Lambs of the Harvest Moon (Part 2)

The freshmen boys of Asher College have obsessed for weeks in anticipation of Phi Lambda Phi’s annual ‘Harvest Moon Panty Raid’ but Nick Wilder has other plans. He’s got his eye on one Phi Lamb in particular and he’s not about to screw it up by being like everyone else. But plans change and so must Nick if he’s going to get the girl of his dreams.

Chapter 4

Mitsy tapped on the microphone before speaking, “Congratulations to everyone has been chosen by a member of our freshman pledge class.”

Nick saw only twelve of them remained. He didn’t see Kristy but Clem’s bulk was impossible to miss.

He found it hard to believe he’d been chosen for anything, especially in a group like this. These girls were so beautiful, they made his eyes hurt if he stared too long. Of course that didn’t stop him from checking them out one by one. If someone asked him to describe a Phi Lamb, his answer would have described Gwen – blonde hair, a striking face, body with curves in all the right places, ample breasts, and a smile that could break any man’s heart. He assumed they all looked the same.

Seeing them gathered in a group showed vast differences between each of the girls. He saw blondes, redheads, and brunettes. Some were tall and others short. A few looked ready for sports while others had a studious quality. They all had one thing in common. Every single one had it – the thing that separates cute girls from the kind that turns heads.

Nick had never had the courage to talk to any girl at his high school. They too had their own range of looks but none were in the same league as any Phi Lamb. A flush fell over his face as he imagined one of these girls speaking to him. It made no sense.
A sudden panic filled his core. What could he say to one of these girls? They were all way out of his league, including Gwen. What was he thinking, coming here? How long until they found him a fraud?

A voice whispered in his head, “You are as worthy as any other.”

Nick felt a pull on his hand and saw Gwen yanking him towards the door.

“We need to hurry.”

Nick asked, “What’s going on?”

Gwen’s face showed mild annoyance, “Were you too busy staring at my sisters’ breasts to listen to instructions?”

Nick stammered, “No …”

“Save it,” Gwen said, shaking her head.

Nick sensed he’d failed a test, “Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

Nick watched as other Phi Lambs hurried their freshmen charges into rooms. Gwen continued to the third floor.

Nick tried to calm himself when he realized their probable destination. “Do you live up here?”

“I’m a freshman, just like you.” Gwen spoke in a matter of fact manner.

“Oh yeah … “ Nick nodded, “… I forgot.” Every freshman had to live in a dorm.

“My ‘big sis’ said we could use her room.” Gwen pointed.

Nick didn’t need to look to see where Gwen’s ‘big sis’ lived. He didn’t have that kind of luck. He told Roger he didn’t want to come to the place for the sole purpose of not making things more awkward with Geology Girl. Now that girl pulled him up the stairs, as Nick tried to think of a good excuse for what they’d done. “About the mess we left…”

“Mess?” Gwen said, as she led him through the door and into the bedroom. The room looked spotless.

“Uhh …” Not a single pair of panties was to be seen in the entire room. Someone had even gone to the trouble of making the bed, Nick said, “The room didn’t look like this when we left.”

“I know.” Gwen smiled at Nick. “It’s a little sis’ job to clean her big sis’ room. You did leave a bit of a mess but I got off easy if the stories my sisters told are to be believed.””

Nick remembered the frenzied looks of freshmen boys running up and down the halls, each holding their pairs of panties like they’d won a trophy. He could only imagine the things they’d done behind closed doors.

“I’m so sorry … my friends got out of control.” Nick remembered falling onto the bed. “I made a bit of a mess too.”

Gwen nodded, “I know what you did. I saw the whole thing. Do you think we’d let the entire freshmen class go into our bedrooms without a monitoring system?” Gwen smiled, “The truth is I watched you the entire time as I know from personal experience you’re a perv.”

Nick blushed, “How many times do I need to apologize?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Gwen said before disappearing into the room’s closet.

None of this made sense. For the last month he’d made this girl feel uncomfortable and by her own admission she rated him a five on a scale of one to ten. He struggled to make conversation earlier and to top it off, she’d had to clean up the mess he’d made.

“Why did you choose me?”

Gwen didn’t answer or she didn’t hear the question. She called from the closet. “Do you prefer blondes or brunettes? Or something in between?”

