In Part 1, The local barista at Starbucks comes to the rescue of his favorite patron and secret crush. They begin an unusual relationship that spans their very different worlds. The Barista begins to experience many pleasureful changes to please his dream girl.

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Chapter 3

At six AM my iPhone alarm began to chirp. My bliss would have to finally end. I needed to return home and get ready for work. My wallet and keys were on the counter but my clothes was nowhere to be seen. I gently nudged Charley and asked her where my things were and she muttered something about them being in the laundry. She then invited me to come over again in the evening. She said she would wash them and return them to me then.

"You can wear the loungewear over or something else very casual. We will make some new fun then. See you at 8:00 my pretty Angel.

"Ciao girl"

I was glad it was still so early because I managed to get home without running into anyone. It would have been hard to explain my unusual fashion statement. In the car all the way home, I had a satisfied grin plastered on my face. I really didn't mind being dressed femininely, as it brought Charlie closer to me. It was a small price to pay and actually turned out to be surprisingly comfortable.

I didn't say anything to my co-workers and wasn't even sure what I would have said. It certainly would have been easy to gloat. I was obviously in a good mood and left it at that.

After work I washed Charlie's loungewear, but didn't dare wear them back for the return journey. I wore my best jeans and a black crew neck T-shirt. I hoped my casual choice would be acceptable to my dream girl.

When Charlie appeared from behind her massive redwood front door I had to stop myself from drooling. She was dressed in a white silky smooth summer dress that floated over her flawless body and highlighted her combination of natural beauty and stunning style. I would have been attracted to her in a burlap bag, but this image was almost more than I could handle.

"Hi Brooke. How was my sweetie's day?"

"It's good now. Work was work."

"I'm glad you could make it."

"I know it's probably a rhetorical statement, but you look so totally pretty."

"Thank you. I was sort of hoping you would have on your pretty Angel-wear for me."

"If you really want that, I can change."

"You are OK for now. Maybe in while, we can find you something different for a change of pace. I really like that you are open minded."

Inside Charlie had a small spread of crackers and cheese. She had already poured me a wine spritzer. It didn't take long for us to resume our intimate conversation and position on the couch in a light embrace. Between her stunning beauty and sexy fashion selection I was physically overwhelmed and un-comfortable in my tight jeans. I almost wished I was still dressed in the soft Victoria Secrets loungewear.

The conversation quickly turned to relationships and likes and dislikes. Charlie was very interested in me sharing my secrets. Since she was so forthcoming with her revelation about being Bi, I don't think she felt anything was private.

I told Charlie about my most recent dating experiences, but it was obvious that I had not had anything serious in a very long time. She picked up on how observant I was on how women, in particular Charlie, dressed. I think my detailed recollection as to her specific style ensembles pleased her. I was not very stylish in my own look, but paid close attention to others.

We spent a great deal of time discussing woman's clothing. I had never chatted with anyone so long about the subject. She really wanted to know what I liked and appreciated. Charlie even made the point of describing to me what wearing some of her favorite soft outfits felt on her smooth body. Most guys probably would not have cared, but she made everything sound so sexy.

The tipping point was when she talked about how aroused her breast sometimes felt when she wore a silky nightgown or when she was with another woman that was also wearing something sexy. The visuals going through my head were blowing my mind.

"Charlie, that sounds sounds so amazing. I can only imagine how great that must make you feel."

"Well Brooke, I'm ready to take this up a notch if you are?"

"Charlie, I'd love to see you in a nightgown or anything else for that matter."

"Let's head up to my room. Time for some new fun."

I followed her up to her bedroom feeling like a child heading for the Christmas Tree. I never wanted something as much as I wanted this. Inside her master bedroom was a king sized canopy bed covered in an off white satin comforter. I wanted to immediately throw Charlie onto the bed and make love to her.

Inside the room she smiled at me and said, "Time to get ready for bed my sweet Brooke."

"I'm ready"

"One second. Let me grab something comfortable to change into."

With that she dimmed the lights and disappeared into her walk-in closet. A couple of minutes later she re-appeared in a red full-length shimmering nightgown. She looked like an absolute Goddess as she slowly made her way to my trembling body. I was so excited, but also so scared that I might fall short of her expectations.

"Brooke, are you ready to experience something new and wonderful?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I am all yours."

"Take off that boring clothes and slip this on." In her hand was what appeared to be a matching gown to the one she was wearing."

"You want me to put this on?"

"Of course. You said you wished you could experience what I had and this is your opportunity. Brooke, you are very special to me and if you are trusting, I think we can have some real fun together. I hope I have not been wrong about you."

"No, I want what you want."

"Think outside the box and our fun will be just beginning."

There was no way I was going to back away from Charlie. She had total control over me and was guiding our budding relationship. I meekly reached for the gown and took it in my hand.

"May I use your closet?

"You don't have to be shy, but go ahead. I will be anxiously awaiting you."

The closet turned out to be more like a cathedral full of high fashion clothing. There were sections for long dresses, short dress, slacks, tops, skirts, accessories and a nearly a whole wall devoted to shoes. There was a center island that had shelves and drawers. The back of the door was all mirrors and there was a large three sided mirror on top of the center island.

I stripped my clothes off and folded them on top of the island. When I wore Charlie's Victoria Secrets loungewear I felt awkward, but after Charlie's positive reinforcement, I actually felt nice in them. Putting on a woman's nightgown was clearly even more tabu. This was not just convenient apparel to cover my body, this was to provide us some mutual sexual excitement. Everything to this point with Charlie had been a dream so I slid the satin material over my head. I will probably never forget the tingling feeling that my skin felt as it slid down to just above my ankles. I was always turned on by images of woman in nightgowns and baby-dolls and now I was getting even more turned on by the feeling of having one on. It was hard for me to hide the immediate sign of my pleasure.

Waiting a couple of minutes did nothing to reduce that obvious sign, so I flipped off the closet light before opening the door to re-join my girl.

Charlie was propped up on her bed with only the nightlight on and some soft music playing in the background. Even in the dimly lit room, my emasculated image was very clear, as well as my bulging physical state.

"Brooke, you look amazing. You apparently feel amazing too."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, but simply countered, "If you are happy with how I look than I am too."

"Come over to me so I can show you how happy I am."

I climbed onto her bed and she immediately pulled me down on to my back and rolled on top of me. We started off with some passionate kissing, but after getting warmed up she began to kiss my whole body. Between her fiery passion and the constant feeling from the gown I had to hold back from exploding. I was so ready to rollover and release into her.

Charlie eventually did roll over but she was not ready for me to take the traditional position. She quickly guided my kissing efforts down between her legs. I was still in a state of bliss and attacked her triangle temple with every ounce of my passion. I knew that Charlie's bi lifestyle would have high standards for love-making, and I wanted to please her to the best of my abilities. Dressed as I was, it was more natural to get comfortable in this position and exciting her orally. As much as I was in heaven ready to release, Charlie beat me to the climax. I was so happy I made her feel so good. In my limited past sexual experiences, that ability had never been so easy for me.

We had a short pause for us both to catch our breathes as we just held each other in an embrace. I was totally spent, but Charlie wanted to make sure I felt complete, so she rolled me onto my back and massaged my temporarily flaccid member. In a matter of seconds I was ready to roll back on top of Charley and complete my fantasy. Instead, Charlie took the top position and mounted me. I slipped inside of her as she gazed into my eyes. My whole body felt alive as Charlie did all of the maneuvering and work.

Charlie whispered into my ears throughout our lovemaking in her most seductive and erotic tone. "You are my pretty Brooke... my sweet thing... my beautiful love."

The moment of my final physical release was infinitely beyond any preconceived expectations. I never felt anything remotely as gratifying as that moment of ecstasy. Charlie was in total control and she made me feel so special. It was a moment I never wanted to end.

I felt so content as I laid next to my Goddess, and even the softness of the full-length nightgown adding to my fulfillment. I fell asleep pressed up against Charlie's body.

Chapter 4--

I woke very rested on Sunday morning with the knowledge that I did not have to work. Charlie, was already out of bed and nowhere in sight. I crawled out of the bed feeling conspicuous still dressed in only the nightgown. I walked to the hall and called out for Charlie.

"I am down in the Kitchen. I left you a robe on the back of my bedroom door. Please put it on and come down."

The robe perfectly matched the nightgown and further added to my oddly clad appearance. I assumed Charley was similarly dressed so I did not hesitate and came down the stairs dressed as she requested. The additional layer of satin reminded me how nice the gown had felt throughout the previous evening.

In the kitchen, I found Charlie dressed in a tennis outfit. She had been up for a while and looked ready to head out the door. She had made coffee and had put out some orange juice, toasted bagels and some bran muffins.

"How did you sleep sweetie? You looked so comfortable that I didn't want to wake you."

"You should have woke me. How long have you been up?"

"Not that long. I have a tennis match in a short while and will have to leave you."

"I will go back upstairs and change."

"No rush. You look so cute in that. I wish I could stay."

"I wish you didn't have to dash off even more."

"You will just want me more next time. At least we both got a taste of the fun we can have together. I'm so glad you aren't just another stereotypical male."

"I think the fun we had was pretty great. I'll take that taste anytime."

"Yes it was delicious, but hopefully it was only the beginning."

"Charlie, I want what you want. I hope it is also only the beginning."

"Let's plan on raising the bar every time we get together."

"Hard to imagine, but a pleasant thought."

"I have to leave, but take your time. You can shower if you like. Your clothes are still where you left them in my closet. You can wear them home or if you see anything else you love, you can wear that. I put on top of your clothes a little gift. Take it home with you and promise you will use it."

"What is it?"

"Promise!"

"Ok, I promise. So what is it?"

"Just a little something to remind you of the fun we had and will have when we get together again. I have another busy week, but we could shoot for next Friday after work again."

"I am not sure I can wait, but I guess I will have to. See you Friday."

"Come to me my luscious thing. I want to kiss my pretty Brooke one more time before I go to battle on the tennis courts."

As I approached Charlie she put both of her hand on my neck and tilted my head while planting a firm kiss across my lips. She then slid both hands down to my ass and gave both a slight squeeze. I then walked her to the door. I almost forgot how I was dressed as we opened he front door and I waved goodbye to her.

Back inside, I couldn't help but bristle to my good favor. Charlie and I had something going together and it was not just a fantasy. Our first experience together was a little unusual, but we both had a phenomenal climax. It was hard to imagine anything more spectacular, but I was anxious to try.

I headed back to the closet to change and see what Charley had left for me. I would have showered first, but I did not want to wash off her scent.

A thin Bloomingdales box sat on top of my clothes. I quickly peered inside to reveal her gift. I was surprised to find another nightgown and a set of panties. The nightgown was similar to the one I was still wearing, but was black instead of red. The set of 7 panties were in various colors. There was a short note inside the box. The note was mildly scented with Charlie's perfume:

Sweetie:

I had so much fun last night and hope it was as wonderful for you as it was
for me. You looked so beautiful and happy in my nightgown. Please wear this
to bed so you will think and dream of me each night. I know you can't wear it
under your work clothes, but I thought that some of my lacy intimates might
serve as daytime alternatives. I know these are odd requests, but I thought
last night was very special and unless you felt different, please enjoy these
gifts.

XoXo,

Charlie

I had enjoyed everything immensely last night, but that still didn't eliminate my discomfort with her suggestions. I had enjoyed the soft and silky feeling that Charlie had convinced me the gown would provide, but to continue to wear these things seemed to be an extremely feminine request. I knew it was not my manliness that had gotten me this far with her but this felt dramatically in the opposite direction. Despite my reservations, it seemed like a small price to pay to building a relationship with Charlie. Maybe it was just a test, but I didn't think it would be too much to comply with.

I changed back into my clothes from last night. But before I emerged from her closet, I did look around at her amazing wardrobe of designer fashion. I recognized a few of the items from her visits into my Starbucks. I stroked a few of the garments to feel their luxurious materials. My own closet was stocked with a minimal selection of nice items and they would be an embarrassment next to hers. I always found Charlie so magnificently beautiful in her gorgeous clothes and even now some of the items still looked sexy just hanging in the closet. I abruptly left the walk in wardrobe when I realized I was now even obsessing over her clothes.
It was boring to be back in my apartment, especially knowing that it would be nearly a week before I would get to spend time with Charlie again. I couldn't get my mind off her or what we had experienced together. I ran a few minor errands and tried reading a bit to get my mind off her. In the end I could not concentrate on the book and just flipped on the television. I wondered if I should send her some chocolates or flowers, but in the end I thought that would be too much of a cliche. She liked me because I was not like all the other guys. She certainly made that clear with her gift to me.

After eating a light dinner I began to think again about our unusual love-making experience. Charlie had obviously planned to have me wear the nightgown and the present was more than an afterthought. She was apparently convinced that I would go along. Besides that, I started to ponder why she wanted me so badly to wear it. I felt it then and was even more convinced now, that If I had not put the silky garment on, we would never have gone that far.

As I contemplated my choice, I began to remember how nice the gown actually felt. I open the box and pulled the garment up to my body. I walked over to my only long mirror and held the gown up against my body. The black nightgown was very sexy and I was getting turned on just looking at it. Charlie wanted me to wear it to bed each night as an obvious reminder of the territory we explored and probably to help me get over my reluctance.

Maybe it was the boredom or maybe it was the fascination, but I changed into the gown shortly after 7:00. I had succumbed to it's pull long before it was bedtime. I wanted to jump in bed and fantasize I was with Charlie, but it was too early. I watched TV and hung out for about three hours dressed only in my new sleepwear. The few times I got up I walked around I did so with a conscious little swish in my hips. Charlie was my hearts desire, but also my only roll model for wearing sexy clothes. Mimicking her movements added to the sexiness of my odd role-play.

As the evening advanced I became more comfortable and less distracted by the garment. I slowly stopped questioning my decision to put it on. At first I was totally aroused by the feel of it on my naked body, but in the end I fell asleep watching TV comfortably curled up on my bed.

I woke with a firmly aroused organ in a somewhat confused orientation seeing myself still dressed in the gown. I needed to get ready for work so my playing around effectively had to end. The good news was that I would likely see Charley at the Starbucks in a couple of hours.

After showering I was faced with another easy dilemma. Next to my jockey shorts were the new satin panties that Charley had also given me. My brain was telling me that it was a bad idea to wear those to work, but my heart was clouded by my thoughts of Charlie and how nice the gown had felt. After only a minimum of hesitation I took the only white pair out of the collection and pulled them up my legs.

Much like last night, the feel of the silky material quickly was reflected in my arousal. I tried not to focus on the panties as I finished getting dressed. As long as I focused on other things I was able to settle my member down in my slacks. Each time I thought about Charlie or the apparel I would quickly revert to my stimulated self. I would have to be very careful at work.

The early part of my work day was quite busy so I managed to avoid any embarrassments. As the time of Charlie's arrival grew closer I couldn't help but thinking about her. During those awkward moments I would stay as close as possible to the Barista Bar to avoid easy viewing of my lower body. I almost burned myself once because I was too close. With perfect timing, Charlie showed up right on schedule. When she made her way to my area she looked down at my crotch and then looked me straight in the eye, and then gave her beautiful face a slight inquisitive tilt. I acknowledged with a nod that I was wearing them. She then, handed me a napkin with a phone number and a time 11:00.

After that, she just smiled at me and was off. We had not said a word, but there certainly had been some informative conversation. I assume I was to call the number at 11:00. I made sure I would have my long break then in-case we had an extended conversation.

The morning crawled along until the appointed hour. I dialed the number at exactly 11:00.

"Is this my cutie Brooke?"

"Yes Charlie. How is my beautiful?"

"I am great and just dreaming about how sexy you must look in your new items. What color did you pick today?"

'Um white."

"Just like a bride on her wedding day. A great choice for the beginning of our fun together."

"I didn't think of it like that, but I do like our fun together."

"Me too. It will only get better from here."

"How does it feel wearing my gift under your dreary work clothes?"

"Truthfully, it has been difficult. Whenever I think about our special fun or your gift, I get turned on. It has been happening a lot this morning."

"I like that, but we can't have you getting visibly aroused all day at work, can we?"

"I agree. I may have to wear my old Jockey shorts again tomorrow."

"No no."

"I almost burned myself trying to hide my excitement earlier. I am not sure about doing this all day at work."

