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WITCH'S BREW                          By: Jacki Pett

 

Chapter 1

The stench of alcohol was all over him, seeping out of every pore of his body. It was a familiar smell that Tina hated waking up to. Bill had gotten drunk again last night, as he did three or four nights a week. There was a time, when they first got together, that she tried to talk him out of drinking so much. She'd long ago given up.

Lying there in the dark, under the covers beside him, she rolled over and winced as she put pressure on her arm. It was a painful reminder of just how drunk Bill gets. She'd resisted him last night, because he was so drunk and he dragged her onto the bed. Tina also knew that there would be evidence of the slap across her face that he gave her before she let him have his way with her.

He'd apologize in a little while, when he woke up. He almost always did, if he remembered the things he did in his drunken state. Bill would swear it would never happen again, but it would. For the millionth time she swore she'd leave him, but she knew that she was just kidding herself. She had nowhere to go and she'd never survive on her own. She wished she had the courage to just leave him.

Tina had been watching the luminescent figures on the clock and shivered as it flipped over to six a.m. and the buzzer sounded. Even though she worked till two in the morning, he expected her to get up and make his coffee and get him breakfast.

Bill always awoke to the alarm. No matter how drunk he was the night before he always managed to make it to work the next day. His buddies were always amazed at how he could do it and he was proud of himself for it. He slapped down on the clock radio, shutting off the alarm. He turned to Tina, who appeared to still be asleep, and slapped her full round hip, outlined by the blankets. "Time to get up babe."

He slid out from under the covers and went to the bathroom to shower.

Tina didn't respond other than to grunt, indicating that she was awake. The second he left the room she slipped out from under the covers and flipped on the light. She didn't need to look at her arm to see the bruise she knew was there. Tina did check her face though. The whole side of her face, from her eye down to her cheek was black and blue. It was going to take a lot of makeup to hide it but she was getting good at disguising her bruises. She grabbed her sweats and pulled them on. She had to get his coffee going or he'd be pissed at her for being lazy and not getting moving right away.

Tina was not the greatest housekeeper, another thing that Bill always got on to her about. The small chipped kitchen sink still held yesterday's dirty dishes. She rinsed out the coffee pot and quickly put together a pot of coffee to brew. She rinsed out his thermos to fill it when the coffee was ready. The rest of the dirty dishes she hid under the sink until he left. Tina would clean up when he was gone.

The bacon was almost done when she put his eggs on to fry. She'd cleared the card table they ate on in the tiny kitchen. She'd heard him come out of the bathroom a moment ago. He'd be dressed and out for his breakfast in only a moment. Tina was almost ready.

Bill stood at the kitchen door, looking at her standing there with her back to him. God, he thought to himself, she looked sexy even when she wore those baggy sweats. He smiled to himself as he watched her cook his breakfast. Tina had a killer figure. Big boobs, a slender waist and full rounded hips. She had the kind of ass guys loved to stare at and the best part was that she was a great screw. Sometimes she gave him a hard time but for the most part she was really great in bed.

Very quietly, he snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. He frightened her, as he intended. "Morning Babe." He pretended he was butt fucking her, even though they were both dressed. For just an instant, he thought about taking her back to the bedroom and doing just that. It was something he didn't do often but he really liked the way it felt. Her moans when he did that really turned him on. Too bad there wasn't more time.

She hated when he did that. He knew it too but he just did it anyway. She didn't answer him.

She was still really pissed at him.

Bill turned her to him. "What's with you . . . " That's when he saw the black and blue on her face. Did he do that? He didn't remember doing it but he must have. Sometimes, he just forgot himself.

"Sorry hon . . . " He started to reach up and touch it but she turned away from his hand.

"Leave me alone!" Tina said turning away from him.

Bill easily turned her back toward him. She was so small and weak and he was as strong as an ox and he knew it. "Look hon, I'm sorry . . . "

"You're always sorry."

Oh Christ, Bill thought to himself. She could be such a bitch at times. "Look, I said I'm sorry."

Tina twisted out of his grip. "Your eggs are burning." She didn't even want him to touch her.

He knew better than to even try when she was like that. Bill pulled out a chair and sat down.

He knew he'd have to make it up to her, but later, when she settled down. He'd take her out and buy her some sexy little thing. That always cheered her up. He really enjoyed buying her sexy outfits, when they had the extra money. He had about a hundred and fifty she didn't know about, he could spare thirty or forty of that and still have enough to party on. She didn't know he had it or she'd be mad. He'd hoped to use it to take out a girl he'd met the other night. Rachael was her name. They'd made tentative plans to meet Thursday night, while Tina was at work.

Bill enjoyed getting a little on the side. He'd met Rachael last weekend and she was really something. She had to have a pair of 40 double "Ds" and an even tinier waist than Tina's. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

They hardly spoke as he ate breakfast. Tina knew she was taking a chance. Once, when she gave him the silent treatment for a couple of days, he finally really laid into her. He'd almost broken her jaw that time. By that night, when he came down to the bar where she waited tables, she'd have to act as if everything was fine. Bill didn't like his buddies to see her give him a hard time.

She should have cleaned up the kitchen when he left but Tina went back to bed instead. There'd be time enough to clean up the house later. She didn't have to be at work till four. She couldn't get back to sleep, she lay in the big bed crying. All she could think about was how miserable she felt and how much she hated her life. There'd been times she actually considered killing herself.

Life had never been easy for Tina. She'd grown up in an environment where she had a different ‘daddy' every night. She was only eleven when she realized that her mother was a prostitute. Her mother would bring men home with her at all hours of the day and night. She and her older brother, Kevin, were often left home alone while her mother was out walking the streets.

Tina and Kevin played well together since they were babies. As they grew older, and Kevin reached puberty, they learned new games to play. Tina didn't know any other way of life and didn't learn that the things her brother did to her were wrong for a brother and sister to do.

By the age of sixteen, Tina had run away a dozen times, only to be brought back home again each time. Her mother would beat her and lock her in her room for days at a time. Finally, she escaped for good. Knowing that she'd just be found again if she stayed in Chicago, she worked her way south to Tennessee. She managed to get jobs waitressing and made friends along the way. She'd often move in with other girls who were in much the same boat, making living barely affordable.

She started working in bars when she was about eighteen, lying about her age. The money was better and she met a lot of guys that way. A lot of them were jerks but a few were ok. Tina was only working at the Sunset Pub a couple of days when she met Bill. In through the door walked this tall hunk of a guy. The first thing she thought of was the guy in the show "Renegade." The minute their eyes met he flashed her a smile that made her heart beat fast.

Long straight black hair outlined rugged strong features. He wore his shirt open and it was obvious that he worked out because he didn't have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. He was in great shape but didn't look like a bodybuilder, Tina didn't like guys with big bulging muscles.

The other girls warned her about Bill but she didn't listen. They said he slept around a lot but Tina was sure she could keep him from wandering from her bed. It was only a couple of weeks before she moved into his place with him.

Bill didn't make a lot of money as an electrician but between them, they made enough to get by. She was so happy for the first couple of months with him. He drank a lot but she still believed she could get him to change, to stop his drinking and settle down.

He liked her to dress a certain way and she was more than happy to do anything to please him. Little by little her old clothes were replaced with the new things he bought her. He liked short skirts and sexy blouses. All her jeans were skin tight and her shorts were so short that her cheeks showed. He even picked out her underwear. She didn't own a normal bra or pair of panties, he liked her looking sexy with, or without clothes on.

They'd been together about six months when he started getting abusive. She blamed herself most of the time for messing up, for making him angry. Tina was afraid to leave him, afraid that the next guy could be worse. She didn't think she could make it on her own. She certainly didn't have the money to get her own place. Tina had almost nothing saved.

There were still good times but they became less and less frequent. Lately, she was sure he was going out on her. Why didn't she listen to the other girls when they tried to warn her? Now she couldn't even talk to any of them about him. They called her an idiot the one time she tried. She was too ashamed, too embarrassed to ask for advice or help now.

The only person she had left to confide in was her Nanna. Bill didn't like her because he knew she didn't like him. Anytime she called her it was from a pay phone because he checked the phone bill to see who she called.

Tina had to talk to someone that morning, she just had to. She got up and put herself together and walked down to the Quick Mart out on the main road. It was a dismal overcast morning. Tina wished that she had enough money to get herself some kind of car but every spare dime they made went into the payments for Bill's new pickup. Tina really didn't understand why they didn't have more money than they did, but, with Bill collecting her paycheck each week and insisting on doing the bills each month, she never saw an extra dime. The only extra money she ever saw was from the nights that she got exceptional tips. She didn't have much squirreled away, only about a hundred dollars.

"You should call the police on him." Ruth told her granddaughter.

"I told you, he knows most of the cops in town. They're his drinking buddies." Tina knew that would be futile.

"Won't you please just go see my friend Myria? I know she can help you." Her grandmother pleaded.

Nana had been trying for months to get her to go see this very old woman she knows. She kept telling her she could help her with Bill but she was always so vague as to how she could help. "Nana, what good would it do. What did you say she was, a psychic?"

"No sweetheart, she's not a psychic. She's just a very wise woman who I'm sure can help. She doesn't live that far from you. Please Dear, promise me you'll go see her!" She couldn't be entirely honest with Tina. If she was, the dear child would never go. "Trust me."

Nana had always been there for her. She was one of the only people on this earth that she truly believed in. She had the woman's address. "All right Nana. I'll go see her." If she really believed the woman could do something for her, she'd go.

"I'm going to call her and let her know you're coming dear." Ruth was so relieved that the child was finally going to take her advice.

Myria was a woman wise beyond her years. Ruth had learned long ago from her friend that there are powers beyond the average individual's understanding. Myria had a vision, a power that few understood and even fewer were willing to admit existed.

Tina wished she could take Bill's new pickup, sitting there in the parking spot in front of their dingy apartment building. Bill never left the keys home even though he had the company van to use. He forbid her driving it.

Back at the apartment she checked the time. Debbie would be by to pick her up at three thirty for work. Tina was fortunate that she and her friend live so close. Too often she had to take the bus to get to work, before she started waitressing at the Sunset. Tina raced to clean up the apartment. Bill always came home before he came down to the pub to hang out with his buddies and he'd be furious if the place wasn't picked up.

It took Tina an hour to get to the address of the old woman, a half hour on the bus and another half hour's walk. Thank God the rain held off until she got there. It started pouring as soon as she turned up the walk to the old house.

Tina didn't know just what to expect as she climbed the brick steps up to the porch. The gardens she passed on the walk were overflowing with colorful flowers in full bloom. In the windows hung crisp white curtains. The house did not have the look she expected. Tina expected to see a sign in front, advertising a psychic healer of some sort, even though Nana told her she wasn't one of those people.

Tina felt foolish for coming as she stepped up on the porch. She was considering turning around and going home and she probably would have if not for the rain that was beginning to come down in buckets. She was here, she might as well visit with Nana's friend for a little while.

Tina walked across the wide porch to the front door and knocked softly.

"Coming, coming." She heard a sweet old voice call from behind the curtain.

Tina was ready for just about anything but was surprised with the door swung open and the adorable old lady stepped into view. "Hello." She said with a smile. The dear old thing looked like something out of a nursery rhyme. She wore a pretty, flowered print dress with a wide lace collar. Her silver hair had not a strand out of place. She was a little hunched over and had a birch cane in her right hand. The most striking thing about her, what looked so out of place, was her vibrant blue eyes. They simply sparkled. "I'm Tina."

"Hello dear. Ruth told me you might be coming." Myria stepped back to let the young girl in.

"It's so nice to meet you. Please come in. You must get out of the dampness."

There was something about her. Something that made Tina instantly fond of her. She didn't hesitate an instant, stepping across her threshold. "Thank you."

Myria let the girl to her sitting room. "May I get you something? A cup of tea or a glass of wine?" She offered the girl a seat on the couch. "I was just about to pour myself a glass. I firmly believe that a glass of wine or two each day is good for body and sole."

Normally, Tina wouldn't have a drink so early in the afternoon but she surprised herself when she agreed to join her. "That would be very nice, thank you." What was it about this woman that Tina found so endearing? She didn't know.

Myria poured two small glasses of white wine from the bottle setting on the server and brought them over. She sat on an old Victorian chair across from the girl. "Your Nana told me you were a pretty young thing. She didn't fib."

Normally, Tina wouldn't be embarrassed by a compliment but she could feel her cheeks get warm. She actually blushed. "That's very sweet of you. Thank you."

"I remember being your age. I wasn't as pretty as you but I turned a few young men's heads in my day. I'm certain the young men don't leave you alone."

Tina couldn't picture this woman as a young girl but just knowing what she was like she could imagine she could have any man she wanted. "I'll bet you were quite something."

Myria liked the girl. Ruth had told her about her and she was sympathetic toward her, about her situation. Today wasn't the first time she and Ruth spoke of her. Ruth had asked months ago if there was any way she could help. Myria knew enough about her to believe she was worth helping. "Your Nana tells me you've been having a difficult time lately. Would you like to tell me a little about it?"

Tina was hesitant at first to tell her whole depressing tale to a perfect stranger but as she started to tell her about her depression, about Bill, she just couldn't seem to stop. She told her everything, including intimate details that she'd had no intention of sharing. She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Myria.

Myria listened intently to every word, asking questions about the girl, about the young man, as they occurred to her.

She'd been talking almost nonstop for an hour and a half when she finished telling Myria about the events of last night and that morning. "I never told anyone things I've told you."

"I really appreciate your honesty dear. I wouldn't be willing to help you if I didn't believe that you told me everything." She knew her words were the truth. The wine she drank earlier had contained a potion that insured it.

"How can you help me?" Tina asked. She was still skeptical.

"That depends on what you'd like to happen child. Is it this Bill's true love you seek?"

Tina thought a moment before answering. "I did want nothing else once, but now I'd just like him to experience the abuse, the humiliation he's made me feel." She could never feel the way she used to toward him again.

Myria had several ways to offer that satisfaction to the girl but it had to be her decision. Myria had already come to the conclusion that this man deserved to be punished. "And if you could do anything you wanted, what would be the most satisfying way to accomplish that?"

"I wish he could feel what it's like to be a girl and be treated the way he treats women." It was only a fantasy, of course.

"And do you think that would be a fitting punishment, to be turned into a girl?" There was no sarcasm in her voice as she asked the question.

"It would be wonderful. I can just imagine how he'd react to being treated by guys the way he's treated me."

Myria was totally serious when she asked, "Just being turned into a girl wouldn't be enough.

He'd have to be put into the situation with men where they could do those things to him."

Tina let her imagination run wild. "If I could turn him into a girl I'd see to it that it would happen."

"You could do that?"

"I know I could." Tina said with a confident smile. Her mood then changed. "But what's the

use in fantasizing about it. It's not going to happen."

Myria gazed deep into Tina's eyes and said, "It could, if that's what you really want."

Tina returned the stare and saw something in the woman's steel blue eyes that scared her a little. Suddenly, the fantasy didn't seem so farfetched. "You mean you could do that?"

"It's been done." Myria said flatly.

"Are you trying to tell me you're some kind of witch or something?" Tina didn't believe in witches.

"Or something. I'm a practicing alchemist." Myria said with total seriousness.

How many times had Nana told her stories about the supernatural? It was her favorite kind of story to tell. The stories were never the scary kind. Nana's stories always had a happy ending. She realized that her Nana believed that this sweet old woman was one of those good witches she'd always told her about.

