Spring Break Incognito

By Enigma

 

Jeff gets more than he bargained for when he is invited to join his fiancee and six of her best friends for spring break.

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I rolled off Sarah to lie beside her, naked, panting, trying to catch my breath. I pulled her to me, and she snuggled up to my cooling body. She was first to regain the power of speech.

"Mm... that was fantastic, Jeff. I love you!"

I pulled her tight to me. "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I managed to wheeze. "I love you too, honey." We cuddled and kissed, stroking each other, reveling in the glow we had generated. After a time, I yawned and glanced over at the lighted digits of the alarm clock that showed it was a little after one a.m. "We both have early classes tomorrow, and I, for one, could use a little shuteye." I kissed Sarah passionately and we settled down to sleep.

The phone woke me early the next morning, and I groggily noticed it was 6:30. My sleep-clouded mind eventually heard Sarah as she chattered on the phone. Morning people! Her words finally started making sense, and I realized she was talking to one of her friends about the upcoming spring break. Damn! I was really upset about these plans they were making.

"Yeah, that sounds good, Julie! Marci and Kelly are confirmed? Great! I know Sherry and Lynn are in. Oh, you heard from Sue? Super! How about Jenn? Still nothing, huh? Ok, you keep trying, and I will too. Good! Luv ya, Jules. Talk again soon."

Sarah hung up the phone, and turned over to face me. "Morning, sleepyhead!" This was followed by a kiss that drove more of the cobwebs from my mind. "Things are really coming together! We have all but Jennifer lined up to go. The reservations are all set. This is going to be a great spring break!"

"Humph" I grumped. I was not crazy about my fiancée going off without me to Lake Havasu for spring break with her old friends from high school. They were eight really gorgeous ladies, and I had heard the stories about the wild parties and stuff that went on there. "Sweetheart, are you sure about this?"

Sarah put a cute little pout on her beautiful face. "Jeff! Not this again! Come on, we've talked about this till I'm sick of it! You know I love you, honey, and we are going to be married this June, right after graduation. This is my last chance to get together with the gang before that. Don't you trust me?" She was stroking my body, getting me hot again, which was pretty amazing after the way we went at it last night.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Sarah. It's all those horny guys I don’t trust! I'd feel a lot better if I was coming."

"Jeff, sweetheart, you know this is an all girl thing. Just me and my friends. With us scattered at schools all over the country, we hardly ever get to see one another any more. Besides, the place is booked solid. We've had reservations for months, and there is no way you could get any place to stay now."

"It's just …"

"Shhh. I know sweetheart. I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to change that! I know you'd like to go, and I would love to have you there too." She got a speculative look on her face, and seemed lost in thought as she gazed at me for long moments. "Unless…" she almost whispered, then suddenly giggled.

"What?"

"Nothing! I just had a silly thought. Never mind."

"No, Sarah. I want to know!"

"Jeff, it's really silly."

"Sarah!"

"Ok. It just flashed through my mind there is a way you could go."

"Super! How?"

She giggled again. "You sure you want to know?" I nodded emphatically. "Ok, I tried to warn you! You know there are eight of us, right?" I nodded. "And we've got rooms for eight." I nodded again. "Well, we haven't been able to get hold of Jennifer. Julie and I haven't heard from her for a couple of months. We can't confirm she is coming. That might leave an empty spot for another girl!"

I was puzzled. "How does that help me?"

"Well, I just had this silly thought that you could be that other girl!"

I was speechless! Me? Go as a girl? This was crazy! But there was a niggling little voice in the far recesses of my mind that was saying, 'You could, you know!'

"See, I told you it was silly. I just thought of your part in that play you were in last year. Remember, when there weren't enough girls in the class to fill all the parts, and you got to do that small role as the lead character's girlfriend? You looked and sounded really good, and that was what brought this on."

I just glared at her, and the subject was dropped.

Maybe a little background would be good here. Sarah and I entered the university the same year, both majoring in Theater Arts. We became aware of each other sometime during our freshman year, but were not much more than mild acquaintances. Sometime in our second year, I really began to notice how pretty she was, and what a great personality she had. Finally, just into our junior year I worked up the courage to ask her out. Later I learned that she had wondered what took me so long.

We got on great, having lots of fun in school and with recreational activities, and later exploring the joys of sex. Eventually we decided we would live together our senior year, and found a small apartment not far from campus. Just this last Christmas, I finally proposed marriage to her, and she gleefully accepted. I have been on cloud nine ever since.

Until recently, that is, as the plans for spring break began to take shape. I guess it was my insecurities getting the best of me. But I was really afraid of losing Sarah to some hunk out there in Havasu. I'd heard the stories: the wild parties, the drinking, topless girls, endless sex. I have always been the quiet type, never getting into the party scene, whereas Sarah and her friends had always been pretty wild. I guess I just never could figure out how I got lucky enough to land Sarah. And I was afraid if she got back to that kind of atmosphere, she would realize that I just didn't measure up.

As I said, everyone in Sarah's gang is a knockout. They had been friends all through high school, and then had spread out across the country, with only a couple attending the same college. This was going to be the first time since the summer after high school that they got back together to relive their wild days of the past.

Sarah herself is 5' 6", with wavy red hair, a beautiful face with clear alabaster skin, deep green eyes, a cute little upturned nose and a smattering of freckles that made her look deceptively innocent. With C cup breasts (34C-24-32) she is the smallest of the eight in that department. In my humble opinion, she was also the prettiest of them all. Not that any of them were dogs. But I was just sure that this assembly of busty babes was going to attract guys in droves.

Then there is me. I am fairly short for a guy at 5' 9", with a slender build. My skin is naturally lightly brown, my hair jet black and straight, and my eyes are an unusual gray with just a hint of an oriental shape, thanks to my mixed ancestry. Not that I was ugly by any means, but I had never been able to build up any muscle bulk, despite all my trying. The best I could say about it was that I was fit and sleek. I am quick, deceptively strong, and have been described as graceful, but I have never, ever been called a hunk. My build is what got me drafted into that female role in last year's play.

Another week passed. There were calls from several of Sarah's friends as plans were finalized. It was mid-January now, and the trip was inexorably approaching in early April. Sarah would talk to me about the plans and her concerns about the still unaccounted for Jenn, but was getting really touchy about any comments I made, even when I went out of my way to try to be helpful.

Finally one Sunday evening when she got off the phone I asked, "Still no word from Jenn?"

Sarah just blew up. "Damn it, Jeff, I've had it with your jealousy over this trip. I have tried and tried to reassure you that it is you I love, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about!"

"Wait, Sarah, no! I am trying to accept it. I really am. I know you are worried about Jenn. All I want to do is be there for you right now."

"Argh! I can't take any more of this. Jeff, either put up or shut up. You're either in or you're out, and I won't put up with any more negative vibes from you!"

"Hunh? What do you mean?"

"Either you're the eighth girl, or you just stay out of this!" With that she stomped into the bedroom and I heard the lock click.

I tried the knob, then knocked lightly. "Sarah! Let me in, sweetheart. I'm sorry!" There was only silence in answer.

I spent a cold, lonely night on the couch, the first since we had moved in together, and it was not something I was eager to repeat.

I woke stiff and chilled the next morning after a restless night when Sarah came out of the bedroom already dressed for class. I stumbled into the kitchenette as she brewed coffee, and tried to kiss her on the cheek.

She avoided my attempt and just looked at me. "In or out?"

I looked at her pleadingly. "Come on! Give me a little break here! At least tell me what it really means to be in or to be out. Please?"

"In, you dress as a girl for the week, participate in the preparations, and help make the week fun for us all. Out, you stay here, you keep your petty jealousy to yourself and you quit trying to spoil this for me." Her voice had steel in it unlike anything I was used to from her.

I sighed, "Sarah!" She just turned and walked out the door, skipping breakfast.

I had a rough day, and couldn't concentrate at all in class. I was mortally afraid I had damaged our relationship beyond repair, but I just wasn't exactly sure how. I couldn't figure out what to do. I didn't think there was any way I could make everyone believe I was a girl for a week, especially as close as that group is going to be during the trip. But I was almost more afraid that rejecting the idea would have the effect of driving Sarah away even further, since she reacted badly to almost everything I said these days.

Sarah wasn't home yet when I dragged in after my last class. Normally she would have been there and fixing something for us to eat by now. I put my books away and started putting together a dinner for the both of us. Sarah came in when everything was almost ready, and went silently to the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later, and we sat down to eat the simple meal in an uncomfortable silence neither of us seemed willing to break. After we'd put our dishes in the dishwasher, she faced me.

"Ok, Jeff, what is it going to be?"

I had been dreading that question, and gave a big sigh. "Sarah, I love you. I just don't know what you want from me."

"What I want is for you to be a little supportive. This is a big thing for me, and I want you not to ruin it before it even starts!"

"How can I be supportive when you bite my head off for everything I say? In case you hadn't noticed, I have stopped questioning the trip. I am trying to be supportive! But it seems like everything I say is wrong."

A tear trickled from each of Sarah's eyes. "Maybe I'd better move in with Debby till spring break. Then we won't hurt each other until this is over."

"No!" I looked at her pleadingly. "Please." I heaved a big sigh and said quietly "I'll do it. I'll go with you." My best hope now was that Jennifer would show up and bump me from the trip, but I was desperate not to lose Sarah.

She just looked at me solemnly for a while. "You sure?" I nodded. "And you'll really try to make this fun for all of us?" I nodded again. She looked at me as if to judge the truth of what I said. Finally she came to me and hugged me, whispering in my ear "Thank-you!"

I hugged her for all I was worth. "You'll have to help me, though. Being a girl in a play isn't the same as living as a girl for a week. You have to help me make sure I can do this!"

She gave me a tentative kiss on the lips. "I will."

We didn't make love that night, but at least I was back in the bed with Sarah, and we cuddled together till she drifted off to sleep. My slumber did not come easily as I held the woman I loved and pondered what I had gotten myself into.

Sarah was almost back to her old self the next morning, and I enjoyed the affection we shared while getting ready for class.

"Jeff, lets plan to spend time after class this afternoon seeing what help we can get from the theater storeroom, Ok?"

I felt my insides twist, but put a cheerful face on, afraid of pushing her away. "Sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I just thought we might be able to borrow some props to help us out."

I was getting a little worried here. "Um, don't you think the school might object?"

"All we can do is ask!" as she pecked me on the cheek.

This was Tuesday, and in the afternoon we were both in Professor Hanford's class, which was currently concentrating on costuming. Jane Hanford is an attractive thirty-something lady who is a whiz at training recalcitrant young wannabes as potential stars and/or for supporting positions in theater and movie production. She has a wicked sense of humor, and has a knack for getting her students to not only understand what is needed, but for getting them to do it.

I managed to survive the morning classes, and was disappointed when Sarah did not show up at the union for our usual lunch together. I waited outside the classroom for her to show, but slipped inside just before the start time when she hadn't. Moments later, she walked in with Professor Hanford. They stopped near the front of the room and spoke quietly for a moment before Sarah came to sit with me with a mysterious smile on her face. I noticed the professor glance my way with a somewhat quizzical expression, but then we got into the projects we were working on, and I was too busy to worry about it.

As the room started to clear after class, Sarah found me and pulled me forward to where Professor Hanford was waiting. She greeted us and asked how our current projects were going. We chatted about that until the room had emptied.

"So, Jeff, I understand that you and Sarah want to take on a special project for the next few months. How do you feel about this?"

I looked nervously at Sarah, who was smiling encouragingly at me. "Um, I guess I am really nervous about this, professor. I want to do it, but I am really worried about pulling it off without getting into hot water."

She stood back and gazed speculatively at me for a few minutes. "I don't think appearance is going to be a problem. It's more likely your behavior that could give you away, and then of course, any, shall we say, more intimate encounters where your costume would be difficult to maintain?"

I blushed furiously and mumbled, "I don't think I have to worry about intimate encounters."

"Nonsense! What will the other girls be wearing when they go swimming?" She looked at Sarah here.

"I know I will be in a bikini, and it would surprise me if any of the others wore anything else."

Geez! That hadn't even occurred to me. The furthest I'd gotten was thinking of jeans, shorts, and maybe skirts.

Professor Hanford pushed on relentlessly. "And where will the girls be getting changed into and out of swimwear?"

Sarah was looking downcast. "Normally we would all change together in a dressing room, or a cabana, maybe the cabin of a houseboat. Maybe this isn't such a good idea." She looked sorrowfully at me, and I felt a twinge in my gut. I wasn't sure if it was relief or regret.

I was shocked when the professor responded, "Don't be silly! But it does depend on how much you both are committed to this charade?" She made that last into a question.

Sarah looked a bit more hopeful. "What do you mean?"

Professor Hanford considered before she spoke. "There are many ways that Jeff could be made to appear a woman. He has the kind of build that will make it easier. The techniques range from makeup to appliances to cosmetic procedures, even hormones and reassignment surgery. It all depends on the depth of the masquerade. And of course, some of those are more permanent than others. You also have to consider the expense."

Sarah and I were both speechless, but she recovered her voice first. "Jeff is my fiancée! This was never meant to be permanent!"

"No, of course not, I was only pointing out the range of options. But consider. Even with costuming changes that are not long term, there is a certain amount of conditioning that must be done. Jeff would have to learn to, for instance, walk like a woman, and practice it to the point that it was natural and unconscious. Afterward, that conditioning might surface at embarrassing moments, at least until he is reconditioned to a male gait. The same applies to speech and mannerisms. The result could be that some people might assume he was gay until the feminine behaviors were all unlearned."

Sarah and I exchanged a worried glance. I was pretty sure I wanted out of this, but I planned to leave it up to Sarah, as I didn't want to alienate her again. I hid my immense relief when she spoke up, "Maybe we shouldn't. Sorry to have taken your time, professor."

I was dismayed when Professor Hanford responded, "Let's not be quite so hasty. I didn't want to scare you off. I just wanted you to be aware of the effort involved not only before, but after this task. Actually, I think it would be a great learning experience for both of you, and could help you greatly in your careers."

"Can we think about it and get back to you?" I asked.

"Certainly! I would be disappointed if you didn't think this through before jumping in."

Sarah piped in, "Just for the sake of argument, what would the costuming involve. Not that I am saying Jeff will do this. Just that we need to understand what he, um, we might be getting into."

Professor Hanford pondered a moment. "Fair question. Actually, not too much." She looked me over critically. "Jeff has a slim build, which is a good starting point. He's taller than the typical woman, but not too tall. If we were to put him in a dress right now, the first thing people would notice is that he has no breasts. Given the extent of the deception you are considering, the best choice short of implants would be breast forms that are attached with an adhesive and removed with a special solvent. If selected properly, they would be virtually indistinguishable from the real thing, even letting him wear a bikini top. But those are not cheap."