"I have an idea."

"What's that?"

"Let me think it through. Can you stop at my house for about 10 minutes tonight around Six. I have another business dinner tonight, but I think I have a solution."

"Tell me about it."

"You will just have to wait. Think of it as a bonus opportunity to see me. I can't wait to see my sweetie."

"Me too. See you tonight."

The conversation was over and now I had plans to see her again. I loved that she was thinking of me as much as I was of her. I knew our time tonight would be short, but any time with my dream girl was a good time.

I had just enough time after work to shower again and put on a clean pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt. I put the white panties back on after my shower so as not to disappoint Charlie.

When Charlie opened the door she pulled me inside and gently slammed me against the wall before planting a long deep kiss onto my lips. I was shocked by her aggressiveness, but also thrilled by her passion. I had not even had a chance to see how fabulous she looked before her controlling move. She looked like the sexiest executive on the planet in her tight black business suit with a vented skirt. The contrast with her stark white silk blouse created an enticing contrast. Her makeup was a little more pronounced with smokey eyes and very red lips. I would have given or done anything to be going out with this beautiful creature tonight.

"I wish it was me that was going out with you tonight Charlie."

"I am sure we will have our day soon enough."

"It's hard to see you so beautiful and know you are going out with others."

"I think your jealousy is so cute. I am sure the table will be turned the other way at some point. But I like that you feel so strongly about spending time with me."

"As much as possible. So what were you thinking about this morning?"

"I came up with a couple of things to tame your wonderful excitement and to even add to the pleasure."

"You have me very curious."

"Come into my bedroom. Let me show you."

"Now we are talking."

"Settle down. Don't be like all those male pigs out there. I hoped you were different. Should we just forget it?"

"I'm sorry. That was crude of me. Let's start over. I am ready for your solution."

"Ok, but please don't make me second guess being here with you."

"I'm yours. We are on the same page and I trust you."

"Good. Now I only have a few minutes, but I have some things in my room that should help you at work."

""Let's go check them out."

On the bed were two separate piles. The first were a stack of clearly folded pairs of slacks, but the other items were a mystery to me.

I went directly to the odd items and picked one up.

"What is this?"

"That is called a gaff. It should hold you in place even when you are having sweet thoughts about me."

"I'm not so sure about this thing."

"It's really pretty simple. You tuck your thing back between your legs into your natural cavity and then put this over that to hold things in place. If you do get excited, it will only be your little secret."

"That doesn't sound very comfortable."

"As an extra treat, I have laid out some of my slacks that I think will fit and also look nice at your job."

"Your slacks! I can't wear those."

"Why Not?? They look almost the same as your other black work slacks, but have some bonuses."

"Like what?"

"First off, you will love how they feel. These are very expensive, high quality designer slacks, some have satin linings inside. You will feel sexy with every step you take."

"Not sure I will be able to handle that sensation all day."

"Don't be so sure. You must at least try them."

"People will know that they are girls pants."

"Hardly. They look similar to the ones you wore today, with only minor differences."

"What kind??"

"The main difference is that they are snug in front. This will help hold the gaff in place and give you a smooth appearance no matter how much you are focusing on things besides espresso. They are also more tailored and will make you look more professional."

"You really seem to be taking this up a level. Is that necessary?"

"Nothing is necessary. I thought you liked what we had together. I find these fun little twists a titillating turn-on. I was hoping you felt the same way. I don't want to push you if I read you wrong."

"No... this type of kinky fun is all just so new to me. I have really enjoyed all of our time together, so I'll try to go with the flow. If these things fit and don't look too weird, I guess it won't hurt to give them a try."

"Brooke, you're the best. I have to leave now, but go hurry and change. I want to see how they look."

"Now?"

"Of course. I want to see if everything fits in case you need a different size. Besides, you need to get used to the gaff so you will not have a problem at work. I think you should wear it all the time for now or as much as possible. That way it will feel more natural at work and you won't be so self-conscious."

"Can I use your closet again?"

"Think of it as our closet... of course."

I had a difficult time in many respects. First, folding my privates under was not so simple. I ended up laying on the ground in order to get them into the available cavity down there and to get the gaff over the top before they came out. When I stood up the image was more than a little disconcerting. My manliness was gone. I slid the panties back over the top and was alarmed that my lower section now looked completely girlish. When I had first worn the gown and then the panties it had been for the feel, but now I had an altered physical appearance. I thought maybe with the slacks over the top it would not look so bad. I grabbed the first pair on top and pulled them up.

Charley was right about the feel. The legs were lined with the softest and silkiest material I had ever touched. I wondered how woman could wear something so amazing all day long. The zipper in front was very short and the slacks rode up my hips higher than my older pair. When I looked in the mirror my relief was not what I hoped for. The pants were completely flat in front and much snugger through the groin area than any I had worn before. They practically fit like tights and if anything highlighted my lack of manhood. The slacks were also slightly tapered and slimmed my legs as they gradually narrowed down to my ankles. The effect made my hips look a bit larger even though they seemed to fit almost too perfectly.

I hesitated before leaving the closet, but I knew Charlie had to leave.

Charlie practically screamed with delight. "My God they fit beautifully. See I told you they would be a big improvement."

"They don't look strange to you?"

"Not at all. They have style and look like they were made for you."

"I look like a eunuch in these. Doesn't that jump out?"

"I like how you look in them. You don't have to worry about an embarrassing bulge and besides that dull Starbucks Polo shirt practically covers your new beautiful form."

"Even if you are right, the gaff and tight pants are not very comfortable. I have to take shorter strides so it hurts less."

"That's why you need to wear this all the time for a while. You will get used to it and it will feel more comfortable before long. I'll see if I can find you some less dressy bottoms for casual wear before I see you again on Friday night. I can't wait to make love to my special Brooke."

"I look forward to that also; but, I don't know if I can wear these slacks and the gaff all the time."

"I know you can. Just suck it up. Just fantasize about your future rewards. I will be in the shop tomorrow and will be very disappointed if you are not wearing my gifts. I have more wonderful plans ahead for the two of us together."

"You must have a spell over me, because I will do it. I'll go change and you can be off."

"Don't be silly. Keep those on. You need to get used to them. When they get dirty, you have the other pairs."

"Ok."

After agreeing I walked right up to her and made a move to kiss her. She hesitated and called me out for being more aggressive than in the past.

"That's not like you. I prefer when our kissing flows more naturally. Not like you need to stamp your toughness on me. Think passive not aggressive and you will get more out of our relationship. I wish I didn't have to leave you. I would have much rather have spent the night with you instead of working on more business development. Unfortunately, I am already late and I am never late. Let's have a little kiss goodbye."

We had one nice, but not overly long passionate kisses. She clearly let me know she needed to be in control. Even with the tables slightly turned, I could feel my manhood trying to escape it's enforced trap, but the effort was futile."

I left Charlie's house wearing the new slacks with my other new gifts in a Bloomingdales bag. I was hungry so I stopped at a local bar/restaurant called Norton's for a bite to eat. I did not eat out alone that often, but Norton's was one of the few places I would call one of my regular places. I was not ready to spend the evening all alone and figured that in a relaxed environment like my neighborhood pub my slacks would not be a big deal. I was hungry and had a taste for their veggie burger.

Maybe I was overly nervous, but I felt like people were looking at me more than usual. Even after I sat down, I caught a couple of woman giving me a knowing look. I ate my meal and made the short trip home. When I got home I decided to take a closer look at my slacks to see if I had missed anything. When I stood in front of the mirror I realized what the issue was. My lips were nearly bright red. Apparently when Charlie had kissed me, much of her lipstick had transferred to my lips. Even after eating there was a definite discoloration. I had eaten alone wearing lipstick and dressed in woman's slacks. I could only imagine what the bartender must have thought.

I folded my other new slacks over a hanger and put them away. I knew I would be wearing one of them each day for the rest of the week until I was able to spend time again with Charlie. If I elected to not wear them, Charlie would certainly know when she came into the Starbuck for her morning beverage. I wanted to please her, but I was also getting more confused by where the relationship was leading. I knew that Charlie was "Bi", but I still didn't understand why she was trying to have me share so much of the female experiences. I had enjoyed the experience immensely with her in bed, but now she was pushing it to a new level. She wanted me to wear some of her things both at night and now during the day.

Maybe I was too mesmerized by her beauty and attention, but I was letting her drain away more of my masculinity. For now, I was not ready to rock the boat. Maybe, after our relationship had more of a foundation, I would be able to re-establish some of it. For now, I was just grateful for her obvious attention on me.

Our new relationship was still our little secret, which was fine. However, I did look forward to doing things with Charlie like other dating couples. That was my near-term goal, maybe a cocktail out or something like that. If I could get her back to Norton's, it would probably more than re-establish my street creds. I planned to suggest that if the opportunity presented itself.

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Where will it lead? I appreciate any and all comments....

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In Part 1 & 2, the local barista at Starbucks comes to the rescue of his favorite patron and secret crush. They begin an unusual relationship that spans their very different worlds. The Barista begins to experience many pleasureful changes to please his dream girl.
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Chapter 5--

I woke up caressing the material in the nightgown that had now become my regular sleeping wear. I had to get ready for work and had lingered in bed too long and was running behind schedule. After a short shower I knew I had to put back on the gaff before getting dressed. I didn't dare risking Charlie's disdain on the first day since her newest gifts. After carefully positioning my manhood, I pulled it over the top and covered that with a yellow pair of panties. I had worn the white ones first, but the laundry was building and underneath my clothes no one would see them anyway.

I grabbed a pair of the black slacks of the hanger and pulled them over my feminized groin. Much like the first pair, they seemed tailored to my physical form. This pair was stretchier than the first pair I had worn and clung to my body from mid-thigh up through the waist. I really didn't need a belt with the tight fit, but I added one because I always wore one. It wasn't until I was almost ready to leave that I noticed that these slacks had no pockets at all. The first pair had small pockets in front, but this one had none. My Starbuck polo shirt hung down far enough that I imagined no one would notice. I used a plastic white Apple Store bag that I had laying around from my last headphone purchase for my personal effects. I shoved my keys and wallet into it because I was too behind schedule to change.

My anxiety level was maxed out as I headed through the front doors at work. I prayed my co-workers would not notice my strange attire. I was very nervous for the first hour or so, but began to relax as the morning moved forward without comment. Despite, my apparent secret, I was very aware of my new slacks. I found myself looking down at my restyled lower half almost in disbelief that I had actually come to work dressed this way.

I gradually became more accustomed to wearing the restrictive gaff. It became more uncomfortable when I thought about Charlie or when I needed to relieve myself. The back side would periodically slip into my rear crack which also created some strange new sensations. When Charlie finally arrived at the Starbucks the immediate discomfort almost became unbearable. I was happy that my altered appearance pleased her, but I wanted to run to the bathroom to free my member. Her infectious smile and comments only made my pain worse.

"You look so darling, I just want to slide across the bar and grab you."

"I wish you could. I would rather go anywhere with you than be here."

"You'll get your chance. With each day you are turning me on more. You are really a very special lover. In time, I can see our relationship really developing and becoming even more intense."

"I hope so too, but it is already pretty great now."

"I know."

"When can I see you again?"

"I will be here again tomorrow morning."

"You know what I mean. A real date!"

"We could do that. How about I take you out for a bite after work on Friday?"

"I would love that. I would like to see you before then if you are free."

"Let's not move along too fast. Enjoy my little gifts this week and think about how wonderful they make you feel. We have plenty of time to work on us."

"OK. You're in charge."

"And that makes it extra fun.... Got to run."

That was the longest conversation we ever had inside my Starbucks. I had almost wished that one of my co-workers had over-heard me so they would know we were dating. I am sure that if they were paying attention they would see how we looked at each other. At some point, I planned to talk about the relationship, but with the kinky foundation our relationship was based upon, I thought I better wait until we were dating more like a regular couple.

Slowly I became more accustomed to my altered anatomy and new apparel. I rarely forgot how I was dressed, but I became less fearful of my discovery. There was no question it effected how I moved and felt about myself. In the past, I seldom focused my glazes at my patron's slack, but now I started to become much more observant of the styles and fits. I even caught myself looking at a few guy's lower half to see how different they their slacks fit. My posture was a little different, but from the waist down my appearance would certainly read girl. I was grateful for my oversized polo tops.

I was excited to know that I would only need to get through three more days of work before we would go out on our first date. We had already made love, but this would be the first time we were out in public together. I knew that wearing the unusual garments would ultimately be worth it, and besides other than the occasional pain, the new clothing felt nice. I almost wished I could have all of the sensual feelings without the pain that accompanied the occasional daytime erections.

Thursday's slacks had satin linings. The cut was less clingy than the previous day, but every time I moved I would get turned on by the feel. These slacks were also a bit too long. The belt openings were too small for any of my belts, but with the higher waist and tight fit I was able to get by without one. I could tell that Charlie was pleased to see that I was still on the program, but out conversation was very brief.

I had a difficult time sleeping Thursday evening in anticipation of seeing Charlie. In the morning I had to select from my two remaining pairs of Charlie's black slacks. I probably could have worn a previous pair again, but I needed to impress Charlie that I was trying all of her suggestions. I picked up both of the selections to compare them and found each to have challenging drawbacks. Pair one was extra glossy on the outside and even without feeling them had a softer looking appearance. The material was not like any man's pants I had ever worn or remembered. I am sure they would have felt wonderful, but even with an oversized top, I think they might have looked overly feminine.

The second pair looked very tailored and did not even have any belt loops. The material looked more acceptable so I decided to go with those. As I drew them up my legs I discovered some additional differences. First the legs gradually tapered down to a narrow opening on the bottom. The material did not hug my legs, but the tailoring certainly made my legs look extremely thin. The other major difference was at the top. The zipper was positioned on the side. It was a bit difficult to pull up, but once I succeeded the style really took shape.

The slacks had no pockets and no front stitching at all. The front panel highlighted my now flat groin. Each day I had looked at my altered appearance with trepidation, but this time I found myself staring at myself thinking the appearance was attractive. It took a few seconds before I came to my senses and realized how un-masculine these made me look.

I pulled over my Starbuck Polo top to get the full picture. Fortunately, most of the style differences were masked by the long baggy shirt. If anyone could see the top of these pants they would immediately know they were not men's. I thought about switching to the other pair, but that pair had a more obvious shiny look, that would be visible even with the baggy top. I was not ready to be that bold.

I kept telling myself that it all would be worth it as I made my way to work. I had made it this far without apparent issue, so I felt I could get away with this. I knew that wearing these more dramatic slacks would not go unnoticed by Charlie and that was very important.

It was a busy start to the workday so I had little time to contemplate my fashion. During the first lull in the day, I got my first reality check. My co-worker Julia slid over from the register to confront me and comment.

"We have worked together for nearly a year, so if you want to talk about anything let me know."

"Thanks, but I'm good. Anything you need to talk about?"

"Don't get me wrong. I like them. Today's pair really looks amazing on you. Those had to set you back quite a bit."

My heart skipped a beat. My secretive wardrobe shift had not remained stealth. Not only had Julia noticed today's bold selection, she was aware of some of my previous experiments. I stumbled for a reasonable response, which totally escaped me.

"I am doing this for a girl."

"You don't need to have a reason. It's too bad we don't have more fashion freedom here. I wasn't the first to notice, so you don't have to be defensive or nervous about it. Kayla mentioned yesterday that you were wearing Givenchy slacks and she said they were to die for. Even Jack thought you looked improved after overhearing us talking. All I'm saying is that it is no big deal."

"It's hard to explain, but I met someone..."

"Back to customers, we can talk later if you like."

"Thanks."

About 45 minutes later my dream girl made her entrance. I wanted to talk about my morning, but making plans for later was most important. When she first appeared at my station I saw a quizzical expression on her face.

"I didn't remember giving you those. I was looking for those yesterday and just assumed they were at the cleaners. You must really like my knew slacks to be wearing those at work. There is a matching jacket for that pair. Remind me to give that to you later."

"I'll give these back tonight."

"No no. I think they look perfect. It gives me some other ideas we can talk about in the future."

"What time should I pick you up?"

"Just come straight from work. You can shower there and we can go straight to one of my favorite Italian places in the city."

"I didn't bring a change with me."

"I am sure I have something that will fit you."

