, it might not be so hard on him. "It might be good for him actually. At least he’d get all the love he needed."

"Oh, he’d get that alright. Mom would mother him to death, until she found out what he really was." Linda could just picture her reaction. "I don’t know what she’d do then."

"Let’s not worry about that right now." Patty wanted to put it out of her mind. "Do you really think he’ll call." Patty prayed he would.

"He’ll call, if he can. I’m sure of it." Linda wasn’t as sure as she tried to sound.

All they could do was wait.

He was exhausted and didn’t mind at all that they wanted him to lie down. The electric shocks that had paralyzed him had taken their toll. All he wanted to do was sleep.

Renie had him remove the new hoop earrings and replace them with little gold studs. She didn’t want him sleeping on them.

"Just finish your drink and you can take a nice nap." Renie stood over him waiting for him to drain the glass.

It didn’t taste that good but he finally managed to get it down.

"That’s a good girl. Now just put your head down and have your nap." Renie didn’t bother to make him change. She could see he was worn out. She wasn’t surprised. She probably would have been too, after being shocked the way he had. It did have the effect on him she hoped it would. He wasn’t giving her any more back talk and he did what he was told.

He was gentle as a lamb in the car on the way home. He had gotten his strength back by the time they parked out in front and got himself out of the car and into the apartment, on his own.

Renie had sent Carol on her way, insisting that she could handle him now. Carol didn’t really want to go but Renie insisted. "He’s just going to sleep."

Carol couldn’t take time off from her job on short notice like Renie. She called in sick that morning but she had to go to work in the morning. She had things to do and finally agreed to go.

It was almost seven as Renie locked him in and crashed on the couch in the living room for a few minutes. It had been an exhausting day for her too. Everything had gone amazingly well. He looked wonderful, much better than he had without the perm. The pierced ears were a wonderful touch. She could just imagine how it all made him feel.

She could hardly believe they did so well with Dr Owens. So many things could have gone wrong. The fact that he swallowed her ridiculous story amazed Renie. How naive the man was.

She had expected him to be shocked when he examined the boy. Renie thought he’d realize immediately that Heather was a boy but he didn’t. Her luck today was simply amazing.

Tomorrow he’d call and confirm their appointment Wednesday. She had only hoped that he would get the implants and now it was about to happen, and soon.

She watched TV for a half hour. At eight, she went into the kitchen and made herself something to eat. The inexpensive intercom she had picked up yesterday, listened for any sound from the bedroom. There wasn’t a peep.

Renie was nearly finished with her dinner when the phone rang. She ran for the bedroom to get it before it woke the boy. She turned down the ringer before picking it up.

"Hi Hon." It was Howie, one of her friends.

"I gave you a call at work this afternoon. They said you were on vacation."

"Yes, I took some time off." She went out with Howie occasionally. Nothing too serious.

"Big plans?"

"No, I’ve been feeling the pressure a little lately and I’ve been a little run down. I’m just going to relax for a few days." He obviously didn’t know she had taken two weeks off.

"I could come over and give you a rub down."

"Not tonight. I’m kind of tired and I want to go to bed early." Renie looked at the clock. It was only a little after eight. She didn’t want anyone over until she was comfortable that she had everything under control.

"Ok, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"

Too soon. "I’ll give you a call tomorrow. We’ll see." She’d rather not but she couldn’t very well explain why. "I’m not feeling all that great."

"Nothing serious?"

"No, just a woman thing." That always worked with guys.

"Alright. Take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow."

"I will Hon. Goodnight."

"Good night."

Maybe in a few days. It might be fun to have him meet Heather but she had a lot more work to do with him first.

As Renie picked up the kitchen she laughed to herself. This was the last time she’d be doing these chores for a while. It was going to be neat to have him do all the cooking and cleaning.

By nine she was sitting at the kitchen table going over her plans for the next day. Still no noises from the bedroom. Renie attempted to plan every minute of his busy day.

There were still a few things she hadn’t worked out yet and she went into the bedroom to make a few important calls. Patty wasn’t home. She decided not to leave a message on her machine.

Renie didn’t like the way Patty and Linda got so close to him on Saturday. They had seemed too compassionate and understanding, the way they fussed over him, helped him. Renie had hoped Patty would get him the medication she wanted him to have but she was a little worried she and Linda wouldn’t agree with her plans for the boy.

Renie decided to leave them out of it. Telling them could ruin everything and she wasn’t going to take a chance. She’d use her other source to get him the drugs he needed.

"Hi Jill, it’s Renie."

"Hi. Where have you been hiding lately?"

Renie and Jill had met through Patty. Jill was a classmate of Patty’s when she was in school. They had all partied together for a while but the group had grown apart since Patty went on to her internship. Jill’s career path was different.

It had been months since Renie had seen her. They had become pretty good friends but when one wanted to get together, the other was always busy. Jill was a pharmacist now.

"Same old thing. Working too much. What about you?"

"My hours are crazy at the store and I’ve been going to school."

"It never ends, does it?" Renie would have preferred to get right to the reason she called but she had to make small talk first, to warm Jill up. It had been a while since she talked to her.

"It doesn’t seem to. What’s new with you? You still seeing Greg?"

"Not as much. We still go out occasionally but not as often."

Greg was alright but not as aggressive as the guys Renie preferred.

"Ah, the passion cools."

"Greg’s alright. I’m seeing this new guy, Howie."

"Who’s Howie? What’s he like?"

"He’s got the cutest buns you ever saw in your life." Renie could just see them now, tight and firm in his bikini underwear. "He does weight training."

"A hunk?"

"Really, but he’s bright too. Howie works at Shearman’s. He’s a broker." Renie was happy as long as he had the money to take her to nice restaurants and on their occasional weekend getaways.

"A hunk and he’s got money. He sounds great."

He might sound great but he was a little too wrapped up in his image. He had tried, at first, to tell Renie how he wanted her to dress and she nipped that in the bud in a hurry. Renie still didn’t like the feeling that she was just another of his accessories but he was great in bed and he treated her well. She looked at her wrist, where the diamond tennis bracelet he bought her sparkled.

"He’ll do for now." Renie told Jill with a chuckle.

That was enough. It was time to get to the point, "I know I’m terrible but there’s a reason I called."

"What’s up?"

"Well, my doctor’s out of town, on vacation for a few weeks and my estrogen prescription has run out." Renie never had a prescription for the hormone but Jill didn’t know that. The only estrogen she had was her birth control pills and that wasn’t the same. They would put a trace of the hormone in his system and it would appear convincing enough for Dr Owens but it wouldn’t do to the boy what the other would.

"Nobody’s covering for him?"

"Yea, there is but I can’t stand the guy. I went to him once before and I had the most horrible experience when he examined me."

"One of them."

"He gives me the creeps. I don’t want to go to him."

"Ok, just bring in your prescription and I’ll give you a refill."

"I tossed the bottle yesterday, by accident."

"I wish you still had it. You know I shouldn’t do this without a prescription."

"I know. I wouldn’t even ask but I’m really desperate."

"How about if I just give you enough to cover you till he gets back?"

"That would be great. I really appreciate your help Jill."

"That’s ok. I’m glad to help."

"While I’ve got you on the phone I have a professional question to ask."

"What is it?"

"You know how my mom and I have the same medical history." This was a total bluff. "Well she said that her doctor’s put her on something to stop her from producing testosterone. He says her level’s too high and with her estrogen problem she could have real troubles. Is it safe for her to take that."

"He must be giving her Meliphine."

"Meliphine?" Renie wrote it down.

"Yes, it halts the body’s production of male hormones."

"Is it safe?" Renie wanted more information.

"Oh yes. Tell your mom not to worry."

"I suppose I’ll have to take it sooner or later. Mom and I seem to have the same problems."

"There’s nothing to worry about."

Now to turn the subject around a little. "I was just picturing Howie and had a horrible thought."

"You mean like if he took it by accident." Jill said laughing.

She read her mind, just as she hoped she would. Renie didn’t know how else to approach the subject. "Yes."

"Well, your sex life would certainly go down the tubes."

Jill’s laughter at the idea let her go on and ask, "What would happen to him?" She asked casually.

"Oh, it’d be terrible. He’s just shrivel up to almost nothing in days. His sex drive would dry up just as fast."

Renie sounded appalled. "You mean everything would go?"

"His penis, his testicles, everything. He’d probably even grow tits."

It was just what she was looking for. "Tits? How could that happen?"

"Sure. Guys produce female hormones too. Not a lot, but just imagine if the body didn’t have the male hormones to dominate them. Yea, tits, definitely."

"God, that would be horrible, Howie with tits." Renie laughed.

"It wouldn’t do a lot for his macho image. He wouldn’t look real great in a tight bathing suit either."

Renie echoed her laughter. Now she had to figure a way to get the drug. Jill would never agree to give it to her. "I really appreciate you helping me out Jill."

"That’s ok. Glad I could help. You want to stop in tomorrow and pick up the prescription?"

"Do you suppose you could have the store deliver it?" Renie didn’t want to leave him alone tomorrow, not even for a little while.

"Sure, no problem. You still living at the same address?"

"Same place. Thanks again Jill."

"We should get together and go out soon."

"Why don’t we get together next week. We could get some of the others together and go out."

"Sounds like fun. I need to get out."

"I’ll call you. We’ll make plans." Renie planned on taking Walter out in public soon anyway. She knew he’d be embarrassed and she’d get a thrill out of it. Better it be with a group of girls. She’d have to leave Patty and Linda out of it though.

"Great. Talk to you then."

Renie couldn’t believe how everything was falling into place.

The clock on the night stand said it was almost ten. It was too late to do anything with him tonight.

Walter woke to her shaking his shoulder.

"Time to get under the covers Heather."

He had been sound asleep and was annoyed at her waking him. He had to make a conscious effort not to look annoyed. "What time is it?" He asked in a small voice.

"It’s late. You need to get ready for bed." She wanted him to shower, get his makeup off and start getting used to the things girls do before going to bed. "Go in the bathroom and take off your makeup. I brought you everything you’ll need. I’ll show you."

Renie had him use baby oil to remove his makeup. It was gentle and it was good for his skin. He washed after, with a lotioned soap, the same brand Renie used on her face.

A new bar of soap was in the shower for him. He washed off the perfume that haunted him since he woke up from his long nap. He had gotten used to it earlier, almost to the point where he didn’t notice it.

Renie had told him not to bother washing his hair tonight but that he’d begin doing it every night from now on. That was fine with him.

He finally had the privacy to investigate what they’d covered him with. It felt so strange to wash himself and not feel his penis or balls. It was scary to think they were hidden under the mat of natural looking hair.

Renie handed him his robe when he was toweled off. She liked the way it didn’t quite cover his little ass or the small triangle of hair at his crotch. He looked so natural it was almost spooky. She loved it.

He looked at the lotion she gave him to moisturize with. It wasn’t Oil of Olay, it was made by Revlon. He said nothing. He just used it the way she told him to.

Renie had bought it just for him. It was supposed to make a ‘noticeable difference in just days’. At least that’s what it advertised. His skin wasn’t bad, especially after his facial today, but she wanted to do everything she could to make it soft and pretty.

Back in the bedroom she had him sit at his vanity and brush his hair. "One hundred strokes." She told him. She showed him how to lean over and brush it from the roots. If his hair was going to look good, he had to learn how to take care of it.