I gulped, but managed to say, "Ok, that doesn't sound too bad yet. What else?"

"In a dress, the next giveaway would be hair. Yours has a good luster, and is marginally long enough, but is in an obviously masculine style. With some trimming, it could be made quite feminine, then after the week, a simple haircut would return it to a male style."

I grinned just a little. "That one sounds easy." I noticed Sarah had a hopeful little smile as well.

"Speaking of hair, body hair is another problem. Use of a depilatory or frequent shaving can handle that, and of course it would grow back fairly quickly after."

Oh boy, another relatively easy one! "Ok. What else?"

"Various things around the face would make a remarkable difference. Eyebrows plucked to a feminine arch would grow back over time. Pierced ears would help a lot, and would heal in a few months it left empty. Makeup, obviously, done in such a way to emphasize the cheekbones and eyes. Why, if you gave me an hour, from your neck up I could make you look like a very attractive girl right now."

"Um, I don't think I'm quite ready for that. But that doesn't sound so bad, if we do this." I thought Sarah was looking kind of encouraged.

The professor thought some more. "Your body shape is not great for a girl, but there are many attractive women that don't have much more of an hourglass figure than you. And then there is the problem of genitals. That would be a dead giveaway in a bikini bottom, or even possibly in tight girls' jeans or shorts. Hmmm." This topic made me blush, but she plowed onward. "I don't have personal experience with it, but I have heard of a device that is available. It is like a latex panty that can add fullness to the hips and rear, and accommodates the male genitalia while appearing to be a female vagina on the outside. The edges glue down just like the breast forms, and make it very difficult to tell it's not natural. Oh, and if you lost maybe ten pounds and did some exercises to slim your waist a little, that would help too."

That vagina thingy was kind of freaky, but I was curious. "Why would something like that even be available? And where would you get it?"

Professor Hanford grinned just a little. "Why, just for what you are thinking of. Do you think you're the only man that has thought to disguise himself as a woman? Actually, it is more common than you might think. Ever heard of female impersonators that do stage shows? How about transvestites? Even transgendered females could use them to help pass as their desired gender."

I blushed uncomfortably. "What is transgendered?"

Sarah stepped in here. "Isn't that when a person believes that their brain is a different gender than their body?"

The professor agreed, "That's pretty close. And many of these people feel the need to appear as their internal gender." She frowned now. "Some even end their lives unable to resolve the conflict they must fight." Then she brightened a bit. "As to where to get them, I'm sure you could order one from the Internet. There may even be a store in town that could fix you up. That would be better, since they could match skin color and texture to make it less noticeable. Again, the better it is, the more expensive."

We had a lot to think about. We left with a promise to let her know what we decided, and with her offering to do some research on sources for breast forms and the fake vagina.

We didn't talk much as we walked back to the apartment, each lost in our own thoughts. Dinner was quiet as well. We made a great team in the tiny kitchen, with almost no words required to cooperate on fixing the simple meal.

After we cleaned up, Sarah brought the subject back up for the first time since we left the professor. "Can we try just a couple of simple experiments to see how it goes?"

I was definitely nervous about this. "What kind of experiments?"

"Oh, I thought maybe you could try on a few of my clothes, just to see how they fit. And maybe you would let me make up your face to see what we have to work with?"

I wasn't all that comfortable with the idea, but I wasn't ready to be the one to back out of this yet. Not when Sarah was talking to me again. "Ok."

"Great! First, go shave really carefully, and then come on into the bedroom." I went and shaved, not that I had much beard to remove. When I entered the bedroom she got a lecherous grin on her face and said "Strip!" I did.

She tossed some silky panties to me. I looked at them and then back at her, blushing. "Go on, put them on. It's only clothing!"

So I slipped them up my legs and over my narrow hips. "Hmmm. I think maybe you should tuck yourself back between your legs for this experiment." I grumbled as I did that, pulled the panties up tight, then looked down at an almost feminine-looking crotch. "Stick your arms out." She slipped a wispy bra over my arms and struggled to fasten it behind. "I can see you will need the next size up. But it is fastened now, so we can try this for tonight." She stuffed a rolled up pair of nylons into each cup, and suddenly I had medium small boobs.

She handed me a pair of her jeans. I thought about how she looked in them as I pulled them up my legs, and my trapped manhood gave a twitch. It was a struggle to fasten them around my waist, but I managed. If I lost the weight Professor Hanford suggested, they would probably be just right.

Sarah spoke, "They are a bit loose in the hips and bum, but that is kind of what I expected. Otherwise, they look pretty good."

I thought they hugged me like a second skin! "You call that loose? And aren't they a bit short?"

Sarah looked. "For a guy maybe, but they look just fine for a girl. Here, put this on." She handed me one of her tops in a pale blue color and I pulled it over my head and down to my waist. Or rather, I tried. It was just a little short, and left maybe an inch of skin showing above the jeans. I looked at Sarah, and she was smiling in a way that made me kind of nervous.

"Ok, let me try a bit of makeup. Nothing garish and I promise! Nothing that won't wash off." I relented as gracefully as I could, and sat in the chair by her vanity. She turned me toward her so I couldn't see what she was doing.

"I should use a foundation to even out your skin tone first, but our skin colors are so different that mine would make you look pasty, so we'll skip that tonight."

She had me close my eyes and I felt a light brushing sensation across my eyelids. Then more pressure along the edges of the lids as she told me she was applying eye liner. Then I felt a sharp pain in my eyebrow and jumped. "Hold still. I just want to get rid of a couple of stray hairs. Nothing noticeable." A couple! She must have pulled out at least a dozen. She used some kind of pencil on my brows. Then came some mascara for my lashes.

She brushed something on my cheeks, moved back to look critically, then brushed a little more. Next, she outlined my lips with a pencil and filled them in with lipstick. Finally, she coated my lips with a gloss and moved back to check the overall effect. This couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, so I wasn't expecting too much.

She grabbed her hairbrush and did something with my hair. No trimming or anything, just brushing it a little differently than I normally do.

"Ok, let's take a look." I started to turn to look in the vanity mirror, but she stopped me and pulled me toward the closet. "Ready?" I nodded and she opened the door to swing the full length mirror on the inside around to face me. I wasn't ready for what I saw. There, framed in the mirror, was a tall, slender girl. She was no ravishing beauty, but was at least attractive. The hairstyle was a bit butch, but not bad when seen with the rest. I studied my face, trying to see me in there, and finally made out how she'd changed my appearance. The clothes added to the overall effect, even though they were not overtly feminine.

"So, what do you think?"

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Yeah, wow! You know, I really think you could do this."

I gazed in the mirror. "I never thought I could look like that!"

"Oh, honey, that's with just a few minutes work. With some of the other things the prof talked about, you could look fantastic!"

"You think?" The actor in me was getting somewhat curious about this. "I still don't know about lasting a week with your friends though."

"I think you could. Tell you what, how about we work on this for a while, and see how it goes. If we get close to spring break and you decide it isn't going to work, we'll call it off. But if we plan for now for you to go, at least we won't be fighting about this trip all the time."

I was nervous, and just a little excited about the prospect. "Ok. We can try it. But what about the cost?"

Sarah spoke hesitantly. "I'll pay, since you're doing this for me." I knew she could do it, but it made me uncomfortable. I was getting through school ok, what with loans and a few grants, but there was little extra in my budget. Sarah and I shared expenses, and after a couple of initial 'discussions' she only paid her part of the costs, and we lived carefully. I knew that with her scholarships and the allowance she got from her folks, she could have lived much better, but she was happy with the way things were and never complained when our food was a little less exciting than it could be. She knew what I was thinking, and got a pleading expression on her face. "Please?"

I knew she would get her way. She normally did, so I gave in gracefully. "Ok. But let's not get carried away here!"

She launched herself at me and kissed me passionately with her arms wrapped around my neck. "Hmmm. This is interesting. I've never kissed a girl this way before." She giggled and pushed me down on my back on the bed, and suddenly her hands were roaming all over my body.

After the last couple of nights, it felt great to make love to Sarah again. The strange feel of lipstick on my lips faded to the background as our passion grew. It was late before we settled down to sleep. "Oh, I almost forgot! We have to get our makeup off before we sleep. Come on!" She dragged me to the bathroom, and soon I was learning the female nighttime bathroom ritual; makeup remover, cleanser, moisturizer, along with my normal tooth brushing. One more difference was that Sarah made me sit to use the toilet instead of standing, all the time giggling about not having to worry about the seat being left up anymore.

Back in bed, we cuddled and I started to settle down to sleep.

"You know, we can't call you Jeff while you're in disguise. What would you like to use as your girl name?"

I pulled myself back from sleep to mumble, "Dunno. Hadn't thought about it. Any ideas?"

"Well, it would be confusing to use any of my friends' names, so let's avoid those. Let me try a few, and see if anything appeals. Melanie, Sandy, Barbara, Alice, Allison, Diane, Deanna, um, Gail, Marissa, June, April…"

"Wait," I interrupted. "Marissa… I kind of like the sound of that."

"Ok. I hereby christen you Marissa. We can use Rissa for short. I like that too!"

This time she let me drift into slumber.

"Wake up Marissa." I heard the quiet voice through the fog of sleep, and it meant nothing, so I drifted off again. There was a poke in my ribs, "Wake up, Marissa, time to get out of bed, sleepyhead!"

"Hunh?"

"Come on you lazy girl, time to get a move on!" I felt smooth arms wrap around me from behind, and the feel of warm, firm breasts pressed into my back.

"Mmmm. I could get used to this." I sighed.

"Not today you can't! Get that cute little butt in gear, missy." I suddenly found myself on the floor beside the bed.

"Hey!"

Sarah was already on her way to the bathroom. "Come on! Let's stop by Professor Hanford's office before your nine o'clock class and see if she's there."

By the time I got to the bathroom, Sarah was already toweling herself dry from the shower, and before I got out of the shower and arrived in the kitchen with just a towel around my waist, Sarah had the coffee ready, and fruit and cereal waiting for me.

She giggled as I walked in. "Not like that, silly!" She came to me, and before I realized what she was doing, she had the towel off me. "Hmmm. What have we here?" She stroked my quickly hardening manhood, and then wrapped the towel around me just under my arms. "A girl has to protect some different real estate than guys do," she laughed.

I tried to sit to eat my cereal, but Sarah giggled again, and pointed out that I was showing off something I maybe should keep secret. I looked down, blushed, and slammed my legs together, tugging the towel down to cover me. Which of course caused it to slip down my chest, making Sarah laugh all the harder.

We finally got to the prof's office, and found she was there and alone for the moment. Sarah explained that we were going to give this a try, with me having the option to back out before spring break if it wasn't going well.

She tapped her chin. "Well, looks like we have our work cut out for us. I did some checking on the Internet. Be thankful you chose a school in a reasonable sized city, instead of out in the boonies. It happens there is a store here in town that can custom fit Jeff with color matched breast forms and the vagina panty. Here is the address. According to their web site, it takes about four weeks from the time of measurement until the custom-made items arrive from the fabricator."

Sarah took the slip of paper from her. "Ok, we'll visit them this afternoon. We don't have a lot of time to spare."

This was making me nervous. "Um…"

Sarah interrupted, "What do you think we should work on first? Clothes, speech, walking, mannerisms …"

Again I was left on the outside of the conversation as professor Hanford spoke to Sarah. "All of those. I can help with some of it. I can get her started with walking and using feminine gestures, which you two can practice together. There is a speech therapist here at the university that we can probably enlist to get her voice training started. Sarah, you will have to work with her in your apartment to get her used to the clothes, makeup, and feminine hygiene. You also need to develop a history for her, so you don’t trip each other up when the inevitable questions come up."

"Whoa. What's with all the feminine pronouns? I'm still a guy here."

Sarah spoke up, "Hush, Marissa. This is all for your own good, so be a good girl and let us work out the details."

"Marissa? I like that. And, by the way, since we will probably be working together quite a lot on your 'special project', maybe you should call me Jane when there aren't other students around."

"Ok, Jane." Sarah smiled, "and thanks for doing this."

I left for my class, and Sarah said she had to do some shopping, and would see me back that the apartment for lunch.

I couldn't have told you afterward anything that happened in class that morning. My mind was still in turmoil over what was happening to me. When I arrived back at our little apartment before lunch, Sarah hardly let me set my books down before she'd dragged me out the door.

"Let's grab a quick salad at Garden Express. We have some errands to run, and I don't want to take time fixing lunch here."

By that time, we were already in the car and driving, and it didn't seem worth the effort to respond, so I just went along like a good little boy. Lunch was pretty light, but my gut was worked up enough that I mostly poked around in the salad, and didn't finish it completely.

Sarah misinterpreted that, of course. "Good!" she said as we hurried out the door, "I'm glad to see you're taking this seriously. Losing a bit of weight will really help out the disguise."

Oh, well. At least she wasn't snapping at me, so I just kept quiet and let her think what she wanted. She would have anyway, but I might have disrupted the peace if I'd let her know what I was really thinking.

Sarah parked next to a shabby looking little shop in one of the older areas of town. The sign over the door read "Images", and when we got inside I could see that there were an unusual variety of feminine clothing, shoes, lingerie, wigs, jewelry and other things I couldn't readily identify in the subdued lighting. Sarah looked around the store for a few moments while I hung back. Before too long, a slightly plump middle-aged woman came through a curtain from what must have been the back room.

"Hi, I'm Nancy. Can I help you?"

I just looked toward Sarah, as I had no clue what she had in mind.

Thankfully she stepped into the lead role. "Yes. We're majoring in Theater Arts at the university. My fiancée here has a part playing a girl in a play we are doing in a few weeks for one of our classes, and we want to do up his costume right. Our professor, Jane Hanford, said you could supply us with some of the things we need to make him look really good."

Her smile was grandmotherly and knowing, "Yes, you've come to the right place. Do you have something in mind, or would you like me to describe what we can do for you?" She glanced over at me, and I felt my face warming.

"We need breast forms for him, the kind that glues on and are hard to distinguish from the real thing? Some of his costumes are pretty revealing so we'd like a pretty good match on skin color. Umm…"

"That should be no problem. We'll measure and fit in a minute. What else were you thinking?"

Sarah hesitated, "Well, Professor Hanford talked about a panty of some kind that can give him curves, and hide his, uh, his manhood."

"We can do that too. A gaffe will tuck him away nice and secure, and a panty brief can add some curves to his hips and bottom. We have some over here if you'd like to look?"