Thinking of such things always made Nick tongue tied. His words came out in a whisper. “I … don’t know.”

Gwen popped her head out of the door. “I can’t hear you when I’m in the next room, you’re going to need to speak louder.”

Nick took a deep breath and held it. He did his best to sound confident. “I like blondes.”

“What kind of blonde?”

“You know … blonde-blonde. Like yours.”

Nick could see he’d disappointed Gwen somehow. “I’m not blonde-blonde. The technical name for my hair color is honey blonde. You need to be more specific.”

Nick said, “What’s the difference?”

“There’s a huge difference.” Gwen said, her annoyance growing by the second, “There are thousands of variations of blonde in the world. Go to the hair dye section next time you’re in a store. You’ll see hundreds of boxes claiming they’ll turn your hair into various shades of blonde.”

Nick asked, “Do you dye your hair?”

A sudden chill filled the air as Gwen stuck her head out of the closet. She did not look happy. “Does it look like I’ve dyed my hair?”

“No, of course not.” Nick said. He was dumb when it came to girls, but smart enough to know when he’d said something stupid.

“That’s a good boy.” Gwen said, winking at Nick, “You’re not totally hopeless.”

She disappeared into the closet announcing names of blonde hair from its depths, “There’s light blonde, medium blonde, dark blonde, platinum blonde, dirty blonde, champagne blonde, bleach blonde, ash blonde, honeysuckle blonde, golden blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry blonde and that’s off the top of my head. There’s a thousand variants in between.”

Nick asked, “What’s a strawberry blonde?”

“Ohhh … strawberry blonde could be cute.” Gwen said, speaking with a sudden delight in her voice. “Do you prefer long hair or short hair?”

Nick asked, “Why?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, Nick.” Gwen popped her head out of the closet. “Just answer the question.”

As this beautiful girl stared at him Nick couldn’t help but be entranced by Gwen’s long locks swaying back and forth like a pendulum. “I like girls with long hair.”

“Me too,” Gwen smiled as she ran back into the closet. “As luck would have it, my big sis has something I think you’ll enjoy.” She re-emerged from the closet a second later with her hand hidden behind her back. “Long hair can be a pain but guys do seem to like it.”
Nick pointed at Gwen’s obvious attempt at deception. “What are you hiding?”

Gwen moved her hand from behind her back, revealing a wig, “You asked about strawberry blonde hair. This is strawberry blonde.”

Nick said, “It looks red.” Gwen put her arm around Nick’s shoulder. He nearly passed out the moment her body heat joined with his, a sudden shiver moving down his whole body until the tips of his toes were tingling.

Gwen explained, “A strawberry blonde is blonde hair with red overtones. This wig is one variation. Some strawberry blondes are more blonde. Others are more red.”

Nick felt Gwen’s hands touching his head, the intrusion into his personal space allowing him to speak. “What are you doing?”
Gwen said, “I would think it’s rather obvious.”

Nick watched as long strands of reddish hair fell piled on his shoulders. It was something he’d considered many times but never dared try.

“You’re putting the wig on me?”

If Gwen answered, Nick didn’t hear it. A thousand tingles from the wig pressed down against his scalp, entering his mind as the rest of his body fell limp.

***SLAP***

“Ouch!” The hand was soft on Nick’s cheek yet hard enough to wake him. “That hurt.”

Gwen said, “That didn’t hurt, you big baby.”

Nick shook his head. As he shook, long strands of reddish-blonde hair shook with him. “What happened?”

“You passed out when I put the wig on your head. Are you so shy that the mere touch of a girl’s hand causes you to faint?” Gwen’s voice was teasing, but spoke in a matter of fact manner.

Nick pulled at the long curls falling around his neck. “I meant … this.”

“It’s a wig. Did you listen to a word Mitsy said about the next challenge?”

Nick thought back, vaguely remembering Mitsy’s words as he stared at the room full of Phi Lambs. “I listened … some.”

“We have ninety minutes to get ready …” Gwen sighed as she looked at the clock on the wall. “… make that eighty-four minutes.
Contestants will be judged in five categories - Poise, Presentation, Verbal skills, Talent, and Fitness.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you weren’t listening.” Gwen said, her face annoyed. “The next test is a beauty pageant.”

