Marriage is a Compromise: 2

 

Giving in to money concerns and under pressure from his wife to help them better their
financial situation, Parker considers moving from being a waiter to a more lucrative
career in Waitressing. Soon, though, things are moving much faster than he'd expected
and he feels his old self slipping away. His reinvigorated sex life with Olivia, though,
inspires him to press onward.
I don't know if this chapter warrants an X rating or not, but it is certainly the most graphic
story I have ever written.

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Author's Note: As always, I love to read your comments and critiques. ~Clara.
 
This version of Marriage is a Compromise: 2 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar. ~Sephrena.
 
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people . ~Sephrena.

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Chapter 2
 

It was after two in the afternoon on Sunday when Parker woke. He'd always been an early riser and he hadn't really gotten the hang of his new schedule. He glanced to the other side of the bed and saw that Olivia was already gone. With a contented sigh, he pushed back the bed covers and sat up, immediately aware of his clothing. The lace trim of the baby blue nightgown played around his chest as the oversized garment ballooned, then settled around him, causing him to chuckle at the silliness of how he'd appear to a stranger.

At the foot of the bed, where he always placed his robe, he found a bed jacket that matched the nightie Olivia had dressed him in. As silly as it seemed to wear it, the idea of appearing before Olivia wearing it seemed playful, in a sexy way, so he pulled it on and tied off the belt.

When he began to walk, he felt an odd, slightly sore sensation coming from his rear end. When he stopped at the master lavatory to deal with relieving himself, shaving and brushing his teeth, each movement seemed to pull against the irritated area in his fanny. It was an odd and uncomfortable feeling, but it reminded him of the greatest sexual feeling he'd ever had in his life, and even though the thought of what Livy had done to him in order for him to achieve those feelings caused him a little embarrassment, he longed to repeat that feeling sometime soon.

Before leaving the bathroom, he brushed his shaggy hair and looked at himself in the mirror. Actually, he didn't look as silly as he'd expected. "Well," he muttered to his reflection, "aren't you a pretty little thing?" He smiled at how weird the last week had been. He checked his appearance once more, then he headed downstairs to see Livy.

Everything was quiet, though. "Liv?" he called. "Livy? Are you here?"

Silence.

He looked out the window and saw that her car was gone, so he returned to the bedroom to, with just a bit of reluctance, change.

Boxers, gym shorts and a tee shirt donned, the nightie folded and placed beneath Olivia's pillow and her bed coat hung in the closet, Parker finally picked up his phone from the charger. That's when he saw Olivia's texts.

The first one read:

'I WOKE UP AT 9. YOU WERE STILL ASLEEP AT 11 SO I RAN OUT TO DO SOME SHOPPING. I MIGHT BE A FEW HOURS, BUT ILL BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN.'

The second one, sent at 12:30 that afternoon read:

'I'LL BE HOME BY 3 OR 3:15. WE'RE IN GOOD SHAPE WITH OUR BILLS AND WE HAVEN'T BEEN OUT TO DINNER IN MONTHS. LET'S TRY THAT NEW PLACE OUT IN LEICESTER TONIGHT. SEE YOU SOON. LOVE YOU.'

Parker shrugged as he texted back, 'SOUNDS GOOD. SHOULD I CALL FOR A RESERVATION?'

Within seconds, Olivia texted back, 'I DID ALREADY. DINNER AT 7. LEAVING HOUSE AROUND 6:15. ON MY WAY HOME. BE THERE IN 30 MINS.'

Well, so much for a lazy day in shorts, but it would be worth putting on a shirt and tie to have a nice meal and a night out with Liv. Last Tuesday, before he'd met with Pootie, Parker had been scared that he and Livy were headed for a separation until the strike was over. All that had disappeared with the job at The El Camino and last night had been... well... insightful, to say the least.

"Park! I'm home!" Olivia called as she entered from the garage door into the kitchen. She could hear the vacuum cleaner running in the TV room, so she left her pile of bags on the kitchen table and headed that way.

When she tapped his shoulder, he jumped at her touch. "Oh, Hey." He smiled and shut off the vacuum. He stood taller and kissed her cheek. "I didn't hear you."

"I know, I tried not to scare you." She looked him up and down and Parker could see a bit of disappointment in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, Nothing." She forced a smile. "I was just hoping... never mind." She headed back to the kitchen.

Confused by her behavior, Parker followed, "Hoping what, Liv? Was I supposed to do something? I dusted and vacuumed. The kitchen was already clean. Was I supposed to do something else for you?"

Olivia stopped at the kitchen table, turned and shook her head, a smile on her face. "No, babe, you weren't supposed to do anything for me and I appreciate all your work, I just... Well, I was just hoping to see you wearing my nightie when I got home."

Parker thought she was kidding, so he laughed. "What?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, Park. I just thought you looked nice on you and I was hoping... Oh, never mind. I'll see you in your new nightie tonight."

Before he could ask about that, Olivia continued, "I bought a lot of stuff for you. I know that money is still tight, but, like Pootie told you, it's all just a business investment, right?"

"Business investment?" Parker muttered, but Olivia didn't hear and just continued talking as she picked up a small back from CVS and handed it to Parker.

"I guess we should start with this."

He looked into the bag and saw a bottle of Nair hair removal cream.

"You cover yourself with that." Olivia was organizing the bags as she spoke, "Wait ten minutes and rinse it off. It works well, but since this is the first time you're using it, you may have to do it a couple of times. It'll burn a little, but I got you some very nice body oil, too. That will soothe your skin and make it feel nice."

"Livy..." Parker tried to get her attention, but she was focused on what she was doing.

"I picked up a couple of different style bras, all in an A cup, I figured you wouldn't want to go too big right off the bat."

"Liv..."

"And I got you a black skirt and the kind of white blouse that Pootie said would fulfill the requirements of the club."

"Wait, Wait, wait!" Parker finally got her attention. "You spoke to Poot?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"I called him this afternoon from Lord and Taylor, why? Am I not supposed to talk to my brother-in-law?"

Parker was very confused by what was going on. "I don't care if you call Pootie or not, Liv, but I am not going to dress like a woman to wait tables."

"Why not?"

"What!? Why not!? Because... because I'm not gay, Liv. I'm not going to start sashaying around as if I am. What would you think of me if I did?"

Olivia closed the bag she'd been rummaging through and put her hands on her hips. "Frankly, I'd think you were doing your best to try to get us a little bit ahead after we've suffered such a big loss."

"But that's not the point, Liv. It's just... not normal."

"What's not normal? People wear skirts and blouses every day."

"Yeah, women."

"And men."

"What men?"

"The men you work with, Parker. It's perfectly normal for men to wear skirts and blouses, there, right? That's what you told me last night, right?"

"Yes, But..."

"And those men, the ones in skirts and blouses, make more than you do, right?"

"Yes, But..."

"How many hours do I work every week, Parker?"

Momentarily derailed by this sudden change of topic, Parker stuttered out, "What? Work? Well... I don't know... forty, forty five hours a week."

"Try sixty to sixty five hours a week, Park. Sixty hours minimum. I don't think you've ever worked a sixty hour week in your entire life, but I do it every single week, Parker, so that we can live a comfortable life. Have I ever complained about it?"