"Be serious. I can't do that."

"I saw her smile begin to fade. I wasn't going to force you into something ridiculous. If that's how you feel, we don't..."

"Sorry, I am just sensitive this morning. I will explain later. See you right after work."

"Good. We always have fun together. I'll see you later sweetie."

Chapter 6-----

Friday was always my longest shift and today it seemed like forever. It was nice that I no longer had to worry about my secret clothing choice, but it was strange knowing that people thought they were attractive on me. There was no laughing or snickering, just approval and compliments.

I was emotionally drained from the day. I was clearly getting checked out by everyone on the staff. I perked up near the end of the day as my date was finally approaching. I knew I didn't dare change before seeing Charlie, but I wanted tonight to go smoothly.

Charlie greeted me at the door with a glass of white wine. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and black sweater. It really didn't matter how she dressed, she always looked stunning. She was also wearing ankle boots with very high heels. She insisted I kick off my shoes before planting a kiss across my lips. She wrapped her arm around the small of my back and leaned in as she aggressively kissed me. With her very high heels she easily towering over me. I had no problem melting into her caress.

We worked our way over to her living-room couch. I asked her about her day, but she was more interested in mine. I told her about my discussion with Julia and the apparent secret that was no more. She thought that was great news.

"I knew my solution to your excitement problem could easily be fixed. Didn't it feel good to be dressed so nice and have the other girls compliment you?"

"You mean the girls?"

"Excuse me, but I bet they were even a bit envious. It's a new world now, people can wear whatever they want so long as it is appropriate for the environment."

"Bit I'm not trying to make a statement."

"'I'm just saying that if you want to wear things that make you feel nice or pretty, it's OK."

"I like the nice thing, especially because you like it."

"Sweet Brooke, we both like it, and the pretty aspect is a nice side benefit. You know my attractions are open, so you also being pretty is a real bonus. Men can be pretty too."

Charlie finished her cocktail and poured me another glass of wine. We continued chatted along with some mixed in necking. Just as I was getting fully relaxed, Charlie said we should get ready for dinner. She had a casual Italian bistro picked out that she frequented and told me the Starbuck polo would look tacky.

"Topo Gigio is not overly fancy so you can wear dressy jeans if you like."

"You know that the only clothes I have are on my body."

"Don't be silly, we have a closet full."

I will get you a some jeans and a sweater."

"That sounds fine, but I often find sweaters very itchy."

"That's easily remedied. Off to the closet..."

Charlie handed me a pair of dark blue jeans with the label BCBG along with a white sweater and a satin T-shirt.

""What's with the T-Shirt?"

"You love nightgowns and this will stop any itching. The sweater will also float over your body better."

This time Charlie did not want to leave the closet as I changed.

"I want to see your body with the lights on."

I stripped down to my panty covered gaff. I felt like I was getting evaluated as Charlie spun me around.

"You are so lean. I am so glad you are not hairy. I find that a big turnoff. Most male models now don't have a speck of hair except on the top of their head."

"Yep, I don't have much. It's even hard for be to grow a five o'clock shadow."

"Well you do have beautiful hair on top of your head. I am glad you don't wear that short. It could use an updated cut, but even now I like it."

"Thanks."

"Being smooth and hair free all over is one of the things that makes nice clothes feel and look nicer. It would also add to our lovemaking experience. It so much more fun to wrap yourself around a perfectly smooth lover."

"Are you suggesting that I shave my whole body?"

"Yes and no. Shaving can be a real pain and it does not last very long. I hate shaving my legs. I go to the spa and have them take care of it."

"They must do a great job because you feel so smooth."

"Brooke, tomorrow you get off at 11:00. I would like to treat you to an afternoon at LuLu's. We can have a spa afternoon, including joint massages, and they can work on making you smooth like me."

"Some of that sounds good. I'm not sure about the hair thing. The only guys I know that have no hair are bikers."

"You have been wearing girls clothes to work and you are concerned about excess hair. Are you dating someone besides me?"

"Of course not. Do you really think it will make a difference?"

"It will definitely be an improvement."

"Ok then, I haven't had a massage in ages."

"We need to get you dressed. Put these things on."

I felt like I could have used WD-40 to get those jeans up my legs. Charlie called them skinny jeans. I told her that they did not feel as comfortable as even my work slacks, but she insisted that looking nice sometimes had its price.

The satin T and sweater was just the opposite. They felt wonderful, but the cut was odd. The sweater was longer in the back and barely covered the top of the jeans in the front. My neutered flat groin area was impossible to miss. The collar on the sweater was very wide and oval in shape. It was nearly impossible for me to move without part of the satin T-shirt showing one of it's silky shoulder straps. Charlie was much happier with the look than I was.

"Charlie, do you really want to be seen with me looking like this. I might get laughed at."

"I think you look cute. Our votes are the only ones that matter to me."

"I agree, but this is a bit rad."

"If we have a problem, we will come straight home and I will make it up to you in bed."

"Deal!"

I started to put back on my Merrill loafers, when Charlie stopped me. You can't wear those with skinny jeans."

"This time Charlie we have no choice. My feet have to be a a full size larger than yours."

"Not a problem. My last lover left some of her clothes and shoes when she moved out. I bought all of them for her, so it is was no surprise she left some of them behind. I could wear some of her shoes, but she could not fit into any of mine. I think some basic low heeled boots would match what you have on."

"I should thank the Lord for small favors, they don't have much of a heel. I do not think I could handle something like that now."

"Don't be so negative. It's not a good personality trait. Here pull these on."

The only way to get these on was to unzip the long zipper on the side. After getting the first one on and zipped up, I barked, "How am I supposed to pull the pants over these?"

"Damn it Brooke, you are so full of attitude tonight. I think you should go home."

"I'm sorry Charlie. This is all so new to me. I'm trying. I want to make you happy."

"I'm trying to make us both happy. Just leave the ugly macho shit at home."

"Give me another chance. I am trying to go with the flow."

"OK Brooke, but I don't want to keep having these conversations. Just focus on us and not what others will think."

"Will do. So the boots go on the outside?"

"Yes, It is the style. I am surprised you haven't noticed that when at work. You are normally so observant."

"I guess I wasn't thinking from the right perspective."

"That's better my Sweetie."

Though I would not verbally admit it at that point. I knew I was not dressed at all manly. Charlie, obviously liked this look on me, so that was the only thing that really mattered. She already had told me she swings both ways, and if she wants me to reflect a softer side, I just had to accept it.

We drove into the city in her BMW. I was glad that our date was not at one of my favorite local places. I am not sure I could have handled being seen dressed this way by anyone I knew. The evening actually went better than I had expected. I was treated like royalty at the restaurant and by everyone all the way down to the valet. The only awkward moment was when two guys at the bar sent over drinks for the two of us. I could only imagine that they assumed we were both women. Charlie was so beautiful that they must have figured including me would still be worth it. Charlie quickly put them in their place when she refused to accept the free beverages.

Charlie never looked back at the guys but did smile at me as she commented. "See just a little style and you are already drawing some lust. Don't get any ideas, tonight you are all mine."

"That's all I want as well. Just you."

We headed back to Charlie's after dinner. She knew I had work in the morning and we both wanted time to play.

We wasted little time and went directly up to Charlie's room. On her bed were two long black nightgowns.

"Let's get changed before we get started. Please leave your panties on... I want to strip them off with my teeth."

I so wanted to strip off my painful restriction, but the small delay was not a big price to pay for the pending explosion. It only took me a moment to exchange my feminine apparel for the even more feminine nightgown. Removing the skinny jeans took some extra effort but I was quickly ready for Charlie and reclined on the bed. Charlie took much longer as she stopped in the bathroom to remove her jewelry and makeup. Her natural beauty was still mesmerizing.

Once in bed we began some lengthy foreplay. I wanted badly to strip off my gaff as we kissed and rolled around. Eventually Charlie guided my head down between her legs to provide her with an oral treat. She coached me as I brought her to multiple organisms. At first, I just wanted to come inside her, but knowing how magnificent I made her feel also turned me on. I was not an experienced lover and I never had satisfied a woman so thoroughly. For a brief time I was distracted from my imprisoned penis.

"Brooke, you are such a wonderful lover. I feel so completely fulfilled."

"That was amazing and with you everything is."

"Brooke, you are both very skillful and tender. I wish you could feel what that is like."

"I wish I could, but making love to you in any way is fabulous."

"Are you game to try and come as close as possible?"

"I am ready for you any way you like."

"My turn then..."

With that Charlie planted a deep french kiss on my lips. From there she worked slowly down my body with a long stop to lick and nibble on my nipples. She gradually found her way down to my panties and as she said, she pulled the off with her teeth. She then used her right hand to finally pull of my gaff. The relief that made me feel was almost orgasmic in its self.

My now freed member was slipped between her lips. She needed very little effort to bring me to the edge of explosion. Each time I reached that point and started to make waling sounds she released her mouth until my near orgasm calmed down. We did this three or four times until I became almost desperate to finish.

"I think you are now ready to enjoy the ultimate."

"Yes, Yes... I am yours."

With that she rolled me over and after a brief delay, I felt something enter me from behind. Charlie had strapped something onto her body and was guiding it into my anus. She had completely penetrated me before the shock had completely set in. With that she continued to gyrate over my behind with her hands firmly holding my hips. I was confused by the unexpected turn of even but there was little time to contemplate whether I should resist as I quickly felt the stimulation. With each thrust of her hips I became more aroused.

In my last breath I made a high pitched "Oh My God" With that, I exploded into her bed and collapsed. I could barely move and was in disbelief at what I had just felt.

"My sweet Brooke is no longer a virgin."

I laid silent before finally rolling over. I was now laying in a pool of my own cum. Charlie had a very satisfied look across her still gorgeous face. She pulled next to me and put my head on her shoulder.

"Tonight you must stay here. You are in no condition to go home. You can go to work from here. I was too exhausted and shocked to argue. I was glad I had already set my iPhone to get up in the morning, because I quickly fell asleep.

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Chapter 7--

Considering that I just spent the night in bed with Charlie after experiencing a shockingly new dynamic in love making, I slept surprisingly well. I was rudely awakened by the chirp of my phone alarm. It was preset to provide me with enough time to shower and get ready for work, but did not factor in my unaccustomed surroundings. Charlie was still laying in bed next to me when I carefully extricated myself from under the blankets.

I quickly moved across the still dark room into the master bathroom. I stripped off my soiled gown and jumped into the shower. The only bath-wash in there was a strongly scented blossom oil enriched product. I needed to wash off memories of last night so I had no choice but to rub it all over my body. I even used it in my hair to remove some stray gifts that found their path all the way up there. As I washed my back side I also discovered that my rear end was extremely sore. As the soap trickled down, the pain substantially increased.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of Charlie's oversized violet bath towels. I also used it to blot my wet hair. I brushed my teeth with some of Charley's toothpaste and my finger. I felt clean enough, but the fragrance of blossoms was still very evident on my body and especially in my hair.

I planned to grab my clothes from yesterday and wear the same things. As I emerged from the bathroom I was surprised to see Charlie busy in the bedroom. My Starbuck work shirt was hanging on an automatic steamer and some fresh slacks and lingerie was being placed on the foot of the bed next to my wallet, car keys and the large set of work keys.

Charlie quickly met me half way across the room and planted a long kiss on my neck followed by a peck on my lips.

"I have gathered you some fresh things for your short day at work today. These should carry you over until our fun starts at the spa. The time for afternoon pampering will be here before you know it. Until then, I wish you didn't have to wear that dull polo top again. I have so many things that would look and feel better than that."

"It's policy."

"Fine. At least I can help it feel a little better."

Charlie handed me a matching set of panties and a camisole. Both were cream white and had some lace along the edges. The camisole was a new daytime addition to my already unusual wardrobe. I knew better than to reject her suggestion. I liked how last night's camisole felt, and under my oversized polo shirt, I assumed it would be invisible. I quickly slid on my gaff which I had been getting better at positioning. Over the top went the new lingerie, which tingled my clean skin.

Charlie lifted off the bed the newest pair of required black slacks and held them for me to step into. I stepped into each leg before Charlie pulled hem up to my waist. These slacks were made of a crape material and each leg was very wide with and not tapered at all. All of Charlie's previous pairs were very fitted, but these were oversized. They were also much longer that any of the previous slacks. Charlie handed me an ultra thin belt.

"That will hold up these slacks so they will drape your legs properly and not drag along the floor."

Even with the belt tightly holding the slacks high up on my waist, they were still too long.

These were way too feminine looking, but I knew they were also too long which would be my out. I didn't want to say no to Charlie, but even she would see this obvious problem for me at work.

"Charlie, these are so nice, but unfortunately too long. I would be tripping all over myself with the extra length. If you had a tailor hanging out in your closet, I would love to wear them."

"Not in my closet, but in the guest room!"

"Huh?"

A few seconds later Charlie was standing in front of me holding a pair of clunky heeled shoes.

"These are called Mary Jane Wedges. They are very basic shoes with only about two and a half inch heels. They are very easy to walk in and will solve both the pant leg problem and give you a more attractive posture."

"Charlie, I want to completely cooperate, but heels? "

"Sweetie, you love the slacks and under them they will not be visible."

"The slacks do not even have a place for my wallet."

"I have a small messenger bag you can put your wallet and keys into. You will no longer have to be embarrassed bringing your things into work in a plastic bag."

The bag was very basic black leather, but with the overly long strap it looked much more like a purse.

I was feeling stuck and running out of time. Charlie did not come into the Starbucks on Saturday so I figured I could slip into yesterdays slacks and shoes on my way to work.

"I appreciate all your new treats, but I need to get going."

"Come back here after work and we can have a bite before hitting LuLu's."

"I'll do that. I can't wait."

With that I donned the Starbuck Polo and started to gather my previous clothes.

"No need to do that sweetie. I will have them cleaned. You can get your loafers later."

I was ushered out the door wearing slacks that looked almost like a long skirt, paired with woman's heels, already avant-garde underthings and a purse. The people at work already had noticed my unique styles; now I was pushing the envelope far beyond subtlety.

Behind the counter few people ever saw my lower half, but the fashion selections would be immediately obvious to any of my co-workers. I had no choice but to accept the situation and deal with it. I could not think of any reasonable excuse for my ever increasing feminization so I just decided to pretend like it was no big deal. Besides I was an assistant manager and would be in charge this morning.

Even with my modest delay as a result of the morning discussions with Charlie I was still the first person at work. I was busily setting up the register when Julia came in. Julia had been the first person last time to say anything about my apparel and that time had no problem with it. When she came out of the employee office she already had something on her mind.

"Brooke, who's your sugar-daddy?"

"What?"

"I saw the Valentino purse in the office and you and I are the only two people here. That bag costs a fortune... you are so lucky."

"I just borrowed it to hold my things this morning."

As those words were coming out of my mouth, Julia first noticed my newest fashion statements.

"Look at you, cutie! My God, you are becoming a fashion plate."

"I know, they are probably a bit much for work."

"No not at all, but they are super pretty. Spin around for me. I want the full effect."

I was feeling her enthusiasm as I spun around on my toes. The motion also exposed my unusual shoes as my slack bellowed out like a full skirt.

"I love how you are changing before my eyes. You look great."

"Thanks, I think. I know some of it is over the top."

"Only the cost of your changing wardrobe. There's no way you are paying for all of these new things on your Starbuck paycheck. Either you come from money or you have a sugar-daddy."

"Neither. I have been hanging with a woman that has big bucks, and a massive wardrobe. She has been ushering in my little changes."

"You got to hold onto her. She has great taste and sounds very understanding. I would love to meet her."

I was going to say who she was, but wondered if that was still a good idea. I changed the conversation to work and we were quickly engrossed in our tasks at work.

I survived the morning and all of the comments from the staff. I even had to endure some obvious flirting from a male regular, that from previous conversations, I assumed was gay. My female co-workers had oddly grown friendlier. One of the gals called Amy, even casually put her hands on my hips near the end of my shift, to straighten my long draping slacks. She would never have touched me before, but did not think anything of adjusting my very feminine wardrobe. I gave her a thankful smile and continued with my work.

