La Boutique                        by: Rachel Ann Cooper       © 1999

 

"Tanner, I was wondering, if you’re not playing golf this weekend, could you help me with the inventory at the store?" Gail’s voice was just dripping with honey. And when she came up behind me and started in with her roaming hands, she knew she had me. "I suppose I could pass up one hot, sweaty Saturday for you honey. Otherwise you’ll have to pay Greta to come in, right?" "Exactly. I know she’d do it and she’s really a dear but this is my slow season and if you really wouldn’t mind..." "Say no more my queen. Your wish is my command. I live only to please you." "What a line of sop THAT is Tanner but thanks. We can leave right after breakfast if it’s OK and should be done by 3 or so, OK?" "OK."

I woke up first and being the kind, considerate person I am (tongue in cheek) I dressed hastily in something I didn’t mind destroying and went down and started breakfast with some crisp bacon and started the coffee. I knew from experience that the smell alone would bring Gail bolt upright with her taste buds wailing ‘feed me’ and wasn’t disappointed as she came into the kitchen in nothing but her teddy. "I hope that’s not your work uniform. If it is, we won’t get much work done" I said laughing. "No, darn it. If I were just two inches taller like you, maybe I would have had a shot at modeling instead of just selling but they weren’t selling Human Growth Hormone back then <giggle>. No, I’ll slip into some jeans after you finish cooking my breakfast. You ARE cooking my breakfast, aren’t you darling?" "Uh, yeah I guess so, since you put it that way. What was that phrase Roseanne coined, ‘domestic goddess?’ If I’m not careful, you’ll have me trained and make one out of ME <giggle>" "Well sweety, there are worse things than being a goddess I suppose, don’t you think, domestic or not and you certainly have been improving on the domestic part lately. You’re 50% there <giggle>" "Yeah, I guess...maybe, but don’t let me see you with a magic wand!"

The problem was that since the business had taken off during the peak season this year, some days Gail made more than I did in a week and when the shop was open late, I did get into the cooking and cleaning thing. Somehow that just didn’t seem fair but then it all went into the same bank account and it was getting so that I really was taking a bit of pride in it. "Maybe I should have gotten into selling ladies wear too instead of sporting goods Gail. There’s got to be more ladies than sports, right?" "Definitely more ladies Tann. If the store keeps growing, maybe you should. Who knows?" With that simple phrase I saw...I don’t know...a flash of SOMEthing run across Gail’s face. I couldn’t put a label on it, a gleam in her eye, call it what you will. Didn’t make any sense to me though and I dismissed it. Maybe it was the comment about getting into ladies wear.

So after stuffing her face and then stuffing herself into her shrunken size 10 Calvin’s, we went down to the store and began our labors. At this point I was frankly grateful the business wasn’t doing any better and it was doing well enough, because it looked like a mountain of merchandise. I hadn’t been in the store for a while and although Gail had told me she was expanding the lines from mostly lingerie into dresses, jewelry, shoes and leather goods too, I had no idea. It was turning into a mini department store. And she said we’d be done by 3? Somehow I doubted that.

"What do you say we start at the back with the shoes and bags and work our way up to the lighter stuff?" "Boy, when you say lighter, you aren’t kidding. Some of these purse boxes...whew, give me a hand will you? How do you and Greta DO this?" "Well, that’s exactly the point, WE have to do it together. Neither one is strong enough alone." "Well, guess what? Neither of US is either." "Oh, you little wuss, you lift like a girl too. Here, I’ll help you." "Hey, I’m not the one who picked the little guy to marry. Don’t blame me" I said laughing." "Now you know I’m just pulling your chain. I didn’t know you were sensitive about your size." "Well, I’m not, usually, but being in this unmanly atmosphere doesn’t help much.<grin> and I’m sure I don’t outweigh you by more than 10 or 15 pounds."

<Now, to understand the two, I’ll tell you that Tanner, with his slight frame, bright blue eyes and shock of thick, auburn hair down to his collar, was about evenly matched with his wife Gail. She was a natural blond with coloring similar to his and aside from her wider pelvis and slightly shorter torso, was a pretty even match for him physically. Tanner had no excess muscles. If anything, one might say he had what is known as a swimmer’s build. Let me correct that; a GIRL swimmer’s build. When they wrestled in bed, sometimes she won fair and square.>

Because we had, rather make that I had, to check each item against the box it came in for model number, I’m afraid I became rather intimately acquainted with Gail’s new line of leather goods. Some very sexy, pretty shoes, I must admit. I really didn’t know I had an opinion about women’s footwear. Made me curious though as to how a woman could be at all comfortable in a shoe like those, especially those ankle strap spikes but..*boy, they sure are sexy and so LIGHT compared to men’s shoes. Very pretty and sexy. Well, not my problem. They MANAGE them I’ve heard it said. Looks like an interesting management problem. Women’s ankles must be really strong.*

Eight hundred and seventy seven items later, we had finally reached the hanging display items, a daunting array by themselves even though the display area was only 1200 square feet. Now, of course Gail wore a lot of the stuff from the store, not only because she liked sexy lingerie but because she had to put her personal stamp of approval on all of it which now ran to just about everything she wore from inside to outerwear. And, likewise, I had handled all of what she wore when she was IN it but this was the first time I had handled any of it on the rack. The way she had it displayed made it hard to count too because she had a lot of it in sets of matching panties, bras, chemise or teddy and slip and nightgowns along with peignoir sets.

"Tann, what are you doing? Your eyes just glazed over." "Huh? What?" "You heard me. Your eyes glazed over. Where were you just now? You did it with that pair of ankle strap sandals and now again. You were actually fondling them and you’ve been spaced out for a couple minutes. What gives?" "I don’t know what you’re talking about Gail." "I’m talking about the way you’re fondling that peignoir set too darling even now. Your hand is still moving. Like it?" "Oh, uh, yes. I do. It’s very...slinky isn’t it?" "Of course sweety. Ladies LOVE slinky. Slinky is why we can afford that 3000GT of yours. Surely you knew that." "Of course I knew it. I just never handled so much of it before and didn’t realize why they liked it. I guess now I do. It’s very sensual. I think I’m in sensory overload." "Well , hold on to that thought dear. You can fondle some on me when we get home. We’re almost finished."

It was five o’clock before we got out of the store but it was all done. I just knew she’d underestimated. "Oh, wait a minute honey, I want to get a few things off the sale racks" said Gail and she took a few minutes and threw a few things into a big shopping bag. As a reward for my gallant service, I took us out to dinner, such as it was considering the way we were dressed. We got home and just plopped down in front of the tube and vegged out. The aforementioned fondling did not occur to either of us as we were too tired. Ordinarily, Gail would have been open Saturday but it was her slow season and it didn’t cost her much to do inventory with slave labor. Sunday arrived with both of us showing some signs of wear and getting up late. Gail had decided when she first opened that she wasn’t going to be a slave to the business however and so was closed on Mondays, leaving us a slightly abnormal 5 day week. Being assistant manager at the sporting goods store, I had finally managed to arrange a similar schedule so we could spend our off time together.