"No, Liv, you never have, but..."

"Now, we've lost THOUSANDS of dollars since this strike began at Allegro, Park, and our savings have all been used up. All we need to wipe us out right now is an unexpected car repair, or a leaky roof, or a burst pipe. That's it it, Parker. One big expense and we are done. You do understand that, right?"

"Ok, yeah, I guess that's true..."

"Guess!? For crying out loud, Parker, you're an accountant! You need to start thinking like one."

"Ok, Livy, you're right. We're not out of the woods, yet. I understand that."

"Alright, then. I am contributing everything I possibly can to keep us afloat and to help us get ahead, again, right?"

"Right, Livy, and I appreciate it, but..."

"Are you?" Olivia's tone was flat and cold. It was as much an accusation as it was a question.

Parker knew that she had a valid point, but evaded the answer for another few moments by saying, "Am I what? Contributing? Yes, Liv, I am. I took on a job far below my educational level to help get us back on track..."

"Are you contributing everything you possibly can?"

Parker remained quiet. Defeated, but looking for a maneuver to get out of this.

"According to what you told me," Olivia fished in the bags again, "you could be making an awful lot more if you'd just wear a skirt and blouse when you wait tables. I've waited tables, Parker, and I've done it in a skirt and blouse. It's not uncomfortable."

He still remained quiet.

"I checked your story with Pootie and confirmed what you said. If you continue to work at The El Camino for a year, and who knows, you may need to, wearing slacks, you could gross about sixty five thousand dollars, but according to what you told me and what Pootie confirmed, if you'd just be willing to demean yourself so low that you'd wear the kind of clothing I wear," Parker thought that was a low blow, "then you could easily gross more than one hundred thousand dollars. Am I wrong?"

"No." Parker's eyes were focused on the tiles on their kitchen floor. He couldn't look up to meet Olivia's gaze.

"Do you think I LIKE changing catheters on old, fat men, Parker? Do you think I LIKE being at the beck and whim of people who view me more as a servant than a medical professional? Don't get me wrong, Parker, I LOVE my job, but there are parts of it that are just awful and I would love to not have to do it for sixty or sixty five hours every single week! Am I making my point, here, Parker?"

"Yes." He still looked at the floor.

"So, from a purely accounting point of view, what should you be doing?"

He sighed. She had him. He had the opportunity to make a lot of money with a very minor change to how he did his job. He really didn't have a choice. "I should be working as a waitress rather than as a waiter."

"Ok, then." Olivia relaxed a bit. "Thank you, Park. I know I'm asking a lot, but I think you'll agree - this is the right thing to do."

"I guess you're right." Parker nodded. Then, finally, he raised his eyes and made contact with hers. "I don't want to look like an idiot, though."

"And you're not going to. Today, we'll deal with the hair removal, try on a few outfits, then go to dinner. Then, after we come back home, we'll prepare for tomorrow."

"What happens tomorrow?" Parker asked. "The club is dark on Mondays."

"Exactly, and I don't have to go in until 6 tomorrow night. So, I've spoken to my hair dresser, Barb, and she's going to help us figure out your best options for hair and makeup. She'll tell us whether you'd be better off with a wig, or with extensions... she'll know what will work best. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Now, upstairs with you and let's get that hair off of you."

Olivia wore latex gloves to apply the hair removal cream all over his body, including his beard area. "I know that you don't shave frequently, but your hair does grow faster here than anywhere else. If you use this a couple of times a week on your face and once a week on the rest of your body, you should be able to keep yourself nice and smooth."

"It smells, Liv, and it's burning my eyes. Can I rinse it off?"

"Not for ten minutes, baby. You know, women use this all the time. If you want to pretend to be a woman, you have to do what women do."

"Ok." Parker was still a bit miffed about having to go through all of this. "First off, I don't WANT to do this. I HAVE to do this because of the strike, and second, women don't have to have this smeared on their faces and right under their noses."

"You'd be surprised by how many women have to use this on their mustache areas, babe, so don't make a fuss, and I do appreciate your sacrifice. I promise, I will make this all worth your while."

Fifteen minutes later, along with the cream, all of his body hair washed down the drain, and Olivia was washing and conditioning his hair with heavily fragranced products. "Your hair needs to look better, anyway, Park. I don't know what Barb is going to suggest you do, but even if it ends up in a wig, it's going to end up getting greasier than usual, so you need to start taking much better care of it."

Trying to find the bright side of the situation, Parker said, "Who knows, maybe we'll get a call tomorrow telling us that the strike is settled and I won't have to do this."

"A call like that would be great, Park, but we still need money and you could continue to work at the club for a while longer until we get ahead. You don't make a hundred thousand at Allegro, you know. Even Pootie said that your boss would be willing to have you work weekends for as long as you want, after the strike is over."

Well, that was that, then. There was no way out. Parker gave a heavy sigh as Olivia shut off the water and indicated that he should step out onto the bath mat. As she patted him dry, she said, "You're making a bigger thing out this than you should, Park. Try to relax and have some fun with it. I bet you'll start enjoying it, if you do."

She reached for a bottle of body oil, flipped open the top and held it to Parker's nose. "Lavender," she said. "It's my favorite. Not overly floral, but subtle and delicate. Feminine. Like you need to be. Not a drag queen, or even a female impersonator. Just subtle and and soft. That's what you should be aspiring to be for the time being, Park. Subtle, soft and feminine."

Looking up into his wife's eyes as she said these words caused Parker's libido to suddenly come to life and the evidence of that was visible to Olivia. She smiled as she began rubbing the oil into his shoulders and she worked her way down his body.

Olivia had seen her husband's body naked many times, but this was different. This time, she was caring for him in a very different, very maternal way. That combined with Parker's denuded body brought back those feelings of dominance that she'd felt last night. Last night, Parker had not looked like a man. His made up face was pretty and feminine. Today, he didn't look like a man, either. He smelled like a woman, but his hairless body looked like, a little boy's. She found it exciting and empowering. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

"Here," she said, lifting Parker's hands in front of him and pouring a little oil into them. "I'll take care of your back, you do your front."

His back had always had very little hair, but the sight of his hairless back and legs reinforced her image of him as the weaker, more feminine partner who required her care.

She moved more quickly than Parker, so when she reached his legs, she kneaded the oil in on both the front and back. When she reached his ankles, she worked her way back up, enjoying how smooth he'd become.

"Get your private's, too, babe," she instructed, just as he reached his lower abdomen and she reached his bottom.

She reached between his balls to check that his upper thighs were covered in oil as he oiled his testicles. Her hand gazed his as she caressed his taint and then she dragged her fingers back, up his crack and towards his opening as his own oily fingers touched his very erect penis.

As his fingers rubbed in the oil along his shaft, her slippery finger slipped firmly into his hole, causing him to gasp in surprise, joy and anticipation.

"Don't stop rubbing yourself," she whispered, "but move to the toilet."

He waddled to the open toilet, his hand still grasping himself and her finger thrust deep within him, moving in a very awkward manner.

"Make yourself come," she whispered. "I want to see you make yourself come."

Another man might have been embarrassed by this, but Parker had given up control. He would do whatever she asked as long as she made him feel what he'd felt last night.