Nick shook his head. “No … no … way. I can’t do that.” The long curls of his strawberry blonde wig flew back and forth.

“We don’t have time for shy Nick anymore.” Gwen said, fixing Nick’s hair.

“I can’t be in a beauty pageant.” Nick explained. “I’ve always been shy. I can’t help it. I can barely speak to you without passing out. How can I go on stage in front of the most beautiful girls on campus with this on my head?”

Gwen nodded, “You don’t have to go on stage and participate in the pageant. That’s your choice but if you choose that route, you’ll be given a pair of panties and asked to leave the house like the others.”

“I thought I was a ‘friend’ of Phi Lambda Phi”?”

“I consider you a friend.” Gwen’s face grew serious. “But if you leave, you’ll be missing out on an opportunity of a lifetime.” She pointed to a beautiful evening gown hanging from the door’s frame. “Let’s cut the BS. We both know you want to wear that.”

“What?” Nick looked at the dress. “I don’t want …” His voice froze the longer he stared at the gown’s sparkles.

Nick's inner voice spoke, “She knows. Why hide the truth?”

Gwen said, “It’s like I told you before, hanging with Phi Lambs means ridding yourself of inhibitions. We do silly stuff all the time and I guarantee you won’t be the only nervous person on stage. And everyone who joins you will be wearing something similar.”

“Even Clem?” Nick tried to imagine Clem in an evening gown.

Gwen nodded, “Even Clem.”

“How do I know this isn’t payback for the things we did to your rooms?” Nick said, “How do I know you aren’t filming this and going to show it to everyone on campus for revenge for the panty raid.”

“Well, first of all, none of the guys who took panties are in the contest.” Gwen held up a pair of pink panties. “You carried these to the front door, but dropped them right before you exited.”

“How do you know that?”

“I told you before.” Gwen tossed the panties on the bed. “I watched you from the moment you walked through our gates.”

“Because you think I’m a perv?”

“I don’t think you’re a perv. Not really.” Gwen said, “I think you are special and I think we could become very good friends if you stop trying to be something you are not.”

“I can’t …” Nick stared at the gown. It called to him, begging to be worn. “Everyone will laugh.”

“No one in this house will laugh unless you do or say something funny. They will not laugh if they see you in that dress. It’s a pre-planned part of tonight’s festivities.” Gwen sat and the bed next to Nick. “That wig looks great on you by the way and there are lots of other things we can do to make you look even better. By the time we get you into that gown, you’ll look like the belle of the ball.”

“You think so?” Nick blushed. He looked towards the mirror on the other side of the room. Gwen was right. The wig did look better than he expected.

“I think you can win.” Gwen put her hand on Nick’s thigh. “Never forget. Girls like men who aren’t afraid to show their feminine side.”

“They do?”

“I do.” Gwen moved her hand a little higher. “But I can’t speak for every girl.”

“Oh … uhh …” Nick tried to speak as his whole body began to tingle. His mind went blank as the feeling moved to his entire body and he started to feel faint. “What are you doing?”

Gwen pulled at Nick’s dress. “You need to take off your clothes.”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t be so shy.” Gwen smiled at Nick as she removed her sweatshirt. “A naked body is a wondrous sight. It should be celebrated.”

Nick saw Gwen wasn’t wearing a bra. “Oh my god.”

“Focus, Nick.”

“I am focusing.” Nick couldn’t take his eyes off Gwen’s chest. He’d dreamed of them but never expected to see them in all their glory.
Gwen’s hand slap wasn’t so gentle this time.

“Ouch!”

“I didn’t mean for you to focus on my tits.” Gwen’s voice sounded angrier than her face showed. “My god you boys are so single-minded at times. Do you think it would help if I let you touch them? I’m made of flesh of bone, just like you.”

“Touch them???” The mere thought pushed the tingly feeling from head to toe. “I can’t…”

Gwen sounded frustrated, “I’m not sure if I should be disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm or impressed by your restraint.”

“It’s not…” Nick had dreamed about breasts for years. The idea of touching Gwen … holding a pair of breasts in both hands. It was too much. ”Are you sure it’s ok?”

The voice spoke, “Push through your fears.”

“See, you are different.” Gwen smiled, “I doubt there’s a dozen guys on campus who’d restrain themselves if a Phi Lamb offered them their tits.” Gwen grabbed one of Nick’s hands and moved it to her chest.