Tina wasn't ready to believe that this woman was a witch. "How am I supposed to believe all this?"

Myria had dealt with skepticism all her life. She wasn't offended at all by Tina's. "Don't you think it was a little strange that you walked in here and within ten minutes of meeting a perfect stranger, you told me the most intimate details of your life? Do you do that with everyone you just meet dear?"

"Of course not." It really was unlike her, now that she thought about it. "There's just something about you . . . "

"Thank you dear. That's very sweet of you but do you remember the wine we had when you first sat down?"

Of course she remembered. "It was spiked?"

"Not spiked exactly." Myria said with a smile. "I just put a little something in it that released your inhibitions and made you tell only the truth. You couldn't have lied to me if you wanted to."

"It was some kind of drug?"

"Of course it was. That's what alchemists do. We've just refined the skills and knowledge we posses a few steps beyond where science has left off."

Tina still wasn't convinced but the woman had given her reason to think. "Let's just say that it's possible to turn a guy, to turn my Bill into a girl. He'd be a really tall, really ugly one at best."

"Not necessarily dear. Would you say that he's a very handsome man?"

That she had to admit. "Quite."

"Didn't you tell me he was in excellent physical condition?"

"He's in perfect shape."

"Well then, the more perfect the male specimen he is, then the more perfect the female he would turn into."

"He's over six feet tall. He'd be a beanstalk." Not attractive at all, Tina thought to herself.

"Not necessarily." Myria replied smiling. She would explain. "There are other things to consider in the formula. The catalyst alone is not enough. You would have to be a part of the equation."

"What do you mean?"

"The catalyst would effect the change but the formula would need to include the genetic make up of a woman." This was difficult to explain to a lay person.

Tina just looked at her, puzzled.

Myria had already made up her mind to help the girl. "The formula would have to include two drops of female blood, your blood. There are other ingredients but that is the critical part. The catalyst, mixed with the genetic code in your blood, will determine how he'll change. Almost all of your predominant female characteristics; your height, your lovely figure, your smooth silky skin and so much more, these are all determined by these codes. The recipient of the formula will conform to these same codes."

"You mean he'd shrink and have a figure like mine? He'd look just like me?" It was almost impossible to imagine.

"He wouldn't look like you but yes, he would change in stature and shape. It would be impossible to determine exactly what his facial features would be, but if he's as handsome as you say then he'll become a strikingly attractive young woman."

Tina tried to image him as a girl. She just couldn't picture it.

"It wouldn't stop with outside appearances." She cautioned Tina.

"You mean he'd become a woman on the inside too?" That was too much to hope for.

Myria could see that the thought pleased her. "In every way." She assured her.

Tina tried to imagine him having to contend with having a period, the cramps she suffered with three or four days a month. She'd love it.

Tina wanted badly to believe this woman. "Tell me what I have to do."

 

Chapter 2

She barely made it home in time to safely hide the small vile and the woman's explicit instructions before Carol was at her door.

Bill showed up at the bar around seven. All night, every chance she got, she stared at him, trying to imagine what he would look like as a girl. She still had doubts about the woman's claims about what her spell would do but it was certainly fun to imagine.

Bill was glad Tina had obviously gotten over her snit from that morning. Sometimes they went on for days and she could be a real bitch.

The night seemed to last forever. Finally, quitting time came. She cashed out and cleaned up the tables as quickly as she could so they could get out of there.

Bill had taken it a little easy with the booze. He was starting on a new job in the morning and they expected him on a site a little earlier than usual. He'd have to be up at five in the morning.

Tina buckled up as always. Even when he wasn't drinking, Bill was a crazy driver. She wanted to get home in one piece. She was excited about getting home. She'd gone over and over what she was going to do to Bill, with Myria. Bill would be in bed quickly when they got home so she wouldn't have a lot of time to prepare the formula.

While he sat and had a smoke in the living room Tina started a pot of coffee. Nervously, she retrieved the small vial from the drawer in the refrigerator. Very carefully, she let four drops of the thick yellow fluid drip from the vile into a coffee cup. With a pin, she pricked her finger. Two drops of her blood mixed with the yellow fluid. The last ingredient wasn't as difficult to come up with as she imagined it would be.

The whole idea if his being transformed into a pretty girl excited her. She imagined what it would be like to watch him being molested, the way he abused her. She really wanted him to feel as used as she did, to feel the same helplessness and humiliation she felt. Men had used her all her life. In a weird sort of way, these thoughts turned her on. She reached down and pulled up her short jeans skirt and slid her hand into her panties. She thought she'd have to masturbate to get wet but she already was. Tina smeared a thin film of her juices around the edge of the cup.

She and Myria had talked about so many things. The length of his hair was just one of those things. Bill's hair was almost shoulder length but she asked Myria if there was a way to make it longer, maybe even fuller and wavier. Tina was told that all she had to do was to include a strand of her hair that was the length she wanted his to be. The whole thing was so far fetched anyway, why not? She didn't see how he couldn't notice hair in his coffee but she plucked a long wavy strand of hair from the back of her head and fed it into the cup of hot coffee. All he could do is complain. The coffee was ready.

Bill didn't usually drink anything after getting home from the bar, but the coffee she'd made him, spiked with the Harvey's, tasted pretty good. He didn't understand why she was being so nice to him but he didn't argue with her. This was the way he should be treated.

She was being silly, she thought to herself as she finally got ready for bed. She'd mixed the concoction exactly the way she was supposed to. Tonight's was only the first of the two doses that were supposed to transform him.

It couldn't really work, she thought to herself as she crawled under the covers beside him. It couldn't, could it? As keyed up as she was, Tina found it difficult to fall asleep. She laid there for an hour after he started snoring, thinking how great it would be if it actually did.

He slammed his hand down on the alarm button as the radio blared in his ear. He cursed the guys in the office that scheduled him to start a job so early. He cursed the fact that he must have drunk more than he thought last night. He felt really queazy and he was light headed, like he'd either drank too much or he mixed too much. He didn't think he had but what else would explain how shitty he was feeling. More than that, every muscle, every bone in his body ached. Bill threw the covers aside and slid his feet off the bed onto the floor. He just sat there a moment, trying to forget that he felt like shit.

"I've got to go in early. I need coffee." Bill grumbled to Tina, as he got up and left the bedroom for the bathroom.

Tina heard him through a sleepy haze. It wasn't till she swung her feet off the bed that she remembered and he was already on his way down the hall. She sat there feeling so foolish. It was a nice fantasy, turning her bastard boyfriend into a girl, but that was all it was, a fantasy. She threw a robe on and went in to make coffee.

Bill's first stop was the John. As he grabbed and took aim he thought to himself he seemed awfully small and limp. He didn't let it bother him, it happened sometimes.

It took a few seconds for the shower to get hot enough to step into. Washing his hair first, as he always did, he made a mental note that he really needed to get a hair cut. He hadn't really noticed before but it seemed awfully long.

Had he shaved before he went to the bar last night, he asked himself as he got ready to lather up to shave there in the shower? He didn't recall but he must have, he had no stubble. Bill's face was as smooth as a baby's ass, like he'd just shaved.

It wasn't till he started to wash that he realized something was really wrong. He looked down and was shocked to see the tub covered with his body hair. His chest was completely hairless, as were his shoulders, arms and back. What the hell was going on, he asked himself, feeling more queazy then ever.

There was something else too. Overnight, he'd lost weight somehow. His muscular chest and arms that he was so proud of had lost all definition, even his legs looked thinner. Something was wrong with him, seriously wrong.

Still dripping wet, Bill left the shower running and stepped out to check himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. His face looked shrunken, and it wasn't just that his cheeks that looked caved in. His whole face looked funny, like he had some kind of disfiguring disease. The queazy feeling in his stomach overwhelmed him and he sank to the floor in front of the toilet.

Tina heard the bedroom door close. He was done in the bathroom. She knew he'd be out in a couple of minutes for breakfast. The bacon was just about ready. She put the bread down in the toaster and started his eggs.

His breakfast was getting cold, sitting out on the table. Tina didn't think anything of the fact that the bedroom door was closed. She opened it and went in. Her first glance at him, sitting there on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes, made her gasp. In that same instant, she realized that Myria was everything she said she was. Her fantasy was coming true.

Afraid to make to much of it, Tina asked, "Are you all right?"

Bill was embarrassed, afraid and confused. "What the fuck do you mean?"

"You don't look so good this morning." He looked so weird.

"I think I'm getting something. I think it's the flu." He answered, getting up as if everything was just fine.

Tina realized then that there was other evidence of the woman's magic at work. Bill's clothes hung on him so strangely. His shirt looked like it was two sizes too big on him. His jeans were dragging on the floor. There was no doubt that her abusive boyfriend had shrunk. He was at least two inches shorter than he was last night.

Bill didn't get it either. When he put on his Jockeys, they were so baggy they almost slid down over his hips. His shirt, the one he bought only a week ago, fit him like a gunny sack. His sleeves covered his hands. He had to roll them up. When he pulled on his jeans they swam on him and he had to roll up the cuffs. He had to cinch his belt in an extra three notches to keep them up. He put on two pairs of his thick cotton socks to make his shoes even come close to fitting and his feet still slid around in them. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd shrunk. What could explain this?

Tina smiled inwardly. It was no flu that did this to him. For just an instant she felt a twinge of guilt for what she was doing to him, but that passed when she thought about all the things he'd done to her, how he treated her.

Myria told her it would take forty eight hours to complete the transformation and two doses of the concoction. If Bill had changed this much already, she couldn't wait to see how he was going to look by tomorrow.

"Maybe you should stay home today?" She suggested. She was anxious to watch his transition. He looked so strange. Bill was fully dressed so there was little to see other than his face but something was definitely happening. His facial features were distorted. Bill's whole face was different from the man's she went to sleep beside last night. He was not at all what she fantasized he'd change into. Not yet at least!

Bill didn't want her around him. He had to deal with this without her. He was really scared and that was an emotion he didn't share with anyone. "I'm fine!" He insisted. "It's just a bug or something."

He stuffed his wallet into his pocket, his change and his keys. Bill slipped his watch on. It slid down to his hand. Even his wrists were smaller. The sick feeling in his stomach wasn't getting any better.

"At least have some breakfast." Tina tried to insist. "Your hair is still wet. You'll just make yourself sicker." She hadn't really noticed until that moment, but his wet hair was longer. As wet as it was, it hung straight. She wondered, when it dried, would it be thick and wavy? She hoped so.

Bill didn't want to hang around. "I'll get something on the way to the job."

If he wasn't heading for a new job and he wasn't scheduled to start it alone, he probably wouldn't have been so willing to go. He just knew he had to get out of the house, away from Tina. He couldn't stand for her to see him this way.

She knew him well enough to understand. Bill was one of those guys that hated to appear weak, scared or out of control. He was terrified, he had to be, but he would rather run away than show it. He'd be back, she knew. He had nowhere else to go.

When he got behind the wheel of the company van, his feet barely reached the pedals. He had to slide the seat forward to reach. Thank God he didn't know anyone at the job he was heading for.

Tina didn't waste a second calling Myria, "It's working." She said excitedly as soon as the woman answered the phone.

Myria recognized the girl's voice. "That's wonderful." She knew it would. "He didn't give you any trouble?" That was the only thing Myria worried about.

"None at all. He's scared and confused but otherwise everything's fine." Tina told her.

"That's understandable. How did he look this morning?" Myria asked.

Tina told her everything she'd seen. After he'd left, she noticed the hair all over his side of the bed and in the tub. She assumed he had to be nearly hairless, given the amount of it he'd lost.

"His face looks really strange. Are you sure he's going to look ok?" He looked like anything but an attractive girl.

"Be patient Dear. His entire bone structure is changing. He's bound to look a little odd at first. By tonight, or tomorrow morning, you'll notice quite an improvement." Myria had seen the formula work before, many years ago.

With the woman's assurances, Tina promised to call her tomorrow and said goodbye.

Cleaning up the kitchen, she really wished she could have kept him home to watch the changes he was undergoing. She even thought it would be fun to stop by the job and check on him but she had to go in for the lunch shift today. She'd have to wait till that evening to see him.

Tina tried to get her mind off it. The idea of going back to bed for a while was ridiculous. She'd never get back to sleep. She was too excited. Tina cleaned out the bed and then picked up and cleaned the entire bedroom. The bathroom was next, then the kitchen. It was better to be busy.

Bill could hardly get anything done. He was supposed to rough in the electrical for a small office but the way he felt, he couldn't even think straight. It was hopeless. He called the office on the radio and told them he couldn't work, that he was sick. Jack, who was on the desk that that morning, was really pissed at him but he didn't care. They were going to send out another guy, pulling him off a job, to take over. Bill knew the guy and even though they asked him to wait till he got there, Bill packed up and took off.

Bill knew that Tina would be going into work about eleven. He didn't want to go home untill she was gone. He'd made up his mind that even though he hated doctors, he was going to call someone and find out what was wrong with him. Bill drove to the shopping center across the street from the pub and just sat there waiting for Tina to show up at work. Only then would he go home and call someone. He hadn't been to a doctor in ten years but he was going to go today.

After calling four different doctors' offices, he finally gave up. The best he could do was an appointment tomorrow morning. They all wanted to know if it was an emergency and what could he tell the women he spoke to? He wasn't about to tell them what was happening. He was so worried what the doctor would think of him. Bill had to settle for the appointment in the morning.

Bill had to change. He had to try and find something that would fit him. He went through every pair of underwear he owned to try and find a pair that didn't almost fall off him. It was futile. The only clothes that would stay up and were comfortable were his sweats but he really had to pull the drawstring tight to keep the bottoms on. The top was huge on him. He was pulling it over his head when he saw his reflection in the mirror. His chest looked so strange, hairless, but there was something else. He'd noticed that he seemed to have lost all muscle tone earlier that morning. Now though, his chest looked even stranger. His upper chest seemed more fleshy, more pronounced. His chest almost reminded him of a woman's. A flat chested woman's, for certain, but that's what it reminded him of. That thought didn't help the way he felt.

Bill dealt with his fear the way he always did. He took down a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet and grabbed a glass off the sink. Settling down on the sofa, he turned on the TV and cracked the bottle.

Tina was supposed to work that night too. She had a split shift on Tuesdays but she told them she wasn't feeling well and asked for the night off. One of the other girls offered to cover for her.

When the cab pulled into the apartment's parking lot at about three, she saw the van. She wasn't all that surprised to find that he came home early. She was surprised he went to work at all. Tina was really anxious to see him, to see if there were any more changes.

She found him, coming through the front door, lying curled up on the couch. She assumed it was him, lying there in his sweats, because she couldn't see his face. It was covered by his long hair. As disheveled as his hair was, it was beautiful. So long and thick and wavy. It was just like she imagined it would be. When she saw it that morning, it was too wet to tell if it had changed.

Something else seemed so different. Whenever he spread out on the couch in the past, his stretched out body was so long that his feet hung out over the ends. Not now. Not today. He seemed even smaller than he had this morning, she thought to herself.

Going over to him, she pulled his hair back off his face. A smile crossed hers as she stared down at him. Myria had been right. His once strong, squared off chin was now rounder. His strong features were softer, more feminine looking. Tina noted his slightly turned up nose that had always been so much larger and more masculine looking. He was even showing evidence of pretty cheekbones. She had to wonder if sleep didn't accelerate the change?