He didn’t argue. He did what she told him and pretended to enjoy it. When he finished brushing his hair he looked at himself in the mirror. Even now, with his makeup off, he looked so much like a girl. His hair hung down around his face, so full and unnatural. The studs in his ears looked so strange. He was getting used to his eyebrows looking the way they did. They didn’t bother him so much anymore.

Renie went into his dresser and brought out one of the new nighties she had bought him and a clean pair of panties.

The little white lace string bikinis looked precious on him. It was almost a shame to have him cover them with his white satin chemise.

Renie probably had more fun shopping for him in Victoria’s Secret than anywhere. She had been very careful to by him things that would cover completely, the breasts he would wear. He looked lovely standing there, modeling for her.

This part was hard. He managed just a little smile as he turned for Renie. His mouth just barely turned up at the corners.

"You look lovely Heather." Renie told him, grinning with pleasure. She thought about taking him to her bedroom but no, not yet. It was too soon. He wasn’t ready yet and she wanted him to be ready so he didn’t spoil everything.

She moved close and caressed his hair and face. "You really are a pretty girl. We’re going to be very good friends Heather."

Her touch made his flesh crawl but he stood there and endured it.

Renie gave him the tenderest of kisses on his cheek. She pointed to her cheek.

He didn’t hesitate and returned her light kiss, just barely touching her cheek with his lips.

"Under your covers now." She told him sweetly. She liked the way he responded to her.

She tucked him into his bed. "We’re going to stay home tomorrow. We don’t have to go anywhere."

He was thankful for that but then he thought about what just happened, the way she touched him and the kiss. That bothered him.

Renie had brought a glass of water from the bathroom and set it on his nightstand while he was brushing his hair. She picked it up and handed it to him and took a pill from her pocket. It was a sleeping pill. She wanted to be sure he slept and didn’t get into trouble. "Here dear, I want you to take this."

Another pill. He took it from her.

"It’s to help you sleep." Renie decided to tell him.

"Thank you." If that’s all it was. He put it in his mouth and swallowed it with the water. She could just as easily stunned him and forced him to swallow it. The stunner was in the back pocket of her jeans. He could see the bulge.

She liked hearing him thank her. It was a small thing, but he was learning. She walked to the door and, reaching for the light switch that controlled the lamp on the nightstand, she said, "Good night Heather, Sleep tight."

"Good night." He responded the way he thought she expected. When the room went dark and the door closed. He heard the distinctive click of the lock.

He got comfortable on his back. When he turned to try to lay on his side, the pads on his chest pulled at his skin.

The silky material of his underwear and chemise felt cool against his skin. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

His hair brushed his cheek and tickled him. He had to tuck it back and lie still to keep it from bothering him.

He didn’t lay there for long, wondering what was going to happen to him. The sleeping pill was potent and he fell asleep quickly.

Renie called Carol to let her know that the evening went alright. She told her what Jill had to say and that she was going to get him the estrogen. She didn’t mention the Melaphine or what it was capable of doing. Carol didn’t need to know.

As Renie got ready to go to bed she thought about how he looked today. The way he looked in the tight sexy jeans was definitely wrong. Seeing him just now, in the pretty chemise, he looked sweet and demure. She really liked that. It excited her, seeing him that way. She was glad now that she didn’t buy him many things like the jeans. From now on she would dress him to look softly pretty and sweet.

Renie looked in on him one last time. The light from the hallway spread a warm glow over him as he lay there sleeping peacefully. He looked so precious.

No one had a particularly good night’s sleep. Linda lay awake most of the night, worrying and wondering.

Patty finally fell asleep around one in her bed. She stayed with Linda till almost eleven. If it weren’t for work, she would have stayed the night with her.

Connie lay in her bed and read till Ben finally asked her to turn out the light. Connie knew Ben was upset too but he handled stress differently than she did. She didn’t resent him for being able to sleep when something was so terribly wrong. She envied him for it. She only lay there for about an hour before sleep overtook her.

Walter was already waking up before Renie unlocked his bedroom door and came in to wake him. The room looked warm and cozy with the warm sunlight filtering in through the curtains. It was a nice room, he thought to himself, looking through sleepy eyes. He wasn’t completely aware yet of where he was. He had slept deeply under the influence of the pill.

"Good morning Heather." Renie said from the foot of the bed.

Walter stretched and came awake when he realized where he was. "Good morning." He answered her cheerfully. He had to do better today. He had to be more convincing, even if it made him sick.

His respond surprised her a little. Maybe he wasn’t quite awake yet and didn’t remember. "Did you sleep well."

"Wonderfully." He told her in the same cheery voice. He was fully awake now and watched her reaction.

"Heather, do you know where you are?" Why was he so pleasant?

He was overdoing it. "Yes." He answered, losing the lilt in his voice.

That was it, he hadn’t been quite awake. "Good. It’s time to get up. Are you hungry?"

He was starved. "Yes, very." He didn’t move. He just lay there looking at her.

"Well, get up and wash your face. You don’t have to get dressed but you’ll probably want to brush your hair and put on your robe." Renie took a step back and waited to see what he’d do.

He pulled back the cover and swung his legs out of the bed. He slid easily on the silky material of the chemise. He almost enjoyed the way it felt against his skin. After another stretch he stood up an went into the bathroom.

Renie heard him run the water and in a moment he came out of the bathroom in the robe. He was trying to tie it closed with the belt and was having some difficulty. "I’ll help you with that."

He didn’t want help but he let her tie it for him. "Thanks"

"Brush your hair and I’ll help you do something with it." Renie stood to the side and he sat down at the dressing table and started brushing it. He wasn’t doing it right. "Do it like I showed you last night."

He heard the command in her voice again. There was no mistaking it. He bent over and did it her way.

"That’s better Heather. You want it to be pretty and healthy."

Renie moved behind him now and watched him in the mirror.

She made him uncomfortable. He tried to ignore her as he counted out the strokes.

"That a girl. Now I’ll help you fix your hair and we can go have breakfast." She took the brush he handed her. "In the bottom left drawer, you’ll find a white banana clip. Let me have it."

Walter fished around in the drawer and found it. He handed it to her.

"Now, pay attention so you can do this yourself next time." There was so much for him to learn.

Walter watched as she pulled his hair back from his forehead, just like Billie had done the previous day. She brushed it up from the nape of his neck and, holding all his hair in one hand, closed the clip on it.

"See, it’s just that easy. Now you just brush it out a little." She showed him how to tease it into shape. "Now, turn around and face me Heather," When he had she gave his hair the finishing touches, "and just pull out your bangs a little..... There. Now you look pretty." Renie said admiring him. "What do you think."

He could see himself in the mirror on the dresser. His front looked foolish with his bangs all teased up and he could see his reflection in the vanity mirror with his wavy hair all cascading down the back of his head. He had to say something. "It looks nice."

Renie wasn’t satisfied. "Just nice Heather? I think you look pretty."

He swallowed hard and smiled as he said, "I think it makes me look pretty too. I like it."

"That’s better." Renie said with a grin. She enjoyed coaxing him into the response. "Let’s go have breakfast."

Walter followed her out of the room. He was thankful to leave his reflection in the bedroom but the hair that bounced against the back of his neck reminded him of how silly he felt.

Renie stopped short of the kitchen. She sat down at the table. Walter looked around. Nothing was set out to eat. He just stood there until Renie spoke up. "I’d like a bowl of oat bran with milk, a glass of orange juice and some toast."

She expected him to get it for her?

"Go ahead and get familiar with the kitchen but don’t take too long, I’m hungry." Renie unfolded the morning paper she had retrieved from the porch before she woke him.

He was supposed to be her servant, he realized.

"Hurry up now Heather." Renie took the stunner from the pocket of her robe and set it on her lap.

Walter went into the kitchen and started opening the cabinets and drawers until he found everything she wanted. He started to set two place setting on the table.

"Oh no Heather. You’ll be having the instant breakfast that’s on the counter." Renie pointed to the canister on the counter, next to the blender. "Just put those things away." Renie went back to reading the paper. She kept an eye on him.

He wasn’t allowed to eat anything but that frothy drink they gave him yesterday? He had to say something. From the safety of the far side of the counter he told her, "But I’m hungry."

Renie could see that he thought he was safe. She rose from her chair, the stunner at the ready, and waked into the kitchen.

Walter shrunk back from her in terror. He backed into the far counter. "No, please..please I won’t......" He put his hands out even though he knew they wouldn’t stop the crackling weapon from getting him. He shrank back further into the corner as she advanced toward him. He dropped to the floor, trying to ball himself up so small she couldn’t find him. He was crying and begging, "Please, please!..I’m sorry.. I won’t...!"

She didn’t care for this herself but if this is what it was going to take, than so be it. She stopped only inches from him. The stunner almost touching his shoulder "You talked back Heather. You shouldn’t do that."

"I’m sorry..sorry!" He cried as he tried to cover himself with only an arm. He heard the crackle again of the stunner that was so close.

"When I tell you to do something I expect you to respond immediately."

"I will! I will!"

"Now, I’m hungry. You can have your breakfast as soon as you’ve gotten me mine." Renie stopped clicking the trigger of the shock device and took two steps back. "Wash your face. Your eyes are going to look all red and puffy."

Walter got slowly off the floor. His eyes went from Renie’s to the stunner and back again.

"Quickly now Heather." Renie said calmly.

It was a long way to the bedroom. He looked at the kitchen sink. "Yes, you can wash your face there." She told him. She held back her smile until she turned from him and left the kitchen for the table and her paper.

Her cereal, juice and toast were on the table in only a few minutes. "I like my toast buttered as soon as it comes out of the toaster Heather." She handed it back to him.

He didn’t say a word and was back with her buttered toast as quickly as he found the butter in the refrigerator.

When her breakfast was in front of her she turned to him and said, "Now you can go ahead and make you’re diet drink Heather. Just follow the directions on the package."

Walter followed the directions and mixed the chocolate drink in the blender.

"Good girl. Now bring it over here and sit down." Renie had been going to add the secret ingredient but decided to wait until his new pills arrived.

He sat with his hands in his lap, waiting for her to tell him it was alright to drink it.

She didn’t realize, at first, that he was waiting for her permission. "Go ahead and drink it Heather." Renie smiled as she looked down at her paper.

If he could have finished it in one gulp, he would have. He wasn’t going to do anything else to displease her. Anything she wanted him to do, Anything.

He just sat there when he had drained the tall glass. Renie ate her breakfast leisurely. When she was finished with every morsel she told him. "Alright Heather, you may clear the table and clean up the kitchen. I’m very fussy about the way my kitchen looks so do a good job."

He worked in silence, rapidly cleaning away all evidence of the breakfast he had just served her.

"You know Heather.." Renie started to say.

He turned to her. She had his full attention.

"No dear, keep working." She reminded him. "You know Heather, that instant drink is just what you need. You are a little overweight. We’ll just keep you on that diet until you’re in shape. You want to be in shape? You want to have a nice figure? Don’t you Heather?"

"Oh yes. Very much." He didn’t hesitate a heart beat.

"I thought so. Good." Renie got up from the table when he was finished putting away the dishes. "I think it would be nice if you were to do the laundry now Heather." Renie was just testing him.

"Yes, please." He answered anxiously.

"You do know how?" She asked. It was possible he didn’t. Just in case, she’d show him, once.

Walter had done laundry at home, to help his mother, a long time ago. His uncle didn’t have a washer or dryer. If he made a mistake, she’d be mad. "It’s been a long time." His knuckles were white from gripping the counter in fear.