We spent what for us was a fairly normal Sunday sleeping late, a leisurely breakfast, a walk in the park and a matinee at the local theater. When we got home, Gail went to the bedroom and changed into something much more comfortable and eye catching before dinner, something worth fondling I might add. She had redone her makeup, put on some of my favorite perfume and I felt a seduction coming on. Not that I minded. Gail could be...how shall I put it...very seductive and persuasive. I succumbed easily to her charms as she slid onto my lap for a little dance, nearly crushing my slight 138 pound frame. At 5'8", nobody was going to mistake me for someone named "Bruno the Bear" and she weighed about 125 herself.

She was clothed in a lilac set of high rise panties and matching peignoir set and matching mules with sheer lilac colored satiny thigh high hose with lacy tops, all very, very slinky. My hands displayed a sensory memory of the previous day as they roamed over her familiar curves encased in that lovely, satiny fabric. It was like a narcotic and I’m afraid I went blank again. I felt her pause in her kissing and my eyes opened but I didn’t see her right away, all the while my hands never ceasing their relentless explorations. Her legs felt wonderful to the point that I was afraid of snagging her hose OR of stopping my explorations.

"Tracey, you’re doing it again." <author’s note: our hero was known by 3 names; Tracey, Tanner and TT> I’m what?" "Doing it again darling. Do you like this set I’m wearing and the new line of thigh highs?" "Yes, I do, very much. You look and feel very...desirable, just wonderful darling." "Yes, your lap HAS gotten a little lumpy <giggle>. Come on lover. I want to try something." Gail got up and led me into our bedroom where she told me, "OK toots, strip. I want you." "Am I going to argue?" So I stripped down to my briefs. "No dear. ALL of it." Gone were the briefs in an instant. "Now lover, lets see if you’ll do something for me." "You know I will. Anything!" "Oh, goody. Then here." "What’s this?" "Just what it looks like. A set that matches mine exactly, silly, except for the color. I want to see if you like being on the inside as much as you do the outside." "You want me to actually wear this...all of it?" "Yes, do you think you can handle it?" "I think handling it is how I got into this fix, isn’t it?"

"Seems like it. Besides, it’s just a harmless little bedroom game, right?" "I’ll look silly." "Maybe, although I doubt it, but I want to feel YOU up for a change, OK? You’re hair’s not real short. I think you’ll look rather cute." "Oh, all right but will this stuff fit?" "You’re a medium. Trust me. It will all fit." Well, what more could I say? It did seem harmless enough and I WAS a bit fascinated by the idea even if I didn’t want to admit it. I guess those shoes at the store turned me on more than I thought. I’d never worn anything feminine in my life on purpose that I could remember, and this was very erotic to the point that after donning the panties, it took me several minutes to calm down enough to trap ‘junior’ between my legs while he calmed down some. Then she showed me how to put on that silky hose and even over my slightly hairy legs, oh, what a trip! I had no IDEA how NEAT this stuff felt. I guess no man does. Well, some of them do of course but I never thought of myself as being one of them until now and we weren’t done yet. I found myself getting pretty turned on by it all. Maybe I WAS one of them after all!

Gail then slipped the gown over my head and it sent shivers throughout my whole body. "Wow Gail." "Yes, wow! You look really cute in that honey. How does it feel?" "Do I have to answer?" "Yes." "It feels wonderful Gail. I can’t describe it. It’s...amazing!" "Well sweety, I have a whole store full you know?" "Is this going where I think it might? We’re not setting a trend here, are we?" "Only if you want and when you want darling. I think it’s quite harmless but delightfully fun, don’t you? And to think, it never even occurred to me until you went blank at the store. This could be a lot of fun for both of us." "Take me, I’m yours,"he said. And darned if she didn’t. There I was encased in silk, satin and nylon, thrilling to her touch and loving it. Oh boy!.

Now, I’ve played with all of her through this slinky lingerie but the shoe, so to speak, on the other foot was a bit too much for me and I really couldn’t contain myself. I’m afraid I made a mess of those lovely panties but after I cleaned up, Gail had another pair for me to replace them, which I put on with little hesitation, now easily smoothing myself out and giving them a nicer line. This pair was tighter and stretchy. I stood in front of the full length mirror assessing the situation and my gaze fell on the empty bust line and the almost invisible tiny bump down below.

"Don’t worry about that honey" said Gail. Just enjoy the sensations. Judging by the smile on your face, that isn’t going to be a problem, is it?" "If this is what you’d like to spice up the bedroom , I suppose I can get used to it", I lied. The lie was the implication that I was just doing it for Gail. I must admit I really liked being on the inside of slinky lingerie, even the hose. It was very arousing and sensually satisfying. I was now tuned in to why a lingerie shop makes money. I had just gotten a little taste of what it’s like to be a girl. So, for about the next month, I wore nighties to bed and slept in panties, soft, sensual satin panties. It did seem to spark our romance once I regained a bit of control. The night clothes up to this time remained in the bedroom but I was becoming very comfortable dressed like a babe in the boudoir.

I really didn’t do or say much about the situation except that I must say that I did get used to wearing feminine night clothes. Then one night I went to get into my nightie and noticed a pair of pretty ladies slippers under my side of the bed along with a robe. They were mid heeled mules like Gail’s with maybe a 2" rise, as they say in the shoe business, which actually looks like a 3" heel. Well, what the heck. I slipped them on and they were a perfect fit but then, I should have expected that in anything Gail chose for me. I was glad Gail wasn’t there to see me take my first few faltering steps. I was surprised that they were comfortable and that I didn’t break my neck but it didn’t take too long to master them.

A backless shoe wasn’t a new concept for me. I had some sandals that just had a toe grip and a strap across the vamp. I did find the easiest way to cope with them however, was to add a little sway to my hips like she did. It wasn’t like I wanted to ACT feminine but the slippers ruled out walking like a guy pretty much, especially in the spirit of how I was dressed. I put on the peignoir robe and walked into the living room for the first time, hitting the hardwood floor and hearing that tapping sound coming from my feet for the first time also. Now THAT was definitely feminine and did help me get into the spirit.

"How sweet you look honey. Like the slippers? Fit OK?" "Yes, thank you but what gave you the idea I might like a pair of sexy slippers?" "Well, I really didn’t know, but you seem quite comfortable in your gowns now and you’ve got four of them and you chose the last one yourself. I thought you might enjoy feeling, I don’t know, a little more...sexy for me and I remembered how you handled those ankle straps back at the store. You liked them and it was obvious." "Well, they certainly are sexy but these slippers don’t look like much with these plain old toenails, do they?" "Would you like to try a little color hon? Nobody will see it. Come, sit here and let me give you a nice pedicure to go with your pretty slippers." "OK. I guess it will be alright." "Oh, it will be fun. You have skinny little girl feet anyway. We’ll just pretty them up some."