Very gently, she stroked his cheek. She could see there was no stubble on it but she wanted to feel it. His skin's texture had even changed. He no longer had the rough skin of a man. Bill's pores had shrunk and his skin looked and felt much softer. How amazing, she thought to herself, how wonderful!

Bill stirred at her touch. Tina pulled away, not wanting to wake him. She'd wanted to pull up his top and look at his chest but she was afraid of waking him. She would have really liked to see how he was changing down below. What had happened to his dick? He was always so proud of his big penis. What did it look like now? She'd have to wait till later to find out. She let him sleep it off.

Bill woke up around five. He heard Tina in the kitchen. He didn't understand what she was doing home. She should have been at work. He wasn't ready to face her. Bill closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep, hoping that she was just getting ready to leave, that she was only late for work. Several times he'd heard her come into the room and come over to him. She was obviously checking on him

By six thirty, he knew she wasn't going into work. He couldn't just lie there all night. The next time she came in he opened his eyes.

"Honey, are you feeling any better." Tina asked sweetly, with mock concern. She didn't mind him sleeping so long, all the better actually.

"I still feel like shit." She wasn't usually this nice to him but he didn't mind tonight.

"Would you like something to eat? I made you that mushroom chicken you like." Tina decided to be as nice to him, to be as supportive as she could. She wanted him to trust her.

"I'm not very hungry." He wasn't. His stomach wasn't feeling much better than it had that morning. He still felt pretty lightheaded too and it wasn't from the alcohol.

"You should eat something." Tina said, sitting on the edge of the sofa in front of him. "I'll make you some soup if you'd rather."

Bill was rarely, if ever, sick. It was nice to be treated this way, he decided. "Some soup, yeah, that might be all right."

"You just relax and I'll get it ready." Tina said with a smile as she got up.

This was a side of the girl he'd never seen. This he could get used to. He liked being treated this way. A woman should do his for her man all the time.

Tina had made the chicken dish for him but she decided the soup would be a better way to get him to take his second dose of the concoction. He'd never taste it in a thick bowl of tomato soup. She didn't think he'd be very interested in coffee. Tina didn't even feel a twinge of guilt as she prepared his brew.

He was more light headed than he realized when he sat down at the kitchen table and ate most of the soup she'd fixed him.

Tina sat across from him and tried not to stare as she nibbled on a piece of the chicken she made. She was too excited to have an appetite. She decided he must not have gotten a look at himself in a while or he wouldn't be as calm as he was. Looking at his face now, it was definitely much smaller than it normally was. It was really beginning to look much more feminine. She knew he was going to be really upset when he eventually saw himself.

The more Tina thought about it, the more convinced she should say something. He'd really think it strange if she pretended not to notice. The changes were too obvious. "Honey, don't you think you better go see a doctor? You really don't look good. You don't look like yourself." She didn't want to overdo it.

Scooping up another spoonful of the soup, he replied, "I have an appointment tomorrow."

Tina didn't worry about his seeing a doctor. She and Myria had discussed the distinct possibility that he might be scared enough to do just that. She assured Tina that there wasn't anything any doctor could do to stop what was happening to him. By tomorrow, she thought to herself, he should be so far through the transition that any doctor might think the girl coming to see him was a little crazy, claiming to be a man. That might actually be fun to see for herself.

He hadn't been to the bathroom since he got home at eleven. Bill got up from the table to go.

When he pulled down the elastic waistband on his sweats to go, his underwear came with them. He reached for his cock and got the shock of his life. There was nothing there to grab. For the first time in his life, Bill fainted.

She heard him go down in the bathroom and rushed in to see what was wrong. Tina got quite a shock when she saw him lying on the bathroom floor with his sweats and underpants around his ankles. He was out cold so she took the opportunity to look. His manhood was completely gone and in its place were the soft folds of a woman's clitoris. That was all there was, so far. She tried to look but couldn't see a if he had a vagina. As fast as the transition was taking place, she decided she wouldn't be surprised if it was there in the morning. Tina helped him to bed after pulling up his pants. What used to be a one hundred and eighty pound man was now not too difficult to handle. Tina could never have moved him so easily before.

She propped him up against the pillows at the head of the bed. She just had to pull his top up and look. Just as she hoped, there they were. His breasts weren't very pronounced yet but there was no mistaking that they were developing on his slender chest. How joyous!

He did come around finally, after she had him in bed, under the covers. She was glad she didn't try to undress him. Better he thinks she hadn't seen anything.

"What . . . " He was very disoriented. He had no idea how he got into bed.

"Just relax honey. Get some sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow." Tina said smiling, as she stroked his head.

Bill didn't have the strength to argue. "All right." He said weekly as he closed his eyes.

She spent a very pleasant, very relaxing evening in front of the TV. She checked on Bill occasionally and each time, found him resting peacefully. Tina took the time to plan.

Tina climbed into bed beside him around eleven. He was sleeping on his side. Tina reached over and felt his waist. How narrow it felt compared to his hip. Bill was going to be very surprised in the morning.

During the night, as he slept, his body seemed to complete the transformation.

Bill was still sleeping when she awoke that morning. It was her getting out of bed that woke him. It was when he rolled over that he discovered he now had full, voluptuous breasts. He came to full awareness with a start.

Tina couldn't pretend not to notice any more. His large breasts were too obvious when he sat up in bed, frightened. "What's happening to you?" Tina tried to sound really scared.

"I don't know?" Said the weak, scared feminine voice that replied.

It never occurred to Tina that his voice would change too. How natural it sounded, for a girl.

It sounded so funny to hear him talk that way. His voice certainly suited the body it was coming from though. His voice sounded pretty. He didn't sound anything like himself. His voice was quite a few octaves higher than it had been when he went to bed last night. There was no mistaking it as a girl's voice.

"No Shit, something's wrong." His own voice surprised him. He knew what was happening but he didn't know how, or why. "Help me." Bill pleaded solefully.

"Let's have a look at you." Tina said, coming over to him.

Bill was embarrassed to let her look, but who else could he turn to?

Tina had a very hard time not showing how thrilled she was as she lifted his sweatshirt to look at his chest. He had her breasts, her chest. It looked as natural as her own. What had once been a broad shouldered, muscular chest, was now was as narrow, as slender as any girl's. Sitting there looking at her were a pair of perfectly formed, full breasts. How natural they looked, she thought to herself. She had to admit to herself that she was actually a little jealous. While his chest looked to be about the same size as hers, his breasts were more perky. His previous muscle tone made his breasts stand up. He could almost get away without wearing a bra. Not that he would, of course.

Looking down from his chest, his waist was as almost as narrow as hers. It took every bit of self control she could muster not to break out laughing.

"Oh God!" Bill said moaning.

"Pull down your bottoms. We have to see what else has happened." Tina said looking very worried.

Bill didn't respond. How could he show her that he didn't have a cock anymore? How could he show anyone?

"Honey, I've got to see. We've got to find out how bad this is." Tina insisted.

She was right. He hated it but she was.

Bill reached down and put his thumbs in the waistband of the sweats and, lifting his ass off the bed, pushed them down. His underwear had crept down to his hips overnight. They were much too big for him to wear anymore.

"Spread and let me see." Tina said as compassionately as she could.

Reluctantly, Bill spread his legs. He couldn't look. He turned away.

Tina had been right. There, outlined by a soft patch of pubic hair, was a fully developed clitoris. "I have to see." Tina said, looking up to him.

He closed his eyes and said weakly, "All right."

Tina spread the pink folds of skin. It was there. Bill had a completely natural looking vagina.

Tina smiled to herself. The transformation appeared to be complete. How utterly fantastic.

The other thing that was so obvious with him sitting there with his sweats down at his ankles was how slender and shapely his legs were. She was more jealous than ever. Bill had better looking legs than she did. How ironic, she thought to herself.

When he pulled the sweats up Tina asked, "Do you feel all right?"

He just looked at her like she was crazy.

"No, I mean do you feel sick?"

Actually, he felt much better than he had. His head was clear, he didn't feel lightheaded anymore. He still had achy muscles but not nearly as bad as it was. His stomach wasn't doing flips any more either. "No, I don't think so."

How timid he sounded, how delightfully sweet, Tina mused. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

His bladder was full. He passed out last night before he got a chance to go. "Yes."

With an arm around his slender waist, Tina walked him to the bathroom. They were nearly the same height now. Tina was only five foot six and she could nearly look him in the eye. She followed him into the bathroom to help him. He looked almost comical as he walked because he was walking on his sweat pants. They were much too long for him now.

Instinctively, Bill lifted the seat, pushed down his sweats and started to reach down to aim.

"Don't you think you better try it sitting down?" She suggested. For the first time, she got a good look at his bare ass. He'd always had a cute tush but now he had a girl's pronounced, round, fleshy ass, much like her own. How sexy, Tina thought to herself smiling when he wasn't looking.

Bill turned and sat on the john. He held his head in his hands and started sobbing. What was happening to him? What could have caused this?

Tina couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. She'd never seen him this way. It didn't shake her resolve though. She still intended to make him feel the pain he'd made her experience so many times in the past.

Bill's emotional outburst finally subsided. He just sat there looking down at himself. He looked down at smooth slender legs. His hands, once large enough to palm a basketball were now tiny. His fingers were long and slender. How could this be?

Guys don't wipe after pissing. Bill was getting up off the john when Tina suggested, "You really should wipe hon."

Bill looked at her and almost broke into tears again. He took a piece of toilet paper off the spool and reached between his legs. There should have been a dick and balls there, he thought to himself. He wiped himself and pulled up his underwear. They fell when he reached for his sweats. They wouldn't even stay up anymore.

He turned to the mirror and just stared in stunned silence. The reflection looking back at him was not his own. A very attractive girl stared back at him. She had a pretty little turned up nose. She had a nice rounded chin with soft looking full lips. Her cheekbones didn't need makeup to look pronounced. Long thick black wavy hair hung almost to his chest. The girl's most notable feature was her striking steel blue eyes, his eyes, Bill's eyes.

Tina let him look. She wanted the reality of it to sink in. He was even better than she'd hoped he'd be. No one would ever believe that this person, this girl, was ever her boyfriend, the macho asshole, Bill. It was marvelous.

Still, there was a lot more to do. Her revenge was only partially complete.

 

Chapter 3

Tina led him back to the bedroom. It seemed so strange to him to let her lead him around, without a bit of arguing. She'd have to find him something to wear.

"We've got to get you to a doctor." Tina said with mock resolve. She knew it wouldn't help him but she had to convince him she wanted to do what was best for him.

Still in shock, he told her about making an appointment yesterday.

Good, she thought to herself. One of the things she'd worried about was how she was going to get him out of the house. She'd considered that he might try to hide away from the world indefinitely. "What time is your appointment?" Tina insisted.

"I can't go to a fucking doctor. Not like this." Bill said, suddenly realizing what he was saying. He still couldn't get over how weird his own voice sounded.

"Something's terribly wrong. You've got to get help." Tina insisted.

She was right but he was afraid. "I know. I'm just scared."

It was about time! "I know you are Hon. I'll take care of you. Now, what time is your appointment?"

"Ten." He was studying his delicate hands again. His mind was somewhere far away.

"Well we've only got about an hour. We need to get dressed and get going." Now came the first big step. Tina knew better than to try for too much right off the bat. "Let's find you something to wear."

Bill didn't respond. Now he was looking at himself in the mirror on her dresser, across from the bed.

Tina laid out a pair of her sweats on the bed for him to put on. They'd fit him a lot better than his own. From her sock drawer, he got out a clean pair of white cotton socks. No way his would ever fit. Bill's tiny feet couldn't be any bigger than a size five.

She tried not to be too obvious when she went into her underwear drawer and found him panties and a bra. Most of her panties were tee backs, because that's what Bill liked to see her in. She did still have a pair or two of her nylon scoop front panties but that was the best she could do. As far as bras, all of hers were very pretty, lacy and feminine. She knew that would cause a problem.

"Let's get you dressed Hon." Tina suggested, stepping between him and the mirror.

He was in a daze until she startled him. He looked over at what she laid on the bed for him to wear. "I'll wear my own clothes." He insisted. Bill almost tripped on his sweat pants going over to the closet. He reached for a pair of his jeans. When he dropped his sweat pants, his underwear fell down to his ankles again. He kicked them off and stepped into his jeans. Pulling them up to his waist, he realized how foolish an idea it was to even try to wear them. There was no way to pull them tight enough around his skinny waist and they were at least five inches too long, like his sweat pants.

Tina tried to look sympathetic, shaking her head. She picked up the pair of white panties from the bed. "Try these on Hon." She handed them to him.

Bill took them, grasping them at arms length between two slender fingers. "I can't wear these." He insisted.

"They're the only thing that will fit you and you can't go out without something on under the sweats." It wouldn't be lady like, she thought to herself.

His stomach felt queasy again as he stepped into the silky white panties and slowly pulled them up. The smooth cool material made him shiver as he pulled them up to his waist. He felt really strange, the way they fit, being so low cut in front. He did have to admit that they fit him a lot better than his own. At least they'd stay up.

Tina handed him the gray sweat pants. She thought he looked very natural in the panties. He should, she thought to herself. He had a girl's figure and they were almost his size. Tina kind of hoped that he'd get a little smaller. Myria said he'd have her figure and he was nearly there. There was another fourteen hours to go.

Bill didn't waste a second pulling on the sweat pants. He felt very self conscious standing there in front of his girlfriend in her underwear. The sweat pants seemed to fit him pretty well.

Now for the difficult step. "Slip off your sweat shirt and let's see how this fits you." Tina said, picking up the bra.

"No, no way I'm wearing that!" Bill drew the line at the panties.

"You mean you're going to go out with your nipples poking out? Look at yourself."

Bill looked down and saw what she meant. His large pink nipples stood out hard.

"At least try it on. If you can't stand it, we'll find another way." There was no other way.

Bill looked at the bra in her hand, he looked at her sympathetic face and then down at the huge breasts on his chest. They bounced when he walked and that bothered him, a lot. He knew that a bra would keep them from bouncing so much and she was right about his nipples. "I'll try it." He said reluctantly.

Tina wore a 34C and he looked every bit as big. She couldn't imagine going out without a bra. There'd been times, of course, but only by necessity. She was sure he'd agree to wear it. She stepped over behind him and put it around his waist, hooking it in back. "Slide your arms in." She told him, holding out the straps.

It felt so strange as he slid his arms through and Tina pulled them up onto his shoulders.

"Adjust yourself until it feels comfortable." She told him. She wanted to do it for him but she decided she better not.

Bill pulled the lacy material of the bra first to one side then the other. His right breast was pinched a little by the underwires, he tugged it down a little until he settled comfortably into place. Looking down at the feminine undergarment on his chest his stomach did another flip. As strange as it felt to wear a bra. It was more comfortable than going without.

He reached over and picked up the gray and white sweatshirt from the bed. Again, he didn't waste a second, sliding it over his head. With the sweatshirt on he didn't feel so self-conscious. He still felt strange but he could stand it, at least for a little while. "I guess it'll be all right."

Wonderful, Tina thought to herself. She was still amazed at his transition. She couldn't get over how pretty, how natural he looked. "You look fine." She said, trying to reassure him.