I left the the Starbucks having survived once again an emotional test. What started as an experiment in experiencing some new sensations had now evolved to all of my co-workers accepting to various degrees that I now came to work half dressed in woman's clothes. I did not know exactly what they assumed about me, but they obviously were fine with that. It would be very difficult for them ever to see me in the same light as before.

As planned, I drove straight to Charlie's house for lunch and the trip to her spa. Charlie was dressed comfortably in some yoga style clothes as she embraced me at the front door.

Charlie did not want to waste any time so we had a quick lunch. She wanted to hear how my day went and I did not spare her any of the awkward details. She was very pleased that the crew was so accepting and that even others were noticing the improvements. I wasn't so sure I would call my changes improvements, but that wasn't her main point anyway.

After finishing off our Greek salads she pulled me back into her room.

"Get changed quickly. We have a full afternoon ahead."

"We are still going to have time for the massages?"

"Of course, but those come last. First we both are going to become as smooth as babies. Tonight is going to feel magical. The first time is not a lot of fun, but it will get easier down the road. You will feel so sexy when the only patches of hair are on top of your head and between your legs. If you want we can even remove that little patch down there."

"No no. Being smooth on the rest of my body is plenty for me now."

Before you change into your sweats, rub this lotion onto your body. It will help moisturize and has some lidocaine in it, which will reduce the mild discomfort. Only leave on your gaff, but otherwise rub it all over. You have almost no hair on your back, but I will help you and apply it there. It took a couple of minutes to apply it everywhere. Charlie did my back, then helped me finish the other areas. She even put the moisturizer on my face.

Once I was fully covered she told me to slip on my sweats. They top was a teal colored tank top and the bottoms a matching black color like Charlie's. There was also a matching black jacket that perfectly matched the bottoms. Charlie's sweat bottoms loosely clung to her body, while mine were much baggier. The sweats reminded me of a genies costume and looked like they were stolen from a harem. Finally she handed me a pair of shoes that looked like slippers but more closely resembled ballet flats.

Just before leaving her house Charlie handed me a pill and a glass of water. "This is a Valium so you will be totally relaxed. It's prescription strength, but I think it will help you feel less anxious."

"Good idea, I could use something to take the edge off."

We made the 15 minute drive to Lulu Day Spa and Clinic. By that time I was already feeling a bit loopy from the pill. We were greeted at the spa by LuLu. Charlie was obviously a very important client and her needs were always carefully catered to. I would learn later that Charlie had handled LuLu's divorce a few years back and her settlement had allowed her to open the spa.

As we were being separated, Charlie blew me a kiss and said we would meet up later for our massages. LuLu directed me into the back area for my initial treatments.

"Charlie said your real name is Brooke. That is such a pretty name."

I had a hard time composing my words because of the pill and could barely respond. I mumbled some form of thank you.

"It has been a while since Charlie brought us one of her young friends. I think you are going to be the cutest."

It was a compliment, but even in my diminished state, her comment was kind of strange. Again I thanked her, but added, "I just want Charlie to be happy. She is very special."

"You are too Brooke, and we will help you become even more special."

"I'd like that."

"Before we get started I need you to sign all the legal disclaimers. It is all pretty standard for these types of treatments."

"I never had to sign forms at a spa before."

"We do a lot more than most traditional spas. As it says on the door, we are both a spa and clinic."

"Well I am here for the spa."

"True, but we use cutting edge techniques for things as simple as hair removal. This will also allow for expanded optional procedures should you ever want them in the future. Most of what we do is pretty benign, but we do have a Dr. on staff three days a week for more specialized treatments. Don't worry, we are not doing anything like that for you today."

"That's good, I'm fine with the basic stuff."

"Let's get started. Hillary will start with your waxing. The hardest things will come first. Charlie's instructions are to remove your bodily hair from everywhere but two paces. Just so you know, the first time is typically the most uncomfortable. It gets easier, and with each repeat time, and there is usually less to remove. Have you ever had a wax before?"

"No, I have managed to avoid that up until now."

"You are lucky that you do not have a lot of hair other than the thick hair on top of your head. Have you already been taking anything to reduce your body hair or are you just fortunate?"

"I never had a lot of fur. I don't even have to shave everyday."

"That's all good. It will make things easier."

I had no idea how uncomfortable having my hair ripped from my body could be. For a while I thought I was going to cry. I could see that my legs were beat red when she was finished. I could feel the smoothness, but it was more than offset by the tenderness. When Hillary finally said she was done with the waxing I felt a wave of relief through my system. She gave me a glass of water to calm me down a bit. The sedative was still working, but I was still in a bit of shock.

I was led down the hall to another room for my next session. I had no idea what was coming, but I was just happy the waxing was over and followed Hillary like a lamb. The next room looked more like a dentist office with an adjustable chair and some high tech instruments.

"What's this room for Hillary?"

"Clara will be here in a moment for your laser treatment."

"My what?"

"She will explain. It's just to remove a few hairs you wouldn't want us to wax."

My half groggy mind was starting to worry about more pain. Clara walked in sporting a big smile.

"You must be Brooke. How are you holding up?"

"Waxing sucks"

"Yes and you have to keep doing it. It gets easier, but you still have to keep coming back."

"What are you going to laser?"

"You requested to be smooth on your face and we can't wax there. This shouldn't hurt as much as a wax, but might also be a little uncomfortable. In the future it to will get easier."

I didn't really understand what the laser did, but I just assumed it would be like getting a very close shave. I managed the pain better during the laser treatment than during the waxing. Near the end I asked how the laser worked. It wasn't until she was nearly done that I learned this was basically killing the hairs at the root. The ones that were zapped would likely not grow back. She told me that with my sparse facial hair that after about three or four sessions I would be pretty much hair free.

My stomach turned-over after I heard those words. I had not expected any permanent affects from our playful spa sessions. Today's session was nearly over, but I would need to address this excessive procedure if we ever came back here. It wasn't like I ever sported much facial hair, but forever being perfectly smooth there was never one of my ambitions.

Clara announced that the hard things were all done for today. From here out it was pure pampering. I was happy to hear this pronouncement. After changing back from the robe to my sweats, I was led back into the main area for additional services.

I was directed to a very comfortable chair and my feet were placed in warm churning water. I was left there to relax for a few minutes. After about 5 minutes Charlie appeared and joined me at the next chair. Her hair had tinfoil and clips carefully placed throughout.

"So was your first wax horrible?"

"Not fun at all. I'm still pink."

"Now surely you now have a greater appreciation for what us girls have to go through."

"For certain, but I wasn't prepared to get lasered. I was told those hairs won't grow back."

"That's a good thing. You won't have to keep doing that."

"What if I want to grow a beard?"

Before responding, Charlie smiled at my comment as if that was ridiculous. "Why in the world would you ever want to do that? It would ruin your looks."

"I'm just saying. Now if I ever want to it will take even longer."

"You sure won't want to do that now. After today's treatment if you ever try, it will grow in patchy. You look much better without facial hair, beside shaving is such a bore."

"I wish I had known first. I guess not shaving has its benefits, but I should have made that decision."

"You agreed to become smooth all over. I was only scheduling things we talked about. Are we having trouble communicating. If we are not being honest with each other there is no point in us doing these things together."

"No, I guess I just didn't really think all this through."

"You can stop with this and even us if you are not happy."

"Charlie, I want to be with you more than anything. I'm glad we are here together."

"I am too."

Two Asian girls appeared in front of us and set up trays.

"What now Charlie?"

"We are going to get mani-pedis."

"I have never had one before, but I am not sure what the point is without the color."

"Choosing colors is fun, but a good mani-pedi also is important for maintaining nice looking hands and feet. Don't worry, I know having nail color at work might at first be hard, but taking care of them is important."

I felt safe that Charlie was not going to insist on such an extreme statement for me so I was safe to compliment this aspect of her femininity "You always have beautiful colors on your fingers, but unfortunately that is one treat I will have to pass on."

"It is a shame that you currently feel it would be too hard for you to sport an attractive color at work right now, that's why I told them to just give you a clear polish. But that doesn't mean we can't have matching toes."

"That's not really necessary. No one will see them anyway."

"You will know. And every-time you see your pretty feet you will think of us."

"What about people here?"

"They do this all the time... and are paid well to do it."

In less than an hour, I had red toes and extra glossy clear fingernails. My nails had been trimmed into an oval shape and my cuticles had beed trimmed way back.

"Is it time for our massages yet?"

"Almost. I need to have them finish up with my highlights."

"I'll just watch you."

"I think I will have them wash and condition your hair while you wait. The scalp massage will be nice."

"Ok, it has been getting harder to take care of since it has gotten longer."

"You need to take better care of longer hair. You have some split ends I will tell them to trim them off."

I found myself under a large purple cape in the salon with my now washed hair. The only thing besides my head that peered out from the cape was my red toes still in the pedicure slippers. LuLu did the honors of trimming off my split ends. Her trimming was very precise and when she was done I could tell that all of my hair fell to the exact same point brushing my shoulders. She had trimmed off a little more in some spots to achieve the perfectly even lengths and had moved the part slightly off center. Before releasing me from her care she grabbed a tweezer and pulled more than a few eyebrow hairs. She felt compelled to say how bushy brows don't look right on me.

I was fortunate to avoid the indignity of sitting under a hair drier. She blew dry my hair with a blower and a round brush. Most of the time she was doing this I was focused on the elaborate work being done on Charlie. I knew she had highlights in her always perfect hair but had no clue what she went through to get them. In was a little interesting to watch and the end result looked lovely as always.

When my cape was removed and I stood up, I got the first full effect of my minor trimming. My hair looked fuller and much more styled. The ever-so-slight shifting of my previous center part caused one side of my hair to partially hang down over my face. Like everything else about my experience here at the spa it made me appear a little more feminine. Combined with my altered eyebrows, I am sure that was LuLu's intent. It was not a huge change, but only added to my growing male insecurities.

I was done before Charlie so I sat on the couch near her styling station. I looked through the magazines, but they were all either fashion or focused on cosmetic procedures. I casually flipped through the pages of InStyle Magazine. Each time I flipped a page I noticed my glossy nails. I was sure they would get noticed at work on Monday. At this stage I figured glossy nails would hardly raise any eyebrows.

Finally, Charlie was finished with her hair treatment and it was time for our massages. We were lead into a private room with two tables. Both of us were instructed to strip and get under the thin sheets on our beds. This was the first time all afternoon that I was excited for what was to come. I had my naked Charlie only a few feet away and I envisioned two beautiful Swedish masseurs joining us in our romantic encounter.

Charlie had told me that all of the masseurs here were amazing and knew how to sensually stroke the entire body. Some calming music began through the sound system shortly before the door opened.

In came two athletic looking men that introduced themselves to us. I had expected a pretty woman for at least me, but instead we had two very musclebound men preparing to service us. It wasn't just that I was disappointed not having a female masseuse, but here I was completely removed of bodily hair with painted toes get a full body rub from a man. I had to wonder what he thought of me. My total lack of masculinity next to this physical specimen was intimidating.

There was little I could do or say so I just tried to enjoy the massage as much as possible. As it turned out I quickly forgot about the embarrassing contrast and truly enjoyed the experience. Charlie was right and I even found myself making low level murmurs when Kevin dug deep into sensitive area and released some of my built up tension. When we were finished later I almost forgotten that Charlie was in the room with me.

She brought me back to reality with the sound of her voice. "Somebody was totally enjoying the experience. I was getting a little jealous hearing you purr over there."

I had no idea she had heard me. I was also surprised by how much I had enjoyed it. "Didn't you enjoy your massage?"

"I always do, but today it was extra fun knowing how much you did."

Our Spa afternoon was over and it was one I would not soon forget.

"What now? Your place?"

"Very soon, but I could use a cappuccino right about now. There is a Starbucks at Old Orchards which is not far. I'd like to make one stop there anyway."

"OK, so long as this is one espresso drink I don't have to make."

We were off after Charlie settled up our substantial bill and arranged for generous tips. I really wanted to chip in, but my meager finances would hardly allow for this type of indulgence.

It was the first time I had been in a coffee shop in a long time when I had not been an employee. I ordered the same drink as Charlie. We held hands and talked about the afternoon. She had spent a fortune on me, yet she thanked me for making myself sexier for her.

"You do that for me, why wouldn't I do that for you? I feel sexy just being around you."

"You are so special and all mine."

"Yes, in every way."

"We are next to Bloomingdales and I want us to get matching lockets or something to acknowledge what we have between us."

"You've done so much already. I would love that, but that is too much."

"Let's just go inside. I have a friend Tania that works in the Jewelry department. Maybe she can suggest something simple."

"Did you handle her divorce too?"

"Actually yes, but I knew her and her family long ago. I do have friends that have never gotten a divorce."

"I'm sorry I was just kidding."

"I know. You look very cute right now trying to be sweet."

We were still dressed very casually in our sweats. My genie style bottoms were definitely not up to Bloomy standards. Inside we found her friend. The two hugged and giggled together in an embrace. Their excited conversation went on for couple of minutes before I was even introduced.

Charlie told Tania that she wanted to get us both something to reflect our relationship. She didn't want it to be gaudy and if possible to be something attractive on both of us. I made sure to say that It should not be very expensive since we needed two.

We looked at lockets for a necklace or bracelet, but couldn't find one that would be nice enough for Charlie to wear with her expensive suits, and not crazy expensive. Then we looked at various bracelets and found a couple that were simple and attractive. Charlie said they were OK, but she was not won-over by them.

Tania then suggested that she could just get me something classy that Charlie already owned. Then we would both have the same thing, but would only have to buy one. Charlie's eyes lit up by her suggestion.

"You are so smart. You have great taste and you always know what I like. That is the perfect idea."

I chimed in. "That make sense. Is there something of Charlie's that is very simple that would look OK on me."

"Let me think. Is there anything I have worn that you wanted to try on?"

I was quiet in response to her oddly worded question. I glanced at Tania to see what she thought of that comment.

"Well Charlie, you are always dressed so tastefully down to ever little detail. The first night we were together you weren't even wearing jewelry, yet you looked perfectly accessorized."

"My God Charlie, your Brooke is precious."

"Actually Brooke I was wearing Jewelry that evening."

"Really? I am usually very observant about how you look."

"Under my hair I had two gold studs in my ears. Very simple, but high quality."

"I guess I missed that under your beautiful hair."

"I bought those from Tania here last spring. Tania, do you still have those?"

"Yes yes. Over at the other counter."

I was pulled along to see the earrings that I had missed on our first date.

"I do love those earrings Tania. What do you think Brooke?"

"They do look classy. I am sorry I didn't remember you had them on."

"Tania, what do you think? I so trust your opinion."

Tania, gazed in my direction. She was looking me over for a moment before answering.

"Charlie, you are so right. Those would look fabulous on Brooke. With that cute face and flowing hair, the large gold studs would be just the right touch."

"Charlie, you're not suggesting the earrings for me? Are you?"

"Of course. I wore those our first night together. It would mean so much to me and they would look dynamite on you."

"Earrings! Not a lot of guys I know wear them and besides those are for pierced ears."

Charlie had a disappointed look on her face. "That may be true, but not a lot of guys are with me. I like you because you are special."

Tania interjected, "Brooke, if you like them, we can pierce your ears and you can wear them out."

I wasn't sure which scared me more; getting my ears pierced or disappointing Charlie.

"Don't you think they are a little large for a guy to have in both ears. I do have a friend who wears only one, but it's small and I have never seen him with two."

"Brooke sweetie, With you brushed over longer hair style, Hardly anyone but me will probably notice even either of them. Don't you think it would symbolize our relationship and bond."

I was in a no win position and both girls thought it was a great idea. I didn't want to dim the gleam in Charlie's eyes and once again allowed myself to be further chiseled away at my old self.

My body felt a bit numb when I looked at my newly branded ears in the countertop mirror. With my slightly altered hairstyle, thinner brows, hairless face and now earrings, I could very easily be mistaken for a woman. It wasn't that I found the image unattractive, but rather that it was me. I had been enjoying how Charlie made me feel, but her guidance was taking me very far down an unusual path.

"Brooke, when I first saw you behind the bar at Starbucks I thought you were cute, but each day together I am more attracted to you. I know some of our activities may have at first seemed risqué for you, but in the end don't you think it has all been worth it?"

I had little choice but to respond to her passionate statement, "Yes".