It didn’t seem like much at the time. A little filing, a little undercoat, a little pink polish and a top coat. After it all dried..."there, what do you think now? Better?" "Define better. This is a little scary. It doesn’t just wash off!" "Oh pooh! You know what I mean. You know, you have pretty feet for a man and nice slender ankles too. I think you should keep the color. It does look sexy on you in those mules." "OK Gail but it’s going to cut my time pool side" I said laughing. "You want to look sexy for me don’t you Trace?" "If that’s what lights your fire baby." "I do believe it does sweets. Here, let me do your hands too." "No color, OK?" "No color, just a little filing and maybe some strengthener." "I ...OK." When she was done, I had to admit my hands and feet looked a lot better and thanked her.

It was a small thing, a seemingly insignificant thing at the time. I’d seen lots of guys get their nails done at the salon. No big deal. I usually got a hair cut once a month but when I mentioned it this time, Gail asked that I just get my split ends trimmed. Well, what he heck. It was down to my collar and over my ears already and all a trim would do would mean I’d be carrying a little fuller head of hair. It wasn’t like I was working on a ponytail or anything so I did as she asked. Alecia did a nice job as usual but she washed my hair in something new that left my hair fluffier I think.

The status stayed quo for another couple weeks when I came home and found some new additions to my shoe rack. They were several pairs of sexy dress flats and I got the idea that Gail wanted me to take our little game out of the bedroom and get comfortable around the house in some more girly things. By this time, I was becoming eager to see what new sensations would arouse me. Slipping into a pair of orchid flats that matched my orchid gown, I sauntered into the living room. Gail noticed them at once, or should I say heard them? "What do you think Trace?" "They’re sexier than I expected, very feminine. They make my feet look smaller too. They feel nice. I guess I could go anywhere in these." "Yes, but not with that gown on dear. That would never do <giggle>. You’d at least need some slacks and a blouse and a little makeup." I can’t really describe the feeling or the look I sent back to her after that remark. Well, it was a mixture of excitement and panic I think. "Let’s drop it."

I got into the habit of putting on my hose and flats even if I didn’t wear my gown right when I got home. They looked a little dumb with men’s slacks though so I’d change into blue jeans and then they’d look kind of...sexy. So, in the process I’d get to see my pretty feet. I really did enjoy the way they made my feet look and the feel of them was a constant reminder of my feminine undergarments too. I liked the feeling of the hose rubbing against the jeans. It wasn’t long until there were some silky blouses hanging in my closet and they were very pretty. I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t. It didn’t dawn on me that I was getting more used to dressing like a girl. Gail kept bringing me pretty things and I was finding it increasingly difficult to say no. I just did it because I enjoyed the look and feel. At least, that’s what I told myself. It all seemed so innocent. I liked having pretty feet and Gail seemed to be enjoying the game.

We were enjoying a new level of intimacy too and I was getting used to something foreign becoming familiar and then a couple things happened. First, Gail suggested that I wear a little pale luminescent lipstick around the house as long as I was wearing women’s clothing anyway. By this time it WAS ALL women’s clothing from the skin out, jeans, blouses, everything coming from stock at the store.

"Oh, Gail. Really? Lipstick? I’m afraid of how you’ll see me, like some kind of effeminate wimp or something." "Honey, that’s silly. You’ve been looking very comfortable lately and better in your clothes and you’ll love the taste of lipstick and how it makes your lips feel. Won’t you try it? It’s a very light shade." "OK. Why not. It’s only lipstick and it does wash off, right?" "Of course honey and there is a difference between effeminate and feminine. I’m enjoying your femininity." So, I got a quick lesson in lipstick 101. She was right. I liked it. It really felt good on my lips and I loved the taste. Deeper I sank into the pit. I looked in the mirror and had a real crisis about who I was. I was half cute and liking it.

Secondly, Gail brought me home some really sexy, stripy sandals to wear with my peignoir outfits but this time they were about 3 or 3 ½" heels, VERY sexy and super swishy feminine. I only took a women’s size eight shoe and these had slender heels and ankle straps like the ones at the store. Why I didn’t protest this little escalation in my feminine playthings, I didn’t know, but all I did was put them on, stand up and tried my hand at walking in real heels. In my present frame of mind, this was just a little ‘more’ of a good thing and nothing to worry about. I was becoming more fond of my feminine things all the time anyway. These were street shoes though but I would never think of going out of the house in anything so sexy and feminine. I had to do some serious practicing to get my gait right in them and had to add even more sway to my hips but my ankles were getting stronger thanks to the time in the slippers so, at this point, it was not a major adjustment. I tried them with my jeans. Wow. Now, that was really sexy. Cheap, but sexy!

"Oh Tracey, those look darling on you, don’t you think?" "They ARE pretty, aren’t they? Gee Gail, don’t you think I’m starting to swish a bit, like ALL the time? I LOVE the heels though!" "Well, you ARE getting a nice wiggle going honey. But then, you’re dressed for it. Nice tush. I like it." "These sandals really make me feel awfully feminine Gail, but then again, I’m not so sure it’s just the heels. I mean, I don’t really feel effeminate. I feel feminine when I’m dressed like this. Can you really deal with a guy who LIKES to wear lingerie, girl clothes and high heels because I think it might be hard to give them up now that I’ve had a real taste. I never thought I’d want to wear sexy high heels and be feminine but it really is fun. They make me feel really sexy and desirable. No wonder you like them so much. It’s such a divine feeling! Just listen to me. I’m talking like I’m dressed! I think you’ve created a Jekyll and Ms. Hyde toots. I’ve turned into a fembot without the super strength."

"Do you really like wearing all your girlish things sweety?" "Gail I...I don’t understand myself lately but darn it, yes I do and it’s very sexy and it makes me feel sexy too. I’m afraid I really enjoy it enormously, even these high heels. They’re not as bad as I thought they’d be and they are SO sexy and pretty and your taste is exquisite. Oh, my, just listen to me! I’m becoming so feminine! I’ve never felt this way before. It’s really fun and, I don’t know, relaxing somehow. I put on my feminine things and the day’s tension just melts away. Yes, I enjoy it as long as it doesn’t upset you. Did you have any idea how addicting this might be for me when you brought this stuff home?"

"No, not really. Not then anyway, but not to worry. It was just a shot in the dark, but then I know how dressing sexy makes me feel and with that whole store full of lovely things it seemed a shame not to let you have some fun since you seemed to have a feel for the fabrics and the footwear. Are you OK with it?" "I don’t know. I guess it depends on how addictive it really gets to be honey. Right now I’m feeling terribly vulnerable and feminine for some reason and I don’t understand why my gowns are getting a little tight in the hips either. And that’s not all. Look how my nipples are standing up and my chest seems to be heavier. They’re so sensitive and poking against my blouse. What’s with that I wonder? I think I’m getting FAT!"