Sarah was even blushing by now. "Um, no... What we had in mind was something that could, uh, make him look more like a girl down there."

"Ah, I see! You want to go the whole route. Nothing but the best for your cutie here. We do sell one item that we special order. It combines the functions of the gaffe and the panty brief, has a molded in vagina with a tuft of pubic hair, and is made of a similar silicon to the breast forms so it looks pretty realistic. But it's kind of pricey."

"Yes, that's what I had in mind. How much?"

When she quoted the price, I suddenly felt faint. I tried to catch Sarah's eye, shaking my head vigorously, but she ignored me.

"You can match it to his skin and hair color, and shape it to give him a better figure?"

"Uh, Sarah…" I began, but she silenced me with a glare.

"Yes, we custom measure and can do an excellent job of matching the colors. Follow me into the back room and we can have some privacy to take his measurements."

Moments later my full body blush was on display for Nancy and Sarah, and Nancy was wielding a tape measure and notepad, and becoming almost as familiar with my anatomy as Sarah is. In fact, I think she poked that measuring tape into places even Sarah has never explored.

"Come over here, Sarah. I can show you some pictures while Jeff cools off a bit so we can match his skin color better. You can put your briefs back on now, Jeff."

Comments like that weren't helping the red flush disappear. After a few minutes of quiet discussion across the room, Nancy returned with a book of what looked like paint chips, and turned on some brighter lights. She looked at me closely, then flipped through the book, and started comparing chips to the skin above my briefs. After checking a few chips she nodded and noted the color number on her notepad. Then she moved that chip up to my chest, shifted a few chips over, and wrote down a different number.

"Ok, we've got the measurements, now we need to decide how big he is going to be up top."

Again I looked to Sarah. She grinned mischievously and winked at Nancy. "How do you think he would look with a pair of double-D's?"

Nancy smiled. "I think that would be great! Hold on just a moment." She disappeared into the front of the store.

"Sarah!"

"Hush, Rissa! Let us girls take care of you!"

"That's what I'm afraid of!"

Nancy reappeared, carrying a couple of bras with her and handed them to Sarah. Here, put one of these on him." Then she went to a shelf and took down two boxes. Returning, she opened the boxes and I glimpsed two very lifelike, very large breasts. She popped one into each of the cups of the bra Sarah had installed on me, and I almost fell over frontward.

"Stand up straight, Marissa!" Sarah said sternly. "What do you think, Nancy?"

I broke in, "Well I think they are huge!"

Nancy studied me. "Hmmm. Looks pretty good to me." She and Sarah exchanged glances, and then both burst out in laughter. She pulled the forms back out and put them back in the boxes. "Sarah, switch to the other bra." She returned the boxes to the shelf and returned with two different ones.

"These are B-cup. I think they would look pretty good on her."

Sarah and Nancy stood back and looked me over. At least I could keep my balance with these. B-cup? They still seemed huge, sitting there on my chest. I looked toward Sarah. It was hard to tell from this angle, but I guess they were a little smaller than the ones I loved on her.

Sarah broke the silence. "I agree. Those will do nicely."

"Ok," Nancy said, "She will need a 36B bra, so you can pick out some for her before the custom forms and panty show up. What else do you need?" She pulled the smaller forms from my bra to return them to the boxes and placed them back on the shelf.

"Do you have any inexpensive pads we can use till the real breast forms come?"

"Sure. Here." She pulled two foam pads from a drawer and Sarah stuffed them into my deflated bra.

"Ok, those will do for now."

I got dressed while the ladies went out to the front room. By the time I got out there with the bra and pads, Sarah had already paid, so I never saw the total. I was pretty sure I didn't want to.

On the way home we stopped at Wal-Mart and Sarah proceeded to pick out a few simple white bras and a package of plain cotton panties. Then she wandered through the section looking at the frillier things, eventually adding a couple of bra and panty sets that I would love to see her in. Maybe I would get to see that when this was all over. But for now I was resigned to wearing them.

Thankfully Sarah drove back to the apartment then. I had had about all I could take for one day.

Once inside, I asked Sarah if she could start dinner while I got started on homework for tomorrow.

"We'll get to that. First, though, you need to try on what we just bought, to make sure we have the right sizes."

"Now?"

"Yes, now!"

"Sarah!" She glared at me, so I gave her a mischievous grin. "Ok, I'll make a deal with you. I'll try them on if you model the fancy ones for me first."

She pulled me into the bedroom and stripped. First she slipped on the deep green satin bra and panty set.

Even using the tightest hooks, it was a little loose, but her C-sized boobs almost overflowed the smaller bra cups. The contrast of the color to her skin tone, and the sheen of the satin, not to mention the fantastic cleavage, were getting me pretty worked up. She twirled for me, and struck a few poses.

"That do?" she asked.

"Yeah, that will do just fine!" I reached for her, but she danced away.

"Tut, tut. No time for that just now!"

She switched to the pink lace set. The size problem was the same. This bra had lace cups that did little to hide Sarah's nipples. She strutted up to me, and I brushed my fingers lightly over her lace enclosed mounds.

"Mmmm. That's nice!" she whispered, then stepped back. "Your turn," she said brightly.

I grumbled and started pulling off clothes while she opened one of the plain bras and the package of panties. I pulled on the panties and struggled with the bra.

"You'll need to practice this" she said as she fastened the hooks for me. "You need to be able to fasten your bra by yourself!"

She slipped the foam pads into the cups, and then slid her finger under the band of the bra. "Size seems ok." Then she stepped back and gestured me to the mirror.

What I saw was a slender girl reflected back at me — if you ignored the head. My face fell. "Sarah, I don’t know about this."

Sarah took my hands and led me to the bed, seating me beside her. I noticed a tear trickle down her cheek. "I guess this isn't going to work out, is it Jeff?"

"It scares me, Sarah."

"I won't make you do this, sweetheart. I love you too much." She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, then rose and walked toward the kitchen. At the bedroom door she stopped, and looked back at me. "Jeff, I don't want us to fight like we were. I will talk to Debby tomorrow about spending the next few weeks with her." Then she disappeared.

I looked after her, and thought about being without her. From the kitchen came sounds of Sarah starting dinner. I tried to see it from her point of view, and realized how selfish I had been. How focused on my needs, instead of hers, or ours. Then I thought about how I had behaved since promising her I would be her eighth girlfriend for spring break. And it seeped into my brain that again I had been selfish. I had worried only about me, and had dragged my feet every step of the way.

It was time to make a decision, and stick with it, go with it full throttle. Was I going to chicken out of this masquerade, and let Sarah move out temporarily, or was I going to put us first and just get on with this?

Funny how when you think about something the right way, the decision becomes so obvious. Sarah means the world to me. She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. That means doing what it takes to make that happen. And right now, the way to make that happen was to throw myself into being her best friend, as a man, but for now, especially as a woman.

I looked down at myself in the simple white bra and panties. I guess now is the time to start. Standing up, I stripped out of the plain lingerie. Sarah still wore the pink lacy bra set, so I took the green satin panty, still warm from her skin, with the faint scent of her, and pulled them up my legs. Then the satin bra, filled with the foam pads. Looking around I tried to think how to impress this on Sarah.

My gaze paused on Sarah's vanity, and I quickly sat down to look over her makeup. I had watched her dozens of times, loving the way she started with her beautiful face and enhanced it before my eyes.

Looking at my own face, I realized my eyebrows were too bushy, even after the few hairs Sarah had plucked yesterday. I took her tweezers and removed some more along the bottom edge, thinning the arch of my brow. That left it closer to the feminine ideal, but was not so obvious I couldn't get by as Jeff for the next few weeks.

Remembering the steps as she had made me up yesterday, I started doing my best to imitate her work with the pencils, potions, brushes and powders. I had to start over several times before I got something I felt was acceptable. I decided it was good enough for tonight.

I started brushing my hair, stroking it till it shone a lustrous ebony, trying different arrangements, looking for a feminine style. I settled for a bob that hung smoothly just above my shoulders, curling in slightly at the bottom. It looked right with the slight Asian cast of my features. Pulling some of the hair down over my forehead, I used Sarah's scissors to trim the bangs above my eyebrows. When I was satisfied, I brushed it back into my normal style, and was happy to see that the trimming was not too noticeable, then returned it to the girly look.

Thinking for a minute, I then went to her drawers in the dresser, and poked around for a few minutes till I found her sheer white baby doll. I slipped it on, and then walked to the closet. I found Sarah's high-heeled slippers, and squeezed my feet into them, realizing I would have to buy slightly larger footwear for myself. Trying to negotiate the tall heels, I staggered to the full length mirror, and saw an attractive, sexy girl with her deep green lingerie peeking through the near transparent outer garment.

Standing in front of the mirror, I thought about what I was doing. Did I want this? Not really. Was I going to do this? Definitely! This was what I needed to do for Sarah right now. End of discussion.

I spent a few minutes walking around the room, trying to get comfortable walking in heels. Concentrating on how Sarah walked in them, I adjusted my gait until I felt I had a pale imitation of the flowing movement I so admired in her.

I took a deep breath, and made my way to the kitchen. Pausing at the door, as yet unseen by Sarah, I watched this beautiful woman move about the kitchen in just the sheer lacy pink bra and panties, and felt a twinge in my crotch. God, she was beautiful.

I stepped into the kitchen, and Sarah turned at the sound of the heels on the hard flooring. She froze with a startled expression, staring at me.

"What!" I breathed in the imitation girl's voice I had practiced for last years play. Sarah still made no move. "Did I mess it up that badly?" I pouted.

Sarah finally shook herself, and started breathing again. "No! I'm just… You look great! You just surprised me."

I gathered my courage. "Sarah, I want to apologize for my behavior these past few weeks. And for the way I behaved this past day, too. Yesterday I promised I would play this part, and have done nothing to be helpful since. I've thought about this. I don't want to lose you, not even for the few weeks till spring break. From right now, I will be Marissa, when I don't have to be Jeff for school. I will learn, and I will make you proud of me as your girlfriend."

A smile slowly formed on her face, and another tear trickled down her cheek. She whispered, "Thank-you!" She moved to me, and pulled me into a fierce hug, then kissed me fervently. She started pushing me back toward the bedroom. "Can you be at least part Jeff for a little bit?" as her hands moved over my body, and my breath started to labor.

Dinner was forgotten that night, but I suppose it was a good thing for my waistline. Of course, what kept me occupied that night was not exactly learning to be a girl!

At home, Sarah handed me a bottle of depilatory, with instructions to use it all over my body except for my pubic hair, my face and my head. Twenty minutes later I watched my sparse hair swirling down the shower drain. Following her instructions, I washed my hair with her flower scented shampoo, and used her cream rinse. Then I shaved carefully, even though I really couldn't find anything to shave, given my slow growing, sparse facial hair.

Remembering Sarah's teasing, I wrapped a towel around my chest and tried to use one like a turban around my hair, but had little success with that. Sarah giggled when she saw my failed attempt, then showed me how to do it right. She patted my body dry and applied a sweet smelling powder, then sat me at the vanity and had me do the makeup myself, giving me pointers and making me redo it when I didn't meet her standards. The final result was worth it, though. It looked much better than my feeble attempt the night before.

I dressed in the jeans, the flats, and a peasant blouse the left a hint there might be cleavage where I really had none. Sarah brushed my hair back into the bob I had adopted the night before, and snipped a few more hairs, then sat back to look me over. With a decisive nod, she pulled me to the mirror. The girl staring back was beyond attractive. There was no way this slender girl was I!

We went to the mall, and I couldn't help but be nervous. Sarah talked to me, encouraging, comforting, cajoling, and I talked back, practicing my voice lessons, working out my tension. First came dinner, such as it was, at the salad restaurant in the food court. Then on to the cosmetics department at a large chain store. The girl at the counter, no older than I, studied my skin tone and face, and then settled in to showing me the correct colors and techniques that suited me best. When we left there, we carried a sizeable chunk of change in the form of cosmetics in our shopping bags.

Next was a little shop where Sarah had my ears pierced, thankfully only once, and I left with stinging ear lobes, understated little gold studs, instructions on caring for the piercings, and a half dozen sets of earrings.

"We are close enough to the same size that when you drop a little weight we can share a lot of clothes, but you need some of your own. You need a style that is unique to you. It would look odd if you were a carbon copy of me," Sarah mused.

We window shopped through the mall, occasionally entering a store to look closer. Sarah had me try on several things, but we bought only a few, not really knowing what style suited my looks or my self image.

All this time, people looked at me and treated me as if I was just another pretty girl. My confidence grew, and my nerves calmed. I even began to have fun, looking over the clothes, talking about styles and colors, our classes and the upcoming trip,

In one window, there was a silk dress in an oriental style, with the subtle pattern of a dragon that wrapped around the body. I held Sarah from walking past as I gazed at the dress. When she saw what had stopped me, she smiled and pulled me into the store. We left that store some time later with the dress in my size in sapphire blue with shadings of lighter blue to highlight the dragon. We also had several tops in silk, also reminiscent of Asia, as well as a pant suit that followed the motif. At least for the moment, I had found a clothing style to set me apart from Sarah.

The next weeks seemed to fly by. Classes seemed unreal, and became more so, as that was the only time I spent as Jeff. From the time I got home till the next day when I left for class I dressed as Marissa, and practiced the feminine speech, gestures, movements, makeup and dress that Sarah, Jane, and Karen were drilling into me. I submerged myself into the role, until it seemed it was harder to act the part of Jeff than to be Marissa. Sarah kept me in heels most of the time until it became natural walking in them. It got to the point that wearing flats seemed strange and vaguely uncomfortable. Several times I almost embarrassed myself while wearing guy clothes when I caught myself using feminine behaviors.

We went everywhere together, just a couple of pretty girls doing what girls do. Except, of course, in the privacy of our bedroom, when I did decidedly ungirly things with Sarah.

We watched what we ate, concentrating on healthy, low fat foods, and we attended an aerobics class the college provided. Sarah had trimmed down a few pounds, and I had lost about eight, tightening my waist by a couple inches by the time Nancy finally called from Images, to let us know our special order had arrived.

We went to the store Friday afternoon, after classes, figuring I would be able to wear my new appliances all weekend, to try to get used to them. Getting into the silicon panty was a struggle, but when I got it on and Nancy showed us how to glue it in place and mask the edges with makeup, Sarah giggled and clapped her hands excitedly. Looking in the mirror, I saw, from the waist down, a shapely nude girl, and blushed brightly. I quickly pulled my panties on. Hmmm. My panties. Never thought I'd be thinking that!