While I was still glazing at my image in the mirror, Tania asked Charlie a question that was not intended for my input. "Are you going to take Charlie shopping today in any other departments?"

Charlie was brief in her response, "Not today, I think this is enough fun for one day."

This time Charlie insisted that I gave Tania a goodbye hug and thank her for the help. Tania replied, "Any time. You can come by whenever you like, especially if you want to pick out some matching jewelry."

"Doubtful, but I appreciate it."

"You never know."

Charlie whispered in my ear as we were walking to the door, "I am ready to take home my silky smooth tart and make some real fun. Can you handle that?"

I smiled and simply said, "Take me."

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I really appreciate all your comments.....

In the first three parts, the local barista at Starbucks comes to the rescue of his favorite patron and secret crush. They begin an unusual relationship that spans their very different worlds. The Barista begins to experience many pleasureful changes to his previously dull lifestyle and wardrobe.

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Chapter 8--

All the way home in the car Charlie was expressing how wonderful I was going to feel with my smooth skin covered by nothing more than a satin nightgown. It seemed almost silly to even imply a desire to act more manly when we reached her home. I knew the pending encounter would be pleasant, but after today, I needed to resign myself to the expectation that with Charlie she expected me to be the the meek partner in our love-making and act mostly docile. Any attempt to insert control or defend my Y chromosome would be treated harshly.

Inside her home she made us cocktails and brought out some chilled chocolate strawberries. We wasted little time finding each others lips and making our way to her couch. She knew all the areas on my neck and ears to stimulate my entire body. I felt totally under her control and loved every second of it. After a period of time that passed in a blur we found our way to her bedroom.

We hardly missed a beat of our foreplay as we stripped off our clothes and only I was given a nightgown to change into. Charlie stripped down to only a silky pair of boxer shorts, while I slipped on the pink long nightgown. I was too aroused to even care about the wardrobe irony. We caressed, kissed and stroked each other until my body was nearly on fire with sensations. Charlie even massaged my non-existent breasts as if I were an actual woman. With my smooth skin and other changes I had a growing understanding of what it would feel like to be in a lesbian relationship with Charlie. I knew it was only role play, but the total emersion in the female style love making was a completely erotic experience. Charlie had previously made it clear to me that she was Bi, and in unconventional way I almost felt like her female partner.

The lovemaking followed a similar pattern as our last encounter. I was able to drive Charlie into ecstasy by going down on her orally. She had no interest in me entering her in the conventional way. In our last sexual encounter she had also satisfied me orally before concluding my orgasm with a dildo penetrating me from behind. Prior to meeting Charlie I had never so much as contemplated a rectal encounter, my first thoughts regarding the possibility of such an experience occurred as I was already in the process of receiving it. I still felt some guilt because there was no denying that I had exploded in sexual satisfaction when I first encountered her lubricated toy.

This time around Charlie simply manipulated my male appendage with her hands before aggressively flipping me over and once again impaling me with the sex toy. Charlie had strapped on the realistic looking device before impaling me with her multiple hip thrusts. I was turned on by the control Charlie exerted over me, but this time Charlie had not even made a passing attempt to orally reciprocate as a girl might attempt to satisfy her boyfriend. I did not resist her forceful move and quickly found myself squealing in satisfaction. As I rested feeling once again sore, a sense of satisfaction still flowed through me even though I had abandoned most of what was left of my masculinity.

I had no problems drifting off to sleep. My body's senses had gone beyond simply ecstasy and I was maxed out. Sleep was the inevitable conclusion. I slept like a rock for about 3 or 4 hours before waking from some strange dreams. My mind was immediately focused on my new found relationship status. I felt happy, lucky and confused. I had little experience in relationships, but the nature of our bond was so foreign and taking me deeper into the dark hole.

I knew that the gorgeous creature peacefully sleeping by my side made me feel special and loved, but in only a short time I had altered my daily lifestyle in ways I could not even explain to myself. Was Charlie bringing out aspects of myself that I had repressed or was I simply following her lead? Whichever it was, I had never felt such intense sexual gratification or ever the loving attention that I was receiving. I was not sure where I was headed, but currently sharing her bed felt right.

Despite lying awake in bed during the middle of the night I had not noticed that Charlie was no longer in bed. Once again she had gotten a jump start on the morning and had left me to sleep. When I discovered I was alone I knew I had to get up, but I felt so wonderful in her bed wrapped in my silky smooth nightgown covered up with her satiny smooth sheets. I felt like royalty, but would never be mistaken for a king.

This time I instinctively went into her closet and grabbed a silk robe before going on a search for Charlie. I sashayed down the hall in my lingerie on a hunt to retrieve my dream-girl. I took the long route to the kitchen to check out more of Charlie's home and because walking in the silky clothes was so enjoyable. At the far end of the hall was what appeared to be Charlie's home office. It definitely looked like a very functional work space and lacked some of the stylish touches of the rest of her home. It was designed with work in mind and had sparse distractions beyond the high tech computer setup. The only non-business items that adorned the room were two framed photos of attractive twenty-something women. I had never seen them before, but they looked professional like Charlie. I knew she did not have any sisters so I guessed they were past relationships. There was an empty frame next to them, and my racing mind speculated about a past affair that she could not bare to be reminded of. These thoughts were all pure fantasy and not really my business since I was snooping around.

I could only dream of living in a house like this. My parents did ok, but I would never inherit enough to even consider anything along the lines of Charlie's place. My work career was off to a slow start and at it's current pace only provided me with my basic living standards. If I was going to continue my relationship with Charlie it would have to be mostly on her nickel. Seeing how wonderful it felt on the other side of the fence made me contemplate my own past employment decisions. Maybe it was time to consider something more career oriented or at least something that paid more. Charlie's emergence into my life had me thinking about a lot of things.

I finally made it to kitchen and knew she was inside because my nose could smell the distinctive aroma of fresh coffee. I ran my fingers through my hair so that I would look good for Charlie. I had a big smile on my face as I entered the room expecting to find Charlie.

I found her, but she was not alone. Her friend Tania from Bloomingdales was sitting at the table with her. They both greeted me with giant grins. I froze in my tracks about 10 feet from them.

"Brooke dear, don't be shy, say hello to Tania. She stopped by before work to discuss a few things. Please join us for a cup of coffee."

"Yes Brooke, I am so glad to see you again so soon. Plant your pretty little butt over here at the table."

I wanted to flee. I couldn't believe that someone besides Charlie had seen me dressed like this. I had a hard time forming any words. "I am sorry to interrupt, I will leave you two."

"No no, Tania and I were done with our business. Please join us. She won't bite."

"Hi Tania. I am surprised to see you so early this morning."

"I just stopped by for a short while. I am sorry to invade your personal morning."

"It's Ok, I was going to be leaving soon anyway." I really had no plans to leave yet, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

"I will be on my way in a few minutes too. I have to be at Bloomingdales before they open to set up the displays."

"You work at a very classy store."

"It is nice. Charlie is going to have to get you in soon to pick up some chic clothes."

"Charlie has already done enough for me, but thank you."

"Honey, Tania is right. We do need to get you some stylish things of your own. We will just have to make some time in the near future."

"That's nice Charlie, what ever makes you happy."

"Brooke I see that both you and Charlie are wearing your matching earrings. They look lovely with your pretty ensemble. Doesn't satin feel heavenly in the morning?"

"Yes it does feel nice, it was the only thing here for me to sleep in."

"Of course it was."

I managed to maintain my composure until Tania left which was very challenging. After she left, I asked why she did not warn me that Tania was coming over.

"She is my good friend and already knew about the two of us."

"She must have thought it was strange to see me like this."

"Hardly, she had already mentioned to me after meeting you how cute you were. I told her not to get any ideas."

"Charlie, this is all so confusing for me, and has become surreal."

"If we are happy that is all that matters... don't over think things."

"I love what we have too, but..."

"But what Sweetie?"

"Well, the first one of either of our friends that have seen us together, see me dressed like this. I know we currently live in different worlds, but doesn't that seem strange?"

"Not really, but you are right. Are there some friends that you want me to meet?"

"No one specific, but it would be nice if I introduced you at work or if I even met some of your friends or colleagues."

"If that is what you want. Have you been keeping us secret? Are you embarrassed being with me?"

"No way. I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable in the Starbucks."

"Nonsense! Your friends are my friends."

"Thank you."

"You and I have not been been together all that long, but I will come up with an appropriate opportunity for you to meet more of my acquaintances."

We had a second cup of coffee together before I changed and went home. Charlie mentioned how grateful she was for the past 24 hours because she was entering a very busy stretch at work. She had some very high powered and intense divorce proceedings coming up and one of them was likely headed for a trial. She was very good at her job, but she did not think she would have much personal time over the next month.

Charlie told be how much I meant to her and that she was hopeful I would be understanding if we did not see a lot of each other during this period. She said she would sneak some time in here and there, but that was all she could promise for now. I was sad that just as we were getting closer that our time together would be limited. I just told her that I would try and stay flexible if she had any time or needed some comforting. In reality Charlie was the only real thing in my life outside of Starbucks.

Chapter 9---

Charlie and I did not see a lot of each other over the next month, which then extended to 2, 3, and then nearly four months. She always seemed busy with big divorce cases and her numerous duties managing the firm. We did see each other, but mostly it was for an evening cocktail or over a spa treatment and was never more than once a week. We did follow up a few of those drinks with some playing around, but our quality time together never seemed enough. Our infrequent sex typically followed previous patterns and I was gradually getting used to being entered from behind. I had pretty much accepted this as the norm for our sexual encounters and no longer even held out hopes for a more traditional position.

I became a regular at LuLu's Salon and Beauty Clinic. Charlie insisted that I go there every other weekend to keep my skin smooth, nails manicured and hair conditioned. About once a month we shared a massage, but mostly I was there by myself. LuLu took her marching orders from Charlie, so I was still treated like royalty and all of my treatments were pre-scheduled for me. I continued with the full body waxes followed by the Laser treatments. Beginning with the second treatment they also lasered a very small patch of hair that I had on my chest. By the time month four rolled around there was really no need for me to shave anymore. There were only a few odd hairs remaining and even those would be gone soon.

My hair treatments were mostly just maintenance, trimming and tending to the few split ends. I had previously left my hair very long, but now it was significantly longer than I had ever let it grow before. Even working in a Starbucks, I was starting to wonder if it was too long for a work place. Charlie always complimented me on how it looked and not surprisingly told me how sexy she thought long hair was. Not that the stylist ever asked me, I did not dare suggest to have it shortened.

Other than our time at the spa, and visits to her place, Charlie and I did not go out. Charlie still insisted that when I came over that I dressed more to her tastes, but at least I did not need to parade through restaurants dressed in the feminine selections that she always insisted on. Most of the clothes were soft sweaters, shimmery tops that were paired with matching slacks, but she did mix in a few maxi skirts and even once had me wearing a halter style one piece pleated dress.

At work my feminine slacks collection grew even larger. More than half of the bottoms were obviously women's pants to even a casual observer. My collection of lingerie and shoes also grew. I now wore a camisole daily that was color coordinated with my panties. Having my penis tucked under the gaff became almost second nature. Many of the slacks were long and now I had three pairs of shoes that had varying degrees of heels in excess of two inches. I began to wear pantyhose on days that I needed to wear the higher heels. Charlie even bought me a couple of padded briefs to wear with some of the slacks to give them a better fit. On the rare days I had both the heels and padded brief on, my derrière was very prominent.

My nails were also carefully groomed with a small amount of added length with oval tips. The clear polish eventually was replaced by a natural tint that had a hint of pink color. The color was not obvious, but I was always aware of it.

Between my altered grooming and the decidedly feminine fashion touches, I was treated by my co-workers more like one of the girls than a male co-worker. I never expressed any girlish desires at work, but rarely made any effort to defend my manhood. There was not much of an explanation I could concoct to justify my appearance. I considered on numerous occasions whether to stop with the avant-garde look or whether to tone it down, but I still had great hopes for me and Charlie. Even the small amount of quality time we shared felt so good that I was not ready to risk that.

On the few times I went to see my mother after work, I made a concerted effort to dress more manly. Even on those visits I still had on my gaff and panties, but I did not wear obviously girlish slacks. It was also the only time I did not wear my earrings. Despite that, my mother commented on the holes in both of my ears. When she saw me during the fourth month of my relationship with Charlie, she asked me what was up. She asked about my beyond shoulder length hair, my pierced ears, the noticeable weight even I had not realized I had lost, and the softer looking face I was now sporting. She said I looked younger, but wanted to know if everything was ok.

I told her I had met someone that liked me more stylish. I was stunned a bit when she asked if that new flame was a girl or boy. When I became startled she said all she wanted was for me to be happy. I immediately told her it was a girl, but I was not ready yet to introduce her. After the uncomfortable exchange we had a nice visit. Nothing more was said about my subtle changes until I was getting ready to leave. Mom asked if I needed help with my style changes.

"Honey, if you like I can go shopping with you. I am sure it is a little awkward for you to shop in some places. Having a woman accompany you can help looking for the special styles easier."

"Mom, that's OK I am doing fine. My friend Charlie has been helping. Is he also dressing 'Stylishly'?"

"Charlie is a she, and yes she is very stylish. I am sure someday you will meet her."

"Alright, but the shopping invitation is always open. I am sure the new experience would be enjoyable for both of us."

"Thanks Mom. I'll let you know."

Even my own mother was questioning my manhood. There was no longer any daily part of my life that resembled my pre-Charlie world. My altered personal image changed gradually and almost too easily.

At work I had introduce Charlie to a couple of my female co-workers. They were excited to talk with her, but I never felt they took our relationship seriously. They hit it off and mostly talked about how much of a cutie I had become since we began hanging out. In our conversations they mostly referred to her as my friend. I knew Charlie and I had something special and that was enough for me. Boasting about my stunning girlfriend was not in my nature.

It had been nearly 4 months since Charlie said she was entering her busy work stretch. I was happy during our sporadic times together but finally decided it was time to inquire about seeing each other more. Other than the girls at LuLu’s there were no acquaintances of Charlie’s that I had ever met. We had never gone out with any of her friends and I had never met any of her work associates. We had talked about her office and even some of her co-workers, but I never actually met them. With the way Charlie preferred I dressed in her presence, I had not pushed hard to change that and even repressed my desire to interact with others.

Maybe I was getting used to our routine and the androgynous fashion changes or just growing a thicker skin. Either way, I was getting anxious to be less secretive and isolated. I knew it might lead to some additional scrutiny, but I was willing if Charlie was.

It was during one of our very brief after work cocktails that I pushed the subject.

“Charlie, you mean everything to me and I would never want to jeopardize what we have, but I would really like to meet some of your friends. We see each other at my Starbucks and other than that, only about once a week. If we somehow had more mutual friends or our worlds crossed more often, then I know I would be happier.”

“Am I not making you happy?”

“Of course you make me happy. I want to also make you happy.”

“So what are you asking then?”

“I am not asking for anything specific, just thinking that it would be nice for us to find more things from our individual lives to share.”

“You know how busy I am.”

“Yes yes. I am just trying to make it easier for us to spend time together.”

“Most of my time lately has been spent on work related issues with only occasional gaps.”

“I am not trying to add any stress. I would do anything for you. I just wish there were ways for us to share other things in our lives that are important or just spend more quality time together.”

“Brooke, let me give it more thought. I know I said that before, but maybe you are right and we should find some ways to do other things. We will talk about it more real soon… OK?”

“That would be great. Thank you.”

We went another week before we had a rendezvous other than at Starbucks. It was a glorious evening that included dinner out at the same restaurant we went to on our first formal date night. Charlie was in a particularly good mood which I did not want to ruin by objecting to her fashion selection for me. I always relented to her envelope pushing androgynous selections and tonight she was no different with one exception.

Charlie had me wearing black leather pants that fit almost like tights. On each side was a long gold zipper which were challenging to zip over the hip and derrière pads that Charlie insisted I wear. My contrasting white sweater covered over the lace camisole, but not the decorative zippers. The leather pants extended to just above my ankles, which did little to cover up the open toed pumps that Charlie handed me. These were a very sexy pair of heels and without long pants to cover them they were unequivocally all girl. Charlie and I had continued to get matching toe colors and with these shoes they would be on full display. I wasn't even sure I would be able to walk in the pencil heels.

