I’m Marty Stanley, a college sophomore at a college in Pennsylvania, on my way to Florida for Spring break traveling down Interstate 95. I’m presently going through South Carolina almost to Georgia. I left college real early this morning; planning to be in Florida tonight. Some say I’ll have a problem getting to the beach area that I'm to be at today. Rex and Dilbert both changed their plans of traveling with me and left yesterday. So I’m left traveling on my own. We have an apartment we rented for the week, actually ten days.

I’ve been making good time through Virginia, the Carolinas, and I’m close to being out of South Carolina. I had just driven through an area staked out by a lot of State Troopers and other law enforcement.

If I hadn’t slowed down, I would have flown by this beautiful girl and her awesome car along the side of the road. Everything about her and her AUDI A5 Cabriole convertible yelled for me to pull over and see if I could help her. She's very attractive, and I loved her outfit as well as the car she’s driving.

I had to drive past her before I could safely pull over, but she was very happy and grateful I did. She ran up to hug and give me a kiss just for stopping. She said, “Thanks for stopping, my name is Sandra Sparks. Thank you, thank you! I'll be so appreciative if you can help me!”

I introduce myself, “Marty Stanley, I’m heading down to Florida for spring break.”

“Oh, a college guy good. I’m hoping you can help me. I got a flat tire, my Momma and Daddy will be upset if they find out I got stranded here on the interstate.” She tells me, "I was supposed to get a new tire before I went to see my friends at St. George. But I would have been late if I had to wait to get my car serviced with new tires. I called Charlie and have an appointment so I would get in and out quickly on my way back. This happened and now I’ll have to do it tomorrow, hoping Daddy don’t notice.” I fell in love with her southern accent as well.

“So why are you concerned if I can help you or not?”

“Well you’re my size and I couldn’t get the tire off, those screwy nuts are much too tight. Someone used their power tool to put them on solid.”

I can’t believe that such a beautiful car has such worn tires. “Your Dad should have taken your car and gotten new tires on before this.”

“Daddy was going to, but when we went to get tires, Momma and I first went shopping and got some spring dresses and swimsuits that I just had to have. Daddy said he had to get more money.”

“Someone who has enough money so their daughter has a car like this should still have enough money for tires.”

She smiles, “He does, we have plenty, but my Daddy has it because he doesn’t let go of it too easily. He says, I need to learn the value of money, but I do. You’d need to see the beautiful clothes I got. Much of it was over 25% off. That’s why I bought so much then. I needed it for spring.”

I went back to her open trunk to get out the tire and jack. I said, “This car doesn’t have enough room to put that much shopping merchandise in.”

Sandra had a teasing smirk, “Momma and I were in my car and Daddy drove his new Caddy 300 V something. He usually parks at least three spaces beyond the last vehicle wherever. He was pissed when we stopped to shop, but Mom said he shouldn’t have been surprised. Momma and my sister have better cars than me.”

The tire looks normal size for which I’m thankful. I put the lug wrench to the wheel and begin to turn it. Well, I tried. Then I kicked my foot down on it, jumped on it, and finally, I heard it give and knelt back down. Sandy hadn’t heard it, but it had given a little. So this time I’m back down on my knees leaning into turning it with all my strength. It gave a little again and then again and again.

Sandra lets out an “Oouu” and then “I like that.”

I mentioned, “Well I guess I’m stronger than you thought.”

She says, “I guess the pretty guy is stronger than I had thought. But that is not what got my attention.”

I had started the different lug nuts and got them ready to come off before I finished lifting the car to change wheels. I had the wheels changed and the lug nuts pretty tight before I set the tire back on the ground enough that I could force the lug nuts as tight as I could get them.

I was finishing that when Sandra began to sing a little ditty, “I see London, I see France, I see someone’s” and she stops. I turn to hear the end of whatever she was going to sing, but she says, “They're not underpants.” I turn and look and sure enough, my yellow panties are showing. I’m sure I turned a beet red.

Sandra said, “Don’t be embarrassed, I think they’re really cute, and as you showed you’re no weakling.” I was looking for a cloth to wipe my hands before I dared tuck in my shirt. Sandy stepped to me, “Here let me help tuck in your shirt.” She first straightens my shirt and then with one hand begins to tuck my shirt in, with her hand going down inside my belt and pants.

Teasingly she says, “Now doesn’t this feel good having a girl’s hand going around inside your pants… Oh sorry, maybe you don’t find a girl’s attention good?”