"Do you like me inside of you?" she whispered. "Do you like me making you my girl?"

Her finger became two, then three and the pushed into him more firmly. The feminine moans and whimpers he was producing had already told Olivia what he felt. There was no reason to deny it. "Yes," he whispered in a weak hoarse gasp.

"Yes, What?" she asked as she exerted more pressure onto his inner G-spot.

"Yes, I like it when you make me your girl."

Liv smiled. She liked this. She liked it a lot. "Good." She nibbled his ear, inserting her tongue into that hole as well.

"Faster, baby," her voice was quiet, but filled with excitement. As the speed of his manipulations increased, so did the speed of hers. She was being so forceful that she was actually lifting him onto his tip-toes with her thrusts. "Faster. Faster."

When the head of his penis was purple with strain, and she knew that the moment was imminent, she thrust deeply and wiggled her fingers as much as she could, causing Parker to gasp and hold his breath as he began to ejaculate. Olivia kept one hand planted deep within the thin, frail man, as the other caught several ropes of his ejaculate before it reached the water in the toilet.

"Was that good?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You know what I like?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I like to have my man stay in me after he's done. I like to feel him go soft and them I like to feel him pull out slowly. Can you feel me in you, now?"

He nodded.

She began to relax the stress in her fist and Parker could feel the shape of the intruding object changing within him. "Can you feel me getting softer?"

He shivered and nodded again.

When her hand was loose and relaxed, she slowly pulled her hand free. "What am I doing now, baby?"

"You're pulling out."

"What am I pulling out of?"

"My rear."

"Not your rear, baby. I'm pulling out of your vagina. Say it for me."

"You're pulling out of my vagina."

"Good girl." She was as excited by this after-glow teasing as she was by getting him off. "What am I pulling out, baby, and don't say my hand, it's not my hand. Hands don't go into vaginas. What am I pulling out?"

"Your... penis."

She smiled. "That's right, baby. You've had my penis in you and you liked it, didn't you? You liked my penis, my dick, my cock, inside you, didn't you?"

"I did." He nodded.

"Lick my hand, then." And as she pulled one hand from within him, he licked his wife's other hand clean of his own seed and it didn't seem at all shameful. He was just obeying his dominant partner.

"Pull this up your arms and I'll help you fasten in the back."

Parker looked at the bra as if it would burn him. "Did you have to get such a feminine one, Liv?"

"I'll tell you what, Park. I'll take you shopping and you can find a more masculine bra, how does that sound? Maybe one that's endorsed by a football player or something like that."

"Ok, hahaha," he replied to her sarcasm. "What I mean is, this one has all this lace on it. I've seen you wearing plain ones."

"Those are sports bras, Park. I'm a nurse. I need to wear functional undergarments. You're a waitress in a cabaret. You're going to be part of the ambiance of the performance space - That, incidentally, came directly from Pootie. You need to look and feel cute, Parker, and your not going to feel cute and pretty and feminine wearing a sports bra, believe me. Now, let me help you with that."

Reluctantly, Parker allowed the thin straps to be guided up his arms.

As Olivia clasped it behind his back she felt excited again at the sight of the tiny item closing around his small torso.

To Parker, it felt as if he was being shackled into something strange and foreign.

Olivia placed the silicon breast forms into the cups. "These are just to fill the cups. They make some that actually look real. Real nipples and everything. They're a little pricey, but if you're doing this for a long time, you'll probably want some of those."

Parker looked at himself in the mirror and he nodded at what his wife was saying. He felt his old self fading away and a new self emerging. It was frightening and fascinating.

Olivia stood behind him and looked at his reflection. With the little heels that she was wearing, she was a full head taller than her barefooted husband. "That fits nice."

Parker shrugged. "I guess."

"Let's try the panties."

"Panties? Do I really have to wear panties?"

"You can't wear boxers underneath a short skirt, Park. Come on. Work with me, ok. We need to go to dinner." She handed him a pair of white panties, lace around the waist and legs, with a silky, lace covered panel in front. He pulled them up his legs. They sat slightly higher on his waist than his boxers, but were remarkably soft and not at all uncomfortable.

"Nice, Huh?" she asked.

"They are very soft," he said, touching the material.

"And they're obviously making you excited. Here. Let me help you with that." Olivia pulled the panties down a bit, reached in and gripped Parker's testicles. Then, she felt around with clinical efficiency and when she'd found the cavities from which the testicles had descended, she pushed them back up into his body. Then she folded his penis back beneath him and pulled his panties back up.

"Ouch!" Parker exclaimed as the testicles popped back into him.

"Oh, don't be a baby." Olivia laughed.

Once the panties were back in place, Olivia smiled at their smooth front. "Very cute," she chuckled. "Let's just try on the skirt and blouse. This first."

She handed him the blouse. At first, it appeared to be just like a man's dress skirt. The first challenge, however, was buttoning it up. The buttons were on the opposite side from a man's shirt and it wasn't really difficult to button it, it was just that having twenty six years experience of buttoning shirts one way, it was awkward to have to button it another.

The second challenge is what Olivia referred to as the 'darts' in the blouse. It caused the shirt to be tailored quite tightly around his abdomen, then it loosened and accentuated the modest bust created by the lacy bra he was wearing.

"Is this too tight?" he asked.

"No, it fits perfectly," she assured him. "I don't wear this style very frequently, but you'll get used to it. This is what Pootie told me to get you. I think I'll need to get you a chemise to wear under it, though. The lace on your bra shows through. We want you to be cute, not slutty."

"Well, thank God you have limits as to how far you'll push this!" Parker's tone was meant to hurt and Olivia did not appreciate it. She stood, hands on her hips, the little, black skirt hanging from one of them, and she stared at Parker with a ticked off look on her face.

Parker realized that he'd been a jerk. They needed the money, plain and simple, and this was the best way to make it. "Sorry," he muttered.

With a perturbed sigh, Olivia held the skirt open so he could step into it. When he had, she raised it up, adjusted it around the area of a women's natural waist, which was the same height as his panties' waistband, and she made sure that his blouse was well tucked in.

"There," Olivia smiled, "that looks nice. Come see."

He looked in the mirror again and Parker had to admit that the clothes fit him much better than he’d hoped. The look was incomplete, though. “I still look like a boy,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

The fact that he said ‘boy’ and not ‘man’ did not escape Olivia’s notice. She liked that, too.

“And that’s why we have to deal with a few things tomorrow,” she pointed out. “Starting with your hair and makeup, Barb will sort that out for us, and some comfortable heels will extend your calves and make your posture more like a woman’s. Honestly, though, babe, we’re nearly there. I promise.”

“Ok, if you say so.” Parker was very fascinated by his new look, but still very scared. “So, can I get changed for dinner?”

Olivia checked the clock. The did need to change. “Sure, but keep your panties on. You need to get used to moving with your stuff all retracted and tucked. It’ll be good practice, and I like knowing that you’re wearing them. I think it’s sexy.”

Parker smirked at her. “You’re getting pretty weird, Livy.”

“And you love it.”