That was alright. "Come on and I’ll show you how I want our laundry done." Renie led just around the corner from the kitchen to the laundry room.

After she explained how, he ran a load of towels. Renie showed him how to wash her delicate lingerie in the sink with Woolite then watched to see that he did it correctly. He even did her pantyhose and underwear. It was wonderful to have someone do that for her. Especially when that someone was her obedient, terrified, feminized little boy.

When he was finished with that chore, she asked him, "You do know how to work the vacuum? It’s in the hall closet."

"Yes." He answered quickly. It was clear that he was to be her maid. He said nothing and went right to the closet and took out the vacuum. He vacuumed the living room, dining room, hall and his bedroom while she followed him around.

"You did a nice job Heather."

"Thank you." He hated it.

"You can do my bedroom now." Renie unlocked the door and let him in.

He did it as thoroughly as he had done the rest of the apartment.

Renie couldn’t resist. It was just something about his being in there dressed the way he was. It was also the way he was responding after she put the fear of God into him.

"Heather, take off your robe please." Renie removed hers and laid it across her bed.

What did she want now. He didn’t like the tone in her voice or the look she gave him. He did take off his robe.

Renie knew she was taking a chance with him. The stunner was in her robe pocket on the bed. She just couldn’t help herself. She sat on the end of the bed and let her nightie lay where it rested on her thighs.

"Kneel down here in front of me Heather." She told the boy.

Oh God! He hesitated for a second.

"I said, kneel down here." Renie said a second time. His conditioning wasn’t a through as she thought. She wasn’t surprised. It was going to take longer to make him responsive to her wishes.

Walter knelt between her long silken legs and looked up into her face.

"Kiss me here." She pointed to her knee. Renie rested her hand on the stunner in her robe pocket.

He kissed her on the knee.

She pointed to a spot a little higher, on the inside of her thigh. "Here."

He kissed her there.

Higher, "Here." Renie pulled up her nightie a little higher.

He kissed her half way up her thigh. He could smell her fragrance before he moved away.

Renie’s head arched back slightly. "Here." She touched a spot a few inches higher.

Walter inhaled her scent deeply as he pushed his head between her legs to kiss her silken skin. She wasn’t wearing underwear and he could see her dark patch of pubic hair.

She didn’t point any more. "Higher."

He felt her stiffen as he kissed her just below her crotch. Her scent was so strong now. Something about it was intoxicating.

Renie spread her legs even further. She pulled her nightie up to her waist. "Kiss me here." She pointed to the thick patch of hair.

He held back.

"Do it Heather." She commanded softly. She reached down and took his hair in her grip.

He was pushed into her crotch. He kissed her warm flesh. She stiffened again. She held him there.

"Again" She told him softly. "

He had no choice. He kissed her again. He let his lips delay on her flesh while she held him there, moving his head up and down in her crotch.

"Lick me. lick me all over." Waves of excitement ran through her whole body.

He only stuck his tongue out. She did the rest as she moved his head by pulling his hair, first this way, then that. He tasted her juices as she became more and more excited. Faster and faster she pulled him around. Until, finally she whimpered with pleasure and let him go.

He had no sense of how long she held him there. It seemed like an eternity. His mouth and face were covered with the sweet taste of her. He had never done anything like this to a girl. He had never done anything with a girl. This was the first time he had ever seen a woman’s pussy.

"That was wonderful Heather." Renie knew it would be like that. It was wonderful and as she looked down at him she wondered, would he ever do that for her with out her having to make him. She could only hope that she could mold him to please her the way she hoped. He looked so sweet, kneeling there with his face shining with her juices.

"You better go wash Heather. Use your bathroom." She’d follow in a minute, when she calmed down.

Walter didn’t need to be told twice he grabbed his robe from the floor and hurried out of her room. It was like a bad dream. He used lots of soap and scrubbed his face with his washcloth.

She knew better than to leave him alone too long. She stood in his bathroom doorway and waited till he was done.

He didn’t see her there until he reached for the towel to dry his face.

"You’ll do that for me again, won’t you Heather?" She had control of herself again.

He was to be a sex toy too? "Yes."

"I wish you could experience how that feels." She knew no man or boy could ever experience an orgasm the way a woman could. Of course, with a seven thousand dollar operation, he might.

"I’ll try." Was that what she wanted him to say?

She looked hard at him. She hadn’t expected a response. He was almost too obedient. Well, she could possible give him a taste of what it’s like but not now. "Later Heather. Right now I want you to get dressed. I’ll lay out your clothes."

That was a relief. He didn’t know what she had in mind for him but it didn’t really matter. He followed her back into the bedroom.

"Take off your nightie and your panties." she told him as she went to his dresser and took out a pair of tights and one the leotards she bought him. "Put these on."

The door bell startled Renie. "I’ll be right back." She left, locking the door behind her.

The tights weren’t that different from pantyhose. They weren’t so bad. The leotard felt strange on him. He looked down where they fit him so snugly and was again depressed at what he didn’t see.

She was only gone a minute. The pharmacy made the delivery earlier than she expected. "Here Heather, take this." She hand him the pill and the glass of cold water she brought from the kitchen.

He wondered but didn’t ask as he put it in his mouth and swallowed the little white pill.

"Good girl. I have to get dressed so you wait for me here. Your hair is a mess, fix it while I’m gone." She took the glass from him and closed his door.

He heard the familiar sound of the lock dropping into place. He went to the vanity to fix his hair. She had managed to mess it up when she forced him to have oral sex with her.

The stretching exercises she had him do didn’t seem so hard at first. He just followed the instructor on the video tape. It did make it easier when she did them with him. He just couldn’t bend himself the way she could.

"You’ll get there Heather. We’re going to do exercises every day." They were easy for her. She worked out frequently but the poor boy didn’t have a girl’s muscle tone. Not yet anyway.

After a half hour of loosening up she let him stop. "You’re going to have a nice hot bath so that you don’t tighten up. We’ll do some aerobics this afternoon.

Dieting would take off the pounds. Aerobics would take off the fat and tone him up in the places that were important. His thighs were a little big and his waist needed slimming. Seeing him in the leotard, she could see that he would have a nice figure before too long. With his slender hips he was going to be perfect.

Walter hadn’t expected to soak in an oil bath.

"It’s good for your dry skin Heather." Renie explained. "Don’t get out until I come back." She wanted him in there for a full half hour. His skin could, and would be eventually, as smooth and silky as any girls. He’d just have to work at it a while. She’d see to it that he did.

He lay there in the hot bath, afraid to get out. It did feel good on his skin and his sore muscles didn’t mind it either. There wasn’t a centimeter around the edge of the patch that he didn’t test. No where would it even begin to peel back.

He had to make her a salad for lunch while he drank another of those diet shakes. He would have begged for solid food if he thought it would have helped. He did manage to steal a piece of lettuce when Renie wasn’t looking.

When he was finished cleaning up from lunch Renie had other work for him. "Heather, I want you to clean the whole kitchen, floors, walls, counters, oven, everything."

It took him almost two hours before she was satisfied. She made him wear rubber gloves so he didn’t ruin his hands. When he finished there he did both bathrooms under her watchful eye. He felt like an God damn maid. He didn’t complain once. Not a word.

It was getting to be mid afternoon and Dr Owens hadn’t called yet. Renie was getting worried. She would give him an hour and then she’d call him. Right now she wanted to get the boy started on his aerobics.

He had washed out the tights and leotard in the laundry room and laid them out with the other things he’d washed that morning to dry. She had anticipated that he’d need more than one pair.

These were worse than the first pair he wore. The tights were what Renie called capri length. They came to just above his calf. The leotard was a T back and he felt strange wearing it. She had him look at himself in the full length mirrors on the closet door. The back of the leotard went right up the crack of his ass. The effect was, he looked like he had a girl’s ass. He didn’t know how much of this he could stand.

Renie could see he didn’t like the outfit but he looked marvelous in it. "You really have nothing to be ashamed of Heather. You look very shapely in it. I know a lot of girls who’d die to have your figure. Just wait till....."

The phone in the bedroom rang. "I’ll be right back." Renie hurried out of the room. She didn’t forget to lock the door in her rush to answer the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is this Miss Hastings?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Would you please hold for a moment for Dr Owens?"

"Of course." This was it. Renie went and closed her bedroom door. If the boy was listening, she didn’t want him to overhear.

"Miss Hastings?"

"Yes, this is Renie. Doctor Owens?"

"Good afternoon. I’m sorry I took so long to call you. I had your sister’s results run again just to be sure of something."

"Was there a problem?" Why would he run the blood tests a second time. It worried her.

"Her hormone levels were a little unexpected. I just wanted to double check. Everything’s fine, there’s nothing to be concerned about."

Thank God! "What were you concerned about?" Renie asked.

"It’s nothing, really. I expected to find your sister’s level of hormones to be low. Instead, they’re at fairly normal levels. Her testosterone level was, on the other hand, very low. It seemed to be a contradiction, considering her problem."

"I don’t understand. I was going to ask you about Meliphine. It was recommended for her by a doctor in New York."

"Your sister certainly doesn’t need Meliphine. Her level of testosterone is so low, it hardly registered. We probably should get her a prescription for some and get her started."

She knew that a certain level of testosterone in a woman’s system was critical. Renie didn’t understand why the boy’s level was so low? How could that be? Non the less, she was thrilled with the news. At least now she didn’t have to worry about getting him the drug. "I’m so glad to hear that. So we’ll see you tomorrow at one?"

"Yes, that’ll be fine. Did your sister recover all right yesterday?" He was concerned about the girl.

"The minute we left she was just fine."

"I’m glad to hear that. Now just remember to give her one of those sedatives I prescribed for her about an hour before you come in and we’ll see you tomorrow."

"I really don’t know how to thank you Doctor Owens."

"It’s enough that I’m able to help. Good bye." It was enough that he was being paid in cash.

"Good Bye." Renie wanted to squeal with joy. She controlled herself.

She took a minute before she went back to his bedroom.

He hadn’t forgotten about Dr Owens expected call. He figured that had to be it, it was getting so late in the day. "Was that Dr Owens?" He asked Renie meekly.

"Yes. Bad news I’m afraid. He’s not going to give you your implants." There was no point in telling him. He’d only get upset. Tomorrow was soon enough for him to learn.

Walter couldn’t bring himself to look disappointed. He didn’t let the knowing smile show. He had known all along that the tests would show that he was a guy and the doctor wouldn’t go along with Renie’s sick game.

"I’m so sorry Heather." Renie could see he was delighted. Let him have his moment. She’d have her’s tomorrow.

"It’s alright. I don’t think I’m ready yet." That should appease her.

What a strange thing for him to say. Renie wondered, was he actually resigned to his fate and beginning to enjoy pretending to be a girl? Or was he stringing her along? She could find out but not right now, later.

"What say we do our aerobics Heather?" Renie asked cheerfully.

"Sure." He was going to be a total flop at this, he couldn’t even keep a beat.

Renie was disappointed at first that he did so poorly but she wasn’t about to give up. "Just do the steps until you get the beat. Let yourself feel the music." She was patient until he got the feel of it.

"Good Heather. That’s wonderful. Now just move your arms in unison, just like the girl in the video." Renie rewound the tape to that point. She was determined and was ready to spend the rest of the day at it.

Walter was amazed that he was actually able to keep the beat.

"You’re doing fine Heather. We’ll just do one step at a time." He was burning calories and toning up even though he couldn’t do it too well yet. But, Renie was sure, with the progress he was making, that he’d get it.