"I’ve noticed that too sweety. They look real cute all perky like that and all the more to nibble on" she said smiling. "Nothing to worry about honey I’m sure. I don’t think you’ll outgrow any of your pretties." "Gee, I hope not. I don’t want to be a cow <giggle>". "Oh, don’t worry about that honey. I won’t let you get that voluptuous but you ARE getting more shapely and more fun to nibble on and caress. I think a medium is just right for your height and weight and after all, lingerie is made to house pretty curves, isn’t it?." "Yes, but look. Since when am I supposed to be curvy? I’m even getting a little tummy like you and it just makes my waist look even smaller than 28 inches and my body look even more female."

"Oh, it’s a cute little tummy Tracey darling. Don’t worry about it. It just makes you look more...authentic. I mean, if you’re going to wear pretty clothing, you want to look authentic, don’t you?" It was a rhetorical question. She didn’t expect or get an answer. In fact, when I got home the next day, there was a message from her on the answering machine telling me I had an appointment at the electrologist’s office the next evening. A two hour session no less. I made a note of the name and looked her up in the phone book. She was only a couple miles away in a shopping center. I didn’t even fight it. Just go with the flow I thought. And so Tanner’s beard was scheduled for the trash bin. Who needs a beard anyway? Certainly not someone who was beginning to look like me.

I suppose I was a little naive. I didn’t read anything special into that statement either but then over the next six or eight weeks, I continued to fill out and I do mean FILL. Oh, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t hide at work with increasing difficulty...yet, but my gowns were beginning to look much better on me lately as we continued to enjoy this newly found hobby. They were beginning to stretch a little in the hips. As I feared, the whole thing was definitely cumulative and addicting. I was definitely taking on some truly feminine contours in both mind and body. At some point I unconsciously decided I really didn’t like my guy clothes anymore and I felt quite at home in my pretty things and had totally mastered my highest heels and loved them. I confess I had flashes of myself in a dress I’d taken a fancy to from the store. Oh, my! I was having trouble thinking like a guy now.

I finally had to make another concession at work and began wearing women’s man tailored slacks because they fit so much better as fat deposits continued to accumulate on my hips, butt and chest while the rest of me continued to turn mushy. I was really grateful slacks were available in some harder men’s fabrics except now my skin had taken on a sensitivity that encouraged me to begin wearing my hose and teddy to work. The feel of those slacks sliding over my hose was really great and sensuous and the hose kept the slacks from irritating my skin. Unfortunately, this kept me pretty much turned on the whole time I was at work. When I was seated, I’d rub my leg just for the silky sensations.

Gail continued to take care of my hands and feet as my nails were allowed to grow out a bit and took on a more rounded appearance like a girl’s, beyond my finger tips, and that strengthener? I was now wearing three coats and it was very shiny. I was acquiring pretty hands as well as feet and frankly didn’t care. She had me automatically pushing back my cuticles several times a week with an orange stick. The once virtually empty cups of my gowns now had some really soft, bouncy flesh in them topped with large, brown nipples and areolae which Gail was having a ball with until finally one night she said, "Honey, I think it’s time we got you into a nice push up bra. What do you think?"

"Oh Gail. I was right. I AM growing a pretty pair of real breasts aren’t I? They must be at least a full A cup by now. Mens’ chests just never look this...inviting. It must be this thing I have for these clothes overpowering my body. And look, my thighs are filling in too. They’re rubbing together when I walk, especially in my heels. Oh, gawd, I’m turning into such a little swish! I can’t wear a sexy bra to work. Ken and Jeanette are already looking at me funny and I swear that brute Grant is beginning to ogle me. The other day he said, "Tracey, you’re finally putting on a little weight and I must say it looks very good on you." "Oh, the heck with Ken ,Grant and Jeanette," she said. Besides I’m not talking about wearing a push up to work. At this point, that would be silly darling. Take yourself a sports bra off the shelf and hold them in at work and wear your nude teddy or chemise over it to hide it. Then you’ll have all your pretties on underneath, panties, bra, teddy or chemise and hose. You can just be a sexy little dish for me at home, alright and you can enjoy your pretties at work."

"Are you sure Gail? I just know I’m beginning to really act like a girl too. I can FEEL it and I just can’t turn off the wiggle or the feminine hand gestures any more. And just LISTEN to me. I sound more like your friend Kay than she does. I swear I’m acting more and more like you girls every day and that doesn’t exactly go with selling stuff to he-men all day and you don’t want me to get my hair cut either. It’s getting awfully...long and fluffy!"

"Well, don’t beat yourself up over it dear. Don’t you like the way I look and act? If it comes right down to it, you can come to work at the lingerie store and nobody will say a thing no matter how you’re dressed. In fact, I’d like to bring you some things home tomorrow and we’ll see how you enjoy them, alright? I think you should start enjoying wearing pretty lingerie all the time and I think if you’re going to enjoy your femininity much, you really need to get rid of that body fuzz of yours and try some really pretty clothes. Will you do that for me? Actually, your hose will feel much nicer. And while we’re at it, I’d like to see if we can whittle that waist of yours a little with a cincher or maybe a bustier. It’ll give you a cuter figure in your gowns. What do you say we try for 24 inches?"

"And the next thing I know, I’ll be wearing makeup and rollers in my hair and some of those sexy dangles along with a sizzling scoop neck dress, won’t I?" "Well, we should at least give that a try sweets, don’t you think? You’ve come this far. Seems a shame to back off just when you’re getting the hang of it." "I don’t see me having a choice any more Gail. Well, of course I have a choice but...Geeze! I’ve got real breasts growing and junior isn’t what he used to be either and the way things are going, they’re going to get bigger and smaller, respectively, and I really adore the clothing, hose and shoes. Is it really just my mind taking over my body?"

"I don’t think so Trace. Probably a chemical imbalance but your mind might be helping and I confess it does seem to be changing. There is such a thing as mind over matter, you know?. Aside from the scary side of it, I’m betting you’re really enjoying what’s happening, aren’t you?" "Your husband is turning into a girl right before your eyes and you think I’m enjoying it?" "Well, aren’t you?" Instead of a direct answer, my voice rose and octave while I spewed out, "Oh, Gail! What’s happening to me? Why do I love the look and feeling of feminine clothing so much and why am I getting off so much when you fondle my bosom? Why don’t I want any of this to stop? Why does this all feel so GOOD?" It was a turning point, I think. No. It WAS! The question was rhetorical again.

Just then, at the height of my turbulence, the phone blared forth...