Dinner was lovely. For a Sunday evening, the new restaurant was surprisingly crowded. It was a seafood specialty and they each ordered their favorites. Fried clam strips for Olivia and baked haddock for Parker. It was delicious, but Olivia insisted that the evening was also meant to be a tutorial. “Watch all the women, Park. I want you to take note of everything they do. How they walk, how they sit, how they cross their legs, how they gesture when they speak, how they eat, how they sip their wine. Pay attention to all of it. You need to be ready for Tuesday night.”

“Listen, Liv... I know we need the money and I’m willing to do it, but couldn’t we, maybe, do this a little at a time?”

“We are, babe. Last night you wore a nightie for the first time.” The waitress showed up with their food as she continued, “and now you’re wearing panties for the first time. Tomorrow, you’ll go to the salon and get your hair and makeup done and Tuesday night, you’ll be a waitress. See. A little at a time.” She looked at the waitress. “Thank you.”

“You’re...” The waitress looked from Olivia to Parker, a little confused and a little embarrassed, “... you’re welcome.”

The nightie that Olivia had bought him was the same, free flowing style that she wore, but his was bubble gum pink, had puffy sleeves and a lot more lace than any of Olivia’s.

“Keep your bra on, Park,” she instructed. “It’ll hang better and you need to get used to it.”

“Of course,” Parker huffed. This was all moving very quickly. He did have to admit, though, the bra that had seemed so foreign and awkward the first time Olivia had made him wear it, now seemed quite comfortable. It did make sense that the more he wore it, the less aware of it he’d be, so – why not?

As Olivia’s had been, his new nightie was soft and exciting, even more so now against his hairless skin. The pink color did feel a bit emasculating, but how much more emasculated can a you be when you’re already wearing a bra and panties.

“Oh, that’s cute on you, baby.” Olivia smiled as she approached the bed with two tubes of something in her hand.

Parker had noticed that Olivia’s occasional use of the word ‘babe’ had gotten much more frequent and the occasional use of ‘baby’ had arisen. Odd. “Thanks, I guess. I’m not sure how to take a remark like that.”

“Well, I certainly meant it as a compliment, baby. Honestly.”

Parker smiled at that. If he was doing all of this for them, it was nice that Olivia was at least appreciative enough to compliment him.

“Thanks, then,” he smiled. Then, noticing the two tubes, he asked, “What are those?”

“These? This one is skin cream. Girls need to take much better care of their skin than boys, baby. Here, put out your hand and I’ll squeeze some out for you. You can do your arms. I’ll take care of your legs.”

Once the cream was in his hand, Parker began rubbing the rose-scented substance into his arms. “What’s the other tube for?”

A lecherous smile appeared on his wife’s face. “That tube? That’s some KY jelly with a warming agent in it.”

Remembering the bliss of his first two explorations into anal sex, Parker’s cheeks heated up at the though of submitting his new found vagina to his wife. “What’s it for?” he asked coyly.

Olivia finished rubbing the skin cream into Parker’s second leg, then reached for her bedside table, pulled out the drawer and produced a large, phallus shaped sex toy. Biologically speaking, the owner of a tool this big would have to be at least eight feet tall. Olivia spread some of the KY Jelly over the toy, then flicked a switch on its base, causing the hole item to vibrate and the inch or so at the tip to gyrate slowly. She smiled at her slightly frightened little husband and said, in a poor imitation of Al Pacino, “Say hello to my little friend!”

“Come on, baby, Barb is expecting us.” Parker was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, pretty close to petrified with fear of stepping out onto Langley Blvd, the main street of their town. It was 8:15 in the morning and there were plenty of people walking past on their way to work. None of the faces looked familiar, but Olivia had insisted that he wear his waitress uniform so that Barb would know what needed to be done.

Impatient, Olivia opened the passenger door and held it for him. “Come on, baby. We need every second she can give us. Let’s go.”

“Check that the door to the salon is unlocked so I don’t get stuck out here on the street,” he nearly begged.

“Argh, this is foolish,” she huffed as she walked to the door, twelve feet away.

It was locked.

She knocked and within moments, her hairdresser, Barbara, was rushing to the door. “Sorry,” she said as she leaned out to kiss Olivia’s cheek. I kept it locked so no one would walk in. We’re not official open, you know. It’s Monday, after all.” She glanced around. “Where’s the victim?”

“In the car, afraid to come out. Now that the door is open, he’ll be able to make a run for it.” Both women laughed. Olivia turned back to the car and said, “Come on, baby. The door’s open now.”

Parker scanned the street. No familiar faces nearby. It was a good time to make a run for it. He pushed the door open again, then stepped out, immediately losing his right flip flop between the curb and the car. He leaned against the car and used his right foot to pull it out from under the car and set it so that he could slip his foot back in. All of this amused the women to no end.

He felt frightened and exposed and he was trying to move quickly before he was found out, but the more he hurried, the longer everything seemed to take.

Still leaning against the car, he closed the door and began to move forward, his head down, hoping to remain anonymous, but just one step into his twelve foot sojourn, he felt a tug on his waist. He turned and saw that he’d closed the door onto his loose fitting black skirt.

“Are you coming or not?” Olivia asked from the salon door.

“I can’t,” he tried to explain. “Unlock the car door, please!”

“Why!? There’s nothing in the car that you need. I have your wallet. You’re not going to jump back in there, Parker. Let’s go - chop, chop!”

“I can’t!” he pleaded. “I caught my skirt in the door!”

More laughter from the women as Olivia searched for the key-fob. It seemed to take forever for her to find it. When he heard the lock click, Parker opened the door, stood aside, shut the door and turned to make a run for the door, but instead came face to face with Bridget Samson, an older accountant who he had supervised at Allegro.

“Parker? I thought that was you!” She sounded surprised. “What’s with this get-up?” She continued. “Are you going to a masquerade party?”

“Oh, Bridget... hi... I’m...”

Thank goodness, Olivia came to his aid. “Hi, Bridget! So nice to see you! How are you?” she said as natural as could be.

“Oh, hi, Liv.” She kissed Olivia’s cheek. “I’m doing ok, all things considered. What’s this all about?” She indicated the very embarrassed man standing near the car.

“Well, Bridget, you see, we were not doing well at all, but Parker found a really well paying job at The El Camino. Do you know the place?”

Bridget blinked and tried to figure out where this story was headed. “Yes, I know it. The cabaret place, right?”

“Right, well, anyway, he’s waiting tables there and he found out that he could make A LOT more money if he did it in drag, so... that’s what he’s doing.” Olivia had explained this as if it made perfect sense. As if people did this kind of thing every day and it flummoxed Parker as to how she could be so nonchalant about this. It all seemed so natural to her that he half expected her to start telling Bridget about what she’d done to Parker’s rear end the night before.

“Oh,” Bridget smiled at Parker, aren’t you the bravest thing!” She touched his cheek as if he were a child and said, “And you look just adorable in that outfit, doesn’t he, Olivia.”

“I agree,” Olivia said as Parker swore he could feel his penis shrivel up and recede into his body. “It was lovely chatting, Bridget,” Olivia took his hand and led him, again, like a child, towards the door of the salon, “but we have a lot to do to turn my Cinderella into a princess so she can work this week. Bye, bye!”