I quickly say, “No, I do. I’m not the kind of guy you might think.” Both of us were now hesitant to say anything. I got back to collecting the wheel with the flat tire as well as the tire jack back into the trunk. I walk around the car checking the other tires which don’t seem very good. I looked at a dealer emblem that says, ‘Hilton Head’. I ask, “Do you live near Hilton Head? How far is that? I’m afraid I should follow you home or to your tire store before I leave you?”

She said, “Once we get to the exit it’s not too far. If you could follow me, I could make sure you’re well rewarded. I could tell you like my outfit. I could show you some of my other clothes as well. I think you’d like them.”

I ask, “Is this Hilton Head some little town, I’ve never heard of it.” The truth was it is the home or a summer home of many who are filthy wealthy.

She giggles, “You’ve never heard of it, I thought you said you’re a business major. It’s a small city-like area with many corporate CEOs and other wealthy people there.”

“So your folks are one of the wealthy families there?”

She again giggles, “We’re well enough off, but we’re not considered wealthy there.”

A State Trooper stopped as we’re getting ready to leave. Trooper Bev Ryan got out wanting to see our identification. Sandra tells her, “Marty was kind enough to stop and help me. Now he’s going to follow me home and make sure I get there safely.”

Trooper Ryan says, “He was, well let me run a check on both of you. I want to make sure you’re both safe.” She took our driver's licenses and went inside her patrol car to check. I was now getting a little upset as it cost me good daylight traveling time.

The trooper comes back, handing us our licenses saying, “Everything looks good, but you young lady make sure he doesn’t follow you into the house or gets you alone if no one’s home.”

“Even with no criminal record, you should be wary of letting a stranger get to you without others around.”

I say, “I’m not some big overpowering guy. I was just wanting to make sure she got there safely. I don’t think her other tires are that good?”

She says, “I checked them, they should be good to get home. It is nice that you care. I’d escort her home if I thought you were dangerous. I just cannot tell enough to be 100% sure.”

Trooper Ryan got into her patrol car after we did and turns on all of her emergency lights to get the attention of oncoming traffic. Sandra pulls out first and I follow as the Trooper pulls out into traffic as well. The exit was a few miles ahead and I follow Sandra off and the Trooper followed me. We go under the interstate and east toward the ocean. The trooper turned north back onto the Interstate 95 north.

I saw at least two sheriff vehicles in a short distance. Sandra’s idea of a short distance is much longer than mine. We have traveled over fifteen and then twenty-five miles before the signs indicate Hilton Head is close. We go over a toll bridge and Sandy was nice enough to pay my toll as well as hers. The toll person gives me a warning, “Make sure you’re good and don’t cause any trouble. I have your license number, just in case.”

It is another ten miles before we pull into a long driveway. I can see the ocean off the back of their property as we drive up to the house. There are other houses in the area, but the closet is over two football fields away. We drove up to the front door where Sandra stopped and indicated I should do the same.

She checked inside and waved me in. The house probably isn’t considered a mansion, but it’s not far from it. I walked in and the ceilings on the first floor at probably fifteen feet high. A young college-age woman comes skipping down some steps to greet us.

Sandra and her sister start at the same time, but her sister is speaking louder, “Hi, I’m her big sister Hannah. I’ve just got home from university on spring break. Sandy said you helped her with a flat tire on Interstate 95. …My folks are going to want to personally thank you.
Thankfully, it will be two hours before they get home.”

I say, “Thankfully? I’ll be in Georgia hoping to be close to Florida, by then.”

Hannah said, “Then Sandy didn’t tell you what she was hoping to do for you?”

I’m thinking of a nice dinner, allowing me to get into the ocean or something nice but simple. I wouldn’t have guessed. Sandy perked up with no shyness, “I was hoping you would like a chance to dress up in a pretty dress of mine or Hannah’s. We could do your makeup and brush out your hair. I even have some new panties and bras you could choose from.”

The statement so matter of factly given took my breath away. I look for a place to sit. Hannah said, “She told me about your pretty yellow panties and that you must have been wearing lipstick earlier. I’m not sure if you regularly wear earrings but those are unusually nice for a boy.”

“You have me all wrong,” as I said it I was sure I wasn't convincing. “I can explain. We celebrated last night and…”

Hannah said, “Give it a break, you refreshed the lip gloss not so long ago. And you weren’t careful. You used one that stains, stays on, and doesn’t wipe off easily.”

Hannah says, “The Trooper probably thought you were cute as well as harmless.”

Sandy said, “Don’t be embarrassed, we both think it's cool to meet you and have you here. But a minimum of two hours doesn’t leave us a lot of time to dress you up and give you a chance to see yourself more as a girl.”