<Ring> "Aunt Jan? Is it really you? I haven’t heard from you in ages." "Yes, honey, it’s me. You sound...different. Are you OK?" "Just scrumptious Aunt Jan. What’s the occasion?" Well, I’m coming over to Columbia to visit your Mom and thought I’d stop by and see you in Springfield for a few days if you don’t mind. We have some catching up to do." At this point, panic hit me squarely but I didn’t have a ready excuse why she couldn’t come. She would have known I was lying. Aunt Jan used to take care of me when Mom still had to work up through when I was in 8^th grade. "Uh, sure. When do you want to come over?" "About next Friday. I’m driving so I’ll bring myself. No need for anything special. How is the store going?" "Gail has done wonders with it Aunt Jan. You wouldn’t believe the things we’re doing." ‘Boy, I thought. Is THAT ever a double entendre or what?’ "I’ll see you about 6 on Friday then alright?" "Sure Aunt Jan. We’ll look forward to it." "Goodbye dear." <Click>.

"My GAWD Gail. Did you hear?" "Every word darling. So?" "What do you mean SO? Just look at me. How am I going to explain this? How am I going to look back in my boy clothes? How am I going to explain these eyebrows or my skin or my shaved legs and arm pits or my hair or...or ...?" I just trailed off waving my hands in the air. I was in sudden despair. Suddenly, being feminine wasn’t so appealing. What would my aunt say?

"Well hon, she sure can’t miss those cute boobies of yours now, can she? No, she can’t. You may as well just be your own sweet self and let the chips fall where they may, don’t you think?" "How can I do that? She thinks of me like her own son and I don’t even have anything more masculine than silk pajamas to wear." "And your new figure looks cute in THOSE too honey. So what’s your point?" "Oh, I don’t know. I’m ready to give up I guess. What else can I do?" "We could get you some boy clothes that fit...sort of. You’d never get into your old ones you know. Your butt’s too big and your boobs won’t fit a shirt any more. But you walk and emote like a girl anyway so what can you possibly hide?" "I confess, I don’t have a clue Gail. Do you really want me to just flaunt it like that?" "Sweety, I can’t see much choice. Just be yourself and try to relax. I know it will be a little tough at first but you’ll calm down." "Oh, REALLY?" I asked as my voice rose to it’s most recent unconscious pitch adjustment. "Yes, you will."

For the rest of the week I was as nervous as the proverbial long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Aunt Jan was going to see me for what I had become, a feminized, limp wristed imitation of her little nephew, a ‘she-male’ at best, mostly she and barely male, certainly not masculine. Would she freak?

But the next day after that fateful phone call Gail only worked ‘til six but I had to work until eight and when I got home with my new gray sports bra, which I had put on at work, well, I had quite a surprise waiting. Gail had brought home three beautiful dresses, several skirts and blouses and a business suit along with lingerie of every description. There were hose and heels of every color and style, pumps, sandals, sling backs, flats. "Gail, we can’t afford this." "Yes we can. It’s all a write off honey, sale stuff that was going out at cost anyway and you may not like all of it so don’t worry. You can’t entertain your aunt without a wardrobe!" "That’s not what I’m worried about really." "You’re afraid of what she’s going to look like, aren’t you? You really don’t know how pretty you’ve become, do you?" "Me, pretty?" (Blushing) "yes, you and pretty. You are going to be VERY pretty. I’m almost jealous. Once we get that hair cut and styled and you into something fashionable with a little of the right makeup, you’re going to want to quit sports and come to work with me TANYA honey."

"Tanya?" "Sure, why not? Isn’t it sexy or a pretty enough name?" "Well, yes but it’s a girl’s name." "And your point is...?" "Oh! I guess that was unavoidable and silly of me wasn’t it? I do seem to be relentlessly turning into a girl or something, don’t I?" "Under the circumstances I think you need a girl’s name honey to go along with that sexy bod. I just love how you’ve come along. Oops!" "Come along? Oops? Want to explain that?" "No. At least not right now. Later. Just go get yourself completely shaved and ready for the thrill of your life. We’re going to do you to the nines. We may want Aunt Jan to let us take her out to dinner." "Oh yeah! Sure" I replied.

The thrill of my life included little diamond studs in my newly pierced ears which would be hidden by my longer and soon to be curlier hair. A "convertible" hair style she called it. It was getting late by then so we just went to bed. The nines would have to wait yet another day. Ken didn’t miss seeing the hair when I came in to work either. He didn’t say anything but I saw him scope me out. I had to face facts now. Trace was in trouble and Tanya seemed to be taking over my life and me, well, even though it was driving me nuts, I couldn’t deny that femininity was running rampant with both my mind and body and I loved it. I was emoting like a woman, acting like a woman, thinking like a woman and gawd help me, beginning to look at GUYS and wondering what they were going to think of Tanya. Even Grant was beginning to look cute to me. He did have a cute tush and a healthy lump in his trousers. Would she/I really be pretty? I was definitely in deep stuff! I was a wreck the whole day wondering what Tanya was going to look like and trying to figure what ‘come along’ and ‘oops’ meant. I never was much at mysteries.

That night after dinner, we began in earnest. I don’t know which of us was more earnest. After my shampoo and set, Gail began showing me all the ins and outs of makeup and it was wondrous to see what she could do with it and my face, a face that I used to think of as kind of handsome but now, well! She told me to look at it like a canvas. It was just raw material, a place to start from. After some plucking and pencils and crayons and foundation, mascara and blusher and a plum colored lipstick in place of the usual lighter shades, I was allowed to slip into my first full slip over my regularly padded B cup and a stretch satin control panty. I was SO excited I could hardly wait. This was such a thrill for me I cannot fully describe it to you. It was the naughtiest fun I’d had in my whole life but the usual site of excitement was rather dormant. It was my nipples that were standing at full attention now.

Then came the black sheath with scoop neck and mid sleeves with patent belt, the required little black dress, pearl necklace and earrings, dangles of course, and then the 4" patent ankle strap sandals with the single strap across the vamp, extremely sexy, and I sat there while Gail took the rollers out and styled my hair. "Oh, honey, you are unbelievable" she declared. "Better than I had ever hoped or dreamed for." "Gail, what do you mean ‘hoped for?’" " Oh, nothing. Just that I had no idea you’d be so...well, just go look at yourself."

I arose gracefully from my crossed thigh position, now quite easy for me even in the four inch spikes and walked sexily as Gail had taught me, like I could rarely NOT walk now, over to the triple mirrors on the walk in closet. "Oh, Gail! I thought you were exaggerating. Just LOOK at me. I’m Tanya!" "Yes, I believe you are now sweetie. I think you finally are. Your aunt will just love you. Are you happy?"

"Am I really pretty? Oh, yes, I am, aren’t I?" "Yes darling. You are a work of art. You’re going to turn out to be a lovely woman, don’t you think?" "These are MY clothes Gail. If I were a man, I’d be hitting on me. Oh, what am I saying. I AM a man! Now, THAT’S really ridiculous, isn’t it? Just look at me. I’m not a man any more, male sex perhaps but man?. Look at how this dress fits and the whole picture" I said as I swayed from side to side and spun around as if dancing in my spikes, my bosom and hair bouncing with the motion. "I don’t know anyone who’d believe I was a man let alone male. What size am I?" "A ten, just like me except you’re not quite filled out yet and a little taller." There wasn’t a masculine motion or thought in me. ‘Yet’ I thought? ‘Not a cow. Please, not a cow!’