Gwen’s warmth flowed into Nick’s fingers, the energy flowing to the rest of his body. Her skin was so soft, like two pillows resting on a cloud. His hands had a mind of their own, pressing – pulling – exploring as the heat inside his body grew to a fever pitch.

When he opened his eyes he saw Gwen doing similar things to his own chest. “What are you doing?”

“It’s only fair.”

Nick watched Gwen’s attempts to manipulate his underdeveloped chest. He’d never been much of an athlete or had the definition of a person who lifted weights, hardly worth the effort.

Gwen smiled, “Does this feel GOOD?”

A series of shivers ran down Nick’s spine as he continued his digital manipulations. Gwen ended her own efforts, her reciprocal attempts not appreciated.

“I’ve never understood guys’ fascination with breasts. They’re fatty protrusions with nipples. They’re no big deal.”

Nick said, shutting his eyes. “Says you.”

“So you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Are mine big enough?”

Nick hesitated a second, “Ummm …. sure.”

“Wow.” Gwen pulled away leaving Nick’s hands cold. “Really?”

“You’re breasts are amazing, Gwen.”

“Too late.”

“Your boobs are the first ones I’ve ever touched. I’m hardly an expert.” Nick said, realizing the bras Gwen wore to class made them look bigger than the reality.

“Yeah, yeah. I know what you want.” Gwen stood up. “Be right back.”

Gwen returned with a bra in her hand. “I’m a C cup. This is a DD. Would you prefer boobs this size?”

Nick shrugged, knowing there was no good answer to her question.

Gwen jumped on the bed. “Raise your arms.”

“What? Why?”

“It annoys me how guys always seem to love big boobs but they aren’t the ones who have to lug them around.” She put his arms through the straps then fastened them in back. “Try to imagine all the flesh it would take to fill this thing.

Nick closed his eyes. He’d imagined it thousands of times. He wiggled his chest, looking down disappointed at the lack of feeling. He reached around to take off the bra, an act he’d perfected in the back room of the department store.

“Leave it on. You like big boobs. The truth is so do our judges.” Gwen pointed to a chair on the other side of the room. “Time for your makeup.”

Nick’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the word. “Makeup?”

“You’ll never win the pageant without makeup.” Gwen placed a finger under Nick’s chin, forcing his eyes to rise up from her chest. “Don’t worry, the other contestants will be wearing makeup too.”

“So I have no choice?” Nick smiled, doing his best to hide his excitement.

“Not unless you want a guaranteed loss.” Gwen pointed at a chair next to the large mirror. “Sit.”

Gwen turned the dressing table’s chair around as soon as Nick sat. “We’re behind schedule so no questions as I work. Do you trust me?”

Nick nodded, “I trust you.”

“Good.” Gwen said as she started spreading lotion all over Nick’s face. “You have great skin. Has anyone ever told you?”

“The ladies at the department store said it all the time. They wanted to know my skin care regime.”

“What is your skin care regime?” Gwen had moved on to some other type of crème, spreading it under his eyes.

“Don’t have one.” Nick shrugged. ”Soap and water I guess.”

“Good genes get you so far but everyone, including Phi Lambs, needs a skin care regime.” Gwen used some sort of stick around Nick’s eyes, then rubbed it in with a finger.

“Even you?”

“Even me.”

“Can I see?” Nick wanted to see.

“Not until I’m finished.”

“You suck.”

“Yeah.” Gwen said, her voice growing serious. “There’s something you need to know but before I tell you, I need you to promise me you won’t get mad.”

“I won’t get mad.” Nick said, half listening. Gwen never put on her sweatshirt back on. As she leaned forward, her naked chest was inches from his face.

“I’ve been hiding something from you.”

“Hiding?” Nick said, his eyes rising from Gwen’s chest. “If anything, you’ve shared more than I ever thought possible.”

“I’ve got plenty of secrets.” Gwen had moved on to applying some sort of powder. “It’s about you … I mean … this sorority gets a lot of stalker types.”

Nick smiled at Gwen’s sudden stammers, “I said I was sorry.”

Gwen ignored the interruption. “You were investigated. It was very thorough.”

This got Nick’s attention. “What does that mean - investigated?”