Carol came straight from work to Renie’s, as they agreed. She was surprised to find them in the living room, at six in the evening. The two of them doing aerobics.

"Hi." Carol said to Renie when she opened the door in her tights and leotard. Carol looked past her, into the living room, and saw the boy in the same togs, stepping and swinging his arms to the aerobics music. They were both perspiring profusely.

"Hi yourself." Renie was glad to see her. "Did you pick up that prescription?"

"Yes, did he call?" She was anxious to hear what he said.

Renie lowered her voice. "We’re all set for tomorrow. I’ll tell you all about it later. I told our Heather that he said no. I didn’t want him to worry about it till it was time."

"Ok." She followed her into the living room after she locked the door.

He looked her way as Carol walked in but didn’t stop or miss a beat.

Renie jumped back in and joined him. Carol put her purse down and sat on the couch. She watched him as they worked out, his breasts, like Renie’s bouncing up and down. She thought to herself, after tomorrow that will be his real breasts that bounce and juggle. He’ll be so much more like a real girl then.

Renie finally had enough.

Walter had actually really begun to enjoy himself. He was thrilled that he could actually move to the music the way he did. It was the most pleasure he had gotten out of the whole day.

"Did you have a nice day Heather?" Carol asked. She didn’t expect the answer she received.

"It was a wonderful day." Walter told her with a smile.

Renie got a kick out of Carol’s reaction.

"You did?" Carol asked, surprised.

"Yes, Renie and I had fun. I helped her around the house and she taught me a few things." He wasn’t quite repeating their earlier conversation word for word, but it was close.

Renie had a talk with him while they worked out. She told him that he was doing beautifully but he should try to bring their relationship up to a more congenial level. She said she didn’t want to be so hard on him and as long as they understood each other, they could be pleasant. She told him she wanted it that way. She didn’t tell him that when they were intimate, it would make it more exciting for her.

Walter agreed and from that moment on, he tried to sound like a friend. It wasn’t all that easy.

"Carol, Heather and I are going to take showers. You can come in and talk while I take mine."

"Alright." Carol followed them down the hall.

Renie stopped at his door. "Heather, after your shower why don’t you fix your hair up pretty, put on your makeup and put on one of your pretty new dresses. We’re going to get dressed up a little for dinner."

"Ok, I’d like that." He said as she closed his door and locked him in.

Carol almost busted a gut.

Renie put a finger to her lips and told her to hush.

He dropped in the chair, exhausted. He was weak from exercising so long and he was hungry. He knew he didn’t have long so he summoned what strength he had left and stood up to get undressed. He saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall. The outfit made him look so skinny. He ran a hand down his side, from his feminine chest, down past his waist to his hips. Did he really have a girl’s figure? He knew he didn’t have much of a build and he was skinny, but did he look that much like a girl?

He turned slightly and looked at the outline of rear end. He supposed he might have a nice ass for a girl. No, he dismissed the thought, it had to just be the leotard.

Walter stripped off the sweat soaked outfit and showered, washing his hair.

Standing in front of the sink in just the robe, he tried drying his hair the way Billie had shown him. Renie had given him his own hair dryer, complete with a defuser. He didn’t do badly and with the gel in his hair it looked almost as good as it had when he left the salon yesterday. He worked hard to get it right.

It wasn’t particularly comfortable standing there with those things on his chest, so before he sat down to do his makeup, he put on one of his bras. That helped. He also put on clean underwear because he didn’t like looking at the patch of brown hair in his crotch when he stood up. He refused to put on one of the T back pairs or the string bikinis. He found that the only ones left were silk and lace. It was better than nothing but when he put on the pink panties he found the feel of the material, like the nightie he had worn, felt nice against his smooth skin. He knew it was wrong to enjoy the feel of them but he couldn’t help it.

In his robe and underwear, he sat down to do his makeup. He was getting better at it and it only took him twenty minutes till he was satisfied with the way he looked. He knew he’d have to please the others so he did his best to look as natural as possible.

He walked over to the closet to try to decide which of the dresses he should wear. He didn’t want to try on any of them.

"What happened to him today?" Carol asked, after they closed Renie’s bedroom door behind them.

"What do you mean?" Renie asked grinning.

"Don’t play games. He’s wonderful. What did you do to him? He’s acting as if he was enjoying himself."

"We just had a little talk. He’s just trying real hard to be a good girl." Renie could hardly keep from laughing. "No, really. I just put the fear of God in him and he’s been good ever since."

"You threatened him with the stunner." Carol stated. "He’s that afraid of it?"

"He’s that afraid of it." Renie affirmed. "He was a little like an obedient robot for a while but I just had to tell him to behave like he was enjoying himself and that we were good friends and he’s been wonderful ever since."

"No problems?" Carol was amazed.

"Not a one." Renie said as she stepped into her shower.

Carol loved it. "He even looks better than he did yesterday."

"I know." Renie answered over the sound of running water. "I think he’s beginning to get the hang of it."

Carol wondered about him in his room, getting showered and ready for dinner. "Do you really think he’ll get dressed on his own? Without one of us in there?"

"He knows what to do. I want to see how he does. I think he’ll do alright." He had to be given a chance. Renie was pretty sure of herself.

"So what did the doctor say?" Carol wanted to hear everything.

Renie couldn’t wait to tell her. She stuck her head out from behind the shower curtain. "That was weird. His estrogen level was fine."

"We knew it would be with the pills you gave him." Carol expected that.

"Yea, but what was strange was that his male hormone levels were low, very low." Renie still hadn’t figured that out.

That was a surprise to Carol. "They were low? Why?"

"Well, I couldn’t very well ask him that, could I?" It was a dumb thing to say.

"No, I suppose not." She should have thought. "So he’s going to do it tomorrow?" Carol couldn’t wait to see him with his own real breasts.

"One o’clock." Renie climbed from the shower and dried off.

Carol wished she could be there to see him when he came out of the doctor’s office. She’d have to wait till she got home from work.

He had tried on two and they were no good. He didn’t understand why they would buy him such low cut dresses. His falsies showed and looked terrible. Then he realized that they had planned on him having those implants and he would have been able to wear them. He was so relieved that wasn’t going to happen.

He took down the only one left that wasn’t too upsetting to try on. It was a peach colored, light cotton dress. It fit him loosely and he preferred that. The short sleeves came down to his elbows, that was ok. The collar was high but still showed a little of his chest, not like the other two. The shoulder pads looked a little strange. He was relieved that it wasn’t too short. It came to his knees.

It was then that he realized he had forgotten pantyhose. He went in the dresser and took out a package. There were a few different colors of them, a few different pairs of black, a pair of white ones and even a pair of blue ones. Walter took one of the natural colored ones. The package said they were ‘Taupe’.

He had to be careful putting them on. He was getting used to his long nails but he felt like they would tear at the slightest touch, they were so fine. To his relief, he managed to get them on in one piece.

He looked at the shoes that stood on the floor of the closet. He turned his back on them, The heels were all so high, almost twice as tall as the shoes Linda had bought him.

He wondered for a second how they would go with the dress he had on. They were peach too. There was no point worrying about it, they were back at Linda’s house.

Linda! He wondered what she was doing right now? Did she think about him? She had been so worried about him when she dropped him off. If only he could call her. If only she could get him out of this place. If only....

He put the hoop earrings back into the holes in his ears. He only had a little trouble getting them in.

The mirrors were his nemesis. Each time he looked in them he was reminded how much he looked like a girl now.

He had mussed his hair, pulling the dress on over his head. He took his brush and fixed it. What was left to do? Shoes, of course. Perfume! He should put on some of the new perfume Renie bought him.

The scent haunted him, the way it reminded him of Cindy, pretty, sweet Cindy. What would she think if she saw him. He drove her from his mind. He tried to, at least.

He opened the jewelry box on the dresser. Renie had added it to his things today. He looked through and took out a gold bracelet. The plain gold hoop fit snugly over his hand.

A necklace? There were several. He picked the delicate gold serpentine. The clasp was a problem and it took him a few frustrating minutes before he finally got it.

He was back to the only thing left, shoes. He figured he had only two options, the taupe or the white. Both had the same high heels. He tried the white first. They were a little tight in the toe and he didn’t like the strap across the back. The taupe pumps were also tight in the toe but they didn’t have a strap across the heel.

He realized all girl’s shoes had narrow toes, even the white flats he had worn had pinched his toes a little but he got used to them. He supposed it was just something they got used to. He never would and he didn’t plan on trying. He decided on the taupe pumps.

Walking in heels wasn’t so bad after wearing them all day on Sunday. These were much higher and they were definitely harder to walk in.

He was ready. he sat down on the edge of the bed to wait. He crossed his legs and pulled down the dress as far as it would go. He sat where he couldn’t see himself in any of the mirrors in the room.

Getting her long hair dry was why it always took Renie so long to get ready. She didn’t normally wear a dress at home but tonight was special.

Carol was anxious to see him. To see how well he did on his own, getting dressed. "Will you hurry up." She told Renie.

"Relax, he’s not going anywhere." Renie was just about ready. she was dressed and her hair was done. She just had to finish her makeup.

Carol was glad she had worn a dress to work today. She would have felt funny it they were both in dresses and she had worn slacks.

Renie was anxious to see him too. She hurried.

Carol paced the floor. "How do you think he’ll look?"

"I don’t know, we’ll see in a minute." Renie told her impatiently.

"No! I mean tomorrow, when the doctor’s done with him." Carol tried to picture him with his own breasts. It was difficult.

Renie was sorry she had snapped at Carol. "He said he was an excellent candidate for implants. He assured me that Heather would look completely natural when he was finished." Renie had been wondering the same thing.

She was finally ready. "Ok, let’s go see how he did."

Walter heard them in the hallway. He heard the lock click and stood up. He had been practicing sitting different ways, trying to look natural. He didn’t want them to see him doing that. They might think he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t till the door opened that he realized that he wanted them to think he was happy and trying hard to be what they wanted him to be. It was too late.

Renie was delighted with the way he look, standing there. "Heather, you look lovely." She told him happily.

Carol couldn’t believe he had done so well on his own. "You look delightful."

Renie didn’t care for those shoes with that dress. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings but they weren’t right. "Heather, I think your white shoes would look much nicer with that dress."

He knew they would but he didn’t like the straps. He didn’t disagree. "Oh, I thought these would be alright. I’ll change." He told her agreeingly. It was getting a little easier to act the part, as much as it nauseated him.

It only took him a minute to swap shoes.

Carol whispered to Renie, behind his back. "A slip."

Renie looked and saw he wasn’t wearing one. Well, she shouldn’t expect him to learn everything in one day. "Heather, your dress is a very light material. You really should put on a slip.

Oh God! He hadn’t even thought of that. "I’m sorry." He finished stepping into the white heels and went and opened the drawer that held his slips, all neatly folded. He had seen long white and black slips. He also had several half slips in different lengths. He figure he should wear white since his only other choice was black. What he wasn’t sure of was whether she wanted him to wear a long or short one. "Would my short white one be alright with this dress?" He had to ask.

"Definitely your white half slip Heather." Renie told him, loving the way he asked. He referred to everything as ‘his’. It was wonderful.

He took it out of the drawer and it unfolded in his hand. He looked down at the delicate lace trim on the hem and slit. What could be more feminine, he asked himself, feeling so strange?

He started to take off one of his shoes.