"Yea, right." He felt like . . . Like he didn't know what.

He made no fuss about the white cotton socks. At least they fit him. Her Rebocks weren't so bad either. They fit him almost perfectly. It amazed him. He always kidded Tina about having such little feet and now he was wearing her shoes and they were comfortable.

It was getting late. They'd have to get going soon. "You've got to let me do something with your hair. It's a mess."

Bill took a step back, afraid of what she had in mind. "What are you going to do?"

"It's a mess. Will you please trust me? I just want to brush it out a little. You can't go out with it looking the way it does."

The world was going to think he was a girl, whether she brushed his hair or not. He might as well let her he decided.

Tina took him into the bathroom and spent almost ten minutes getting all the knots out. When she was finished, his hair looked almost passable. No self respecting girl would go out that way but she still worried about pushing him too far too soon. She'd couldn't wait to get him into a salon for a styling and cut. He was going to look gorgeous with a layered cut and bangs. She was so excited.

Tina left him in the living room watching TV while she went and got ready. She threw on her jeans and a blouse. She did her makeup in record time and just put a brush through her hair.

Bill was really scared when it came time to go out the door. "No one is going to recognize you. Believe me Hon. You're mom wouldn't even know you." No one would.

"I suppose." He agreed and timidly followed her out the door.

"I think I better drive." She suggested as they walked to the truck.

Bill never let anyone drive his new pickup, not even Tina. Today, he didn't argue. He was too nervous to drive.

Tina threw her purse on the seat and slid behind the wheel. She adjusted the seat and started the engine. She was feeling pretty good. How tame and meek he was acting. Tina was enjoying every minute of it.

Bill pulled on the seat belt. The shoulder strap pulled down between his breasts and that made him uncomfortable. It defined them more than ever. He was glad he'd had the windows tinted so dark. He didn't want anyone to see him.

Bill gave her an idea of where the doctor's office was located and she guided the truck out onto the street. It felt so great to be in the control seat with him for once. He didn't say a word about her driving, like he used to. He was too wrapped up with his own problems.

Bill wasn't sure he'd made the right decision about going to the doctor, the closer they got to his office. "This guy's expecting me to show up as Bill, a guy. I'm not sure I can go in there."

Tina could easily understand his apprehension. She could just imagine making an appointment at the gynecologist's and showing up as a guy. She got an idea. "You want me to call my doctor and see if we can get you in."

"How's that going to be any easier?" It'd be just as awkward.

Tina had thought it out. "I can make the appointment for say . . . Candy White?" She always like the name ‘Candy' and White was Bill's real last name.

"Candy?" Bill asked. "Why ‘Candy'?"

"I don't know. It's just a nice name. If you don't like it, pick a name you like better."

"Why pick a girl's name at all?" He wasn't about to pick out a girl's name for himself and he didn't understand why he needed to.

"Don't you think it'd be easier to go in letting them think you're a girl and then just explaining our problem to the doctor? It would probably be a little less embarrassing than going in and saying you're a guy right off the bat. Don't you think?" It certainly made sense to her.

He thought about it and had to admit that Tina was right. "I suppose so."

She turned the pickup around and headed for her gynecologist's office. "Let's see if we can get you in right away." She suggested. Tina was fully aware that her doctor wouldn't be able to just take a walk in but what Tina had in mind was to expose him to public scrutiny. If she took him home and called for an appointment she didn't think she'd get him out of the house again.

"Don't be scared. Try and relax." Tina said reassuringly when she parked and turned off the truck. She was glad to see the office was busy. The parking lot was packed.

"I don't think I can do this." Bill was actually shaking.

"Honey, we have to find out what's wrong with you. You want to stay like this forever?" Tina took great satisfaction in the knowledge that he'd spend the rest of his life as a woman. What a fitting revenge.

"No, of course not. You'll stay with me? Please!" Bill didn't know what to do, how to act or even what he was going to tell the doctor.

"I will Hon, I promise." For now at least.

"Hi." Tina said, smiling at the receptionist. "Would there be any chance that the doctor could see my friend?" Tina turned, indicating Bill.

Bill tired smiling at the woman but his heart wasn't in it.

"Does she have an appointment?" The woman asked looking at the girl. Odd, she thought to herself. No makeup. Her hair was a complete shambles. Why'd she look so nervous, she wondered?

"No. We were hoping the doctor might have just a moment for her." No way, Tina knew.

"Not today. What seems to be the problem?" The receptionist asked, as she looked through her appointment book at tomorrow's appointments.

"We think Candy's got a serious hormonal deficiency." Tina said very seriously.

She looked up from her book. "What are the symptoms?" She asked Tina's friend. She thought it a little odd that Tina felt she had to speak for the girl.

Bill had no idea what to say. Every instinct told him to turn and run out of the office. She was waiting for him to respond.

Tina could see he was terrified. She had to rescue him. "Tell the woman about your menstrual cycle." Tina turned back to the receptionist. "Candy's very irregular. She's been ovulating as often as twice a month."

She still didn't understand why she couldn't speak for herself but what matter? "The soonest I can squeeze you in is Thursday. I believe that the doctor will want to take blood though. We can get that out of the way if you'll come in tomorrow morning, before nine." They only drew blood in the mornings.

That was perfect, Tina thought to herself. It was only Tuesday. She had a guaranteed way to get him out of the house both tomorrow and Thursday.

That was fine with Bill. All he wanted to do was get out of there.

Tina was about to leave when she noticed something else. She'd never paid much attention to the little sign beside the receptionist's window. ‘Visitors are responsible for charges at the time of treatment, unless other arrangements are made.' Tina didn't have health insurance. She just always paid for each visit at a time.

Bill was going to have a problem, she thought to herself as they left the office and walked back to the truck. Bill's company carried health insurance for their employees but he couldn't hand the office his insurance card, the one that represented him as Bill White, a twenty-three year old male.

Tina presented him with the problem, feeling very smug. "How are we going to pay the doctor?" She asked as they climbed back into the truck.

Bill hadn't given it a thought until Tina mentioned it. "I have some money put aside." He didn't hesitate giving up his secret stash.

She had a feeling he had money she didn't know about. "The blood tests and the office visit will probably be about a hundred dollars. I don't have any idea what the prescriptions will cost." She said, sounding worried. "I wish I had something put away to help." She wasn't about to give up her meager mad money.

Bill thought fast. He had only a hundred and fifty in his wallet back home. Payday wasn't till Friday. He'd put in almost fifty hours last week. That would cover it, he was sure.

He realized he had another problem. He couldn't go in the office to pick it up. How was he going to get his pay?

That wasn't his only problem. Work was going to be wondering what happened to him today. They were pissed enough yesterday with him walking off the job. He had completely forgotten to call in sick today. He better do it now. It was already eleven. He should have called in hours ago. "I have to call into work."

Tina hadn't given it a thought either. She was thinking more clearly than Bill. "I think I better do it for you."

Bill turned and looked at her with a question on his face. Why?

"Do you really think they'll believe it's you?"

His voice! He had a girl's voice. He didn't sound anything like himself. Bill thanked God he had Tina. For the first time he stopped to consider that he'd be lost without her. Any other girl would have deserted him, under the circumstances. "You're right. I wasn't thinking. Thanks Tina."

This was wonderful. She had him right where she wanted him. Tina watched him push the hair off his face. He was doing it so often it had to be driving him crazy. Tomorrow, she decided, she would talk him into letting her do something with it, for his sake, of course!

They hadn't resolved the problem of how he was going to pay the doctor. "I imagine that the office will let me pick up your check on Friday but that's not going to help us tomorrow, or Thursday for that matter."

Bill's body might have changed but his mind still worked the same way. "I'll just write a check on Thursday. I can cover it with my check on Friday, before it bounces."

"You think the doctor will take your check, made out by ‘Candy White'?" He really wasn't thinking clearly. "You write out a check to me, before we go. We'll stop at the bank and I'll cash it." It was the only way.

Bill almost wished now that they had a joint account. This was getting really awkward.

It was getting late. Tina had to get to work. Whether he still had a job or not, she did and she was going to need every dime just to survive on her own.

"You might as well leave that on." Tina told him when they got home. He started to look for something else to wear. "I don't think any of my jeans will fit you." At least, not until tonight or tomorrow. By then he should be exactly her size. Tina couldn't wait to see him in a pair of her painted on jeans. He was going to look so sexy.

As much as he hated the idea he had to agree.

Tina called his office. They were pissed and wanted to talk to him. Tina covered for him and said he was really sick and was in bed, asleep. She couldn't put him on the phone just then.

She didn't waste any time changing for work. "You'll be fine." She assured him, as she stood at the door, poised to go. "I'll take the truck to work. Call me if anything happens." It seemed so weird to kiss that pretty face. She couldn't make herself kiss him on the lips. She kissed his cheek. It was just like kissing another girl. "Get some rest. You should probably crawl into bed and try to get some sleep." Yes. Sleep.

Bill closed the door behind her. He didn't like her taking his truck but what if he did need her? It made sense for her to have it. Before taking her advice and crawling back into bed, he went to the bathroom. Bill normally went for hours, sometimes all day, without going. He didn't understand it but his bladder felt so full all of a sudden.

Bill felt funny about it but he stripped down to just Tina's underpants. He didn't mind at all getting out of the bra but he felt odd about getting into bed naked. Under the sheets, his hand stroked the silky material of the pretty underwear. He almost hated to admit to himself that he liked the feel of them against his smooth skin. He tried not to think about it as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Tina wasn't worried about him going anywhere when she agreed to work through the afternoon and into her normal evening shift. She'd lost money yesterday, taking the night off. Tuesday nights were usually pretty busy and she'd make up some of what she lost.

In the back of her mind she wondered how Bill would look when she got home later. The forty-eight hours would be up and his transformation would be complete.

 

 

Chapter 4

Bill slept all afternoon. He was mentally and physically exhausted. When he woke up around six, he felt better than he had in days. Even the dull ache was gone. When he first got dressed again, he didn't bother with the bra. Within a half-hour he was back in the bedroom struggling to hook the tiny clasps behind his back. The girls he knew made it look so easy to do but he struggled with it for several minutes. Walking around the apartment without it was more uncomfortable than he thought it would be. They bounced so much on his chest. He felt funny about it but there was no one who'd know so why care?

His hair drove him crazy. It was constantly in his face. He finally gave up and put it in a pony tail. He was accustomed to wearing it that way but it didn't look anything like it used to. How did it get so long, or so thick and wavy?

Bill came to the conclusion that Tina couldn't get out of work to come home. She'd normally be at work at this time of day anyway. He'd just have to make the best of it. He thought about making himself something good to eat but he really wasn't all that hungry. He made himself a simple sandwich and was surprised how it filled him up.

He made his third trip to the john that afternoon. Whatever was happening to him must have shrunk his bladder somehow, he decided.

Bill spent a long time in front of the mirror, studying the person he'd become. How could this happen to him, he asked himself for the hundredth time?

"So what's with Bill. He must be sick as a dog." Tony remarked.

"He's got the flu or something. He's in really bad shape." Tina told his buddy. Bill and Tony worked for the same electrician. The also hung out together regularly at the pub. There were a few others he worked with in the pub that night too. Each asked how Bill was doing and she told them all the same story about him having the flu.

"Carl's really pissed that he walked off the job yesterday. Bill better get better in a hurry. I heard them talking about putting someone else into his truck." Tony knew that the company couldn't afford to have a truck sitting idle very long.

It was inevitable that he'd lose his job. That was part of Tina's plan. "I hope not. I hope he's feeling better by tomorrow."

He better get over it, Tony thought to himself. He knew Bill had planned on meeting Rachael on Thursday and Tony knew Bill was hot for the girl. Sick or not, Tony knew Bill wouldn't blow that chance at fucking her.

Normally, Tony wouldn't talk as much with Tina. Bill was the jealous type and he didn't like guys messing with his woman. Since he was home sick, Tony didn't care.

Tina had decided long ago that all men were assholes. Tony and his buddies were no exception to the rule. It amazed her that without Bill around they would hit on her so much. Tony started it and by ten, half his ‘good buddies' were making lewd suggestions about how they'd take better care of her than Bill could. If they only knew? It was comical. Tina didn't have the slightest interest in letting any of them get to first base with her. They were all just as bad as Bill, at least the way he used to be.

Tina got home a little earlier than usual. She'd raced to clean up and not having to wait for a ride home helped too. She wasn't at all surprised to find pretty little ‘Candy' curled up on the couch asleep when she walked in. He was still wearing her sweats but that didn't surprise her. What did surprise her a little, was that she could see he still had on her bra. How precious. Maybe he liked the way it felt on him, she thought smiling. How sweet.

The television was playing quietly. He'd been watching when he fell asleep. Tina looked around for his customary bottle of booze or empty beer cans. She saw none. It wasn't like him to hang around the house all evening and not drink. Smiling, she realized there were a few things going on in their apartment that were out of the ordinary.

She lightly sat on the edge of the sofa beside him. Smiling down at his pretty face, she lifted his hair from his eyes and stroked his head. "Hi sweetheart, I'm home."

Barely awake, he whispered back "Hi." It was an effort to open his eyes.

"How do you feel?" She asked, genuinely interested.

Besides being so sleepy, he felt fine. "Pretty good."

"Why don't we go to bed? I'm sure you'd be a lot more comfortable there." Tina suggested, offering her hand to help him up.

Bill didn't argue. He let Tina lead him inside.

Bill thought he'd just crawl into bed in the sweats.

"You can't sleep in those. You'll sweat to death." She had a better idea. Normally, she slept in either a teddy or one of the slinky nighties Bill had bought her. Why shouldn't he sleep in one of them now? She was still cautious not to push him too far, too fast. "Take off the sweats and try this on." She laid her plain white chemise on the bed beside him.

"I'm not going to sleep in that. I'll just sleep in my underwear." He was more awake now.

Tina tested him a little. "Look, I know this is all very strange for you. It's pretty weird for me too you know. I'm having a lot of trouble dealing with all this myself." She laid it on. "I have no particular desire to wake up in the morning with one of your breasts in my face. You could at least respect my wishes a little." She pretended to be getting upset.

Bill really hadn't thought too much about it. He was so busy feeling sorry for himself he hadn't considered how awkward what happened to him had to be for Tina to deal with. "I guess I could give it a try." Bill shed the sweats and took off the bra with Tina's help.

Tina helped him slip it over his head. The pretty chemise with its slender straps fit him perfectly. What his changing allowed her to do was to see if he'd slimmed down any more. He had and the fit of the chemise proved it. It hugged her hips when she wore it and it was hugging his the same way now.

The other thing she noticed was that when she stood in front of him, helping him get the nightie over his head, she could look him right in the eye. He was her height now. His transformation was complete.

"How does it feel? Is it comfortable?" Tina couldn't help smiling at him.

"What are you grinning at?" Bill asked, annoyed by her smiling at him. He felt so strange in Tina's nightie. It had that same silky feel as the underwear he had on underneath and it feel so nice against his skin. He couldn't let on to Tina that he liked it though.

"I'm sorry Hon. It's just that you look so pretty in that I couldn't help it." Tina knew she shouldn't have said it but it was too late to take it back.

Bill stepped in front of her dresser and looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection, the attractive girl there, did look pretty in the chemise. "I'm a freak." He said suddenly. Just as suddenly, tears ran down his cheeks and he sobbed.