"Charlie you know how much I want to please you, but these shoes are so totally feminine. Couldn't I just wear some low heel clogs or flats?"

"Brooke, the shoes are what makes the look. I really don't think that a different pair of shoes would make a meaningful difference in anyones perception of you. However, it would take away from how sexy you look."

"I just think I'd be crossing over the appearance line."

"Brooke, you need to face truth. You have been crossing that line for a while and enjoying it."

"It's just..."

I was quickly cut off. "Are we going to fight, because if so, this is not how I want to spend one of my rare free evenings."

"If I brake my ankle you are going to have to nurse me back to health."

"I am sure you will be a natural. You have been every step of the way so far."

"OK then, let's go before my nearly bare feet become cold. I almost hope no one realizes I am a guy."

"Come here my lovely and let me give you a kiss. You are such a good sport. I will make it up to you later."

With the heels strapped to my feet I still was no taller than Charlie. The kiss melted away my last doubts. Before we headed to the door Charlie added one more twist to my ensemble. She painted my lips with the same crimson red lipstick shade that she was wearing. For a half second I began to protest, but at this point it seemed almost pointless.

"Brooke dear, this will help clear up any ambiguity people might perceive."

We were out the door with little pretense of a man and a woman dating. I may still have considered myself male, but that was not going to be the image I reflected for the evening. I also knew that I was better off not trying to act the male part under the circumstances.

The evening went without incidence. With Charlie as my wing girl we did get a lot of looks. I am not sure how people gendered me, but I knew having such a gorgeous woman at my side made it bearable.

Back at the Charlie's house we could not wait to attack each other in bed. My public deception excited Charlie and I could feel her enthusiasm. I even played along by begging her to come and get me. I completely took the vixen role and even found myself making feminine gestures in an effort to entice my pursuer. Charlie even called me her little babe at one point of our encounter. In the end I brought her to multiple orgasms with the tip of my tongue before she mounted me from behind and rode me wild with a new vibrating dildo. She made every effort to make my orgasm last by adjusting her rate and depth of my penetration. I kept panting "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie" as my sexual intensity reached it's apex before exploding.

I knew that our further exploration into roll play had lit a fire in both of us. I was totally satisfied but scared at the same time. Charlie's passion and desire for me increased the more feminine I became. I wanted to please her, but to what end. I knew I was not faking my enjoyment, but the roll play still had me confused.

Chapter 10--

I had to slither out of her house early in the morning to ready myself for work. I had accumulated so many of Charlie's slacks and lingerie that confiscating more of her things at this point seemed ridiculous. I had a closet full of her clothes and they took up almost as much space as my entire wardrobe. My collection of her shoes were easily more than my own stash.

I saw Charlie later that morning at Starbucks. When she made her way to my barista station she gave me one of her mesmerizing smiles. She leaned over the counter and whispered to me that she really needed to get me some of my own lipstick. Maybe even some daytime shades for me at work.

Her whispering tone was very seductive, but her suggestion that I consider wearing lipstick to work was unnerving. I just told her in an equally soft whisper that she was silly.

As much fun as we always seemed to share did not change the infrequent nature of our get togethers. When I saw Charlie in the store she would only say that she was working on making more time for us and that she would have an idea to share with me shortly. Nearly two more weeks had passed before she asked me to meet her on Saturday afternoon at the spa. She only said she wanted to talk to me. I already had the scheduled appointments that Charlie arranged for and would welcome spending some of that time with her. I was a little nervous that she would't tell me about what she needed to say. It even crossed my paranoid mind, since it had been so long since our last fun that she might want to break up with me. Charlie also mentioned that she was entertaining clients that evening in a skybox at Wrigley Field for a Cub game. I would have enjoyed going with her, but that apparently was not the plan.

I anxiously awaited Saturday. I had to endure my waxing and laser treatments before I even saw Charlie. We had a Mani-Pedi together before we had any opportunity to speak privately. Despite my worst fears, Charlie was not in a dour mood. If she was going to tell me that we were breaking up, it was not apparent in her mood.

"So Brooke, I have been thinking about what you said about socializing with others in my world and I think you are right."

"Thanks Charlie, I've been looking forward to that."

"I think I came up with a great opportunity to introduce you in low pressure way."

"What do you have in mind?"

"It will take a little effort on your part, but it will be for a good cause."

"What do you need?"

"I think I mentioned to you that I am Chairperson for the Dream Foundation."

"Yes that is such a wonderful cause."

"Well the third Saturday night in October we always have our big Gala."

"If you are asking me to go, I would love to. Is it a formal event?"

"I would like you to join me there. I think you would enjoy it. There's food, dancing and a silent auction. We raise a lot of money that one night."

"I will gladly buy a ticket. Maybe even bid on somethings."

"I don't expect you to buy your own ticket. Besides I already have a table. You can always bid on things if you like any of the items."

"I am excited to finally meet some of your friends and associates. You said it would need a little effort on my part. Do you need me to do anything special for the event? I would be honored to attend and help in any way I can."

"Since we moved the Gala to late October three years ago we have used the Halloween theme for our inspiration. The decor will include pumpkins and other seasonal items."

"That sounds fun, do any of the guests dress up?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I hope you are game. It would mean a lot to me and I am sure a lot of fun for you."

"I'm listening."

"I would like you to come as a Lawyer."

"Sure. I can look professional if you like."

"I think it would be the perfect time for you to go all out from head to toe."

"That should be easy enough."

I am not sure you completely are absorbing this. I want you to come as a woman attorney like me."

"WHAT!"

"Think about it. You have been experimenting with this idea for the last few months. This would be the perfect time for you to experience the full effect."

"You want me to come to your Gala dressed completely like a woman? Seriously? Charlie I am not sure I am ready to do something like that."

"I am glad you said ready instead of not willing."

"I know you are ready. I also know you will pull it off with panache and be a hit."

"It's one thing to go places that I don't know anyone and push the gender envelope, but another to go to a big benefit dressed that way."

"Brooke, first off, you probably won't know anyone there and secondly you will be with the Chairperson of the event. If that's not enough remember the Halloween theme."

"Even for Halloween that is a big stretch. I can't imagine anybody else would consider something so extreme. I could end up as the butt of your friends jokes."

"I remember last year at least one person did the same thing. That person came as a female paralegal. The year before someone came as a female accountant. I think you have the potential to out do them both."

"I will never live it down with your associates or friends. First impressions are hard to get over."

"For all of those attending from the firm I am the boss. They would NEVER laugh at you. Besides, that is why I want you to do it right. I told you it would take some effort. I am not just going to dress you up and send you out the door. When you make the first impression, it should be an impressive one."

"What are you suggesting? I am already dressing in your work slacks."

"This is one of my most important days of the year. I want every detail to look perfectly prepared. That includes you. I understand that this is a big jump from our past fun, but I would need you to be all in on this."

"All in?"

"The Gala is in three weeks and if you want to make the right first impression it will take some preparation. This may be asking a lot, but the week prior to the event I would like you to take off work and move in with me. The guest room would be all yours, but we would spend a lot of time together that week. We would get you the right clothes and accessories. It would also give you time to practice. When you finally make it to the Gala on Saturday you will have perfected your Lawyer image."

"You want me to move in with you and take off work? All this just for a costume."

"If you think you are doing this for a costume, people will see right through your presentation. I want you to do this for both of us and to hopefully experience more of what we have had together."

"I have not taken any vacation time in ages so that should not be a problem, but that Thursday is my father's Birthday and my mother and I have gotten together on that day since he passed away. I really can't miss that."

"We will just plan around that. I would not want to interfere with something so important to you. So are you in?"

"I like the idea of staying with you, but the rest is so over-the-top. I guess I will do it."

"Brooke, this is not an I guess kind of thing. I will have to adjust my plans too and you will have to be focused and committed. I don't want to deal with a reluctant boyfriend."

I think that was the first time she ever referred to me as a boyfriend. I was a bit reluctant, but this was going to be my chance to move in with her and show my devotion.

"Charlie, I will do my best."

"If you do your best, I know you will be perfect."

"So are we going to get a massage together now?"

"I wish we could, but I am going to schedule your special appointments now for two weeks from today and then be off to my Baseball game. I have to go because it is with important clients. I hope there are other woman there. You know how men can be at sporting events."

"What kind of special appointments?"

"Just the type of stuff you need to look pretty and more convincing."

With that I was once again alone at the spa. I was treated to an extra long massage today and was greeted by LuLu when it was over. She asked me how early I could get to the salon on that Saturday and I told her in the morning. She spoke to me in an extra friendly tone.

"Brooke, I am so happy for you. Charlie has brought friends here before, but you are the most special. Charlie obviously saw something in you and we have loved helping you to bring it all the way out. I really think you are going to make a very lovely young woman. Everyone here will be in your corner to make that happen."

When I had arrived at the spa I was concerned Charlie wanted to break up with me. I was now getting ready to leave knowing that I was going to be moving in with her and upping the ante on our gender bending games. I wasn't sure it was the best outcome, but I knew it was not my original fear.

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Chapter 11--

Outside of Charlie's visits to Starbucks, I did not see her until the last day at work prior to my week off. We did chat a few times, but there was no intimate times between us. Charlie had set up a meeting for me with someone I assumed was her tailor. She told me it was to get my body measured so she would have the correct sizes for when I moved in.

Charlie arranged for that meeting at the LuLu's incase I was nervous about it. I expected to meet some stereotypic looking man with a tape measure, but instead was greeted by an attractive woman named Roxy. Roxy was completely filled in on the unusual plans and enthusiastically took to her task. She measured me in every direction and from head to toe. She determined my woman's shoe size and jotted down other sizes that meant nothing to me.

Roxy sensed my uneasiness and tried to make me feel better. "You are going to look magnificent. You were lucky to be born with such naturally feminine bone structure that eventually no one will ever suspect you were ever a man. You are going to be so much happier looking in the mirror. Charlie told me all about your desire to look your best for the Gala and I plan to help you become the envy of every man at the event."

That was not my desire, but it really didn't matter. Roxy was hired by Charlie to help me get the proper fit and I was happier dealing with a upbeat woman than a traditional old male tailor that might have made me uncomfortable. Roxy indicated that Charlie was arranging a follow up for us to meet again on the first Saturday of my preparation for the fundraiser.

The day before I was to move in with Charlie I asked how much room I would have for my clothes and if she wanted me to bring over anything specific. Charlie told me not to bring anything. I knew that week was going to include a lot of dressing, but I wrongfully assumed I would have some boy time. I also wanted to have some of my stuff at her house incase Charlie's desire for me to move in extended beyond the Gala. I was hoping this was the beginning of our next step in our relationship.

I arrived at Charlie's house on Friday as planned. Charlie pulled me inside her foyer and planted a kiss on my lips. It was the ideal way to start our time together. I almost expected her to drag me to the bedroom, but that was not the case.

Following our brief moment of passion, Charlie was mostly all business. She showed me to the guest room which was at the opposite end of the house from Charlie's master suite. It was a very nice room with a decidedly feminine decor. It had a modest walk in closet, a poster bed and a modern style vanity. Next to the vanity was a full length three sided mirror. It was similar to the type you would see in upscale department stores. Charlie told me that in the top drawer of the clothing chest were fresh nightgowns, panties, camisoles, and gaffs. Everything else I need would be provided starting tomorrow.

It was a nice room, but I was hoping to spend most of my nights with Charlie. She seemed intent for me to know that this was my home base...not her room. I was surprised with her need to make that known immediately.

Following the room assignment we did share a cocktail and light meal around the fireplace. Every time I thought our shared passion was moving towards a sexual release our kissing would back off and the conversation would move us away from love making. It was only about 8:30 when Charlie told me I should probably get myself ready for bed. She told me that tomorrow would be a big day and I should be rested. My heart felt a little empty when she said that she hoped the bed in my room would be to my liking. There was certainly time for us to play a little, but Charlie was not in the mood for that. I did not want to start off my stay in a pushy way so I retreated to the guest room.

I was not really tired, but there was not much for me to do. Outside of playing around with my iPhone, bed seemed the only option. I changed into a nightgown from on top of the pile in the drawer and then just spent a few minutes exploring the rest of the bedroom. I looked through the remaining drawers of the dresser and discovered many additional items of lingerie including a wide selection of bras, some unopened pantyhose and other miscellaneous pieces. The bottom drawer had accessories including belts and scarfs.

On top of the dresser was a small chest that was loaded with all types of jewelry. The closet was equally full of clothing. The racks were full of garments and there were many pairs of shoes on the lower shelves. The person that Charlie said moved out had obviously left most of her wardrobe behind. Like Charlie's closet and room, most of the apparel looked to be high quality and meticulously organized. I felt a little like I was staying in some strangers room.

For lack of an alternative I slipped under the sheets at about 9:00. The clock on the nightstand began beeping at 7:30 the next morning. I was already awake, but still lounging in bed. A few minutes later Charlie spoke from outside my door and told me to shower, but not wash my hair.

When I re-entered the bedroom and found my bed made and some clothing awaiting me. The items were very soft and satiny, but the items were not much more feminine than anything else Charlie had selected. Over my panties and gaff I put the black pajama style pants and on top I slipped over my head the eggshell blouse with 3/4 length sleeves and crewneck top. It all was very simple and feminine, but not such that I would standout. I brushed out my hair before slipping on the simple wedge saddles at the foot of the bed. My toe colors actually looked nice as they peaked out from under the wide pant legs. I had great reservations about what I had agreed to, but for at least a few moments the clothing felt nice against my skin.

When I found Charlie in the living room she handed me an energy bar and a light coat.
"You are going to be at LuLu's for quite a while and should eat this so your stomach doesn't growl. They will get you some coffee and probably have some snack for you later."

"Good Morning Charlie. How did you sleep?"

"Not really enough. I went out for a while last night and should have come home earlier."

I had no idea she had left after sending me to bed. She also had not mentioned any other plans.

"I see. Any problems?"

"No, nothing special, just let the time slip away. Is my Butterfly ready to spread her wings?"

I just accepted the reference to being a her and tried to put on a small smile.

"As ready as possible, God Help Me."

"You will thank him later I suspect. I can't wait to see you later. I plan to pick you up when you are done so we can celebrate."

I was happy to know we would have fun together later, but surprised the spa day would not include Charlie.

"You are not joining me?"

"Brooke, you have a full day of treatments and people to see at the clinic."

"If I get my work done I may come over later for a touch up on my nails, but today is all about you. I hope it is everything you might fantasize it could be."

"Charlie, making you happy is my fantasy."

"That's sweet, but focus on yourself today. If anyone asks any questions, you need to tell them what kind of girl you see yourself as. Don't answer anyone's questions 'because you want to please me'. I have always seen more in you than you allow yourself to admit. When I see you later I want to see Brooke, not someone trying to please someone else. "

"I am not sure how I can respond to that."

"Relax and be yourself. If you like I can give you another pill to take with if you need help relaxing. I don't think you will need it."

"No, I should be fine."

"Everyone there will be catering to you. They are experts on this and will always be there to help you along."

"LuLu is very nice."

"Hop in the BMW pumpkin, my future princess."

"Cinderella I'm not... that's for sure."

"You may be right. Her fun ends when the party is over."

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Please! Please! Please! I really appreciate your comments.

In the first four parts, the local barista at Starbucks comes to the rescue of his favorite patron and secret crush. They begin an unusual relationship that spans their very different worlds. The Barista begins a gradual transformation into the world of feminine wonderment. His previously dull lifestyle and boring wardrobe get a total makeover with the assistance of his dream girl.

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Chapter 12--

Charlie walked me in to LuLu's like a proud parent with her child. She handed me off to the receptionist while assuring me that today was going to so special. The receptionist also greeted me with an odd attempt at encouragement.

"Brooke, we will get started momentarily. You are going to be so happy taking this big step. We will be in your corner all the way. Before long you will be even more amazed by the results."

I knew what I agreed to was craziness for a Gala and to please Charlie, but the level of encouragement seemed unnecessarily forced. I was in the dark as to what treatments Charlie had signed me up for, but in the presence of the smiling receptionist, once again I mindlessly re-signed a bunch of wavers. I had made my commitment so I basically wanted to just get it done and be over with.

Almost as soon as Charlie had disappeared I was led back to the side of the spa I had never seen. This side was more like a doctors office and lacked much of the plush salon characteristics. The aid put me in a sterile looking room and told me that someone would be with me shortly.