"And with all this going on, knowing after all that I’m really a male (sort of) I’d think I’d have something serious going on in my panties and I do but it’s just a wonderful little pulsing sensation and I think I just sort of quietly wet myself. I don’t understand any of this. Gawd, I’m dead meat. I’ll never want to put on men’s clothes again if I can look like this or feel this wonderful." "According to the look on your face, I think you just had your first girly orgasm honey. That’s what they feel like. Sort of a nice twitchy innie that makes your legs want to buckle."

"WAIT A MINUTE!! HOLD THE FORT lady. I’m just catching up! I’m going to turn out to be a lovely WOMAN? As in FEMALE? As in full busted, curvy, smooth crotched, alto voiced FEMALE? Able to dress like this and feel like this every day for the rest of my life, all girl? No more urinals or jock straps or nights out with thy guys getting blotto? What have I done? What have YOU done to me?" "Oh, come ON Tanya. Don’t act so surprised. You’ve been changing gears for well over six months and loving every minute of it and don’t stand there looking so adorable and tell me that you wouldn’t jump at the chance to look and feel this way every day. You’re NOT going to tell me that, are you?"

At this point, all I could do was look down past my burgeoning bosom at my pretty shoes, running my hands with their long, ruby tipped fingers over my tiny nipped in waist and down my hips and thighs, taking in my slender waist and back up to my now admittedly prettily painted face and darling hairdo and the dangle earrings. After a long, pregnant pause, all I could utter was, "no, I’m not going to tell you that Gail but a sex change? How did this get so out of hand?" "Oh, come now. It’s not out of hand at all. It’s just a good thing I’m AC/DC though." "You’re WHAT?" "Oh please Tanya." "Are you and Greta...?" "Well, not on a regular basis. It’s YOU I love, not her, but she does understand a woman’s needs." "Oh, fine. Now I’ve got to be jealous of another WOMAN!" "Oh, stop it. Besides, you’re not a woman, quite!"

"Back to my question Gail. Quit dancing around it." "Very well. I get other men in the store buying lingerie and I know damn well it isn’t always for a wife or girlfriend and I’ve learned to read the signs. The way you fondled some of those things at the store, I could see you were enthralled just like them, so I just made you an offer you could have refused but didn’t, and if you think about it, you’ll realize a lot of this was your own desires at work. Admit it darling. You might not have known it at the time, but what you see is what you wanted. All I did was not stand in the way. Well, in all honesty, I may have thrown a log or two on the fire but it was really you who decided by accepting all of this. If we did a Sunday supplement ad for the store, I could use you for my model. You’re lovely! All I did was open the door for you."

"You STILL haven’t answered me Gail. The body. How did it happen? I don’t believe it could be entirely mind over matter and tits and bubble butts don’t grow on trees. What did you DO to me?" "Oh, all RIGHT! If you MUST know, you’ve been getting healthy doses of female hormones ever since you said you liked the slippers. You’re potential began to turn me on and I just couldn’t help myself. I got it in powder form and dosed your orange juice. It’s been wonderful fun introducing you to femininity and watching your mind and body change. And now that you know I can love you as a girl too, isn’t it alright?" "Heaven help us!" "WELL?" "I think you’ve finally made me an offer I can no longer refuse at all honey. Am I going to enjoy having a bippy as much as the rest of this?" "You have NO idea the pleasure centers you are going to have hon."

"The work they do now is so close to the real thing in every way, even a man couldn’t tell you weren’t born a girl." "Even a hunk like Grant?" "Even Grant. He’d take you home and never guess who you used to be and take you to places you never dreamed of." "Alright, I’m in, but do we have enough money for this? I know I’m just pretending to be a man now." "We will in a few months, especially if we take you to Canada. We can even get you a little facial work and make you really stunning. You’re going to love being a girl Tanya." "Tell me about it, as if you can’t tell I already DO! When do you want me to start at the store?" "Well, we need to get you some practical experience dealing with the world as a woman first. I think another couple months of spending all your leisure time as Tanya with us going shopping and out in general should do it. Of course, you’re not always going to look this good. Normal women don’t run around looking that scrumptious all the time. You need to get used to jeans and shorts and we need to get you a couple nice bathing suits. I want to take you to the pool and the lake a couple times before summer is over. You’re going to took darling and I have just the right bikini at the shop with a nice shelf bra." "I can’t wear a bikini Gail." "Honey, we can hide that little lump with a thing called a ‘gaff’‘. Female impersonators wear them and they make you look very female to the point of forming a very believable appearance.." "Really?" "Really. I started carrying them when I realized the size of my male clientele." "How neat!"

And so, educating Tanya began in earnest. After all, Aunt Jan was due any day. If I wasn’t going to end up with her either in the funny farm or going to the police, I’d have to be really a convincing Tanya so the first thing Gail did was introduce me to my new gaff. Up until now, it was just pretend, just play time. I took it seriously of course and listened to all the little hints Gail gave me about my appearance and conduct, voice and mannerisms and that is why, coupled with those lovely hormones, I began to act more and more like a girl all the time and we doubled up on the hormones at once.

Of course it wasn’t in time to do any good with Aunt Jan. Gail and I sat down and plotted out how we were going to handle her, what I would wear and all. We decided that we should go with the ‘girl next door’ casual look for her arrival but with all the bells and whistles...makeup, jewelry, flats and a pretty, full skirted house dress. We were going for the definitely female but understated housewife look. The costume for Friday consisted of simple pearl studs and necklace with a light blue shirtwaist dress with black belt and matching leather flats with sheer hose. The makeup was full but understated. We practiced on Thursday night. Oh, I looked like a girl alright. Jan would never recognize me as her nephew. Neither would I!!

Friday, as arranged, I took off a couple hours early and came home to hot rollers that had been started by a timer, put my hair up and showered. I dusted myself after a pat down and got into my lingerie and hose then sat down to do my makeup. I’d have at least a week before my beard showed at all again and the sponge didn’t drag at all. This is neat. I took out the rollers and did a little teasing and smoothing and presto---Tanya. Then came the shirtwaist and flats. Checking myself out in the mirror I had to admit I looked good, good enough to fool Aunt Jan.

I was just checking the Bavarian meatloaf when the door bell rang. Hurriedly I took off my apron and walked to the door. Thank heaven. As I opened it, I saw Gail’s car coming up the street.

"Why hello dear. Who are you? I’m Tanner’s Aunt Jan from Chicago." "I’m Tanya, Aunt Jan. Pleased to meet you. Won’t you come in? I have some things to do in the kitchen but I’ll show you to your room and you can freshen up. I see Gail is right behind you. She can entertain you while I finish dinner." "Where is my nephew, Tanya?" "Uh, not here right now Aunt Jan but I’m sure Gail can answer any other questions you might have." I let Jan carry her overnight case and I took her larger one to her room, said "see you for dinner" and left. well, that was educational I thought.