Tina held him for twenty minutes while he cried uncontrollably. She cradled him in her arms there on the edge of the bed, the whole time stroking his head, whispering reassurances into his ear. A half hour later, she helped him into bed and crawled in beside him. She held his head, nestled in her arm, until they fell asleep.

He hadn't had a shower in two days. It felt really strange to wash himself. He was really uncomfortable about washing his crotch. Touching himself there made him feel funny. He got goose bumps when he washed his chest and found that his enlarged nipples were so sensitive to the touch. It sent a shiver throughout him when he squeezed them.

He'd washed his hair with Tina's shampoo and then conditioned it, following the directions on the bottle, as she suggested. If she thought it would make it more manageable, he wasn't about to argue with her.

Tina was picking up the bedroom while he showered. She'd gotten up early and gotten herself ready to go. When she picked up the panties he'd worn yesterday she noticed something odd. Bill had left cum stains in the panties. She had no idea what made him do that. She wasn't even sure that he was aware that he had. She remembered he'd been watching television last night. Had he watched something that excited him, she wondered?

Tina decided not to ask. It would only embarrass him and she wanted him feeling good about himself today. She wasn't going to anything to embarrass him if she could help it.

"They don't fit." Bill insisted.

"Sure they do. You just have to tug them up a little." Tina knew he could squeeze himself into her jeans. He just wasn't trying hard enough.

Bill gave them another tug and finally got them up over his hips. He was amazed that he could button them up over his skimpy pink underwear. His considered arguing with Tina about his putting them on but she showed him his options, there in her underwear drawer.

Tina watched as he pulled on a pair of her jeans. He was wearing a clean pair of panties. She had less trouble than she thought she would, talking him into putting on her only other pair of regular panties. All she had left in her drawer were her T backs. Tomorrow he'd have to wear a pair of those. The pink pair had a pretty lace inset in the deep ‘v' in front. Tina had bought the lovely matching bra at the same time she got the panties. It was one of her favorites. She was relieved he was putting up less and less of a fuss about what she gave him to put on.

Looking at him standing there in just the jeans and bra, Tina actually felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the way he filled out her jeans. He fit them better than she did. He had a really nice pair of buns, for a girl. His ass was firmer than hers ever was.

Bill picked up the black cotton ribbed top from the bed. It looked so small he couldn't believe it would fit him, even now. He looked up at Tina as if to say, ‘Do I have to?'

She was dying to see him in it. "Go ahead and try it on."

Bill put his arms in the sleeves and pulled it over his head. He reached back and tugged his wet hair out. Stretching it a little, he pulled the snug top down over his chest. He felt better when he had the lacy pink bra out of sight. Unfortunately, it wasn't out of mind. He definitely felt very self conscious wearing it.

Tina picked out a top that was a little reveling but not so much as too completely unnerve him. It fit him snug. The scooped neckline was scalloped, as were the short capped sleeves. It was actually one of her plainest looking tops, nothing special. "Tuck it in and let's see how it looks." She said encouraging him.

He felt really weird in it. At least the sweatshirt he'd worn yesterday disguised his big chest a little. This one left little to the imagination. "I think it's too tight." He told her.

"Don't be silly. It fits you perfectly."

Looking at himself in the mirror, he asked, "Don't these things drive you crazy?" He looked down at his chest.

Tina couldn't help it. She laughed. "You get used to them. They grow on you."

Bill turned and glared at her then smiled, "Not funny."

There was no time like the present. "I've been thinking Bill. We have to talk."

Those four words always did bother him. Now they scared him. "What is it?" He asked meekly.

"Sit here a minute." She sat on the edge of the bed and tapped the spot beside her.

Bill was worried. He'd taken to heart what she'd said before about how difficult this all was for her too. He wasn't sure how long she'd put up with him, with what had happened to him. He needed her and he knew it. He sat down beside her on the bed.

He looked worried. Good! "I'm worried about taking you to the doctor."

"I've got to find out what's wrong with me. I can't stay like this." Bill said almost in panic.

Tina was quick to agree, trying to calm him down. "There's no question of that. I just think we have to be careful how we approach the doctor."

"What do you mean?" He asked more calmly. At least she was still willing to help him.

"Let's face it Bill," It sounded so odd calling him that, sitting there looking into the eyes of a very pretty girl, "people are going to think we're a little crazy, claiming that you're a guy."

He thought about it and he decided that Tina was probably right. "I suppose, but how else do we get someone to help me get back to normal?"

"I think we need to take this in steps." She thought this through. "Let's let them do their tests. When the results come back and they see that your metabolism is all screwed up, then we'll tell them the real problem."

That kind of made sense to him.

"I'm just afraid that they'll lock the two of us up if we tell the truth up front."

He could see her point. "I guess you're right."

"It'll definitely be better to just let everyone believe you're a girl until we can get you back to normal." She had to get him thinking this way to accomplish the rest of her plan. He was cooperative so far but there was so much more she wanted to do with him. There was no time like the present.

It scared him to think that he'd have to parade around looking like he did, wearing Tina's clothes, for the next couple of days. He was sure that once the doctor discovered what the problem was, she'd be able to reverse it as quickly as it came on.

"Let's get your hair dry. I need to try to do something with it." Tina got up and started for the bathroom.

Bill didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean, ‘do something with it?"

Tina turned back to him. "Well you can't go out again, looking the way you do. Your hair's a mess."

"I'll just comb it back the way I always do."

"And have it in your face all day, like it was yesterday?"

It was a pain in the ass yesterday.

"This afternoon we're going to get Linda to cut and style it a little. You look like a rag mop."

He remembered Tina mentioning the girl's name before. Linda was the girl that did Tina's hair. "I don't want to get it ‘cut and styled'."

"I thought we agreed that we had to try and pass you off as an average girl, just until we get you back to normal. It won't be for long but you can't just leave your hair looking the way it does. People are going to wonder." She knew her logic was thin but she had to try and convince him. "You'll draw less attention if you do something with that unruly head of hair than if you leave it the way it is."

The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. "I guess." He replied feeling less than sure about it.

Tina blow dried his hair, styling it as best she could without a cut. It took a lot of hair spray to make it look like anything. He needed a cut so badly.

"Now we need to do something with your face." Tina said matter of factly.

"I'm not wearing makeup." He said, backing away. He'd watch her brush and tease his hair, making it look like a girl's. Bill drew the line at makeup.

"Bill, this isn't easy for me either." He sounded like his mind was made up. She had to change it. "Do you think I'm enjoying this? The guy I love turns into a woman and I'm just supposed to go along happy?" She slammed the hair brush down on the counter. "Fine." Tina stormed out of the bathroom, heading for the bedroom. She threw herself down on the bed and pretended to cry. It wasn't a new ploy for her to use. She was an expert at it.

Bill just stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. He had to make up with her. He needed her to get through this. In the bedroom, he sat next to her on the bed. "I'm sorry." He wasn't good at this. All the other times she'd thrown a fit like this he'd just let her go off and get it out of her system. He didn't let it bother him. Now, he couldn't afford to. "I just feel so strange like this."

Tina looked up, still crying. "What about me?" She didn't want to overdo the ‘me' part but she had to put as much pressure on him as she could. She wiped away her tears and sat up. "I know it's hard for you. It's hard for me too. You didn't see the women in the doctor's office looking at you with raised eyebrows. It was embarrassing."

He really hadn't noticed. He was too wrapped up in getting help for himself. He'd avoided their looks on purpose.

"You think it'll make you look conspicuous? It won't. Not wearing it will draw attention even more." Tina hoped that would do it. She couldn't think of any other way to convince him.

Was Tina right? Now that he thought about it, he did kind of think it odd when he occasionally saw a woman, particularly a young woman without makeup. Bill didn't like it, but he agreed. "Just don't over do it. Don't make me look like some kind of whore."

She did it. Fantastic! "Do you think I look like a whore?"

"No!" He said instantly. He liked the way she looked. Tina didn't seem to wear a lot of makeup.

"Then stop worrying." She said, finally smiling again. "I'll take care of you."

Bill never realized that Tina wore as much makeup as she did. He stood there in the bathroom while she put eyeliner on him, a couple different eye shadows and the mascara that made his eyelashes look twice and thick as long as they normally did.

Tina would have liked to pluck his eyebrows but that would have to wait till he got used to the rest. Thank God they weren't thick and bushy like they used to be.

"What's that?" Bill asked as Tina got out her blush. "It's just blush." She told him and proceeded to highlight his already pronounced cheekbones. He was starting to look really pretty.

Tina wished she'd thought ahead a little better. She had shades of makeup that suited her, but ‘Candy' had a slightly darker complexion and black hair. She was going to have to get him cosmetics of his own. There'd be enough left after paying for the blood tests to stop and get some things for him. Paying Linda for his cut and style was another story but she was sure Linda would wait till she got paid Friday.

"Lipstick?" Bill said sadly as Tina opened the tube and stepped up to him. "You've got such pale lips. We have to do something with them. Now, hold still." His full sensuous lips weren't really all that pale but she was just dying to see him with lipstick on, to finish off his look.

Tina stepped back and checked her work. God, he was so pretty, she said to herself. "I think we can get away with that. It's not great but that's the best I can do."

Bill had been checking repeatedly in the mirror. It wasn't as bad as he expected. His eyes looked a little funny with the eyeliner and mascara but they did look sort of natural, for a girl. He could hardly tell she'd put ‘blush' on him but his cheeks did look fuller. The lipstick bothered him the most. It was a pale red at least, not a dark shade, like he'd pictured Tina trying to get him to wear. What was annoying was that he was constantly aware of it when he put his lips together. He swore he'd never understand how anyone could get used to that strange feeling.

"All right, that's enough. It's nine and we have to get going or we'll be late for the doctor's."

He had that nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach again. "You're sure I look ok?" Bill asked.

"Perfectly." She assured him with a smile.

Bill had to trust her. He grabbed his wallet, his keys and his pocket knife off his dresser. He'd need it today. Absentmindedly, he tried to tuck his wallet into his back pocket. He discovered that he couldn't have slid a credit card in there, much less his wallet. There was no way he'd get anything in the front pockets either, he realized. Turning to Tina, he asked, "Would you stuff this in your purse for me?" Tried to hand the things to her.

"I don't have room." She hadn't even planned it. Tina was one of those women who stuffed everything conceivable in her purse. She was always ready for any contingency. Bill had set himself up this time. "Wait a minute."

She'd just bought a new purse and she couldn't bring herself to throw out her old one. It was on the shelf in the closet. "Put your things in here." She said, handing it to him.

Bill took it saying, "What, now I'm supposed to carry this?"

"And what? I'm supposed to look like your mother at the doctors and pay your bill for you?

Don't you think that might look a little odd? You are a grown up, after all."

Tina realized something. "Wait a minute." She went scrounging through her dresser. One of her girlfriends had bought her a new wallet last Christmas, right after she'd gone and bought herself one. She found it in the bottom drawer, under her sweaters. "Here, put your cash in this." She said, handing him the wallet.

"No, I'll just use mine." He said, throwing hers on the bed.

"That'll look really great, taking a man's wallet out of your purse to pay the bill. That won't raise any eyebrows." She said kidding sarcastically. "And, God forbid we should get into an accident. The police will certainly understand your pulling a guy's wallet with some guy named Bill's drivers license out of it." Sometimes guys could be so stupid!

"Why do you have to always be so fucking right?" Bill said, feeling dumb. He took his money out and put it in the other wallet. He slung the strap over his shoulder. "Let's go. Where's the keys?"

"You're not driving." Tina said confidently.

"Why not?" Bill said feeling a little more confident.

"Remember the cops? One little screw up is all it takes." Dumb, really dumb!

He still wasn't thinking. "Yea, I guess you're right."

 

Chapter 5

They got to the doctor's office on time and Bill was handed the customary clipboard with paperwork to fill out. The office was too crowded for Tina to coach him on how to fill out the forms. She watched him as he filled in the usual information. She was glad he remembered to put down ‘Candy' White. He even had the smarts to check off the box for female. She didn't know what he was thinking when he just skipped over the section for women. Nonchalantly, she reached over and tapped the section he'd skipped.

Bill was uncomfortable enough, sitting here in the room full of women. He felt so out of place. On the way over, Tina reminded him that he had to try and act appropriately in front of people. "You look a woman but you still have your old mannerisms and habits. Try and act more like a woman if you can."

"How am I supposed to act?" What did she expect him to do?

"Watch me, watch other women. Mimic us. If you don't, you're going to draw attention to your self."

Bill had taken her advice but he felt foolish doing it. As he sat there with the clipboard on his lap, he sat up very straight with his knees together, just like the woman across from them in the waiting room.

He read the section of the form Tina had pointed out. ‘Do you menstruate regularly?' ‘When was your last period?' ‘When was your last breast exam?' ‘When was your last pap smear?' Bill had no idea how to answer those and about a dozen other questions, so he just guessed.

It was so cute, Tina thought to herself as he wrote in answers to each of the questions. She wondered how he'd feel if they took a pap smear? She was sure he had no idea what that meant. Tina thought it was particularly ironic that he put down that his last breast exam was just a year ago. Imagine him putting his breast between those plates and having it squeezed for and x-ray? Tina hated when she had to have that done. Imagine how he'd feel.

They only had to wait for about ten minutes after he turned over his clipboard to the receptionist. "Candy. Candy White. The nurse called out."

Bill was really nervous even though they would only be taking blood.

"Go ahead Candy. I'll wait here." Tina said to him encouraging him to get up and follow the nurse.

Tina thought they took an awfully long time, even though the clock said it was only about fifteen minutes. Finally, Tina spotted him at the desk through the receptionist's window. She couldn't hear what was being said but he seemed to be doing fine. He was talking to the woman back there and they seemed to be carrying on a pleasant conversation because she saw him smile at her. She watched him pull his new wallet out of his purse and pay for the visit. Tina wondered if they'd think it odd that he paid in cash. Most people didn't, they paid by check.

Tina began to wonder, was there a way that she could establish an identity for him, for Candy White? What would it take? She'd need a driver's license and a Social Security number. That would be enough to get him a job. Tina didn't believe that there were very many electrical contractors that hired women electricians. Cindy White had no experience anyway. No, that wasn't the kind of job she envisioned Cindy doing. A waitress! A waitress in a bar. Wouldn't that be poetic justice! They don't ask a lot of questions about waitresses. Usually, all they care about is if the girl is pretty and whether she can add up a tab. Most of the time they don't even care if a girl can add if she's pretty enough.

"Everything go all right?" Tina asked when he came out and they left the office.

"Sort of. I think I fooled them pretty well but they said that the test results wouldn't be back till next week. Not until Monday." Bill was disappointed. He'd hoped that the doctor would review the results quickly and get him on some medication to get him back to normal.

"That seems like an awfully long time to get results back." That was fine with Tina, not that she was worried that the tests would show anything significant. She had absolute faith in Myria and her ‘magic' now. "We're just going to have to be patient and make the best of this for now."

"That's easy for you to say." Bill remarked, climbing into the pickup.

"I watched you through the window in the doctor's office. You seemed to handle yourself very nicely." Tina knew that compliments would help build his confidence.

"Why don't we stop at the market on the way home and pick up a few things we need?" She suggested. Tina was really enjoying driving Bill's truck. She hadn't felt so free in a long time.