"Just step into it Heather. You don’t have to take your shoes off." Carol told him.

He felt a little shaky in the heels but managed, without losing his balance. He had to pull the dress up to bring the slip up to his waist. He would have preferred not to, in front of Renie and Carol, but they didn’t give him much choice.

Renie was very pleased with his progress. He looked adorable as he struggled to get his slip up. She could see which panties he had picked to wear, through his pantyhose, and she wasn’t surprised. He looked so sweet.

Carol was equally thrilled with him but still surprised at how cooperative he’d become.

He was ready. As ready as he’d ever be.

"It’s getting late girls. Let’s go make dinner." Renie had filled Carol in about how he was expected to prepare her meals but they decided it would be more fun to all do it together tonight.

He was going to be allowed to eat something tonight. One meal a day was going to be it though. So far, Renie calculated, he had had only four hundred calories today. She was going to let him have a salad and yogurt for dinner. That would only bring him to seven hundred for the day. That was plenty. They were going to eat light tonight too, just to make it easier on him.

Walter was surprised that they helped him. He wondered if Renie was too ashamed to let Carol know how she really treated him.

Dinner was wonderful. He was so glad to finally have something in his stomach. Strangely, he felt full after eating so light a meal.

"Heather will clean up while we go in the living room." Renie told Carol. "You don’t mind, do you Heather?"

"No, not at all. I want to help." He didn’t want to do any such thing.

Carol thought it was amazing. "Thank you Heather." She said as she got up from the table.

"It’s my pleasure." He told her as he began to clear the table.

Renie could see him from the couch as he cleaned up the kitchen.

"He’s terrific." Carol liked not having to clean up after herself. "I think he should come live with me." She could teach him how to cook for her. She’d be in heaven.

"He’s still got a long way to go." Renie had no intention of letting him leave her.

It only took him a few minutes to clean up. "Heather, come on in the living room and join us." Renie called to him. They had put the TV on and Carol had found a movie in the TV Guide for them to watch.

He didn’t mind the chance to just sit and relax. It had been an exhausting day and he was tired.

Getting off his feet would be a pleasure too. The shoes were getting to him.

Their choice in movies was ironic. He recognized the movie instantly, ‘Some Like It Hot’. It was that old movie where Tony Curtis and Jack Lemon had to pretend to be two girls in a band to get away from some gangsters who were chasing them. He used to get a kick out of watching it. Now, it hit a little too close to home.

They both kept an eye on him. It had been pure luck that this particular night they were showing this movie. They made jokes about how funny looking the two were as girls. They pointed out the obvious ways that Heather was so much better looking than they were.

He didn’t need them to tell him. He could see the mistakes they made and how they didn’t really look like young women. He looked much more natural than they ever could. He knew that and deep down inside, he felt a kind of satisfaction.

Renie and Carol could see that he didn’t enjoy their comments and stopped teasing him. They just sat and enjoyed the movie.

By the time it was over it was ten o’clock and the boy’s head was nodding. "Heather, why don’t you go get ready for bed. You look so tired."

He had been nodding off and he didn’t mind being sent to bed. "I am sort of tired." He admitted.

Renie had worked him hard, she wasn’t surprised. "You know what to do. Don’t forget to take out your earrings and put in the studs."

He knew what she expected him to do. "I won’t." He told her, faking a smile. "Goodnight."

Carol followed him to his room. She locked the door behind him.

He undressed, leaving on only the panties. He pulled out the chemise he had worn last night. It felt as nice against his skin, as it had then. He didn’t mind wearing it nearly as much as he had. Who’d know, he asked himself?

Walter took off his makeup and moisturized. He replaced the earrings then brushed his hair. Without Renie there to watch him, he only brushed it about fifty times. It was just his small way of rebelling.

He had only just finished when Renie came in with a pill. He recognized it as a sleeping pill. Was she going to make him take them every night, he wondered?

She waited while he got into bed. "You did very well today Heather. Just continue to be a good girl and we’ll get along beautifully." Seeing him in the nightie stirred her. It was too bad Carol was still there. She would have liked to take him to her bedroom again. She wanted him to satisfy her. Well, not tonight.

"I will, I promise." He didn’t see the stunner on her but he was sure she had it.

"Good night Heather." Renie bent over and kissed him on the forehead. She turned her cheek to his lips.

What she wanted was obvious. He pecked her cheek. "Good night."

So sweet, she thought. "Sleep tight." She told him as she flipped the light switch. Smiling, she closed and locked his door.

He lay there in the dark. He wondered how long this was going to go on. She couldn’t hope to keep him here indefinitely. Where did his uncle think he was? Did he know what she was doing to him? He wasn’t able to tell by the short conversation at his house on Monday morning.

Linda! Patty! Where are you!?

Linda had a terrible day. She could hardly concentrate on her work. She made a half a dozen ledger entry mistakes. Fortunately, her friend Donna caught them and not her boss. She called her machine at home during lunch, hoping to find he had called and left a message. There was only the one message, the one from her mother.

She and Patty talked on the phone around three. They tried to console each other but the platitudes didn’t help. By the time she got home she was exhausted. Having hardly slept a wink last night she had a light dinner and got ready for bed by eight thirty.

She tried to read. She called her mother. "No, not a word."

"I just don’t understand." Connie told Linda, frustrated.

"I don’t know Mom. I know she’d call if she could."

"I’m sure she would Sweetheart. Maybe tomorrow."

"I hope so." Linda told her.

"Me too. Good night Honey."

"Good night Mom. Give Dad a kiss for me." Linda turned off the light when she hung up. Sleep would help her forget, for a while.

 

Renie didn’t let him sleep late. It was only seven thirty when she woke him. "Come on sleepy head."

He felt groggy until he washed his face.

Like yesterday, Renie had him put on his robe and just brush his hair. She put it in a little pony tail for him, just like she had done to her own hair. She thought it was sweet that the looked alike in their nighties and robes with their hair the same.

"Get up on the scale please Heather." She asked him nicely.

He did and saw that he had lost some weight. It wasn’t surprising, considering he hadn’t eaten a real meal in days. Breakfast at Linda’s on Monday had been his last and it was Wednesday.

Renie was satisfied with his weight. He had lost almost four pounds. He weighed about one twenty two. She would check him every morning from now on. It shouldn’t take him long to get down to about one fifteen, one twelve. She figured that would be a good weight for him, for his size and build.

She complemented him, "You’re losing nicely Heather. Soon, you’ll have a nice figure."

He didn’t want a ‘nice figure’, he wanted food. What he got was another big diet drink. She had him make vanilla this time.

"You need a little variety." She told him.

He had to sit there and watch her eat her breakfast and it killed him. He didn’t say anything to her, of course. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

He didn’t have to be told to clean up. Renie was happy when he did it without her asking. It was much nicer this way. She folded her paper when he was done and put it on the pile of trash to go out.

Renie had been thinking about this moment since she woke up. "Come on Heather." She took his hand in hers and led him down the hall to her room.

He was afraid he knew what she wanted. When she took him in her bedroom he had no doubt of what was to come.

Renie had the stunner in her hand when she took off her robe when she sat on the end of the bed. "You want to make me happy, don’t you Heather?"

He wanted to run. Walter had only dreamed of having sex with a girl. This sort of thing wasn’t part of his dream. "Yes."

"You know what I like?"

"Yes." He did.

"Good girl." Renie laid all the way back on the bed and spread her legs for him.

Walter started where he had yesterday. He got down on his knees and kissed her knees. He moved slowly higher, kissing her gently as he went.

"Slowly, don’t rush." She told him as she grew more and more excited.

He went slowly up the inside of her thigh with his lips.

"Put your hands on my hips Heather." Renie said gasping. She twitched with pleasure when he did. She raised her knees and put her feet flat on the bed.

It was so weird to do this but there was something exciting about it too.

"Bring your hands up my sides slowly, to my breasts." Renie’s excitement was building. This was much better than yesterday.

He did as she told him. He moved his hands slowly across her smooth skin, under the nightie, until he felt the soft, pliable form of her breasts.

"Lightly, rub my nipples."

He touched them lightly and felt her tense. Was this how all women reacted to the touch, he wondered. He forgot about kissing her thighs for a second, then started again.

The sweet smell of her was strong and he was only inches from her now.

He was learning how to touch her, to excite her, by her reactions. He learned what to do with his fingers to excite her. He was a little worried about poking her with his nails but he hadn’t yet.

"Kiss my clitoris." Renie told him.

He didn’t know what her clitoris was. He moved closer and kissed her moist pink skin.

"No Heather, here." Renie showed him with her finger.

He kissed her there and felt her squirm with pleasure. He continued to caress her nipples as he kissed her.

"Suck on it." Renie told him in a whisper. She was going insane with pleasure. He could have done almost anything to her now and she would be powerless to stop him. Her hand still rested on the stunner but her thoughts were elsewhere.

That idea didn’t excite him but she was in control. He took the soft wet skin between his lips and sucked. It pulled into his mouth and it felt strange. He could feel her excitement.

It was wonderful. "More! Lick me and suck."

He couldn’t do both at once. He licked her like she had made him do yesterday, moving his tongue up and down over her wet, warm skin.

"Oh God, Heather." Renie moaned. It was so much better.

He learned quickly. He knew now what excited her and her trembling was doing something to him. Strange that he didn’t feel an erection?

Walter would do what ever she wanted now. She wouldn’t have to threaten him.

Renie finally came to orgasm and spasms of pleasure went all through her. She didn’t stop him from sucking on her. She clamped her legs tight around his head, holding him there. His hands continued to caress her breasts. It was wonderful.

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move his head. He just kept sucking on her. It was getting a little hard to breath with his face pressed against her.

Renie finally had enough and let him go. He had been so good.

He was glad she let go finally. He sat back and took a deep breath.

"Heather," She stroked his head. "that was wonderful." She just wanted to lie there for a few minutes. She pressed his head down on her stomach and just stroked him. She wanted the moment to linger.

Renie thought about what she might do for him but decided it was too soon. After the surgery. She’d wait until he had a little more time to adjust. She would wait..

He hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to be forced to satisfy the man. How the guy held his head and he had to slide his mouth up and down on his big dick. How it gagged him, almost choking him. Then at the end when he felt it throb and shoot his cum, his juices, into his throat. He had to swallow or choke. This wasn’t much different, in both cases he was physically forced to perform the act. He had no more choice now than he did then.

"Heather, you should probably go wash up." Renie was ready to get on with their day.

Neither of them had said anything for a few minutes. Hearing her voice, he was suddenly very ashamed of himself. He looked up at her, she was propped up on her elbows, smiling at him. What had he done!? It wasn’t like the rape at the hands of his uncle’s friends. Or was it. Had Renie just raped him. No, in a strange way, he had enjoyed it. That wasn’t rape, he told himself

He felt dirty. He wanted to wash. "Yes, I think I should." He didn’t rush out of the room. She watched him with that strange look, the look that bothered him so much.

He glanced at the clock on the night stand and couldn’t believe the time. They had come into Renie’s bedroom at eight thirty. It was almost nine thirty now. Had he been so engrossed in the act that an hour had passed? Walter picked up his robe and left.

His mouth didn’t feel clean enough until he used the mouth wash.

When Renie appeared in his bathroom door, she still had that contented look on her face.

She stood there looking at him. He was so docile, so obedient. Her fantasy was becoming a reality. "Ok Heather, get changed into your tights and leotard. You need to do your stretching exercises again. We’re going to go right into aerobics this morning when you’re limbered up so let’s get ready." Renie left him to get into his outfit, while she got herself ready.