A few minutes later a very business like woman entered the room. "I am here to take your blood pressure and a blood sample."

"Excuse me. What's that for?"

"I am only the medical technician so you should ask the Doctor when you see her. This is usually just done to make sure you are healthy and for baseline medical records. It's very routine."

"When am I seeing a Doctor?"

"I am just a nurse. I can't answer that, but my guess is later after they check your blood results."

"I didn't even know they did stuff like that here."

"This is a clinic, not just a spa. We do many types of cosmetic treatments in the office. Nothing major, but things like laser, botox and minor surgical procedures are part of our services. It says on your record you already have done laser hair removal here. We probably should have started a more thorough medical file then."

I wasn't in that part of the office long before I was taken for my spa treatments. From the wax I had my hair washed and conditioned. Then I was taken to LuLu's salon chair, where LuLu was getting ready.

"Brooke, today I have the privilege to give you your first stylish cut. Your hair has grown out and looks very healthy. I am going to make it look more fashionable, but keep it manageable for you. As your feminine skills develop you can try more adventurous looks with it."

"Not likely, but manageable sounds good. It's gotten to be more work as it has gotten longer."

"Being pretty takes some work and many girls your age have even longer hair. I do not plan to make it short, so you still will need to care for it."

"I am in your hands."

LuLu went to work, but unlike my past simple maintenance cuts, she took her time. I was not allowed to watch in the mirror so I could later take in the full effect. She was very precise even though most of her snips did not result in much hair falling. There were a few cuts that resulted in long strands falling but not that many of them. When she felt sufficiently satisfied with how my still damp hair looked, a second stylist went to work.

The second stylist did not use scissors. She just wrapped some of my strands in tinfoil and treated them with chemicals. This actually took longer than the cut. With the foil still is my hair I was taken for a manicure and pedicure. My nails had gradually been allowed to grow longer and were now the longest they had ever been. The manicurist only rounded them, but did not shorten them. I knew I was getting the full girl treatment today so I just bit my lip when my nails were painted in a deep red shade. For the first time my hands were put in a microwave like oven. After just a very short period I was told to take them out. Missy the manicurist asked how I liked my no-chip color.

She repeated a similar process on my toes so that I matched. All I was told is that these were more durable.

Following the mani-pedi I was taken back to LuLu's station and the foil was removed. My hair was washed again and then LuLu worked with her brush and hand blower. When she finished I asked to finally see the results, but she said not yet.

"Before you see yourself we want to apply the some special base makeup Charlie said would make things easier for a makeup novice like you. She said you currently don't have a lot of experience applying makeup yourself."

"Actually none."

"Well we are going to do some micro-pigmentation, which makes it easy for an amateur to look stunning."

"You can do stuff here that makes it easier when I am not here? That sounds impossible."

"Not at all. You still need to put on your own makeup to look your best, but some base tinting helps with the hardest parts."

"Anything to make it easier."

I was treated to yet another specialist that worked on my eyes for longer than it took to get the mani and pedi. When she was done on my eyes and lashes she also treated my lips. I knew I was going to get makeup today, but was surprised how long it took. They had not used any powders or foundations, so I was shocked how long it took.

When the asian girl had finished I asked her why it took so long. She told me that with these pigments you must be very careful and exacting. You would not want to make any errors or apply the wrong amount. She then went on to explain this was long lasting makeup. Unlike regular makeup this stays on when makeup remover is used. It was not as permanent as a tattoo, but would last at a minimum 2-3 weeks. After that I would have to have it redone.

My heart sank when she said that, as this gig was only supposed to go on for about a week. She was gone before I could compose myself and ask how to remove it.

LuLu came over to see the handiwork and just smiled.

"Can I please see what has come of me?"

"If you insist. I was going to wait until you were done, but I guess it won't hurt for you to see how beautiful you have become."

Together we walked over to her mirror and I slowly gazed at the reflection. I barely resembled my former self. It was definitely me, but my image was completely female. My hair had been turned into a layered blunt cut long page-boy style including curled under straight across bangs. My hairstyle had gone from a long androgynous style to a very fashion forward woman's cut. It was a trendy look, but not one that could be mistaken for a guy's style. If that was not enough, the semi-permanent eyeliner, mascara and lip tint gave my face a seductive allure. The noir die was not overly dark, but the eyeliner was distinct and effect was unmistakeable.

There was no way that my appearance could be covered up to look manly. I had been transformed for the time being into a woman.

"I don't look like me. I look like a fully made up lady."

"You still could use some makeup to look date ready, but you do look hot. If you want to play the banshee look down, you could pull your hair into a high ponytail and with those cute bangs you will appear less city-chic and more the girl next door type."

They did not get my concern. I did look fabulous, which was beginning to sink in, but this was not like a piece of Charlie's clothes that I could just remove. I was going to have telltale signs of this adventure well beyond the week.

I certainly found my image to be spell-bounding. I would have considered my looks attractive on another woman, but it was hard to accept that was me. I tried my best to just accept that for now I was a pretty gal. I couldn't think of what else could be on the docket, so I just asked.

"Next up you need to get dressed. Roxy is waiting for you in the office."

I was wearing the clothes that Charlie had sent me off in, but knew that Roxy would have some new things for me since she took all the measurements.

Roxy greeted me with an approving smile that was becoming the norm at the salon.

"You are quite the doll. I see LuLu and her team have not lost their magic. You are the finest transformation that I have had the privilege to assist with."

Her statement gave me pause, but she clearly was impressed with my new look.

"So what lovely clothes have you brought for me? Charlie is clearly enamored with your work. She always looks great, so I guess you would also call me a fan. Unfortunately for your fashions, I am not built like her."

"That's mainly why I am here. Charlie did send along an outfit, but my job is to improve on your frame so it fits properly. I don't make outerwear."

"I'm confused. I thought you were a tailor."

"In a sense I am. I specialize in foundation clothes and lingerie. I am going to give you some shape. Instead of adjusting the clothes to fit the body, I tailor the body to better fit the clothes."

"How's that?"

"Time to find out. Strip down to your panties."

In a matter of minutes I had the realest looking pair of breast attached to my chest with an adhesive. These were custom made for me and had an almost invisible seem. Roxy dusted a little makeup along the seam which further blended the "C" cup sized breasts to my chest. She also packed me up a container of the skin tone powder for future touchups.

The weight of these forms were significant, but they held solid even without a bra.

"These are heavy, I can't believe they don't fall off."

"Don't worry about that. That adhesive is extremely strong. Do not try and take them off yourself. I have a special solvent which can be used in a week or two as your body's natural secretions begin to loosen them. I will re-attach them down the road if or when that is necessary."

There wasn't much of me that even faintly resembled a man. Looking at myself in the mirror I hardly felt like one anymore.

Roxy had a suitcase full of additional items to further enhance my figure and sex appeal. She had me try on 5 different styles of bras, some camisoles, panties and butt and hip pads. She also had me put on a waist cincher which did little for my already narrow waist. Finally she pulled out a full corset. After pulling the strings to a very uncomfortable level, my straight shape had been re-formed to more hour glass proportions. I begged for her to remove it or loosen it, but she said the pain would pass or become more tolerable in time.

That was the last item in Roxy's arsenal and all that was left was to get dressed.

Charlie had kept my debut outfit simple but still sexy. I found myself in a black leather A line skirt and a white silk blouse. I also sported modest heeled patent leather slip on pumps. The look accentuated all of my new curves and finished off my new style very tastefully. If this girl had visited my old Starbuck store she would have commanded a great deal of attention. What started as some playful fun with Charlie had led me to a surreal new me.

After a quick text message from Roxy, LuLu returned to see their new creation.

"Baby you are gorgeous. You are going to break a lot of hearts."

"I think my own is missing a few beats... is Charlie here yet. I need some food and a big cocktail; no make that two."

"She is on her way, but you still have to see Dr. Renau first."

"I hope she is a shrink. I think I am going to need one."

"She does provide counseling among her skills. I am sure you will make a good impression."

I had lost most of my inhibitions at this point, but I did feel strange seeing a doctor after completing my total transformation. My blood may be healthy, but what would she think about my head.

Dr Renau was already aware of my new look before I even introduced myself. She did not seem surprised in the least.

"Brooke, I am glad to meet you. You certainly make a beautiful young woman."

"I appreciate your thoughts. I am still adjusting to all of this."

"It is good that you realize that. Adjusting to your changes will take time and some patience. Are you happy?"

The Doctor was probably one of Charlie's many friends or former clients taking an interest in my makeover so I wanted to project a positive attitude. I also remembered that Charlie did not want me to come across like I was doing this for anyone but myself. I did not know why I needed to speak with the Doctor, but then very little of any of this made sense.

She had a very relaxed atmosphere about her and started the conversation with some general small talk. We talked about my job at Starbucks, where I grew up, family and eventually even a little about relationships. Neither of us specifically used Charlie's name, but everything was kept upbeat.

After finishing our random discussions Dr. Renau changed directions to my chart and some more direct and personal questions.

"How does it feel to present yourself fully as a woman now?"

"It has been a lot of work. Until recently, I would never have thought all this possible."

"Do you like what you see when you look in the mirror now?"

"I am amazed. This has been beyond any expectation I had."

"But are you happy?"

I had to pause for a moment and reflect on my earlier conversation with Charlie. She thought it was important that I feel and express that this was for me.

"I definitely have been happier in recent months. I have done things that surprised even me, but they have led to great pleasure. So I guess that is a yes."

"Looking at you it appears you are fully committed. Do you think you are mentally ready to see this through to the end?"

I was scared about what the coming days would feel like and the Gala was a complete mystery, but I knew I could do it.

"The past few months have helped me mentally prepare for all this. Back then I don't think I could have done this, but now I think I can handle almost anything. My friend has encouraged all this and now I am ready as I can be. I am pretty sure I look passable, so I will just not give people reasons to think otherwise."

"You have a good attitude. Not everyone taking on such a challenge are that optimistic. It should help you when you go through inevitable difficult moments."

"I didn't have to go down this path, but ultimately I hope it will be just another step and maybe even lead to a stronger bond in a relationship."

"Since you started dressing on a regular basis, have you been sexually active?"

I thought that was an overly personal question, but since it was a doctor I felt some extra level of confidentiality.

"I have had the best sex of my life. I think it has a lot to do with I am so happy."

"Brooke, you sound very well adjusted. Usually I recommend a series of psychological appointments for candidates that I meet here, but for now I think you are handling things exceptionally well and should be OK. I will still recommend a colleague for you to chat with if this gets overwhelming. I also will want to see you periodically at my other office or here at the spa to check on your overall health. Your blood test came back very clean so I think you are good to go."

"That is great Doc. So are we done?"

"As soon as I start you on your "juices" you can head out."

"Juices?"

"I want to start you out with a strong blocker and then prescribe you daily supplements to replace those. As good as you feel and look now, you will notice improvements pretty quickly. The longer you stay on them the better the results."

"Is this like a cleanse?"

"I have never heard someone call it exactly that, but in a way yes. The blockers stop your body from producing undesirable bodily excretions and the pink pills replace those unwanted cells with ones that enhance your whole body. I have had great success with patients your age both physically and in how you feel."

I had never taken a blockers or supplements before, but the doctor certainly thought they would help. Maybe it would even make sex better, if that was possible.

I received two shots directly into my rear cheeks.

The doctor then provided me an envelope with the prescriptions and a 7 day supply of the daily pills. She also said there was a note in the envelope that she signed that I could use at the DMV if I wanted to get a new ID or at work if anyone had an issue with my altered appearance. A doctors note was not going to make returning to my job at Starbucks much easier, but I thanked her none the less.

"There are things we can later discuss to increase the results that you obtain from the medications, but I think this is enough for today. As much as you desire the immediate improvements, you need to be patient; Remember day-by-day."

As I left the doctor's chamber I was still perplexed as to why a checkup and supplements were part of todays activities. Maybe the stress of the makeover was too much for some people, but specialized supplements couldn't hurt.

I was finally finished with the activities at LuLu's and readied myself to meet up with Charlie. With all that I had gone through to please her, I knew she would be thrilled. When I came up front she was sitting with LuLu and Roxy drinking coffee or possibly tea. My entrance was greeted with some friendly applause.

I felt like a contestant in a game show or beauty pageant. My mere presence excited my audience. I received hugs from not just the two of them, but also from some of the other gals at the salon. It was nice to get all of the support, but I think I might have preferred to have had this Gala preparation to be more stealth.

Charlie's hug was the longest and she gave me a kiss on my cheek. It was a very friendly greeting that two old friends might enjoy.

"You are beautiful Brooke. Don't you feel dreamy?"

"Thank you, but this corset is painful and I still sting from the injections."

"Dr. Renau already started you on the mones? You must have made quite an impression. I guess we have even more to celebrate."

"Mones? Never heard that expression."

"Just slang for some of her girly scripts."

"The corset Roxy squeezed me into is a torture device. How do woman wear these?"

"These days not that many wear them unless they are trying to look their sexiest best. You need some figure training to catch up to the curves you still lack. You won't always need one of those, but for now it makes you look like a million bucks. Right now you look 100 times better than Caitlyn Jenner did when she wore one on the cover of Vanity Fair."

"All this must have cost a fortune. You have spent so much on me that I can't pay you back for. I want to do my part, but my Starbucks check does not leave a lot for this type of spending. You know I want to look nice for the Gala, but all this is over the top."

"I do understand that. I wish you could have had an opportunity to indulged yourself before we even met. I'm just happy that I have been able to watch you blossom. You were meant to look like this."

"I don't know about that. I do like how the makeover turned out, but some of this will be hard to remove when this is over."

"Brooke, you can't think like that. Right now you are a gorgeous woman and you have to accept that. Start thinking more like one."

"I know you are right, but I can't even imagine what my co-workers would think if they saw me now."

"We should go over there and find out. I bet they would scream in delight."

"I'll pass on that idea. I am just worried about down the road."

"I have some ideas about that too, but let's not worry about it for now."

"What should we do now Charlie? Is it time for our celebration?"

"Soon enough. I am taking you out for dinner and then we are going to one of the hottest and most exclusive night clubs in the city. You are going to experience what it feels like to command lust."

"I only want your attention Charlie."

"I do appreciate that, but you also need to explore your newfound status. I won't let anyone bite you, unless you decide you want it."

"Hardly. Couldn't we just do dinner and go back to your place?"

"Some of my friends are meeting down there for your debut, including Roxy, LuLu, and Tania. You need to get used to being a woman. A little nightclub attention will help eliminate any manly remnants you might still have. It's going to be fun. Just relax and trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

I was not sure how or if I should answer that. I had allowed myself to gradually get deeper into a feminine appearance and now I was completely entrenched. Charlie was clearly thrilled with my changes and now she wanted me to enjoy life like I was one of the girls.

"I was hoping tonight would be just us."

"Don't be silly. Think of today as your re-birth day. It would be a waste not to go out and celebrate your first day as a woman. You look so good I doubt I will be able to keep you for my own much longer."

"I may look convincing as a woman, but I only am interested in you Charlie."

"You not only look convincing, but now that you got the Doctor to load you up with the hormones you really need to start accepting that you are a woman."

"Hormones! I didn't ask the doctor to give me any of those.What are you talking about?"

"Don't be coy Brooke. You made such a strong impression on Dr. Renau that you were ready, that she shot you up with an anti-androgen and pumped in your first dosages of estrogen. She wouldn't have done any of that if you had shown any hesitation or reluctance to your changes. She is very professional and will only begin a transition once she is convinced her patient is 100% ready."

"I thought those were just vitamin boosters that would improve my sex drive."

"They will improve your sex drive. You know how much I enjoy sex."

"I think I am going to be sick."

"The drugs have a way of doing that until your body adjusts, but it doesn't usually start the first day."

"My body adjusts? I need to sit down."

"Sure baby. It will be a while before the noticeable physical stuff starts, but you should start to feel the benefits soon. You are going to have to be patient with your transition."

"What kind of physical stuff?"

"You are young enough to get most of the pharmacological benefits. Little stuff like softer skin and slower body hair growth should come quickly. Depending on your genetics the body shape changes could be only a little or if you are lucky much more substantial. Is your mom small or large on top?"