Next, Nancy showed us how to attach and blend the breast forms. I was surprised at the weight pulling down on my chest, after using the foam pads for a month. I shook my shoulders and watched the very realistic movement of the masses that now seemed part of my body. When I looked in the mirror now, I saw a shapely girl wearing only panties. I blushed, modestly crossing my hands over my bare breasts and Nancy grinned knowingly.

I was amazed at the difference in the fit of my clothes now. Things hugged my new curves and showed the world what an attractive figure I now sported. For a while, the added weight on my chest, and to a lesser degree on my hips and fanny, threw off my balance, and affected the way I moved. It didn't take long to make the adjustments, though.

My confidence swelled, now that I possessed the classic female curves, and Sarah noticed, commenting on it. It took a little while to get used to peeing with the silicon appliance in place. The feel was so different than I was used to. And, of course, I now had no choice but to sit, which did funny things to my mind, even though Sarah had made me sit on the toilet ever since this had started.

I found one disadvantage to the prosthetic panty that night, however. There was no way to do boy things to Sarah while it was glued in place. That didn't stop Sarah, though. She explored my new curves and crevices lovingly, and with that exploration found the spots that were close enough to my trapped manhood to arouse wonderful feelings, even though there was no room to get stiff. It was disappointing that there was no sensation from the breast forms, though, because Sarah had fun playing with those as well as my new, imitation lower plumbing.

While Sarah worked away at my unfamiliar territory, I explored her familiar terrain, and eventually, after her third climax, she found the formula to set me off as well. We cleaned up from my explosion, and then cuddled together like a couple of satisfied lesbian lovers, falling asleep in each others arms.

Male-female coupling became pretty scarce for a while, as I got used to the appliance, and until it became an easy routine to remove and reapply it, then our love became a mixture, giving us the best of both worlds.

Finally, three weeks before spring break, Jennifer called Sarah. By this time, I was pretty into my Marissa persona, and when I heard who Sarah was talking to, I felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach. I needn't have worried, though, as I later found out that Jenn had made an unexpected trip to Europe, and had been injured in a skiing accident in the Alps. She was OK, but had finally resigned herself to the fact she would not be back in time to go with the other girls.

Sarah had hinted to her buddies about taking a girlfriend in Jenn's place if she couldn't come, and after hearing from her absent friend, passed the word on to the other six, persuading them to let her college friend Marissa come along to fill the vacancy. So, I was in, and suddenly nervous in a way I had not been for weeks. It had become too real, and I was going to have to live with Sarah and six other girls in very close quarters for a full, wild week.

Sarah had suggested a background for Rissa, and we practiced it and honed the details as I worked to master my feminine behavior. To cover any slips, I was the only girl child of a widower with four sons, so had been raised without female influence since I was a little kid. Sarah had befriended me at school, and had taught me most of what I knew about being feminine. That part at least was so true! That should cover any blunders into masculine behavior that I might suffer, as it could be explained as a throwback to my days at home. In addition, despite spending my childhood surrounded by father and brothers, I was very shy around other boys, explaining my reticence about getting too close to any during the party week. We picked a little town in Oregon as my fictional home, far from any of the colleges Sarah's friends attended. We chose that as I had spent one summer there with my real family, so I knew at least a little about the area.

Sarah had continued to fill in my wardrobe with the things that were inconvenient to share, even though most of her clothes fit me as well as they did her now. I had my own lingerie, some of it quite sexy. And I had some clothing to establish my independent style. There were a couple of one piece swim suits that while they covered me well, hugged my curves so closely I might as well have been naked. Sarah also brow beat me into getting a couple of bikinis, even though I couldn't imagine me wearing them. She had to force me to wear one of them to the college indoor pool so I could at least be used to them, just in case. Let me tell you, that was an experience! I had never been so uncovered in front of so many people in my life. But I survived, and privately I thought I looked pretty damn good, too.

For the last couple of weeks, Sarah got me out into public as much as she could. While it made me really nervous, she even set up a couple of dinner dates with some guys she knew. They knew she was engaged, and that she was off limits, so there was no problem there. That didn't stop them from scoping me out, though, and I had to fend off a little more male attention than I was really comfortable with. It did a lot for my confidence, though. It made me realize I could pass as a girl in pretty close quarters.

About a week before the break, Sarah sat me down to have a serious talk.

"Rissa, we need to understand some things before we go, and there are a few things left for you to practice." I hadn't a clue what she was talking about. "Rissa… no Jeff, I love you. And I am going to marry you when we graduate. But for this week, with my friends, we are a couple of girls out to have fun." I felt a knot starting to form in my gut. "That will mean being around boys, partying, swimming, drinking. There will undoubtedly be times when it is appropriate to get a little friendly with a guy. This is not love, I don't plan to have sex with anyone but you, but I do expect I will kiss a guy or two, and maybe do some making out during this week. That is part of the fun of spring break with a group of girlfriends. Are you going to be able to handle that?"

There was a really sick feeling in my tummy by now. "I don't know, Sarah." I looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. "This is what had me so upset when you started making these plans. This is what I was afraid of."

"Jeff, look at me." She forced my chin up and looked deep in my eyes. "Never doubt that I love you. I will marry you, and you are the only guy I want to spend my life with. Can you believe that?" I nodded uncertainly. "Really?" I tried to look down, but she wouldn't let me. She kissed me lovingly, our lipstick coated lips meeting, and caressing, tongues probing, and I finally sighed and nodded. "Good. Because it is the absolute truth. Nothing is going to happen this week to change that. Understand?" I nodded again, and kissed her with more than a bit of desperation.

She hugged me tightly and said "OK!" After she held me a minute, she went on. "There's more, Rissa." I noticed the switch in names, and felt dread again. "For this week, you are my girlfriend any time we are not alone together, and for safety, most of the time even when we are alone. But what that means, is that as part of your role, you will be with guys too. And there may be times when they expect a hug, and maybe even a kiss. You are a pretty girl, and you will attract a lot of attention. Girls always have the right to say no when attention goes too far, but too far is, usually, well past a kiss. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I had started shaking my head slowly while she spoke, but she gripped me tightly. "Jeff! Stop! Remember your role last year? In that role you had to kiss your 'boyfriend' a couple of times. You did it, didn't you?" I nodded hesitantly. "Well, this is no different. You are playing a role, and the script may call for a kiss or two, and maybe a cuddle. You did it last year, you can do it now! Right?" I looked pleadingly at her. "Right?" I slowly nodded.

I might have to kiss a guy? What would that do to my male image? What would that do, at least on a subconscious level, to Sarah's perception of me? My heart was pounding and my mind was in a whirl. Sarah saw the beginnings of panic and shook me. "It's just a role, Jeff! Just a role."

I sighed, and nodded my acceptance.

Sarah set up a double date for us to see a movie with another couple of guys she knew. It was Tuesday night, just a few days before we were to leave. Bill and Dave were tall and ruggedly handsome, something I could never lay claim to as Jeff, and I felt immediately intimidated. They were polite, and solicitous, opening doors, getting refreshments, escorting us by the arm as we walked, and their chivalry disarmed me, so that I started to relax. In the movie, Bill put his arm around my shoulders, but did not hold me tightly, so I let it go. Part way through the show, he pulled me lightly toward him, and guided my head to rest on his shoulder. I glanced over and saw Sarah in much the same position with Dave, and I felt a flash of jealousy, but she smiled at me lovingly, and I relaxed.

After the movie, Bill led me by the hand back to Dave's car, and I didn't pull away, knowing I had to learn this part of my role. He held the door for me to slide into the back seat, following me in. Again he pulled me to him and guided my head to his shoulder. We talked quietly as Dave drove and talked with Sarah in the front. We stopped at a coffee house, and the guys bought cappuccinos for us, then we sat and talked, sometimes all together, sometimes two couples talking independently. I had tried to keep my fears strictly under control, and as the evening progressed, I slowly relaxed. The guys kept up an easy conversation, and I found my answers about my classes, and my fabricated history coming easily. I also practiced the feminine art of drawing Bill out with questions, and showed interest in his answers, all as Sarah had behaved toward me when we were dating. She smiled at me across the table encouragingly, and that made me relax a bit more.

When they dropped us back at our apartment, they walked us to the door, and then drew us a little apart, so each guy could be alone with his date.

"I had a really good time tonight, Marissa."

I smiled at him. "Me too, Bill," and surprised myself by actually meaning it.

"Can I see you again?"

I hesitated, not sure how to handle this. "Um, Sarah and I are going to be gone all next week," I said weakly.

"Oh," came out a little disappointed, but then he brightened a little. "Do you have plans Thursday?"

"No," popped out before I thought it through. I could have kicked myself.

"Great! How about dinner then?" And before I could formulate an answer, he guided my chin up, and leaned in to kiss me on the lips, gently, lingeringly. In a bit, I heard Dave moving off, and Sarah's key in the door. Bill pulled back, leaving my mind confused, reeling. "I'll pick you up at 7." And he was gone.

I just leaned on the wall outside the apartment in a daze. Sarah finally stuck her head out and dragged me inside.

"So?"

I pulled my thoughts together. "So what?"

"So, how did it go? Was the kiss so bad? It didn't look like you were fighting it too much," she smirked.

"He caught me by surprise! He distracted me by asking me to dinner, and before I could figure out how to decline, he swooped in for the kiss!" I had tears leaking out of my eyes.

Sarah pulled me into an embrace and whispered, "It's ok. Hush. It's fine."

"But I kissed a guy!" I cried.

"Yes, you did. You played your role beautifully," she reminded me. I sobbed against her and she led me off to bed. She lovingly removed the panty and breast forms using the solvent, cleaned me up, and then made passionate love to me, making me feel like the studliest man on earth. God, I love this woman.

Wednesday was pretty much back to normal, at least as normal as it is for a guy to run around as a girl. I was used to walking the campus as Rissa by now, and thought nothing of it. In fact, it was hard to stay in character as Jeff when I had classes to attend. Whenever I went to the speech lab or Jane's office, shopping, eating out, movies, whatever, I was dressed as a girl these days.

Thursday after school, Sarah got me to bathe and shave, then did my makeup especially carefully.

"Are we going out tonight?"

She smiled and nodded. She pulled out her little black dress and helped me put it on. It hugged my figure like a coat of paint and showed off the cleavage my fake boobs created. Sarah lovingly fixed my hair, and just as she showed me the heavenly creature that looked back at me from the mirror, the doorbell rang.

"Who's that?"

She tugged me toward the door. "Let's go see!" she said brightly as I got an uncomfortable feeling.

The door opened and there was Bill. I'd forgotten all about dinner, but Sarah hadn't. I looked at her, and she smiled sheepishly.

"Wow!" Bill enthused. "You look fantastic, Marissa!"

Sarah kissed me on the cheek, stuck a black clutch purse in my hand, and pushed me out the door. "Bye! Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she shot at me, and then giggled.

I looked helplessly from her to Bill, then back. "But…"

"Shoo. Have a good time." And the door closed behind me.

Bill was all gentleman again, and looked pretty hot in his snug black jeans and gray shirt. He'd left a few buttons open at the neck so that curly dark chest hair peeked out. We went to a quiet little Italian restaurant, and ate a delicious meal accompanied by easy conversation. I learned more about Bill, his courses, his plans, his dreams, and he learned more about me. What Sarah and I hadn't worked up in the cover story I improvised staying as close to my life as I could; my major, plans after college, marriage, kids. I was surprised how well my own imagined future mapped to Rissa.

Afterward we walked hand in hand through the winding paths of the campus. We sat on a bench and talked some more, and Bill put his arm around me to ward off the mild chill in the air. This time when he kissed me, I was ready for it, and planned to keep it short and simple. Bill had other plans, and before long I found myself melting into his embrace.

This was so different from kissing Sarah! The rasp of his beard stubble against my smooth skin, his masterful directing of the kiss compared to Sarah's gentle passion. It was easy to just let him lead the way, and to follow along passively.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, lightly stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "You're a special girl, Rissa."

Boy, it he just knew how special!

He kissed me again, with more heat this time, and I was swept along, feeling my breathing grow ragged. His hands stroked my back, my sides, my cheek, down to cup my enhanced bottom. He continued the kiss, pulling me to him tightly, controlling me with his powerful embrace, and I started to lose sight of Jeff, of me. I began to panic, and Bill felt me tense, pulling back, saying "Shhh. It's ok. I guess I got a little carried away there. Sorry. You're just so damned beautiful, and I like being around you so much…"

I looked sadly at him. "I think its time I went home now, Bill." He sighed, then stood and offered me his hand, holding onto it as we made our way back to his car. He gallantly held the door for me and handed me into the car, then went around to the driver's side. The ride home was quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Walking me to my door, he held me back before I could unlock it. "Marissa, I'm sorry I came on so strong tonight. I lost control a little. It just seems so right to be with you, to hold you. It's so sweet to kiss you…"

"Bill, don't get stuck on me. I'm going to be gone next week, and I don't know if I'll be back." I touched his cheek carefully, and then stretched up to kiss him lightly on the lips, before turning to unlock the door and slip inside.

The apartment was quiet, and I turned off the single light Sarah had left on for me, finding my way to the bathroom in the dark. I switched on the light after closing the door and looked at the pretty, sorrowful face in the mirror. What had I done? Who am I anymore? I didn’t have any answers to give my reflection, so I quietly performed my nighttime ritual. I hand washed the lingerie and hung it to dry, then padded nude back to the bedroom, dress in one hand and shoes in the other. Quietly hanging the dress and returning the shoes to the closet in the dark, I slipped naked into bed beside Sarah. A tear slipped from my eye just as I felt her hand gently stroke my cheek, and she quickly hugged me to her.

"Rissa?"

"Shhh. Tomorrow." I gradually drifted off to sleep as tears leaked down my cheek to soak into the pillow.

I woke up the next morning feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton. I looked around with bleary eyes, and tried to bring my surroundings into focus. I felt like hell, and wasn't quite sure why. I felt a gentle stroking of my hair and heard a whispered, "Morning, sweetheart."

Sarah's arms came around me from behind and hugged me to her, mashing her bare breasts against my back.

"You gonna be OK?"

I shrugged, struggling to bring order to the chaos that swamped my mind.

"Want to talk about it?"

I wriggled around to face her, and drank in the lovely face of my fiancée. I searched her eyes for a clue of what was going on, and then felt my mind start to clear. My eyes slowly opened wide, reflecting the horror of my memories of the night before, and I tried to pull away from Sarah. She held me tight, and murmured in my ear, "It's ok, sweetheart. Everything is going to be ok."

I shook my head wildly, trying to push her away. "No! You don’t understand! You'll hate me!" I wailed. She held on, and I quit struggling, moaning "You don’t understand!" over and over.