This was the last time for a few days that he could exercise and she didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

It would take his mind off how he felt right now. The aerobics that he had dreaded yesterday had turned out to be fun. He never learned to dance and always felt he had two left feet. Yesterday, he learned he didn’t, and he enjoyed himself.

He knew it would only take him a minute to get into the tights and leotard. He went back into the bedroom. He pulled his nightie off and sat on the end of the bed and put on his bra.

His tights lay on his bed. Renie must have brought them from the laundry room. At least she didn’t bring him the leotard with the T back. He pulled on the tights and stepped into his leotard. He was sitting on the side of the bed, tying his sneakers, when the mirror caught his eye. He finished and went over an looked at himself again.

He did have a nice figure. He also had pretty hair. Something he had never tried, in all the times he looked at himself in the mirror, occurred to him, he smiled. Not a grin, not a half smile but a full fledged, warm your heart smile. He did have a nice smile he decided.

It wasn’t any easier than it had been yesterday and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any more limber.

"Be a little patient with yourself Heather." She could see that he was trying harder today. She didn’t quite know why, but she was pleased. "It’s going to take a little time."

He was frustrated that she could flex so easily but he couldn’t stretch as far as she could. "I wish I could bend like you." He told her. It was partly the act. It was partly jealousy. He should be able to do anything she could.

"In time Heather, in time." She told him smiling. She had made up her mind that morning, in the bedroom. He would have lots of time.

They took breaks when Renie saw he was getting tired. She knew the glasses of water she gave him would help cleanse is system and speed up his weight loss. He’d also sweat it out. They did the entire workout but it took almost two hours.

He felt good about how well he did. He wasn’t as graceful as Renie but he wasn’t bad.

"You probably don’t dance, do you Heather." Renie asked as the two sat of the floor resting for a minute, getting their breath.

"No, I could never learn." He knew he missed out on a lot because of it.

Renie smiled. "Well, you’re going to learn. I’ll teach you."

That would be fun. Renie loved to dance.

He liked the idea but having this woman teach him was not so appealing. After doing the aerobics he no longer felt that he had only two left feet. He could learn.

Renie looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven and he should start getting ready.

"Heather, why don’t we get showered. You don’t need to wash your hair just now though." They didn’t have that much time.

"Alright." They got up from the floor and went to his bedroom.

"Go ahead and jump in and I’ll lay out some clothes for you to wear. Just rinse out your things in the sink and hang them over the shower rod when you’re done."

"I will." He smiled when he said it. It was his first attempt to really appear happy and it seemed to work because she smiled back.

It was unexpected and she wasn’t so sure she liked it. Renie had seen him smile a few times but never at her. Did he feel closer because of their intimacy? Whatever the reason, it bothered her. Her fantasy was to manipulate and control the boy, to feminize him and make him satisfy her, against his will. She wanted him docile and agreeable, but not happy.

The shower felt good and he lingered a little while as the water beat on him. He washed around the breast forms, wishing he could take them off but he knew better than to try.

He was getting used to the scented soap he used. Was his skin getting smoother, he wondered, as he ran his hands over his waist and hips?

When he was dried off he looked to make sure Renie was gone. The bedroom door was closed, there were clothes laid out on his bed. He was curious what she had put out for him to wear but he wanted to do something before he went to look.

Walter got back up on the scale and was surprised to see that he was a pound lighter then he had been this morning. At this rate he would be down to the weight she wanted him to be quickly. He was starting to have mixed feelings about that.

He wanted to hang onto his manhood but at the same time he wanted to look convincing in the clothes they had bought him. He told himself that it was only to please them, to get them to relax their vigilance, but was that the only reason? Of course it was, he told himself.

Renie had laid out a skirt and blouse along with his underwear. He was pleased to find that she had given him a pair of normal panties to wear and not the T backs. With only the panties and bra on, he sat down to do his makeup and fix his hair.

He was getting better with the makeup and it only took him fifteen minutes before he was pleased with the way he looked. He fussed over his hair longer than that. He experimented with one of the banana clips. It was a little difficult to do himself because he couldn’t get all his hair into it easily himself. He tried one of the bows. They were all different and he finally managed to get the black one on in a way that he had seen girls wear them, high on the back of their heads, and it looked nice.

He wondered what Renie would think of his efforts and decided to leave it that way. He let his bangs fall across his forehead. They felt funny but he decided he could get used to them.

Now he was ready to get dressed. The black skirt was a little short and it had a slit in the back. He wasn’t sure how it looked with the black stockings. The slip she gave him to wear had more lace trim than the white one he wore last night. He was careful to line up the slit with the one in the back of his skirt.

Was it silk, he wondered, as he pulled on the short sleeved gold blouse. He liked the way it felt against his skin. It was so light and delicate. He buttoned it up and tucked it into his skirt. He was careful to be sure it didn’t bunch up. The campshirt bloused out nicely over the waistband of the skirt.

He stepped into the black pumps. The weren’t too uncomfortable. He walked over to the mirror to look and realized he had forgotten to put on any jewelry.

He wanted to try something different than the hoops. He took out the studs and tried several different pairs. He wasn’t comfortable with any of them but the gold balls looked the nicest with his outfit. They seemed a little heavy, pulling down his earlobes slightly, but they were pretty.

There was a tennis bracelet that was set with what looked like diamonds. It looked nice on his wrists. The necklace, with the diamond like setting, looked appropriate around his neck, hanging outside the collar of his blouse.

He hadn’t noticed the rings before. He took out the plain gold one. The other two had stones set in them and he felt funny about even trying them on. The gold one wasn’t very flashy, it had a delicate pattern. He tried it on several of his fingers to see how it would look but it fit his index finger best and he left it there.

The only makeup he had left to put on was his lipstick. It had been Linda’s advice to put it on only after getting dressed and he remembered. Again, he sat down at the vanity. He hadn’t tried it since she showed him how to outline his lower lip to make it look fuller but he tried it now. When he put on the lipstick they did look fuller. He was happy with the result of his efforts.

Walter returned to the mirror on the wall. Now he was fully dressed and he looked nice. It didn’t feel right to tell himself he looked pretty, but he did. His smile still disappointed him. He didn’t have a girl’s smile. He brushed it off.

He remembered how silly the two guys in the movie had looked when they dressed up. They didn’t look like women at all. They didn’t look any where near as convincing as he did. Standing there with his hands on his hips, he agreed that he needed to loose a little more weight.

Renie waited as long as she could. She wanted to give him time to get ready. It was almost noon and they’d have to leave soon, to get to the doctor’s on time. She was so excited. She couldn’t wait to see him with real breasts of his own. He was going to be so pretty. Just the thought of him with breasts turned her on.

"Well, don’t you look pretty." Renie was delighted when she saw him.

"Thanks." He appreciated the complement and smiled shyly.

He had done beautifully. Renie wouldn’t ask him to change a thing. "I really like those earrings with that blouse."

He looked in the mirror again. The earrings swung as he turned his head. "I thought they looked nice."

She didn’t miss the bracelet on his wrist or the necklace. Then she noticed the ring. She liked the black bow in his hair, especially with his black skirt. The black stockings made his legs look so slender.

"You did beautifully Heather and you did it all by yourself. I’m very proud of you."

So was he. "I tried. I’m glad you’re pleased."

She was more than pleased. He wanted her approval and she loved it.

She glanced at the clock. "Ready for lunch?"

Lunch? Another glass of diet drink? It was better than nothing and he was feeling a little weak. "Definitely."

Renie ate the tuna salad he made her. When he sat down to have his drink she asked him to get her another napkin. While his back was turned she dropped the pills she had crushed while he was busy in the kitchen, into his drink. She gave him one and a half of the sedatives the doctor had prescribed. She wasn’t going to take any chances. The other pill was his hormones. In her excitement this morning, she had forgotten. All she had on her mind was to get him into her bedroom. What a delightful way to begin the day. Maybe they could start every day that way. She would certainly go to work with a smile on her face.

There was no point in dwelling on that now. She wasn’t going to work for another week and a half. There was lots of time to make plans.

He had never even picked up a woman’s magazine and he found himself so engrossed in the one she gave him to look at that he didn’t even notice she was finished with her lunch.

He had started by just flipping the pages but different articles caught his interest. He read a whole page about hair care and styling when he saw the picture of the girl and she had the same wavy hair that he had. He stopped to read another article about a makeover the magazine did on a girl that was very plain looking. The before and after photos amazed him.

Renie was thrilled by his interest but they had to go. It was after twelve. "You can bring that with you if you want Heather."

He looked up at her, worried. They were going out!? "Where are we going?" He asked, without thinking.

"We’re just going to get you a couple of things." She knew she couldn’t tell him. He’d know soon enough.

Walter wasn’t comfortable with the thought of going out in public. Here, in the safety of the apartment he could pretend, but out there...? He wasn’t so sure.

Of course he was scared. Renie expected that but looking the way he did, he really had nothing to worry about. "You shouldn’t be scared Heather. You look just fine."

He wasn’t convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Don’t be silly. Now go and get your purse and we’ll get going."

It was on his dresser. It still held all the makeup he needed and his brush. He slung the strap onto his shoulder and met Renie in the living room. He was so nervous.

Renie unlocked the door and ushered him out into the warm afternoon sun. Getting down into the bucket seats of her Camaro was harder than getting into Carol’s Bronco or Linda’s Grand Am, especially in his heals. He remembered what Linda told him about sitting first them swinging his legs in.

Renie watched him with delight. "Where did you learn to do that?" She asked him.

"Linda showed me."

"On Saturday?" She didn’t remember her doing that.

He realized he goofed. He didn’t want her to know about what he and Linda did on Sunday. "Yes." He lied.

She still didn’t remember. Well, it wasn’t important. It was nice that he knew and that was enough.

The medication began to take effect. Walter was feeling light headed. "I feel funny." He told Renie as she steered the car through traffic. His vision was blurry.

"It’s probably just the fresh air." She hoped he didn’t pass out. Maybe she should have only given him the one pill. "Just put your head back." She suggested.

He did and closed his eyes.

Renie wasted no time now. She just hoped no cop caught her speeding.

He had been still feeling the effect of being stunned when they left the doctor’s on Monday. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t realize where she was taking him but just in case, she parked around the corner from the office.

"Come on Heather. You’ll feel better when you get out and walk." She hoped she wouldn’t have a problem getting him into the office.

He was in a haze. He managed to open the car door but when he went to get out he was too weak to stand.

Damn! What was she going to do now? She couldn’t very well carry him in. She stood there, next to the car, trying to think. Then it dawned on her. "Heather, you just relax there. I’ll be right back."

Renie returned a few minutes later with the wheel chair. The receptionist was aware, from Heather’s chart, that she had a disorder and gave Renie the chair to bring her sister in.

He was almost passed out and getting him into the chair wasn’t easy. At least he didn’t fight her and he had no idea where he was.

Renie thanked to woman when she wheeled her ‘sister’ into the waiting room. "I’m afraid the sedative, along with her nerves, have left my sister a little too weak. I really appreciate you loaning me the chair."

This was a first for Marsha but she was understanding. "It’s alright." She thought it might not look too good for business to have their other patients see the girl like this. The prep room was ready for her. "Why don’t you follow me and we’ll take her in back."