"Do we have to do that now? Can't we just go home?" He'd done all right in the doctor's office, with the nurse who took his blood and the woman who collected him money, they'd actually been pretty easy to fool despite the fact that he felt so nervous. Now though, he did feel pretty drained.

"We just need a few things and it wouldn't hurt you to get a little more accustomed to being out among people." The more at ease he felt, the easier it was going to be for her to bring her plan to fruition.

It was late morning, on a weekday. The stores wouldn't be so busy. He was scared but he'd handled it all right at the doctor's.

Tina parked the truck in the lot. She pulled down the visor and checked herself in the mirror.

Bill thought he ought to do the same. He did.

"Put on fresh lipstick. It looks like you licked some of it off." Tina handed him the lipstick she brought for him.

"I can't do this." He said, taking it from her.

"Sure you can. Just pout your lips and trace them. Be careful to get it just on your lips. That's it."

Bill did just what she said.

"Now, purse your lips together, like this." She showed him and he did fine. "See how easy?"

The store was a lot busier than he thought it would be. It was mostly women but even so, he noticed a lot of them gave him and Tina looks. "Why do they stare like that?" Bill whispered as they walked down the cereal isle.

Tina grinned as she explained, "Some of them are just jealous. They wish they were in as good shape as we are."

Bill could kind of understand that. Very few of the women they saw had figures as shapely as either of theirs.

"Some are just frustrated housewives who wish they could be us, wish they could recapture their youth." Tina felt a little sorry for those women. She often felt like she was on the verge of becoming just like them. The person beside her was the one who'd begun to make her feel that way.

The thought actually made Bill fell a little better about himself. He like the idea that they could be jealous of him. Other guys used to envy him, because he was in such great physical shape and because the women loved him. They didn't often admit it, but he knew.

Bill paid particular attention to the younger women who were shopping. He watched how they walked, how they just stood there, deciding which brand of olives to buy. Guys stand with their feet spread apart, women tended to keep their feet together.

Bill watched an attractive young woman in the check out line and noticed how she placed her hands on her hips as she read the magazine covers. He stood with his feet together like hers, with his hands on his hips, like she held hers.

He compared himself to each of the women he saw in the store and he came to the conclusion that he was prettier than most of them. What a neat feeling it was.

They put the bags in the cab. "I want to get you a few things in the drug store while we're here." Tina told him.

"What?"

"I need to get you some makeup of your own. You need to wear a little different shade of eye shadow and I want to get a darker blush. Mine's just too pale for your skin tone."

"All right." Bill agreed reluctantly. If he had to do this, at least he ought to try to look as natural he could.

Tina had expected him to give her a problem about getting his own makeup. She was sort of surprised he went along so easily. "Great. Come on."

Since he was willing, she took a little more time than she'd planned to find just the right shades for him. They were in there for almost a half hour before they came out with a complete set of new cosmetics, just for him.

"Let's go home and get something to eat. I'll give Linda a call and we'll go get your hair done." They were on a roll and Tina was loving it.

Bill had forgotten about Linda, and ‘getting his hair done.'

They had to grab a quick bite because when Tina called Linda for an appointment, she only had one opening that afternoon and they had to come in right away.

"I think you'll like Linda. She has quite a sense of humor." Tina cautioned him. "She speaks her mind and she's doesn't much care what other people think."

"Good God girl!" Linda said with surprise when Tina walked in with her friend. "It's a good thing you got here in time."

Bill turned and looked at Tina, he didn't understand.

"If they fashion police caught you, you'd be locked up for life." She said smiling at the girl.

Bill wasn't sure how to respond but he knew he had to say something. "I know. It's pretty bad, isn't it."

"Candy, this is Linda. She's a little crazy but nobody does hair better." Tina had been going to Linda for about two years. She was never displeased with the way she took care of her and she didn't charge nearly the money that the fancier salons charged.

Bill didn't know whether to shake hand with the girl or what. Since she didn't offer, he just said, "It's really nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too Cindy." Pretty girl, bad hair, she thought to herself. "So, what are we doing for you today?"

Bill had no clue what to tell her. "I was hoping you'd make a suggestion."

Tina had to jump in at this point. "Candy hasn't had a cut in a while."

"No kidding. I'd say about a year." Linda remarked in her usual sarcastic way.

"Do you think you can give it some shape and maybe do something with the front.?" Tina didn't want to just come out and say ‘give Candy bangs'. Let him think it was Linda's idea.

Bill just went along as best he could. "I just can't do anything with it." He told her, embarrassed.

"I can see that." Linda remarked, grinning again. "We'll, let's get you started. Come on in back and let's give it a wash."

All he could do was follow the girl to the back of the small shop where she washed and conditioned his hair. Back in her chair, Linda went to work with her scissors.

"I can't believe how similar your hair is to Tina's." Linda commented. "It's so thick and full. It's really luxurious. You know I hate you." Her head of blond head was so thin and limp.

"Thanks." It was all he could think of to say.

Bill couldn't envision how his hair was going to look as she clipped away at it. He did get worried when she started cutting long clumps off the front on top. It dawned on him that she was giving him bangs. This he hadn't expected but he was in her hands and it was too late to try and stop her. Bill wished that he'd told her not to. He thought he'd look ridiculous with bangs. He soon discovered he was wrong.

Tina stood back and just watched. She'd made the assumption that Linda would cut his hair similar to the way she cut hers, since they both had the same length and texture hair. She found out soon she'd made the right assumption.

"Now that's a lot better." Linda said satisfied as she stepped back, looking at Candy's reflection in her mirror.

Bill turned his head this way and that trying to see the sides better. His wavy hair was still quite long, draping several inches over his shoulders. Linda parted it on the side and lifted the crown. What he was surprised at was how different he looked with bangs. He was so sure he'd hate them but they actually made him look better. Prettier was a word he wasn't comfortable using when he thought about how he looked. Bill always liked girls with long wavy hair and when he thought about it, most of the best looking ones had bangs.

He still was extremely upset about having to pretend to be something he wasn't, but he had to admit it was better to be attractive than look like a dog. "I like it." He told Linda with a smile that he thought would satisfy her.

Tina was just thrilled. He looked even better than she hoped for. Her Billy was really going to turn some heads.

She turned to Linda, "You really are amazing you know. Candy looks fantastic."

"I am rather amazing, aren't I?" Linda said with a raised eyebrow.

Bill never paid forty dollars for a hair cut in his life but he shelled it out today. Outside, he asked Tina, "Do I really look all right? I feel awfully foolish."

"You don't look foolish at all. You look great, really." The guys were going to think so too, she thought to herself.

There was just one more thing she wanted to do with him and his make over would be complete. It was going to have to wait till the morning though. "Are you ready to go home?"

He was more than ready.

Tina couldn't have timed it better if she planned it. Neither of them could see the mini van parked on the far side of Bill's work van when they pulled into the parking lot. By the time they did spot it, it was too late. Bill's supervisor, Gary, was walking toward the van as they pulled in and he saw them.

"Oh Shit!" Bill said under his breath. He couldn't face Gary.

"Just relax. Remember, you're Candy, not Bill. There's no way he'll know unless you tell him and he won't believe you if you do. Just let me talk and you just smile and try and act normal."

Act normal!? He was too nervous to act normal.

Gary had only just gotten there. Seeing Bill's truck gone, he had to assume he wasn't there. If he was supposed to be so sick he should have been home in bed. Bill was such and arrogant, independent bastard and he annoyed the shit out of Gary. When he turned at the sound of someone pulling into the lot and saw Bill's pickup pull in, he was ready to give him hell for not showing up for three days. He'd really left him in a bind.

Tina pulled the pick up in beside the small van.

Gary was angry when he realized that it wasn't Bill driving the pickup, but his girlfriend, Tina.

He was a little surprised because Bill had said more than once that nobody drives his truck but him. They all knew that included Tina too.

Tina had a big smile for Gary. She knew him from the pub, although he didn't come in nearly as often as his guys did. "Hi Gary."

God Tina was cute, Gary thought to himself. "Hi Tina." If he wasn't married, Tina was the kind of girl he'd be after. He noticed the other girl too. He didn't know her. Pretty though, as cute as Tina. Girls like them seemed to run together, he'd noticed.

"You looking for Bill?" Tina asked, coming around the front of the truck to Gary.

Bill wasn't in as much of a rush to get out of the truck as Tina was. He didn't hurry to join her on the sidewalk outside the apartment.

"Yea, he isn't here?" Gary's attention was drawn to the other girl approaching them now. She was even better looking up close.

"No. We just dropped him off at the doctor's. He's really feeling like shit. You know how he is about going to the doctor. He had to be pretty sick to go see one." Tina said, covering for Bill. It was the only plausible excuse she could use for his not being there.

Bill stopped beside Tina. Gary was staring at him and he felt really uncomfortable.

Tina saw the way Gary looked at him. It was great. "I'm sorry. Gary, this is Candy. She's staying with us for a couple of days." She turned to Bill then, "Gary is Bill's boss. He makes sure we can pay the rent every month."

"It's really nice to meet you." Gary said, extending his hand to the girl.

Bill was trying really hard not to show how scared he was. "It's nice to meet you too." He took Gary's hand and shook it limply, the way girls do. He even managed a smile.

Gary turned back to Tina and said on a serious note, "Look Tina. You tell Bill that I really need him back to work. If he's not going to make it tomorrow, tell him to call me because I'm going to have to put someone else in that van."

"I promise, I'll tell him." Tina assured Gary.

"It was really nice to meet you Candy." He had a thought. Turning back to Tina, he suggested, "You ought to bring Candy down to the pub Friday night."

"Are you going to be there?" Tina asked suggestively. She knew Gary was married. She'd met his wife once. She was really nice. "You'll be bringing Nancy won't you?" Tina asked, kidding him.

"Of course." Gary said smiling at both girls as he climbed into his van. He never brought Nancy to that place. She didn't like being anywhere near the guys her husband worked with.

They both smiled at him as he backed out and drove off.

"You were great. See, I told you there was nothing to worry about." Tina said reassuring him.

"I was shaking. I was scared shitless."

"I couldn't tell and Gary certainly couldn't. You fooled him completely."

Now that he was gone, Bill thought to himself that maybe he did come across pretty well. It was sort of neat to think he could stand there, face to face with Gary and him have no clue who he really was.

Tina was glad she had the day off. She'd never have had time for everything they did that day if she didn't. It was nice to just spend a quiet night at home for a change. Something else that was nice for a change. That was the second night in a row that Bill didn't drink. They had dinner, watched TV and they talked. It was really nice.

"I was thinking. Maybe it would be fun if you went down to the pub with me Friday." She had an idea.

"With all those guys around. I don't think so." He wasn't all that confident in himself.

"Yeah, your right. They'd just hit on you the way they hit on me when you're not around."

That got Bill's attention. "Who's been hitting on you?"

"It's all right Hon." Tina slid over on the couch closer to him. "I can handle them."

"No, I want to know who hits on you." He really did. When he got back to being himself, he wanted to know who he had to keep an eye on.

She hooked him. "It's usually just Kevin, Tony and Ray. Sometimes Randy, but they don't mean anything by it. They're just fooling around."

"I don't trust those guys." Bill was upset.

This was the Bill she knew. This was the kind of thing that reminded her why she did this to him. He was so jealous and so possessive of her. "If you go with me Friday, you can see for yourself what they're like. You'll see that there's nothing going on." Maybe you'll get a little taste of what it's like, putting up with those guys. Guys just like him, she thought to herself.

He couldn't imagine himself walking into the familiar place as Candy but he really did want to see what goes on when he's not around. "I'll think about it." He really wasn't sure he could.

"I think you'd have fun." Tina hadn't thought about using jealousy to get him to go but it certainly seemed to be working out. She had two days to convince him.

Tina had gotten a paper at the grocery store and as they sat there in front of the TV she searched for a place to get fake nails for her ‘girl'. When he underwent the transformation, it was too bad there hadn't been some way Myria could have done something with his nails. Being an electrician and a bit of a redneck, having nice manicured nails wasn't a priority for Bill.

Everything else about him looked natural but his awful nails. Tina had seen ads offering a full set of acrylic nails for twenty dollars. It was one of those ads she was looking for now. She was even willing to dig into her meager stash to pay for them. She finally found what she was looking for in the food section.

"I'll be right back." Bill told her when he got up and went into the bathroom. He stopped before he got to the john and studied his reflection in the mirror. Earlier, he couldn't help but notice the way Gary had looked at him. He didn't let on to Tina that he noticed because it was embarrassing. Now, standing in front of the mirror, he decided he really was pretty. He wasn't used to the bangs on his forehead yet. They sort of tickled him from time to time. The way Linda had styled his hair really did do something for him. He was just the kind of girl he'd be attracted to if he were himself again. A strange situation, he had to admit.

Bill went to the bathroom then went back to his spot next to Tina on the couch. Curiosity brought him back to the bathroom a few more times during the course of the evening.

Tina didn't ask why he went so much. She had a pretty good idea but she kept her thoughts to herself.

At about eight o'clock she got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. She could still see him there on the couch, through the doorway, and he could see her. She wanted to plant a seed. She'd gotten out everything to do her nails and started to strip off the old polish. She intentionally left the polish remover lid off, knowing the strong smell would reach him out in the living room.

Bill hadn't asked her where she was going. He was busy watching TV. When that distinctive smell reached his nose he knew instantly what she was doing. That smell always used to annoy him and he told her not to do that when he was home. Tonight, his curiosity got the better of him. He looked down at his short ugly fingernails and wondered? He knew women wore those fake nails. He sort of wondered what his slender fingers would look like with nails like Tina's. It would make him look more convincing. That he was sure of. Bill left his show and wandered out into the kitchen.

"What are you up to?" He asked as he walked toward her.

"My nails are a mess. I just thought I'd try and do something with them." Tina explained looking up from the table.

He held his hands behind his back, embarrassed at how bad his nails looked. "I always thought you had nice looking nails. What do you mean a mess?"

She held up her hands to show him. "These three are broken. This one's split and the polish is chipping off. They look horrible."

"Why don't you get those fake nails? Aren't they easier to take care of?" He asked.

He surprised her. He was actually interested. Was it for her that he was asking or for himself, she wondered? She was amazed at how easy it was to get him thinking. She had been pretty successful so far, getting him to go along with the things she did to him. Getting him to sit still for getting his hair done had been a major accomplishment and she was rather proud of herself.

"I should, I suppose. It's not that expensive and they look really nice."

"How much does it cost?"

"Oh, you can get a full set for about twenty bucks. They're not the best but they last a week or two." They lasted longer than that but she didn't want him to know.

"That's not so bad. You should do it." He said casually, turning around and heading back to the living room. Twenty bucks wasn't so much, he thought to himself as he settled back into his chair. He held up his hands again, looking at his ugly nails.

Bill had been surfing through channels when he came across a movie he liked. It was Basic Instinct. He'd seen it a couple of times but not lately. He set down the remote.

His favorite scene in the movie was the first time Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas were screwing and she tied him up to the bedpost with the white scarf. It was one of the hottest fucking scenes he could recall, aside from the ones in the triple X movies he rented from time to time. Nothing beat those.

Sharon Stone was so hot. Bill would have given anything to have ten minutes with her in bed.

But that was before, before he became the same sex as her, he thought to himself sadly.