Gwen recited from memory. “Nick Wilder. Pinewood High graduate. 2.6 GPA. No pictures in the yearbook. No sports. No academic achievement. No extracurricular activities. Worked in a department store after school for the past three years to help his Mom with expenses. Dad left before first birthday. Under $1,000 in savings. No car. Only child. Graduated high school with a little over a thousand classmates but no one he called a close friend.”

“Holy shit, Gwen!” Nick exclaimed, “And you call me the stalker?”

“This sorority takes the safety of its members very seriously.” Gwen didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest. “I know your secret. I sensed it the first time I noticed you staring.”

“What does that mean?”

Gwen pressed on the bra. “You wanted to wear this as soon as you saw it. You like wearing it.”

“What???” Nick shook his head. Gwen couldn’t possibly know. He hadn’t dressed up one time since he’d stepped on campus.

“It took a while to figure out you didn’t want me.” Gwen put her hands around Nick, feeling him up as she pressed against his chest. “You want this.” She continued to grope him. “You want it more than you can admit to anyone, even yourself.”

Nick shook his head. “That’s not true…”

“Our investigators are very thorough. They hacked the computer at the department store and went through the security tapes.” Gwen shared her sweetest smile. “Do you want to guess what the tapes showed on the nights you closed the store by yourself?”

Nick didn’t need to guess. “It’s not what you think. It was customer research.”

“Sure…” Gwen didn’t say another word, instead picking up her makeup brushes and applying one color after another.

Nick wanted to explain but couldn’t find the words. He’d known from a young age he was different from the other guys. Hanging with them never made sense. It wasn’t that he wanted to play with girls either. He’d never been into dolls or once had a desire to bake a pretend cake. But seeing classmates in their pretty dresses did something to him and the feeling got worse as he got older. He’d made several attempts to fit in but found it easier to retreat altogether. When he got the job at the department store it was easy to blame family finances as the reason he wanted to spend all his free time there.

Gwen ran a brush through Nick’s hair. “Has anyone ever told you, you’ve got beautiful eyes?”

Nick shook his head, trying to push the memories from his mind. “Does my Mom count?”

Gwen smiled, “The trick to makeup is using colors which accentuate a person’s best features while hiding their flaws. There are girls in this house who guys wouldn’t look at twice until they’ve spent a half hour at the dressing table. She turned Nick’s head towards the mirror.

“What do YOU think of YOU?”

Nick couldn’t believe what he saw. Feelings of awe and guilt intertwined his thoughts of angst and joy. A girl’s hair. A girl’s eyes. A girl’s lips. A girl’s face. “That’s not me.”

“I disagree, Nick. I think this is you. The real you.”

The inner voice repeated, “The real you.”

Gwen continued, “This face needs a name. What do you think about Nicky?”

Hearing his secret name out loud brought Nick out of his stupor. There’s no way Gwen could know this, no matter how good her investigators. He’d never dared to speak the name out loud.

Nick stared at the woman in the mirror. “How did you know what I name her?”

Gwen shrugged, “Nick … Nicky. It’s not a large leap.”

Nick nodded. “This girl spells it Nikki. N-I-K-K-I. With two Is and two Ks.”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Of course she does.”

Nick nodded then turned his head back and forth. With the wig and this makeup … at a distance and at night … would anyone be able to tell? “I want to go outside.”

“I like this sudden burst of enthusiasm but that’s impossible.” Gwen said, while shaking her head. “We’re running out of time and we have a lot left to do.”

“We do?”

Gwen looked down. Nick followed her gaze to see something sticking out from under the bottom of his dress. “Oh my god. Why didn’t you say something?”

“It isn’t hurting anything but we need to address the problem before you put on that gown. It’s going to show every bump, curve, and bulge.”

Nick nodded, “Of course.”

Gwen held up a bottle of lube. “You’ll find the bathroom down the hall.”

It didn’t seem possible that he was standing in a Phi Lamb’s bathroom. Masturbating in a Phi Lamb’s bathroom was next level crazy.
The bathroom looked like any other bathroom. A standup shower with shampoos and razors, a toilet sitting next to it, and a large vanity covered with all sorts of cremes and lotions. He’d never considered women as beautiful as the Phi Lambs would need any help. In his mind, he assumed Phi Lambs sprang from their beds as goddesses fully formed, ready to take on the world.