Finally in the salon, Parker met the smiling beautician he’d hear so much about. “Hi,” she shook his hand. “I’m Barbara. You can call me Barb if you’d like, but Barbara is just fine, too. Are you ready for your makeover?”

Barbara felt a little pity for the little man standing before her. He seemed a little lost in everything that was happening to him.

“Yeah, I guess,” was his only replay. He looked around the salon at the tools of her trade with tremendous fear.

“Don’t worry, honey.” She led him to a chair. “I won’t bite and I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

Well, that was some consolation, anyway.

When he was seated, Barbara asked Olivia, “So, What is our goal here? Straight ahead, over the top drag queen or regular woman?”

Thankfully, Olivia didn’t go for drag queen.

“I think I’m hoping he can pull off a cute, real woman look. Something really cute and nothing humiliating for him. He’s got a lot of ratty hair. Do you think you can do something with it, or should we consider a wig or extensions?”

“Weeeelllll....” Barbara pondered the options as she brushed his hair around a little bit. “I’m thinking that we could do a kind of pixie cut. If you blow dry it, it’ll look nice and full and feminine, but if you just comb it out after a shower, it’ll look kinda trendy for a guy. Kind of like a Bieber look, you know?”

“Perfect!” Olivia enthused, without consulting Parker, who’s chair was already being spun around so that Barbara could start washing and conditioning his hair.

About forty minutes later, Barbara was abusing his head with a barrel brush and burning his scalp with a blow dryer. “What do you think?” She asked Olivia.

“Not bad.” Olivia looked at him critically, obviously unsatisfied. “But he still looks a little too boyish, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do.” She was studying him as well.

Parker was about to ask if he could see himself, but before he could, Barbara said, “Let’s see what makeup does.”

His chair was lowered halfway back as Barbara went to work on his face. “I’m going to go a little night-Club-y since she’ll be working in a club, ok?”

She? Did she just say, she?

“Sounds good,” Olivia said.

Barbara began by spreading warm wax on his eyebrows and pressing little pieces of cloth into the wax. Olivia and Barbara kept up a conversation as she worked on his face. Then, without warning, suddenly the cloth and wax were yanked from Parker’s face, taking with it a good chunk of his eye brows.

“Owwww!” he howled, but Olivia just laughed at him.

“Men are such babies,” Barbara laughed. “You’re a woman now, sweetie, and women have to suffer for their beauty. Get used to it, little girl. There’s a lot more of those in your future.”

“Did you leave any eyebrow at all?” Parker could not believe how painful that had been.

“I left plenty,” Barbara laughed. “As a matter of fact, I still need to clean them up a bit. Lay there and don’t start crying.” She spent at least ten minutes pulling stray hairs out by the roots, leaving Parker to wonder what the heck he’d look like with no eyebrows at all.

Then, Barbara began his makeup.

Anxious to see the outcome, Olivia watched Barbara carefully. “Honestly, I’d prefer that no one questions that she’s a girl while she’s working.”

Now it was both of them calling him a she.

When she was done, Olivia considered the look and shook her head. “I don’t know, Barb. I mean, I love the hair and her makeup is perfect, but somethings still not right. She doesn’t look like I’d hoped. I can’t put my finger on it, but...”

“I’ve got it!” Barbara interrupted. “Highlights. If I give her some highlights, it’ll pull it all together for her!”

“Hmm...” Olivia mulled it over. “Highlights, Yes, But her hair is so light.... I don’t want it to look frosted.”

“No, no, no.” Barbara grabbed a magazine of hairstyles. “Look. Like this.”

“That’s cute,” Olivia agreed, “but I love this one and that’s nearly the same pixie cut. Could she do that?”

“Sure. It’ll take about ninety minutes, though. Is that ok?”

“Sure!” Olivia seemed a little too happy.

“Can I see what I look like right now?” Parker asked.

“Not right now, baby,” Olivia insisted. “Wait till you see the finished product. You’re going to be adorable!”

An hour and ten minutes later, following a harrowing ordeal involving his wet hair having something rubbed into it, being bagged and rinsed and something else rubbed into it and bagged again and rinsed again and then that painful brush and the burning hair dryer, Barbara finally stepped back and proclaimed him ‘done.’

“OH, YES!” Olivia proclaimed. “She’s perfect, Barb! You’re a miracle worker!”

“She is pretty gorgeous, if I do say so myself!” Barbara nodded. “You’re not the first boy I’ve worked on, Parker, but you’re definitely the cutest.”

“Can I see myself?” Parker asked.

“Just a moment.” Barbara removed the cape he’d been wearing, then instructed him to close his eyes and stand. When he was upright, she turned him towards the mirror, then, with a great deal of pomp, said, “Ladies and gentlemen... well... I guess we’re all ladies here... I present my latest creation. Open your eyes, Parker, and meet the new you!”

When he opened his eyes, he was confused by the reflection. The mirror showed Olivia and Barbara standing on opposite sides of a very pretty girl in a white blouse and black skirt, but Parker’s reflection was missing. Then, when he realized that the very pretty girl was, in fact, him, he panicked.”

“Red,” he whispered in shock.

“What?” Olivia asked.

“Red! My hair! It’s red!” He was shaking.

“Yes, with gold highlights.” Barbara smiled at him. “It came out beautifully, didn’t it?”

It was too much for him to process. The red hair, cut in a decidedly feminine, pixie hair cut, above perfectly sculpted, arched eyebrows, impeccable, Club-style eye makeup, bright red lipstick and then the waitress uniform. How could that be him? It couldn’t be him, could it? No! There’s no way that was him. This was a joke! This was a beautiful, young woman – certainly younger than him. Maybe nineteen or so, but younger than him.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Don’t you like it?” Barbara asked a little surprised.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered on and on.

“She’s just surprised,” Olivia said. “She’ll get used to it. I think she looks absolutely perfect, Barb. Thank you.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he kept muttering.

‘I’m a woman, now,’ he thought. ‘I don’t look at all like a man. I look like I’m my own baby sister. I won’t be able to go out like this. Even without fluffing up my hair, I’ll still look like a cute, little high school senior! I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead.’

On the outside, though, he just kept saying, ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit...”

“Alright, baby,” Olivia was beginning to get worried about his reaction. “Calm down, baby. Come on. This is how things need to be right now. Just calm down.”

But he couldn’t. He just kept muttering, “Shit,” over and over and it grew louder and louder until it was nearly a scream.

And then both women jumped back in shock.

“Oh, my God!” They both exclaimed as they looked at the floor, heard the sound of water and watched the puddle of yellow urine pool around Parker’s feet.

“Parker!” Olivia called to him, but he was in some kind of an intense daze, still screaming that one word over and over.

Finally, she turned him and firmly shook his shoulders. “Parker!” she yelled. “Parker! Baby! Snap out of it!”

It took a moment, but his eyes focused on her. “Livy? What did you do to me?”

“I did what we discussed, Park. Now, you can work as a waitress and not be embarrassed. No one will know.”

“I’ll know, Liv! I’ll know. I’m gone, Livy! I’m gone! There’s nothing left of me!”

“Ok, calm down, Parker and take a breath. Barb, do you have a towel I could use to wipe him off?”

“Of course.” Barbara opened a cabinet and handed Olivia a clean white towel.