Finally, they got to that part of the movie. It was as Stone was sitting on Douglas, sliding up and down on his dick while he fondled her chest that he thought if he still had a dick he'd have a hard on at that moment. Even without it, it still sort of turned him on, mentally of course. For just an instant, he wondered how it would feel to have someone suck on his tits the way Douglas was doing to her. The crazy thought went out of his head as quickly as it entered.

They turned off the TV about midnight and went in to get ready for bed.

Tina didn't make a big deal of it as he laid out the same white nightie he'd worn the night before. She laid her red one on the bed beside it. "Come with me and I'll show you how to get your makeup off." She told Bill. It sounded so funny to say.

Bill just followed her into the bathroom. Tina showed him what to do and he did it himself.

Back in the bedroom, they undressed. She watched him just pick up the nightie off the bed and slip into it without a word. It was getting almost too easy, she thought to herself smiling.

Tina always tied her hair back before going to bed. She took out an extra ribbon for his hair.

"Here hon. Let's do something with your hair so it's not in your face all night."

He looked at the ribbon in her hair, tied in a bow on top. She was holding one just like it, waiting for him to come over in front of her. Again, he thought to himself, who'll know? He did hate his hair getting in his eyes and in his mouth. He went over to her and turned around. A moment later, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Who'd have ever imagined this day would ever come, he asked him self, looking at the ribbon with it's pretty bow tied in his hair, standing there in a nightie and women's panties?

It felt a little exciting to slide under the cool sheet in the silky smooth nightie. It excited him even more to rub against Tina in hers. They'd been lying there in the dark for a little while he got up the nerve to ask Tina, "What's it feel like to have me play with your tits."

"What!?" Tina asked, surprised by the question.

Bill was instantly sorry he'd asked. He was embarrassed. "Nothing, forget it."

She heard him the first time, she just couldn't believe the question. Tina lay there in the dark beside him with her back pressed up against him. That's the way he liked to go to sleep. It felt so strange to have his breasts against her back. It was just like sleeping with another woman and that bothered her. Intimacy with him, the way he looked, was not part of her fantasy. The idea of sucking on his nipples, playing with his breasts, gave her the willies. It'd be as if they were a pair of lesbians and Tina had absolutely no interest in that perversion.

She did have to consider that it might do a lot to loosen him up. It would certainly help to cement his trust in her. Could she bring herself to actually do it though?

Tina didn't sleep well that night. She tossed and turned, dreaming. Finally, around three in the morning, she settled down to a peaceful sleep.

"I'm sorry Gary. He's still in pretty bad shape. The doctor even had to give him something to help him sleep. I tried to wake him a few minutes ago but he's just zonked out."

Bill sat there beside her on the edge of the bed listening. Tina sounded pretty convincing. Bill was beginning to worry about his job. He knew they could afford for him to miss a day or two but, as busy as they were, he knew it really hurt them.

"I understand. I'll tell him when he wakes up." Tina set the phone down in the cradle.

"What'd he say?"

"He said he was sending Kevin and Jeff over to get your truck. He's going to put Jeff in it for now."

"Jeff! That kid doesn't know anything. He's just a glorified helper." It really bothered him that they were taking his truck.

"Don't worry Hon," Tina put her arm around his waist and squeezed. "You'll be back in it in no time." No time was right. Never would be more accurate.

Tina showered first again and got dressed while he showered.

"Doesn't it bother you to have it ride up in your crack?" Bill asked, squirming in the thong panties. He knew they were all that was left to wear in her drawer.

"You get used to. Really!" He looked so sweet and sexy in the rose colored lace thong.

"Here, let's see if this fits." She knew her matching lace demi bra would fit him perfectly.

Bill stood there while she hooked it. "This one's different. It doesn't cover much." He remarked, looking down at the soft round flesh of his breasts.

"It's not supposed to silly. It supports just like any other bra but it's but it's supposed to make you feel pretty."

It made him feel uncomfortable because it was so pretty.

"Let's try something different today." Tina said, looking through the closet. She found the romper she was looking for. "Here, try this on."

"That's a dress!" He said with surprise as he stepped back.

"It's a romper, not a dress. It's just like wearing shorts except the top's attached." Tina explained. She had on a pair of her short shorts. "Would you rather just shorts and a top?"

Bill looked at the way Tina's shorts fit, with her cheeks almost peaking out the bottom. "No!

No thanks."

"Just try this on and see how it feels." Tina loved the easy fit of the romper. He couldn't complain about it being too tight or too revealing. After this, it was just one simple step to a dress. She couldn't wait.

Just shorts, he mused as he picked up the romper. It was pale blue with a white floral print. It was intimidating. Men don't wear flowered prints. Of course, he wasn't a man anymore. He stepped into it and pulled it up. Tina zipped it for him.

"There. It looks very nice on you." Tina said, stepping back for a better look.

"I feel silly." The romper had a scoop front collar with three little decorative buttons in the front. The sleeveless outfit really was comfortable, he had to admit.

Tina gave him a look of exasperation. "I know you do. Who wouldn't under the circumstances but make the best of it. It won't be long before you're back to normal and think about all the insight you'll have gained?

He didn't understand what she meant but he didn't want to sound stupid asking. "I suppose you're right."

Where the hell did that come from, Tina wondered? It made no sense under the circumstances but it shut him up. She wanted to laugh but couldn't dare.

"Here, try these on." She put her white flats at his feet. All he'd worn so far were sneakers. If she hoped to get him into heels, she had to start somewhere.

Bill slid his feet into the tiny shoes. He was beginning to feel like he was having an affair with mirrors. The shoes looked so funny on his feet but they were really comfortable. If he could wear the romper, he could certainly wear the shoes.

He had to voice one concern. "Are my legs all right?"

"Are your legs all right?"

"I mean, do they look all right?"

He had better looking legs than she did. "You've got great legs. Stop worrying." Tina was a little surprised that he showed no evidence of new hair growth since he lost all the course hair he used to have. She should be so lucky.

"You look perfect!" Tina said with a smile. "Let's get our hair and makeup done."

"Where are we going?" They were obviously getting dressed up to go somewhere.

"I thought about what you said about my nails last night. I decided to get them done. There's an ad in the paper for the place on Sunset Boulevard, down the street from work. If we get there early, they should be able to take care of me before I have to go to work." She made no mention of him getting his done. If she was right, he'd bring it up.

Bill didn't even suggest to her that he should stay home. While he was still scared about going out in public, he was more than a little curious. She pulled up in front of the salon and parked. Tina had all but given up when Bill said, "Before we go in there, there's something I was wondering?" It took him until they got there to get up the nerve to suggest, "Do you think I'd look more convincing if I got my nails done too?"

"They do look pretty bad. It probably would be a good idea." Tina replied. She had a hard time not showing her delight at his suggestion.

Bill thought she'd be right there beside him while he had his nails done but there were two stations open when they went in so they both got them done at the same time.

Janet hadn't seen nails in such bad shape in a long time. "You really are tough on your hands.

What do you do?"

"They're really bad, I know." He thought quickly. "I was working in a nursery." It was all he could think of. He couldn't very well tell her he was an electrician. "I quit there last week. I'm not sure what I'm going to do now."

Bill didn't have too much trouble making small talk with the woman. Janet was very personable. He made things up as he went along. It got to be almost a game with him.

He watched his short ugly nails become long and attractive. Janet had asked him how long he wanted them and how he wanted them shaped. He didn't know what to tell her other than he was embarrassed about having ugly nails and wanted them to look more attractive, more convincing for a girl's. "I'll leave it up to you."

It was a little unusual for a customer to tell her that. "If you're going to be going on job interviews, you'll need to make a good impression. You don't want them too short but really long nails can be a problem if your looking for a secretarial type job. Leave it to me." Janet told Candy.

Yeah, he could imagine himself working as a secretary. What a joke!

Bill had no idea what women went through just to have attractive nails. There was so much more to it than he ever realized.

Janet attached the forms to his finger tips and spread the mixture across the whole surface of each nail, spreading it out over the forms. They didn't take long to set up. The girl painstakingly shaped each nail, rounding the ends. He watched Janet patiently apply the leveler, a sealer, two coats of the red polish he picked out and then another coat of sealer. He had to compliment Janet when she finally finished. "They're beautiful. I love them." He told her with a degree of enthusiasm that seemed appropriate. They did look really nice.

"Just start taking care of them from now on, the way we talked about, and those will last you for a while. You'll need to come back in a couple of weeks for me to touch them up but I think you'll be pleased with how they hold up." Janet advised her.

Bill took his wallet out and paid Janet. He was instantly aware of the difference the longer nails maid as he removed the bills from his wallet. "I can't thank you enough." Tina was waiting and he couldn't wait to see what she thought.

Holding his hand in hers Tina was a little surprised that Bill let the girl give him nails as long as she did. "They look beautiful." They did.

Bill was feeling pretty brave and self confident as they walked out into the late morning sun.

"Where can we go now?"

Tina was actually disappointed. "Candy, I have to go home and change for work." She wished she didn't. She would have loved to take him somewhere in public, anywhere. It would even have been fun to take him shopping, even though they didn't have the money to buy anything.

Bill was a little let down. He was feeling pretty good about himself and now he'd have to go home and just sit around the apartment. He had a thought, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

 

Chapter 6

Tina had no more than walked out the door before he was opening up the bedroom closet. Alone, he could be as adventuresome as he wanted. Alone, he didn't have to feel self conscious about what he wore. One by one, he tried on nearly everything hanging on Tina's half the closet.

Bill was soon rooting around in Tina's dresser for a pair of stockings. He found her panty hose in the bottom right drawer.

The things he liked best were the snug fitting outfits. Tina had a black spandex dress that looked so sexy on him, especially with the way his tits showed over the top of the low cut neckline. He even tried on a pair of black three inch heals and walked around in them for an hour getting used to them. He played pretend, trying to look and act as feminine and sexy as he could.

He spent a few minutes in each of her dresses, finding what he believed were just the right accessories for each. That included going into her jewelry box and finding necklaces and bracelets that looked nice with each outfit. He looked at Tina's collection of earrings. He couldn't help but wonder if he wouldn't look prettier wearing a pair but unfortunately, he didn't have pierced ears to wear them in. It was like being not quite dressed he concluded, admiring himself in the mirror.

Bill found a couple of rings in one of the drawers. They seemed to fit him pretty well. He'd been quite fascinated by the way his hands looked since he'd gotten his nails done. With the rings on, they looked really nice. It amazed him how slender and pretty his hands could look.

The long nails did have their drawbacks though. Bill found it was a pain in the ass trying to do the simplest of things, like pulling up a zipper or buttoning a button. It took him a little while to get used to them.

With each new dress, he tried on a different pair of heels. It took a while to get used to walking in them but he got to the point where he didn't mind wearing them. It was sort of fun.

The little shorts that so intimidated him fit him like a second skin. Like Tina, his cheeks peeked out from underneath them too. He found one of her little cut off tee shirts to wear with them. It excited him to know he could look so sexy.

Bill tried on every one of her nighties. Tina's teddies were really sexy looking on him and they were intriguing to wear too. He found a white floral lace catsuit buried in the bottom drawer that intimidated him a little. It had a left nothing to the imagination. His favorite was the pretty satin chemise with the lace trimmed bodice.

He spent all afternoon in the bedroom. Knowing that Tina wouldn't be home till late that night, let him experiment to his heart's content.

Around five, wearing Tina's little white romper with the black polka dots, he decided to make himself some dinner. The romper was really cute with its pretty lace edging and lace up bustline. It had an elastic waist but he wore the wide black belt that hung on the hanger with it in the closet. It was shorter than the one he'd worn to get his nails done, about four inches shorter. The romper was a sexy little thing.

Bill was beginning to think about things like how important it was to stay trim. He normally ate healthily anyway, because he cared about how he looked. Now, as a girl, he knew it was even more important than ever to watch what he ate. He was sure that when he returned to normal, what he did now would have an effect on him. He didn't have the same appetite he used to and was quite content to make himself a salad for dinner. He was just sitting down to eat when the doorbell rang.

He wondered, was Tina back from work on a break? Who else would be coming to the apartment? Bill considered that it could be someone else. It could be Gary coming back to check on him. If it was Gary, he'd have to cover for himself or run the risk of getting in more trouble than he already was with the guy. He had to open the door to see who it was. Bill was shocked to see two of his buddies standing there. It was Kevin and Ray.

"Hi. Is Bill here?" Kevin said, staring like an idiot at the hot looking piece of ass that opened the door. "We're friends of his. Who are you?"

Bill almost stuttered. "I'm Candy. Bill's here but he's sleeping. I'm kind of keeping an eye on him while Tina's at work."

"Hi Candy. I'm Ray. Do you suppose we can come in and see Bill?" He didn't give a shit about seeing his friend after seeing his ‘babysitter.' She could babysit him any time.

"We thought we'd just come by and see how he's doing." Kevin said as he stepped inside past the girl. He could see down the front of her blouse. Nice tits, he thought to himself.

Ray followed Kevin inside.

Bill didn't know how to stop them. He felt a little intimidated. He used to look down at both of them. He used to be taller. Now he found himself looking up. "Bill's sleeping right now and I don't think we should wake him up."

Ray undressed her with his eyes. This was one he'd really like to fuck. "So Candy, how'd you come to be Bill's babysitter?" What he really wanted to know was what the situation here was. Was Candy Bill's or was she available?

Bill nervously inched toward the hall. He'd have to block their way if they tried to go down the hallway to the bedroom. He thought quickly, "I'm just visiting for a few days."

Kevin was curious whether there was some kind of threesome going on there with Bill, Tina and Candy. He'd like to get a little of that. That son of a bitch always got the hot ones. "So how long have you known Bill?"

"We grew up together." Bill knew they had no idea who he really was. It was kind of neat to realize that he had this edge on them. It did bother him a little, to see how they looked at him. He decided he could have a little fun.

How would Tina act under the circumstances, he asked himself? "We were really close friends growing up. Billy and I dated in high School." Making them envious of him, of Bill, might be fun.

"So what happened to the two of you?" Kevin asked.

He wasn't sure he could pull it off but he would try. What might look seductive, he asked himself? Bill walked across to the sofa and sat on the arm. He crossed his legs like he saw the women do in the doctor's waiting room. It surprised him how easy it was to do. He put both arms back on the arm to support himself, which made his tits stick out all the more. "My family moved in the middle of my senior year but Billy and I have kept in touch." Bill wasn't one to think too fast on his feet. This was the best he could come up with.

Kevin was hardly paying any attention to what she was saying. He was staring at her legs.

God! She had great legs. He'd love to spread them for her.

"So you and Bill are just friends?" Ray asked.

"Good friends." Who could know him better, Bill thought to himself? He was starting to feel a little more confident as he talked with them. It wasn't so hard, pretending to be Candy. It was fun to see how they looked at him, knowing just what they were thinking. Later, when he was back to normal, he was going to have some fun with these two. He'd have something on them he could use. Bill knew their girlfriends, Gina and Joyce, really well.

That was good news. She was available. Kevin knew that Ray was thinking the same thing. "You must be awfully bored, sitting around here by yourself with Billy in there sleeping all the time. Why don't I hang around and keep you company?"

Damn it! Ray was going to suggest the same thing. "Don't you think you ought to call Gina as see if she minds?" He asked Kevin sarcastically.