Walter didn’t understand why he had to get into the wheel chair. Why couldn’t she just take him home? He heard they two women talking by he didn’t understand what they said. His vision was clouded as he struggled to make sense of what was taking place. He didn’t know where he was.

That was fine with Renie. She didn’t like to see him sitting out here in the wheel chair waiting.

"Would you like to help her undress?" Normally the patients would come back alone but under the circumstance... She handed the sister a gown. "Help her put this on."

Renie, a little concerned, asked, "Does she need to take everything off?"

"She can keep her panties on." Marsha told her.

That was a relief. "I’d like to wait with her until the doctor’s ready for her."

"I’m afraid that after she’s sedated you’ll have to wait in the waiting room. You’re welcome to stay with your sister till then. It’s just office policy." Marsha said smiling. "I’ll be back in a few minutes to prep her. She’ll be resting comfortably a few minutes after I give her the sedative. We’ll take good care of her." Marsha assured her sister. They didn’t like people just wandering around.

Since Doctor Owens was doing this young woman as a fill in, he had told Marsha to have her prepped and ready at a moment’s notice. It wasn’t the first time he worked a patient in this way.

He still didn’t recognize his surroundings, didn’t know what was going on. The medication left him too doped up to even form the question he thought he wanted to ask Renie.

When she started undressing him he didn’t fight her. He wasn’t able to help her much either.

Renie was glad he was so docile. She had anticipated that she’d need to stun him but he was so out of it that it wasn’t going to be necessary. She took off his blouse and bra. She peeled off his breast forms. She was thrilled with the fact that he’d never need them again. She couldn’t wait to see how his new chest would look like. She had never seen how a woman looked with implants. Pictures in magazines, of course, but not live, up close.

She had to help him up on the gurney and was able to unzip and drop his skirt and slip before she got him to lie down. The black pantyhose were a problem and she tore them getting them off him.

The gown was a little difficult to get on him but she managed by having him roll over from side to side.

There was only one last thing she had to do and she used paper towels and the nail polish remover that she brought in her purse to clean away the residue from the tape that had been on his chest. He was ready.

He lay there, half in and half out of consciousness. He didn’t know what was going on. Renie had undressed him, but why? Where was he? He didn’t know this place.

Renie pulled a chair up next to the gurney and sat down. She took off his bracelet and necklace. She quietly stroked his head. She didn’t know if he could understand her. His eyes were so glazed over. "Can you hear me Heather?"

He could understand her. He nodded.

She didn’t like the fact that he was able to respond. The medication must have been wearing off. What if he started asking questions of the nurses? They mustn’t discover that he could talk. That would ruin everything. What should she tell him? "Don’t try to talk Heather. Just lie still. You fainted and I brought you here to lie down." Would he believe that?

Turning his head, he looked around the sterile looking room. He looked back to Renie with a question in his eyes.

This wasn’t good, Renie decided. He did seem to have a degree of comprehension. "Heather, you just lay still, I’ll be back in a minute." Renie opened the door, looking for the nurse, Marsha. She wasn’t in sight. She found her at the front desk. "Excuse me."

Marsha looked up. "Yes?"

"Heather, my sister, is getting very nervous."

Marsha had special instructions from the doctor. "I’ll be there with a sedative in a minute." She told the woman.

It wasn’t unusual for a patient to be nervous but the doctor had told her to sedate this one if she became too worked up. There was a note on her chart about a nervous disorder or something. Marsha went to get the sedative ready.

He turned his head to look when she came in. He was becoming more alert by the minute. He could ruin everything.

His voice was so weak as he managed to only whisper. "Why am I here?" He was able to think more clearly now. He knew he was in some kind of doctor’s office. He could tell that much. Why had they undressed him? Everything was so confused. If he had the strength he would have gotten off the gurney, dressed and gotten out of there.

"Just relax Heather. There’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to be fine." Where was that nurse? She was going to have to stun him in a minute if she didn’t hurry. She picked up her purse and took out the stunner. She was only a foot away from him when the nurse came in. She hid it behind her.

Walter saw the stunner and froze.

Marsha had the syringe ready. She swabbed the girl’s arm. "Just lie still dear. This will help you to relax."

He looked from Renie to the nurse and saw the syringe. He was about to object when, looking past the nurse, he saw Renie bring out the stunner and with a threatening look, put a finger over her lips, Telling him to be silent.

Marsha didn’t waste any time. She seemed to be terrified of the needle. The quicker she gave her the injection the better. She slid the needle into her arm.

He wanted to tell her to stop. He wanted to tell her ‘Don’t’. He saw Renie step closer to him, still threatening with the stunner. It was too late, he felt the needle go into his arm and jumped.

Marsha pushed the fluid into her arm. She would be out in a few seconds.

He felt completely helpless. His eyes clouded as they filled with tears. He faded off onto unconsciousness.

Renie breathed a sigh of relief as he succumbed to the medication. "She just can’t handle being near doctors or nurses." Renie explained. "She just panics."

Marsha felt sorry for her. "She’ll be alright now. That will keep her out for a few hours. The Doctor will take good care of her." Marsha attached a monitor so she would constantly be checked from the station down the hall. It would tell them if she started to regain consciousness. Marsha would return and give her another shot if necessary. She was sure it wouldn’t be. The doctor would be finished with Mrs Estepafan in about forty five minutes and this girl was next.

"She wants the implants so much. She worked so hard in therapy just to get up the courage to come to Doctor Owens." Renie laid it on.

"She’ll be just fine. The Doctor is an excellent surgeon." Marsha had been with him for years. Now the woman needed to leave. "You’ll need to wait in the waiting room now Miss Hastings."

She was nervous about leaving him alone. She trusted that the medication would do what the nurse said but she didn’t feel comfortable about it.

She asked at the Doctor’s front desk and found out where the nearest branch of her bank was. Renie made a quick trip out to get the Doctor’s cashier’s check.

She took a seat by the magazine rack and tried to get comfortable. She remembered his interest in the magazine earlier. She thought he might enjoy have some to read when they got home. He was going to spend the next couple of days in bed, immobile. The sooner he recovered the sooner she could resume his normal schedule. This was going to be the only part of his transformation that she didn’t like. She was going to have to sit around and be his nurse maid.

The time dragged by. Two o’clock came and went. Two thirty. Renie had been watching the traffic through the hallway behind the reception desk. She was watching for the doctor. He certainly would be done soon. There was always the chance that he would discover the boy’s secret at the last minute and it would all come to an end. Her fantasy would be over. She couldn’t bear the thought of that happening. He was doing so well.

It was a quarter of four when she finally caught a glimpse of the doctor. Renie jumped up and asked the girl behind the desk if she could speak to the doctor now.

The woman was a pest but Candice didn’t let her see she was annoyed. "I’ll see." She rang his office. He answered on the first ring. "Miss Hastings is concerned about her sister Doctor."

Renie wondered what the doctor was telling his receptionist?

"I’ll tell her. Oh, alright. Yes, I’ll tell Marsha."

What was that all about, had something gone wrong?

Maybe now the woman would relax. "The doctor says your sister’s fine. There’s nothing to be worried about."

Renie was relieved to hear that. It meant that he performed the surgery successfully but there was still plenty to worry about. She had to get to him before he regained consciousness. She had to be there to keep him quiet.

"May I see her now?"

"The Doctor says she’s still sedated. He just checked on her. If you want to see her I’ll have to get Marsha to take you back." This woman was such a pain in the ass. Couldn’t she wait a little while? Her sister would be out from under in just a short time.

"Please." Renie urged her to call the woman.

"Just a moment." There was no appeasing her. Candice called in back and found Marsha.

"May I look?" Renie asked. He was lying there on the gurney, in the gown. It was closed over his chest and she could see the two lovely mounds that pushed the material of the gown up.

"It’s best if you don’t. I put on the bra she wore and it should stay on for now." Marsha cautioned her. "The doctor checked her and she’s just fine."

But she wanted to see for herself. "I won’t take it off. I just want to peek." Renie pleaded.

"I don’t see any harm." Marsha understood she was excited for her sister but this girl was a little pushy. Her sister ought to have the pleasure of discovering her lovely new chest first.

Marsha had seen her when she came out of surgery and she looked very good. She would have some swelling for a while but she looked very natural. The only thing that caught Marsha’s eyes were her nipples. They looked so small for a girl her age.

Renie gently pulled back the gown. The mounds of skin that filled the cups of the bra they put on him looked wonderful. He was a little black and blue but they had warned her he would be. They were of equal size and perfectly placed. Renie couldn’t have been happier with the way they looked. She covered him back over.

"I want to be here when she wakes up. She’ll be less anxious if I am." Renie had to be there.

That wasn’t a problem. Quite frequently patients had family or friends there when they came out from under.

Renie sat waiting, impatiently. She watched for any sign.

Another day dragged by and Linda hadn’t heard anything. She was beginning to think he’d never call. She just didn’t understand. The calls from her mother were coming less frequently. She had to tell her to stop calling her at work. She wasn’t getting enough done as it was.

She talked to Patty that morning. She sounded as despondent as Linda was. They had talked last night on the phone. The tried to cheer each other up.

Patty was worried. She knew he was undergoing changes. It had been three days since he started the hormone therapy and he was surly experiencing some emotional trauma.

She had wanted to be there to help him adjust, to reassure him that he was alright and he shouldn’t worry. But he was gone. He was off somewhere on his own and probably very frightened about what was happening to him. She was responsible and she felt terrible about what she’d done. He was so sweet, he didn’t deserve to be alone through this.

Walter felt the dull pain, the discomfort in his chest before he was awake enough to open his eyes. "Uhhhhh."

Renie almost jumped out of the chair.

He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright light.

"Heather, how do you feel?" Renie asked. She stood over him and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

Renie came into focus. He tried to remember where he was. He was a little dopey, confused.

"You’re fine Heather." Renie looked up when Marsha came in to check him. She had seen that he was waking up on his readout. Renie acted quickly. "Can she have something to calm her."

"The doctor anticipated that she might need something. He prescribed this." She showed her the tiny syringe. "It will just mellow her out until you get her home and into bed." Marsha gave the girl the injection.

"He’ll be in to talk to you in a few minutes. You might want to help her get dressed. Just don’t raise her arms up over her chest. She might tear loose her stitches." She left the sister to dress her.

Renie had been afraid he’d speak. Now she didn’t have to worry. "Come on, I’ll help you sit up on the edge of the gurney Heather. We’ll get you dressed and we can go home."

Renie had a hard time getting the blouse on him. He was so limp and he didn’t cooperate at all. It was like dressing a drunk. Getting his skirt and slip on was even more of a chore. He was too weak to stand and she couldn’t get them on with him sitting down. His pantyhose were trash, Renie didn’t even bother with them. He’d have to walk out barefoot. He certainly couldn’t walk in his pumps.

"How are we doing?" Dr Owens asked when he walked in.

Renie was just finishing. "She looks marvelous."

He reminded her of the care that her sister must take to be sure that she doesn’t tear her stitches.

"I’ll be sure to tell her." Renie said smiling. "She’s really hard to handle this way. She’s being impossible." Renie said, laughing herself.

"The medication will wear off in an hour or so."

"Shouldn’t her arms be restrained or something? I read that they do that." Renie asked.

He went to one of the cabinets and took out a harness. "We’ll put this on her so she doesn’t do herself any damage." He put it around the girl’s waist and buckled it. He started to put her left wrist into the small restraint on her left side as he explained, "You might have her wear this when she sleeps tonight." He suggested. "It will keep her arms down while she’s asleep. She won’t need it when she’s awake."