“Ok, Park.” Olivia was using that maternal tone again. “I’m going to have you just step out of your flip flops and step over here, ok? Just be careful not to step into the puddle.”

“Puddle?” He looked down and could not believe what he saw. “Jesus Christ! Did I wet myself!?”

“You did, baby, but don’t worry. You were just in shock. Everything’s ok, now, though. Livy will take care of you. Just step over here, carefully. That’s a girl.”

Once he was clear of the mess, Olivia said, “Reach under your skirt and pull off your panties, baby. Don’t lift your skirt up and no one will see anything.”

Parker did as instructed as discretely as possible, horrified to see that his pretty, silky panties were soaked. They were put into a plastic bag to be taken home.

Olivia knelt, reached under the skirt and used the towel to dry him. Barbara provided a container of makeup wipes that Olivia used to cleanse him, thoroughly.

Parker was concerned that, without being tucked into his panties, he may develop an obvious erection, but his psyche had taken such a hit that he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get a hard-on again.

Barbara mopped up the urine as Olivia finished up with Parker. “Why don’t you just wait here for me for a couple of minutes, Parker,” Olivia said. “I’ll run across the street to Marcus’s and get you some clean panties. Then, we can walk over there and get your shoes. Ok?”

Parker just nodded, hoping that at some point he’d get a handle on what was happening to him. He sat in the waiting area, his legs crossed tightly to ensure that Barbara couldn’t see anything untoward.

“Are you ok?” Barbara asked him.

“I will be,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Parker. I was only doing what I thought you wanted. Honestly, though, no one’s going to know that you’re a guy unless you tell them. I think you’ll start enjoying looking pretty once you get used to it. I certainly do and all the ladies I take care of here do, too.”

He nodded.

“Come look in the mirror, again, with me.”

He stood and looked in the mirror with Barbara standing behind him, at least a head or more taller than him.

“Just look at yourself as if you were looking at a woman,” Barbara encouraged. “Tell me what you see.”

He sighed. “I see... a pretty girl.”

“Describe her to me.”

“Well... she’s young – like eighteen or nineteen. She’s got a pretty face, very pretty, really. Nice legs. Little breasts. Very pretty, though.”

“See,” Barbara said in a sing song voice. “Now, what’s wrong with that? When the time comes, it can all be undone. I promise. Until then, enjoy being pretty. How many men ever get to see things from the other side? You’re really very lucky.”

He smiled for the first time that day. “I guess you’re right... and Livy seems to like it.”

“Who wouldn’t love her husband to look like this?” Barbara patted his back. “I wish my husband would give it a try.”

That seemed odd to Parker, but it did help to explain the large number of female patrons at The El Camino.

“There is one thing still missing, though,” Barbara stepped over to a desk and pulled out something. “And don’t worry. This can be undone, too. I promise.”

When Olivia came back into the store with a bag with new panties, she was more than a little shocked to see Parker standing by the mirror, admiring the three earrings that Barbara had installed in each of his ears.

“Oh, Look, Parker,” Barbara said. “Go show Livy how pretty you look with your new jewelry.”

Looking much more comfortable about his look than he had just ten minutes earlier, Parker smiled as he turned his head to display the faux diamonds and pink glass-stones that now adorned his ears. “See?” He said, strangely happy.

“Aww,” Olivia made a mother-who’s-proud-of-her-daughter face and said to Barbara, “my little baby’s all grown up.”

After they left the salon, Olivia wasted no time hustling Parker into Marcus’s where she bought him a pair of very comfortable pumps with a two inch heel. They were very easy for Parker to adapt to, which was a good thing because Olivia insisted that he continue to wear them all day.

They made a quick stop at Old Navy to pick up some inexpensive skirts, tops and dresses, then she insisted that they walk around the mall so that he got used to the shoes, the feel of the skirt, and, essentially passing as a women.

He did pretty well.

At one point, while picking up his dinner, Japanese chicken with fried rice and vegetables, he dropped his straw and he bent to pick it up. Olivia quickly moved behind him to keep his modesty, and she explained how to squat in a skirt to pick up something from the floor. After that, Olivia seemed extremely clumsy, dropping things everywhere they went and each time asked Parker to pick it up. Each time he was more and more adept at maintaining his girlish modesty.

She also forced him to speak to clerks everywhere they went and each time it got easier and easier.

By the time Olivia left for work that evening, Parker was exhausted and already in his lacy pink nightie with the puffy sleeves, watching last night’s Jeopardy on the DVR. The cable had been turned back on the previous Friday and Parker had missed his favorite game show more than he’d realized.

“Oh, I wish I could stay here with you,” Olivia leaned over to kiss him goodbye, “so I could have my way with you!”

Parker smiled up at her. “Well, if you’re up for it when you get home, wake me.”

After she’d left, though, he got to thinking about the last thirty six hours or so. Ok, you could, maybe, justify the clothes and hair as being financial necessities, but other things had changed even more drastically than his clothes and hair.

Sex, for instance.

Their sex life had always been good... well, fine, anyway. Very heterosexual, very quiet, very vanilla, excepting for the fact that Livy had always been ‘the aggressor’ in their relationship. That was fine. When you’re a five foot four inch man with a slight physique and your wife is a physically fit, nearly five foot nine woman, you accept the fact that you’re not the strongest person in the relationship.

But now... he had actually become ‘the woman.’ Pretty hair, pretty makeup, pretty perfume, pretty nightie.

The nightie.

It was a disgustingly feminine item that dripped with girly lace and almost infantilized the wearer. It was appalling in its ability to diminish the person wearing it to the status of woman-child. Puffy sleeves – Ridiculous! Dripping in lace – Absurd! Yards and yards of wastefully flowing, silky material – Disgraceful! Bubble gum pink – Childish! It was an abomination to any free right thinking person, male or female, and it was the most wondrously perfect item of clothing he’d ever worn. He adored it and, unquestionably, Livy adored him wearing it.

But what did Livy really think of him when she looked at him wearing it? That made him a little concerned.

And what did she think of him when she saw how he reacted to being penetrated by her?

He knew that his reactions were those of a women experiencing the same thing. No. Not a woman. Women had actual real vaginas. They could, of course, have anal intercourse, but that wasn’t the norm. Who had anal intercourse and enjoyed like he had? Gay men, of course. He had, for all intents and purposes, become the ‘bottom’ in a gay affair with Livy being the ‘top.’ Did she still see him as a man? As her husband? Did he care? And if she did see him as her ‘bottom,’ then how could he discuss this with her without admitting that he loved his new role and wanted more sex like they’d had since yesterday? Because he did love it! It was amazing! He couldn’t discuss it without telling her he wanted to go even further and that just couldn’t happen. Not yet, anyway. Maybe someday.

When she did finally get home at nearly 3:00 the next morning, she found Parker curled up in a ball on top of the bed clothes, his feet curled up within the folds of the pick nightie. He’d taken off his makeup, but with the cute, red hair with the gold highlights in that precious style... oh, she could just devour him right then and there, but she thought that she’d let him sleep so he’d be ready for his big night.

She went into the lavatory and got changed. As she was brushing he teeth, there was a gentle tap on the door, then it opened a little way. “Livy?” Parker whispered through the crack he’d opened the door. “Are you up for it?”