"I could," Kevin snapped back. "But I think she's out shopping with your girlfriend tonight."

Bill sat there listening to the two of them go back and forth, putting each other down. It was comical to listen to. How many times had he done the same thing? Again, he thought about what Tina would do, under the circumstances. He had no intention of letting either one of them hang around. He had to say this the right way. "It's very sweet of you boys to offer to keep me company," Bill said sweetly as he stood up. "but I'm really kind of tired. I'm just going to have my dinner, take a long hot soak in the tub and go to bed early." Bill thought the vision of Candy, soaking in a tub would do something for him. It would have for him.

"You're sure you don't need any help?" Ray offered suggestively.

"I could wash your back for you?" Kevin chimed in with a smile.

He had them going and it was so easy to do. Just wait, he told himself. He'd have some fun with them when the girls were around. Bill went over to the front door and opened it for them.

"Another time." He said, smiling at the pair.

"I'll take you up on that." Ray replied, as he walked over and stood by the door beside her.

"Why don't you come down to the pub with Tina sometime?"

Kevin went over and nudged Ray out the door. Turning to Candy, he said, "You really should come over if Bill's well enough tomorrow night. It'll be fun." All Kevin had to do was to make sure Gina had something else to do.

With a come-on smile like he'd seen so often before, Bill answered with, "I might just do that."

After waving goodbye to the two of them he shut the door, feeling relieved that they were gone. It was fun toying with them though. He could almost picture himself sitting at the bar doing the same thing, like some of the girls that hung out there did. It wasn't so unnerving that he couldn't do that for a few hours.

It occurred to Bill that it might be fun to challenge them to a game of pool. He'd changed in a lot of ways but he was still a better pool player than either of them. He'd really enjoy beating them on the table. They'd never live it down, having Candy, a girl, beat them.

Let them come on to him, he told himself. He could handle them and later he'd tell Gina and Joyce all about it. Kevin and Ray wouldn't have a clue how they found out and they'd be in a world of shit. They'd done shit like that to him before, when he tired to pick a girl. It'd serve them right.

He had to make a call. He had to give Tina a heads up before the guys got to the pub. He told her what happened, that the guys came by, wanting to check on Bill and that they flirted with him. He didn't mention what he was wearing at the time or that he encouraged it. "Just make sure you stick with the same story if they ask." He told her about them inviting him out and how he skillfully put them off. He didn't tell her how he was thinking about actually going or that he'd toy with them and use it against them with their girlfriends. Tina would have a problem with that.

Tina was a little surprised. Bill didn't sound nearly as frightened or embarrassed as she thought he'd be. She was curious, "You must have been really scared."

"It wasn't so bad."

She wished she could have been there to see it. "I'm just glad you're all right. I'll try not to be too late. I'll be home around two." She hadn't been sure how she was going to convince him to go out with her. Maybe it wasn't going to be as difficult as she thought?

"I'm fine." He assured her.

Bill had been going to change, as soon as they left, into jeans. Instead he sat and ate his salad then went into the bedroom and looked through the closet for something that would turn the guys on without embarrassing him to death. Tina had lots of sexy things he could wear but there was only a few he could imagine himself going out in. He tried on a couple, for the second time that day. He went the whole route, including the panty hose, heels and jewelry. Again, he considered wether getting his ears pierced might be worth it. It wasn't as if guys didn't do it too.

Bill had hours before Tina would be home. Bill came out of the bedroom in Tina's short black skirt and her tight purple cotton ribbed blouse. The skirt was short, but not any shorter than the romper he wore out that day. Of course, wearing a skirt is a little different. The blouse was just tight enough to really show off his chest nicely. He knew it'd drive the guys nuts.

Bill practiced all evening. He walked, sat and did everything, just the way he'd seen women do so often. He pictured himself sitting up at the bar on a stool with his legs crossed just so, sipping a beer. No, a glass of wine. He had a glass once in a while he could handle that and it was more ladylike to drink wine.

It occurred to Bill that he hadn't had a drink in two days. That wasn't like him. He poured himself a whisky. It almost made him gag. It tasted terrible. He popped a beer and that didn't taste any better. Whatever had happened to him had definitely affected his taste. There was no wine in the house but he was sure he'd find something to drink at the pub. Maybe he'd order one of those ‘girlie' drinks. He could picture Candy sipping on a daiquiri or something like that. Why not?

At about midnight, Bill figured he'd better change. Instead of putting the jeans back on to wait for Tina. He decided to get ready for bed. What he really wanted to do was walk around in Tina's sexy chemise with the lacy bodice. He found a pair of pink panties that seemed to match. Wearing the ‘t' backs didn't seem to bother him anymore. He'd gone all day with a pair on and was hardly aware of them anymore. It was funny but even the bra was becoming less intimidating.

He removed his makeup the way Tina showed him. He was very careful not to get anything on the nightie. He remembered where he saw Tina get the ribbons they wore in their hair to sleep. He did his best to tie it up the way Tina had but the bow wasn't easy to tie the same way. It looked ok though. With his feet in her fuzzy slippers and her robe on, he went in to watch some television.

He hadn't turned it on all night. He'd been too busy. Now he surfed the channels the way he always did, until he found something that intrigued him.

Tina had to quickly figure how to play it when Kevin and Ray told her about meeting Candy. Considering the supposed situation, an old girlfriend visiting her boyfriend, jealousy would have seemed appropriate but that could mess things up. If she did get Bill, or rather Candy, to come down to the pub, she wanted them to come across as friends. No, jealousy was not the answer.

Instead, Tina pretended that they'd met before and they were past any petty jealousy. She told the guys, when they asked how she felt about Candy being alone at home with Bill, that she trusted the two of them completely, that she and Candy were good friends.

Kevin and Ray knew better. Tina was a nice girl but if she believed that Bill wasn't fooling around on her, she was naive. They wondered now if Bill had really been sleeping when they went by. If he was only half as sick as Tina believed, he was home screwing Candy at that moment. The funny thing was, they agreed later, was that they could fuck around with Candy, right in front of Bill, and he wouldn't be able to say a damned thing.

She was a little surprised to find him in bed, under the covers, and asleep when she got home. She was even more surprised to see that he'd found her ribbons and tied up his hair. Sweet, she thought to herself.

Tina tiptoed around in the bedroom, so as not to wake him up. Tina was throwing some things in the hamper when it occurred to her to look at the pink underwear he'd worn yesterday. There, in the crotch, was the same yellow stains that had been in the pair he'd worn the other day. He came in his, in her, underwear again. Was he doing it consciously, playing with himself? No, Tina couldn't believe that. He might have had some wet dreams. That was much more likely. It did strike her as funny, either way.

As she stood there beside the bed, ready to climb in beside him, she thought again about the question he'd asked as they were going to sleep last night. Looking at him lying there, looking so sweet and pretty, she got goose bumps as she imagined what it would be like to caress and touch him the way he seemed to want her to. It would be exactly like making love to another woman.

As much as the thought disgusted her, she had to wonder if doing it wouldn't encourage him to experiment more. It might make him more confident, more willing to play the role of a woman if he enjoyed it. She slid under the covers.

She could do this, she told herself. Tina slid over beside him and felt the material of the nightie he wore. Tina grinned there in the dark. He had to enjoy wearing it. She snuggled up to his back and draped an arm over his waist. Her head and her hand struggled against each other but her hand finally won out. She slowly slid it up across the silk material to his breasts.

Her hand froze there. Tina instantly realized he was wearing her pink nightie, not the plain white one. What had he been doing while she was at work? He'd obviously been experimenting. That was great, sort of. She wasn't thrilled to think he'd tried on other pieces of her lingerie. No girl would be excited about that but, under the circumstances, this was a good thing.

Very gently at first, her hand cupped his breast through the nightie, stroking it, then squeezing it gently. She wanted to stimulate him, but to wake him up gently. Her finger found his nipple and stroked it until it got hard. His breathing, which had been slow and even, was speeding up.

Bill didn't realize at first what was happening. He knew whatever it was felt good. As he became more aware, he felt the hand rubbing his chest and Tina's warm body pressed against his. She was caressing his tit and it felt so strange, good, but strange. He laid there without moving or saying a word. He just wanted to enjoy the sensations he was feeling, afraid that if he spoke she might stop.

Because of his fast breathing, Tina knew he had to be awake by now. She increased the pressure slightly with which she squeezed, kneading his breast. Her finger rubbed a little harder on the top of his nipple. She just barely heard the first low moan pass his lips.

He was hardly aware he was doing it as the ‘Ohhh's and Ahhh's' became louder. He was lost in the wonderful sensations. Bill rolled onto his back.

She felt him start to move and knew which way he would roll. She'd have done the same thing. Now she could use both hands. Tina sat up and straddled his legs. He was very much awake now but she was glad he didn't say anything. She caressed his breasts through the lacy material of the pretty bodice.

He'd never felt anything like it. Waves of excitement washed through him. Warm gentle waves that reached from is chest to his scrunched up toes. He didn't want the feeling to stop.

She wasn't enjoying this at all. She enjoyed even less reaching under the nightie at the hem and sliding her hand underneath. Tina shivered a little. Bill was cooperating. She couldn't reach his chest without lifting the nightie higher on him.

He wanted her bare hands on his tits. He lifted his ass and let her slide up the nightie.

She felt so uncomfortable, sensuously sliding her hands up his bare skin. It was another girl she was caressing, in every way this was a girl, even if she had the mind of a man. She took the soft round mound of skin in her hands and started kneading them again. Tina wet a finger in her mouth and rubbed the pink hard nipples all over.

The only words that escaped his lips were a very excited but quiet, "Oh God!" Bill couldn't help it.

He was enjoying it, that was obvious. He was very caught up in the new feelings he was experiencing. Bill squirmed with pleasure beneath her. He moaned with each pass of her finger on his nipples.

It was so wonderful, he thought as he lay there with his eyes closed tight and his back arched to rise to Tina's touch.

Tina knew well what he was feeling, how intense those feelings were. If it were her lying there, she knew what she'd want at the stage of arousal he was experiencing. She didn't do it willingly but she leaned over and put her mouth on a nipple and started rubbing it with her tongue while rubbing the other breast with her hand.

"Ahhhh!" Oh God, he didn't know it could get better.

Her breasts brushed against his waist, rubbing against his smooth soft skin. What she was doing made her almost sick to her stomach. Tina didn't know how much longer she could continue. She alternated breasts, rubbing his nipple harder and harder with her tongue and fingers.

He thought he'd go insane with pleasure. The waves that had started out so soft and gentle now were driving him insane with feeling. It was so . . . so wonderful!

That was enough. Tina couldn't do it any more. She sat up and slid off him.

"Oh! Don't stop!" Bill said, opening his eyes for the first time. "Don't stop!" he pleaded.

Tina realized she hadn't kissed Bill once since his transformation. She leaned over and kissed the cheek of the pretty girl beside her. "I have to Hon."

"That felt so fantastic." He said lying there looking at the ceiling, trying to calm himself.

She had a thought as she laid down beside him. "You don't have to stop. You can masturbate." She certainly wasn't going to do it for him. Tina drew the line there. She would never do what she'd just done again.

Women can masturbate? Bill had no idea. How? "What do I do?"

She wasn't surprised. Not once in all the time they'd been together, did he ever even try to give her an orgasm that way. She could easily believe he had no idea what it took to completely satisfy a woman, he never even actually tried with her. "Rub your clit with your finger, up and down, slowly."

His ‘clit'? What did she mean, his ‘clit'? "Where?"

God! He was a caveman. He was a completely naive, self centered moron. "The skin around where you pee." She tried not to sound impatient with him but she was really annoyed at the moment.

The only time Bill put his hand down there was to wipe himself after he took a piss and he felt funny doing that. Nervous, but anxious to feel that excitement again, he reached down to his crotch with his hand. He slid it into his panties.

Tina was anything but turned on by his excitement. She laid back and closed her eyes. All she wanted to do was wipe the memory of what she'd just done from her mind.

Bill didn't know but he thought he found the spot. It was where he pissed from now. The skin was so soft and slick, but dry. "It hurts to rub there."

"Stick your finger inside and lubricate it Hon." It was getting really difficult to stay patient.

"Inside?" Did she mean down there? That couldn't be what she meant.

"Yes. Put your finger inside your vagina to wet it."

Bill hesitated a second or two. He felt so weird about the idea of doing that. The way Tina made it sound it was nothing. He reached a little lower with his finger. Bill probed the slick skin and found ‘his' vagina. It was wet. Bill actually got a start when he felt inside, it was so sensitive. He brought his wet finger up to his clit and rubbed. It didn't take long to find the right spot and when he did, he knew it instantly. "Ohhh . . . "

Tina lay there listening. She was glad he discovered it for himself. She wondered what it must feel like for him. Not what it felt like at the moment but what it felt like for a man to masturbate. Tina didn't admit it to anyone but masturbating was almost the only kind of sex she enjoyed.

That wasn't always the case. There had been men. Men who weren't as self-centered as Bill. Men who cared if their partner was happy, whether she was satisfied. There were a lot of times she looked back and asked herself why she never stayed with men like Robert or Joel. She left them for men who treated her like shit. She deserved better so why did she leave them? Tina leaned over and looked at Bill, lying there with his eyes shut tight again, moaning to himself.

He couldn't think straight. He didn't have too. "Ahhh . . . " Before, it was like gentle waves lapping at the shore. Not it was so much more intense. "Uhhh . . . " They were pounding waves now. It felt like nothing he ever felt before and it went on and on. Bill realized he was almost yelling. He tried to stifle it.

When he thought he'd go insane, when the felling became almost too intense to continue, he orgasmed. Bill's whole body went rigid. He clamped his hands over his clitoris and held it like he'd fly apart if he didn't. The waves of feeling pulsed through him with such unbelievable intensity he wondered if he'd pass out. And then it subsided.

"Are you all right?" Tina asked.

He had to catch his breath. His heart was pounding like a triphammer. "That was great." He said breathlessly, staring at the ceiling. Bill turned and looked at Tina, lying there beside him. "Is it like that for you?"

"Just about." She said smiling.

"God! I never realized how great I made you feel."

Bill had the wrong idea. "What you had wasn't an orgasm like a woman gets from sex." Tina stated simply. "That's not the same."

Bill looked at her in amazement. "You mean you orgasm another way too?"

"It's different when you make love. It's a whole other feeling when you have a man inside you and you orgasm."

He was really curious. "Better?"

"It's a different feeling. I wouldn't say better. Sometimes it's just as intense, sometimes it's not. It depends on the guy." She didn't feel all that comfortable talking about it with him.

Bill turned back to stare at the ceiling. "I never knew I was doing this for you."

Don't kid yourself, she thought to herself. There wasn't more than two or three times in the past two years that he brought her to an orgasm. The rest of the time she was nothing more than a vessel for him to cum in.

"I wish I could do it again." Bill assumed that, like a guy, girls had to wait a while.

"Go ahead Hon, you can do it as many times as you like."

"I can?" He asked with excitment in his voice.

"Of course."

That was all he had to hear. He probed his vagina to moisten his finger and went to town.

Tina rolled over with her back to him. He was too engrossed in himself now to bother with her but that suited her just fine. He was going to soon learn what it felt like to be fucked. Not made love to but just to be fucked, over and over. It took Tina a little while to get to sleep. Bill was pretty vocal for a while.

 

(continued in Part 2)

 

 

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