Renie put his other wrist into the strap and buckled it. This was perfect, she thought to herself.

He unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse and reached in to check her new breasts one last time before she left. She was still fine. He was quite satisfied with his work.

"Just remember now, if Heather wants to be ready for her young man she’ll need complete bed rest for the next two days."

Renie played the story out. "We took care of everything we could yesterday. We both knew she’d be too tense to do anything this morning. I promised her I’d take care of anything that came up so she could rest up from the surgery."

Renie just wanted to be absolutely sure of one thing, "She will be alright to be herself on Saturday? No restrictions?"

"I wouldn’t recommend that she strenuous exercise but that’s about all. No, she’ll be fine." He assured her.

"She’s been on an aerobics kick." She had hoped he could get back to his exercises.

"Definitely not, not for a week." He told her.

"Just her lower body workout?" Renie hoped he could do that at least.

"That should be alright." He wasn’t concerned with that. "I’d like you to bring Heather back in next week for a checkup."

She wasn’t anxious to bring him back here. "Heather won’t be back from Mexico until next Saturday." Renie always thought Mexico was a romantic place for a honeymoon.

"Just have her come in on Monday or Tuesday. I’ll make it quick so she won’t get too upset." He promised.

"I’ll bring her in." Renie told him.

They could leave now but their was one last detail. "Have you given the receptionist your check?" He asked.

She had completely forgotten and picked up her purse from the chair. It was right on top. "I forgot." She said, handing it to him.

He glanced at the figure and it was what they agreed on. He folded the check and slipped it into his lab coat pocket. "I’ll have the nurse bring you a wheelchair to take Heather out in."

It was over and she got away with it. Renie could hardly believe it.

She wasted no time in getting him home and into his bed. Getting him into the car was easy, compared with getting him into the house and undressed. The restraint only came off long enough to get him into the cotton nightie. She put him into one of hers because his were all too difficult to get him into without raising his arms over his head.

Thank God he was still to giddy to know what had happened to him when she brought him home. She didn’t think it would have been a good idea to use the stunner on him if he became difficult.

Sleep was the best thing for him and she made him take a sleeping pill. It was the best thing for Renie too. She was exhausted. The strain of the ordeal took its toll on her too. She wanted some peace and quiet.

It didn’t matter to her that he would have no dinner. So he lost a little more weight.

Carol arrived just as she finished getting him settled. She was anxious to see him. "How did he do?"

"There was a minute or two there where I was a little worried." She told Carol all about their afternoon, over a glass of wine.

Before they popped the cork, Carol had a look at him. It was difficult to see much, with him wearing the bra and in the cotton nightgown. "How do they look?" She asked Renie, whispering over him while he slept peacefully.

"He looks wonderful." She told her friend with delight. "He’s a little bruised and swollen though, so it’s sort of hard to tell."

"So he’s got to stay in bed like that, with the restraint on?"

Carol asked as they sat down with their wine in the living room.

"The doctor said the restraint wasn’t necessary when he was awake but I think I’ll keep it on him until Saturday. When he finds out what we did to him, he’ll probably get upset and I don’t want him doing anything to ruin what the doctor did."

"You could just stun him." Carol suggested.

Renie didn’t want to do that. "The shock makes his muscles tense and that might cause him to tear the stitches."

"So you’re going to keep him in the restraints and in bed." That made sense.

"Yes, and I think I’ll have him sleep most of the time too. That way he’ll heal faster." She’d let him up to go to the bathroom, of course, but that was about it. "I can give him sponge baths." She thought that might be fun.

"You’re going to have a pretty dull couple of days." Carol commented.

"I know." It also meant he couldn’t perform for her for a couple of days.

He woke up slowly. The dull pain in his chest was the first thing he noticed as he overcame the fuzziness of his drugged sleep.

It wasn’t until he tried to feel his chest that he realized he couldn’t move his arms. Panic brought him fully awake. He craned his neck to see if his worst fears had come true. The thin covers over him couldn’t hide the small mounds that pushed up the blanket.

"Oh God! Noooo!" He whimpered.

Renie woke up to the noise over the intercom. He was awake, she realized. She threw on her robe to go to him.

He tugged against the straps that held his wrists. He had to see if they were real and the pain in his chest got worse. He relaxed and it subsided.

He didn’t remember very much of what had taken place after they went out that afternoon. He had only vague memories after he got so disoriented in the car. He remember riding in a wheelchair. There was a fuzzy memory of a room with tile on the walls and bright stainless steel. He remembered a face, not Renie’s, smiling down at him, saying ‘Just relax’. He remembered he was afraid. Now, he thought he knew why he felt that way.

He looked up when the door opened. The bright light Renie flicked on, hurt his sleepy eyes.

"Don’t be frightened Heather. You’re fine." Renie said as she hurried to the side of the bed.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, whimpering.

Renie felt sorry for the worried looking boy. "You’re alright Heather." She wasn’t sure how to tell him.

He looked down at his chest, pulling at the wrist restraints. The pain increased again.

"No, Heather. You mustn’t strain yourself." That was just what she had to keep him from doing. It occurred to her that if he knew he might damage the work the doctor did, he might just do himself harm intentionally.

She had left the sleeping pills on the vanity. There was a glass of water on his night stand from when she gave him the pill earlier. She got him out another.

He saw what she was doing. "I don’t want to take any more pills." He tried to sound forceful but it came out more like whining.

He was trying to stand up to her. He was in no position to be making demands. She sort of enjoyed having him try to rebel. It gave her the opportunity to show him that she was in complete control. He would do whatever she wanted him to. Just the thought excited her.

"My poor sweet Heather. Haven’t you learned yet that you’re going to do what ever I tell you you’ll do? Now open your mouth for me and take your pill." This was delightful.

He was angry. No, he was outraged. He didn’t even want to think about what she’d done to him, about the outline on the thin blanket. "I won’t take it." He insisted. He tensed, unconsciously, and felt the pain again. He made an effort to relax.

"If you’re going to be a bad girl, I’ll just have to punish you." Renie told him smiling. She didn’t show she was worried. She could see the pain register on his face. She knew he was hurting himself by getting so upset. She didn’t want him destroying the doctor’s good work. "I’ll just have to go get my little toy." Renie had left it in her bedroom, knowing he was restrained and was no threat to her.

He was in enough pain already. He knew he couldn’t take a jolt from her stunner. But he just couldn’t cave into her, not after what she’d done to him. "No please. I just want to go home." He begged.

Renie didn’t listen. She started toward the door. It was a bluff she hoped would work. "I’ll be right back Heather and then you’ll take your pill." It was a bluff.

He broke down. He just couldn’t take the pain. He knew that. "NO! No! I’m sorry! I’ll take it! I’ll take the pill."

Renie was grinning as she turned around and went back to his bed. "That’s my good girl." She put it between his lips and helped him to sit up enough to take a drink of water.

While she had him up in a sitting position, she asked, "Do you need to go to the bathroom before you go back to sleep Heather?"

He didn’t until he sat up. "Yes." He felt like a wiped puppy. His legs felt weak as she slid them off the bed and helped him get to the toilet.

He hated the fact that she helped him but he wouldn’t have made it on his own. As hard as he tried to see, the night gown he wore hid his chest from him. The slight weight that pulled at his chest when he stood up didn’t feel the same and it wasn’t as heavy as the falsies he’d been wearing. It was frustrating, not being able to see.

Renie hadn’t counted on having to pull down his panties and wiping him when he was done. The alternative was to undue his restraints and she didn’t want to do that.

Walter got some small satisfaction from her having to do that for him.

She tucked the covers up under his chin. She was going to stay with him until he fell asleep. The first pill had lasted nearly seven hours. It was one in the morning. She decided to try to time the pills so he slept almost right through the next two days. He would hurt himself, she was sure, during the periods between sleep. She could just wake him enough for his next pill.

She’d give him his next at seven thirty and every six and a half hours there after.

Thursday morning, Linda packed a little extra in her cooler for lunch. She also grabbed a half dozen magazines she had intended to read but hadn’t gotten to.

At noon, she told her boss she wasn’t feeling well and needed to go home. He believed her and let her go. Linda felt fine. She drove straight to the boy’s house. She parked down the street a little way and got comfortable.

It had occurred to her that maybe the uncle had lied to her. It was possible that the boy was there, in the house, the whole time. She had to know. All she could hope was that she’d get a glimpse of him somehow.

Linda opened her little cooler and ate her lunch. When she had enough to eat she picked up one of the magazines to read. The whole time she kept one eye on the house.

Hours passed and nothing. She saw the mailman come and go, up the street carrying his bag. He left some mail in the uncle’s mailbox on the porch but no one came out to claim it as she hoped.

She waited for hours. It was about a quarter to four when the uncle came out and got the mail. He looked like he just woke up. His hair was a mess and he had on the same dirty tee shirt she had seen him in on Monday.

Monday? Had it really been four days since she dropped Heather off over at the corner? It was hard to believe.

A few minutes after he went back in with the mail, a car pulled up in front of the house. A guy in blue jeans got out and walked up to the front door. Linda expected to see him knock but he just opened the door and walked right in. She thought that was odd.

Two minutes later, he came back out and the uncle came out with him. They both climbed into the car and drove away, up the street past Linda. She ducked down in the seat so he wouldn’t see her. She didn’t want to confront him again. He scared her that first time.

Was this the opportunity she was waiting for, she wondered? She watched the car turn the corner at the top of the street and drive out of sight. Was he going to be gone long enough for her to go to the door and make sure Heather wasn’t there?

It occurred to Linda that he had a name but she didn’t think of him as, what was it, Walter? No. To her, he was Heather.

The last few days had been agony. Linda had to know for sure that he wasn’t there. She got out of the car and walked across the street and down to the house. Standing in front, she looked up and down the street. She saw no one outside and no cars coming either way. She walked boldly up the walk and knocked on the front door. She waited. She knocked again. Still no answer and she couldn’t hear anyone moving around inside.

Disappointed, she walked slowly down the porch steps. She stopped at the bottom and checked the street again. Still no one in sight. She walked across the lawn to the driveway. No car, but that didn’t surprise her. She had learned on Monday that the uncle didn’t own one. She felt like a prowler but she walked up the driveway. There were two low windows that she could see in from the driveway.

The first window she looked in was a dining room window. Or she thought it must be a dining room. There was a big table surrounded by chairs. The table was strewn with junk, papers of all sorts and boxes. The floor was also lined with big cardboard boxes. She saw no one moving about.

Linda went to the next window. It had to be his room, she decided. She saw familiar objects. A baseball glove rested on a desk. Across the unmade bed was a pair of jeans. They were definitely too small to be the uncle’s. Socks and boy’s underwear lay in a heap in front of a dresser. It occurred to Linda that the room looked as if someone had gone through everything, throwing things everywhere. Then she spotted the purse. It was on the floor, just inside the door. Someone apparently had thrown it there because it’s contents were half spilled out on the floor.

This was his room alright. Linda was sure of that now. But he wasn’t there and, given it’s condition, he hadn’t been for a while. The uncle had told the truth, he was gone. But where?

Linda called Patty when she got home, "I had to check." She told her when she scolded her for going.

"He could have caught you." She reminded her friend, concerned.

"I know, but he didn’t."

"Don’t do that again." Patty worried about her.

"I don’t plan on it, besides, there’s no point. Heather hasn’t been there for days." She explained about the purse.

"He really did send him away.&q