Then I heard Gail letting herself in. She knew who the car had to belong to. She came into the kitchen and exclaimed, "that smells WONDERFUL Tanya" in a loud voice and then in a conspiratorial whisper, "well?" "Well, so far so good. She wanted to know where Tanner is and I told her you’d entertain her while I finished dinner, took her to the guest room and left her. That’s it so far. I didn’t give her an answer."

Gail went and knocked on Jan’s door. "Hello. Are you Aunt Jan? I’m Gail, Tanner’s wife she said not waiting to be inquired of. The door was ajar so Gail just walked in. Jan replied with a warm "yes, that’s me. My, you are an attractive one Gail. The boy has good taste. How is he and for that matter, where is he?" "Why don’t we go out in the living room Aunt Jan? Would you like a little drink to unwind from the trip?" "Why, yes. That would be nice. Brandy if you have it or Dewar’s on the rocks." "I believe we have some scotch. I’ll go fix it for you." And with that, Gail returned to the kitchen through the swinging solid doors. "Well?" "I’m getting her a drink before we get into it. Putter around another 10 or 15 minutes and she should be about ready to do her double take" Gail said smiling with a twinkle in her big, blue eyes.

"There you are Aunt Jan, Dewar’s on the rocks." "Now dear, do you always have a friend cook dinner for you or is this some special occasion?" "Well, actually it is a special occasion Aunt Jan.

We’ve got some news for you...my that went fast. Let me freshen that for you." <pouring>

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Well, Tanner hasn’t been exactly thrilled with his life at the sporting goods store lately and we’ve been talking about his coming to work at the lingerie store, which I’ve expanded into pretty much a full line ladies wear boutique now. I’ll have to take you down for a look." "Yes, I’d like that Gail. But what of Tanner?" "Well, we took inventory last year and made some interesting discoveries in the process." "Oh really? Like what?" "Well, for one, that Tanner had an unusual aptitude and affinity for the business. He seemed to take to it right away and he has good fashion sense, seemed to understand the lure of lovely lingerie for a woman so, to that end, we’ve been working on getting him ready to become a full partner in the business, practically on a cellular level, you might say <giggle>. I’m sorry. Must be the wine. I get a little giggly after the first glass. Anyway, he’s been sort of...growing into it while staying in sporting goods but next week, she’ll be starting at the boutique full time with me."

"Darling, forgive me. You said, "SHE’ll be starting...?" "Oh, forgive ME Aunt Jan." Just then I was coming through the doors carrying the main course and placing it on the table. "Tanya, would you please take off your apron and come here?" "Sure Gail." "My, Tanya, I have a hard time deciding which of you girls is more beautiful." "That’s very kind Aunt Jan because you see,

Tanya IS Tanner for a brief time longer. You now have a new niece. Aunt Jan, your hand is trembling. Let me take that drink. There. Now, we know this is quite a shock but..." "Gail, please let me interrupt and give me back my drink. I’ll be fine. Well, FINALLY Tanya!!"

"Finally" Aunt Janet? Are you kidding? How come finally?" "You really don’t remember do you?" "Remember what?" "How you used to play with your cousin Amy. Amy was very dominant and insisted that you play her games, remember?" "Vaguely. That was 12 years ago." "Well, I’ll cut to the chase and tell you that you always played girl’s games at our house including dress up and she had you in full regalia just like her in my clothes up through about 6^th grade when you became too shy about it. I never commented one way or the other as I figured once you and Amy went your separate ways, that phase of your life would be over. Apparently, you acquired an innate taste for all things feminine. Is uh...that..those, .I mean..." "Yes, Aunt Jan, it’s all her. She turned out rather nicely if I do say so myself."

"Well, you young people seem to have this well in hand. I’m starved and that smells delicious. May we eat now Tanya honey??" "Oh, Aunt Jan, you are the greatest aunt a girl could have."

"Perhaps your right dear. <smiling> We’ll have to see about that as we go."

Now that I had a glimpse of my future, it became harder and harder to hide my new nature in the real world and especially the work place. I just knew if I didn’t quit, one day I’d be fired. I had to wear blouses now even with the sports bras and women’s slacks and blazers and the bizarre thing was, I actually LOST 5 pounds but I’d become so soft and fluffy, well...it came down to my not wearing a stitch of boy clothes at all anymore. It was all man tailored girl. One day about 5 weeks later, after Aunt Jan was gone and after my re-education was in full swing and I was living otherwise full time as a girl, Grant finally couldn’t contain himself anymore. "Trace, you certainly have...uh...changed over the past few months. You look...very...good! Are you working out? Those pecs look great!"

"Well, in a manner of speaking Grant. I AM in training," I giggled in my girlishly trained voice. "Alright Trace. Training for what? The Mrs. America pageant?" "Would that upset you terribly?" "Shit Tanner, you’ve just gotten too cute for a guy. What the hell are you up to?

Have you gone gay on me boy?" "Not even close Grant."

"I suppose I could just walk away from here without telling you Grant but you’ve been so nice to me. Alright. Yes, I AM in training for the Mrs. America pageant, sort of!" I wish I’d had a camera to record the light dawn on his face. "Now it all makes sense. Nobody’s around. Come to the storeroom for a minute and take off that jacket for me." We walked back with Grant following me. He was almost a head taller than me and I noticed he stayed back several paces so I let the wiggle loose. "Alright, off with it." And so I took off the blazer, revealing to his wandering eyes my silk blouse and chemise covered bra with large, protruding, stand up nipples, the tiny waist and broad hips of a woman. "Damn Tracey! You’re gonna be gorgeous. Are you going all the way with this?" "Yes. It’s more fun than I’ve ever had in my life. You can’t imagine." "No, and I don’t want to either but on YOU it looks great. I can’t believe I’m relating to you like this. Ok, let’s get back up front. I’m not going to have a heart attack over it but what are you going to do about the job?"

"Gail is taking me on at the boutique in a few weeks." "Well good. Why don’t you go ahead and put in your notice and that way they’ll have to give you a couple weeks severance pay." "Thanks, Grant. That’s really sweet of you to suggest. Oh, my, just listen to me." "I have been. Has this girl in boy drag got a name?" "Tanya." "Nice. Let me see the ears. Uh huh. Hoops. I thought so. Maybe after you leave, we could have lunch sometime Tanya?" "I don’t think you’re ready for that Grant. I don’t think you‘d believe it." "That’s just the problem. Not only would I believe it, you’ve got me so curious, if you say no you’re really going to hurt my feelings." "OK. Remember I warned you but you won’t know me in heels and a dress."