A look in the mirror showed a body full of dichotomies -both top and bottom. Nick struggled to believe the top half could look so good while the bottom half showed his most unladylike bump.

The voice called out but it sounded different. Darker and more intense. “Give in to desire. I will do the rest.”

“Did you say something, Gwen?”

Gwen shouted through the door, “I asked if you were almost done? We’re running short on time.”

“Working on it.” Nick grabbed himself, manipulating his member like he’d done a thousand times before. A look in the mirror showed a girl staring back.

The girl wasn’t a beauty, far from it but she was pretty enough to fool someone from a distance and with Nick’s unathletic frame and massive bra he dreamed of massive boobs bouncing on his chest.

“What is wrong with me?” The woman in the mirror mouthed the words as Nick said them.

The voice said, “There is nothing wrong with.

It wasn’t the first time Nick had heard a voice. He’d been hearing voices his whole life, telling him to do things against the dictates of normal society.

The voice commanded, “Close your eyes.”

A check in the mirror showed the woman’s lips hadn’t moved.

Nick couldn’t remember the first time he had the feeling of being different. He didn’t remember the first time he’d put on women’s clothing. He’d gotten them from his Mom’s closet but as far as he’d known it was something he’d always done.

The funny thing was that even with an early start, he’d hid his fascination with the closet from his Mom. It wasn’t hard. The woman worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, always tired whenever she was home. She never said a word when an old ratty blouse turned up missing or when her shoes weren’t returned to the exact proper place. He’d worried she’d catch him every single time which is why getting the job at the department store was so great. It gave more options and more freedom and after everyone was gone, the back storage became his private sanctuary, a home away from home.

The voice said, “Imagine yourself as a girl and I can help you feel like one.”

Nick couldn’t remember the first time he heard Nikki’s voice, egging him on to do the unthinkable.. Every step, every little indulgence they took increased the chance of discovery. He’d run from her, run from temptations present everywhere in the department store. Now it seemed running to a college three hundred miles from home wasn’t far enough.

The pressure grew slowly at first then built … built … built … Nick’s body tensed at first, but he willed himself to relax, opening himself to new sensations. He gasped as the force entered his body, his instinct to cast out the foreign presence overcome by a fiery presence building at his core, flipping the world on its head. The warmth built like a wildfire allowing him to sense every cell, every pore, every hair on top his head forcing Nick clenched his legs tight as breath came in ragged gasps. He was a girl, happy and free, his skin slick as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. All that mattered was the dance of a primal rhythm, building, growing as Nick’s hands held firm on fleshy mounds until the first wave of pleasure crashed down followed by a second and then a third.

Gwen asked, “Is everything okay in there?”

“Yeah.” Nick said, trying to catch his breath. The bottom of lube lay upopened on the counter. A look down showed his unsightly bulge temporarily at bay.

“Hey Gwen?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have those panties?”

“You read my mind.” A second later Gwen’s hand appeared through a crack in the door, passing him a pair of panties along with an item Nick hadn’t requested.“Thanks.” Nick recognized the panties at once, the panties he’d chosen the first time he’d entered this room. He read about the second, never daring to buy one, his face flushing as he stared at the gaff.

“Any questions in there?”

“No.” The situation was embarrassing enough.

“I can come in if you want.”

“No … no way.” Nick answered.

“If you’re sure.” Nick heard a girl’s giggle outside the bathroom door.

The gaff wasn’t much more than two pieces of cloth pulled together, too small to cover much of anything. Nick pulled it up his legs like a pair of panties, pull it tight against his waist, then remembering the videos he’d watched, allowed the device to press his penis down while his balls pressed so tight he thought they might burst.The sudden *pop* *pop* forced Nick to his knees as he expected pain but when none came, he stood to full measure. Uncomfortable … to be sure. But that didn’t matter when Nick pulled up the panties and saw he had nothing to show across his entire front.

The voice sounded happy. “Well done.”

Nick opened the bathroom door, anxious to show Gwen but when he did he saw her in the hallway, holding out a pink razor.

“ Time to shave.”

“I shaved this morning.” Nick replied.”

“I wasn't talking about your face.”