"She's not a big woman, however she is pretty busty. What's that got to do with this?"

"Your breasts most likely will not be as big as your mom's, but will probably grow to about a size smaller than her's if you keep up with the meds. After your mones get a chance to do their work you can probably have the doctor do some magic to help out nature. Some day I suspect you will want the Doctor's help to feel complete."

"This can't be really happening. I'm a guy!"

"First off, I like you more as a woman. Secondly, look at yourself. Does that look like a guy?"

"But..."

"No real man could ever look like you do now. Cheer up, I like you better this way and I am sure it will do wonders for your popularity."

"I just wanted to be with you."

"You have been with me and you still are. Think about how much more fun your life has been as you followed your heart down this path. It will only get better."

"But I like woman."

"So do I, but now you will have even more options."

"I don't want more options."

"Be honest Brooke, who has been squealing in delight every time they have had a cock inside of them? You haven't even attempted to enter me since our first date."

"I thought that's what you liked."

"I have enjoyed our playing around, but even a bi girl like me likes to have a man take charge now and then. Most guys are real jerks, but the feeling of having a man deep inside me can be mind blowing. I think we share that passion."

"I would have done that if you wanted me to and I will."

"We both wanted to do for each other what we thought they would like. With you our girly time was nice. I like what we have shared. I can't imagine you anymore trying to pretend to be a man in bed. Pretty soon that won't be possible anyway. I wouldn't fret, sex is only going to get better for you."

"This is all beyond comprehension. How can I go from one day as a guy to the next as a girl?"

"Just accept who you are. You probably were always this way and only in the past few months have you began to realize it. It's called a transition for a reason. It takes time. You are too focused on the sex part of being a woman. It's going to be a lot longer before you get the total benefits on that. Being able to spread your legs and have someone enter you is only a small part of being a woman. I knew when I met you that you were not like most men. Stop pretending and embrace who you are."

"How can I face my friends, co-workers and my Mom?"

"You said your Mom already noticed some changes. Did she criticize you then?"

"No, but this is so much more."

"She probably already knows. She will love having a beautiful daughter. You will see."

"I can't just show up at work like this."

"You certainly could. Your co-workers probably expected this at some point. I have a better idea anyway."

"I am afraid to ask!!!"

"You know I hate it when you give me attitude like that. Maybe you should just catch a cab and deal with this on your own."

"Sorry Charlie. It's just so much has happened. What was your idea?"

"Remember, nobody likes a Bitch."

"I really am sorry."

"Ok then. With your business degree and experience in managing co-workers, I know we could get you a much better paying job at my law firm. You would start as an Executive Assistant."

"What is that?"

"First off, the pay and benefits will be much better than at Starbucks and with your skills you will have an opportunity to grow. You will learn a lot about the practice of law and will develop into an important part of our legal team. Our assistants, para-legals and Legal Secretaries practically run the office."

"How would I be able to work at your firm with the way I look now?"

"We would have to get you some additional work appropriate clothes. My office is not a casual place so you would have to dress like any other professional woman."

"You want me to come to work like this full time?"

"Of course. My office is a professional environment and you would have to respect that. We do not discriminate, so your transition would be fine. As a matter of fact, you would not be the first person to transition at the firm. That's un-important, but so long as you follow your appropriate and legal protocols on the job, everyone will support you. As Managing Partner I will see to that and be able to keep an eye on you. I am sure you will like that."

"You have already spent huge bucks on me. Between the clothes and clinic I am scared to think how much. Even with all the nice things you have bought me, I probably still don't have enough to cover all the clothing and other necessary expenses I would run up in the near future."

"I will have my company draw up a loan agreement for you that you can pay back from your paychecks over the next year. I would lend it to you myself, but if you work for my partnership that would not be appropriate. We are a law firm so we are pretty strict about personnel rules and potential conflicts."

"That makes sense."

"I think you would like working there and despite your current apparent shock, I think you would fit in nicely."

"I will think about it."

"What's to think about? Do you really want to work at Starbucks forever?"

"True. It's just that I have so much to absorb."

"We are celebrating tonight. Let's make it an even better celebration."

"I suppose you are right. There is just so much to think about."

"If you say yes, I will start the wheels turning."

"Since I will see more of you, how can I say no."

"Is that a yes?"

"God help me...Yes!"

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Chapter 13--

Charlie was not kidding about starting the wheels turning. In the car as we were leavings LuLu's she called her office Human Resource Director and left a message about my pending employment.

"Brooke, I think you should start the first Monday after the Gala. You will get to meet some of the people at my firm that evening in a relaxed social environment. You are off all this week and that should give you time to make your final preparations for your new career. We can shop for some work clothes, supplies and get you updated identifications. Fortunately you already have such a pretty and perfectly suited girl's name."

"You know Charlie you have always misspelled my name. The guy spelling does not have an 'e'."

"We will have to get that legally changed then. We wouldn't want anyone to get your sex wrong when they saw your name."

It was ironic that Charlie had been misspelling my name over the past few months and now she planned to have my records changed to match her past errors. Charlie had no interest in having me explore whether this major lifestyle shift made long-term sense, rather she had her foot on the gas peddle. She rattled off all the things I needed to do over the next week which she had obviously already thought through. I was to inform Starbucks on Monday that I was moving on. She wanted me to go over there in person, but I was still uneasy about seeing my soon to be former co-workers, looking as I did now.

At Charlie's home she let me relax for a bit as she went up to her office. She took the materials that Dr. Renau gave me and disappeared for a while. I almost passed out on her couch from the flurry of activity and mental anxiety. My mind had been racing and I still was sorting through my new reality. I need to accept the current and future changes, but I was beginning to no longer question it. Charlie had convinced me that she saw the woman inside me, and on the outside I had to admit I liked how beautiful I looked. So much had happened so fast, but maybe it was for the best. Beginning a new career at a successful Law firm was also a step my life probably needed.

Charlie returned to the living room with a bottle of Champaign and a stack of papers.

"Let's get the paperwork out of the way and then we can toast to your future."

"What is all that?"

"Monday morning I will take care of all the legal issues with you working as a woman and correct your miss-spelled name. I also drew up a loan agreement so you can buy everything you need this week. You are going to want to look your best at work and will need lots of new things to fill out your wardrobe for your personal time. A judge friend of mine slipped me onto his docket so we should be able to get you a new driver's license Monday afternoon. After we get you your new ID you can complete your new employment agreement and get on our health care plan. We cover all your special medical needs as well as all surgical procedures.

"Surgical Procedures?"

"Let's not focus on any of that now. Dr. Renau will help you with all things medical. She will help you transition more comfortably and balance your medication."

I signed all the papers and we drank a glass of Champaign.

"I have a present for you."

Before I could answer she reached behind the door and handed me a Donna Karan deep blue cocktail dress to wear for dinner and the club. Maybe I had completely given in, but my immediate reaction was to hold it up to my body and say, "This is the most beautiful dress I had ever seen."

"You are going to break hearts in that dress; first we need to change you into some evening makeup."

"I hope I don't break your heart."

"Tonight I will help you with your makeup, but you are going to have to learn to do this yourself. The semi-permanent makeup you received at LuLu's will make it easier for a while, but you need to be able to refine your look. Maybe I can get one of LuLu's artists to give you some lessons."

When I had left the salon I looked like an attractive woman. As I stood with Charlie by her front door preparing to head out, I felt like a 'tart'. I didn't just look pretty, I looked like a girl trying to command attention. This was definitely a 'look at me' image.

Charlie looked spectacular as always in a black V-neck halter dress. I had a hard time taking my eyes off her and she knew it.

"Brooke are you ready to have the tables turned? You are going to have every guy and maybe even a few woman gawking at you just like you did every morning with me."

"Not sure, but going there with you means I am taken."

"You are taken when someone gives you a ring and you except."

During the drive downtown Charlie coached me on how I should behave. It was clear she was not planning on treating me as a date, but rather a girlfriend out to prowl with. She even gave me tips on how to act around people that I liked the attention of and those that I had no interest in. She certainly was an expert on the subtleties of relationships. I was taught when a smile was appropriate or when looking at someone or making eye contact was advisable. As she talked about little things like a hair flip or different posture positions, I could not help but think about Charlie's actions around me.

"Brooke you need to learn the proper social skills if you want to be successful and find happiness. You can practice some of what I have been talking about on me at dinner, but when we get to the club later, the sharks will be circling. You are out to have fun, but us girls have to watch out for ourselves and each other."

Charlie gave the key's to the valet at Gibson's and we entered the restaurant with our arms locked together. Immediately I could feel the eyes drilling in on us. I felt like prey that had been dropped into a cage. I tried not to look directly into any of the staring eyes, but despite Charlie's coaching my brain had a momentary freeze up. The men all had the same smiles plastered to their faces and many acknowledged our presence with a slight head nod when I scanned in their direction. I could finally relate to the daily experience that Charlie had to cope with. My first inclinations was fear and anxiety and only after a while did any sense of flattery make it's way into my consciousness.

"Charlie, everywhere I look someone is honing in on us. Are we on fire or bleeding?"

------My New Clubbing Look

"You are both beautiful and funny. When we first talked you asked me what it was like always having men hitting on me, now you really get to know what it feels like. Every so often you meet a nice guy, but most of the time it is just lust. You'll get used to it and better at dealing with it. For now just accept it."

I was glad we started the evening off with just the two of us at dinner. The restaurant was large and noisy, but at least it was just us at the table. I gradually began to relax and talk with Charlie. She looked like a million bucks, but I was much less focused on her beauty than I was in the past. Our conversation was mostly about me. Any reference she made to men did not include me and I was now on the girl's team.

About half way through dinner, the waiter informed us that two men at the table two rows over wanted to buy us a round. Charlie, smiled at me and asked, "Are you ready to meet some guys?"

"No way, I'm here with you and not interested."

Charlie instructed the waiter. "Thank them, and tell them maybe next time. You can also let them know we will be at Club Desire later this evening."

"Charlie!"

"You are going to have to loosen up. You are a girl now and stop pretending anything else. You may still like girls, but someone as pretty as you is going to be getting a lot of male attention. At some point you are going to have to feel that out. My guess is the feeling will be a good one. I certainly remember the way you squealed when my toy entered you. The real deal will only be better."

"Charlie I am only into woman. I have never ever been with a man."

"Let me understand something. When we had sex, you satisfied me just like a woman would satisfy another woman and every time I brought you to orgasm it was by pretending to be a man with a strap-on. I played the male role. If we were just pretending to be two girls, I would have come down on you just like you seemed to enjoy doing on me."

"You are twisting things. I just wanted to make you happy. I thought that's what you wanted."

"You sound like a devoted wife. You may still have some attraction to other woman, but if anything, I think you are closer to being a heterosexual woman than a potentially gay man. You need to rewire your superficial thinking. If you enjoy the company of men it is not a gay thing. You are almost all woman now and being with a man for you is closer to traditional."

"You want me to be with men? I thought we had something special between us."

"Brooke, you will always be special to me. You must know that. You have made me very happy and were there for me when I needed you. I have tried to return the favor. I want you to be happy. You deserve happiness and I have helped guide you to a place where you have a better place to find it. We will always be good friends and maybe even occasionally more."

"So you are saying nuptials are not ever going to be in our future together?"

"Brooke, you make me smile throughout my whole body. Truthfully, I know I am Bi, but someday I still hold out hope to meet one of the few great guys out there and get married. Even though it is now legal everywhere I do not not see myself marrying another woman. Maybe we can share nuptials as bridesmaids for each other. I know I would like that."

My whole world was changing and Charlie had not minced any words in spelling it out to me. Some of what she had said had crossed my mind, but the way she matter of factly put me into my new place, left little wiggle room to push back. I had allowed myself to be transformed both physically and mentally and this would have not been possible without some deep seated acceptance. Her words had upset me, but I had no argument to deny them.

"I feel numb all over."

"It's probably the cocktail. I will have to make sure you don't drink too much."

There was no turning back. I had accepted a job as a woman for which I totally looked the part and I had even begun the program to chemically transition to female. If there was going to be an epiphany moment it was now. I was a woman and would be living a woman's life. Where that would lead I was less certain, but at that moment I first allowed myself to not think of myself as a man in a dress, but rather as a woman.

Chapter 14- The Epilogue.

The story could easily continue, but we all know where Brooke was heading. Over the coming hours, days, weeks and months Brooke became more and more of the woman she now accepted was her destiny.

At Club Desire Brooke danced with the woman in her group as well as a few of the male patrons. With each new partner Brooke washed away any lingering doubts and began to understand the power she possessed over the male gender. Being desired was a wonderful feeling, but also a bourdon that could get her in trouble.

The evening was a long one with a few to many beverages. The limo dropped Brooke off at Charlie's place, but she was returning alone. It was probably a good thing considering her state.

--- Brooke's mom was surprised but not upset by Brooke's rapid acceptance that she was a woman inside. She had previously thought that her child might have been losing his direction as he grew into a man. For Brooke's mother, the stunning physical transformation made the gender change easier to process and quicker to come to terms with. While they had always been emotionally close, the lifestyle shift provided a great opportunity for additional bonding.

--- The new job was not exactly what was anticipated, but Brooke quickly became comfortable in the new environment. The 'Management' opportunity more closely resembled a Secretarial role. At first, Brooke worked as a floater, before being promoted to 'Secretary' and assigned to a junior lawyer. While office manager may initially have been the ultimate job goal, the real golden ticket would be to be named Executive Secretary to a Managing Partner. Achieving that promotion would take time, skill and a little feminine charm.

------The Smile I Flashed When I Got My First Promotion

Brooke had flashed a little of that charm at the Gala prior to starting the new job. She had attracted some heavy attention from a couple of the lawyers at Charlie's firm. Charlie had advised Brooke to tread lightly about starting a relationship with a co-worker. It was not expressly prohibited, but was not allowed where one employee maintained a supervisory relationship over another. Brooke also understood that also applied to Charlie and Brooke. They could remain very good friends, but Brooke was effectively now a single girl.

--- At the new job, Brooke met two other co-workers that had experienced a similar path to womanhood with the help of Charlie. There was Leah who was a senior paralegal that did research for most of the attorneys. When Charlie first met Leah, she was a first year lawyer at a competing firm and her name was Lee. The rumors were that they had a torrid relationship that ended up causing Lee to lose his job at the other firm. He was totally depressed but moved in with Charlie on her insistence. Charlie helped him strip away his depression and by breaking down his need to be the alpha dog. In time Leah emerged from his funk as a woman and was hired as a paralegal. Leah and Charlie never dated after she joined the firm and started working, but she remained a valued employee of the firm ever since. She is now engaged to an attorney at her old firm.

There was also Anna that had previously been married to one of Charlie's divorce clients when he was known as Andrew. Andrew's wife had inherited a small fortune which oddly enough accelerated the demise of their marriage. Andy had been a CPA accountant at a mid-sized firm, but when they hit easy street his work and life decisions disintegrated. He stopped caring about work and was very close to losing his job. The bigger problem was that he began to drink more and started sleeping around.

His wife Ginger contacted Charlie. Despite all of his shortcomings she still did not hate him. She knew she could not remain married to him, but still wanted him to turn his life around and not end up in a gutter somewhere. Charlie put together a plan to set him up with an irresistible bait, a hidden photographer and some woman's lingerie in a carefully set of kinky trap. Once caught in the net he was helpless to resist his wife's demands without fear of exposure. Little by little with some coaching from Charlie, she turned her philandering husband into a much more docile sissy. Charlie has always denied that she did more than some general guidance on the matter, but somewhere along the line Anna had been gradually introduced to Hormone Replacement Therapy which had resulted in corresponding physical changes.

Anna and Ginger did eventually make the divorce official, but Anna had fully emerged before that. As part of the settlement, Ginger put a piece of her inheritance into a trust for Anna that could be used for anything needed to help Anna with her transition or for her to receive outright if she worked full time for five or more years or got re-married (this time to a man). As a favor to Ginger, Charlie had hired Anna as a bookkeeper in the firms billing department. It was an entry level position, but would provide an opportunity for Anna to prove herself.

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In The End:

It took some time for Brooke to get fully comfortable in her new place in life, but now she has even gotten accustomed to turning some heads when she made an occasional stop at her old Starbucks for a triple shot skim Late'.

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