She kissed me gently on the lips, and it felt wondrous. She whispered, "Tell me, please. Tell me what happened."

"I can't!"

"Why? Why would I hate you?"

"Because I did a terrible thing!"

"I love you. Nothing will change that. Tell me, please."

I searched her eyes, and saw the love shining there. I bit my lip and tried to look away, but she wouldn't let me.

So I broke down and told her everything, knowing she couldn't possibly love me after what I'd done, but knowing I had to tell her, be honest with her. When I finally ran down, she held me still. When she was sure I was done she asked gently, "What was so bad in that? Are you in love with him?" I shook my head. "Are you planning to dump me because of this?"

"No. But…"

"But nothing! Look at me. Do I look like I hate you? Do I look like I want to push you away? No. I still love you just as much as I did yesterday, and the day before. Maybe even more because of what you are doing for me, because of what you are going through because of your love for me."

"But I kissed a man!" I wailed.

She leaned in and kissed me passionately. "And I kissed a woman just now. What is so wrong with that?"

"Sarah! I'm a man, and it's not wrong for you to kiss me. It's wrong for me to kiss another man!"

"Listen to me, honey. You are acting out a role, a role that I have helped you create, and have pushed you deeper into. You have started living that role, and doing many of the things that are natural to that role. Last night you were a beautiful woman alone with a handsome man. A man that desired you. A man that made you feel good about being with him, and about kissing him. There is no wrong in that, no shame."

"But, how can you see me as a man, as your future husband, if I act as a woman. How can you ever see me as a man again?"

"I didn't fall in love with you because you are a macho man. I fell in love with you because you are you. It is you I love, not some hulking physique, and not some manly attitude. I loved you when I agreed to marry you, and I still love you when you have buried yourself in the persona of a woman. You are still the same person."

I clutched her to me, whispering "Thank you. Oh, Sarah, I love you so much!"

We cuddled for a while more while I regained my mental equilibrium, but finally Sarah said "Come on, we have to get moving. Just this one last day of classes, then it's off for a week of fun and sun. A week unlike anything you have ever had."

My, but she was a master of understatement!

I might as well have not even gone to classes that day, for all that I can remember from them. But that was not so different from everyone else. When the last class was over, I hurried back to the apartment where I found Sarah with our bags pretty much packed. She was just waiting for me to make sure there was nothing she missed. I searched carefully through my bag, and found not a stitch of male clothing, and once again the enormity of this undertaking crashed down on me. I sat on the bed by my suitcase, dazed and terrified before pulling myself back together. I scanned the bathroom and bedroom, but could find nothing else I wanted to take.

Sarah came to me hesitantly with the bottle of solvent. "We don't know exactly what the situation will be like this week, or when we might next have a chance. Please make love to me tonight, Jeff."

We set a record removing my prostheses, and then showered together. We made love in the shower, then again as we tried to make dinner in the kitchen, and finally several times during the night in our bed. Eventually, far too late into the night, we fell asleep in each others arms.

    The next day, Jane Hanford introduced me to Karen Watts, the speech therapist she knew, and my voice lessons started on the spot. That same day I spent a couple of hours with Jane, learning to walk like a girl. Sarah took me shopping for a few things, including a comfortable pair of tan women's flats, white heeled sandals, and some moderate heels in black. She also bought a pair of low-rider women's jeans a size larger than hers, though she had hopes my diet would make hers fit well enough in a few weeks.

Morning came really early that Saturday, but we had things to do, and a long way to travel. Sarah helped me get glued back together, and then inspected me carefully to make sure nothing was showing that would give the game away. After a light breakfast we were off.

We were both exhausted by the time we'd arrived in Lake Havasu and fought our way through the growing crowds to our motel. Sarah checked us in, and found that we were among the first of the group to arrive. We had two adjoining two bedroom mini-suites, so Sarah claimed key cards for both of us, and we hauled our bags to the rooms. The room was deceptively quiet when Sarah opened the door and poked her head in, but that didn't last long.

Suddenly there was a shriek of "Sarah!" and a blonde, pixy-sized whirlwind appeared and engulfed Sarah in a hug, pecking her on the cheek, while at nearly the same time looking past her to me and gushing "Oooh, this must be Marissa!" and before I knew it I was embraced and pecked just as Sarah had been. The pint-sized dynamo stepped back, holding onto my hand, and gave me an appraising once-over. "Guess we're going to have a little competition for the guys this year, won't we, Sarah?" Then called out "Kelly! Sarah and her friend are here."

Sarah finally got a word in edgewise, "Rissa, this is not the Tasmanian devil, hard as that is to believe. Her name is Marci, and she'll wear you out quicker than anything! Marci, as you've guessed, this is Marissa."

Marci's continuing appraisal was making me nervous, but I managed to get out "Nice to meet you, Marci. I've heard Sarah speak of you often." At the same time I was noticing her blue eyes, cute face, tiny figure, and breasts that should have looked too big for her build, but somehow looked just right.

Marci had a smile that kind of lit up the room. She gushed, "This is going to be a great week! Glad you could come join us." Then she finally let go of my hand and was off through the connecting door to the other suite yelling "Kelly! Where are you?"

Sarah had a rueful grin on her face. "Sorry about that. She can be kind of overwhelming when you first meet her."

I smiled back. "Yeah! I like her, though."

About that time I noticed over Sarah's shoulder another figure coming from the other suite. This one was tall, about my height or maybe taller. Her hair was a striking golden blonde, where Marci's had been pale. It was long, well past her shoulders, thick, and naturally (I assumed) wavy. Her piercing green eyes scanned over me before turning to Sarah.

Her voice was quiet and melodic, "Hi, Sarah. Good to see you again." Compared to Marci, Kelly was positively sedate, but she had a wicked grin as she turned to me, gave me a quick hug, and in a warm voice said, "Hi, Marissa, I'm Kelly. I'm so glad you could come with Sarah."

"Hi, Kelly. I'm glad, too."

She turned back to Sarah. "Well, I'd better get back to unpacking. Pick a room and make yourselves at home." With that she went back to the other suite.

"Come on, Rissa. Let's find a place and get settled in." Sarah poked her head into the two bedrooms opening off the sitting area, and then asked "Any preference?" I shook my head, so she took the one on the right, adjacent to the other suite. "Ok, let's go here."

I trailed along, and followed her example of unpacking my clothes into the dresser and closet, looking around as I did. It was a nice room, clean, not huge, but not crowded either. The queen-sized bed was looking pretty inviting about now after the travel, the continual worry about discovery and interacting with more people than ever as Rissa, and finally meeting the first of Sarah's friends.

"Sarah, I'm bushed. Would it be ok if I took a little nap?"

"Sure, honey. It's probably a good idea. If I know this group, we'll probably be on the move this evening, so a little rest would do you good. Gotta keep up, girl!"

Sarah wandered out of the bedroom and into the suite next door, and I heard the murmur of voices. I slipped off my shoes, crawled under the comforter, and was out like a light. I semi-surfaced a couple of times when I thought I heard Marci's shriek, and vaguely assumed the other gang members were arriving, but had no trouble dropping off again.

Some time later, I roused to someone shaking me by the shoulder. "Wake up, Rissa. Everyone's here and ready to go to dinner."

"Hunh?" I looked around, and saw from the dim light coming in the window that it was early evening, and I had slept more than an hour. "Ok. I'm up." I sagged back into bed.

"Up!" Sarah started tickling my ribs, which brought a giggle out of me, and got me moving. I checked my makeup in the mirror, refreshed the lipstick, and ran a brush through my hair till it was back in place. I was again thankful for the simple hairstyle that looked good on me. Taking a deep calming breath, I followed Sarah back into the sitting room.

Sarah spoke above the several conversations going on simultaneously. "Hey, everyone, this is Marissa."

"Hi!" I chirped into the quiet that fell, giving a little wave to the assembly.

"OK," Sarah started, "You've met Marci and Kelly. Over here is Julie, the one over there with the buzz is Sherry, then Lynn, and Sue was around here somewhere, oh, there she is." A brunette had just wandered in from the other suite. She had the longest hair I think I'd ever seen, easily reaching down past her very attractive posterior. And she was tall, probably six feet, and with the four inch heels she wore, she towered over me. She was also the curviest of the bunch, but with her height, it was impossible to call her plump. She strode confidently over to me and gave me a quick hug.

"Welcome!" Her voice was a rich alto, deeper than most women I'd heard, but musical.

The babble had started again, with more individual conversations going on than girls in the room. Not a few of them were greeting me interspersed with there exchange with one or more of the others. I managed to respond to most of the greetings, the ones I caught anyway, but otherwise kind of stood there in a daze.

Sarah came to my side, continuing to talk to Sherry, and squeezed my arm. "Takes a bit of getting used to, doesn't it?"

Suddenly the talking tapered off, and Julie spoke up, "Ok, it's decided. We'll go to Emelio's for dinner, and then hang together for the evening. The place is pretty nice, so everyone get ready and we'll head out about 9."

It was like a fire drill, bodies going every which way. Sarah managed to drag me back into our room before I got trampled. "Quick, get your stuff. We can share a shower to save time, but we gotta grab one before someone else does." Then she was gone, and I scrounged my shower stuff and a robe and ran after her.

Sarah was already in the shower before I got in there, and I stripped and joined her. She quickly soaped me up and I returned the favor. I would dearly have loved to spend a bit more time on her, but we rushed out, dried, and wrapped towels around our hair. I donned my robe while Sarah wrapped a towel around her, and we vacated, barely getting out before Sherry charged in already down to her panties and bra.

Back in our room I sagged back against the closed door. "Whew! How do you guys keep this up?"

"Practice," Sarah laughed as she pawed through the closet. She tossed me a halter-top mini-dress in a bright emerald green. "This would be great for you tonight."

I held the scrap of material up and examined it. "Sure I won't get arrested in this?"

Sarah grinned as she pulled out her LBD. "No sweat. You'll be one of the most covered girls there!" I pulled out some lingerie and stockings and started putting them on. "You can put the bra back, silly. You can't wear it with that dress!" Oops! I started my makeup. I'd gotten much better at it, but was not nearly as quick as Sarah. When I was satisfied I grabbed the blow drier Sarah had just finished with and started drying my hair. Again, thanks to the style, once it was dry, it only took a few brush strokes to have it ready.

Once more I picked up the dress and looked at it skeptically. "Are you sure about this?" Sarah just giggled.

I looked at the result in the mirror, and almost gasped. That was one hot chick, and I wanted her bad! Sarah laughed and dragged me out into the front room. "Quit admiring yourself sweetie! Leave that to the guys tonight." I blushed as the girls that were waiting for everyone else joined Sarah's laughter.

Lynn joined the fun, "Yup, she'll have more than a few tongues hanging out tonight wearing that dress!" I giggled even as I blushed bright red.

A few minutes later the eight of us trooped out the door and took the short walk to a nice restaurant just down the street. The talk at the table was just as lively and confusing as each girl seemed to carry on at least two conversations at once. I managed to join in some, but was mostly content to listen and pick up what I could of how these friends of Sarah's had been living the last few years. Mostly, it was variations on Sarah's college life, with a lot of talk devoted to men and sex. I felt a warm glow as Sarah described her fiancée and how much she loved him. Er, me. Whatever!

After eating, we adjourned to the bar area and commandeered a large table near the dance floor. Everyone called out drink orders to the passing waitress, and I settled for a margarita. Soon, guys were coming over asking various girls to dance, and Marci pulled me out on the floor to dance with her. I looked back at Sarah grinning at me, and tried to blend in with the gyrating bodies and stay somewhat near Marci.

By the time we got back to the table, Sarah and several of the others were on the floor, some dancing with another girl, some with guys. And so it went, normally with all but two or three of the girls out on the floor at one time. After a while, four of us were sitting together when four guys came over. They seemed to kind of pair up with a girl, and started talking. I was a little shy at first, but it got easier after a bit. I was still thankful when Sarah came back to slide in beside me. The guys were staying on a rented houseboat for the week, and invited us for a cruise tomorrow. Thankfully Julie demurred, saying there were eight of us girls and we wanted to spend time together.

One guy stood up and looked around the room, then said "Hold on a sec," before he headed out onto the dance floor. He returned in a minute with Kelly and her current dance partner. "This is Barry, one of my buddies. He and a few other guys also have a houseboat. How about we cruise together tomorrow? We can find a nice spot to drop anchor, tie the boats together, and spend some time as a big group?"

Barry waved at a few other guys and soon we had three more clustered around our table.

There was a flurry of conversation amongst the assembled girls as they looked over the merchandise. I wisely stayed out of it, even though I wanted them to say no. But this was their holiday, and I was along for the ride. It was finally decided we would give it a try. Apparently the girls were satisfied with what they saw. Arrangements were made, and couples drifted off to the dance floor or to other tables. I ended up dancing a few dances with Rick, one of Barry's friends, when he asked me and Sarah all but pushed me out on the floor. Then one from the other crew, John, got me to dance too.

We finally got back to the rooms after one a.m., with plans to meet the guys at ten. I fell in bed exhausted, and barely remembered Sarah snuggling against me as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Sarah got me into a bathing suit. She pushed for a bikini like she was wearing, but I insisted on the one piece. Sarah took one of my bikinis in her bag, saying I might want to change when I saw everyone else later. Over that we wore short shorts. Sarah had a short tank top, and I had a longer top that hid my swimsuit. We all went to the coffee shop in the motel for breakfast, then back to the room for beach bags.

We were only about ten minutes late meeting the guys, but I gathered from the girl talk that it was more or less the normal strategy. Barry led us out the docks, directing four of the girls onto John's boat, and then a little farther the rest of us climbed aboard another. "Ok, everyone, that's Will over there, Ted, Rick, and in case you didn't get it last night, my name's Barry. John, Will, Ken, and Steve are over on the other boat. Guys, this is Kelly, uh…"

Kelly chimed in, "Sarah, the short one's Marci…" Marci stuck her tongue out at Kelly, then giggled, "and finally, Marissa. Julie, Sherry, Lynn and Sue are on the other boat."

There were coolers of beer and soda available, and Ted whipped up some margaritas in the blender in the galley. After everyone had their drink of choice and a life preserver handy, we set sail. As we cruised, the guys sort of paired off with us girls, and I ended up talking to Rick relaxing on one of the couches in the cabin. I saw Kelly stretched out on the deck near the bow soaking up some sun in just her tiny bikini with Ted lounging nearby. Barry was piloting, with Marci watching. She eventually slipped between his arms to handle the wheel, while Barry handled her. That left Sarah sitting at a table just outside the cabin with Don.