It took Nick a second to understand Gwen’s meaning. “No … no way.” The wig, the dress, the panties … they could be removed but shaving my legs? Every guy at the dorm would notice the next time he took a shower.”

“If that’s how you feel, you might as well go home right now.” Gwen said. “Is that what you want?”

Nick shook his head.

Gwen’s voice softened. “Tell you’re worried about your dorm-mates, tell them you’re taking up biking or thinking of joining the swim team. Trust me, you wouldn’t be the first guy on campus who shaved his legs. Consider that and consider how you’re going to feel appearing in front of the entire assemblage of Phi Lambs wearing a gown with hairy legs.”

Nick shook his head, “I thought we were out of time?”

“We’ll make time for this.” Gwen insisted, “You’ll find the shaving cream on the side of the tub.”

Nick looked at the tub and then back to Gwen before shutting the bathroom door. While her words might make sense, he didn’t have to give her the satisfaction of letting her watch. A look in the mirror proved Gwen’s point. Long strawberry blonde hair, bra and panties, and a painted girl’s face with hairy thighs and hairy calves.

The voice said, “Don’t pretend that you haven’t dreamed of this.”

Nick took off his dress, closing his eyes as the cream spread even over his skin. He drew strength from it, the perfumed scent sending tingles to every strand of hair, allowing the razor to find its way through the thick growth and leave nothing in its wake. Two shapely legs appeared with every flash of the blade, the remaining flesh no longer resembling those of a boy.

“How far do I need to shave?”

“You’re wearing a knee length gown. No need to give yourself a Brazilian.”

Nick wanted to stop but his hands had different ideas, pressing through the thick forest above, only stopping when it reached the panty line. A spray of the showerhead removed the evidence, allowing a mass of fine hair to make its way to the drain.

“Don’t forget to moisturize.”

Nick’s hands sliding moisturizing cream over now smooth skin, his pores ingesting much needed hydration, the lotion‘s magic turning his skin an even hue. He continued to rub until all signs of the moisturizer worked their way deep into his skin, and when he was sure quickly pulled the dress on to see the results in the mirror.

“Holy shit. I could pass as a girl.”

Tears crept into Nick’s eyes. He’d dreamed of this for so long and now…

Gwen’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Did you remember your pits?”

Nick knew the answer to Gwen’s question before he dared to look, and grabbing his weapons of pink razor and lady’s cream with new found determination, found no whisper of complaint.

Nick twirled on the balls of his feet. “How do I look?”

Gwen’s silence gave Nick pause, “Not too bad.”

“Not too bad?” Nick said, a little disappointed.

Gwen held up the emerald green formal gown allowing Nick to step into it. “Have you thought of a talent?

“Talent?” A surge of fear crept up Nick’s spine.

“Have you ever watched a beauty pageant? Every contestant needs a talent.”

“I don’t have a talent.”

Nick felt the zipper pull into place as the gown pulled tight to his body. He turned one way then the other, watching the material follow his hips. “This dress feels amazing. It must cost a fortune.”

“You should know. You’re the one who worked in a department store. You look amazing by the way.”

Nick took a deep breath. He could scarcely imagine allowing Gwen or anyone on campus seeing him like this a few hours earlier, but now … being in this room with Gwen … it didn’t seem so bad.

“Thank you.”

Gwen loosened the zipper on the gown, loosening the shoulder straps. “Take off the bra.”

Nick noticed the problem too. Thin straps of the bra showed alongside the thin straps of the gown, this type of fashion faux pas would never do in a gown this nice. Luckily, years at the department store gave him knowledge on how to handle such matters.

“Does your big sis have a bandeau bra?”

Gwen gave Nick a look, “Someone knows their bras.” She opened a dresser drawer, pulling out a stretchy piece of black cloth,
Nick blushed as he hurriedly pulled the strapless bra into place. When he finished he saw Gwen holding two large silicone lumps.

“No way.”

“The gown needs them. You will throw off the dress’ curves if you don’t stuff that bra.”

Nick turned to the side, seeing at once Gwen was right. “Do they need to be so big?”

“You’re the one who likes big boobs. Are you telling me you don’t own a pair of these?”

Nick shook his head. He’d checked them out dozens of times online but never dared.

Gwen asked, “Do you need me to help?”

Nick grabbed the breast forms, his hands moving them into place before his brain had a chance to think.