After that rather eventful day, I did put in my notice and Grant stopped pretending to treat me like a guy. He stopped letting me lift heavy boxes. He really began treating me like a girl and then at the beginning of my final week, he slipped. "Tanya, will you help this lady with a shoe fitting please?" I froze in my tracks. Well, what was I going to do? Turning gracefully in my Capezzio loafers, with my hair swinging freely exposing my small drop pearl dangle earrings, I walked toward the woman with my usual girlish gait. She looked at me very appraisingly but said nothing except to tell me what she wanted and I fitted her with her aerobic shoes and she left. In light of Grant’s error, I let it rip and related to her woman to woman. After all, there she was, confronted with the arched eyebrows, earrings, hair, body and demeanor of a woman. Why not?

"Are you out of your MIND Grant? What if she blabs? Well, that’s a given. She WILL. Now what?" "It’s your last week. What do you care? I don’t! Why don’t you just come in as yourself Tanya? You know I’m dying to see you." "I’ll talk to Gail about it. If it’s OK with her, I suppose I don’t mind anymore. Besides, we’ve already petitioned the court for a legal name change and I’ll bet that hits the papers." "Please?" "Don’t push it Grant. I’m very nervous about your seeing me as a girl, more so than anyone else. I like you and I don’t want you to be upset with me." "I won’t be upset with you Tanya. I think you’re a fox even without makeup and sexy clothes." "Oh, great! NOW he tells me. And that means I haven’t been hiding much with the customers either, right?" "A couple have asked about you, yes." "And?" "And they agree with me." "Oh, that makes me feel MUCH better" I said sarcastically! "Holy cow Grant!" "I’m afraid the cat is OUT Tanya. May as well enjoy being a girl." "OK. You win. Gail won’t care. I’ll see you tomorrow."

Gail and I had a huge laugh over the day’s events that night and I went ahead and did a real number on myself, thinning out the eyebrows some more, full makeup with matching nail polish the next morning. I wore my C cup bra with the push up pads, showing nice cleavage through my open necked blouse and wearing the collar out under the blue blazer. I added blue pearls, necklace, drop earrings and bracelet, a light beige slender skirt, sheer hose and beige mid heeled pumps. "You look lovely Tanya. Knock ‘em dead." "I just hope I survive this day Gail. What if they don’t grant my name change tomorrow and what if someone from the home office shows up?" "You’re going to appear in court honey. That is patently ridiculous because we’re going to make you stunning for the judge. And as for management, what’s the worst they could do, send you home with pay? Now, go to work and try to keep Grant from messing his shorts <giggle>." "No promises Gail. I think he wants to take me out." "So, give him a thrill. Let him spend money on you. It’s one of the perks <grin>." "OK, if you say so." "Here, take your perfume with you and put some on now."

Grant was at his desk in the middle of the east wall when I walked in. He heard the click of my heels and arose from his seat smelling a sale and a female saying, "Welcome to Sports Haven Miss. May I help you?" I just froze again momentarily and then decided to have some fun. "Why yes, I’m looking for some diving gear for my boyfriend" I said in my most practiced feminine tone and inflection. I guess Grant had come to know me too well.

"TANYA?" "Yes Grant. Tanya, your soon to be ex-employee." "Oh boy, was I ever right. Can we talk about your quitting?" "Not a chance Grant." "Oh all right. It was worth a shot. Damn girl, you ARE a fox. No wonder you decided to do this." "I had a little help with the decision Grant." "Gail doesn’t object? You’re staying together?" "No and yes, as far as I know. I don’t have a crystal ball you know."

"Did you ever dress up as a kid?" "Well, I didn’t remember it but yes, with my cousin Amy. Never even thought about it again really until we were taking inventory at the store this past summer." "What happened?" "Lingerie." "Lingerie? I don’t get it." "No, I don’t imagine you would. Gail caught me fondling a pair of pumps and then a gown and I think a flashbulb went off in her head. I wasn’t even aware of what I was doing. She brought me home a sexy gown to try and it really sparked up the bedroom. One thing led to another and pretty soon I was addicted to lingerie and then my body began changing for no apparent reason over the next few months and I liked it. You wouldn’t believe how it feels to have sensitive breasts nibbled on. Then it was on to hose and heels, higher and higher and I was hooked on femininity. I love it Grant. I love being a girl. I can’t help myself and wouldn’t now if I could. It must have been in me somewhere all the time. So, now you know." "But don’t your hormones need...I mean how...?" "Yes. When Gail saw how I was getting off on the lingerie, she started me on high doses of female hormones and my mind went over the edge in about three months. I couldn’t get enough. It made being a guy very difficult. We’re very happy about the whole thing, actually."

"So am I Tanya. Trace wasn’t much of a guy anyway. No offense." "Oh, none taken. I agree with you. So now what?" "So now we wait for the traffic and you and I play it straight like nothing is going on. That should be a hoot." "I’m nervous." "Why? You look, sound and smell great and you can sell. Enjoy yourself. It’ll be good experience for you, right?" "Yes."

"Well, we have a small order of jerseys to tag and put up. Why don’t you do that and I’ll take care of the football equipment." "You’re treating me like a girl Grant." "Yes, and it’s not going to stop any time soon either <grin>." "Sigh!" I went to the stockroom and got the box onto a dolly and picked up the tag gun.

It got fairly busy about 10 AM and after a few sales, I got more comfortable. The customers didn’t seem to know or if they did, they didn’t mind. Unless Gail and the mirror lied, I WAS easy to look at. Ken came in at noon and since not a lot of people ran out to the sporting goods store at lunch time, Grant and I went to lunch together before I actually quit.

He took me to a nice restaurant in the mall. It was obvious that WE were not just going to lunch. He was TAKING me to lunch. He held doors and my chair. Wow! This is neat, I thought. And he’s cute too. Watch it Tanya. You’re married, remember? Yes, and so is Gail but that doesn’t stop her and Greta. What’s sauce for the goose is...sauce for the OTHER goose, isn’t it? Oh, Tanya, you naughty girl. You’re not even legal yet.

"Enjoying the view Grant?" He’d been staring down my blouse with obvious pleasure. "Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just...you’re so pretty Tanya. I’m having trouble concentrating on lunch knowing everything and all. You’ve got me a little stupefied." "It’s very flattering. Thank you." On the way back from the restaurant while walking back to the store through the mall, Grant reached down and took my hand in his. My reaction was to pull away but he did it so sweetly, I didn’t have the heart. I just looked up into his eyes and said, "Grant, I’m a married woman." "I know Tanya but you’re just so lovely, I need to touch you and I just hoped you‘d let me hold your hand. I left my hand where it was and we kept walking. It was a date and this was in lieu of the kiss, the kiss that I frankly was wondering a lot about right now. He was looking big and strong and very cute right about now. ‘Oh girl, you ARE in trouble!!!’

Does Tanya really have a crush on Grant and if so, what will happen? Are Gail and Greta still an item? Will Tanya and Gail remain married? If the store expands, who will they hire, a girl or a boy?

 

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