They each took hold of a hand and I’m a third of the way up the staircase before I pull to a stop. “No, you can’t; I shouldn’t. I’m not a Ken doll.”

Sandy began to giggle uncontrollably, “No, you’re much closer to Barbie.” She caught herself, “I’m sorry, I am not trying to make fun of you but to compliment how pretty I think you’re going to look.”

I don’t exactly know when they started walking up the stairs again, but I’m on the second floor walking toward an open bedroom door. Hannah touched my hair, letting her fingers glide through it, “You need to get yourself good and clean before I let you try on an outfit and girly up. I suggest a shower.” She came in front of me saying, “You take nice care of your hair more so than most guys. It’s lacking body and could use a good conditioner. A bigger question would be, about your legs being smooth and hair-free?”

“I let them go two weeks ago when I knew I’d be out on the beach for spring break.”

Hannah says, “There are several excuses you could have given, but the hairy creature is out and you need to slay him. I’ll let you use a new razor. If your face is any indication it shouldn’t be a big task.”

Shyly I say, “But what if your folks come home early, what am I to do?” Both chime in, “They won’t! They’re more likely to take longer.”

Before I go to the shower they insist they have to measure me to make sure they know what size I am.

I’m in the shower, the Bumble B shampoo and conditioner were fantastic. My skin feels silky as my towel glides down my legs. I’ve dried my hair out some and rolled it up in a towel. I had longed for a moment like this but had given up on it ever happening. And now I’m toweling off my body. I think it was Sandy’s body wash that I used. I know I’m imagining the difference more than it probably is.

Hannah knocked on the door and walked into the bathroom, which was larger than my bedroom, as is their closet. I commented on them both. Hannah says this is all Sandy’s space. Our Dad thought it was a bit much, but he gave in. Sandra compromised so Daddy didn’t have to redo the house plans anymore. I think her bedroom is 24’ by 18’.

“Here scoot into these silky boy shorts they’ll help hide what's needed.” I am pulling them up, fairly sure Hannah checked out my legs. “Very good, very good indeed girl.” Her finger coming up a leg gave a feeling of ecstasy that I’ve never felt before. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. She helped me put on a short robe and took me out into Sandy’s bedroom.

Sandy was putting out the last and most lavish of three choices: a beautiful skirt and layered top for one, a beautiful dress, and lastly a gown with many accessories. Both Sandy and Hannah said that the last one would be more work with less time to enjoy it. If we wanted to be good and safe. I choose a short evening dress.

Sandy took me over to her bed and asked me to lay down so she can fit me. Hannah said, “These were for my little sister when she was not endowed like me.” They were tracing circles a few inches out and around my nipples. I was beside myself in letting two girls do this to me. But my desire to see what I would look like helped me to relax enough and not to slap their hands away like I felt I should.

Once traced, Hannah carefully glues the areas and by the time she finished the second area. Sandy with clean hands carefully places the faux breast form to my chest. Then she lets out a mournful groan. “Oh, I put it on the wrong side.”

Thankfully it wasn’t, but I had taken the bait and was ready to cry. Then her sister said, “Quit teasing, we want to get this done and she dressed and made up.” Hannah was placing the other form on and holding it in place.

Looking down on the breast forms may not be the best angle of taking their beauty in, but it was the closest I had ever been. I was very impressed. Even more so after Sandy blends in the makeup along the edges and one can see no difference. It looked like I had soft supple breasts.

Hannah said, "They were especially nice and realistic. They fill the bra exquisitely. And the dress allows your cleavage to show ever so modestly." But it’s all more than I am ready for.

Just a light makeup job is done and my hair is a brush to look very feminine.

We’re now sitting downstairs sipping some wine and eating cheese. I go to the kitchen to return my finished wine glass and I’m coming back to the sitting area where we were gathered. The door from the garage was close to me and it began to open. Mrs. Ellen Sparks came in and said hello as she saw me.

Hannah and Sandra both come hurrying into the hallway. “Mom, what are you doing home, you’re early?”

"Hello girls, we thought we would get back early and surprise you."

“Yes, we thought it would have been a half-hour at the earliest; we were hoping longer to two hours.”

Sandra introduced me, “Momma this is Marti Stanley; we met earlier today when she helped me.”

Mrs. Sparks says, “Once your father got a call from someone who said they saw you on the side of the Interstate being helped. Your Dad called the State Patrol and found out you were okay and that the trooper made sure you were safely on your way home.”

Your Dad said, “We heard that a Marty Stanley helped you but the description was of a young college guy with long hair. I would like an explanation before I jump to the wrong conclusion. She is much prettier than we had imagined...”

The conclusion to soon follow...