About an hour later, everyone had stripped down to swimsuits to try to keep cool. It may have been early April, but the weather on the lake was saying summer. We found a secluded cove that looked like a likely spot and Ted dropped the anchor over the side, waiting till it hit bottom before tying off the rope. John brought his boat alongside and lashed it to ours. People started drifting back and forth between the boats, and drank, swam, sunbathed or chatted as it suited them. Sarah and I helped Barry set out snacks, and then drifted out to a clear spot of deck to stretch out in the sun for a while.

Sarah pulled out her suntan lotion and immediately there were a couple of guys there offering to help us out, so we relaxed on our tummies while they worked the lotion onto us with strong hands. I heard Sarah giggle and looked over to see that Will had untied her bikini top to get better access to her back, making me glad I'd stuck with the one-piece. He worked over her legs and back, working down her sides until he was massaging the sides of her breasts. Don told me to turn over, and started working up the front of my legs. By this time, we had been through several drinks, and everyone was getting relaxed. I saw Sherry sitting in someone's lap, and watched while he undid the strings of her bikini top, letting it fall. She shrieked and launched herself off his lap and into the water, still topless, laughing as she went.

A moment later, I heard "Tut, tut!" and looked over to see Sarah on her back, still sans bikini top, pushing Will's hands away from her breasts, but he just moved lower to continue applying the lotion. I gazed at her beautiful body, clad only in the skimpy bikini bottom, and wished I was some place alone with her.

I looked up at Don, who had finished coating (and caressing) every exposed inch of me. "Let's go get another drink," I suggested.

He helped me to my feet and guided me into the cabin with his arm around my waist. As we sipped the cool beverage, I noticed that Steve sat leaning against the cabin of the other boat, with Lynn seated between his legs. Her bikini top was also absent, and Steve rested his hands on her firm tummy, stroking lightly, straying occasionally up to caress the lower curves of her breasts.

A couple of the guys set out some food for lunch, and people drifted in to eat, and then back out to play or laze in the sun. Mostly, everyone paired off girl with boy, but partners would shift occasionally. As the afternoon passed, the pairings seemed to stabilize, as the guys and the girls found someone they wanted to spend time with. Since I didn't really care, I took whoever was left over when things settled, which happened to be Ted. I saw Sarah sitting with John, talking and occasionally laughing. Ted and I talked, sipped drinks, swam, with me managing to keep things light, mostly hands off in a friendly sort of way. But he turned out to be good company, and not offended by my desire to keep my distance.

Late in the afternoon, I thought I heard giggling and maybe a few moans from the cabin below, and glanced around, curious about whom was missing. I didn't see either Kelly or Sue, but couldn't really tell which of the guys might be out of sight. By this time, only Lynn still had her bikini top on.

As the sun slipped down toward the lakeside hills, we pulled up anchor and started back to Havasu. I looked around and realized that Sarah was on the other boat with John, so, for lack of better company I stayed with Ted. We settled down on the foredeck where we could watch the scenery, and Ted wrapped his arms around me as the air was cooling rapidly with the setting sun. We sat that way and talked, laughing about some of Ted's escapades in college, and some of the stunts he and his friends had pulled.

It was almost dark by the time we got back to the dock, and everyone had pulled their clothes back on over their suits. I was a bit alarmed to see that Sarah's boat wasn't behind us. When I asked Barry about it, he said they'd stopped at an inlet to take a look at a natural bridge, and would be along in a while.

Rick spoke up, "Hey, guys, how about we take these lovely ladies out for dinner?" This was met with agreement from Barry, Ted and Don.

Kelly looked around and saw Marci and Julie nodding, so said, "Sure!"

"Um, I'd rather stick around till the other boat gets back." I wasn't sure about going out without Sarah along, not to mention not wanting to leave her alone with John.

"Aw, come on, come with us!" Marci begged. "Sarah's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Besides, you need to learn to live a little, instead of sticking so close to her all the time!" She grabbed one of my hands, Kelly took the other, and they dragged me off the boat and up the dock, with Julie and the boys trailing behind. Well, what could I do? I'd promised Sarah I wouldn't be a wet blanket, so I guess we were going to dinner!

We ate tacos at a little place not too far from the docks, and then wandered through the shopping district, looking into all the tourist traps selling their cheap souvenirs. Ted held my hand as we walked, and I didn't bother pulling away. We stopped in a noisy bar that was packed with college kids, with music blasting so loud it was impossible to talk. The only table available seated four, so the other girls volunteered to sit on the guys' laps, which is how I found myself sitting on Ted, with his arms wrapped around me. Since his arms were occupied, he decided I needed to hold his glass for him to drink his beer, and we laughed as I sloshed it down his chin. After his second beer, he started nuzzling my neck between swallows, and the drinks made me mellow enough I didn't try to stop him. After all, I had to keep up my role, didn't I? He challenged me to a game of darts, which sounded like more fun than sitting in his lap, so I agreed. He wasn't too good, but then neither was I, and we laughed a lot at our poor shots, and the darts that bounced off the board.

When we got back to the table, only Julie and Barry remained. Julie explained that Marci had dragged Rick off somewhere, and not long after, Don had done the same to Kelly. Even with the extra chairs, Julie was still in Barry's lap, and Barry was getting pretty amorous. Just after we'd returned, he suggested they find some place a little more private, and led Julie out the door.

I looked at Ted, and he looked at me. He broke out into laughter, and I soon joined him. After another round, we left the bar as well, and wandered through the busy streets. There were sounds of parties everywhere, and the occasional sounds of passion from dark alcoves. Ted again held my hand as we walked, and eventually pulled me into some shadows, facing me toward him and putting his arms around me.

"Marissa, it's been great spending time with you today." He paused as if unsure of himself. "Look, I know you are somewhat shy and reserved. You were restrained today while the other girls were being kind of wild. I like that." He cleared his throat. "I like you, and I'd really like to kiss you now." He looked at me with a worried puppy kind of look, and I tried to think how to handle this. He must have taken my pause as agreement, because he quickly moved in and gave me a little kiss on the lips. More of a peck really.

I looked up at him in surprise, and then got a wicked little smirk on my face. "You call that a kiss?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to demonstrate a real kiss. He must have known more than his first peck indicated, because after a few seconds, when I was ready to end the kiss I'd started, he took over, and turned up the heat. Soon, his tongue was probing my lips, and I felt them part to allow him entry. Many long seconds later, when he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless, and hanging on to him for dear life. I looked at him dreamily. "Now that's a kiss!"

We started in the direction of my motel, but it took a long time to get there, because every time we passed a shadowed nook, he pulled me into it and demonstrated just how much he knew about kissing. I was having trouble remembering I was a guy. His kisses were definitely having an effect on me, and I was confused. When we got back to my room, he pulled me to him and kissed me again till my legs went weak. I finally pulled away and said, "I think I should go in now."

He took my key and opened the door, calling out "Anyone here?" When there was no answer, he nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Maybe you'd like a little company till someone else gets back?"

Ted scooped me up in his arms and headed toward the wrong bedroom door. I shook my head and said "Other one." So he corrected his course and was soon laying me gently on the bed. He settled down beside me and got back to the business of kissing me some more. His hands roamed over my back and sides, and I ran my fingers through his hair. He kissed down the side of my neck and across my throat. I was panting by this time, and rubbed my cheek against his, feeling the slight stubble of his beard. My mind knew I had to stop this, but I wasn't sure I wanted to.

The sound of the outer door opening finally brought me back to my senses, and I scrambled off the bed. I raked my fingers through my hair to straighten it, and tugged my top into place before heading out to the sitting room with Ted close behind. We found Sherry and Will locked in a passionate embrace until Sherry caught sight of us. "Oh! Hi! I didn't know anyone was here."

"Um, yeah. Ted was just leaving. Sorry to interrupt." My face must have been bright enough to light up the room. I dragged Ted out the door out of sight of the other two, and he pulled me to him for another heated kiss. When it ended I panted, "Night, Ted. I had a great time."

"Me too! Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I really don't know what the other girls have planned. I'd like to, but we'll have to play it by ear."

He sighed and said "Ok." One more lingering kiss, then I watched his back as he moved down the hall and out of sight. Back inside, the sitting room was empty, and I heard the murmur of voices from the other bedroom of our suite. The room Sherry shared with Lynn. I used the bathroom for the now familiar nighttime ritual and retreated to bed. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings as I tried to figure out what had happened to me tonight. I hadn't straightened anything out by the time I dropped off.

I felt arms wrap around me, and pried my eyes open to look at the lighted clock. 2:30 a.m.! I felt a kiss on the back of my neck, and hands stroking my tummy. For a confused moment I thought it was Ted, and almost said his name.

"Jeff, you awake?" It was Sarah! I squirmed around to face her, and she attacked my mouth voraciously. "God, I need you right now! Make love to me, Jeff. Save me!"

She pulled down the covers and worked feverishly to get the silicon panty off me, nearly too impatient for the solvent to do its job. When she finally got it free, she engulfed me in her mouth and worked at me feverishly till I was stiff and ready, then climbed on top and impaled her sopping slit on my manhood. It was a wild ride that night, with her climaxing three times before I knew what was happening, then a fourth just as I exploded.

She collapsed beside me, and lay inert as I stroked her hair and back. "God, I needed that." She raised her head to kiss me and whispered, "I love you, Jeff."

"What is it, Sarah? What happened?"

She looked away. "I almost gave in to him, Jeff. I was so hot, and he was there, and I almost didn't get back here to you in time." She sobbed. "I'm sorry, honey. I love you, but I almost gave in to someone else." She hugged me fiercely.

"Shhh. It's ok, Sarah. It's ok. I know, sweetheart, I know you love me. And I know its hard. But we love each other, and that's what's really important." I continued to stroke her hair and murmur in her ear until her breathing became regular and she drifted into sleep. I lay holding her and grappled with even more confusion now that this added complication had burst upon me. I was having severe doubts about the rest of this week. I wasn't sure if I would end up losing Sarah, or if she would end up losing me. Neither alternative was one I wanted to contemplate.

I slept restlessly the rest of the night, and rose at the first sound of activity beyond our door. I pulled on my robe and stepped into my heeled slippers, tucked the fake vagina and adhesive into my makeup case, and retreated to the bathroom. I showered without the appliance for a change, and then cleaned it meticulously. I used a blow drier on my hair and the appliance, and then carefully glued it back in place. I passed Lynn waiting at the door as I went back to my room.

Dressed in clean shorts and a crop top, I took one of Sarah's romance novels and settled on the couch in the front room. Over the next hour, various sleepy faces passed through, and eventually everyone collected in our sitting room before heading down to breakfast.

The scene at the table was becoming familiar, and words flew every which way among the various girls. I was now even able to almost hold my own in the babble, and answered questions about last night as I ordered my food, and complimented Kelly on her outfit today. I noticed Sarah was subdued, in a kind of role reversal from the other night, when I was the quiet one. She kept flicking worried glances toward me, so I squeezed her hand in reassurance and smiled my love at her. I found out from the conversation that the girls had arranged for us to go out with the same guys on their boats again today. That sounded as good as anything to me.

Back in our room, I replaced my bra and panties with one of the bikinis that Sarah had insisted I bring. Sarah was preoccupied and didn't comment as I half expected her to.

"Rissa, are we ok?" she said hesitantly.

I studied her worried face, and then pulled her down to sit beside me on the bed. "Sarah, I love you. That hasn't changed. As far as I'm concerned, we are just fine. But are you ok?"

She blew out the breath she'd been holding. "Yeah. I think so. I was just afraid I'd blown it last night. Afraid I'd hurt you, maybe even lost you."

I snorted. "You can't get rid of me that easily, girlfriend! Come on, cheer up. This is spring break! We're here to have a great time, so let's go do just that!"

She looked relieved, and finished pulling her stuff together for the day. We met the guys at the docks this time, since we knew where the boats were. Everyone seemed set on the same pairings as yesterday, so I ended up with Ted, despite my doubts, and Sarah was on the other boat with John. As I left her there to go on to Barry's boat, she gave me a worried look, and I flashed her a thumbs up sign and a smile. She looked relieved, and I was glad.

Not too far out into the lake, I noticed the other boats course diverging from ours, and asked Barry.

"Oh, those guys wanted to find a quiet swimming spot again, but we thought we'd cruise the shoreline and check out some of the scenery. It's really beautiful around here. We might hook up with them later, though.

I grabbed a soft drink, determined to keep the alcohol consumption down today in hopes of keeping my head clearer. Up on the forward deck I found a place to sit quietly and watch the hills and inlets drift past. As the heat increased, I stripped down to the bikini, and almost immediately Ted appeared with an offer to apply some suntan lotion. Laying face down on a towel, I drowsed as his strong hands kneaded the lotion into the skin of my legs, working his way up, over my bottom. I had a twinge of worry that he would detect the silicon curves, but he didn't. As he worked up my back, I felt the string of my top loosen and drop to the sides, and grinned just a little.

When Ted told me to turn over, I reached behind and retied the string first. I knew he wanted me to leave it off, but I wasn't ready for that yet. Yet? Why would I even think I would ever be ready for that? Certainly not till I had my own boobs instead of these plastic lumps. Hunh? What the hell was I thinking? The sun must be getting to me! I closed my eyes and tried to clear those really strange thoughts from my brain as my body soaked up the feeling of Ted massaging his way up my legs, then over my tummy, around the imitation mammeries, to finish with my neck and arms. I let out a sigh when he stopped, and wondered why I craved the contact so much.

Ted sat with me for a while, and we enjoyed the scenery together, sitting silent, or talking quietly as the mood struck us. He helped himself to several kisses during the morning. At lunch time, we anchored the boat while we ate, and then played in the water for a while before continuing our sightseeing cruise. Somehow, Ted talked me into going down into the cabin for a while, and we ended up on one of the bunks, touching, kissing, hugging. Before Ted could get too familiar, I called a halt, and gave him one more sensual kiss before retreating on deck. It was awhile before Ted came back up, and I smirked as I thought about how he'd spent that time.

We never did meet up with the other boat that day, and when we returned to the dock, it was already tied in its slip and deserted. Consensus was to go for a nicer dinner tonight, so we girls adjourned to the motel to clean up while the boys used their facilities on the boat. They agreed to pick us up in two hours.

The other girls never showed while we were getting ready, so a little apprehensively, I followed the other three out to meet the men. I wore my blue, Asian-themed dress with the dragon pattern. It ended well above my knees. White sandals with 4" heels and nude pantyhose completed the outfit. I wore large hoop earrings in my pierced ears and several bracelets on my left wrist. I tried to convince myself that I was just being conscientious by so carefully applying my makeup, but I was afraid it was really an attempt to impress Ted. I dabbed some scent in a few of the places Ted might nuzzle tonight, and checked myself out in the mirror. I decided I was ok. Maybe even better than ok!