She pulled the door open further, pulling him partway into the lav, and she stopped his momentum with a kiss on his lips. “I am if you are.”

“Oh, I am.” He was actually giggling with excitement. How cute!

“I’ll be right out,” she kissed him again and sent him on his way.

When she did come out of the lav, he was waiting, laying on his back, the crests of his bra visible through his nightie. What a wonderful sight to come home to. Her perfect little woman.

“You’re wearing pajamas,” Parker said with quiet surprise. “You never wear pajamas.”

She smiled. “I thought that at least one of us needed to wear the pants in this bedroom. Come here.”

Parker got up and took the few steps he needed to take to reach Olivia. “Kneel down.” It wasn’t a command, but it certainly was a firm statement and he immediately did as he was told.

Slowly, very slowly, she untied the belt of her pajama bottoms, then lowered them to reveal her womanhood. “I want a blowjob,” she said in that same firm tone, and again, Parker acquiesced to her wishes. Starting slowly, with little licks and kisses, he soon had her worked up into a frenzy. She clutched his head tightly to her groin and she thrust herself firmly into his face, demanding more and more enthusiastic tonguing from the man who knelt in supplication before her. When she looked down at him, his pretty hair and abundant nightie were all that could be seen. She’d never been a big fan of oral sex, but now she understood why men liked it. It wasn’t just the feel of a lover’s tongue on your genitals, it was the feeling of power one got from looking down at someone in such a submissive position before them. The fact that this submissive was once a confident man, but now was a willing sissy in what was a very youthful, pink with virginal white lace nightie, made her feeling of dominance even more powerful.

When she could take no more, she pulled his head away. “Get on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

He did as he was told and he watched as Olivia opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out what looked like a panty made of straps. She stepped into it, tightened it around her, the pulled out last night’s sex toy, which she inserted between the straps, holding the large penis in place where just a moment ago, her vagina had been visible.

Then she took some KY and poured it into her hand, and massaged it into the pliable silicon dick.

“Get on your knees,” she instructed and he obeyed, turning his back to her, as she climbed up onto the bed. “On all fours,” she whispered into his ear, “like a little little puppy. A little female puppy. My cute little, girly puppy.”

Just the words were nearly too much for him to take. He complied immediately.

“Such a pretty little nightie,” Olivia said in a seductive growl. “Someone must have loved you an awful lot to have bought you such a pretty nightie.” She raised the hem, exposing his panties, the back of which she then lowered to his bent knees. “And such a pretty fanny, too. No ugly hair. Just soft, smooth skin and my pretty baby’s vagina, the prettiest thing of all.”

Parker was already panting as the tip of the fake penis touched the rim of his anus. Last night, Olivia had played with with his opening for a long time, eventually inching the toy into him. It was blissful.

Tonight, though, without any warning, she suddenly thrust the phallus deep within him. He let put a surprised squeal of exquisite pain. It was painful and wonderful! Intrusive and welcome! It was the most alien and most welcome feeling he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He wanted it out of him almost as badly as he wanted it to penetrate even deeper, but more than anything, he wanted it to keep moving!

He pulled forward and felt the invading form move towards leaving him, so he slammed back against Livy so that it would push as deeply as possible back into him. He repeated that motion and he swung his hips from side to side just trying to keep some movement continuing. He was wagging his bottom in excitement as he attempted to keep the rod within him in constant motion.

It was huge and it was in him!

In him!

Straight men didn’t feel these things, but he was feeling it! He was feeling it and he wanted to feel more!

He began grunting and moaning, but he wasn’t even aware of it. All of his focus was on the sensations caused by his wife’s penis invading him, tearing him in half in the most amazing way possible.

Olivia heard the grunts and moans though. There was nothing male about them. They were the sounds of a female in rut. That’s what Parker had become. He was reacting entirely on instinct, deep-seated, female instinct. He wasn’t just trying to feel passion, he was trying to bring his lover to an explosive orgasm that would impregnate him. He wasn’t a cute little, female puppy, he was a bitch in heat.

She leaned over him, grabbed his wrists and forced him to grab the headboard so that he now knelt erect. The toy never left his opening. Now, she pulled herself close, her firm belly pressed to the small of his feminine back. “Come,” she grunted as she thrust over and over and over. “Come, you little slut. Scream for me and come in those pretty, silky panties. Be my bitch. Come, baby. Come.”

And he came. He came again and again and again. When he was done, his panties were nearly was wet from his release as they had been at the salon when he’d peed into them. Through his spasms, Olivia remained pressed as deeply as possible into his guts.

When, at last, she did pull out, he grunted and began to weep.

“Baby?” Olivia was suddenly very concerned. “Baby? Are you ok?”

He turned and threw his arms around her neck, sobbing into her shoulder. “That was wonderful,” he gasped.

On Tuesday morning, Parker did find that he was a bit bruised on and in his posterior, but he’d do it all again to relive that ecstasy.

After breakfast, Olivia dressed him in little, mustard yellow dress, with white polka dots she’d found at Old Navy for a good price. It had a rounded, jersey style neck line, not unlike a tee shirt, sleeves that ended just at the elbow and a swing skirt down below, that hung playfully at his knees. It was a little stretchy and pulled over his head, also like a tee shirt. It was remarkably comfortable and it made him feel free and flirty.

The entire day was spent out in public, doing ‘research’ to be sure that Parker could pass as a woman.

By 4:30, when they got home so that Olivia could change into her scrubs and Parker could change into his waitress attire, he was very surprised to find that he was actually very comfortable with his new look. In fact, he’d had a pretty great day pretending to be a woman. He’d gotten lots of compliments and he felt confident about himself. This wasn’t going to be so hard, after all.

“Are you ready to go?” Olivia asked as she grabbed her purse.

“Yeah, but I don’t need to leave for another half hour, or so. Why?”

“No, baby, I’m driving you, tonight. Pootie will drive you home. I don’t want you to have any problems driving on your first night out in heels.”

They drove through downtown to The El Camino where she pulled up in front of the club, which was not yet open.

“Well,” Parker took a deep breath, “I guess this is it!”

Olivia leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then she handed him a little clutch-purse. “You’ll do great, baby. Here, take this. I put a tube of lipstick and some mascara in there in case you need it. If you have any problems, just ask Pootie or one of the other girls for help.”

He nodded. “Ok. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. Knock ‘em dead!”

He smiled and climbed out of the car, then waved as Olivia pulled away. He took another deep breath and entered The El Camino.

“Excuse me, Miss,” Justine called from behind the bar, “we’re not open, yet. Can I help you?” He wiped his hands on a rag and walked around the bar to stop this stranger’s entrance into the club.

“It’s me Justine.” Parker waved.

Justine squinted at the woman. “Me who?”

“Parker.”

Justine stopped dead in his tracks, then his face broke into a huge grin. “Oh, good God in Heaven, it is you! I don’t believe it! Honey, you’re adorable.”

He bounced over to Parker and threw a bear hug around him, nearly crushing him.

“Oh, darling you’re just a perfect, little doll! Where did you get that wig? It looks so real and it suits you perfectly!!!” By this time, he was holding Parker at arms’ length and looking in amazement at the perky young woman before him.