“I thought you said you didn’t own a pair…” Gwen smiled.

“I’ve watched a lot of videos.” Nick said. “How do they look?”

“Check for yourself in the mirror.”

Nick knew he was blushing but didn’t care. He looked in the mirror, then did a slight jump. The bra rose then fell then jiggled a bit.

Gwen asked, “You like?”

Nick nodded. “I like. I like very much.” He squeezed the bulges on his chest, disappointed to feel nothing. “They’re heavier than I expected.”

The voice said, “Real breasts are lighter than those fake things. Would you like a pair?”

Gwen shook her head. “You need to be thinking of a talent, not playing with your fake tits.”

Nick watched the mirror as he jumped again, marveling at the realistic way his ‘boobs’ bounced. “It’s too bad I can’t feel anything when I touch them. It ruins the fantasy.”

“Seriously, Nick.” Gwen said. “You need to stop playing with your tits and start thinking of talent.” Gwen held up a package of press-on nails. “I assume you know how to put these on?”

Nick nodded, removing the adhesive on the artificial nail before pressing the first one on his right index finger. It took less than a minute to finish his right hand, showing Gwen by tapping his nails on the counter. “One time I tried those do-it-yourself acrylic kits when my Mom was away. Those are a lot harder than the videos make them look.”

“Acrylics can be dangerous.” Gwen said, showing off her French manicure. “You gotta be careful taking them off or you’ll tear your nail bed.”

“My nails looked like shit for a few weeks after I tried acrylics but Mom never noticed.”

“You’d be surprised what women notice. We pick up on more than men know.”

“Perhaps.” Nick smiled, enjoying the sound of the audible ‘tap, tap, tap’ of his fingernails on the counter. “My Mom went out of town for an entire weekend. I wore fake nails the entire time. I made a mess trying to make dinner. Using my cell phone was impossible. I kept stabbing everything. I don’t know how you ladies get anything done in these.”

He held up his hands, both now had fake nails extending a half inch past the end of his fingertips..

Gwen wiggled her fingers. “You get used to it. I can type 80 words a minute.”

Nick closed his hand causing several sharp pokes to press into his palm.

The voice encouraged, “Bask in the feeling.”

Gwen said, “Do you think you can handle a three inch spike?”

“Yes.”

“I doubt it.” Nick shook his head, “I’m pretty good in two inch blocks.”

“This gown needs more.” Gwen pointed to a pair of heels sitting near the end of the bed. “Do you think you can handle those?”

Nick picked up the heel. “Are these Louboutin?”

“Put them on! Put them on!”

Gwen smiled at Nick. “You know your shoes.”

Nick took a deep breath as he strapped the heel to his ankle. He never dared to try anything so fancy at the department store for fear a broken heel might cause an investigation.

The Louboutin cupped his ankle as the tiny metal buckle fastened tight. When Nick stood, the heel stood with him. His first step was like walking on air.

“Oh wow…”

“Told you.”

Gwen nodded, “You’re a natural.”

Nick took another step. “These heels are incredible.”

“I suppose there’s a reason they’re so expensive.”

Nick turned when he reached the bedroom wall, turning on a heel like he’d seen models do at a fashion show.

“There you go.” Gwen smiled.

Nick smiled back, pausing for a second to give her a slight wiggle before turning around.

“Now you’re showing off.” Gwen looked at her watch. “We have five minutes. Have you thought of a talent? Walking in heels isn't a talent.”

“Not yet.”

“It doesn’t need to be fancy.” Gwen said, “What can you do?”

Nick shook his head. “I’ve never been good at anything.”

Gwen said, “Everyone can do something.”

“Not me.”

“Can you dance?”

Nick shook his head. “I’ve got two left feet.”

“Sing?”

“Only in the shower.”

“Do you play an instrument?”

Nick said, “I quit the band in the 5th grade.”

“What about acting? Can you tell a joke? Or do a dramatic reading?”

“No. No. And no.” Nick shook his head, “I told you. I’m not good at anything.”

“You are good at many things, Nikki. It is fear which holds you back.”

Gwen frowned, “I’m running out of ideas.”

Nick said, “Your investigators already told you I never joined any clubs or any did any extracurricular activities. I spent all my free time in a department store.”

Gwen looked at her watch, “We’ve gotta go.”