I already mentioned that Sarah's friends are all foxy ladies, and the three with me tonight sure lived up to that! They were all looking hot! When we met the guys in the lobby, again about ten minutes late, they were looking really sharp as well. Barry had made reservations at a nice seafood restaurant that was an easy walk for us. I slipped my hand through Ted's arm as we walked along, leaning into him just to feel his closeness. He squeezed my hand against his arm and smiled down at me.

Dinner was excellent. One part of this girl thing was not bad! The part where the guy takes you to dinner, and pays for everything. The dance floor was quieter than the first night, and they played slow dances more often. Ted held me close as we danced, and I leaned my head against his shoulder, swaying with the music and following his lead. After several drinks and much dancing, the couples started drifting their separate ways as they had last night. We found our way back to my room, and were glad to find it deserted again. I was careful not to let Ted get too carried away as he groped and stroked, but found it hard to tame the kisses we shared. After a while I managed to calm things down, and we just cuddled in the bed.

I woke sometime later still cradled in Ted's arms with light spilling through the open door past a shadowed figure. "Oh, uh, Sarah, is that you?" I shook Ted frantically and almost pushed him off the edge of the bed. He finally roused and I practically dragged him out into the hall where I said goodnight with a quick peck on the cheek and fled to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the night.

I nervously slid into bed next to Sarah in the darkened room. I hoped she was asleep, but as soon as I was under the covers she pulled me against her and kissed me hungrily. When we separated, she asked, "You ok?"

"I don’t know!" I moaned. "I don’t know what is happening to me!"

"Tell me," she said gently.

"I seem to be losing myself in this person we've created. Every day I seem to slip deeper into Marissa, and come closer to burying Jeff. I'm scared, Sarah. I find myself wanting Ted. Wanting to make love to him, I think. But that is just crazy! Maybe I should get out, just be Jeff again, put this confusion behind me."

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. Calm down, baby. It's ok. This is just a role you're playing for me, and you are putting yourself into it the best you can. I don’t think there's anything to worry about. We'll be fine when we get back to normal. In the mean time, you promised me you'd do this to the best of your ability. I don't want you to spoil this week for my friends, ok? Just think of making this the best you can for them."

"But are you sure it will be ok?"

"I'm sure that I love you. And I'm sure that you love me. And those are the most important things, right?" I nodded. "So do this for me, ok? Just throw yourself into this whole-heartedly for the few days we have left. Can you do that for me, honey?"

I took a deep breath. "Ok." Then I remembered last night, and Sarah's turmoil. "But how are you doing tonight? Are you holding up ok with John?"

"Yeah, much better tonight. I think he's gotten it through his head that I won't end up in bed with him, and that has eased the pressure a lot. But I'm still pretty hot. Think you can help out again?"

Getting me out of my silicon prison wasn't the mad rush it was last night, but we didn't waste any time either.

When I finally drifted off to sleep I was plagued by strange dreams. I dreamed of making out on the bed with Ted, as we had tonight, but it was different. When he stroked my breasts, my nipples hardened and sent electric pulses to my groin, and when he had me so hot I couldn't take it, he plunged his manhood deep within me, making me shudder and gasp with ecstasy.

The dream feeling lingered as I awoke the next morning, and I felt a tinge of disappointment when I realized I was just me, Jeff, playing a girl. That passed quickly as I became aware of Sarah still asleep beside me, and the feel of her satin smooth skin under my fingertips soon aroused a definitely unfeminine response from my body. She stretched and grinned broadly, murmuring "Morning, lover."

"Hi, yourself!"

She twisted around to see the clock. "I suppose we don’t have time to fool around this morning." She planted a longing kiss on my lips and slid out of bed, stretching in all her naked glory. "See you after my shower!" She pulled on an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her tush, and wandered to the outer room on her way to the bathroom.

I lingered in bed a few minutes longer, and then gathered my bath things, adhesive, and camouflage, slipped into my robe, then followed Sarah. She was just drying herself off as I let myself in. I hung my robe on the door, then cleaned up myself and the appliance, and got Sarah to help me attach it. I showered quickly, but by the time I got back to the bedroom, Sarah was almost dressed in the uniform of the day, tight shorts and skimpy halter top over one of her bikinis.

I felt like doing something a little different, maybe impress Ted just a bit, so did my makeup quickly, brushed out my hair, then after Sarah left, slipped into my own bikini. I covered it with a red flared mid-thigh skirt, and a white blouse that was so sheer it did little to hide my bikini top. Instead of the flats I'd worn the past couple days, I stepped into some mid-heeled white sandals. I gathered what I'd need later into my beach bag before going to join the girls waiting to go to breakfast.

"Oo-la-la! Somebody is trying to catch someone's eye!" Kelly teased.

I blushed, but didn't try to deny it, instead settling onto the couch beside Sarah, shifting her arm to encircle my shoulders.

Breakfast was the familiar jumble of conversation, mixing gossip about mutual friends, observations about guys walking past, clothes, who scored with their guy the day before, hair, periods, and PMS. I let it wash over me, soaking up much more than I ever thought I could, and giving back as good as anyone. Sarah had a bright smile for me whenever she caught my eye.

The walk to the dock was just a continuation of the babble, as we moved around in a complex dance to talk with the right girl at the right time. The guys were loading supplies on the boats as we approached, and I hardly noticed when Sarah and the others peeled off at John's boat. My eyes were glued to the small group ahead who hadn't noticed us coming yet.

Ted was on the dock, intent on what he was doing, but looked up as Rick said something, and then looked our way. His face lit up in a huge smile when our eyes met. I'm not quite sure what was running through my mind right then, but I all but ran to him, flinging myself into his embrace, locking lips with him. I heard the girls giggling behind me, but I didn't care. I was where I wanted to be right at that moment. Sarah had said to throw myself into this character, and I intended to do just that! I found I couldn't admit, even to myself that I was enjoying this way too much.

Ted pulled back to look at me. "Wow! You look great! What's the occasion?"

"Thanks. I just wanted to see if I could attract any handsome males today, for a change!" I quipped at him.

He seemed to think about it for a moment, and then looked around. "It doesn't seem to be working! Guess you'll just have to settle for me."

Don shouted from the boat, "Hey, come on, guys. We'll lose the other boat if you don't step on it!"

I looked around and realized everyone else was already aboard, and scrambled on deck myself.

Both boats cruised together again today, and anchored off a sandy beach. The guys used some inner tubes to float the coolers and beach bags to shore, while us girls swam around and splashed one another. We lazed around the beach, sipping cool drinks and snacking, sunbathing, talking, spending time together. Each guy stayed pretty close to the girl he'd staked out, almost like claiming their territory.

From time to time, one of the swimming couples would disappear for an interval into one of the moored houseboats, and then would rejoin the mix, exchanging shy glances with each other. I noticed a time or two Sarah treading water by a boat, while John tried to urge her to join him on the deck, but she would splash him playfully and swim away. I'd notice her glancing my way with longing in her eyes, but she'd join Ted and me on the beach, soaking up sun until John rejoined her.

I managed to avoid the situation with Ted, partly because he knew I was reticent, and partly because I tried to avoid swimming near the boats. That is not to say we didn't share a kiss or three mixed in with occasional light petting, but we never got carried away. Even without my secret, it seemed almost better that way.

Back in town that evening, the whole batch of us piled into a couple taxis and went to a Greek place a little out of town. We sat around a big table drinking ouzo, eating stuffed grape leaves and other exotic delicacies, watching belly dancers and dancing some of the traditional dances. None of us had returned to the motel to change, and I felt a little self-conscious in my see-through blouse until I'd had a couple thimblefuls of ouzo. Then I loosened up a little.

One of the belly dancers tried to get the girls up dancing, and Ted, Rick, and Don all but pushed their dates out onto the floor. So I found myself more than a bit tipsy, in front of the whole restaurant with Marci and Kelly, trying to imitate the moves the dancer was throwing at us, and probably making a complete fool of myself. But I didn't care by that point. It was fun, and the whole group was giggling or laughing uncontrollably.

Back in town, the couples split off for some private time, and Ted took my hand and led me through the street, walking off my inebriation. I was pretty sloshed when we started out, and frequently found excuses to pull him into an embrace and play tonsil hockey. After a while, with a couple of good stiff coffees I was considerably more sober, but still managed to get my share of kisses.

We arrived back at the motel after one a.m., and I spent awhile saying good night outside the door before pushing Ted toward the elevator and slipping into the room. I found Sarah and John in each other's arms on the couch, still clothed, but each discovering how to arouse the other in many ways. As far as I know, neither noticed me as I slipped past into the bathroom to clean up, then on into the bedroom. I pulled on a light nightshirt that would protect my modesty, not being sure who might wander in during the night.

I came awake probably an hour later when Sarah slid between the sheets. "Hi," I mumbled. She didn't bother answering, just pulled me into a passionate embrace and proceeded to have her way with me. When we lay panting and spent, I asked, "Better?"

She drew in another couple of breaths, then said, "Yeah, thanks." After a short silence, "That was so hard. I wasn't sure I could hold out till I got in here to you!"

I said quietly, "You really like him, don't you?"

She stared into my eyes for a few moments, and then said, "Yeah. He's pretty nice."

"I'm holding you back, aren't I? You want him."

"No!" But it was too fast, and she knew it. She whispered weakly "I'm sorry, Jeff, but yeah. Yes, I do."

"Marissa."

"Hunh?"

"Remember, I'm your girlfriend Marissa this week. Jeff is gone, for the moment."

"Meaning?"

"Have fun, Sarah. You deserve it. Next week, Sarah and Jeff will be the stodgy engaged couple again, but for this week, don't worry about Jeff."

She pulled our bodies tight together and nuzzled my cheek, whispering in my ear, "Are you sure?"

I held her back so I could look her in the eye, enforcing my words with the feelings she could read in me. "Yeah, I really am sure."

After she showered me with kisses, she whispered "Thank-you."

The next day, Ted and I skipped the outing on the lake and found things to amuse us around town, including some time together in my room. We played in an arcade for a while, drank a few beers, and had fish tacos for lunch. I pulled Ted into a beachwear shop and browsed the wares just to see how the girls dared to dress in public these days. I thought my bikinis were revealing, but one of mine would have made four or five of these! Ted teased me about them, and worked on me till I agreed to let him buy one for me. But I made sure he knew it was for a private modeling session only! There's no way I'd let anyone else see me in that thing.

Ted was anxious, and all but dragged me back to the room, and I laughingly followed along. In the room, I closed and locked the door, leaving the light off so the room was dim.

"Ok, first the ground rules. I will model that piece of string for you, but no touching! It would be too easy to get carried away with essentially nothing between us."

"Aw, Rissa!"

"Promise me, or it's no deal."

He gave a theatrical sigh. "O. K.", and slumped down to sit on the bed, but broke into a chuckle and his hang-dog look became a big grin.

"Oh, you!"

I turned my back to him and moved as far away as I could, all of about four feet in that little room. I pulled my tank top over my head and dropped it, then unfastened my bra, letting it drop to the floor. Picking up the pieces of the new suit, I studied awhile to figure out which was top and bottom, and how it went on. I finally wrapped one of the pieces around me, and Ted hopped up to tie it in back for me, before falling back onto the bed. I tugged it this way and that, my back still toward him, but couldn't make it cover any more skin. My imitation areoles were threatening to peek out from behind the minuscule scraps of cloth that the tiny strings tried to hold in place. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure about this. I hoped all my glued edges were properly and smoothly attached and concealed!

Next I kicked off my sandals, dropped my shorts, and peeled down my satin panties. Glancing over my shoulder to make sure Ted was behaving, it was almost as if his tongue were hanging out! I hurriedly pulled the suit bottom up my legs and settled it in place. The bit of material barely covered the fake patch of pubic hair and molded itself to my man-made anatomy, so the contours of my ersatz slit were obvious. Thank heaven the silicone panty was so life-like.

I took a deep calming breath, then another, and finally turned meekly around, my cheeks already starting to burn.

Ted sucked in one noisy breath and let it out in a quiet whistle. "What can I say? Wow! You are one hot lady, you know that?"

"Um, thanks. You think so?"

"Oh, yeah!" He started to rise, but dropped back when I tut tutted. I walked by the bed, turning and posing, putting on what show I could in the limited space, while Ted made appreciative noises. Finally I leaned over and pecked him on the lips, intercepting his hands before they reached my bare skin.

Backing away, still facing him, I reached behind and untied the top, which promptly fell away. Pushing the bottom down, I was completely naked before him. I let him look for a few moments, then scrambled back into my clothes and tackled him on the bed. That whole exercise had made me so hot! I took it all out on him, while managing to keep all my clothes on and his hands off anything that might give me away. I found myself longing for real equipment.

We worked out the passion after a while, each being aware we couldn't go where we wanted to, and eventually calmed down, though with great difficulty. Finally we left the room, and wandered down to the dock to wait for the boats to return.

After dinner, we all went to a bar that had a live band. It was crowded, so we paired off and hit the dance floor, keeping our eyes open for a table freeing up. Eventually we got one, though it was not big enough for all of us. We solved that by keeping several couples out on the dance floor all the time, then trading places to sit, rest, and sip drinks.

The band was pretty good, and mixed fast and slow tunes. I found I liked the slow dances better now, so different from that first night I'd danced. Slow dances gave me the chance to move in close to Ted, and rub against him, or rest my head on his broad chest, even occasionally stealing a kiss. I noticed Sarah was getting pretty worked up dancing with John. They were one of the first couples to drift away for the night.

I talked Ted into getting me back a little early, as I hadn't been getting much rest so far this week. I made it up to him a little with the way I bid him goodnight. I got all cleaned up and crawled into bed, but sleep came slowly as my mind grappled with thoughts of Ted, and of Sarah and John. When I did finally sleep, I had vivid dreams, disturbing dreams. Sarah was a bride, with Jeff giving her away to John, who was the groom. In another, Ted held my hand as I gave birth to our child. Yet another featured Sarah and I naked on a big bed, holding hands and kissing while Ted entered my vagina, and John shot his load into Sarah.

I might as well have not have made it to bed early as I was exhausted when I pried my eyes open. It was a long painful climb to pull myself up out of slumber, with strange thoughts wafting through my brain, and fleeing before I could examine them. When I had roused enough, I became aware that Sarah was not in bed with me. When the cobwebs cleared a bit more, I realized that her side of the bed was undisturbed. She had not been back at all last night.