“It’s not a wig. It’s my hair. I had it cut and dyed. Do you like it?”

“Like it!? Sweetie, I ADORE it, sweetie! Has Pootie seen it?”

Parker shook his head.

“Oh, baby, she is going to just DIE when she sees you! Let’s go show Kate!”

Kate could not help but laugh when Justine brought Parker into her office. “What happened, Parker!? Just a couple of days ago, you swore that you’d never dress to be a server. Now, you don’t even look like an impersonator. You look like a real woman. What happened?”

Parker was sitting cross legged, his back straight, not touching the chair. “Basic accounting, Kate.” He smiled. “My wife and I need money and I can make more looking like this.”

“Uh huh,” Kate said skeptically. “And your wife? How does she feel about this?”

Parker chuckled. “She’s a bit more enthusiastic than I’d like to admit.”

“I bet she is,” Kate gave a full blown laugh at this. “I just bet she is.”

There was an awkward moment as Kate just shook her head. “Well, my dear, we need to make you a new name tag before the doors open. Have you chosen a name?”

He shrugged. “I figured I’d just stick with ‘Parker.’ You know, like that actress, Parker Posey. No one questioned me when I used my own name out in public today. Is that ok?”

Kate shook her head. “I wouldn’t recommend it,” she said. “This is a small town, honey, and, if you ever want to go back to your old life, I don’t think you’ll want everyone knowing who you are while you’re working here. Especially people from Allegro. Eventually you will run into one of them while your working here and it’ll be easier for you to have an alias. Trust me.”

“Ok. What would you suggest?”

Kate typed onto a laptop, then turned the screen towards him. “Here is a list of girl’s names. Pick one.”

He glanced at the screen for just a moment and said, “Abby.”

“Abby?” Kate asked. She screwed her face up and didn’t look too pleased. “Abby is a little too... goody-goody, don’t you think? Why did you pick Abby?”

“Because the first name was Ava and I don’t like that. Abigail was second, so I said ‘Abby.’”

Kate shook her head. “Abby just will not due, young lady,” she laughed. “Tell you what. I’ll pick a name for you and I’ll bring your name tag out to you before the doors open. Now, go see Pootie. I just heard his voice out there. I’m sure he’s excited to see you.”

As the door closed, Kate heard a high pinched, drag-Queen screech. “OH MY GOD! I HAVE A LITTLE SISTER! YOU’RE GORGEOUS!” Obviously, Pootie approved.

Just as the doors were opening, Kate came onto the floor and handed Parker a new name tag. Then she walked away.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding!” Parker called, stopping her in her tracks,

She stopped and turned to him, smiling. “You should have picked out your own name.”

“And this is better than ‘Abby?’”

She laughed. “I think it’s very cute. Just like you!”

Parker shook his head and attached the pin to his blouse. From now on, to everyone in the club, he would forever be known as ‘Pixie.’

It was a slow Tuesday night, which suited Parker just fine. It gave him time to get used to everything and, aside from a few men who got a little too handsy, things were going great. He found that he could flirt with everyone, men and women alike, and that he was really enjoying being a bit flamboyant - like the other girls.

Twice he was asked why a real woman like him would work with all these female impersonators. His first inclination was to just say he did it because it was a good job, but eventually he started teasing customers by saying, “Real woman? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As usual, Pootie’s show was dynamite and the audience loved him. Parker was so amazingly proud of his older brother. He wished he’d come to see him years ago, but he was caught up in the dull, day to day life of an accountant. He didn’t even realize there were things beyond his job that he should have been experiencing.

As the evening was drawing to a close, Pootie addressed his audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for being such a great audience! I just love you, so, so much!”

The audience applauded appreciatively.

“Now, I know she’s going to kill me for doing this, but I am so excited about something that I just have to share it with you! You see, when I was growing up, I was a very confused boy – I know, big surprise, right!? Anyway, there was only one person who really understood me, back then. He was my rock! Always there to support me and tell me when I was being a bitch!”

The audience laughed at that.

“That person was my little brother, Parker, and I wish that he could be here tonight, but, unfortunately, I found out tonight that my little brother is, alas, no more.”

“Oh...” the audience moaned in sympathy.

“Oh, don’t feel bad for me!” Pootie laughed. “Parker’s not dead! He’s just been reborn into the most beautiful girl in the room!”

Parker felt his heart beating faster. Everything had been fine up until this point. Was Pootie really going to ‘out’ him in front of all of these people!? So much for the anonymity that Kate had encouraged him to maintain. Leave it to Pootie to have to make a show of everything.

“And now,” Patrick, in his most Pootie way, continued, “I’m going to have Donna and Paula drag my brand new little sister up here, onto the stage so you can meet her. Grab her, girls.”

The two big waitresses each grabbed one of Parker’s arms and led him onto the stage. Parker was red with embarrassment, but kind of enjoying being the center of attention, too. It had been a long time since he’d played Seymour in his high school’s production of ‘Little Shop Of Horrors.’

“Ladies and gentlemen, here she is! My brand new little sister – PIXIE!”

The audience erupted in support and surprise. Parker smiled and waved, then accepted a hug and a kiss from his brother. It occurred to him that this was probably the first time they’d ever exchanged kisses. Why? Why didn’t brothers tell each other they loved each other and show it with kisses? That needed to change.

“Ok. So she hasn’t killed me – YET – but she probably will in a minute. You see, about two years ago, my late brother and I had a few drinks and he loosened up a little, and we sang some karaoke. You know what? He was darned good. So, tonight, to celebrate her rebirth as Pixie, I’ve asked the band to play one of the songs she sang that night.”

“Poot! No!” Parker was scared at the prospect of singing in front of these people, but couldn’t help but smile at his impetuous brother. The band began playing ‘Shake It Off’ by Taylor Swift and Parker nearly collapsed from surprise and fear. He waved at Pootie and started heading for the stairs, but Paula and Donna were blocking his path.

“Let’s give her some encouragement!” Pootie called into the mic. Then, he began a chant of “Pix-ie! Pix-ie!” until Parker had no option but to take the mic.

“I am going to kill you,” the diminutive girl said to the grinning star. Then, she began singing –

“I stay out too late, got nothin' in my brain
That's what people say, mmm hmm, that's what people say, mmm hmm

I go on too many dates, but I can't make 'em stay
At least that's what people say mmm mmm, that's what people say mmm mmm

But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving
It's like I got this music in my mind, sayin' gonna be alright”

By the time he reached the chorus of the song, Parker was having a blast and Pootie had joined him in singing.

“'Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off”

They got a huge round of applause and when he left the stage, all the waitresses were waiting to give him hugs. When he’d been thoroughly crushed by the breasts of the bigger men in skirts, the next person waiting to hug him was Olivia.

“Livy!? What are you doing here!?” He accepted the biggest hug from her.

“I got off early,” she said with a wide smile. ”Pootie told me he was going to do and I just had to be here to see your debut. You guys were great!” She hugged him, again.

As he pulled out of the hug, Kate appeared with a big smirk on her face. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises, little lady!?” She shook her head. “Cash out your tables, then I want to see you, your wife and your brother in my office. We need to talk, little girl.”
 
 
To Be Continued...