I had just made it upright when Sarah strolled in, looking a tad guilty when she saw me. She was still wearing the clothes she'd had on last night, and her makeup was all but gone. She gave me a sheepish grin. "Hi."

"Morning," I responded, then couldn't help smiling, "Have a good night?"

That broke the ice, and she showed a real smile then, and gave me a sisterly hug. "Yeah, it was all right. Really good, in fact. You?"

I pecked her cheek. "That's good. I sent Ted home early so I could get a little rest last night. Someone's been keeping me up half the night recently." Sarah giggled.

I headed off to the bathroom, for once, not having the prospect of reattaching the faux vagina. Sarah entered almost immediately, and we showered together, soaping each other and teasing the sensitive spots. Back in the room, we dressed together, and did our makeup and hair. Before we left the room, Sarah pulled me to her, kissing me deeply. "Thank-you, sweetheart. I love you!"

"Me too!" And I returned the kiss with interest.

The guys had made arrangements for a ski boat for the day. Knowing that, I wore my one piece suit again. We cruised the houseboats out near the shore by an open section of the lake, anchored them and tied them together. Then we took turns water skiing or riding in the ski boat, while others were on the houseboats partying and lazing about. I thought it worked out well to have worn my one-piece, as some of the other girls lost their tops while skiing. But then, all of them but me spent at least part of the day topless anyway.

It seemed that occupancy was higher in the sleeping quarters on the boats, and I noticed times that each girl was out of sight for a while. Sarah was taking full advantage of my offer, it seemed.

That evening, Ted disappeared without a word sometime after dinner. No one seemed to know where he was. I tagged along with the rest of the group for a while, but felt like the odd man out, even though the other guys danced with me and bought my drinks. I headed back to the room early, determined to catch up on my sleep. I know Sarah didn't disturb it, as she didn't come back again that night.

Next morning, Ted was no where in sight as the boats were readied for the day. I slipped away by myself when no one was looking, and moped around town for a while, then holed up in my room the rest of the day, wallowing in self pity and wondering what I'd done to chase Ted away.

Well, not really wondering. I knew. I just didn't want to admit it. All the other guys were getting it from their girls, and Ted had finally reached his limit for putting up with me. He'd moved on to greener pastures.

That evening I forced myself to go out. I had a burger in a bar, had a few drinks, and danced with a few guys. I made sure to buy my own drinks so as not to build up any extra expectations. I had fun, and the guys were mostly nice, but I was uncomfortable on my own, and besides, it wasn't the same without that someone to spend the time with.

I headed back to the motel about nine, and found Ted sitting on the floor with his back against our door, head resting on his knees. I stopped down the hall, not sure I wanted to talk to him, but he must have heard me because his head came up. I saw a relieved smile spread over his face, and he got up and hurried toward me. I just stood and waited.

"Marissa, I'm glad you’re here. Can we talk?"

"Ok." I said woodenly, not moving.

"Um, inside?"

I moved to the door, unlocked it, and closed it behind him, then stood waiting near the couch.

Ted didn't seem to know how to react to my lack of response, because he stood looking at me, wringing his hands for a few moments.

"Marissa, I'm sorry. What I did was mean and cruel, and so pointless!" He stopped to judge my reaction, which was a blank stare. He looked down. "I was so frustrated at your refusal to get close to me. I mean, I respect you for it, and I respect your right to make that decision, but it was so frustrating to watch the other guys, and to be so close to you, and to be unable to do any of the things I wanted to." He looked up at me again.

"I understand." Again spoken with little inflection.

"So, anyway, it just kind of boiled over last night, and I skipped out. I found a bar, and hooked up with a pretty little girl. She seemed to like me, and was willing to give me what I wanted. We spent the night together at her place, and much of the morning." It was like he was waiting for me to say something, do something. But I could find nothing to say, so I just stared at him.

"You know, I found out something really important though Marissa. I found out I'd rather spend the time with you and skip the sex, rather than have all the sex I wanted with some other girl."

I felt the ice around my heart melting, but I wasn't ready to forgive just yet. I just continued to look at him.

He moved carefully up to me and took both my hands in his, looking deep into my eyes. "Marissa, I want to spend the time with you, no pressure, and no demands. I want a second chance. Can you forgive me?" He pulled my hands up and gently kissed the back of each, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Finally a sob bubbled up my throat and burst between us. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against his muscled chest, clinging for dear life. He held me for a while, and then lifted my chin so he could kiss me gently, lovingly, longingly on the mouth.

I wasn't expecting Sarah back again tonight, so I led Ted into the bedroom, closed the door, and pulled him into my arms. Several long kisses later I stepped back and kept eye contact with him as I shrugged out of my clothes, one piece after another, till I stood nude in front of him. I turned to the dresser and pulled out a long nightgown, lifting it over my head and letting it drift down my body. Ted watched, mesmerized. I moved slowly up to him and started pulling his T-shirt up, and finally he moved to raise his arms to help. Tossing that in the corner, I captured his gaze again, and started working on the button on his jeans, opening the zipper, and sliding them down, sinking slowly to my knees as I moved them down his legs.

On my knees now, I finally looked down, and untied his shoes, helping him slip them off while stepping out of his pant legs, and sliding the socks off his feet. I then rose just as slowly as I'd slid down, running my hands over his hairy legs till I hit his briefs. Glancing down I noticed the bulge in the front growing, then looked up with a mischievous grin and said, "Now, now, none of that! Rules haven't changed. Be a good little boy or I'll have to send you home!" Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to mine.

When I finally broke the kiss I pulled him to the bed, slipping under the covers and holding them back for him to join me.

"Rissa, are you sure about this? I'm not sure I can hold back being in bed with you."

"You can do it, honey. I have faith." That was all it took, and he was down beside me, pulling me into his arms and a deep kiss. I felt his hardness pressed against my tummy, but I was sure he would behave himself. We kissed and touched for a long time before I settled down to sleep, my head resting on his shoulder, and his arm around me.

I don't know how Ted did that night, but I slept wonderfully, and woke rested, spooned against his back. It was much easier coming awake this morning, and I just lay there for a while, stroking his back and sides before he finally started stirring. Turning toward me, we shared a deep kiss before I scampered out the door to the bathroom. When I returned, hair still wet from the shower, Ted still laid there, back against the headboard, hands resting easily behind his head, a big smile on his face. I smiled back, then dropped the nightie and started blow drying my hair. I knew I'd never have trusted my disguise enough to do this if the drapes hadn't muted the light considerably. I pulled on a bikini and set about applying makeup. Finally, I pulled a tube top down over my head and stepped into my shorts and sandals, before tossing his clothes at him.

"Shows over, lazybones. Time to get a move on!" He dressed quickly and headed off to the bathroom.

I followed him as far as the couch, and sank onto the cushion, smiling sheepishly back at Lynn who was sitting there with a knowing grin on her face. "You go, girl!"

I laughed easily, and she added, "Really, Rissa, it's great to see you coming out of your shell."

I smiled wistfully, "Yeah, well, I'm not there yet."

Ted was just coming out of the bathroom as Sarah let herself in the front door. She glanced at him, then looked quizzically at me, then at Lynn, who nodded her head, then back at me. She smiled a little, then wordlessly went to our room, before hurrying into the bathroom to get cleaned up. She came out a few minutes later with one towel wrapped turban style around her head, with another around her body, and rushed to our room to dress. She was the last one out to join the group, and all nine of us headed down to breakfast.

Ted got a few sly grins from the other guys as we arrived back at the houseboat. Today was the last full day the guys had the boat. We spend it a little different. Cruising out onto the lake, we headed north, traveling for over an hour before we sighted some other boats ahead. We pulled in slowly to find a dozen or more houseboats lashed together to form a fair sized island. We joined them, and soon people were spilling over from the other boats to ours. Sarah's boat tied up just behind us.

We'd spent most of the week paired off as couples, and that seemed to be long enough for most of the girls. I noticed as the bodies moved about that new pairings where happening, girls drifting off with new partners, guys hunting for new game. Several good looking guys hit on me as we partied and swam, but I was content to stick close to Ted mostly. Many of the girls didn't bother keeping their tops on, and the mood was festive, with just a hint of desperation, as everyone would be heading home in the next day or two.

The cabins on all the boats seemed to be occupied much of the time, and I once noticed Sarah slipping below with a blond muscled hunk, only to reappear looking somewhat disheveled some time later. Later still she was spending time with John again, and I noticed them sneaking into one of the cabins then, too.

The beer and margaritas were constant, and as the day progressed, inhibitions faded. By late afternoon, not a few girls were completely naked, as were some of the guys.

At one point, Ted took my hand, and gently led me toward one of the cabins, frequently glancing back at me for any sign of resistance. I came along slowly, but willingly. Once inside, we started kissing passionately. All those naked bodies, and the knowledge of what had transpired below decks all day had worked us both to a high heat, and we needed relief.

Ted pulled me down on the bed, and we continued to kiss and caress. I gently deflected any moves to remove my suit, or slide his hands under it, but let him direct my hand down to his crotch. His hand guided mine into a rhythm of massage, which I maintained when his hand returned to seeking my exposed flesh. After a time, my hand, almost of its own accord, slipped under the waistband to cup and caress his manhood directly. A moan escaped his lips, and despite a mournful voice wailing in the back of my mind, I began to experiment, sliding a fingernail smoothly along the length, gently kneading the scrotum and its contents, grasping and sliding my hand along his member. Eventually I scooted down, and nipped at the tiny buds on his hairy chest, licking and sucking lightly on first one, then the other. I kissed my way down the line of denser hair to his navel, inserting my tongue, then blowing on it to chill the damp flesh. I heard a rumbling chuckle from somewhere above, and assumed he liked this. Scooting down farther, I slid both hands under his waistband and tugged his shorts lower, exposing a sizeable tool, stiffening, but not fully erect. Gazing at it as I ran a finger lightly up and down the length, I wondered at what I was doing. Was this too far? Was I too much into this role? Somehow the answers didn’t mean too much to me right then, even though both answers were yes.

Shoving thought aside, I leaned forward to lightly kiss the tip. My mind kind of shut down at that point, as I proceeded to give oral pleasure to the man who'd been so good to me this week, and had put up with so much frustration, watching his mates receive satisfaction as he was denied. I put my all into this unfamiliar activity, wanting it to be the best for him.

My mind didn't really surface again till the shock of the water as we jumped off the side of the boat, hand in hand. I came up spluttering, and splashed him playfully, before swimming away as fast as I could. He caught me easily, and pulled me under to share an underwater hug and kiss that only ended when we both became desperate to breathe. I surface gasping for air, then laughing gaily. I pushed him away and swam back to the boat. Finding a bit of clear deck space out of the main traffic flow, I settled down to soak up a little more sun before vacation ended. Ted lay down beside me, resting with only our little fingers touching to keep a connection.

As it always must, the day ended, and boats cast off, heading back to town. We had the same guys going back, but the female crew complement was different. My three friends had found new companions and another ride back, it seemed. But the guys were not lonely, as the new crew was as affectionate as the past members, and just as uninhibited in the clothing department. As we neared the dock, one of the clearer heads urged the most exposed girl to at least cover up her nether region. Actually, they were all in a state that passes for decent these days before we docked.

The guys and gals from our boat found a place to eat, and my practice with Sarah's friends let me fit right in with the girlish chatter and the female ritual of joint potty breaks. They were fun to be with, but I missed Sarah and her friends. These girls were just as guy crazy as the others, and after the after dinner drinks and dance, the couples started drifting off for some privacy. Ted and I lingered over one last drink, chatting amiably, both trying to ignore the fact he was leaving tomorrow.

Out of nowhere, he popped a question, "Stay with me tonight?"

I looked in his eyes. "Can you keep the same rules?"

He sighed, "Yeah." He held my hand. "Rissa, one of these days, I'd really like to break that rule. But not tonight, I promise."

I smiled just a bit sadly, "Maybe someday, if the time is ever right." I gulped the last of my margarita for an extra ounce of courage, and then tugged him toward the door.

The cabin on the houseboat was even more cramped than the motel bedroom, the bed considerably smaller. At least each guy had his own bunk, so I wouldn’t have to worry about someone else joining us in the sack. Well, not because it was his place to sleep, anyway.

"Got anything I can sleep in? My nighties are all back at the room, and I'm not sure I want to tempt you by sleeping in the buff." I gave him a naughty smirk.

He rummaged through his stuff to find a clean white T-shirt and some clean boxers. I stripped right there, within easy reach of him, and pulled on the clothes that even clean held his lingering scent, but he behaved. I had to use a piece of string he found to bunch part of the waistband of the boxers together to keep them from falling off. I went to the head and washed off my makeup, finger brushed my teeth, and then rejoined him in the cabin, sliding under the sheet as he got ready.

We kissed and petted, him staying within the boundaries I'd set no matter how much I wanted him to be able to cross them. Knowing what would happen was the only thing that kept me from crossing those boundaries myself. Eventually we settled in to go to sleep, again with my head cradled on his shoulder.

I woke first in the morning as pale gray light filtered in the tiny window. Our arms and legs were tangled together, with his elbow in a place I would not have allowed had he been awake. A glance at the other bunk confirmed it was vacant, so I decided on a special wakeup for our final day together. Sliding down under the covers till my head was at the right spot, I fished his flaccid member out of his shorts and slipped it into my mouth, marveling at the difference in feel from its stiff and ready state the day before. Slowly it expanded and filled my mouth to its fullest, returning to that satin over steel feel I'd first tasted yesterday. It took Ted a lot longer to awaken than his manhood, but I kept the pace slow and gentle, and before he climaxed, he was fully aware and stroking my hair gently. We kissed some more afterward, and held each other quietly, neither wanting to say goodbye yet. When I started hearing other activity on the boat, I stepped out of my borrowed night clothes and dressed under Ted's watchful gaze.

"God, I can't believe how beautiful you are, Marissa. I wish…"

"Shhh. I know, but it just can't be, at least not right now." I had to pause to get my voice back under control. "Thanks for making this week so special for me. I've loved nearly every minute of it!" I gave him one last kiss full of longing for something I would never have, and rushed out the door. I was a tangle of conflicting emotions as I made my way through the early morning to our motel. I was terrified at what was going to happen next, not really sure if the fear was for returning to my life as Jeff, or that I might not be able to. I had changed this week, in ways I am sure I had no clue about yet. Life would be different in the future, but how? And what was in the cards for Sarah and me? Would we lose each other? Was our love strong enough to pull us back together, after what we each had experienced this week? I had found no answers to those questions by the time I slipped into our room.